From a 'Documentary Film Producer', slightly paraphrased:

While traveling through northern Arizona with a full camera crew we
stopped for petrol and refreshments at a town deemed a "Mormon Town".
While getting back into our van my wallet containing $1200 [need cash for
trips] fell from my pocket; the loss going unnoticed until much further
down the road. Upon discovering the loss, we turned back to the logical
location where I could have lost my wallet. We searched and searched, but
found nothing anywhere. So went inside and inquired if anybody had turned
in a wallet. Someone had! Upon confirming my name, the gentleman [who had
actually also found the wallet] returned it to me. Upon checking the
contents, I found the whole of the funds completely intact. I offered a
reward to the man who replied, "No, but thank you. I could not possibly
accept any reward for it would lessen my reward from Jesus Christ." [words
to that effect.]

Just thought you'd like to hear something GOOD for a change.

On 11/4/2013 11:33 AM, RobertMacy wrote:
From a 'Documentary Film Producer', slightly paraphrased:

While traveling through northern Arizona with a full camera crew we
stopped for petrol and refreshments at a town deemed a "Mormon Town".
While getting back into our van my wallet containing $1200 [need cash
for trips] fell from my pocket; the loss going unnoticed until much
further down the road. Upon discovering the loss, we turned back to the
logical location where I could have lost my wallet. We searched and
searched, but found nothing anywhere. So went inside and inquired if
anybody had turned in a wallet. Someone had! Upon confirming my name,
the gentleman [who had actually also found the wallet] returned it to
me. Upon checking the contents, I found the whole of the funds
completely intact. I offered a reward to the man who replied, "No, but
thank you. I could not possibly accept any reward for it would lessen my
reward from Jesus Christ." [words to that effect.]

Just thought you'd like to hear something GOOD for a change.

Thank you. Best I've heard in a long time.


--
..
Christopher A. Young
Learn about Jesus
www.lds.org
..

"RobertMacy" wrote in message
newsp.w509mrag2cx0wh@ajm
From a 'Documentary Film Producer', slightly paraphrased:

While traveling through northern Arizona with a full
camera crew we stopped for petrol and refreshments at a
town deemed a "Mormon Town". While getting back into our
van my wallet containing $1200 [need cash for trips] fell
from my pocket; the loss going unnoticed until much
further down the road. Upon discovering the loss, we
turned back to the logical location where I could have
lost my wallet. We searched and searched, but found
nothing anywhere. So went inside and inquired if anybody
had turned in a wallet. Someone had! Upon confirming my
name, the gentleman [who had actually also found the
wallet] returned it to me. Upon checking the contents, I
found the whole of the funds completely intact. I offered
a reward to the man who replied, "No, but thank you. I
could not possibly accept any reward for it would lessen
my reward from Jesus Christ." [words to that effect.]
Just thought you'd like to hear something GOOD for a
change.

Nice of you to post it but I still prefer these words from "The Rubiyat of
Omar Khayyam": "Ah, take the cash and let the credit go..." . I'm not big
on distant drums either

--

dadiOH
____________________________

Winters getting colder? Tired of the rat race?
Taxes out of hand? Maybe just ready for a change?
Check it out... http://www.floridaloghouse.net

On 11/04/2013 08:33 AM, RobertMacy wrote:
[snip]

And what does this have to do with home repair? Nothing.

Jon

"Jon Danniken" wrote in
message
On 11/04/2013 08:33 AM, RobertMacy wrote:
[snip]

And what does this have to do with home repair? Nothing.


Just a wild guess but I suspect that is why it has "OT" in the subject line.

--

dadiOH
____________________________

Winters getting colder? Tired of the rat race?
Taxes out of hand? Maybe just ready for a change?
Check it out... http://www.floridaloghouse.net

On 11/4/2013 3:52 PM, Jon Danniken wrote:
On 11/04/2013 08:33 AM, RobertMacy wrote:
[snip]

And what does this have to do with home repair? Nothing.

Jon

Yes, it sure is off topic. It really
needs to be labelled OT.

--
..
Christopher A. Young
Learn about Jesus
www.lds.org
..

On 11/4/2013 3:35 PM, Stormin Mormon wrote:
On 11/4/2013 3:52 PM, Jon Danniken wrote:
On 11/04/2013 08:33 AM, RobertMacy wrote:
[snip]

And what does this have to do with home repair? Nothing.

Jon

Yes, it sure is off topic. It really
needs to be labelled OT.

You are talking about someone who can't grasp the concept of bottom
posting. Someone who follows a religion that promises each good
participant their own personal planet after death. Well, not the women,
they are one step above a cow. It is doubtful they won't get the
concept of OT.

Steve

Jon Danniken wrote:
On 11/04/2013 08:33 AM, RobertMacy wrote:
[snip]

And what does this have to do with home repair? Nothing.

Jon


You may need that misplaced money to buy home repair stuff?

--
Bill
In Hamptonburgh, NY
In the original Orange County. Est. 1683
To email, remove the double zeros after @

On Tue, 05 Nov 2013 10:28:20 -0700, willshak wrote:

Jon Danniken wrote:
On 11/04/2013 08:33 AM, RobertMacy wrote:
[snip]
And what does this have to do with home repair? Nothing.
Jon


You may need that misplaced money to buy home repair stuff?


LOL! Ms. Macy said the EXACT same thing! not 'may' need, but WILL need.

Jon Danniken wrote in news:l591e6$rlg$1
@speranza.aioe.org:

On 11/04/2013 08:33 AM, RobertMacy wrote:
[snip]

And what does this have to do with home repair? Nothing.

Jon


This has nothing to do with home repair either.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Mary_Carey_2009.jpg

On 11/6/2013 5:03 PM, Red Green wrote:
Jon Danniken wrote in news:l591e6$rlg$1
@speranza.aioe.org:

On 11/04/2013 08:33 AM, RobertMacy wrote:
[snip]

And what does this have to do with home repair? Nothing.

