Garbage in Garbage out - GIGO.
After a few days, Bob and Chris would sweep us out of the house if we hadn't already crisped our welcome by arguing too loud at four in the morning.
Ultimately someone unfamiliar with his proud Canadian heritage would suggest that the game could be cat soccer. At which point, I'd recommend that they came around some night when the Maple Leafs played the Bruins.
I'd learned in the Navy that what geedunks ( sweets and specialty items not served at meals) the ship sold were not necessarily what I wanted. So I had a private stash.
My recurrent dream that week was sitting down to write my essays in the traditional little blue books, but my writing disappeared as soon as I finished.
While teaching, I always like to decorate the workshop with carving examples for students to use as a reference. Week-long excursions to teach away from home mean emptying the house of many of my carvings. But samples in three dimensions often are better than pictures or demonstration, and the extra work was worth it.
Please don't laugh, but when I was little, I thought that country referred to the vacant lot with a tree.
There were worse sins that could get tallied, and we had no desire to attract attention to them.
Nothing is ever truly lost.
Not being one to hold my feeling in, I shared my opinions. At my favorite drinking establishment, the wise heads of the Harvard Gardens sagely nodded their heads in agreement.