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Hey D-League. Busy day, but just checking in. Pushing to get a lot done before the end of the week so I can go to my vacation with a clear conscience.

I was part of an interview with a great American this morning -- Ken Potts. He's 100-years-old and one of two of the people still alive who were on the USS Arizona when it was bombed in Pearl Harbor. This is for a piece we're running on the 80th anniversary.

Mr. Potts is still pretty sharp, and remembers the attack with clarity. He was just lucky to have a battle station from which he could jump overboard and easily swim to a launch that made excursions to the dock. But his friends were all killed - entombed never to be seen again.

We've been interviewing lots of people from that generation for the story, including a Japanese-American in Hawaii that day who joined up immediately to fight for the US despite his family being interred by teh government, and a Tuskegee Airman who fought despite some ugly racism. What a generation - and all still so proud to have fought for America.
 
Hey D-League. Busy day, but just checking in. Pushing to get a lot done before the end of the week so I can go to my vacation with a clear conscience.

I was part of an interview with a great American this morning -- Ken Potts. He's 100-years-old and one of two of the people still alive who were on the USS Arizona when it was bombed in Pearl Harbor. This is for a piece we're running on the 80th anniversary.

Mr. Potts is still pretty sharp, and remembers the attack with clarity. He was just lucky to have a battle station from which he could jump overboard and easily swim to a launch that made excursions to the dock. But his friends were all killed - entombed never to be seen again.

We've been interviewing lots of people from that generation for the story, including a Japanese-American in Hawaii that day who joined up immediately to fight for the US despite his family being interred by teh government, and a Tuskegee Airman who fought despite some ugly racism. What a generation - and all still so proud to have fought for America.

I spend a lot of time watching interviews of WW2 vets on youtube. Some of them are excellent. Most of them are honest and humble. Some of them just did what they were asked to do. Others were genuine heroes. Few braggarts. Battles, especially in the Pacific, were horrific. As any battle would be when one is in the line of fire. These folks won;t be around much longer.
 
My Dad worked carpentry while I was growing up in Detroit. I know hungry intimately. Used to actually yearn for the winter food stamps Dad would get after the snow started falling heavy. Remember mornings I'd scrape the soup bean pot out of the fridge for a couple bites before I went to school. Don't remember any lunch program. Usually came home and tried finding food again somewhere. It got harsh there for a few years before I got my own job. I ate then...(My parents were good to me, it is just how it was.)(Rough in those Detroit slums...)(God has blessed me so abundantly since then, I look on those days with love, not anything bad. I am thankful for what I had.)

My dad was a coal miner when coal mining was subsistence living. He was out of work quite regularly. Yet I can't remember a time when food was an issue. My dad absolutely refused to accept the free food commodities that were available in the 50s. Of course we ate a LOT of beans and taters. The key I think was my mom's ability to stretch a penny. We lived simply, had no car and never bought anything on credit. I know NOW that we were poor but didn't know it at the time since everybody we knew were in that same boat. Poor but not dirt poor.
 
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My dad was a coal miner when coal mining was subsistence living. He had not work quite regularly. Yet I can't remember a time when food was an issue. My dad absolutely refused to accept the free food commodities that were available in the 50s. Of course we ate a LOT of beans and taters. The key I think was my mom's ability to stretch a penny. We lived simply, had no car and never bought anything on credit. I know NOW that we were poor but didn't know it at the time since everybody we knew were in that same boat. Poor but not dirt poor.
My experience is similar to your experience starchief.

My folks were not rich, but we always owned our land, no or little debt and we ate like kings and never got one dime of assistance from the government; that was not thinkable by my father. After the crops were laid by the Higginbotham brothers would build a house in the winter and sell it or do carpentry work for other that were building a house.

If we wanted to eat something, we would plant it or raise it. We had our own milk cows (high fat, Jerseys and Guernseys) which we pasteurized our own milk and sold it to the old folks that liked real milk and cream. We grew our own beef cows (dad loved the milk cows too much to eat them), our own hogs, about 100 chickens, we had a 3 acre garden for beans, taters, tomatoes, carrots, peppers, turnips, sweet potatoes, spices, onions, squash, peas, radishes, greens of all sorts and anything that would grow in Southern Kentucky (which is a lot). We had smoke houses et.al. to process the meat. We raised sweet corn on a couple extra acres and froze a years supply. Mom canned beans, beets, and just about anything you can image. On top of that we gave away more food than we ate.

