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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Given the timeframe I imagine you'd be referring to I would guess it was Chlordane. Banned long ago (mid 80's IIRC), it was the single most effective thing against anything that crawled for many years. As you probably guessed it was a human carcinogen...but boy did it do a number on bugs!
The bugs died from cancer, probably.
 
I find it good form to avoid gigs where attempts at my life are part of the deal.
It's amazing how many jobs have a significant "risk of life" aspect to them even when we're not talking about military or law enforcement positions.
 
It's amazing how many jobs have a significant "risk of life" aspect to them even when we're not talking about military or law enforcement positions.

I did not bargain that mine was one of those jobs :bored:
 
I did not bargain that mine was one of those jobs :bored:
It is amazing how many traditionally benign positions here in America have become more dangerous than anyone could have ever imagined...e.g. elementary school teacher, postal employee, college professor, general office worker, student, etc. The big change here in my mind is the threat from deranged shooters. However, once we start to see some time go by, many other professions turned out to be life threatening from chemicals or substances corporations inadvertently (or irresponsibly) exposed people to.
 
My pica pole was calibrated pre-Postscript. Useless now.


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They couldn't decide which was correct, feet or Metric...
I was going to say 6 of one, half dozen of the other, since a yard and meter are close and it's just a level. However, it would be more accurate to say 3 feet of one, .9144 meter of the other...
 
A couple-few years after seeing the Beatles on Ed Sullivan, with my father's commentary ("Bunch of damned foolishness!"), he and I were riding in the car when a rendition of Yesterday, played by Mantovani or some orchestra like that, came on the radio. The song ended as Dad pulled the car into the driveway at home and he said something to the effect of, "Now, you see? Played like that, that's good music. Why do they have to use electric guitars and have all that hair?" I didn't say anything, just chuckled and got out, because there was no point in saying anything. Fergawd'ssake, he couldn't remember that Yesterday was originally played with an orchestra, because it was sung by a guy who he knew had long hair! I grew up traditionally trained as a musician, but my parents played a wide variety of music at home. To this day, give me Sinatra singing any Nelson Riddle arrangement, Glen Miller's catalog, the Dorsey Brothers, Woody Herman, or most old standards and I'm happy as a clam. I've got my parents to thank for that. I picked up my love of Bach's music, especially organ pieces, on my own. The rest of the classical world followed in quick order. None of that was "damned foolishness." But by the time I was in high school and playing organ in a rock band, the Old Man was suddenly proud of me, and suggesting gigs the band should try to get. I still can't figure it.


My father when watching The Beatles for the first time on the Ed Sullivan show remarked "They're not playing those guitars" although he didn't hate them and when watching the Rolling Stones for the first time on the same show said "They Stink". A few years later I saw him sitting in his den with his ear phones on snapping his fingers to "Sympathy for the Devil":laugh: I didn't tell him. He did grow to appreciate both bands though. I also remember him watching The Ventures on (I think) Shindig, he really liked them and thought they were great players.
 
What did you get an F in?

I dropped out of kindergarten, had to repeat the first grade, almost had to repeat the second and forth grades. Bouncing between two schools allowed me to pass. They said that I would never make it out of elementary school. A teacher in the fifth grade turned things around for me.


I dropped out of high school after two months in the tenth grade to be a full time plastic hippy:laugh: hitchhiked to CA twice, did all sorts of antisocial things, I had a terrible attitude when I was a kid especially in school, my younger brothers and sister who had to attend in my wake were asked if I were their brother and were looked at suspiciously for a little while until they proved to be serious students. I eventually got my GED, went to college and got two bachelor degrees but like they say if I knew then what I know now........
 
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