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Hey Q, Merry Christmas and a

Richard Day — Thu, 22 Dec 2016 03:20:47 +0000

In reply to Hey Dick!

Hey Q, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year for chrissakes. hahahah

You know Winter hit us hard this December. So it aint so ? fun up where you are either.

But my son and his pixies shall see me on Friday (with his pixies seeing me on Tuesday).

And the terrible temps have mellowed.

I had no where else to put this thought except for in reply to you. I receive two Canadian stations up here and I am prone to browse my stations. And so it is in the middle of the afternoon in October and the high is supposed to be twelve? what the fuck is this?

Of course I hit some Canadian station. hhahahahahah

anyway, we have seen -20F up here already.

Hard to sell global warming in this environment.

MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMS TO Q.

Hang in there and come to this blog once in awhile!

Hey Dick!

Quinn the Obfuscator — Tue, 20 Dec 2016 22:51:46 +0000

In reply to THE OA

Hey Dick!

I just started the OA as well. And REALLY like it.

Especially when they pause between deaths, to talk and sort shit out.

ANYWAY. MERRY CHRISTMAS OLD BOY, AND TO THE REST OF YOU WRECKAGE!

LULU, thanks for that story.

CVille Dem — Sat, 17 Dec 2016 23:38:26 +0000

In reply to I’ve told this before. In the

LULU, thanks for that story. It reminds me of a starkly different time. I lived three blocks from a school that was in the city of Richmond, Virginia. I lived in the county of Henrico, but the school, Westhampton, which went from first to high school was generous in their outreach programs. My father had gone to that school, and in high school, played baseball. He also played in college, at the University of Richmond, and then went on to play semi-pro for Gloversville, New York, but I digress....

Way back when it was safe to send your very young children out to walk 3 blocks to another public school, my sister and I would go to the camp-like programs. We learned to make halliards, pot-holders, and all kinds of cool stuff -- we even did acid etching for aluminum plates we had decorated. I just loved it. There was also a sidewalk on one side of the school where we would (unsupervised) hook our skates on to our saddle oxfords, and take off on the downhill block to a MAJOR INTERSECTION. We would, a few feet away from the intersection, grab a telephone pole and circle it to help us stop.

I think i was about 7 or 8 years old when I took off, and was going way too fast. I couldn't grab the pole, and I went flying into the on-coming traffic. Screech! (Multiplied in my mind by 100). It was like you see in a movie. Every car stopped in time.

I can still recall that my only true fear was that my parents would find out. I was crying and I think that every car in the intersection was stopped. No honking, everyone seemed so happy that I survived. A lady put her arm around me and delivered me back to my fearful and mute (and very young) friends, and everyone got back in their cars and left.

My parents didn't find out because I never told them and no one ratted me out. If they had found out, I would have probably received a big tongue-lashing and it would have scared me even more than the incident had scared me. But I still would have been allowed to go out with my young friends to walk wherever we wanted to.

Now there is an entirely different way of getting along / or NOT getting along. The utter distrust (which I also have) of the "other side" has poisoned any sense of cooperation between people. I don't see a way out. I am just as distrustful of the dopes who support trump as they are of me.

Thanks

A Guy Called LULU — Sat, 17 Dec 2016 21:39:51 +0000

In reply to Lulu, this is amazing.

Thanks

Lulu, this is amazing.

Richard Day — Sat, 17 Dec 2016 18:45:41 +0000

In reply to I’ve told this before. In the

Lulu, this is amazing.

Damn!

I realize we are in a discussion here.

And you are relating to what we have discussed.

I dunnno, do a blog on this sometime?

I am speechless.

I’ve told this before. In the

A Guy Called LULU — Sat, 17 Dec 2016 18:18:44 +0000

In reply to I remember breaking down in

I’ve told this before. In the late seventies I was driving from Amarillo to Ft. Worth pulling a trailer. I was running smooth at about sixty when my front U-joint let loose and the drive shaft went sideways breaking the connector at the differential. At that point, not knowing what had happened, I coasted to a stop. Looking back I saw a pickup had stopped and was loading my driveshaft . Soon it pulled up beside me and we drove a couple miles to a small filling station at the edge of a very small farming town. The owner of the station had a car on the lift and was greasy to his elbows but wiped off his hands and drove his wrecker back and pulled my car in. The problem was obvious and he got on the phone and called suppliers [Long distance was expensive in those days] and after several calls determined that it would take at least two working days to get the replacement part out of Dallas. It was a Friday and I was low on cash and no credit card anyway to pay the new-price for the part and shipping.

So, he said, the best chance would be a wrecking yard in in a small town in Oklahoma about forty miles away. Then he told me that a driver who had a regular route picking up tapes at different banks should be stopping for gas within an hour and his next stop was Clarendon and he thought the guy would drop me where I needed to go. The driver arrived. He was happy for the company and off we went. I knew I would have to hitchhike back and having done that quite a bit in the past I knew that people were getting scared to stop in many places but this was Texas and as the day played out I experience what I like so much about most of that state.