We had three fourths of an acre tobacco base and we also would lease some additional base from folks that did not want the bother of growing it. My dad would also go around on his tractor in the spring and plow and disk other folks victory gardens free gratis.

Dad and mom taught me and my sister how to work and how to enjoy the products of your work. They were wonderful souls.
 
@Bert Higginbotha you got me to thinking about that Rueben. Let's do that again next time I drop down. I've got a meat slicer now and a great recipe for a tangy Russian dressing. I've tried the one at Arby's about 10 times but it's not the same as homemade.
bertfan, If you want dressing you'll have to bring your own that's for sure. Bert doesn't like to give it out...he'll keep it in the fridge for you, just won't let you use it on a salad.
 
My experience is similar to your experience starchief.

My folks were not rich, but we always owned our land, no or little debt and we ate like kings and never got one dime of assistance from the government; that was not thinkable by my father. After the crops were laid by the Higginbotham brothers would build a house in the winter and sell it or do carpentry work for other that were building a house.

If we wanted to eat something, we would plant it or raise it. We had our own milk cows (high fat, Jerseys and Guernseys) which we pasteurized our own milk and sold it to the old folks that liked real milk and cream. We grew our own beef cows (dad loved the milk cows too much to eat them), our own hogs, about 100 chickens, we had a 3 acre garden for beans, taters, tomatoes, carrots, peppers, turnips, sweet potatoes, spices, onions, squash, peas, radishes, greens of all sorts and anything that would grow in Southern Kentucky (which is a lot). We had smoke houses et.al. to process the meat. We raised sweet corn on a couple extra acres and froze a years supply. Mom canned beans, beets, and just about anything you can image. On top of that we gave away more food than we ate.

We had three fourths of an acre tobacco base and we also would lease some additional base from folks that did not want the bother of growing it. My dad would also go around on his tractor in the spring and plow and disk other folks victory gardens free gratis.

Dad and mom taught me and my sister how to work and how to enjoy the products of your work. They were wonderful souls.

I regret having to say that, at the time, I did not appreciate what my parents did to raise their kids. I finally got to thinking about it way into adulthood and said, "How did they even do that?"

My dad made hardly any money and was out of work lots of times. Probably had a 4th grade education (but wasn't dumb). I don't believe he drew unemployment when he was out of work (I may be wrong). We didn't have a farm or raise any animals. Didn't get the commodities. No safety net at all back then. Yet we owned our own home and never missed a meal. Didn't have many clothes because we only changed clothes once a week. TS. As I said, I still don't know how they pulled that off. Took a bagged lunch (no cafeteria) and walked to school. One pair of shoes per year and went barefoot in the summer. This always comes across as old men's exaggeration but it's true. And yet I still never felt deprived at the time. There were lots of people worse off than me.
 
I regret having to say that, at the time, I did not appreciate what my parents did to raise their kids. I finally got to thinking about it way into adulthood and said, "How did they even do that?"

My dad made hardly any money and was out of work lots of times. Probably had a 4th grade education (but wasn't dumb). I don't believe he drew unemployment when he was out of work (I may be wrong). We didn't have a farm or raise any animals. Didn't get the commodities. No safety net at all back then. Yet we owned our own home and never missed a meal. Didn't have many clothes because we only changed clothes once a week. TS. As I said, I still don't know how they pulled that off. Took a bagged lunch (no cafeteria) and walked to school. One pair of shoes per year and went barefoot in the summer. This always comes across as old men's exaggeration but it's true. And yet I still never felt deprived at the time. There were lots of people worse off than me.
The answer is GOOD PARENTS.

I did not know that we were poor, because we were not poor i.e.; we had or made everything we needed. Self sufficient. But we were poor money wise. That really did not matter.

I look back at my parents the same way as you: how did they do it.

What good folks they were. Their biggest worry was me getting religion and making it to heaven. That was their goal.
 
Round 5 and I may have lost this bout. I'm tuckered, even with taking time out to argue with turdblossoms on WL that actually agree with me and don't know it. Lol. Don't know which is more exhausting.

Guess they've got nothing to talk about in RR. Worst part about football season is the basketball crowd negging/complaining on the football boards. Can they please start playing basketball again?!

Team is 4-0 and 2-0 and you'd think they hadn't won a game yet this year... where is the appreciation?