Jon


This has nothing to do with home repair either.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Mary_Carey_2009.jpg


Those look like real boobs but is her hair really blond? ^_^

TDD

On 11/8/2013 10:11 AM, The Daring Dufas wrote:
On 11/6/2013 5:03 PM, Red Green wrote:
This has nothing to do with home repair either.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Mary_Carey_2009.jpg


Those look like real boobs but is her hair really blond? ^_^

TDD

Oh, man.Now I have to spend half hour on this:
http://www.touchjesussongs.net/image...ormetop-lg.jpg


--
..
Christopher A. Young
Learn about Jesus
www.lds.org
..

Stormin Mormon wrote in news:Hu8fu.270386
:

http://www.touchjesussongs.net/image...ormetop-lg.jpg

She looks ****ed that His hand is empty.

On Fri, 08 Nov 2013 09:41:13 -0700, Stormin Mormon
wrote:

...snip....
http://www.touchjesussongs.net/image...ormetop-lg.jpg



Click: picture downloads, ...until mid way, about hands, then blanks and
starts over!
Download: starts gets to somewhere, and ERROR, must manually start over!
Not once, not twice, but many, many times, either way.

UNTIL I 'replied' to complain and then the picture finished all the way
through.
Hmmmm. Go figure.

On 11/8/2013 10:41 AM, Stormin Mormon wrote:
On 11/8/2013 10:11 AM, The Daring Dufas wrote:
On 11/6/2013 5:03 PM, Red Green wrote:
This has nothing to do with home repair either.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Mary_Carey_2009.jpg


Those look like real boobs but is her hair really blond? ^_^

TDD

Oh, man.Now I have to spend half hour on this:
http://www.touchjesussongs.net/image...ormetop-lg.jpg



Pictures like that of Jesus really crack me up because there is no way
he looked like that. He was a short chubby curly black haired Jewish guy
with a big nose and a dark tan. This nonsense of Jesus being a light
skinned tall Northern European fellow with straight hair and blue eyes
must stop. o_O

TDD

The Daring Dufas wrote in news:l5iv0g
:

On 11/6/2013 5:03 PM, Red Green wrote:
Jon Danniken wrote in news:l591e6$rlg$1
@speranza.aioe.org:

On 11/04/2013 08:33 AM, RobertMacy wrote:
[snip]

And what does this have to do with home repair? Nothing.

Jon


This has nothing to do with home repair either.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Mary_Carey_2009.jpg


Those look like real boobs but is her hair really blond? ^_^

TDD

Had to go back and look. Yea you're right. She has hair, nose and all that.
Never looked that high.

On Fri, 8 Nov 2013 23:07:50 +0000 (UTC), Red Green
wrote:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Mary_Carey_2009.jpg


Those look like real boobs but is her hair really blond? ^_^

TDD

Had to go back and look. Yea you're right. She has hair, nose and all that.
Never looked that high.

You da man. Never get sidetracked with facts...
--
"There's nothing like the scent of Cordite in a woman's hair."

On 11/8/2013 6:07 PM, Red Green wrote:
This has nothing to do with home repair either.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Mary_Carey_2009.jpg


Those look like real boobs but is her hair really blond? ^_^

TDD

Had to go back and look. Yea you're right. She has hair, nose and all that.
Never looked that high.

At the part, right over her right eye.
Looks like dark roots. How could you
miss that? Did you see on he left boob
where there is a little tattoo "inflate
to 32 PSI" ?

--
..
Christopher A. Young
Learn about Jesus
www.lds.org
..

On Monday, November 4, 2013 8:33:53 AM UTC-8, Robert Macy wrote:
From a 'Documentary Film Producer', slightly paraphrased:



While traveling through northern Arizona with a full camera crew we

stopped for petrol and refreshments at a town deemed a "Mormon Town".

While getting back into our van my wallet containing $1200 [need cash for

trips] fell from my pocket; the loss going unnoticed until much further

down the road. Upon discovering the loss, we turned back to the logical

location where I could have lost my wallet. We searched and searched, but

found nothing anywhere. So went inside and inquired if anybody had turned

in a wallet. Someone had! Upon confirming my name, the gentleman [who had

actually also found the wallet] returned it to me. Upon checking the

contents, I found the whole of the funds completely intact. I offered a

reward to the man who replied, "No, but thank you. I could not possibly

accept any reward for it would lessen my reward from Jesus Christ." [words

to that effect.]



Just thought you'd like to hear something GOOD for a change.

Similar happened to me years ago when traveling through rural Mexico with small son. Left my &*^^%$))^^%$ WALLET somewhere - can't remember where. Went back in fear & trembling -- was told me a young man had found it and taken it home, leaving his address. We went there; he had it; I had to practically twist his arm to accept a small thank you. Whew! Restored my faith in people's decency.

HB

On Mon, 04 Nov 2013 13:54:19 -0700, Higgs Boson
wrote:

...snip...
Similar happened to me years ago when traveling through rural Mexico
with small son. Left my &*^^%$))^^%$ WALLET somewhere - can't remember
where. Went back in fear & trembling -- was told me a young man had
found it and taken it home, leaving his address. We went there; he had
it; I had to practically twist his arm to accept a small thank you.
Whew! Restored my faith in people's decency.

HB

Glad to hear of excellent experience

Historically, I've had my share of 'learned' bad experiences from Hispanic
community. Examples: freshly poured concrete sidewalk in front of home
being defaced by young children ACCOMPANIED by their mothers on a walk!
Mothers saying nothing in spite of me charging out and yelling at them to
stop it. Out about in public, being subjected to attitude towards me,
attitude uncalled for, more like getting a 'pre-emptive' attitude. Or,
enjoying an extremely private area along the beach, when suddenly being
imposed upon by huge group, plopping down within 20 feet, on an empty
beach that goes for over 1000 feet - why next to us? etc etc.

