Forty Rod SASS 3935

Informal name to tell it from the S&W .45 Schofield rounds. They weren't quite interchangeable

Here's my grandmother's and mother's boiled fruit cake recipe "For those of you who truly, deeply HATE fruitcake. 2 cups raisins 2 cups dates 3 cups water 1 cup shortning or butter 3 cups granulated sugar 2 tsp cinnamon 2 tsp cloves 2 tsp ground nutmeg 1/2 tsp salt 2 small jars of fruit mix or gum drops (if you use gum drops DO NOT BOIL THEM) HINT: Sunmaid DEHYDRATED FRUIT MIX IS A GOOD SUBSTITUTE. Candied fruit works pretty well, too. FWIW, Strawberries and bananas don't work at all. Mix ingredients together in a large pan boil ingredients for a few minutes, then let then cool to lukewarm 4 cups flour HINT: 3 cups flour and 1 cup almond or hazelnut meal works well, too. 2 tsp baking soda sift these two ingredients together 2 cups chopped walnuts or pecans (or even cashews) 2 cups gum drops (see above) MIX ALL INGREDIENTS TOGETHER AND STIR THOROUGHLY Add 2 tsp lemon juice and stir it in PUT IN GREASED LOAF PAN OR CUP CAKE TIN BAKE FOR 1 ONE HOUR AT 325-350 DEGREES F. (F YOUUSE CENTIGRADE YOU'LL HAVE TO DO YOUR OWN MATH) COOL THOROUGHLY! EAT! ENJOY! NOTE: ADD BRANDY, APPLE CIDER, RUM OR ANY OTHER ALCOHOLIC FRUIT JUICES AT YOUR OWN RISK! Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, Joyful New Year, or any other celebrations. This stuff isn't locked into any particular day. I've used, or seen it used, at graduation and promotion parties, birthdays and weddings, one divorce party (they parted as best friends, simply didn't want to be married), and anniversaries...or just because.

This is another one of those WGAS things. In my family "dressing" and "stuffing" were interchangeable. Seeing as I don't knowingly eat either one I have no further comment.

I ain't eatin' nuthin with "turd" in its name.

I used to speak and read fluent Hoch Deutch. (High German) I never could write it. Never knew where to put an umlaut. German, and many other languages, are "longer" that American English. What I mean is, it takes more words, and usually more letters and syllables to get something said......and some of them talk so fast I don't even know how they can follow it. A sign in my dentist's office has warning about things that may harm pregnant women, people with heart problems, etc. It's in Spanish and English. English: 55 words, 78 syllables. Spanish: 88 words, 104 syllables. (I was early for my appointment and bored. One time I counted the holes in an acoustic ceiling...and other examples. Now I take a book of word search puzzles.) Something else: German is a harsh sounding, almost militarily "command voice" sounding language. Seldom do you hear anyone speaking German and another talking at the same time. Spanish in some cases is almost musical. It's not uncommon to hear three or four Spanish speakers all talking at one time and they all seem to know what's going on. My wife said it sounded like an auctioneers argument. Both are machine gun fast.

Clear a path out. Cell phones, lights, camera, back-up, tools that might be needed to get back out, my dog, and guns all around. Might be good to have a first aid kit standing by, too, and some fabric face masks, just in case there's a COVID threat, and to fend off dust. "How big", Eyesa? I've been in houses (my fraternity house as an example, an 1901 French style, 38 room mansion with "turrets" on both front corners.), that had a 22' x 66' foot room under the basement that had been an indoor swimming pool before the foundation cracked. We modified it a bit and made a "secret room" for sworn-in frat members only. During the summer months, when very few guys were around, we stacked canvas covered hay bales at one end and had target practice down there. There was a round "alcove" where a diving board had been that was a perfect place to put targets.. The sloping floor and sidewalks all around didn't bother anyone...unless alcohol was in use Two floors down from the main floor of a three story stone building: we could have fired a howitzer down there and no one would have heard it. It's a wonder that no one suffocated from the smoke or have any lead poisoning.

