Does my 8 gauge reach that high?
Do you really have an 8 guage? I think I may still have an old shell or two.
Does my 8 gauge reach that high?
MD, thanks for the photo. The view is over Newport looking NW over the Licking River to Covington and then across the Ohio. The dominating structure in the lower center is the Newport Rolling Mill. It's demolished ex the building closest to & running parallel to the north-south street. Used as offices now.A buddy of mine in central New York state just sent me a photo of water in his basement from the flooding in the northeast. Floods are always a miserable thing to deal with.
The worst I lived through was in 1964 in Northern Kentucky. We were still living in a trailer and my father was smart and lucky enough to haul us to high ground, but the town was inundated up to the first floor of most houses. I remember when school commenced we all had to stand in line on three straight Fridays and get shots to ward off Typhoid Fever and Cholera...
Of course, that was nothing compared to 1937...We eventually lived in one of the biggest houses in Silver Grove, Ky., on the high end of town. Even so, our entire house was submerged to the roof, according to the old couple who lived across the way and were there in those days...
Here's a contemporary account. Note the entry for January 25..
No. But I once shot one and vowed never to do that again.Do you really have an 8 guage? I think I may still have an old shell or two.
In 1964, my father was still pipelining during the summer, frequently a couple states away, so it was convenient -- if crowded -- for him, mom and us kids to live in a trailer he could haul to job sites, then park in a trailer park in Silver Grove from the fall through the spring. We lived a few months at a time in several different states before the family stabilized in a house in 1968.MD, thanks for the photo. The view is over Newport looking NW over the Licking River to Covington and then across the Ohio. The dominating structure in the lower center is the Newport Rolling Mill. It's demolished ex the building closest to & running parallel to the north-south street. Used as offices now.
Interesting to me is that the photo includes both my mother's and my birth locations. She was born at home in Newport a half block east of the mill building running 90 degrees to the Licking & the rest of the plant. She wasn't living there in 1937.
I was born in Covington at old Booth Hospital. It's the relatively large structure - small vs. the mill - at the NE tip of Covington, a block west of the Licking and three blocks from the Ohio. I tell people there are few around born further north in KY than me. Building is now high end condos. I've thought I might want to buy one & die in the same building I was born.
I remember well the 1964 flood of 67' depth or 15' over flood stage. I was amazed at all the places the waters backed up into. Largest of my lifetime. Yes, you couldn't get thru Silver Grove. That '37 flood was 28' over flood stage. The next highest ever recorded/noted since Cincy has existed - 1789 - is 19' over flood stage. That's 234 years of history. Makes me think that '37 flood was a once in 10,000 years event & maybe longer.
In 1964, my father was still pipelining during the summer, frequently a couple states away, so it was convenient -- if crowded -- for him, mom and us kids to live in a trailer he could haul to job sites, then park in a trailer park in Silver Grove from the fall through the spring. We lived a few months at a time in several different states before the family stabilized in a house in 1968.
Most late winters or early springs, flood waters would rise and the trailer park would be totally surrounded by backwater from both the Ohio River and a creek running behind the town. Every type of rat, mouse, snake and assorted vermin would be forced up on the little island where we were forced to ride things out. It didn't bother me as a kid to see the rodents and reptiles scurrying all around. But it must have been a nightmare for my mother and other women...
I just finished eating four Campari tomatoes about 5 minutes ago. Just needed a mid afternoon snack. Not on bread, just straight up.Man,
I just had a tomato sandwich on homemade wheat bread. I cannot explain the satisfaction that came with eating this sandwich. Yes Elizabeth, this was wheat flour made from the wheat from their own field. The tomato, I picked off the vine. Just an experience that has no other words than what I just typed. Yes, I am thankful.
No. But I once shot one and vowed never to do that again.
The saving grace is that in only two months college football will start so...Good morning everyone.
Man these 2 games have looked good. I don't want to get too hopeful, but we've had several players with great games. Thiero may look the best of all of them. These guys seem to like to play defense or at least steal the ball and block shots. It will be a long 4 months waiting for the season to start.
I hope everyone has a great day.
Just took a 40-minute walk over lunch hour, and I'm saturated with sweat. You just don't realize how humid it is until about ten minutes out in the midst of it.
I hate sticky humidity, and the places I've lived all my life have been: Along the Ohio river in Kentucky: North of Miami in Florida: the Washington D.C area, where British diplomats were given hardship pay for living in a swamp. Of course, I've gotten to spend six months in Saudi Arabia and four along the Indian Ocean in Mogadishu.
In my next life, I want to be an Eskimo.
