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Monster Attack on Frog!!! Ok, it's just a stuffed frog but I snapped this as the little critter (miniature schnazuer) dove at the toy I had thrown. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Damn. I told them to leave my boat in the boat house but noooo....they gotta' parade it around and show off. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

I wrote "Have a Twisted Cooter Shit Birthday" and he replied, "That is a good drink". Lol. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Done. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

How would you like to see this coming up on ya' in your rear view mirror? TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Uhh, I have revised my thoughts concerning this... TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

I've kinda' been wondering that, too. Other questions I have are - How hard is it to launch/land? What about physical health? Are there restrictions on places to fly? Cost is a concern, also. Can one be used as transportation for short flight times? Say, maybe 60 miles? TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Lol...I once had a washing machine that went bad. I bought a new machine and took the old machine, placed it in the box that the new one came in and placed it on the side of the road and waited. It didn't take long. An old Pinto cruised by real slow, circled the block twice and about an hour later, just after dark, they showed back up with three guys in it. They first tried to put it in the trunk but when it didn't fit, they tied it to the top of that little car, all the while trying to be quiet and not attract attention. I watched from my front porch, along with a bunch of friends that I called, while they loaded and tied this boat anchor to the top of that little car and chuckled for hours as I thought of the suprise that they got when they plugged it in and found water pouring all over the floor. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Fair Winds and Following Seas, Marine. Semper Fi. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

That's an adorable "best friend". Is he as smart as he looks? TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Geez...don't let AggieDave see that. He'll want one. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

I absolutely agree with that. I even have some stuff that they did that was never released including the two songs that I mentioned. They were found in a closet at the family home a number of years ago on a reel to reel tape. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Allman Brothers. "Whipping Post" and "In Memory of Elizabeth Reed" are two of the greatest songs I've ever heard. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

I acquired a registered solid white Miniature Schnauzer about a year ago when he was 8 weeks old. I called him different names until he responded to one. It stuck so I guess he named himself. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

I can't believe no one mentioned the Allman Brothers Band. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

I agree with you...a support system would be great to have. However, if there is no support system for an individual I can see where it would be difficult. I had a good friend while growing up. She had four children by the age of 26. Her husband abandoned her. At the age of 27 she gave them all up, had no support system and had been disowned by her family and most of her friends. Everyone thought she was heartless. She would rarely talk about the situation with anyone but me. At the age of 28 she died a horrible death from cancer. Her body was eaten by this cancer (it has a name but I can't spell it) and I could finally reveal to her parents the reason why she had given her kids to an adoption agency. It wasn't for the money nor for personal freedom. It was so her children could have a chance to grow up in a stable home with people who could love them and give them a decent home. It turns out that she held this secret inside and she wasn't the monster that everyone thought she was. My only thought was - what a courageous, strong and loving person she had been. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Well, I haven't worked a Friday in 6.5 years. Damn... 2.5 years for me. Lol...I haven't worked since my last tour in Nam...in '68. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Been there - done that...way too many times. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

The doc's at the VA have me on 600 mg.s of Gemfibrozil twice a day and it's working wonders with my triglyceride level. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Lol...now THAT was funny..and I'm old enough to know who A and C were. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Deep Purple was popular in the seventies, I think. My memory is kinda' hazy due to lack of O2 back then, lol. The Everly Brothers were from the 50's and early 60's so you may not have heard them. If not, head to youtube and look them up. I can't recall ever hearing a more tightly knit harmony from any vocals - ever. Of course, that's just my opinion. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Geez, youngster...I smoked my first...ummm to an Everly Brothers tune - "Let It Be Me" and never forgot it. (I wonder if you know who they are?) TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

See attachment... TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Yep, it's just outside Louisville, Ky. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

I was browsing and found this. It sorta' reminded me of AggieDave so I thought I'd post it for him. What Are Policemen Made Of? By Paul Harvey Don't credit me with the mongrel prose: it has many parents-at least 420,000 of them: Policemen. A Policeman is a composite of what all men are, mingling of a saint and sinner, dust and deity. Gulled statistics wave the fan over the stinkers, underscore instances of dishonesty and brutality because they are "new". What they really mean is that they are exceptional, unusual, not commonplace. Buried under the frost is the fact: Less than one-half of one percent of policemen misfit the uniform. That's a better average than you'd find among clergy! What is a policeman made of? He, of all men, is once the most needed and the most unwanted. He's a strangely nameless creature who is "sir" to his face and "fuzz" to his back He must be such a diplomat that he can settle differences between individuals so that each will think he won. But...If the policeman is neat, he's conceited; if he's careless, he's a bum. If he's pleasant, he's flirting;if not, he's a grouch. He must make an instant decision which can require months for a Judge, Lawyer and Jury to make. But...If he hurries, he's careless; if he's deliberate, he's lazy. He must be first to an accident and infallible with his diagnosis. He must be able to start breathing, stop bleeding, tie splints and, above all, be sure the victim goes home without a limp. Or expect to be sued. The police officer must know every gun, draw on the run, and hit where it doesn't hurt.He must be able to whip two men twice his size and half his age without damaging his uniform and without being "brutal". If you hit him, he's a coward. If he hits you, he's a bully. A policeman must know everything-and not tell. He must know where all the sin is and not partake. A policeman must, from a single strand of hair, be able to describe the crime, the weapon and the criminal- and tell you where the criminal is hiding. But...If he catches the criminal, he's lucky; if he doesn't, he's a dunce. If he gets promoted, he has political pull; if he doesn't, he's a dullard. The policeman must chase a bum lead to a dead-end, stake out ten nights to tag one witness who saw it happen-but refused to remember. The policeman must be a minister, a social worker, a diplomat, a tough guy and a gentleman. And, of course, he'd have to be genius....For he will have to feed a family on a policeman's salary. "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."