I need some help to "glue" fabric to bass wood for interior parts for a presentation chest that I have been working on for nigh onto 20 years. I made one twenty years before that, but my memory of how I did it has, once agin, let me down. I seems that I somehow thinned rubber cement (?) and painted it on the wood, a very thin layer, then added something to hold the cloth to the wood firmly. Wax paper seems to come to what mind I have left. The cloth stayed soft and flexible and the adhesive did not show through. Like I said, my memory just abandons me at the most inconvenient times. So far this project has become a wonderful piece of art. I don't want to screw it up just at the finish line. Can someone help me, please?

It takes about 45 seconds to make one. It takes somewhat longer to have one made. (See above.)

My roadsters looked very MG-ish, but the 240-Z was just beautiful. I didn't own one but I drove a friend's Z-Car while he was recovering from a disagreement with a pine tree up at Solitude.

I started this subject and I can take it, or allow it to be taken, wherever I want to.......so there! Pppffffftttt! 🤪

You all know, I'm sure, that Santa Claus is so happy and joyful because he knows where all the naughty girls live.

I got something similar that had belonged to an uncle. It was embroidered with flowery designs on a light tan soft canvas body. it had a leather handle and a half dozen pockets all over the inside. He called it a carpet bag but it wasn't quite that size. More like a briefcase. He was a trucker and carried road maps in it.

Maybe I'll have that tatooed on my chest.

As to where: Salt Lake Motor Speedway (NOT the Salt Flats), Las Vegas, Denver, Riverside, Pebble Beach, El Toro, Okinawa, Seattle, Pikes Peak (It was won by an old Man in a Cadillac sedan), San Diego (found out driving in dirt and weeds wasn't my forte)...several more that I don't remember. I never had the money to get a good enough car or team, and I wasn't good enough to get a sponsor, especially after the top drivers started getting money, parts, equipment, pit teams, TV coverage, etc. and builders were giving cars and support to the big names. Also, I was still in the Army and later the Marines, and never knew when I was going to be where there was race. It was fun though, and my wife was a great driver until she was told she couldn't drive anymore because the teams and tracks had insurance that wouldn't cover a pregnant driver.

So are mine. They can't break a code that doesn't exist. Nothing exists that would give me grief later on.

Yes I do.

Okay, there's that BS description again (first one under Technical Distinction). Who told these people that a revolver isn't a pistol when history has called it one since gunpowder was invented and why doesn't someone tell them to read a good history book to see why they are wrong. What's next, a cleaver isn't really a knife? A hatchet or tomahawk isn't an axe? Come on, people. We all know what we are talking about or hearing. Why do people still think it's alright to re-name or re-describe something and everyone else should do their way or they get harassed about it .

It's about time. Maybe I'll live long enough to see the nickel die, too.

I'll see if i can find my Grandma's "Fruit cake recipe for people who don't like fruit cake". You can change every ingredient, or all of them, and still have a great desert. I get it out every year about this time so it should'nt be too hard to find.

What is "down range"? I seldom saw any action at over 75-90 yards and we had enough weaponry ( M-14. M-60, Ma Deuce, M-79.....plus some very close and nasty air craft on our side) that a '73 could wait to work at "in your eye" ranges. Cars: '54 Dodge Royal Lancer hard top Copy of Indy pace car Devin SS kit car Corvair Corsa 140 T coupe Meyers Manx (I don't care what anyone says, that little squirt was a "sports car". Sunbeam Alpine Sunbeam Tiger (Discontinued before they got it all together.) MGTD MGA 1500 MGA 1500 Twin Cam (drive it for an hour, work on it for two...repeat) MGA 1600 TR-3 TR-3A TR-GT-6 AH 100-4 AH 100-6 AH "frog eyed" Sprite (fun little beastie that topped out about 80mph.) Fiat Abarth 600D (ugly little monster but ran far faster than most folks would believe.) Honda roadster (650?) Toyota something (?) Datsun 1600 (Three of those at different times) and a Ferrari D-50 open wheel racer with a V-12 cylinder engine. It was pretty well clapped out when a friend and I bought it. We only took it to one race but we newer could get it running right and we REALLY couldn't afford it....but my God, man...it was a Ferrari! I was SCCA and FIA qualified, wrote a weekly column (Taylor's Shift Point) for an English language news magazine (This Week On Okinawa) about The Okinawa Sports Car club and all of its goings on. It ran from late 1966 to late 1968. I was also Vice President of the Club and on the Events and Trophy Committee. My last great car was a 1970 1/2 Pontiac Firebird Formula 400 GT. They only made a few and they were hotter than the TransAm but didn't sell as well because it didn't have vents, a fancy race car paint job, decals, scoops, spoilers, and all that other "neato keen" eye candy. It did have functional ram scoops, but it looked like the other 400 series cars. It was discontinued after that first year if remember right. I never raced that car, but we lived in Brigham City, so I drove it over to the Salt Flats. I paid my fee and drove it through the traps both directions.: 168.1mph out, 170.0 back. Scared the beejabbers out of me. I couldn't afford that car, either so we bought a used Plymouth and let Pontiac repossess that Firebird.

