One Judgmental Son of a

I am one judgmental son of a. I am always passing judgment on this, that, even the other! Not people, of course. That's just way too much pointless opinion and controversy involved, at that point (with no way to bring my fearsome critical faculty to bear in the decisive, definitive way that I prize!). But other things.

For instance: this is a good beer. Scrimshaw! North Coast Brewing.

Another prime example: I like the word, "wheelbarrow."

When I was a kid I always thought they called it that because A) the first wheelbarrows were made from cut-in-half barrels that had had wheels and handles put on, and B) I was mispronouncing it.

Off-hand, I think the single best judgment I ever handed down was at a museum, in front of a painting by Magritte or maybe Monet, but definitely not Manet! I don't recall what I said - so thoughtful and off-hand to my companion - but I caught that at least three nearby people sort of half-turned and their eyes looked at me, then to the painting, and they each went, "hmmm!" with a subtle nod of approbation. Or made some equivalent gesture.

It was quite blatant.

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