Blanket Statement

I am two weeks shy of my 38th birthday. Perhaps I am suppose to wait until I'm forty (like Marc, ha ha) to say:
I hate everyone under 21.
That's too bad cos I do.
More precisely, I hate anyone not able to conceive of their own mortality.
This makes them extremely dangerous.

Two groups of people were at Steven's Pass yesterday.
1-People like me who's employer realizes the significance of MLK day.
2-Kids who are out of school. (This group made up about 80%!) They are the human equivalent of airliners full of fuel waiting to find a skyscraper to bring down.

Add that to the fact that it was slick as shit after the corduroy was cleaned off all the runs after lunch and the ambulances were busy.

I managed to stay mostly upright all day but we gave it up at 2:30.

Do I sound bitter? I am. Cos I also got suckered into playing Mountain Safety Bingo by a Mountain Host who promised lots of prizes at the drawing for all who participated. Me and Spanky were the only adults who filled the whole thing out! I got a tube of sun screen and Steve got a pair of ugly women's goggles.
Those little fuckers got me again!