On 12/18/2015 12:37 PM, Don Y wrote:
On 12/17/2015 10:02 PM, Muggles wrote:

The "proper" solution, nowadays, would be to dial her pager,
wait for her to receive and read the message, then turn around
to greet me! :

There ya go then. Who'd have thought she'd have a page these days. lol

They have "full text" pagers (nowadays, probably just use SMS on a regular
cell phone -- unless the text pager service is a free one?).

In any case, it would require me to have a device capable of sending
the message! At the very least, a cell phone to call the Relay Service
to get that message to her!

[They've long since moved away so not an issue. But, it was an
interesting exposure to a different set of "needs" based on
particular biological capabilities -- or lack thereof!]



One way I've always thought helped people understand how to relate to
someone who's hearing impaired is to get them to put cotton balls in
their ears and spend a few hours doing their normal activities like
that... chatting with neighbors, talking to the spouse, shopping, even
driving is different when you can't hear all the queues you'd normally
hear. Then after you've done that you'll come up with many different
ways of how you'd compensate for that disability, and also, how you
could better communicate with people who even have just minor hearing
issues.

--
Maggie

On 12/18/2015 1:02 PM, Muggles wrote:
On 12/18/2015 12:37 PM, Don Y wrote:
On 12/17/2015 10:02 PM, Muggles wrote:

The "proper" solution, nowadays, would be to dial her pager,
wait for her to receive and read the message, then turn around
to greet me! :

There ya go then. Who'd have thought she'd have a page these days. lol

They have "full text" pagers (nowadays, probably just use SMS on a regular
cell phone -- unless the text pager service is a free one?).

In any case, it would require me to have a device capable of sending
the message! At the very least, a cell phone to call the Relay Service
to get that message to her!

[They've long since moved away so not an issue. But, it was an
interesting exposure to a different set of "needs" based on
particular biological capabilities -- or lack thereof!]



One way I've always thought helped people understand how to relate to
someone who's hearing impaired is to get them to put cotton balls in
their ears and spend a few hours doing their normal activities like
that... chatting with neighbors, talking to the spouse, shopping, even
driving is different when you can't hear all the queues you'd normally
hear. Then after you've done that you'll come up with many different
ways of how you'd compensate for that disability, and also, how you
could better communicate with people who even have just minor hearing
issues.

I do something similar when trying to explain my technology to others.
Typically, I tell them:
"Tomorrow morning, when the alarm at bedside goes off, BEFORE YOU
DO *ANYTHING* (including silencing the alarm!) imagine how you
would do it (each "thing") if you were blind, para/quadrapalegic,
etc. Don't just toss out a trivialized solution but actually
*imagine* doing exactly what your solution proposes. Does it
*actually* meet the need? Or, do you just THINK it does because
you've not yet tried it?

"Now, again before getting out of bed, imagine the next few things
you would otherwise be doing in succession. Finding your way to
the bathroom to begin your morning toilet, finding suitable
clothing for the day's tasks, breaking your fast, starting on those
tasks (work, etc.).

Most folks who try this with any degree of seriousness/commitment are
quickly overwhelmed. *And*, when I start mentioning all the "little
things" that they've undoubtedly IGNORED in their imagining (how did
you know which shirt to wear with *those* slacks? How did you get
those shoes off the top shelf? etc.), they promptly "give up".

Yet, have to realize that people actually *do* live every day of their
lives like this. It's not "impossible"!

On 12/18/2015 2:19 PM, Don Y wrote:
On 12/18/2015 1:02 PM, Muggles wrote:
On 12/18/2015 12:37 PM, Don Y wrote:
On 12/17/2015 10:02 PM, Muggles wrote:

The "proper" solution, nowadays, would be to dial her pager,
wait for her to receive and read the message, then turn around
to greet me! :

There ya go then. Who'd have thought she'd have a page these days. lol

They have "full text" pagers (nowadays, probably just use SMS on a
regular
cell phone -- unless the text pager service is a free one?).

In any case, it would require me to have a device capable of sending
the message! At the very least, a cell phone to call the Relay Service
to get that message to her!

[They've long since moved away so not an issue. But, it was an
interesting exposure to a different set of "needs" based on
particular biological capabilities -- or lack thereof!]



One way I've always thought helped people understand how to relate to
someone who's hearing impaired is to get them to put cotton balls in
their ears and spend a few hours doing their normal activities like
that... chatting with neighbors, talking to the spouse, shopping, even
driving is different when you can't hear all the queues you'd normally
hear. Then after you've done that you'll come up with many different
ways of how you'd compensate for that disability, and also, how you
could better communicate with people who even have just minor hearing
issues.

