LOL...I used to fight with a Jimmy every day back home.....ok maybe not every day but once or twice a week for sure...he was my nemisis(?).....good guy Jimmy.
And how I miss the stench of the old Bowaters pulp and paper mill there in Corner Brook....I used to work right next door to it loading and unload container ships for Barry's Seafood. It's quite fun to smoke a big ass doobie with some Russia guy who doesnt speak a word of English but certainly recognises a fatboy when he sees one...their eyes light right up. I know I'd be smoking pot all the time if I had to sail on thier boat....bloody rough shape compared to the others that came in there. That was the hardest fun job I've ever had...or would that be the funnest hard job? Either way we had a friggin blast slaving away up there.