I am 51 years old and have a six pack of beer in my refrigerator that has been there for more than two weeks. That never would have lasted a day in my twenties. I had a glass of wine with dinner and am now enjoying a glass of scotch, but that is about it for me on a Friday night. And I am not even skiing tomorrow -- maybe Sunday. I learned fairly early on that I would rather feel good early in the morning than be drunk at night.
Weed, on the other hand, was something I indulged in too much of for too long. I ended up using it to avoid dealing with my emotions, which turned out not to be such a healthy thing. As of today I haven't toked in 13 1/2 years but I still feel high.
I boiled my thermometer, and sure enough, this spot, which purported to be two thousand feet higher than the locality of the hotel, turned out to be nine thousand feet LOWER. Thus the fact was clearly demonstrated that, ABOVE A CERTAIN POINT, THE HIGHER A POINT SEEMS TO BE, THE LOWER IT ACTUALLY IS. Our ascent itself was a great achievement, but this contribution to science was an inconceivably greater matter.
--MT--
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