I do something similar when trying to explain my technology to others.
Typically, I tell them:
"Tomorrow morning, when the alarm at bedside goes off, BEFORE YOU
DO *ANYTHING* (including silencing the alarm!) imagine how you
would do it (each "thing") if you were blind, para/quadrapalegic,
etc. Don't just toss out a trivialized solution but actually
*imagine* doing exactly what your solution proposes. Does it
*actually* meet the need? Or, do you just THINK it does because
you've not yet tried it?

"Now, again before getting out of bed, imagine the next few things
you would otherwise be doing in succession. Finding your way to
the bathroom to begin your morning toilet, finding suitable
clothing for the day's tasks, breaking your fast, starting on those
tasks (work, etc.).

Most folks who try this with any degree of seriousness/commitment are
quickly overwhelmed. *And*, when I start mentioning all the "little
things" that they've undoubtedly IGNORED in their imagining (how did
you know which shirt to wear with *those* slacks? How did you get
those shoes off the top shelf? etc.), they promptly "give up".

Yet, have to realize that people actually *do* live every day of their
lives like this. It's not "impossible"!


At night when much of the house is dark I'll close my eyes and try to
"get around" and do stuff. I've also trained my dog to "come" to me and
when I grab her collar I can tell her to "take me to the couch", and she
leads me there, or "take me to the bed in the bedroom" and she takes me
there walking around various obstacles. It helps me to memorize the
house in case I have to get out with no light, or in case of some other
disaster like a fire and smoke.

Being able to feel when you're at is a whole different can of worms, for
sure!

--
Maggie

On 12/18/2015 1:29 PM, Muggles wrote:

At night when much of the house is dark I'll close my eyes and try to
"get around" and do stuff. I've also trained my dog to "come" to me and
when I grab her collar I can tell her to "take me to the couch", and she
leads me there, or "take me to the bed in the bedroom" and she takes me
there walking around various obstacles. It helps me to memorize the
house in case I have to get out with no light, or in case of some other
disaster like a fire and smoke.

Part of my obsessive (?) behavior is to keep close track of my
environment. When staying in a hotel, I automatically count the number
of doors between the stairwell/exit and my room. When boarding a plane,
I count the number of rows of seats to the closest exit(s). etc. Each
is a strange environment that I might have to navigate without sight
(power outage, smoke filled rooms from a fire, etc.)

I've arranged all of the light switches in the house in a consistent
pattern so that you know which switch (in a group of 2 or more) will
control which circuits -- no need to play "is it THIS one?".

I keep the sorts of items that you'd "grope for" in a darkened
room in fixed positions -- flashlights, radios, etc. -- so I
don't have to waste time hunting for them.

To a blind/VI person, *memory* takes over where vision would otherwise
rule. E.g., sighted people can use the visible environment as a
"memory device": "Ah, the flashlight is OVER THERE!" When you can't
fall back on this, you have to use real memory or other devices that
*act* as memory.

Being able to feel when you're at is a whole different can of worms, for
sure!

On Saturday, December 19, 2015 at 1:29:06 PM UTC-6, Don Y wrote:
On 12/18/2015 1:29 PM, Muggles wrote:

At night when much of the house is dark I'll close my eyes and try to
"get around" and do stuff. I've also trained my dog to "come" to me and
when I grab her collar I can tell her to "take me to the couch", and she
leads me there, or "take me to the bed in the bedroom" and she takes me
there walking around various obstacles. It helps me to memorize the
house in case I have to get out with no light, or in case of some other
disaster like a fire and smoke.

Part of my obsessive (?) behavior is to keep close track of my
environment. When staying in a hotel, I automatically count the number
of doors between the stairwell/exit and my room. When boarding a plane,
I count the number of rows of seats to the closest exit(s). etc. Each
is a strange environment that I might have to navigate without sight
(power outage, smoke filled rooms from a fire, etc.)

I've arranged all of the light switches in the house in a consistent
pattern so that you know which switch (in a group of 2 or more) will
control which circuits -- no need to play "is it THIS one?".

I keep the sorts of items that you'd "grope for" in a darkened
room in fixed positions -- flashlights, radios, etc. -- so I
don't have to waste time hunting for them.

To a blind/VI person, *memory* takes over where vision would otherwise
rule. E.g., sighted people can use the visible environment as a
"memory device": "Ah, the flashlight is OVER THERE!" When you can't
fall back on this, you have to use real memory or other devices that
*act* as memory.