Then, late one night while driving through the bad sections of the dreaded
'east side' I ran out of gas! had to walk to a service station, yes, even
late at night the station was occupied by a roudy crowd that immediately
took umbrage at my presence as I walked in. Almost like What are YOU doing
here? When I told them I ran out of gas at so-and-so intersection, they
became very concerned. The lady station attendant handed me a plastic
gallon can to go fill with gasoline, and told me to bring it back when I'm
done. She never even asked for a deposit on the can, nor payment at that
moment for the contents. She just said come back and when you get more pay
then. One of youths said he was on his way home and had to go by where I
had abandoned my car so he could drop me off, which he did. I 'primed' the
car with the one gallon can the lady had given me [could have completely
left that neighborhood], drove back to the station, gave her back the can
and paid for the gasoline. Where upon I profusely thanked her and went on
home not too much later than expected due to all the help I had received.

That experience completely erased the bad impression of the Hispanic
community I had formed, ...up until that event. Now I realize, if you NEED
help, you'll probably get a shirt off someone's back.

On 11/4/2013 7:59 PM, RobertMacy wrote:

Glad to hear of excellent experience

Historically, I've had my share of 'learned' bad experiences from
Hispanic community. Examples: freshly poured concrete sidewalk in front
of home being defaced by young children ACCOMPANIED by their mothers on
a walk! Mothers saying nothing in spite of me charging out and yelling
at them to stop it. Out about in public, being subjected to attitude
towards me, attitude uncalled for, more like getting a 'pre-emptive'
attitude. Or, enjoying an extremely private area along the beach, when
suddenly being imposed upon by huge group, plopping down within 20 feet,
on an empty beach that goes for over 1000 feet - why next to us? etc etc.

Then, late one night while driving through the bad sections of the
dreaded 'east side' I ran out of gas! had to walk to a service station,
yes, even late at night the station was occupied by a roudy crowd that
immediately took umbrage at my presence as I walked in. Almost like What
are YOU doing here? When I told them I ran out of gas at so-and-so
intersection, they became very concerned. The lady station attendant
handed me a plastic gallon can to go fill with gasoline, and told me to
bring it back when I'm done. She never even asked for a deposit on the
can, nor payment at that moment for the contents. She just said come
back and when you get more pay then. One of youths said he was on his
way home and had to go by where I had abandoned my car so he could drop
me off, which he did. I 'primed' the car with the one gallon can the
lady had given me [could have completely left that neighborhood], drove
back to the station, gave her back the can and paid for the gasoline.
Where upon I profusely thanked her and went on home not too much later
than expected due to all the help I had received.

That experience completely erased the bad impression of the Hispanic
community I had formed, ...up until that event. Now I realize, if you
NEED help, you'll probably get a shirt off someone's back.

Nice to hear of good experiences. I think that
some public figures do try to whip up the racial
discontent. Glad to hear that some people are still
kind to each other.

--
..
Christopher A. Young
Learn about Jesus
www.lds.org
..

"RobertMacy" wrote in message
newsp.w51w1ya82cx0wh@ajm
On Mon, 04 Nov 2013 13:54:19 -0700, Higgs Boson
wrote:

...snip...
Similar happened to me years ago when traveling through
rural Mexico with small son. Left my &*^^%$))^^%$
WALLET somewhere - can't remember where. Went back in
fear & trembling -- was told me a young man had found
it and taken it home, leaving his address. We went
there; he had it; I had to practically twist his arm to
accept a small thank you. Whew! Restored my faith in
people's decency. HB

Glad to hear of excellent experience

Historically, I've had my share of 'learned' bad
experiences from Hispanic community. Examples: freshly
poured concrete sidewalk in front of home being defaced
by young children ACCOMPANIED by their mothers on a walk!
Mothers saying nothing in spite of me charging out and
yelling at them to stop it. Out about in public, being
subjected to attitude towards me, attitude uncalled for,
more like getting a 'pre-emptive' attitude. Or, enjoying
an extremely private area along the beach, when suddenly
being imposed upon by huge group, plopping down within 20
feet, on an empty beach that goes for over 1000 feet -
why next to us? etc etc.
Then, late one night while driving through the bad
sections of the dreaded 'east side' I ran out of gas! had to walk to a
service station, yes, even late at night
the station was occupied by a roudy crowd that
immediately took umbrage at my presence as I walked in.
Almost like What are YOU doing here? When I told them I
ran out of gas at so-and-so intersection, they became
very concerned. The lady station attendant handed me a
plastic gallon can to go fill with gasoline, and told me
to bring it back when I'm done. She never even asked for
a deposit on the can, nor payment at that moment for the
contents. She just said come back and when you get more
pay then. One of youths said he was on his way home and
had to go by where I had abandoned my car so he could
drop me off, which he did. I 'primed' the car with the
one gallon can the lady had given me [could have
completely left that neighborhood], drove back to the
station, gave her back the can and paid for the gasoline.
Where upon I profusely thanked her and went on home not
too much later than expected due to all the help I had
received.
That experience completely erased the bad impression of
the Hispanic community I had formed, ...up until that
event. Now I realize, if you NEED help, you'll probably
get a shirt off someone's back.

Maybe yes, maybe no, depending...Mexico, yes; USA, maybe.

I was driving from Veracruz, Mexico to Florida and stopped in Victoria,
Texas for gas late in the afternoon. After fueling, the car was dead in the
water; fortunately, it was across the street from a repair place and they
determined that the starter was dead.

They were just closing and couldn't fix me til the next AM so I decided to
get a jump start and go on to Houston, figuring I had a shot at finding a
repair place open in the evening there. The plan was to drive around until
I spotted a place then leave the engine running while I checked to see if
they could take care of me.

