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October 26, 2009

“fore” more please

There’s a golf course a few blocks from my house. For the first time in all my years in this neighborhood I went into the clubhouse and had a drink. The bartender put a lime in my beer and so I asked him why they called Englishmen “Limeys”.

He told me to ask Woody when he came back. He’d know. He was in the parking lot drinking Jack Daniels.

I figured it had to do with putting lime in your Gin and Tonic to fight malaria. Woody came in and said, “It’s from World War Two. That’s all I know.”

Woody was from WWII as well, along with most of the guys at the bar. I’d never seen so many old people at one time not on a tour bus. I wasn’t convinced that a guy named Woody who was known to drink JD in the parking lot at 73 years old could be trusted with facts so I got out my cell phone and googled it.

Limey comes from the practice of sailors in the English Navy eating limes to prevent scurvy. Those old guys were kind of surprised and disappointed by the power of cell phones. Where would all the bar room arguments go if you could have an answer to everything right there?

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