Cactus Jack Calder

Sounds like smart fellow who has his head screwed on right. Takes after his Grandpa I bet. Congratulations.

I like all of those you listed jus keeping it simple. I am a “Yankee” by birth. So you might not expect me to be into Blue Grass. It is my favorite. Besides the Gibson Bros. are Yankees too. They hail from around Syracuse, NY.

+1 I like the Gibson Bothers now. Also miss Doc Watson.

UB thank you. I registered today. Didn’t have pictures. Will I be able to add them later?

The poke point doesn’t work for me. Do you have an address string I can copy?

Where are the Limes for scurvy? I thought that’s how the British Tars got the name “Limey”. During my time at sea we did UnRep several times. Once we received a whole pallet load of “Johnson’s Baby Oil”, to coddle the Annapolis Midshipmen we had on board for their summer cruise. The Captain of the supply ship knew our Captain and couldn’t help ribbing him about his “pleasure cruise “. CJC

Yep that’s him. The only photograph I have of him. I never knew Grandpa Calder. He was my mother’s father and he passed when Mom was 6 years old. A handsome gentleman.

Even common everyday names can become a rage. There were five Roberts in my elementary school class. Since we only had one class per grade we all answered every time the teacher said “ROBERT”. We never knew which one of us was in trouble until the teacher said “I mean Mr. XXX. The five Roberts even followed me to work (not the same guys, just the number of Roberts). We had a joker at work who loved to sneak off into a corner and yell “Hey Bob” and get a chours of “WHATS”. Of course as a youngster I was Bobby except to my Old Maid Aunt who spelled it Bobbie. In the late 1940’s that was definitely a “girls name”. What 5-6 year old boy wanted to be called a “girl”? Yuck!! I finally figured out I don’t care what they can call me, just as long as they don’t call me late for dinner. Cactus Jack Calder (who was my Grandfather)

I am starting to set up a reloading station in an shed. I will insulate and weather condition the space, including appropriate security locking. So as a newbie I am asking, how do you anneal the neck of a pistol cartridge without affecting the base?

Forty, I searched jewelry parts wholesale and found this. Rio Grande a supplier of parts; https://www.riogrande.com/ Rio Grande listing for a silver, watch swivel hook; https://www.riogrande.com/product/sterling-silver-watch-swivel-hook-lanyard-pull/630225 Hope this gets you on a good search track. CJ

The following is taken from NOLO an online legal advice site. It would seem to me that the patient meets the exception as his/her actions constitute a “risk of serious harm” to the prisoner on death row. If I Tell My Psychologist About a Crime I Committed, Can I Get in Trouble? Dangerous Patient Exception: Most states have an exception to the therapist-patient privilege for dangerous patients, often referred to as the Tarasoff duty. (Tarasoff v. Regents of Univ. of Cal., 17 Cal.3d 425 (1976).) Depending on the jurisdiction, the exception either allows or requires therapists to report statements by patients that indicate dangerousness. The law might, for instance, say that therapists must disclose statements when the patient presents a risk of serious harm to others and disclosure is necessary to prevent that harm.

Check with the company rep for your wife’s insurance. Some insurance companies require that you apply for Medicare at 65. They then become your secondary insurance as DH said. It’s cheaper for them. When I turned 65 my insurance required the change.

What LL said. I have had two surgeries. The first time I was loosing the use of my right leg, due to 4 disk bulges. The Dr said he could fix the disk problem but not guarantee a pain free back. The second was for the same issue, (1 disk) with my left leg going numb. Again the same Dr fixed the bulging disk so my legs work fine. My back hurts if I overdo it and it is cranky in the morning. However, I can make it through a SASS match without being crippled and enjoy my time there. My surgeon is retired Army. I think he had a lot of practice in service. He also understands my need to go to SASS matches. I’m 74 and just joined SASS last year. Having fuuuun!! What CS said ++ do the work. The rehab works wonders . Every day I do the exercises the rehab people gave me. It allows me to get over the morning cranky back syndrome much faster. Best of Luck Cactus Jack

The version I heard had a construction worker taking a wheelbarrow of sand out of the gate every afternoon. He had very carefully purchased the sand and had a paid receipt in hand every time. Of course he was stealing wheelbarrows.