So I get to Houston, drive around, spot a place, stop to check and
immediately turn off the engine (force of habit is very strong). DAMN! Oh,
well, no big deal, there was a very busy self serve gas station next door so
I'd have no problem getting a push. Remember, I was coming from Mexico
where I had been living; got a problem there and people come flying out of
the woodwork to help.

It turned out that the AUTO REPAIR PARTS place where I had stopped was
just auto repair PARTS, no repair so I started asking people at the gas
station for a push. I might as well have been asking to beat them senseless
with a 2x4. I asked 6-10 people, all looked at me as if I was some sort of
deranged pervert.

I spent the night at a motel, got fixed the next day. Just as well, I was
getting to the age where 40 hours straight driving was a bit much.


--

dadiOH
____________________________

Winters getting colder? Tired of the rat race?
Taxes out of hand? Maybe just ready for a change?
Check it out... http://www.floridaloghouse.net

"dadiOH" wrote:
"RobertMacy" wrote in message
newsp.w51w1ya82cx0wh@ajm
On Mon, 04 Nov 2013 13:54:19 -0700, Higgs Boson
wrote:

...snip...
Similar happened to me years ago when traveling through
rural Mexico with small son. Left my &*^^%$))^^%$
WALLET somewhere - can't remember where. Went back in
fear & trembling -- was told me a young man had found
it and taken it home, leaving his address. We went
there; he had it; I had to practically twist his arm to
accept a small thank you. Whew! Restored my faith in
people's decency. HB

Glad to hear of excellent experience

Historically, I've had my share of 'learned' bad
experiences from Hispanic community. Examples: freshly
poured concrete sidewalk in front of home being defaced
by young children ACCOMPANIED by their mothers on a walk!
Mothers saying nothing in spite of me charging out and
yelling at them to stop it. Out about in public, being
subjected to attitude towards me, attitude uncalled for,
more like getting a 'pre-emptive' attitude. Or, enjoying
an extremely private area along the beach, when suddenly
being imposed upon by huge group, plopping down within 20
feet, on an empty beach that goes for over 1000 feet -
why next to us? etc etc.
Then, late one night while driving through the bad
sections of the dreaded 'east side' I ran out of gas! had to walk to a
service station, yes, even late at night
the station was occupied by a roudy crowd that
immediately took umbrage at my presence as I walked in.
Almost like What are YOU doing here? When I told them I
ran out of gas at so-and-so intersection, they became
very concerned. The lady station attendant handed me a
plastic gallon can to go fill with gasoline, and told me
to bring it back when I'm done. She never even asked for
a deposit on the can, nor payment at that moment for the
contents. She just said come back and when you get more
pay then. One of youths said he was on his way home and
had to go by where I had abandoned my car so he could
drop me off, which he did. I 'primed' the car with the
one gallon can the lady had given me [could have
completely left that neighborhood], drove back to the
station, gave her back the can and paid for the gasoline.
Where upon I profusely thanked her and went on home not
too much later than expected due to all the help I had
received.
That experience completely erased the bad impression of
the Hispanic community I had formed, ...up until that
event. Now I realize, if you NEED help, you'll probably
get a shirt off someone's back.

Maybe yes, maybe no, depending...Mexico, yes; USA, maybe.

I was driving from Veracruz, Mexico to Florida and stopped in Victoria,
Texas for gas late in the afternoon. After fueling, the car was dead in the
water; fortunately, it was across the street from a repair place and they
determined that the starter was dead.

They were just closing and couldn't fix me til the next AM so I decided to
get a jump start and go on to Houston, figuring I had a shot at finding a
repair place open in the evening there. The plan was to drive around until
I spotted a place then leave the engine running while I checked to see if
they could take care of me.

So I get to Houston, drive around, spot a place, stop to check and
immediately turn off the engine (force of habit is very strong). DAMN! Oh,
well, no big deal, there was a very busy self serve gas station next door so
I'd have no problem getting a push. Remember, I was coming from Mexico
where I had been living; got a problem there and people come flying out of
the woodwork to help.

It turned out that the AUTO REPAIR PARTS place where I had stopped was
just auto repair PARTS, no repair so I started asking people at the gas
station for a push. I might as well have been asking to beat them senseless
with a 2x4. I asked 6-10 people, all looked at me as if I was some sort of
deranged pervert.

I spent the night at a motel, got fixed the next day. Just as well, I was
getting to the age where 40 hours straight driving was a bit much.


You said...

"...they determined that the starter was dead."

And...

"...I decided to get a jump start..."

I'm not arguing, but how does a jump start help when the starter is dead?

Do you mean a push start, assuming a manual transmission?

"DerbyDad03" wrote in message

"dadiOH" wrote:
"RobertMacy" wrote in message
newsp.w51w1ya82cx0wh@ajm
On Mon, 04 Nov 2013 13:54:19 -0700, Higgs Boson
wrote:

...snip...
Similar happened to me years ago when traveling
through rural Mexico with small son. Left my
&*^^%$))^^%$ WALLET somewhere - can't remember
where. Went back in fear & trembling -- was told me
a young man had found it and taken it home, leaving
his address. We went there; he had it; I had to
practically twist his arm to accept a small thank
you. Whew! Restored my faith in people's decency.
HB

