A story about The Wizard ....

He was a warrant officer in the US Army ... I was a captain. While in the area, I stopped by his hangar. He was out on the flight line, so a corporal asked if I would like a coffee. I said yes, but then he realized he only had the cup that belonged to CW2 Ashton available for me to use. I looked at it, grimaced at the "patina" on the inside of the cup, picked it up and went to the sink to wash it, before filling it with coffee. The corporal was aghast and, in a shaky voice, said "no one washes CW2 Ashton's cup ... he likes it that way."

Unbelievable as it may sound, I am still alive to tell this story. I still ruin the patina in his cups. I like to live dangerously!