For the technically unsuffistcated: (like me) 1. From your phone e-mail the picture to yourself on the PC. 2. Save the picture from you e-mail into your photo file on the PC. 3. Follow Warden Calloway’s instructions from here on. That’s what I have done in the past.

Me in the early 50’s with a tall black hat and black shirt, riding my trusty bicycle (with training wheels) down the street. Hoppy was my hero then.

Thanks Alpo. That’s what he was going for. He loved to tell me whoppers.

Well that’s the story as my Grandfather told it to me, with no embellishment by myself. I hope you enjoyed it. Cactus Jack Calder

This is when the Gertrude L Theaboad arrived along with several other ships bound for the high seas. After rescuing most of the population of the island the various ships Captains held a conclave. These ships were all merchant enterprises, the Captains bound to by their oath to make every effort to produce a profit for the owners. In addition, several Captains were part owners in the enterprise. Common decency and “Rules of the Sea” bound these ships masters to aide the islanders. This was a conundrum. Most Captains opted to make a stop at another island in the area, to deliver the rescued Jamaicans and resupply for the continuation of their planned voyage. Remaining in Jamaica, Captain Campbell and his First Mate, my G-G-Grandpapy, devised a plan. Whaling ships were equipped with large boilers, used to render whale blubber for the oil. They also have very large vats for storing the oil and very long handled knives to slice the blubber into manageable pieces. By using these knives, known as “Flensing Knives”, the crew could harvest chunks of the now nearly solidified treacle to refine it into Molasses and store the product in the oil vats. The Theaboad and two other whalers spent most of a normal whaling season harvesting the treacle. This allowed the islanders to reclaim their towns and villages. The ship returned to Mystic at least a year earlier than planned. Having been the first whaler to make land in Jamaica the Theaboad was the first to fill it’s holds with fine Molasses and the first to make the market in America. The cargo was sold for a handsome profit and all hands received a healthy share, better than if the voyage had gone as planned. Soon after the Theaboad returned the price of Molasses dropped severely due to a glut on the market. Having decided that the sea was not his vocation John Calder took his shares from the voyage and headed west. However, that is another story.

The rains had stopped, the islanders thought the sugarcane would begin to dry up and stop pushing into the inhabited coastal area. They were correct, along the coast the situation stabilized. The plantation owners began to plan how they might harvest this incredible abundance and become wealthy beyond their wildest dreams. All they had to do was wait for the sugarcane to reach the right stage and then begin the harvest. You need to know that the process of harvesting sugarcane involves burning the fields to get rid of all the leaf mater, leaving only the cane stalks. Then the laborers are sent in to chop down the canes. The canes are then squeezed to extract the syrup. This syrup is called “Black Treacle”. The treacle is then refined and mixed with water to produce “Molasses”. Mean while, as I was saying, things in the inaccessible hills were going from bad to worse. While the sugarcane along the coast was maturing the cane in the hills had not only matured but had begun to reach a state of dryness not normally found in the tropics. The cane leaves were tinder dry. The intense heat of the sun caused the leaf mater to spontaneously combust. As the cane burned the treacle syrup began to seep out of the stalks. This allowed the stalks to dry and burn, intensifying the heat. The more the fire spread the more treacle began to collect in pools, then flows, finally streams and rivers of treacle headed for the coast. As the flow of treacle approached the coast it began to cool slightly and build up into a wall of slowly advancing syrup. The first the islanders became aware of the situation was when this wall of syrup appeared at the edge of the jungle like cane fields surrounding their towns. The syrup wall was now advancing on the population with slow but inexorable certainty. Several of the plantation owners immediately organized their workers to attempt to harvest the treacle. However, while the syrup had cooled off to some degree it was much to hot to handle with any equipment at hand. In addition the wall kept advancing. Soon villages were being over run and people fled to the beaches. Some of the islanders took to fishing boats and small craft heading out to other islands. However, there were no where near enough boats to evacuate the entire island. Desperate people began to swim out to sea to escape or climb trees to get above the flow. Anything to avoid the still hot treacle flow.

