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  1. (name and link redacted) The young boy said Daddy do your hands hurt ? The father answered, are you hungry, the boy said no, do you like where you live, yes I do said the boy, do you have clothes, again the boy said yes. The father answered, then no, my hands don't hurt .
  2. Usually it's a couple of clicks to the right of each ear. Sometimes the right ear will seem to be high, right, and a little in front of my head.
  3. Another FB find. Rugged men. Ghost Towns and History of Montana 1mtdtSpoo0nlsorhed · Happy Thanksgiving! ALL FOR TURKEYS RANCHMEN BRAVE BLIZZARD IN A RIDE FOR A FEAST MEMORABLE THANKSGIVING DAY Anaconda, Nov. 29, 1901—Among a group of old timers at the Montana Hotel last night, the beautiful weather that preceded Thanksgiving day gave rise to a train of thought, the result of which was some very interesting stories of Thanksgivings in the days of the early settlement of the Northwest. “In the year 1870," said one of the party, “I was a youngster punching cattle in Southeastern Montana. As Thanksgiving approached the boys began to wonder if there was not some way in which they could secure a change of diet and get hold of a turkey or two, in order that a prosperous year might be fittingly celebrated.” "So far as we knew there was not a turkey for miles around, but one of the boys said he knew where two could be got. It was a distance of 90 miles from the ranch but nevertheless the foreman started the other fellow and myself after the birds. Prior to that we had been having some very severe weather, and there was considerable snow on the ground, but when we started on our 180-mlle ride for a turkey the sun had turned out warm and everything pointed to a pleasant trip and a warm Thanksgiving.” "We started six days before Thanksgiving so as to have plenty of time without hurrying. We secured the turkeys and started homeward. On the first day of the return trip the weather suddenly changed. It grew cold and began to snow. My partner said a blizzard was coming up and I did not dispute his word. We began to make tracks toward a ranch about 20 miles distant as the nearest place of refuge from the storm. We were at that time fully 75 miles from our home ranch.” “As the storm increased our progress grew correspondingly slow and darkness found us still 10 miles from our objective point. We kept on, however, and were making good headway when my partner, who was riding in front, suddenly disappeared as though the earth had swallowed him up. I had just time to be surprised when I followed him and fell into a deep gully, landing horse and all on top of my partner.” "When we got righted he discovered that his right arm was broken near the elbow. We couldn’t climb out of the ditch so I tied my pal fast to his horse and started to ride down the ravine, hoping to reach some point where we could get out. My partner was suffering from his injury and fainted three times in as many miles.” "To make a long story short we finally got out of the ditch and found a deserted dugout. There we stayed four days, while the storm raged. When it ceased we had lost our bearings and did not know which way to turn for the ranch. It took us five days more to find the place and by that time we had eaten up the two turkeys we had to keep from starving to death. They were eaten raw, too.” "Our horses were so weak they could scarcely stand, and the boys missed their Thanksgiving dinner, but my pal and I were glad to get out of it alive. I had set his arm the best I could and it had begun to heal. As there was no doctor to be had, we let it go and he will carry a crooked arm to his grave as a memento of that ride after a Thanksgiving turkey. He owns a large ranch now and I'll bet he has not forgotten his experience."- The Butte inter mountain Newspaper accessed via https://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov Photo: Two men by the name of Lund and Osmanson ride their horses during a winter of the early 1900s in Eastern Montana. Photo by Evelyn J. Cameron, Courtesy of The Montana Memory Project
  4. One of the best commercials ever, in my not so humble opinion.
  5. Great hook in your subject line! As with others, I was expecting a recipe for a Ruben Sandwich, and most likely a turkey Ruben. I've always liked his paintings. Lots of good looking women. As pointed out in the movie, some weirdness, but all artists seem to do that from time to time. One thing driven home with that movie is the scale of his work. I never realized he did so many gigantic paintings. The vision to go from a small sketch to that large canvas, and do it so well is amazing.
