MrBill:Definitely good to talk with you again. But mercy me! I didn't know you had any Aggie friends!!!!

Whoever could that be????? Yeah, this buddy of mine is an engineer--and like many of the Aggies I have known--one of the most capable individuals I have ever known. Back about 1987, four of us, who knew each other from canoe racing decided to build a little shack out of drift lumber and tin--something we could throw a tarp over--right by the South Big Jetty out of POC. (After over 20 years and numerous storms when it was covered, the framework still stands. We spent some hell nights you wouldn't believe in that piece of shit.
So then my friend finds out that we can purchase the right to build a cabin (as tenants in common) on the peninsula--cut off as an island by the ship channel and Port O'Connor--I said "Sure," lazy ass that I am--assuming it would take years to have to screw around with--the next week I get a friggin' deed and blueprint in the mail--together with an invitation to go down and survey the site. He and I go down by ourselves for a two-day trip--alon with 4 cases of butt wiper beer. (To understand the significance of that, you need to also know that I stopped drinking after a series of unfortunate misunderstandings with Austin police officers, bikers, and various bouncers during 1985-86. So here is my Aggie buddy--we'll call him "John"--setting up the transit level after all the batter boards and strings were in place for the foundation--explaining to me in slurred speech, and barely able to stand--how precise the diagonals need to be. At that exact moment he tripped on the boards, knocked over the transit, and fell flat on his face.
When we measured the diagonals, they were exact to within 1/32 of an inch.
So the guy is good, but somewhere between Adolf Hitler and Atilla the Hun in terms of personality--no sense of humor anywhere approaching your er, uh, Aggie buddy whoever that may be.
Russ