Glad to hear of excellent experience

Historically, I've had my share of 'learned' bad
experiences from Hispanic community. Examples: freshly
poured concrete sidewalk in front of home being
defaced
by young children ACCOMPANIED by their mothers on a
walk!
Mothers saying nothing in spite of me charging out and
yelling at them to stop it. Out about in public, being
subjected to attitude towards me, attitude uncalled
for,
more like getting a 'pre-emptive' attitude. Or,
enjoying
an extremely private area along the beach, when
suddenly
being imposed upon by huge group, plopping down
within 20
feet, on an empty beach that goes for over 1000 feet -
why next to us? etc etc.
Then, late one night while driving through the bad
sections of the dreaded 'east side' I ran out of gas!
had to walk to a service station, yes, even late at
night
the station was occupied by a roudy crowd that
immediately took umbrage at my presence as I walked
in.
Almost like What are YOU doing here? When I told them
I
ran out of gas at so-and-so intersection, they became
very concerned. The lady station attendant handed me a
plastic gallon can to go fill with gasoline, and told
me
to bring it back when I'm done. She never even asked
for
a deposit on the can, nor payment at that moment for
the
contents. She just said come back and when you get
more
pay then. One of youths said he was on his way home
and
had to go by where I had abandoned my car so he could
drop me off, which he did. I 'primed' the car with the
one gallon can the lady had given me [could have
completely left that neighborhood], drove back to the
station, gave her back the can and paid for the
gasoline.
Where upon I profusely thanked her and went on home
not
too much later than expected due to all the help I had
received.
That experience completely erased the bad impression
of
the Hispanic community I had formed, ...up until that
event. Now I realize, if you NEED help, you'll
probably
get a shirt off someone's back.

Maybe yes, maybe no, depending...Mexico, yes; USA,
maybe.

I was driving from Veracruz, Mexico to Florida and
stopped in Victoria, Texas for gas late in the
afternoon. After fueling, the car was dead in the
water; fortunately, it was across the street from a
repair place and they determined that the starter was
dead.

They were just closing and couldn't fix me til the next
AM so I decided to get a jump start and go on to
Houston, figuring I had a shot at finding a repair
place open in the evening there. The plan was to drive
around until I spotted a place then leave the engine
running while I checked to see if they could take care
of me.

So I get to Houston, drive around, spot a place, stop
to check and immediately turn off the engine (force of
habit is very strong). DAMN! Oh, well, no big deal,
there was a very busy self serve gas station next door
so I'd have no problem getting a push. Remember, I was
coming from Mexico where I had been living; got a
problem there and people come flying out of the
woodwork to help.

It turned out that the AUTO REPAIR PARTS place
where I had stopped was just auto repair PARTS, no
repair so I started asking people at the gas station
for a push. I might as well have been asking to beat
them senseless with a 2x4. I asked 6-10 people, all
looked at me as if I was some sort of deranged pervert.

I spent the night at a motel, got fixed the next day.
Just as well, I was getting to the age where 40 hours
straight driving was a bit much.


You said...

"...they determined that the starter was dead."

And...

"...I decided to get a jump start..."

I'm not arguing, but how does a jump start help when the
starter is dead?

Do you mean a push start, assuming a manual transmission?

Yeah, push. Kinda jumped when I let the clutch out though

--

dadiOH
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On Mon, 04 Nov 2013 17:59:48 -0700, RobertMacy
wrote:


That experience completely erased the bad impression of the Hispanic
community I had formed, ...up until that event. Now I realize, if you NEED
help, you'll probably get a shirt off someone's back.

+1

.... I grew up in the segregated South. A descendant of slave owners. I
became completely different from that culture.

I only see green.

Oren wrote:
On Mon, 04 Nov 2013 17:59:48 -0700, RobertMacy
wrote:

That experience completely erased the bad impression of the Hispanic
community I had formed, ...up until that event. Now I realize, if you NEED
help, you'll probably get a shirt off someone's back.

+1

... I grew up in the segregated South. A descendant of slave owners. I
became completely different from that culture.

I only see green.

In 1956 I was living in NY and serving in the Navy. The first time I saw
segregation was when taking the ferry across Hampton Roads to Norfolk.
There was a bathroom labeled Colored.
Never saw that in NY.


--
Bill
In Hamptonburgh, NY
In the original Orange County. Est. 1683
To email, remove the double zeros after @

On 11/5/2013 1:24 PM, Oren wrote:
On Mon, 04 Nov 2013 17:59:48 -0700, RobertMacy
wrote:


That experience completely erased the bad impression of the
Hispanic community I had formed, ...up until that event. Now I
realize, if you NEED help, you'll probably get a shirt off
someone's back.

+1

... I grew up in the segregated South. A descendant of slave owners.
I became completely different from that culture.

I only see green.


I also grew up in the segregated South but my Southern ancestors were
abolitionists. Most people don't know that only 5% of White people in
the South owned slaves, heck, there were free Blacks who owned slaves
some of whom were White but no kid will ever hear that in a history
class inside a government school. Half my relatives are Yankees and the
South freaks them out. Like many non-Southerners, they think there's a
Black man hanging from every other tree and Confederate battle flags
flying from every flagpole and as bumper stickers on the only vehicle
Southerners drive which is a pickup truck with the bed of the truck full
of drunken Rednecks shouting "Yee Haw!" often dressed in white robes on
their way to a cross burning. Of course every White family has Black
servants with a cook named Aunt Jemima. You can't forget the cotton
plantations everywhere with Black folks doing the back breaking work of
picking cotton by hand. We Southerners try to keep Yankees believing the
Hollywood stereotype to keep them away because when they
come down South and see how beautiful the country is and how wonderful
the people actually are, the Yankees won't go home! ^_^

TDD

On 11/5/13 7:46 PM, The Daring Dufas wrote:

I also grew up in the segregated South but my Southern ancestors were
abolitionists. Most people don't know that only 5% of White people in
the South owned slaves, heck, there were free Blacks who owned slaves
some of whom were White but no kid will ever hear that in a history
class inside a government school. Half my relatives are Yankees and the
South freaks them out. Like many non-Southerners, they think there's a
Black man hanging from every other tree and Confederate battle flags
flying from every flagpole and as bumper stickers on the only vehicle
Southerners drive which is a pickup truck with the bed of the truck full
of drunken Rednecks shouting "Yee Haw!" often dressed in white robes on
their way to a cross burning. Of course every White family has Black
servants with a cook named Aunt Jemima. You can't forget the cotton
plantations everywhere with Black folks doing the back breaking work of
picking cotton by hand. We Southerners try to keep Yankees believing the
Hollywood stereotype to keep them away because when they
come down South and see how beautiful the country is and how wonderful
the people actually are, the Yankees won't go home! ^_^

TDD

It's a wonder ya'll don't die from boredom due to lack of seasons.
I understand it when southerners play bumper cars when it snows. What
doesn't make sense is when it people here in Nebraska do it. We have
winter here almost every year.