Being able to feel when you're at is a whole different can of worms, for
sure!


I have a 3 volt coin cell powered LED flashlight that's about 3/4 the size of an Oreo cookie which I often keep on a lanyard around my neck even in bed. If the power fails at night, I have a light around my neck I can use to navigate the obstacle course called home. It's also handy to use when examining something up close. I often use it to examine a circuit board up close looking for cracks and the little light isn't blindingly bright. (€¢€¿€¢)

[8~{} Uncle LED Monster

On 12/19/2015 1:29 PM, Don Y wrote:
On 12/18/2015 1:29 PM, Muggles wrote:

At night when much of the house is dark I'll close my eyes and try to
"get around" and do stuff. I've also trained my dog to "come" to me and
when I grab her collar I can tell her to "take me to the couch", and she
leads me there, or "take me to the bed in the bedroom" and she takes me
there walking around various obstacles. It helps me to memorize the
house in case I have to get out with no light, or in case of some other
disaster like a fire and smoke.

Part of my obsessive (?) behavior is to keep close track of my
environment. When staying in a hotel, I automatically count the number
of doors between the stairwell/exit and my room. When boarding a plane,
I count the number of rows of seats to the closest exit(s). etc. Each
is a strange environment that I might have to navigate without sight
(power outage, smoke filled rooms from a fire, etc.)

I count steps up or down a flight of stairs, and note how many left or
right turns I make when I'm some place unfamiliar.


I've arranged all of the light switches in the house in a consistent
pattern so that you know which switch (in a group of 2 or more) will
control which circuits -- no need to play "is it THIS one?".

I keep the sorts of items that you'd "grope for" in a darkened
room in fixed positions -- flashlights, radios, etc. -- so I
don't have to waste time hunting for them.

I think I pretty much do the same thing with stuff like that, too.

To a blind/VI person, *memory* takes over where vision would otherwise
rule. E.g., sighted people can use the visible environment as a
"memory device": "Ah, the flashlight is OVER THERE!" When you can't
fall back on this, you have to use real memory or other devices that
*act* as memory.

I practice feeling my way around the house, down the hallway, in the
bathroom(s), in the bedroom, and out either the front or back doors. I
also make it a game with our dog and teach her to lead me to various
points in the house, oh, and I've taught her various commands in sign
language, too, just for the fun of it.

Being able to feel when you're at is a whole different can of worms, for
sure!




--
Maggie

On 12/19/2015 02:29 PM, Don Y wrote:

When boarding a plane,
I count the number of rows of seats to the closest exit(s). etc. Each
is a strange environment that I might have to navigate without sight
(power outage, smoke filled rooms from a fire, etc.)


Recent flight I was on had +250lb old fat ladies sitting in the exit row.
In the event of an evacuation, I doubt I could have moved their fat
over-stuffed asses out of the way to open the exit door.

On 12/19/2015 6:19 PM, Gustav wrote:
On 12/19/2015 02:29 PM, Don Y wrote:

When boarding a plane,
I count the number of rows of seats to the closest exit(s). etc. Each
is a strange environment that I might have to navigate without sight
(power outage, smoke filled rooms from a fire, etc.)


Recent flight I was on had +250lb old fat ladies sitting in the exit row.
In the event of an evacuation, I doubt I could have moved their fat
over-stuffed asses out of the way to open the exit door.

I've not flown in YEARS! (yay!!!!!!!!!!!!)

When I used to fly, it seemed like flight attendants made a point of
questioning the folks sitting adjacent to that over-wing exit if
they were comfortable with the responsibilities they would have in
the event it was needed. And, offering to reseat them if they
were reluctant to assume them. I.e., it's not like you can get out
of your seat and let someone ELSE open the exit in that sort of
event! If you can't manage it yourself, you are a liability for
the other passengers on the flight!

[I've looked at the "door" and tried to imagine how easy it would
be to "man handle". I suspect it would be difficult/bulky/heavy
especially with folks potentially eager to get PAST you!]

I learned to avoid that row (as well as the row immediately in front
of it) as the seats don't recline and have the same sorts of
tray-table arrangements on many aircraft. There was a time I was
flying so often that I could recall from memory which row numbers
on which aircraft were problematic (likewise the *last* rows
in many either don't recline at all *or* have incredible engine
noise!)

