UPDATE: Adding a photo of Tom Stone, recently deceased. RIP.
Apparently.
Two more expat deaths this week, although I was not personally acquainted with either. I guess it is not to be unexpected when you are living in what is tantamount to a retirement community.
Here in the land of the living, I’ve been drafted to serve as the Hare for the July 22 run. I did some preliminary trail scouting today for that event.
Anyway, I’ve got a month to figure it all out. And now it is almost beer o’clock. Let me leave you with this golden oldie:
An office manager had money problems and had to fire an employee, either Jack or Jill. He thought he’d fire the employee who came to work late.
The next morning, both employees came to work very early. So the manager thought he would fire the first one who took a coffee break. Unfortunately, neither employee took a coffee break.
Then the manager decided to see who took the longest lunch break. Strangely, neither Jack nor Jill took a lunch break that day. They both ate at their desk.
Then the manager thought he’d wait to see who would leave work earliest, but both employees stayed after closing.
Jill finally went to the coat rack and the manager went up to her and said, “Jill, I have a terrible problem. I don’t know whether to lay you or Jack off.”
Jill said, “Well, you’d better jack off, because I’m late for my bus.”
Imagine that—a land where Virgin Marys sprout up unbidden.
Congrats on being chosen to Hare again. Good luck laying down markings during the rainy season. July, as you know, is the monsoon season in Korea; we’re just about there.
So what was the name of the other guy who died?
His name was Tom Stone. Former Navy diver. Turns out he was a Hasher back in the day “Divers Do It Deeper”. I’m adding a photo to this post.
Yeah, they do love their icons here. What gets me is the time, effort, and expense involved in setting up that shrine in such a location. The nearest house is at least a kilometer away.
Maybe condolences on being named Hare are more appropriate. It’s gonna be a pain in the ass finding a trail or an alternate that will be passable in a monsoon. And then marking it in a way that’s waterproof. I’m thinking I may tie some “yellow ribbon round the old oak tree” so to speak…
Guys sure do seem to die young there. Must be something in the water. Peace Out!
Well, there is lots of water in beer. Just sayin’.