Anyway, see y'all in a couple days, if I live to tell about it.
 
My experience is similar to your experience starchief.

My folks were not rich, but we always owned our land, no or little debt and we ate like kings and never got one dime of assistance from the government; that was not thinkable by my father. After the crops were laid by the Higginbotham brothers would build a house in the winter and sell it or do carpentry work for other that were building a house.

If we wanted to eat something, we would plant it or raise it. We had our own milk cows (high fat, Jerseys and Guernseys) which we pasteurized our own milk and sold it to the old folks that liked real milk and cream. We grew our own beef cows (dad loved the milk cows too much to eat them), our own hogs, about 100 chickens, we had a 3 acre garden for beans, taters, tomatoes, carrots, peppers, turnips, sweet potatoes, spices, onions, squash, peas, radishes, greens of all sorts and anything that would grow in Southern Kentucky (which is a lot). We had smoke houses et.al. to process the meat. We raised sweet corn on a couple extra acres and froze a years supply. Mom canned beans, beets, and just about anything you can image. On top of that we gave away more food than we ate.

We had three fourths of an acre tobacco base and we also would lease some additional base from folks that did not want the bother of growing it. My dad would also go around on his tractor in the spring and plow and disk other folks victory gardens free gratis.

Dad and mom taught me and my sister how to work and how to enjoy the products of your work. They were wonderful souls.
That’s my upbringing almost exactly. We were poor, but ate like kings. Had every meat we wanted, because we grew and slaughtered it. And I lived most of my life that way, the last few years being the exception. When my dad became unable to farm a few years ago, I quit the slaughtering and meat curing. I miss the hog jaw bacon the most. Still raise our own vegetables, just not as much now. Doing all the farming on my own leaves little time for anything else. Plus, I’m 61 now and don’t have the get up and go I used to.
 
I regret having to say that, at the time, I did not appreciate what my parents did to raise their kids. I finally got to thinking about it way into adulthood and said, "How did they even do that?"

My dad made hardly any money and was out of work lots of times. Probably had a 4th grade education (but wasn't dumb). I don't believe he drew unemployment when he was out of work (I may be wrong). We didn't have a farm or raise any animals. Didn't get the commodities. No safety net at all back then. Yet we owned our own home and never missed a meal. Didn't have many clothes because we only changed clothes once a week. TS. As I said, I still don't know how they pulled that off. Took a bagged lunch (no cafeteria) and walked to school. One pair of shoes per year and went barefoot in the summer. This always comes across as old men's exaggeration but it's true. And yet I still never felt deprived at the time. There were lots of people worse off than me.

Yes Sir,
I love my parents and they did the best they could. It was a different time. Dad worked when there was work, he was even voted to be a Union Steward in a Detroit factory and would have made it but I think things in that area and what came with the responsibility just overwhelmed him. I know he could sign his name but that was about the extent of his education though he was not stupid. He made it well all considering. Mom and Dad are long gone now but his eldest son is a retired Corporate Jet Pilot, his daughter did well in her area, and, I can go out to eat when I want. I am thankful. Mom and Dad did well in my book. That I know of, I never disrespected my parents and there were times I could have... God has been good and generous to me, more so than I ever deserved...

An American Dream is still that your kids turn out better than you did. I hope it works out that way...
 
Hey guys. Just got back from 9 days in New England. Great trip. On the football front, I am so proud of my oldest grandson. He was selected student athlete of the week by the local television station. MaxPreps has him as 2nd in tackles in the state and 11th nationally. He also carries a 4.0 gpa and is captain of the team. And as good a football player as he is, he is a better kid. 6’3” 200lb senior linebacker.
 
That’s my upbringing almost exactly. We were poor, but ate like kings. Had every meat we wanted, because we grew and slaughtered it. And I lived most of my life that way, the last few years being the exception. When my dad became unable to farm a few years ago, I quit the slaughtering and meat curing. I miss the hog jaw bacon the most. Still raise our own vegetables, just not as much now. Doing all the farming on my own leaves little time for anything else. Plus, I’m 61 now and don’t have the get up and go I used to.
Yeah, my get up and go, got up and went.
 
Hey D-League. Busy day, but just checking in. Pushing to get a lot done before the end of the week so I can go to my vacation with a clear conscience.