On 11/5/2013 8:46 PM, The Daring Dufas wrote:

I also grew up in the segregated South but my Southern ancestors were
abolitionists. Most people don't know that only 5% of White people in
the South owned slaves, heck, there were free Blacks who owned slaves
some of whom were White but no kid will ever hear that in a history
class inside a government school. Half my relatives are Yankees and the
South freaks them out. Like many non-Southerners, they think there's a
Black man hanging from every other tree and Confederate battle flags
flying from every flagpole and as bumper stickers on the only vehicle
Southerners drive which is a pickup truck with the bed of the truck full
of drunken Rednecks shouting "Yee Haw!" often dressed in white robes on
their way to a cross burning. Of course every White family has Black
servants with a cook named Aunt Jemima. You can't forget the cotton
plantations everywhere with Black folks doing the back breaking work of
picking cotton by hand. We Southerners try to keep Yankees believing the
Hollywood stereotype to keep them away because when they
come down South and see how beautiful the country is and how wonderful
the people actually are, the Yankees won't go home! ^_^

TDD

What scares us more, is all the drunk, gun toting rednecks.
Us northern people are scared silly of guns. They could go
off at any instant, and kill us all. Even if we're standing
on the far side of some where, we're all going to die.

--
..
Christopher A. Young
Learn about Jesus
www.lds.org
..

On Tue, 05 Nov 2013 19:46:52 -0600, The Daring Dufas
wrote:

I also grew up in the segregated South but my Southern ancestors were
abolitionists. Most people don't know that only 5% of White people in
the South owned slaves, heck, there were free Blacks who owned slaves
some of whom were White but no kid will ever hear that in a history
class inside a government school. Half my relatives are Yankees and the
South freaks them out. Like many non-Southerners, they think there's a
Black man hanging from every other tree and Confederate battle flags
flying from every flagpole and as bumper stickers on the only vehicle
Southerners drive which is a pickup truck with the bed of the truck full
of drunken Rednecks shouting "Yee Haw!" often dressed in white robes on
their way to a cross burning. Of course every White family has Black
servants with a cook named Aunt Jemima. You can't forget the cotton
plantations everywhere with Black folks doing the back breaking work of
picking cotton by hand. We Southerners try to keep Yankees believing the
Hollywood stereotype to keep them away because when they
come down South and see how beautiful the country is and how wonderful
the people actually are, the Yankees won't go home! ^_^

TDD

Roger that!

On 11/4/2013 2:54 PM, Higgs Boson wrote:
On Monday, November 4, 2013 8:33:53 AM UTC-8, Robert Macy wrote:
From a 'Documentary Film Producer', slightly paraphrased:



While traveling through northern Arizona with a full camera crew
we

stopped for petrol and refreshments at a town deemed a "Mormon
Town".

While getting back into our van my wallet containing $1200 [need
cash for

trips] fell from my pocket; the loss going unnoticed until much
further

down the road. Upon discovering the loss, we turned back to the
logical

location where I could have lost my wallet. We searched and
searched, but

found nothing anywhere. So went inside and inquired if anybody had
turned

in a wallet. Someone had! Upon confirming my name, the gentleman
[who had

actually also found the wallet] returned it to me. Upon checking
the

contents, I found the whole of the funds completely intact. I
offered a

reward to the man who replied, "No, but thank you. I could not
possibly

accept any reward for it would lessen my reward from Jesus Christ."
[words

to that effect.]



Just thought you'd like to hear something GOOD for a change.

Similar happened to me years ago when traveling through rural Mexico
with small son. Left my &*^^%$))^^%$ WALLET somewhere - can't
remember where. Went back in fear & trembling -- was told me a young
man had found it and taken it home, leaving his address. We went
there; he had it; I had to practically twist his arm to accept a
small thank you. Whew! Restored my faith in people's decency.

HB


The attitude of folks living in rural America is quite different from
that of people living in urban areas. If you had lost your wallet in
Washington D.C. or New York City, the money and credit cards would have
been removed then the wallet tossed into the nearest trash can. If the
wallet had been found by a congressman, you would have gotten the wallet
back with taxes taken out of the money. ^_^

TDD

On 11/4/2013 11:36 PM, The Daring Dufas wrote:

The attitude of folks living in rural America is quite different from
that of people living in urban areas. If you had lost your wallet in
Washington D.C. or New York City, the money and credit cards would have
been removed then the wallet tossed into the nearest trash can. If the
wallet had been found by a congressman, you would have gotten the wallet
back with taxes taken out of the money. ^_^

TDD
In DC, they would probably mail the wallet back (no
charge, franking) minus the cash and CC, and a tax
levy bill included.

Wallet returned in NYC? Fugeddabouddit.

--
..
Christopher A. Young
Learn about Jesus
www.lds.org
..

On 11/5/2013 6:12 AM, Stormin Mormon wrote:
On 11/4/2013 11:36 PM, The Daring Dufas wrote:

The attitude of folks living in rural America is quite different from
that of people living in urban areas. If you had lost your wallet in
Washington D.C. or New York City, the money and credit cards would have
been removed then the wallet tossed into the nearest trash can. If the
wallet had been found by a congressman, you would have gotten the wallet
back with taxes taken out of the money. ^_^

TDD
In DC, they would probably mail the wallet back (no
charge, franking) minus the cash and CC, and a tax
levy bill included.

