That's like your saying dethawed when you mean defrosted. He made only the slightest little grunt.

Nowhere else in the world had I seen such gigantic measures of liquor poured, such widespread enthusiasm for Bloodies and Mimosas on weekend mornings, or such firm insistence on giving sixteen-ounce Styrofoam cups loaded with iced liquor to guests leaving a party, so they might have a traveler for the drive home. At a bar in Yazoo City, the bartender asked me if I wanted to go tall with my bourbon on the rocks. I didn't know what he meant, but it sounded encouraging. Sure, I said, Let's go tall. He filled up a pint glass with ice. Then he filled it to the brim with bourbon. When I got up to leave with about half the drink gone, he poured the rest of it into a Styrofoam cup, assuming I would want a traveler.

Definitely revisingly. Ever hear of revisionist history? That's what I deal with a lot of in this newsgroup.

The lights seen over the city last night, originally termed unidentified flying objects, turned out to be spotlights from a car dealership reflecting on low clouds.