This sure would make me grumpy like hell.
This is why I love my GBE 1200. No problems at all.
Otherwise I would be grumpy. Very grumpy.
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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"
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This sure would make me grumpy like hell.
This is why I love my GBE 1200. No problems at all.
Otherwise I would be grumpy. Very grumpy.
The story, as my brother told it, is that the Liverpool City Council wanted to make the Cavern a tourist destination. The guy who actually owned the building where the club was situated wanted too much money. The final decision was, as only a politician could make, to buy the building next door and call THAT the Cavern. The real building was pulled down.
I never got to see the Beatles. I was still in grade school. But God I loved their sound! It was almost a religious experience to me. I remember seeing that orange and yellow label on the 45 and listening to "She Loves You" and feeling like I'd had a religious experience. I immediately got a job as a janitor after school and that summer proudly bought my first guitar from Aldens catalog for 29.95. I didn't know my parents spent an extra $30 to get it to Alaska! It was very cheap, as the amp was. But hey--I was 12 and I had a guitar!
Life was so wonderful those summers in grade school and Junior High. The Beatles, the JersyBeats.. Gerry and the Pacemakers....
Life was so wonderful those summers in grade school and Junior High. The Beatles, the JersyBeats.. Gerry and the Pacemakers....
I had to go back to school the following week after I saw them, it was the first time I enjoyed the annual "what did you do during summer vacation?' paper. To all the American old farts out there, is joining AARP worth it? Jim
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AARP acts like they're just pimping for the insurance companies. If they wanted to provide a real service, they could have found Bin Laden before the military did. They find everyone else with grey hair.
They started chasing us after we turned 50. I was still in denial and called them and yelled at them to stop sending stuff. Eventually we gave in and now we use our AARP membership for discounts in lots of online stores, hotels, car rentals... etc. Their magazines and website have excellent information. Almost feels like they're done all the work on studying getting older....
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Just curious. I went through and graduated high school in Anchorage (army brat) and left a year after that. Have always told myself if there was ever a time of no attachments, (wife, kids, job, mortgage, etc.), that I'd be on the first plane back. Life happens, I guess, but there's always a chance it could happen that direction again. Sounds a little bucket-list...ish.Sitka, Alaska... home of the Alaska Swiss Alpines!
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You're helping me get the itch. Haven't had any moose sausage or real smoked salmon in a long time.
Ummmmm wife made some reindeer sausage in hot dog buns for dinner..... and the salmon have been big, tender, and fat this year... sorry to say!
It's been awhile since my last Marmaduke horror story… not that he ain't been steady killin'!
Well, actually, not so much in the summer heat. It has been like Arizona hot down in the crawfish/rice fields here. I guess due to el Nino, or whatever it's called. It's keeping the Hurricanes away so I'm good with it. But damn, it's been hot; the breeze is like sitting in front of a furnace. Still blaming the heat on my dad's heart attack. He's doing good by the way. Healing as fast as an ornery can in this environment.
But I digress, a couple of days ago I went into the back yard to find Duke with a brand new furry chew toy… a dead rabbit, about half grown. So, I make him drop it and follow me inside. Go out with the flat shovel… and, I'm out of practice. The damn thing couldn't have been dead more than 30 minutes but the flies where all over it all ready. I approached from the long side, spine first… plop back on the ground. I try from the ass end (I didn't want to have to stare into the face of the bunny), and flop, back to earth. Sure enough, the way to do it is face first with a, "sorry rabbit" and the rest of the dead flesh slides effortlessly into the shovel's loving lap. I have to put it into the back of my truck and go a mile away to toss it because Black Death Marmaduke would just go get it and bring it back home. He's snoring right now laying with his head on my stinky hippy flip flops and his paws are twitching… he's dreaming of his next kill.
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Well, actually, not so much in the summer heat. It has been like Arizona hot down in the crawfish/rice fields here. I guess due to el Nino, or whatever it's called. It's keeping the Hurricanes away so I'm good with it. But damn, it's been hot; the breeze is like sitting in front of a furnace. Still blaming the heat on my dad's heart attack. He's doing good by the way. Healing as fast as an ornery can in this environment.
But I digress, a couple of days ago I went into the back yard to find Duke with a brand new furry chew toy… a dead rabbit, about half grown. So, I make him drop it and follow me inside. Go out with the flat shovel… and, I'm out of practice. The damn thing couldn't have been dead more than 30 minutes but the flies where all over it all ready. I approached from the long side, spine first… plop back on the ground. I try from the ass end (I didn't want to have to stare into the face of the bunny), and flop, back to earth. Sure enough, the way to do it is face first with a, "sorry rabbit" and the rest of the dead flesh slides effortlessly into the shovel's loving lap. I have to put it into the back of my truck and go a mile away to toss it because Black Death Marmaduke would just go get it and bring it back home. He's snoring right now laying with his head on my stinky hippy flip flops and his paws are twitching… he's dreaming of his next kill.
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Reindeer sausage - mmmm. Salmon - mmmm. Now I'm hungry.Ummmmm wife made some reindeer sausage in hot dog buns for dinner..... and the salmon have been big, tender, and fat this year... sorry to say!
You bet, laying out in the sun in my backyard listening to "Summer In The City", "Bluebird" etc. on a little 9 volt radio. Still today the smell of Coppertone brings it all back! Jim
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Not only did the radio say "Transistor", if you tore it apart you could actually see 'em.
A couple of years ago a lady whose husband passed away walked into the camera store I was working in with a box of old cameras and lenses she wanted to donate to the local college photography program. Most of it was just junk but at the bottom of the box was 9 volt "Channel Master" radio complete with the leather case and ear plug. It was actually made by Sanyo before they were using that name in the US. Popped in a new battery and the sound of that little 2" tinny speaker was like walking into the Wayback Machine. Since there is no longer any good AM music stations in my area I just listen to baseball games on it in my back patio.That thing was built to last! Jim
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