Wallet returned in NYC? Fugeddabouddit.


Around Birmingham, it really depends on the area and the individual. I
found a new Motorola cellphone and belt clip in a trashcan where I was
doing some work where me and JH were moving some equipment to a the new
location of a women's clothing store. I got home with the phone and had
a charger that would fit so I charged it up, found it was working then
discovered a phone book entry labeled "Mom". I called the number, got
voice mail, left my name and number explaining that I had found the
phone. I later got a call from a young woman who had lost the phone in
the clothing store. I met her at a service station nearby and returned
it to her. Someone asked me why I returned the phone and my answer was,
"It wasn't mine." Simple huh? ^_^

TDD

On 11/5/2013 9:34 AM, The Daring Dufas wrote:

Around Birmingham, it really depends on the area and the individual. I
found a new Motorola cellphone and belt clip in a trashcan where I was
doing some work where me and JH were moving some equipment to a the new
location of a women's clothing store. I got home with the phone and had
a charger that would fit so I charged it up, found it was working then
discovered a phone book entry labeled "Mom". I called the number, got
voice mail, left my name and number explaining that I had found the
phone. I later got a call from a young woman who had lost the phone in
the clothing store. I met her at a service station nearby and returned
it to her. Someone asked me why I returned the phone and my answer was,
"It wasn't mine." Simple huh? ^_^

TDD

"thought you might want it back...."

One time when I was working at a factory, a woman
lost her eye glasses. She put out the word, and
we searched the trash barrels, dumpsters, etc. The
factory found four or five pair of Rx eye glasses,
none hers. Not sure if she ever got them back.

--
..
Christopher A. Young
Learn about Jesus
www.lds.org
..

The Daring Dufas wrote:
On 11/5/2013 6:12 AM, Stormin Mormon wrote:
On 11/4/2013 11:36 PM, The Daring Dufas wrote:

The attitude of folks living in rural America is quite different
from that of people living in urban areas. If you had lost your
wallet in Washington D.C. or New York City, the money and credit
cards would have been removed then the wallet tossed into the
nearest trash can. If the wallet had been found by a congressman,
you would have gotten the wallet back with taxes taken out of the
money. ^_^ TDD
In DC, they would probably mail the wallet back (no
charge, franking) minus the cash and CC, and a tax
levy bill included.

Wallet returned in NYC? Fugeddabouddit.


Around Birmingham, it really depends on the area and the individual.

Actually, everywhere, it depends only on the individual. An honest caring person
will make an effort to return it wherever they live. So it depends on who finds
it, and whether there is sufficient info within to find the owner.

On Tue, 05 Nov 2013 08:34:45 -0600, The Daring Dufas
wrote:

discovered a phone book entry labeled "Mom". I called the number, got
voice mail, left my name and number explaining that I had found the
phone.

I can't exactly recall now, but things I have read is to use ECN
(emergency contact number) ?

It had something to do with paramedics, etc.

You can put several numbers under 'ECN'. They can reach your family on
your cell phone.

The Daring Dufas wrote:
On 11/5/2013 6:12 AM, Stormin Mormon wrote:
On 11/4/2013 11:36 PM, The Daring Dufas wrote:

The attitude of folks living in rural America is quite different from
that of people living in urban areas. If you had lost your wallet in
Washington D.C. or New York City, the money and credit cards would have
been removed then the wallet tossed into the nearest trash can. If the
wallet had been found by a congressman, you would have gotten the wallet
back with taxes taken out of the money. ^_^

TDD
In DC, they would probably mail the wallet back (no
charge, franking) minus the cash and CC, and a tax
levy bill included.

Wallet returned in NYC? Fugeddabouddit.


Around Birmingham, it really depends on the area and the individual. I
found a new Motorola cellphone and belt clip in a trashcan where I was
doing some work where me and JH were moving some equipment to a the new
location of a women's clothing store. I got home with the phone and had a
charger that would fit so I charged it up, found it was working then
discovered a phone book entry labeled "Mom". I called the number, got
voice mail, left my name and number explaining that I had found the
phone. I later got a call from a young woman who had lost the phone in
the clothing store. I met her at a service station nearby and returned it
to her. Someone asked me why I returned the phone and my answer was,
"It wasn't mine." Simple huh? ^_^

TDD

2 cell phone incidents, one from each side - I found one, my daughter lost
hers. Both were returned to the rightful owner.

The Phone I Found...

I was walking along a wooded trail in a park near my home and found a cell
phone. A quick scan of the contacts showed an area code from a different
state. I found a contact for "Big Sister", called that number and left a
message that I had found the phone and gave them my cell phone number. A
few minutes later my phone rang and it was the mom of the girl who owned
the phone. (I guess they chose to have an adult call me instead of one of
the daughters) It turned out that the out-of-state family was visiting
friends in my town and had been walking the same trail earlier that
morning. They said they were close by, so I told them I would wait. A few
minutes later the Dad showed up. I handed him the phone, he handed me a
bottle of wine and a handshake later we both went our separate ways.

The Phone My Daughter Lost...

My daughter goes to college in a different town. Last winter she called to
tell me that she lost her iPhone and asked if I could track it for her. I
logged into Find My iPhone (FMiP) and located the phone on the corner of a
road near her dorm. It was a snowy, wintery day, so she needed a few
minutes to get dressed and get down there. By the time she got to the
corner I could see that the phone was "on the move". She tried to follow
the directions I gave her, but it was moving too fast. We assume it was in
a car. I used the FMiP app to lock the phone and put a message on the
screen to call my cell number if the phone was found. The next day FMiP
located the phone sitting still near a house a few miles from the school.
The campus police said they couldn't help because it was off-campus, the
local police said they couldn't just go knocking on doors demanding the
cell phone back. Later that day the iPhone went off-line and we lost track
of it.