On Saturday, December 19, 2015 at 5:44:19 PM UTC-6, Muggles wrote:
On 12/19/2015 1:29 PM, Don Y wrote:
On 12/18/2015 1:29 PM, Muggles wrote:

At night when much of the house is dark I'll close my eyes and try to
"get around" and do stuff. I've also trained my dog to "come" to me and
when I grab her collar I can tell her to "take me to the couch", and she
leads me there, or "take me to the bed in the bedroom" and she takes me
there walking around various obstacles. It helps me to memorize the
house in case I have to get out with no light, or in case of some other
disaster like a fire and smoke.

Part of my obsessive (?) behavior is to keep close track of my
environment. When staying in a hotel, I automatically count the number
of doors between the stairwell/exit and my room. When boarding a plane,
I count the number of rows of seats to the closest exit(s). etc. Each
is a strange environment that I might have to navigate without sight
(power outage, smoke filled rooms from a fire, etc.)

I count steps up or down a flight of stairs, and note how many left or
right turns I make when I'm some place unfamiliar.

I've arranged all of the light switches in the house in a consistent
pattern so that you know which switch (in a group of 2 or more) will
control which circuits -- no need to play "is it THIS one?".

I keep the sorts of items that you'd "grope for" in a darkened
room in fixed positions -- flashlights, radios, etc. -- so I
don't have to waste time hunting for them.

I think I pretty much do the same thing with stuff like that, too.

To a blind/VI person, *memory* takes over where vision would otherwise
rule. E.g., sighted people can use the visible environment as a
"memory device": "Ah, the flashlight is OVER THERE!" When you can't
fall back on this, you have to use real memory or other devices that
*act* as memory.

I practice feeling my way around the house, down the hallway, in the
bathroom(s), in the bedroom, and out either the front or back doors. I
also make it a game with our dog and teach her to lead me to various
points in the house, oh, and I've taught her various commands in sign
language, too, just for the fun of it.

Being able to feel when you're at is a whole different can of worms, for
sure!
--
Maggie

I remember now! Whenever I go to a new place, I first find out where all the restrooms are! \(—¦'Œ£'—¦)/

[8~{} Uncle Search Monster

On Sunday, December 20, 2015 at 1:28:56 AM UTC-6, Don Y wrote:
On 12/19/2015 6:19 PM, Gustav wrote:
On 12/19/2015 02:29 PM, Don Y wrote:

When boarding a plane,
I count the number of rows of seats to the closest exit(s). etc. Each
is a strange environment that I might have to navigate without sight
(power outage, smoke filled rooms from a fire, etc.)

Recent flight I was on had +250lb old fat ladies sitting in the exit row.
In the event of an evacuation, I doubt I could have moved their fat
over-stuffed asses out of the way to open the exit door.

I've not flown in YEARS! (yay!!!!!!!!!!!!)

When I used to fly, it seemed like flight attendants made a point of
questioning the folks sitting adjacent to that over-wing exit if
they were comfortable with the responsibilities they would have in
the event it was needed. And, offering to reseat them if they
were reluctant to assume them. I.e., it's not like you can get out
of your seat and let someone ELSE open the exit in that sort of
event! If you can't manage it yourself, you are a liability for
the other passengers on the flight!

[I've looked at the "door" and tried to imagine how easy it would
be to "man handle". I suspect it would be difficult/bulky/heavy
especially with folks potentially eager to get PAST you!]

I learned to avoid that row (as well as the row immediately in front
of it) as the seats don't recline and have the same sorts of
tray-table arrangements on many aircraft. There was a time I was
flying so often that I could recall from memory which row numbers
on which aircraft were problematic (likewise the *last* rows
in many either don't recline at all *or* have incredible engine
noise!)

I haven't been on a passenger plane since 89 and I'm afraid I'd be killed by airport security because I will refuse to be molested, take off my shoes or any article of clothing. I can't fight em but I can bite em. I just know I'll be killed. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[8~{} Uncle Chomp Monster

On 12/19/2015 8:19 PM, Gustav wrote:
On 12/19/2015 02:29 PM, Don Y wrote:

When boarding a plane,
I count the number of rows of seats to the closest exit(s). etc. Each
is a strange environment that I might have to navigate without sight
(power outage, smoke filled rooms from a fire, etc.)


Recent flight I was on had +250lb old fat ladies sitting in the exit row.
In the event of an evacuation, I doubt I could have moved their fat
over-stuffed asses out of the way to open the exit door.

Were they chanting "Donuts, pies, cakes, death to
Arteries!"?

I get so terrified when fat people sit next to the
exit doors and chant on air planes.

--
..
Christopher A. Young
learn more about Jesus
.. www.lds.org
..
..