I was let out at the yard and soon enough had my part and the guys working there knew my situation. Laughter and jokes about that's what I get for driving a Dodge. Always got a yard full of them that folks got smart and gave up on said a Ford Guy. I asked if they knew of anyone going my way. No one did but one of them threw me his keys and said to go out to that red Impala and get on the CB radio and see if I could stir up somebody going that way. No luck but there was a lot of crackling interference on the radio. I would soon know why. I started hearing thunder. I told them thanks anyway and headed out on foot to the highway to stick up my thumb. About a quarter of a mile away was a turn off into the town and I decided to walk that far so that there was no mistaking where I was headed and so I did so as a summer storm built in the sky.

I hadn’t been passed yet by a single car when I got to that t-intersection but about that time the cold wind blew in signaling that all hell was about to break loose and a pickup approached but started to make the turn away. Part way into the turn it slowed and turned back and drove up alongside me as the sky grew darker yet. A young guy and his girlfriend were inside and she rolled down the window and with a smile said I was about to get real wet. I told them my situation and the guy said that he would be happy to take me but he didn’t have the gas. I said I’d be tickled to fill their tank for a ride. He said jump in quick and off we went. They both lit up with big smiles as he said to his girl, “Now we can go to the goat-roper tonight. Goat-roper is what they were calling the Friday night Country-Western dance at a big club in Clarendon.

By the time we had gone a couple miles we all felt like friends and the guy pulled out a joint and we laughed our way down the road in a roaring thunderstorm that shook that old truck and halfway blinded the way forward. Before we arrived back at the station though we had broke into sunny skies. They dropped me off, wished me luck, and I went to work on my car. I am still infatuated with the young woman, pretty, smart, and such a happy laugh.

The owner had already told me his priority had to be finishing the car he was working on but he could let me use his tools and he had what I needed already laid out, just a big socket wrench and a long breaker bar plus the two new u-joints. While I was under the car a local farmer, just a kid really, came up and filled his car on his own without even speaking to the owner and went inside and put the money on the desk and then went and started talking farming with the owner as he worked. Why was one farmer better than another? The owner said they were all good, called them by name, but there was so much luck involved. Sometimes one would get rain at the right time while the other might see his crops mostly burn up and then get flooded just at harvest. I was close enough to hear their talk and after a bit the farmer asked what was going on with me. After a quick explanation the kid comes over and laid on his back and slid under with me enough to see what was going on and we talked a bit. What do I do? Railroader, huh? Where was I going? Yeah, the train don't stop here anymore. He asked if I would get finished that night and said if I needed to lay over that his momma owned the little motel just up the road. “She’ll give you a good easy price”, he said. “What the hell, she’ll probably let you stay free if I tell her on account of you being broke down and all”.

By now it was about six and bit later the phone rang and I heard the owner telling his wife that he would be a little late, to go ahead and have dinner with the kids and he would be home as soon as he could make it. “Luv ya, darlin, I shouldn't be long”.

I finished up soon after and went in to settle my bill. He would only take payment for the two u-joints that he had supplied. He wished me luck and I thanked him and drove away.

I still pass that station a couple times most years. It has been closed for a long time, the motel is abandoned, and many other businesses are boarded up. I know enough about the people in that part of the country to believe I would have as much friendly help if I was to have a problem there today. They were all fine neighbors, mostly fine people I would bet. I would also bet that everyone I met that day voted for Trump.

Peracles the same thing

Richard Day — Sat, 17 Dec 2016 16:02:47 +0000

In reply to I remember breaking down in

Peracles the same thing happened to me in Oklahoma 40 years ago.

The car broke down, my baby was sicker than a dog....

'They' fixed my car; they fixed my baby; they fixed my head.

Anyway, I was taking a walk whilst the hospital was watching over my baby girl, and this squad car stops and throws in in their car and takes me back to the hospital.

THIS IS NIGGER COUNTRY BOY; STAY OUT OF HERE!

One of the strangest experiences I ever had.

And to this day I cannot explain my feelings.

I remember breaking down in

PeraclesPlease — Sat, 17 Dec 2016 15:50:06 +0000

In reply to I am without religion so

I remember breaking down in Mississippi, and having an old guy in a pickup stop, diagnose the problem, drive us in to town to the parts place, took us back and helped replace it. "Why?" I asked. "My wife is working and I was bored and thought I'd just drive around and help people." Stunning.

I am without religion so

Flavius — Sat, 17 Dec 2016 13:12:31 +0000

In reply to Well Ocean, our 'leaders' are

I am without religion so maybe I'm being illogical but I prefer to remember there are people out there - in every country- who would stop and pick me up if I fell off a bike.

Just as there are people ,otherwise like me, who would drop a bomb on them.Or advocate a "surgical strike" i.e. one that results in the need for surgery

What difference does my conviction make ? It suits me.

And BTW causes me to reject the plans, and the planners, advocating invading just one more country. "This time will be different " to quote-out of context- a recently popular and mistaken economics paper.

Of course there were serious arguments for invading Syria. It wasn't an accident we didn't. It was because we had been wise enough to elect a leader who rejected them.

We're going to miss him

Well Ocean, our 'leaders' are

Richard Day — Sat, 17 Dec 2016 06:07:39 +0000

In reply to Sure there's nice people

Well Ocean, our 'leaders' are not looking that fucking good either right now or at least in 30 plus days!