The coldest I have ever been in my life was in Viet Nam in a guard tower 50 feet in the air. You had very short walls in the front and sides, but one solid wall behind you to keep your outline from showing against the night sky. It was an unusually cold night and the wind was howling. We had no cold weather gear. I actually got out on a 12" ledge behind the wall for a minute just to get a short respite from the wind.Just took a 40-minute walk over lunch hour, and I'm saturated with sweat. You just don't realize how humid it is until about ten minutes out in the midst of it.
I hate sticky humidity, and the places I've lived all my life have been: Along the Ohio river in Kentucky: North of Miami in Florida: the Washington D.C area, where British diplomats were given hardship pay for living in a swamp. Of course, I've gotten to spend six months in Saudi Arabia and four along the Indian Ocean in Mogadishu.
In my next life, I want to be an Eskimo.
Bernie, thanks for sharing that. In late January 1991 I was sleeping in the open with a mechanized scouting unit with the 4th Cavalry on the Saudi-Iraq border. Rainy, windy and very chilling. People don't realize how cold you can get in places like Vietnam, and in my case Saudi Arabia, when exposed to the elements.The coldest I have ever been in my life was in Viet Nam in a guard tower 50 feet in the air. You had very short walls in the front and sides, but one solid wall behind you to keep your outline from showing against the night sky. It was an unusually cold night and the wind was howling. We had no cold weather gear. I actually got out on a 12" ledge behind the wall for a minute just to get a short respite from the wind.
Like going from Thailand to Tokyo on a flight where it goes from 115°F to 42°. Or going from Calgary, Alberta to Jacksonville, FL in February. The sudden change is horrible.Bernie, thanks for sharing that. I
n late January 1991 I was sleeping in the open with a mechanized scouting unit with the 4th Cavalry on the Saudi-Iraq border. Rainy, windy and very chilling. People don't realize how cold you can get in places like Vietnam, and in my case Saudi Arabia, when exposed to the elements.
Like going from Thailand to Tokyo on a flight where it goes from 115°F to 42°. Or going from Calgary, Alberta to Jacksonville, FL in February. The sudden change is horrible.
Ever hear of "The Street Without Joy"? We made regular runs on it to Hue. We had a jeep with a mini gun on it, so we were pretty well armed. The marines had check points on both ends of the pass and you had to be well armed and have time to complete your trip before dark or they wouldn't let you on it. The guy that wrote the book that the street is known by died while on a mission with the marines. I guess he was in the same line of work as you.Bernie, thanks for sharing that. In late January 1991 I was sleeping in the open with a mechanized scouting unit with the 4th Cavalry on the Saudi-Iraq border. Rainy, windy and very chilling. People don't realize how cold you can get in places like Vietnam, and in my case Saudi Arabia, when exposed to the elements.
Oh yeah. Bernard Fall is a well-regarded name among my tribe. I read the book long ago.Ever hear of "The Street Without Joy"? We made regular runs on it to Hue. We had a jeep with a mini gun on it, so we were pretty well armed. The marines had check points on both ends of the pass and you had to be well armed and have time to complete your trip before dark or they wouldn't let you on it. The guy that wrote the book that the street is known by died while on a mission with the marines. I guess he was in the same line of work as you.
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In January 1991 I was also there, and it did get cold at night, but my coldest experience was in Fairbanks/Ft. Wainwright Alaska during one of our field training exercises in the surrounding mountain areas. It was February and the temp at night was -40° below zero with winds gusting up to 80-100° below zero. We spent a week in that training area sleeping in 10-man tents with Yukon stoves (pictured below) as our heating element. Also pictured, a road march around the base of the mountain range.Bernie, thanks for sharing that. In late January 1991 I was sleeping in the open with a mechanized scouting unit with the 4th Cavalry on the Saudi-Iraq border. Rainy, windy and very chilling. People don't realize how cold you can get in places like Vietnam, and in my case Saudi Arabia, when exposed to the elements.
No thanks, I will pass on that weather.In January 1991 I was also there, and it did get cold at night, but my coldest experience was in Fairbanks/Ft. Wainwright Alaska during one of our field training exercises in the surrounding mountain areas. It was February and the temp at night was -40° below zero with winds gusting up to 80-100° below zero. We spent a week in that training area sleeping in 10-man tents with Yukon stoves (pictured below) as our heating element. Also pictured, a road march around the base of the mountain range.
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Reds needs to step it up now. Blanked last 2 games and now dowm 2-0 in the 5thSolid game for the young Cats. Team shot 40 percent from 3 on a bunch of attempts. Very impressed by Shep, Wagner, Mitchell, Edwards and especially Reeves who was on fire -8 threes on 11 attempts I think.
Not overreacting to these games. But it is a fun summer diversion and I think we can clearly say the freshmen are major D-1 caliber players. That’s the only takeaway I was hoping for.