tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414005442121137980.post4034598485855790624..comments2023-11-02T02:06:54.421-07:00Comments on Letitia L. Moffitt: Caving onUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414005442121137980.post-3881039305995447152018-08-14T14:43:06.414-07:002018-08-14T14:43:06.414-07:00Thanks, QBN. I don't know how many times durin...Thanks, QBN. I don't know how many times during my travels I've had these kinds of thoughts: what on earth made people DO this? Why did they climb crazy mountains or go into caves or a million other seemingly irrational things? But they did. (Love the altered lyrics, btw.)Letitiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05835312468855097471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414005442121137980.post-68896167426293446132018-08-14T13:37:56.374-07:002018-08-14T13:37:56.374-07:00You're on to something in the final paragraph....You're on to something in the final paragraph. Why do we do tasks and adventures like that? Because we can try. Your description reminds of Twain's "Jim Baker's Blue-Jay Yarn." <br /><br />Weary Jerry would be proud. <br /><br />"Oh he may be weary<br />Them tour guides they do get wearied<br />Wearing that same old shaggy garb, yeah, yeah<br />But when Jerry gets weary<br />Try a little tenderness, yeah, yeah"Quintilian B. Nastyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09442277796099767409noreply@blogger.com