Rip Snorter

Back in the old time NYC neighborhoods you learned to open a hydrant with a wire clothes hanger and a broomstick / stickball bat.

Gotta recommend a universal small battery checker. Saves money. Button batteries up to 9 volt and some camera batteries. Not a lot of money. Mine is branded DLYFULL - I believe it was under $25.

Once you get old, just put a piece of 2x4 in some strategic location before you point the stud finder.

Costco 8 pack around $20 and change. Have to have them on hand for smoke alarm backup even though the units are hardwired.

Mebbe so, mebbe not. Just one man's opinion.

A long time ago I was taught that the particular phrase accords the helper some protection under the law, at least in some states.

Rule of thumb - from a distance shout "Officer, do you require assistance."

Not a new phenomenon. Serious penalties needed.

Zactly! And there used to be Mental Illness Detention facilities for such.

Japanese law enforcement apparently has a blue riot spray that lasts till skin cells shed, and it doesn't smell good at all. Of course the last part probably wouldn't matter with those folks here. Wonder what it costs.

As someone who grew up in a neighborhood with Italian neighbors, and with Italian relatives by marriage, I can only say it ranks near spaghetti with catsup for sauce I was served at a friend's house as a young boy. If you want carbonara, make carbonara. Yuck!

My English girlfriend, many decades back, had been raised in what was then British Guyana. Based on life experience, she would entirely remove coating before eating anything batter fried. I never cared to ask her just what interesting morsel she had encountered.

Imagine if dueling was legal. Courtesy and manners would still rule.

Which is specifically proscribed by law.

I believe the total number of states suing is up to 27, two groups plus Florida.

A couple of other interest sites I participate in use the same platform and have lengthy real posting or paid membership required to buy or sell. I suspect it wouldn't be hard to do here.

An ancient joke that predicted the present. Shortly after a smooth take off and ascent to cruising height, an announcement comes over the PA. Ladies and Gentlemen, congratulations on being on the first fully AI controlled commercial flight. The system is fully redundant and will guarantee you a safe and comfortable flight with systems that are completely infallible, fallible, fallible...

I owned that Johnson Outboard. It was old then but still a solid operator!

I hated mobs in the late '60's and crossed a lot of their picket lines. I still hate them in their zombie rebirth. I don't have the physicality I had then, but if I run into it, not likely in central Montana, I'll see if I can do it once more as an old man. Mobs are as smart as the stupidest member and generally cowardly. One Ranger, one Riot. Not only should they be expelled, a one way ticket to the Sandbox with no passport seems fair.

That's nothing, my Wife is gonna have my cremains made into a diamond. I did warn her it was likely to come out off color and flawed.

Through a data base they have "somehow" acquired which they are not supposed to have?

Well, I tell you - my very intelligent Wife will likely get a self driving car when they actually work 100% and soon after I croak. We live in the wide open spaces and have adult children in two states within one day driving range. She figures that feature will allow her to stay in the house longer and get to drive for frequent visits. I can only say that at the time she executes her plan it won't bother me. I can't imagine wanting one since I enjoy driving.

Life is tough and sometimes requires a good bit of grit. When I lived in a suburb, with a large fenced yard, unbeknown to me since I worked for a living, a nasty, small portion of kids passing on the way home from school tortured my Labrador, not an aggressive breed, and made him so unpredictable I had to have him put down when he treed a neighbor on top of a car. He never bit anyone, but civil society requires hard choices. It is most often the owner, but sometimes other forces or a breed anomaly that causes issues. The vet told me the dog had a brain tumor - almost as credible as "moved to live on a Farm".

Saw a recent post somewhere about using a food dehydrator to considerably improve a bad batch of primers. Can't recall the site.

Going back in time, there was an old Southernism or maybe Ruralism, "You shoot your own dogs." The broad meaning of the phrase was that you did the hard thing if it was right even if it hurt. I have never had to shoot one of my dogs, though one died in such pain that I probably should have. The others have been gotten to the Vet, some 75 miles away, a trip they did not enjoy. When you live in the country, you have few neighbors and they must be valued. Their stock, even chickens cannot be at the mercy of your dogs. Hindsight is 20/20, she probably have taken the problem dog to be euthanized. The last time I had an old boy who had to go, and it was not a point I considered, it was the price of a pretty nice handgun.