When I was 16 or 17 I put a crankshaft in my 1951 Chevy in our driveway with Dad's tools. I got the crankshaft at the junkyard.I think the best thing about those classes in junior high was the interest it created. I did not go into any of these trades as an occupation but the little experience I did get in those one hour a day classes made me appreciate skilled labor. I think there are not enough "vocational schools" today and too many guidance counselors want to steer every one to college. College is not for everyone and a man or woman can make a lot of money with a skilled trade. A good plumber and electrician is a prime example We need more in the work force.
And boy are you right about fixing cars. My first car was a 1947 Ford coupe, flat head V8 that could be taken apart over night and put back together with a set of Craftsman tools and a pulley chain tied to an oak tree limb.
Thanks fellas! Been a great day so far. Ran into a little trouble getting her to the airport, a truck was stuck across the road and his load had shifted. Looked like he tried to turn that rig around in a lot less than 40 acres. I found a route around that though and took some backroads to get her there. Nothing was going stop me. Nothing.
Having a bourbon as I type and watching Olympus Has Fallen at theater level sound. All is well. I don't feel older. I don't feel tardy.
I also had the 56 for my first car. When I think about it I still have to laugh about because the title to it read "assembled from junk"!!!!!Beautiful little 55' Crown Victoria. When I had my 56 I was a UK student and it had to be Blue and White. Fun car.
After I was married and had a couple of kids I bought this 56' Chevy to play around with. I bought it for $250 in 1975. One day I was getting my haircut and a barber in another chair was talking to a customer about mister so and his having to give up his drivers license due to age. The barber said what will he do with his 56 Chevy? My ears perked up and I asked who the old man was and where did he live. After my haircut I went to his house and he met me at the door. We talked and in the conversation he said he wanted to get rid of the Chevy. He had no family and was alone and going to a nursing home.. I told him it was a nice car and he said give me $250 and you can have it. I came back the next day and drove it home. He had bought it new and had all of the license plates and service records in the trunk. I still have the plates and one of them the 400th anniversary of Florida is worth more than I paid for the car.
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Hello D league peoples
Mammoth cave tomorrow for a birthday party.
Need to mow the yard....yuck.
It's hot.
I would like to consume adult beverages this weekend.
Also thank you to the men and women who sacrificed to make this weekend possible.
Bad memories of me, two buddies, and a Mexican bordello.Ugh, we've got these ugly looking condom things growing in our front flower garden.
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When I was 16 or 17 I put a crankshaft in my 1951 Chevy in our driveway with Dad's tools. I got the crankshaft at the junkyard.
Bad memories of me, two buddies, and a Mexican bordello.
Well, everyone has gone to Bell Buckle, Tn. Left me with puppy duty. 10 days old. Chillin. FCC.
I have ate more than my weight in these . Still eat them and drink the RCThey gonna catch the RC Cola and Moon Pie Festival?
They gonna catch the RC Cola and Moon Pie Festival?
@Bert Higginbotha I'd say you have some history there.
Dude, you've got a heluva record going here! If you have Netflix there is a show on the 4K content section called Slow Time. It's a train ride from Bergen to Oslo. I'm about 3 hours into a 7hour 14minute ride. The camera is in the front windshield and the view of the Norwegian countryside is awesome. I'm not watching all the way through, but it makes for good background viewing while surfing the interweb.
Happy belated birthday @ymmot31.
Have a whole box of the double stack ones in my office over head bin.I have ate more than my weight in these . Still eat them and drink the RC
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I have ate more than my weight in these . Still eat them and drink the RC
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Every day for 20 years, I always tell the truth, examine all evidence and say show me yours. Ask to compromise my opinion.Ever have a job that just develops into a constant of having to defend every action you take? Like nothing you do is up to their standards? They always have something negative about how and what you did? Kinda where I'm at.
Every day for 20 years, I always tell the truth, examinely all evidence and say show me yours. Ask to compromise my opinion.
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Easy . . . no problem . . . evidence. Actually, a reflection of the "Peter Principle" and associated micro-management justifications. Where a stupidvisor thinks supervising is focusing on the bottom line and has lost understanding of the collaborative synergy required to achieve innovation and has no-vision. Some burdens do seem to be human constants.