On 12/20/2015 07:58 AM, Stormin Mormon wrote:
On 12/19/2015 8:19 PM, Gustav wrote:
On 12/19/2015 02:29 PM, Don Y wrote:

When boarding a plane,
I count the number of rows of seats to the closest exit(s). etc. Each
is a strange environment that I might have to navigate without sight
(power outage, smoke filled rooms from a fire, etc.)


Recent flight I was on had +250lb old fat ladies sitting in the exit row.
In the event of an evacuation, I doubt I could have moved their fat
over-stuffed asses out of the way to open the exit door.

Were they chanting "Donuts, pies, cakes, death to
Arteries!"?

I get so terrified when fat people sit next to the
exit doors and chant on air planes.


Ever have to sit next to a Crispy Kreme on a 4-hour flight?

The refined carbohydrate monsters should have to buy 3 seats so their rolls of fat
can hang over the armrests and not inconvenience other passengers.

On 12/20/2015 07:13 AM, Uncle Monster wrote:
I haven't been on a passenger plane since 89 and I'm afraid I'd be killed by airport security because I will refuse to be molested, take off my shoes or any article of clothing. I can't fight em but I can bite em. I just know I'll be killed. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[8~{} Uncle Chomp Monster

Yah, I always hated being groped unless the TSA was a hot female. ( Could you double check me again, please? )

Thankfully most major airports now have touchless scanners.
Just empty your pockets etc into a bin and stand in the scanner for a few seconds. Easy-peasy.

On 12/20/2015 8:49 AM, Bud Doobie wrote:
Ever have to sit next to a Crispy Kreme on a 4-hour flight?

The refined carbohydrate monsters should have to buy 3 seats so their
rolls of fat
can hang over the armrests and not inconvenience other passengers.

OH! I remember that flight! You were the guy
who kept poking me with the nail trimmer when
I tried to lean over and sleep on your shoulder?

--
..
Christopher A. Young
learn more about Jesus
.. www.lds.org
..
..

On 12/20/2015 12:29 AM, Don Y wrote:
I learned to avoid that row (as well as the row immediately in front
of it) as the seats don't recline and have the same sorts of
tray-table arrangements on many aircraft. There was a time I was
flying so often that I could recall from memory which row numbers
on which aircraft were problematic (likewise the *last* rows
in many either don't recline at all *or* have incredible engine
noise!)

I got one of those back of the bus seats on a flight from Detroit to
Harrisburg. At 6'1" I find the seating to be cramped anyway and the
fixed seat back meant the only reclining I'd see was the person in front
of me reclining into my limited space. If there was an engine problem,
I'd have been the first to know.

The person in the aisle seat took out a tablet and started playing some
game. So far, so good. Then we hit some turbulence. The game player
starts pawing through the seat pocket looking for the barf bag. The end
of a perfect flight, I thought, but we landed before he blew his lunch.

The stop in Detroit was interesting too. I thought I was in Mogadishu.
There were announcements in many languages, most of which I didn't
recognize. The ExpressTram was not operational, but that's par for
Detroit, and the arrival and departure gates were carefully selected to
be as far apart as the airport allowed.

The ultimate insult was it was a symposium at the PA State police
headquarters that lasted about 2 hours while the presenter read the
Powerpoint slides to us, handing out a DVD at the end. They could just
as well have mailed the materials.

That was my last flight. I might like visiting Europe but two things
hold me back. One is the hours spent in a sardine can with wings, the
other is I'm afraid for the most part Europe these days would resemble
Des Moines.

On 12/20/2015 05:06 AM, Uncle Monster wrote:
I remember now! Whenever I go to a new place, I first find out where all the restrooms are!

If you want to know where the nearest restroom is, ask an old man. I can
also locate small stands of trees on otherwise treeless slopes or
gulches that offer out of sight nooks.

The city has a number of trails, parks, and other recreational
locations, most of which have facilities -- in the summer. Depending on
the weather they're closed at the beginning of November. presumably
nobody has to take a leak until April. For travelers, that also applies
to some of the rest areas on I90 and I94.

On 12/20/2015 12:20 PM, rbowman wrote:
On 12/20/2015 12:29 AM, Don Y wrote:
I learned to avoid that row (as well as the row immediately in front
of it) as the seats don't recline and have the same sorts of
tray-table arrangements on many aircraft. There was a time I was
flying so often that I could recall from memory which row numbers
on which aircraft were problematic (likewise the *last* rows
in many either don't recline at all *or* have incredible engine
noise!)