Two months later, on the same day that my daughter went back to school
after the holidays, I got a call from a number with the area code where my
daughter goes to college. At first I thought her current phone must be dead
and she was calling from a friend's phone to tell me she was back at
school. However, when I answered, it was a girl who said her Mom had found
the iPhone about a week ago in a snow bank in the parking lot where she
worked. They let it dry out, charged it up and saw my number on the screen.
I told her I would have my daughter call her, they met up (my daughter
brought a male friend just to be safe) and my daughter got her iPhone back.
It worked fine, even though it had been outside for at least a portion of
the two month period since she lost it.

It must be good karma. My daughter's iPhone was lost before I
found/returned the other phone and returned to her afterwards. My good deed
was rewarded.

On Mon, 04 Nov 2013 22:36:42 -0600, The Daring Dufas
wrote:

The attitude of folks living in rural America is quite different from
that of people living in urban areas. If you had lost your wallet in
Washington D.C. or New York City, the money and credit cards would have
been removed then the wallet tossed into the nearest trash can. If the
wallet had been found by a congressman, you would have gotten the wallet
back with taxes taken out of the money. ^_^

TDD

You reminded me about the FBI's ABSCAM Sting. Congress Critter took
$25,000 (marked money). Drove around and started spending it.

He said to the FBI: 'I was doing my own investigation and needed gas'
or something like that

When he was cleaning prison toilets at Club Fed he learned some stuff.

On 11/4/2013 9:33 AM, RobertMacy wrote:
From a 'Documentary Film Producer', slightly paraphrased:

While traveling through northern Arizona with a full camera crew we
stopped for petrol and refreshments at a town deemed a "Mormon Town".
While getting back into our van my wallet containing $1200 [need cash
for trips] fell from my pocket; the loss going unnoticed until much
further down the road. Upon discovering the loss, we turned back to the
logical location where I could have lost my wallet. We searched and
searched, but found nothing anywhere. So went inside and inquired if
anybody had turned in a wallet. Someone had! Upon confirming my name,
the gentleman [who had actually also found the wallet] returned it to
me. Upon checking the contents, I found the whole of the funds
completely intact. I offered a reward to the man who replied, "No, but
thank you. I could not possibly accept any reward for it would lessen my
reward from Jesus Christ." [words to that effect.]

Just thought you'd like to hear something GOOD for a change.

RTFM. One's reward comes from believing that Jesus is the son of God,
that he was a real man, that he came to Earth, and that he died on the
cross to take away our sins so that we might have eternal life. Those
who accept this, and his teachings will reap the rewards. No amount of
good deeds can get you into heaven. (This is one of the major different
points between Mormonism and Christianity, where Mormons believe that
their good deeds and temple rituals get them their own planet in the
heavenly universe.) And no modified doctrines or "new" prophecies will
create new rules and/or change the Word of God. Galatians 1:6-9, Rev.
22:18-19. It is interesting that almost the last word of the Bible is a
warning against adding to the Bible or changing it. Many strong
warnings are given against people who want to be false teachers, or just
followers who are easily lead. James 3:1. The Bible is full of
warnings of the coming churches, many passages aimed directly at the LDS
faith. In Titus 1:5-9, the requirements for a deacon are spelled out.
It describes a fully grown married man with children. In the LDS faith,
boys are made deacons automatically at age 12.

But the Mormons say, " The bible is true as far as it is correctly
interpreted." That statement converts to strike out anything that
contradicts Mormonism. Well, if you strike chapter and verse that are
directly copied from the Bible to Book of Mormon, you'd have a skeleton
left. And if the Bible is not true, and the Book of Mormon is based on
the bible, then it, too is not true. You can't have it both ways.

So far, no trace of the ancient Mormon civilization they created in the
New World has been found. Not one inscription. Not one potshard. The
Smithsonian has stated that on paper. And their numbers were described
"as many as the grains of sand on the beach." This is a direct
plagiarism from a Bible verse. Recent DNA studies of 3500 North and
South American Indian tribes shows that only .05% of all the current
Indian tribes in North and South America came from the Middle east, the
area where the founders Laman and Lemuel came from. Most came from the
areas of Siberia and Mongolia. The Mormons had been claiming all
Indians as descendents of the Mormons, until the Indians took exception,
and took them to task legally. They were also baptizing victims of the
Holocaust, and the Jewish faith took that to task. Essentially, it
amounted to changing the faith of a Jew to a Mormon by the baptism of a
young proxy temple worker at a LDS temple behind locked doors. But,
hey, until you're caught, it's okay, right?

Put it this way: A decent honest person would have returned the wallet
just because it was the right thing to do. No rewards expected.
Christian, Hindu, Mormon, Taoist, or Shintu. Right is right, and we
don't get any points for doing what is right. Especially if someone
finds out about it. Anonymous good deeds are the only pure ones.

Deborah Laake - Secret Ceremonies ........ a book of a Mormon woman. An
interesting read, but sometimes it takes three months to get one at a
local library, as Mormons check out the book for a year at a time, and
pay the fine to keep it out of public circulation.

Steve
ex-Mormon
www.exmormon.org Hear it from people who BTDT

And whatever you believe, investigate it thoroughly.

"SteveB" wrote in message


And whatever you believe, investigate it thoroughly.

That's an excellent admonition. No offense intended but one of the things
that people might want to check is how the bible came to be (if it pertains
to you). The origin of the book of Mormon could stand some scrutiny too.

--

dadiOH
____________________________

Winters getting colder? Tired of the rat race?
Taxes out of hand? Maybe just ready for a change?
Check it out... http://www.floridaloghouse.net