Forty Rod SASS 3935

I know now. Thanks.

Sounds familiar. I'm boogered up so much that there's a very cherished a spot on my left wrist he size of a dime that I look every day. It's the only place on my entire body body doesn't hurt

S'true!

I don't eat green beans..................but I like potatoes every way you can imagine

If he's got a rifle you've got a problem.

That's right, you didn't. My apologies.

I bought a couple of wallets from them. Getting on one of their mailing lists is as close to immortality I will ever get.

Why do you even care what the neighbors think? I KNOW what mine think! The flags in their yards, the veterans caps, bumper and windshield stickers, tee shirts with slogans similar to mine, the friendly waves I get daily, the help and care I have received in times of need, the occasional calls and messages I find every day,......that all tells me that most of neighbors think pretty much the way I do.

That first little dude look a lot like the axlotl that lives in our local public library. Scarce as a eyebrows on eggs.

Missourians can read and write?

My favorite is some starship at a super light velocity dropping something from the ship and having swept behind in a vacuum where there is NO Drag to hold the item back. Next is, "they are closing at high warp" "How far are they?" "600,000 kilometers." Next shot shows them more like a mile apart.

Yul, my worst one (at least where I ever caught) was also a fire. When I was about five we lived in Woodland, Washington and Dad was on the volunteer fire department and both Mom and Dad worked for the local school district. Pillars of the community doncha know. We lived in a small house that was owned by the school district along with a few other similar houses. Ours was the last on the left side at the north end of the street beyond which was a half acre vacant lot. One afternoon a boy named Larry and I decided we wanted to see the fire engines in action (Larry's dad was also a volunteer fireman) so I got a box of matches from Dad's workbench and we torched the lot. We saw the fire engines in action, all two of them. We also saw Hell from the inside. Luckily the wind took the fire away from anything of value and the fire department had the shiniest engines in the Pacific Northwest for a year or so until we worked off our penalties. BTW a strap make from a piece of fire hose is a very memorable disciplinary device

When I worked at Yellowstone there were a lot of pictures of those busses but I never saw one. Might have all been gone by 1961

Anything swallowed to her, either pro or con, Is a wasted drink.

As Thumper's mother said.........................."don't say anything at all."

Many years back there was an old veteran of the Confederate Army, a Major of some repute, who had never been north of the Mason-Dixon line. He were his uniform proudly to any and all civic events, spoke knowingly and well to many, was considered a perfect Southern Gentleman under every circumstance, and was treated as a cherished historical member of a time gone by. His great grandson adored the old man and spent as much time as as possible at his knee. As the old gent approached his 100th Birthday the boy decided to honor his great grandfather with a trip to New York City to see the sights. After some discussion the old man finally agreed and the trip was funded by a number of citizens' groups. The trip included the finest rooms and meals, personalized transportation and tours, meetings with dignitaries, and press coverage fit for royalty. On the final day a small motorcade escorted them to the train station where they walked through the terminal to the gate. Near the end was a totally destroyed old man in the worn and tattered tattered remains of a Union uniform. Missing and warped limbs and scars and a blind eye, riding a plywood platform with rusty casters, filthy almost beyond description, the old Yankee vet was a sad and distressing sight to behold. A rusty old cup was on the platform at his feet with a handwritten sign: Please help a veteran of the Grand Army of the Republic. The oldRebel Major walked by, stopped and turned back, stood there a moment, a then dropped a ten dollar bill into the derelict's cup before returning on the trip to the train. The great grandson was dumbfounded and moved to comment "Sir, I have never before seen you do any charitable thing for any Yankee." The old man turner to the boy and said "Sonny, that's because I never before saw a Damned Yankee shot up to my entire satisfaction!"

It's California. I'm amazed....AMAZED I say... that they haven't passed a law allowing it simply be turned off.

Looks like kids I grew up with. Kathy Erickson put a reef in my lip with a Roy Rogers cap gun when I was about ten years old.

Heard this on the C&W radio this morning. Turns out it might be true.

I have friends and family there as well They know my feelings. I cut all ties years ago when we movrd to Arizona and they all l know they are welcome to visit me here, but I won't go to California I gave that state all I had for almost forty years supported and defended it and watched it go straight to hell. Enough!

Awful lot of puppy on those horses.

Damn fine reason for not crossing over into California. I won't ever go back because I'd be a felon the second I crossed the border.

You still have hair?

Yeah, probably!

Looks like a science fiction movie armorers wet dream.