punxsutawneypete

The Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY had a exhibit dedicated to this routine.

Better pack a lunch, we'll be here for awhile.

Not a chance!

This reminds me of a job interview I was scheduled for back in the Dark Ages, 1978, before cell phones and when pay phones were still available. I was living in the suburbs of Reading, PA and after 2 1/2 months of job loss I managed to get an interview in March with a company in the western suburbs of Philadelphia. It was something like a 70 mile drive. The weather forecast was for snow so I made sure to leave really early. When I got to the Pa. Turnpike and the Schuylkylll Expressway, it was snowing like mad, but traffic was still moving. I finally got to my exit ramp and the traffic stopped completely. So there I sat, with no way to call the company to say that I was stuck in traffic because of the snow and would be late. I was watching my job opportunity slowly flying away. Finally I was able to slowly drive up the ramp and got to the interview, 20 minutes late. As I was stomping the snow off my boots, the manager's executive assistant looked at me and said, "We didn't think you were going to show up." My thought was, "Ma'am, I need this job. I would have come by dogsled if I had to." Because I hate to be late for anything, I apologized profusely to the manager and he said, "I was here anyway." So I had the interview and went off to the house of some friends in Philly who were expecting me. And the upshot was, I got the job! Now my experience may be on the somewhat hardnosed side, but in this thread I haven't read any excuse for blowing off a job interview that comes remotely close.

A classic skit that never gets old.

I've been stocking up on reloading components and ammunition since the Clinton administration. I've had to acquire a bunch more cabinets, locks and locking cabinets,

Idon'tknow. Years ago, I was visiting some friends in Bloomsburg, PA, and they took me to a event called the Bloomin' Follies, which was a variety show put on by the local people as a fundraiser for the hospital. As part of the show, they had two guys doing "Who's on First" and they were great. I got to talk with them after the show and told them how good they were. And they told me the hardest thing about doing "Who's on First" in public was keeping from busting up while they were doing it!

I didn't know there was a gunpowder named after me!

That takes foreclosures to a whole new level!

I used to be on the competitive chili cooking circuit all over the mid-Atlantic states. The picture is of me at a chili cookoff in Mount Airy, MD. I'm in the process of cubing up a roast. By my left hand is a #14 Griswold cast iron skillet that I used to brown up the meat, peppers and onions. Part of the show was looking like a southwesterner cooking up dinner over a campfire in a 100 year old cast iron skillet.

It must have been at least 25 years ago that I bought my Garand from DCM/CMP. Everybody would probably gag if they saw what I paid for it back then. I had never bought a semiauto rifle before because PA doesn't allow them for deer hunting but that was too good a deal to pass up. They will have to take it from my cold, dead hand because I am never selling it.

Since the magazine disconnector has to rub up against a magazine, I took the hard stone out of a Buck knife sharpening kit and rubbed the hard stone on the front of each of my High Power magazines. I found it improved the trigger pull immediately and cost nothing to do.

When I saw the title of the thread I thought it was about the wanted posters in the Post Office!

So does everybody in Siberia drive down the middle of the road?

With my heart I don't think they would let me try it.