My dear friend Michael Hutchison wrote to me today - September 1 - and asked me if I hate Australians.
Of course it was asked tongue in cheek. Still, it warrants a response.
I first met Michael in 1992, I believe while I lived in Japan. Michael was there with his gorgeous wife and three young children - the youngest of whom is now in university. Michael is a scientist currently living in Brisbane, Queensland, Australia. He was the guy who introduced me to the Emperor's throne in Japan. You can read about that adventure here in the It's A Wonderful Rife blog - SIT. On a lark last year, I tracked him down over the Internet. It was actually easy because I figured how many Australian fish scientists could there be who also worked in Japan? Apparently he was the only one. And the rare spelling of his surname combined with the scientist stuff and the Japan stuff, and teh Australian stuff... well, it only took three minutes.
Still, he surprised me today when he wrote to me with this:
"Do you hate Australians who tell you it is the first day of spring and the mango tree, macadamia nut tree, orange tree, lime tree and avocado tree are all flowering in their garden? Or should I wait until mid-Canadian winter to tell you about my workplace under the coconut trees next to the warm white sandy beach?"
Michael, ol buddy, ol pal. I don't hate Australians. Not only do I think your wife and kids are fantastic, but I've also slept with a few of the other beautiful women from there (he brags).
But I do think that I hate you today - and quite possibly later this mid-winter.
Of course it was asked tongue in cheek. Still, it warrants a response.
I first met Michael in 1992, I believe while I lived in Japan. Michael was there with his gorgeous wife and three young children - the youngest of whom is now in university. Michael is a scientist currently living in Brisbane, Queensland, Australia. He was the guy who introduced me to the Emperor's throne in Japan. You can read about that adventure here in the It's A Wonderful Rife blog - SIT. On a lark last year, I tracked him down over the Internet. It was actually easy because I figured how many Australian fish scientists could there be who also worked in Japan? Apparently he was the only one. And the rare spelling of his surname combined with the scientist stuff and the Japan stuff, and teh Australian stuff... well, it only took three minutes.
Still, he surprised me today when he wrote to me with this:
"Do you hate Australians who tell you it is the first day of spring and the mango tree, macadamia nut tree, orange tree, lime tree and avocado tree are all flowering in their garden? Or should I wait until mid-Canadian winter to tell you about my workplace under the coconut trees next to the warm white sandy beach?"
Michael, ol buddy, ol pal. I don't hate Australians. Not only do I think your wife and kids are fantastic, but I've also slept with a few of the other beautiful women from there (he brags).
But I do think that I hate you today - and quite possibly later this mid-winter.
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