I could go for a cinnamon bobka right now..
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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"
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Accurate. But for the dietary list. They ordered me on a two day fast before prep night. Anesthetic was administered via IV. Someone added something to the line and I was G.O.N.E.
They give you good stuff out here during cataract surgery too. I could feel it burn in my arm as it went through the vein.
Out of that whole list, the only one I watched was The Wire.
That was a good one, Breaking Bad was even better, Sopranos was another one, with those three shows I had to force myself not to binge watch them. TV programming has come a long way.
Gone, yep. The anestisyologis, anistesioustis, anethistitis, the guy who knocks you out. Showed me the syringe with a white liquid in the IV line. He said "This is white lightning. I'm going to give you just a little." In two seconds I was floating. "Yeah, I'm feeling that." Then he said "Night Night". I got nothing after that.
The Sopranos was the first modern series I've ever watched, of course I had read the reviews when it was current and knew the premise and knew people who swore by it but I thought ah, that's BS, it can't be that good, then Covid hit, got locked up out here and got HBO and started with that. First show was so so, second etc. by the 5th or 6th show it really started to get good, it was so good after a while it was scary, not the show, my reaction to it. The ending was almost a traumatic experience.
Breaking bad, I thought ah, another exploitation show about meth, meth dealers etc, will be boring, but I had nothing better to do so started watching it. Same thing it took a while for it to grow on me but that one also probably had me on the edge of my chair more than anything (including movies) I had ever watched before, it was amazing. Better Call Saul tells the story leading up to Breaking Bad and it too is very good. Curb Your Enthusiasm was wicked funny and a new season is coming out sometime this year, Schitt's Creek is also hilarious.
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This is the only proper way to choose Jello.
Oh, do allow me to provide you a recommendation of a sassy, insouciant little vintage with a delightful nose and strong finish. It's called golytely. As good as it gets. No incompletes with this stuff. No trips of more than 15 feet from the facilities, either.The clock is ticking on my next colonoscopy. Three years to go to my next intimate date with a few ducolax and Vitamin M (Miralax). Last time around I took an "incomplete" with the first exam. This was followed by a two day fast before banishment to purge-atory
We'll be here.
A little sad today. Dick Reade, the guy who hired me for my first real job in '74 passed away at age 98. He flew a P38 reconnaissance aircraft in WWII and got into crop dusting after the war. He founded Mid-Continent Aircraft in Hayti, MO in 1949. Mid-Continent is primarily ag aircraft sales and service but for a number of years they restored Boeing PT17 Stearman aircraft.
Here is Mid-Cont's website. Click the pic at the left for a biography of Mr. Reade.
MidContinent Aircraft Corp
My first job at Mid-Cont was in the maintenance and parts departments handing work orders, inventory, etc. In '76 I was asked if I wanted to work with computers. Well, yeah! I had a successful IT career because of Mr. Reade taking a chance on a 20 yr old that knew nothing.
I miss the occasional Stearman rides from back then. Mr. Reade would take the staff up for a ride and aerobatics once in a while. Tons of fun! I also got to fly with him to Kankakee, IL to deliver a Stearman to a customer and pick up one as a trade in. Great trip and a wonderful airplane. Here is a pic of the Stearman we flew to the customer.
Here is Mid-Cont's website. Click the pic at the left for a biography of Mr. Reade.
MidContinent Aircraft Corp
My first job at Mid-Cont was in the maintenance and parts departments handing work orders, inventory, etc. In '76 I was asked if I wanted to work with computers. Well, yeah! I had a successful IT career because of Mr. Reade taking a chance on a 20 yr old that knew nothing.
I miss the occasional Stearman rides from back then. Mr. Reade would take the staff up for a ride and aerobatics once in a while. Tons of fun! I also got to fly with him to Kankakee, IL to deliver a Stearman to a customer and pick up one as a trade in. Great trip and a wonderful airplane. Here is a pic of the Stearman we flew to the customer.
I think the entire moniker GOF, comes from the fact, that as we get older, we realize that filtering what we want to say, is time consuming, and time is no longer a luxury. I saw this with my grandparents, and other older relatives, in that they would say things to people, which would have gotten a much younger person, a challenge to fisticuffs (Yeah I heard it) but they didn’t care if someone was offended, embarrassed, or anything else. I find myself drifting further and further into that camp, as the years tick by, at an ever increasing rate.
My Peruvian wife thinks I'm the loudest thing going, most people out here speak very soft and very fast like they want to spit out the words to get it over with or that's what it seems like to me. They are also very polite, I try to be considerate of others feelings and sensitivities unless I'm joking but I'm loud and pretty much always have been. My mother was hard of hearing and all us kids had to yell in the morning if she didn't have hear hearing aid in, that could be why I'm loud. I can remember my father getting mad and saying: "GD it! Listen to those kids yell (at the supper table, 7 of us), please wear your hearing aid in the morning!" It could also be from standing in front of SVT's for 45 years. But I think I can hear pretty well considering.
My condolences, to you and his family. Truly a hero, and an ambassador of the greatest generation. Blue skies and clear air to him for eternity!
Dahlia is going to try out for the Metropolitan Opera:
I can see that bird on a stage.
It cracks me up when he sings those loud notes with his mouth open looking at the camera.
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