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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Never really could take the hard stuff myself but have been known ... well there is a lemonade stand I sometimes visit and the gentleman bought shots for me and Tara. Ordinarily I don't
but
when asked
said
tequila

and slept pretty well that night.

Edit: have been known to drink grappa in the proper company, but if solo a Campari and soda is perfect. When in Milan (and I am only in Milan now in the sense that there is always Milan) it's leave work by 6 (very late by local standards), something refreshing to drink before everyone goes home by 7 so we can all go out to dinner around 11.
 
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In the early to mid 60's my band was playing parties and small venues. There were dances every week at community centers that were in every neighborhood, coffee houses but they didn't really pay much more than than food (brownies, muffins, and dried cake). Then there were junior and high schools. Music was everywhere and every kid was in a band. We did current pop that was on the radio, mostly the British Invasion bands.

One day we were practicing in our drummer's garage and the door opens. An older guy came in and asked if he could join in with us. Turns out he was in the military and owned a PA system. He played solo doing country songs at clubs and was looking for a backup band. He sat there with a thick fake book picking out song after song to teach us. He took us under his wing. He'd do one run through of a song and we'd go through a couple of runs. It was mostly old school country, late 40's, 50's, early 60's. It sounded great. He had one of those deep country voices that carried. There wasn't a big difference between early rock'n'roll and country at the time.

You wouldn't believe the money that you could make in country music. The crowd was older and they liked 50's/60's music. They filled the clubs every weekend.
 
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From my offspring:
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For Trekkers.
 
Some cars, like cell phones, have clocks that autoset the time via the internet. I like that feature.

In my case, a paid subscription for limited internet access is not required. Updates to computers are performed automatically. On the negative side, I wonder what they are doing with the GPS and other data that they collect. I wouldn’t want to park in front of anywhere nefarious.
 
"We call for a global moratorium on all clinical uses of human germline editing — that is, changing heritable DNA (in sperm, eggs or embryos) to make genetically modified children," the 18 scientists and bioethicists from seven countries write in an article published Wednesday by the journal Nature.

We did it!!!:D:thumbsup::hyper:
We didn't kill ourselves before the fun starts:smug:
I can't wait to finally get that sixth finger. I'm going to show Geddy, Geezer and Steve Harris who's boss:cigar::bassist:
Can't wait for the new X-Men movie.:rolleyes:
Videodrome: the new flesh:greedy:
Freak flag fly.:beaver:
fnord!
 
And the TB rule of "pics or it's only a flappin' jaw" is followed through with

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My Sheaffer Balance. It's probably a 1936 but impossible to tell for certain. It's not a White Dot (Lifetime) so the price new was likely $5 or less. Which is a great deal of money in America in 1936. The upscale White Dot line with a lifetime warranty started at around $10. This pen likely saw lifetime service for - perhaps - a woman in a bank who signed a lot of papers. It would have been too expensive for a teller and too downmarket for management.

It's a lever filler and utterly devoid of any pretense. Not a bit of gold or silver anywhere, not even the nib. The nib is steel and is a fine nib. Had the pen belonged to an accountant the nib would be extra fine. Had the nib belonged to a manager (with some ego) the nib would be at least medium and possibly broad. It's the nib suited to someone with smallish and careful handwriting.

The lever, when lifted, simply depresses a sac inside. Release the lever, and the ink is drawn up from the bottle through the nib's feed. As simple as it gets and stone reliable. Until the sac wears out. Our imaginary lady pen owner would have taken the pen to the stationary shop where the pen repair guy works. She'd be given a loaner pen until her pen was re-sac'd and cleaned.

Likely this little gem never saw anything but black ink in its life. Until it came into my keeping. That's nearly certainly Sheaffer Turquoise I use in the writing sample. So yeah, that's my natural handwriting. Unless I'm signing my name with an E-pen at the doctor's or something. SMH

This is just So well written!

I’ve read it 3 times, and I assume I’ll be going back for 4ths sometime soon. :thumbsup:
 
Never really could take the hard stuff myself but have been known ... well there is a lemonade stand I sometimes visit and the gentleman bought shots for me and Tara. Ordinarily I don't
but
when asked
said
tequila.

You should be very careful about that stuff. According to country music legend it makes ladies clothes fall off! :)

 
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Nothing like a good song to get your fingers moving. Sometimes Frank would use a home made Fender based pre into PA power amps. I ran with that idea whenever I wanted a lot of volume. In the early 70’s he used a wall of Fender amps that sounded amazing.

A good person, true to his music.

We saw them in '74 or '75 at a club called Reflections, across from the University of Cincinnati. It was the first time I watched a psycho-delic light show (colored oils in a petri dish on an overhead projector). :bassist:
 
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