This is a short story I wrote many years ago. I happened to stumble across it in my files and with the recent proliferation of storytelling I thought it might receive a welcome. You may recognize one of the characters. I will post it in 3 parts so as not to tax the wire. Cactus Jack Calder It was 1808, at least that’s what my Grandfather told me. His Grandfather, my Great-Great Grandfather, John Calder, was enrolled as First Mate aboard the Gertrude L. Theaboad, a three masted Brig out of Mystic, Connecticut. The Captain was Jacob Campbell, a canny Scotsman and part owner of the Theaboad. The ship was bound for the Horn of Africa and then the South Pacific Ocean. There they would harvest whale oil for up to two years. The normal course to the Horn was not a direct southeasterly sail. Those old square rigged ships needed to follow the “Trade Winds”, and that meant sailing south along the North American coast to the Caribbean. Then sailing east across the Atlantic to the coast of Africa. Next south again to the Horn. The trick was to get the timing right. First Captain Campbell had to catch the Trade Winds going east off the Caribbean Sea, then arrive at the Horn when the winds and weather allowed a passage to the Pacific. The passage from west to east across the Atlantic and south down the African coast was short on safe ports of call. To resupply with fresh water and fruit, the usual course included a stop at one of the leeward islands in the Caribbean. In 1808 Captain Campbell chose to stop at the British Colony at Jamaica. There the ship encountered the strangest set of circumstances ever seen by man. Before I tell you of what the ships crew encountered I need to provide a little education in weather phenomena. I am sure in today’s day and age you are aware of the tropical depressions that move off the West African Coast from June through October that can result in a Hurricane along the East Coast of the Americas or into the Caribbean Sea. What isn’t commonly known is that during the period from late March through April there are occasional “Mini Depressions” that move east from the West Coast of Africa. These depressions are normally pushed further north than the later seasonal tropical depressions of the “Hurricane Season” and may reach the northeast coast of the United States. There the resulting precipitation is know as the, “April showers that bring May flowers”. Well in 1808 there was a freakish occurrence that brought these “April Showers” in a more southerly course. The result on the Island of Jamaica was an almost continuous series of gentle showers interspersed with beautiful sunshine. Now Jamaica was known for it’s production of Sugarcane. The sugarcane plantations covered much of the island with the major habitation being settled along the island’s coast. With the unusual weather pattern the plantation owners anticipated a bumper crop of sugarcane. Anticipating a tremendous return on their investment the plantation owners added substantially to the cultivated land area. The sugarcane grew and grew until the cane fields were so chocked that access roads were closed and the plantation owners and laborers were forced to retreat to the coastal towns. Still the sugarcane grew until the coastal towns and villages were surrounded. The only way the people were not pushed into the sea was by regularly chopping back the encroaching vegetation. The situation was at a stalemate, the sugarcane kept growing and the villagers kept chopping. What the people of the island didn’t know was that, up in the hills where no one could observe, things were going from bad to worse.

Wrangler, Yep I forgot about hubcaps. Haven’t had one in so long they slipped my mind, what is left of it.

+1 In the East, at least in Jersey, it was referred to as a TIRE IRON! The socket end obviously for lug nuts. The pointy end used to pry the tire off the wheel, once the bead is broken. BTDT. CJ

I’m in. I’d like to read more. Don’t stop now!

A while ago there was a large American Mfg who advertised TP without a roll as an environmentally better product. No roll to throw away and fill the landfills. They claimed Americans annually used enough TP to build a full scale model of the Empire State Building from the discarded rolls several times over. Haven’t seen that add for some time and don’t remember the Mfg name.