I'll vouch for AMAC. They are very conservative, have much fewer ads , and seem to truly understand us older folks. I got tired of AARP giving (or selling) my contact info and then getting dozens of sales crap mail and emails as a result.

I was told today that I should stop calling a revolver a "pistol". Guy said only semi autos are pistols, and this puke is a clerk at a firearms counter in a local sporting goods store. A quite politely told him that he was out of his pea-pickin' mind. He smugly wanted to know why. This is what I told him, and a half dozen other people at the counter who were listening in. For a few hundred years men with hand guns were called pistoleros, or pistoleers. Single and double shot hand guns are still referred to as pistols. I have been calling any single handed gun a pistol since about 1947 because my dad and every other adult person I knew...including hundreds of returning service man and woman I ever met, called them pistols. Today we have indoor pistol ranges, aka gun ranges or shooting ranges, all over my part of central Arizona. These are the same people who insist that a "gun" must be a smooth bore. Many early weapons of every description clear back to match locks were smooth bores and usually referred to as "guns". Many of these idiots blow their own arguments out of the water by using the term "gun control" in their efforts to violate my Constitutional rights. Today almost all mounted artillery are called guns from 16" rifled "guns" on battleships to field artillery, to machine guns, to some smooth bore rocket tubes, etc are still called guns. Don't try to use your lack of information, political BS, to whatever you hear on TV or read on your computer, or bullheaded ignorance to convince me that you are some kind of "smarter than you are" expert on anything...EVER! Unless, of course, that you want me to let everyone in hearing range know of your ignorance in such a way that I'll make you cry without ever lifting a hand toward you. Sorry. I woke up to early, missed lunch, and ran into scores of idiotic, incompetent, inconsiderate, timid, and otherwise dangerous and infuriating people driving cars. Rant time is over.

I worked with a Major who carried a Savage 99 in .30-30. I'm looking for one for my own, but they are almost as scarce as virginity among hookers. I also knew a Colonel who picked up a 1908 Mannlicher-Schonauer (SP?) sporter carbine, a truly beautiful and elegant piece and one of the smoothest bolt action rifles ever made. It was very well cared for and had a Weaver 2.5x scope mounted in those "damned German claw mounts".

Yeah. I got there early. A guy a few minutes ahead of me was the first Marine recruited. They bought him a beer at the tavern's bar. I showed up, heard their pitch and joined up. They told me I could get a beer, too and I stated I was hungry, so they bought me a sandwich. I sat down next to the first guy and started to eat. He asked me where I got the sandwich and I told him i got it for joining the Marines. He grunted and growled, "By God, it wasn't like that in the Old Corps." Semper fi.

I have this on my computer. The first time I heard it was in a mall in Montclair, Ca. It hit me like a runaway train. As I was standing there shaking an old man came up and put his arm over my shoulder. "Go ahead and let it go, Son. I've got your back." When it was over he left and I never saw him again, but I learned that sometimes it's okay for a man to cry. I don't remember ever crying as a man before nor since.