After thinking this question over for awhile, I came to the somewhat surprising
(for me) conclusion that I would want Gomer to be my desert island companion.
“Boob” though he may have occasionally been, his was a straight-forward
personality with no emotional undercurrents. What you saw with Gomer is exactly
what you got - a sweetly-disposed naif who met each day with the expectation of
enjoyment. I think he’d be great at helping me to keep a positive attitude
during our maroonment (if there is such a word!).
P.S. Ken in AZ - Be careful, those Sazeracs carry a mean wallop! Some 30 years
ago, when I was still in my partying prime, I often traveled to New Orleans on
business. The first time I tried a Sazerac, two sips practically had me under
the table. And I was known to have a great capacity for alcohol (which I was
stupidly proud of at the time, but came to regret as I finally started to
mature!). Anyway, I cautiously tried a Sazerac once more with the same effect
and was served one at a reception where I finally made the smart decision not
to even attempt a sip. Maybe Yankee constitutions just weren’t made to enjoy
such a Southern cocktail!?
HistoryBuff
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