Perhaps your avid readers can suggest an opinion on a matter of current importance.
On St. Patrick’s Day, a lady friend and I were enjoying an excellent corned beef and cabbage dinner at a local restaurant; when it came time to order drinks I suggested a hearty red wine and she suggested a titillating white wine. Customers overhearing our debate said that red wine is for knuckle-dragging, hairy chested, brutish he-men, and that white wine is for more sophisticated, artsy-crafty and intelligent women. The lines were drawn in the sand box.
The discussion became rather heated involving politics, religion, underarm deodorants and other socially unacceptable matters. Being a person who detests public argumentation, we compromised on green beer, with an Alka-Seltzer chaser.
I guess my question is: If the “bullet train” were implemented, how long would it take to get from Chowchilla to Dogpatch Junction? (In dog years?)