oggbashan
Dying Truth seeker
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I remember my undergrad Classics prof spending the summer showing me the pleasures of the Greek neighbourhood in Manhattan.
I went on a course in the early 1960s on Materials Handling at a depot in rural Wales. We stayed in a public house and could use the bar 24/7. Our instructor had just returned to Wales after 9 years abroad.
We learned about the peculiarity of Welsh beers as we drove from pub to pub every evening. Wales was dry on Sundays, but not as residents in a pub.
Materials Handling course? I can't remember what we were taught. Welsh beers? Some of them, then, were evil tasting and worse in their after effects. But some were nectar of the gods.