  6. When I was there in the mid-1970s, and you could still wander around a lot, I was poking through what was left of the town dump. Found a bit of steel scrap. About 1/4 inch thick, 7 or 8 inches long and about a foot wide. There were marks from 1/4 or 3/8 cold chisels in it where it looked like someone had cut out 12" diameter circles. Maybe for spacers for pipe flanges or something. Seeing that made me think of just how much brute physical labor went into life of that era. Heck, of any era.
  7. To those of you who say things like "Facebook is a waste of time" I advise you to not scroll down. Another Facebook find:
  8. From the Bodie Foundation Facebook Group Throwback Thursday A Happy Thanksgiving to all! As you gather today, enjoy this look back at Thanksgiving Day in Bodie in 1880, as recounted by author Warren Loose, in his book, “Bodie Bonanza.” “A Grand Thanksgiving Ball was held at the Music Hall on the second floor of Silas B. Smith’s store. And Berlinger and Frank’s Quadrille Band furnished music for a packed floor of happy celebrating merrymakers until morning.” The day after Thanksgiving, it was clear that others enjoyed the holiday as happily, despite their circumstances. The local newspapers printed a card from prisoners in the Bodie Jail. It read: “We, the boarders of the Hotel de Kirgan express our heartfelt and sincere thanks and gratitude to the proprietor of said institution for the courteous manner and bountiful feast of which we partook for Thanksgiving Dinner.” The prisoners’ note closed with well-wishes for Constable John F. Kirgan, the man in charge of the jail. “Hoping that Mr. Kirgan may live to enjoy the good of this world and Thanksgiving dinners for many years, we remain, respectfully, The Boarders.” #ThrowbackThursday
  9. Smoking Bishop https://toriavey.com/toris-kitchen/drinking-with-charles-dickens-the-smoking-bishop/
  10. According to independent fact checkers. https://images.app.goo.gl/M4aHnxqG2aCq59q37 Morons.
  11. That's the key, don't overcook it. A little chopped bacon, just enough to get some of the flavor and generate enough grease to cook the onions. When the onions are just starting to brown add the seasoned liver. Just a couple of minutes on each side, depending on thickness and how hot your pan is.
  12. Sounds interesting. https://foragerchef.com/corned-venison-heart/ "YOU CAN CORN ANY HEART, NOT JUST DEER Corned heart and I started a number of years ago when the butcher at the restaurant I worked at that specialized in whole animals spoke with our meat purveyor and got a deal on beef hearts (not a hard thing to do). I walked in one day to 60 lbs of beef heart in the fridge and started to frantically think of how we could ever use so much before it turned, and without re-freezing it raw. I don’t think the butcher knew what he was ordering at all, he was a weird guy all around, I mean even for a 300 seat restaurant we were, that’s a lot of heart."
  13. I hear it makes a good seasoning for stew.
  14. Black powder is like game or fish - you shoot it, you clean it.
  15. It depends on the county. For a while some counties, Alpine comes to mind, would issue to anyone who lived in California. Some capons with a Big D after their names got wind of it and amended the law saying only your county of residence could issue you a CCW. Back in '04, I think that's right, when The Gav ordered San Francisco to issue marriage licenses for same sex couples no mater where they lived, and proclaimed that he was "protecting all civil rights for everyone" I called the San Francisco Sheriff's Dept. and asked, because of The Gav's commitment to protecting all civil rights, what I had to do to get a CCW from the County of San Francisco. Got passed around to a few people, and finally got told very bluntly that SF did NOT issue CCWs, that SF did NOT recognize CCWs from other counties but, out of "professional courtesy" would, if notified in writing ahead of time by the issuing authority, grudgingly not arrest someone who had a valid CCW from another county. Big of them. Sonoma County used to be one of the "You've got to be kidding!" counties. Unless you were a Big D grand high Poobah, or a major contributor to a Big D grand high Poobah, your chances of getting a CCW no matter what were about like the chance of a snowball surviving August in Death Valley on the ground at Badwater. It's somewhat better now, but the "good cause" is still a fairly high bar.
  16. https://images.app.goo.gl/dDELAHgubiQqJ2ji9
  17. I like the song. Movie is weird.
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