I got one of those back of the bus seats on a flight from Detroit to
Harrisburg. At 6'1" I find the seating to be cramped anyway and the fixed seat
back meant the only reclining I'd see was the person in front of me reclining
into my limited space. If there was an engine problem, I'd have been the first
to know.

I can recall barely being able to hear my teeth grinding!
Cripes, the engine noise was SO LOUD that the flight attendant had
to sit in your lap to ask you what you wanted for your meal!
And, at that time, they had phones in the seatback of the row
infront of you -- how the hell could you hear what YOU were saying let
alone hear what the called party was saying??!

The person in the aisle seat took out a tablet and started playing some game.
So far, so good. Then we hit some turbulence. The game player starts pawing
through the seat pocket looking for the barf bag. The end of a perfect flight,
I thought, but we landed before he blew his lunch.

Oooo... thankfully, I've never been so "lucky"! And, only once had a case
of motion sickness that seve I was below deck on a fishing boat
working on a prototype design of mine so had no horizon on which to fixate.
Can't recall what I'd eaten the night before -- but, I'm sure it was all
displayed there in front of me!

The stop in Detroit was interesting too. I thought I was in Mogadishu. There
were announcements in many languages, most of which I didn't recognize. The
ExpressTram was not operational, but that's par for Detroit, and the arrival
and departure gates were carefully selected to be as far apart as the airport
allowed.

One of the nicest airports (for arriving and departing), IMO, was KC, MO.
Like a giant 3-leaf clover the inside of which was a long roadway
(the outside was the tarmac/gates). Drive up to your "gate", step out of
car, walk through doors to the desk, give them your ticket, step
through magnetometer and you're in the waiting area for YOUR flight!

OTOH, *connections* were more problematic as it's worse than Dulles
in terms of "a long LINE of gates!"

What I hated most was always weather and equipment-related delays.

I recall a flight connecting through Feenigs. Very short layover
but no problem... what can go wrong on a 20 minute flight??
Should have been so presumptive! Sat on the tarmac for almost
half an hour before departing. Got to Feenigs and RAN to the
connection. Actually was walking down the jetway as they were
closing the door to the aircraft (I guess once it is closed, they
are REALLY reluctant to reopen it!)

Thankfully, had long ago learned not to check luggage so I
was sure my luggage made the connection with me!

The ultimate insult was it was a symposium at the PA State police headquarters
that lasted about 2 hours while the presenter read the Powerpoint slides to us,
handing out a DVD at the end. They could just as well have mailed the materials.

That was my last flight. I might like visiting Europe but two things hold me
back. One is the hours spent in a sardine can with wings, the other is I'm
afraid for the most part Europe these days would resemble Des Moines.

My last business flight was a quick trip to Vegas to meet with a client (*in*
the airport). Almost like a long taxi ride both ways!

My last *trip* had me flying through DFW to Hartford/Springfield (and back).
Leaving here, I was singled out for a pat down. shrug No problem.
Glad someone *appears* to be taking an interest in the safety of those of
us on the flight. Changed planes in DFW. Again, singled out for a pat-down.
(WTF? Note to self: at next stop, wander into bathroom to see if someone
wrote something on my forehead that I can't see...)

Departing Hartford for return trip, yet another pat down. Connecting in
DFW, the fourth pat down in as many flights!

What are the odds? And, if they've (erroneously!) decided I'm "the profile",
I wonder how many REAL perps are slipping through??!

On 12/20/2015 05:13 AM, Uncle Monster wrote:
I haven't been on a passenger plane since 89 and I'm afraid I'd be killed by airport security because I will refuse to be molested, take off my shoes or any article of clothing. I can't fight em but I can bite em. I just know I'll be killed.

Back about the time when the TSA started to ramp up I had to go back
east for a seminar. In my downtime, I like to go hiking so I had a cheap
pair of Herman Survivors in my luggage. The boots had a clear plastic
logo set into the sole which had loosened and popped out, so I put it
back in using a liberal application of Shoe Goo. That got attention.
Fortunately the inspector was a local and fully understood cheap WalMart
boots and ad hoc repairs. iirc, this was prior to the Shoe Bomber
episode so I may have inadvertently paved the way.

Side note: Once upon a time Herman Survivors were a decent boot. Then
WalMart bought the name and now they are cheap Chinese crap. When I
bought them it was an experiment to see if inexpensive boots hold up as
well as good ones, and I knew the Herman name. At least for that brand
the answer is a resounding no.

On 12/20/2015 07:34 AM, Leisure Suit Larry wrote:
Thankfully most major airports now have touchless scanners.
Just empty your pockets etc into a bin and stand in the scanner for a
few seconds. Easy-peasy.


