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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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In recognition of our dear friend across The Pond, I offer up the following, to also be observed on Labor Day post-May 1:

What is Labour Day?
Labour Day, known as International Workers’ Day in the UK, is also observed on May 1 and is a public holiday in many places.

The date was chosen to commemorate the Haymarket affair of 1886, which began as a peaceful rally in support of workers striking for an eight-hour day, and ended with a bombing that killed seven police officers and four workers.

As well as remembering those who have died or been injured at work, International Workers’ Day celebrates labourers and the working classes.

In recent years, it has become a day for large-scale protests organised by socialist and anti-capitalist movements.
 
Dogs salute fire hydrants and trees. They also like to check their pee-mail.

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When I was a kid, everyone's dad was in the war. They all sacrificed so that we could life a better life. Mine joined up with his brothers. He was working for an airline and they promised that his job would be there when he returned. One less thing to worry about. They kept their word and his time in the army counted towards seniority in the company. He landed in France on D-Day and went on to Germany via other countries. He never talked about the war other than the countryside in Holland. In the 60's he went back to visit his brother's grave in Belgium. A stark reminder of what they all went through.
My dad was a college kid who got drafted at 18, went to France after D-Day and lived in a villa with a large wine cellar while being a colonel's driver. He said they had a full time cook and ate wonderfully before they had to move on. They reassigned him to being a scout, which was a whole different ballgame. After they got to Germany, it was his unit that liberated Ohrdruf Concentration Camp. He never said anything about it until he called one day and said he saw a clip of the camp on the History Channel that showed the day Eisenhower and Patton came to see it. A lot of photos were taken that day and I've looked at every one I could find to see whether I could spot him in any of them, but I guess I'm just as glad I couldn't. Nobody in the family, including my mother, ever had any idea he'd even been close to a concentration camp before that. He would only say that it was bad, nothing more. A lot of the Greatest Generation came home from the war and had drinking or psychological problems, or both. Dad definitely got the drinking, but quit entirely around 1970. And a whole lot of them were pretty closemouthed about the things they'd seen and done in the war. Dad said he'd only fired his rifle seven times, and four of those were at deer. As a scout he said he had a lot of Germans surrender to him toward the end. Well, this was almost a book. I've still got his uniform "Ike" jacket with its decorations. And I'm still real proud of him.
 
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My father got his in high school diploma in one as part of the class of ‘42 and two weeks later got his draft notice in the other.

He fought with 2nd Corp and 7th Army in North Africa and in the invasion of Sicily. After Sicily, a bunch of GI’s were sent to England and attached to the US First Infantry Division.

The US 1st and the 29th were the first wave at Omaha Beach. After Operation Cobra, the US 1st became part of 3rd Army so my father had General Patton as a commander again.

My father would never talk about his time in the war except to tell my brothers and me, “If you ever go in the army, don’t make friends with anyone.” I later figured out that was his way of saying that he lost many friends and buddies in the war.

After he died in 1990 of cancer, my older brother sent away for dad’s military records. It was then that we found out that he won a Silver Star in North Africa and five Bronze Stars in Europe.

It was then that I realized how much death and destruction he saw. When Germany surrendered, he was but 22 years of age. He was still a kid but had seen a lifetime of horror.
 
My latest acquisition: 1 used, not abused, Epi EB-0. Said goodbye to the Squire VM Jag SS.
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I always liked the looks of these. The only Gibson that I ever owned and played was a '63 series II Thunderbird. It had been in a case fire and also been coated with a gloppy coat of urethane. I stripped it and re-applied the clear coat. Loved the sound of that bass. :cool:
 
Everything works. Gonna need some tinkering to get the action a little lower. Sounds suspiciously like the Epi EB-3 I had before.:smug:
That's what's got my curiosity ... Dyslexic Gears ....
The only Gibson that I ever owned and played was a '63 series II Thunderbird.
The only Gibson bass I ever owned was a Ripper I bought new in the mid '70s. A high school buddy has (had? - haven't seen Paul since I left HS in '74) a Thunderbird IV from the same era as your II.
 
That's what's got my curiosity ... Dyslexic Gears ....
The only Gibson bass I ever owned was a Ripper I bought new in the mid '70s. A high school buddy has (had? - haven't seen Paul since I left HS in '74) a Thunderbird IV from the same era as your II.

Interestingly enough, I saw my old 'bird on an Ebay listing a couple of years ago. It had found its way to California!
 
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