I missed the staff meeting but the minutes show Gunner
wrote back on Wed, 08 Dec 2004 09:18:20 GMT in
rec.crafts.metalworking :
On Wed, 08 Dec 2004 06:55:37 GMT, pyotr filipivich
wrote:
I missed the staff meeting but the minutes show Gunner
wrote back on Wed, 08 Dec 2004 00:01:43 GMT in
rec.crafts.metalworking :
On Tue, 07 Dec 2004 23:21:15 GMT, pyotr filipivich
wrote:
I missed the staff meeting but the minutes show "Tim Williams"
wrote back on Tue, 7 Dec 2004 14:57:32 -0600 in
rec.crafts.metalworking :
"Gunner" wrote in message
om...
Which reminds me..a 2 liter bottle, a heavy weight and some calcium
carbide is said to work well for impromptu "rolling your own fishing
lures"
I think those are illegal everywhere but Missisippi.....
I think you guys are the ones who give "that sort" a bad name :-D
tschus
pyotr
Us? Big old harmless fuzzy bunny lovable fuzzballs? Us?
Yeah, you. What my brother called the "middle class hippies." Instead
of a VW Microbus or converted school bus, they've got a International
Pickup with a Big Camper on the back. (Now a days, you see 'em with fifth
wheel trailers. Kids these days ...
Hummm different class of folks. My group is more normally seen with a
beard, maybe a ponytail, cowboy boots, big buckle , rifle rack in the
back window of a beater pickup truck, maybe a little green/yellow/red
decal in the back window, often some sort of pro 2nd bumpersticker and
a generally live and let live attitude for most things except
politics. We live on the wrong side of the tracks from the guys with
the big camper trailers and Never, ever wear Birkenstocks or drink
"coffee" from Starbucks, though there may be a KrispyKreme wrapper or
two on the cluttered floorboards.
Sounds like Uncle Lee.
Yeah, the "redneck hippie" - not so much "Peace and Love" as "Peace and
Quiet and leave me the Fsck alone!" Salt of the G-d damn earth! All we want
is to be left alone to enjoy our wives, raise our kids, and tinker with
whatever it is we have in the garage. If once in a while we get a little
"tired and emotional" (As the brits report it), well, a man's entitled now
and then.
Nah...the resemblance to those people your mother warned you about is
strictly coincidental.
Not hardly. My Mother didn't know about such as you, she went to the
Good School.
Now my Dad, he knew you guys in other incarnations. (His buddy Cliff
almost got tossed from Preacher School after he punched out a fellow
student.) You'd no doubt like him.
Sounds like my sort of fella.
Yeah. Had a "colorful" history, (Black market, bootlegger, card sharp,
taught my grand mother not to play craps because "While she's been playing
with two dice, I've been .. " blows on the fist holding dice " playing with
three.") didn't do too well as a "standard parish preacher" but did well in
the logging and mining camps, ranches and other places where you got
religion came after the preacher whupped your ass. Or at least you decided
to not hassle the preacher.
Wound up a millwright, a "worker priest" even if he was Protestant.
When he talked about "There, but for the grace of God..." everybody knew
that he knew what the hell he was talking about.
--
pyotr filipivich.
as an explaination for the decline in the US's tech edge, James
Niccol wrote "It used to be that the USA was pretty good at
producing stuff teenaged boys could lose a finger or two playing with."
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