I was part of an interview with a great American this morning -- Ken Potts. He's 100-years-old and one of two of the people still alive who were on the USS Arizona when it was bombed in Pearl Harbor. This is for a piece we're running on the 80th anniversary.

Mr. Potts is still pretty sharp, and remembers the attack with clarity. He was just lucky to have a battle station from which he could jump overboard and easily swim to a launch that made excursions to the dock. But his friends were all killed - entombed never to be seen again.

We've been interviewing lots of people from that generation for the story, including a Japanese-American in Hawaii that day who joined up immediately to fight for the US despite his family being interred by teh government, and a Tuskegee Airman who fought despite some ugly racism. What a generation - and all still so proud to have fought for America.
The last time we were at Pearl and at the Arizona memorial, everyone was silent as divers took the remains of a cremated sailor and placed them inside the Arizona. Seems that many of them wanted to be buried with their shipmates. It was a pretty solemn ceremony .
 
Hey guys. Just got back from 9 days in New England. Great trip. On the football front, I am so proud of my oldest grandson. He was selected student athlete of the week by the local television station. MaxPreps has him as 2nd in tackles in the state and 11th nationally. He also carries a 4.0 gpa and is captain of the team. And as good a football player as he is, he is a better kid. 6’3” 200lb senior linebacker.
Speaking of high school football, Johnson Central's coach passed away today.


 
" was a little to tall, could've used a few pounds... tight pants, points, hardly reknown... "

Lyrics pop into my head sometimes. Now this song probably won't leave my head unless I'm talking with a client or praying the rest of the day. That song will lead to remembering other songs, and some poor suckers will hear me singing them without realizing it later in the day.

Wonder why music from the last 10 years and then some never does that?
Saw Seger in high school back in the 70's. Night Moves tour. Came out for 3 encores. Most likely staged. Enjoyed it though.
 
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I know everyone on here likes good eating, so I'm going to recommend a great ham to try (if you haven't already). I used to love Superior Tavern hams until I discovered this:

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Does anyone remember the Penn Ham's out of Campbellsville? I used to work with Orkin years ago and I methyl bromided that place every couple months for some sort of beetle or mite (The pest name/ type escapes me now.) that frequently infested the hams. I did a lot of intricate pest treatments at the time but I forgot most of what I knew. I always liked their ham. (They took good care of me back then.)
 
OK. You can run over me with that one as well. Badass Train!
Heard those six football players who got into trouble at a party earlier this year are now back practicing with the team. Great news.
We need them. The pussy boys who called the law on the football team should endure whatever the kids decide is bad enough. Get a clue Karen! We're trying to do something here and the people who are going to do it for us aren't the sharpest knives in the block. Make exceptions.
I have never went seven days......I can do two maybe three.......I am 6'4" 210.........I don't have a lot to lose......The Director who is over weight tells me I am not eating right..............I spent 50 yrs living on schedules, making schedules, keeping schedules and catching hell for missed schedules...............I refuse to to anything on any kind of schedule.........including meals......I do get up at 4:30 AM three days a week to make coffee..........but that only last till January when the Director retires and then .........I am schedule free.....
I've got a schedule. After I wake up for the third or fourth time, I give up and actually stand on two feet.
The Director grew up on a farm.......never knew what being really hungry feels like..........she gets cranky as hell when she gets hungry.........my (sic) father was and carpenter who was great at all phases of the ga.me.......when he was sober........he worked non union.......I know what it feels like to be hungry.......I can deal with it....
I was never hungry for my entire life unless I decided stupidly to not eat what my mother had cooked. I knew what it was like to be hungry after I moved out because all my money went to weed and alcohol. Now I know what it's like to be hungry because I don't eat until after 6 or 7.

If you're hungry in America and it's not your decision, you're doing it wrong.
First song I learned when I picked up the 5-string banjo........Earl's Beverly Hillbillies theme song.........the Director and my daughter hate that song now...

Met Earl Scruggs at Opryland the first year it opened. We got my sister to go over and ask if he was Earl. He replied " yes I are". We all laughed about it for years because Jimmy Carter hadn't happened yet and things were not totally effed. As far as we knew.

Good morning, D-League!

Sorry this is so late this morning. Another long day and no time to internet until a few minutes ago. Can't begin to tell you how hyped I am for the game this week. Wanted to get tickets, but they moved the game up to 6pm! Wth is that?!

