Pulp, SASS#28319

“I don’t want a pickle...”

According to some family history that someone did one of my ancestors was some type of Prussian Royal Guard that was sworn to the king, and forbidden to marry. The Guard was in France for some reason, the Catholic orphanage presented young ladies of marriage age to them. He met her, they sneaked away to Holland and caught a boat to the colonies. They opened a trading post in the backwoods of Pennsylvania, he went on a buying trip and was never heard of again. It's been a long time since I've read this, but if I remember correctly this is one of the ancestral lines of my paternal grandmother. The wife continued operating the post, survived several Indian raids and raised their children on her own. One particularly horrifying part of the story, while they were on the boat another passenger went into labor. Apparently a very long hard labor with lots of screaming and crying. Finally the crew just threw her overboard in the middle of the Atlantic.

Stingers are my favorite. However, past 50 or so yards the heavier 40 grain bullets like the Velocitor would start catching up.

At the paper mill we had huge lights with like a 12” rod in the middle. When the electricians changed them out the rods were in high demand!

If you really zoom in on BG's second photo you can actually see the spin of the bullet in the trace.

I'm sure most of y'all already know this, but maybe someone hasn't seen it yet. Not much help for Pat's original question, but handy to know.

The school I teach at (Marietta, OK)had a tornado evac today, 400 kids in a small basement is not enjoyable. Fortunately nothing happened.

Their trachea is very long too. If you breathed through a hose that long you’d be breathing the same air over and over. Eventually fatal. For some reason it doesn’t seem to bother the giraffes.

This is Katie enjoying the sunshine through the window.

All I can add, whoever you choose, ask them to thoroughly sedate you. It ain’t no fun when you’re wide awake and someone is slashing around in your eye. Call me chicken but I found another doc for my other eye.

Thanks to everyone. I suppose my brother did send it home, as opposed to when we were in Japan.

Thanks UB. I’d reckon this was from Japan when we lived there ‘53-54. Dad was an MP. But it could be Vietnam, as my brother was there in ‘68-69. Like Widder said, wonder who the woman is? Sure enough easy on the eyes.

What exactly is this? I'm guessing it was kind of like "mill money" that big companies used to pay their employees with, and was only good at the company store. I'm going through old totes of my mom's and came across this. Pretty art work, even it it's worthless.

Hilarious. I’m weird, but I think overacted stuff is fun. One of my favorite movies is Lost Skeleton if Cadavra. But it was done on purpose, not sure about this scene.

Once upon a time in Ann Arbor, MI my brother Sawyer and I had a small glass candy jar full of homemade BP. We were in the basement, he would fill the female end of a gun cleaning rod with the BP and light it. Mind you, this wasn't Swiss grade BP. It burned rather slowly, but made a nice miniature Roman Candle kind of effect. You've probably already guessed this, but somehow a spark drifted over to the candy jar and ignited it. No miniature Roman Candle effect there, more like a Saturn 5 rocket. How stuff stored in rafter racks avoided catching fire is beyond me. Mom was a work, Dad was upstairs, asleep in the bedroom. We quietly shut his door, then opened all the windows in the house to air things out. Remember Ann Arbor, MI? Did I mention it was in the winter? House got quite cold, but the smoke did gradually clear. To my knowledge neither Mom or Dad ever heard the story. We sure didn't tell them.