At the height of the great oil boom, in the frenzied summer of 1981 when everybody said oil prices could go nowhere but up, the crafty old Texas wildcatter put his finger to the wind and decided it was not going to last much longer.

A holiday somewhere warm – Florida, say – would be nice.

The shade of a dense pine wood, is more unfavorable to the springing up of pines of the same species than of oaks within it.

Ugh, I see that slangwhanger has written yet another rant about our place in this war.