Unless you are selected for special attention and I seem to get special
attention. Everybody knows that elderly Caucasian males with full beards
and pony tails are the real threat.

I don't fly that much but before taking your shoes off became the thing,
I thought I had it nailed. Nylon belt with a plastic buckle, no metal
objects, conservative dress shoes, and so forth. Turns out the dress
shoes had steel shanks. 'Step over here, please.'

On 12/20/2015 12:38 PM, Don Y wrote:
Oooo... thankfully, I've never been so "lucky"! And, only once had a case
of motion sickness that seve I was below deck on a fishing boat
working on a prototype design of mine so had no horizon on which to fixate.
Can't recall what I'd eaten the night before -- but, I'm sure it was all
displayed there in front of me!

The fatal error -- I'm feeling a little queasy so I'm going below to lie
down. I've been lucky in that I cant recall ever suffering from motion
sickness.

One of my brother's anecdotes was from the time he was working at Boeing
in Seattle. He was flying someplace with a connection in Chicago. One of
the boss's kids was going to a party in Chicago and he was elected to
chaperon her. The kid was dressed in her pink party dress, sipping her
hot chocolate, when they hit turbulence. My brother could see his career
at Boeing going up in smoke if he delivered the kid covered in chocolate
and vomit. Fortunately she was a good little traveler.


My last *trip* had me flying through DFW to Hartford/Springfield (and
back).
Leaving here, I was singled out for a pat down. shrug No problem.
Glad someone *appears* to be taking an interest in the safety of those of
us on the flight. Changed planes in DFW. Again, singled out for a
pat-down.

Long backstory but shortly after Christmas in '68 my fiance and I flew
from Memphis to NYC. She wasn't a full on hippie chick but I made up for
it with a beard, leather jacket, and peace sign dangling from the zipper
pull. We were seated with no problem when the stewardess came back
trying her best to keep a straight face. 'The lady in 13B thinks you're
going to hijack the plane to Cuba. You're not going to do that, are
you?' In retrospect since we landed in NYC in a blizzard, I should have
tried for Havana.

I have a couple of shemaghs that I sometimes use when hiking in the
desert. I should wear one of those. With the full, white beard and maybe
a little bronzer I bet I'd sail through the checkpoints.

On 12/20/2015 7:08 PM, rbowman wrote:
On 12/20/2015 12:38 PM, Don Y wrote:

My last *trip* had me flying through DFW to Hartford/Springfield (and
back).
Leaving here, I was singled out for a pat down. shrug No problem.
Glad someone *appears* to be taking an interest in the safety of those of
us on the flight. Changed planes in DFW. Again, singled out for a
pat-down.

Long backstory but shortly after Christmas in '68 my fiance and I flew from
Memphis to NYC. She wasn't a full on hippie chick but I made up for it with a
beard, leather jacket, and peace sign dangling from the zipper pull. We were
seated with no problem when the stewardess came back trying her best to keep a
straight face. 'The lady in 13B thinks you're going to hijack the plane to
Cuba. You're not going to do that, are you?' In retrospect since we landed in
NYC in a blizzard, I should have tried for Havana.

I have a couple of shemaghs that I sometimes use when hiking in the desert. I
should wear one of those. With the full, white beard and maybe a little bronzer
I bet I'd sail through the checkpoints.

In the 70's, I worked for Ray Kurzweil (Reading Machine). Didn't tend to
interact with him, much, as I was with the technical staff (and he was
typically out trying to raise money, make sales, etc.).

When we'd bump into each other, there was a definite "uneasiness" on his
part. I guess I was one too many sigma outside his "norm"! :

But, he never commented about my appearance, manner of speaking, etc.
I suspect he was somewhat puzzled because staff and customers tended to
speak well of me, my skillset, professionalism, punctuality, etc.

One day, I was supporting a machine at a convention someplace.
As the "sales person" wasn;t in the booth, yet, I assumed responsibility
for demonstrating the machine to interested passers-by.

I was doing so with a small group -- going through my "spiel" -- when
Ray walked up. We acknowledged each other (nod head) while I continued
my presentation. He hung back to not get involved. But, was clearly
uncomfortable with me representing the company in this manner
(I was supposed to be a TECHNICAL resource available to keep things
running, not "visible to the public")

I would invariably end my demo with a description of the three knobs
on the control panel (which, of course, is completely unlabeled as
users are typically blind!). While the machine was speaking, I
would manipulate the knobs as I described them (so folks could hear
the effects of each):
"This one controls the volume.
"This one controls the RATE of speech (speed it up and it sounds
like mickey mouse, etc.)
"And, this one controls the pitch; changes men into women without
an expensive operation!
The latter always would get a nervous chuckle and folks would wander
off, demo over.

