What always amazes me about stories like this is that it is often the people who live in the flimsiest of glass houses that run their yappers too much. If I was in that position, I'd duck my head and try not to get noticed any time the subject came up.
I hear ya, Bill. I don't talk about my Masters degree often. I'm proud of it, considering I finished it while serving as a Battery Commander on Fort Bliss. OTOH, these classes weren't nearly as rigorous as those I took to get my BBA in Public Accounting at Gonzaga. The professors that Webster hired were accredited, of course, and a few taught at UTEP.
For the buck, one of the best classes I ever took was a Wine & Viticulture class at a local CC. Best $156 I ever spent. The tests were rather difficult, matching up wine regions around the world with their main varietal grape. I was in trouble when I mixed up Bordeaux with Burgundy.
I took the class for enjoyment, and to demonstrate to my kids that you never stop learning. For me, wine serves that purpose, because there is so much to learn. I wish I had studied the topic earlier.
I do have fond memories of my bachelorhood, though, when I'd order wine on my dates. The pre-entrée bottle was always from the Mosel, and my pronunciations were perfect...lol. Gave me a bit more confidence, to say the least, in a neutral setting.
