Like I Said...

Celebrity look alike.

Very Nice!!!

Wow. After a long layoff from blog posting, I am at home in Fort Washington, PA in the good old U.S. and A. I took a couple days off this week since I have some vacation to use up. As you know I have been working in Maine the last few weeks. Last week was Kennebunkport, home of George W. the elder. I imagine it is very nice there in the summertime but not so much in the falltime (see previous post). The Bush compound was on lockdown and there were plenty of black Chevy Suburbans and security cameras at the gates.

I spent the week at the Hampton Inn in Wells, ME. Since it rained everyday and was really cloudy, the boat captain and I were back in port by 3 pm because it was already dark. One day we decided to catch the matinee showing of Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan. While watching the movie, which is hilarious by the way, I realized something. I started getting this funny feeling, like I had some sort of connection to the film apart from the constant anti-semetic jokes and then it hit me; my father was staring in this movie. I spend countless seconds wondering what my father does with his retirement. He says that he is never bored and now I know why. Ladies and gentlmen, may I present to you, Alan Cheifet, celebrity look alike.

English Is A Funny Thing

Real quick post today. I am actually in the office. You probably read all of my posts and wonder if I am telling the truth when I say that I spent the last week walking the shoreline. Well here you go, actual photo documentation of me walking the shoreline. This is in Portland, ME to be exact and it was a glorious day. We actually spent the morning looking at harbor seals from a boat. And yes, I was getting paid for all of this.

Quick note that might make you feel better if you are jealous at all. About 30 seconds after this photo was taken I slipped on the rocks and fell flat on my back with my leg bent at a weird angle. Unfortnately for you, because I go to the gym all the time my fall was cushioned by my huge back muscles.

So let me pose this one to you: we all say, "...first of all." And sometimes we say, "...second of all," but that is mostly as a joke to emphasize how important both points are. Now my question is have you ever said, "...third of all?" I doubt it. And if you have you must have sounded like a complete fool. Tomorrow: the correct usage of further and farther.

Have a good weekend!

D.U.I./D.O.A.

Greetings and salutations from our easternmost state. Maine for those of you who are geographically impaired. I have been working up here the past two weeks doing a project for FEMA to re-map the flood zones for the insurance companies. Basically how much money you have to pay in taxes because of how close your house is to high waves. It's actually pretty interesting and I don't have to sit behind a desk. Actually I get to ride around in a boat all day, breathe fresh air, and look at seals. All the while I am getting paid.

So as we were cruising along, the captain and I started discussing drinking...of course. This idea originally came to me while reading my cousin's blog (see below). Here is my dilemma. Let's say you are driving along and you run over a drunk guy who has passed out in the street. Now let's say this guy is really drunk, almost to lethal levels. This could be any college student on a Friday or Saturday night. You call an ambulance and while the guy is being taken to the hospital he dies.

But here is the catch. He dies of internal injuries sustained from the collision but he would have never been hit in the first place had he not been intoxicated. Who is at fault here? Kind of a Catch-22 I would say. If any of my readers are lawyers, soon-to-be lawyers, paralegals, or have any interest in law, then I would really like to get your input on this topic. Personally I would say the drunk guy is at fault for public intoxication. What are your thoughts?