On a Wednesday, I was entering the Copper Queen Saloon. I was approached by a young man who looked somewhat distraught. He asked whether the day was Thursday. I concurred.
A bit later I wondered too, what day it was. Oops, the day really was Wednesday.
Some years ago, I completed the work to obtain a teaching degree. There were several steps that were necessary to obtain our teaching degree, which seemed superfluous to us as students. One of these obligatory steps was to attend graduation. There was nothing that said that we had to be sober
We were lined up in alphabetical order. John Welle was more angry about the superfluous steps than the rest of us. He just happened to be next in the line before me. And he showed his anger by showing up late. And drunk.
By the time that we marched into the lawn area, I already wished that John had skipped the ceremony. The ceremony began with the national anthem. At the conclusion of the national anthem, John shouted, “Play Ball!”
The students who were within earshot of John, turned to get a better view of the shouter. At this point, John shut up. Our neighbors didn’t know who did the shouting.
John expressed his opinion to the quality of many classes when he laughed out loud when a speaker’s comment that “we know you have all worked long and hard” to obtain your degrees.
In this case, John Welle was correct.