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Go Big Blue!
 
We had a corvair when I was little. Four of us kids and my parents pretty much filled it up.
Ralph Nader killed that car. I knew an attorney in St Pete, Fl named Bob Nunez and he was on the defense team of General Motors as they fought against Nader's Army. He swore by the car and said it was one of the greatest engineering achievements in automotive history. In the late 1970's I bought a 1961 Corvair for $50.00. The car had been owned by a friends MIL and was in great shape other than the body. It was not garaged and the paint had faded to a pale, very pale green. I drove it all over the place, back roads and swampy ground and the thing performed wonderful. Never a problem.

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It is amazing what you can find with one click in this world today. I did a search of Mr. Nunez and found this: He was a great defense attorney and my company used him on all of our serious cases.

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When I was growing up I played football with the boys and we had bottle rocket fights among other not so safe things we played. My mother was a nurse and her philosophy was if nothing was broken we were fine. When I was in second grade, I flipped over my bike handle bars riding “no hands” down a steep hill...slid several feet on the side of my face. She cleaned me up, threw iodine on it and sent me back outside . Another time we were playing at a building site..barefoot cause it was summer..and I stepped on a board with nails in it. Hobbled home; she pulled the nails out and slapped some iodine on it. Next day she brought home a tetanus shot from work
Good times
 
My mother kept a jar of kerosene (she called it coal oil) for such purposes. There were four of us kids, and somebody was always bleeding from something. The spot bleeding would get doused with coal oil. Not sure what it did to stop the bleeding, but it’s a wonder nobody went up in flames.

It's a carcinogen and she was putting it on an open wound, right into the bloodstream.
 
Won a small victory today.

We went out and got our Christmas tree. Fat, handsome Frasier Fir.

My wife had been saying for weeks it was her turn to decide decorations, and she wanted “elegant, simple white lights.” Now no offense to white light fans but me and the kids like lurid, loud, colored lights - piled on thick enough to suit any ten year old.

But I advised them to say nothing. We brought the tree home, the white lights went up, we all said the right things and I went out for a walk with my son.

When we got back the tree was bare again and the white lights were put away.

“I didn’t like it. We need the usual multi-color look,” she says. Ho ho ho.
 
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