We like the night games better. Hopefully it cools down quick before kickoff. Disappointed we won't be there for the upset of the Gators, but at least a packed house WILL enjoy it. (38-21 victory for the Cats, but don't share this with or tell anyone)

May see the Scintillating 6 return to action this week! In spite of all of the nipple-twisting and back-biting from the negative fans, the outcome I expected given the facts is mostly confirmed. Dck move by the PO to move this forward and attempt to smear these young men, as well as cost them valuable minutes toward furthering their playing careers.

"In other news," as my friend would say, the Babylon Bee is rocking some major hilarity on their site. Do a search for "fbi" stories on their page. The headlines alone are funny.

The next conservative president we (may never) have needs to either bar some (Democrat propaganda) papers and sites from press conferences, or start allowing tabloids and minor (actual) news websites EQUAL access. Either way it eliminates the plethora of DNC ask kissers, and may lead to the reporting of news rather than the selective reporting of whatever they can make up. (Journalism is almost dead).

Cool temps here. Lots of work outside this morning. Cutting trees and trimming limbs, digging a 4-14ft trench 36 inches deep (you know you're jealous), and cutting 2ft tall grass with a push mower (just kidding, it's 9-12 inches high and hopefully the big mower starts).

Then it's off to paint and prime and paint some more at one of our properties... NO Ocean's Eleven lifestyle for me (but I'm helping pay congress to live it, so there's that), and I've few regrets (none to do with not being a thief) living this life. Going to watch Florida vs Bama again this evening and see what tendencies and tells I can get from the broadcast.

Have a GREAT DAY that our Lord has MADE! Rejoice and be glad in it, even in the midst of our pain and trials, for the reward is great and His mercy overflowing to those who love Him!
Damn Dude! That was a hell of a post! I don't know if you noticed or not, but there appeared to be several subliminal messages embedded.
" was a little to tall, could've used a few pounds... tight pants, points, hardly reknown... "
Do you remember Garret Morris and the skit on SNL? Hilarious!
That would be a great costume to wear to the Florida game. Foam boat overalls with a stuffed gator hanging from a hoist... Wish I had the time or energy for such frivolities
If you would have posted that on twitter, tik tok, myspacebook, or something like that sort of thing. People would be dressed as boats with gators hanging all over the place. Maybe next year we'll make it happen.
I did drink some of the 46.

It is 58.6°F here and sunny. We are supposed to get to 85° today.

My good friend Jessie lost his daughter yesterday. She was 36 years old with a young boy. Things are going to be challenging this week for that family.
I hate to hear that Jessie is suffering that loss Bert. Please tell him that I feel for him. Hope to see him again next time I come down.
 
Good stuff. Kroger stocks it. Perfectly sliced too.

Kroger used to have a REALLLY really good turkey ham. I know it sounds gross and wrong, but an ex of mine used it to make a few things, since I had given up pork. It didn't taste exactly like pork ham, which was probably why I liked it. I got so tired of eating it as a kid/teenager, that I just couldn't choke it down anymore.

Then she makes this sandwich for me and I was hooked on that turkey ham... until it disappeared from Kroger. Couldn't have been very healthy with all of the salt there was in it, but it was tasty as an accent in meals. Nothing tastes the same as real pork, though.
 
A very early good morning D-League. I’m up early to go run on a team for work in what’s called “The Capitol Challenge.” It’s a 5-K race open to members of Congress, WH staff, the federal judiciary and anyone with a media affiliation. In other words, most anyone in DC.

I’ve been running in this since 1986, and I think this is my final effort. My arthritic knee keeps me near the back of the pack and it is embarrassing, but fun.

Lots of senators, congressmen, Bret Kavanaugh of the Supremes, etc., show up.

Here’s hoping I get through it without too much driving hassle - it’s way across DC.
 
Good morning D

Well waking up to a nice day waiting for the sun to rise. And it will rise. Currently the temperature is 62° and we should reach a high of 83°. It will be another dry day and the humidity will remain a manageable %. Probably a nice day for the beach or doing a little fishing.

The is count down to Gator Week. Living where I do this is the one I circle as "I want to win". Gator fans look at us as a warm up for the rest of their schedule and do not give us a second thought. When you only beat a team every 2 or 3 generations that happens. Time to turn that around Saturday. Just do it. I trust all have a good day.

The radio man says the government is threatening to shut down. I say shut 'er down boys. A country boy can survive. I miss the fourth grade. We had fun during our gun training class.

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