Ray sauntered over after they left and very noticeably looked me
over, head to toe (in an exaggerated fashion). Obviously impressed
with my tailored suit, well maintained (long) hair, manicured
hands, large custom turquoise bob on my pocket watch chain, etc.
I could almost *hear* the gears struggling to get into a new place
in his mind as his assessment of me evolved on the spot!

After commenting on my attire, he casually asked, "So, how did the
demo go?" Nonchalantly, I shrugged and said "fine". He made some
other comment about my "sex change" comment as the closer... not
sure if he was chastising me or enjoying the humor.

Then, "do you know who those people were?"

shrug "Nope"

"The older gentleman is Raymond Califano, (cabinet) Secretary of Health
Education and Welfare." I.e., THE guy who had bought every unit we had
manufactured to date at $50K/each!

"Oh!"

Always amusing when people judge based on appearances!

On Sunday, December 20, 2015 at 1:42:41 PM UTC-6, rbowman wrote:
On 12/20/2015 07:34 AM, Leisure Suit Larry wrote:
Thankfully most major airports now have touchless scanners.
Just empty your pockets etc into a bin and stand in the scanner for a
few seconds. Easy-peasy.


Unless you are selected for special attention and I seem to get special
attention. Everybody knows that elderly Caucasian males with full beards
and pony tails are the real threat.

I don't fly that much but before taking your shoes off became the thing,
I thought I had it nailed. Nylon belt with a plastic buckle, no metal
objects, conservative dress shoes, and so forth. Turns out the dress
shoes had steel shanks. 'Step over here, please.'

One gal went through the TSA checkpoint wearing a bikini. If I ever take a passenger flight again it's a speedo for me. ヽ(ヅ)ノ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CageJSv8eMU

[8~{} Uncle Nekid Monster

On Sunday, December 20, 2015 at 8:06:58 PM UTC-6, rbowman wrote:
On 12/20/2015 12:38 PM, Don Y wrote:
Oooo... thankfully, I've never been so "lucky"! And, only once had a case
of motion sickness that seve I was below deck on a fishing boat
working on a prototype design of mine so had no horizon on which to fixate.
Can't recall what I'd eaten the night before -- but, I'm sure it was all
displayed there in front of me!

The fatal error -- I'm feeling a little queasy so I'm going below to lie
down. I've been lucky in that I cant recall ever suffering from motion
sickness.

One of my brother's anecdotes was from the time he was working at Boeing
in Seattle. He was flying someplace with a connection in Chicago. One of
the boss's kids was going to a party in Chicago and he was elected to
chaperon her. The kid was dressed in her pink party dress, sipping her
hot chocolate, when they hit turbulence. My brother could see his career
at Boeing going up in smoke if he delivered the kid covered in chocolate
and vomit. Fortunately she was a good little traveler.


My last *trip* had me flying through DFW to Hartford/Springfield (and
back).
Leaving here, I was singled out for a pat down. shrug No problem.
Glad someone *appears* to be taking an interest in the safety of those of
us on the flight. Changed planes in DFW. Again, singled out for a
pat-down.

Long backstory but shortly after Christmas in '68 my fiance and I flew
from Memphis to NYC. She wasn't a full on hippie chick but I made up for
it with a beard, leather jacket, and peace sign dangling from the zipper
pull. We were seated with no problem when the stewardess came back
trying her best to keep a straight face. 'The lady in 13B thinks you're
going to hijack the plane to Cuba. You're not going to do that, are
you?' In retrospect since we landed in NYC in a blizzard, I should have
tried for Havana.

I have a couple of shemaghs that I sometimes use when hiking in the
desert. I should wear one of those. With the full, white beard and maybe
a little bronzer I bet I'd sail through the checkpoints.

Put on a long robe and you could look like,"Mr.Natural" from the underground comix back in the Hippy days. I loved that stuff. Do you remember being that warped? \(—¦'Œ£'—¦)/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr._Natural_(comics)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Underground_comix

[8~{} Uncle Natural Monster

On 12/20/2015 10:52 PM, Don Y wrote:
But, he never commented about my appearance, manner of speaking, etc.
I suspect he was somewhat puzzled because staff and customers tended to
speak well of me, my skillset, professionalism, punctuality, etc.

A few of our clients have met me but visitors are generally given a
whirlwind tour of engineering. An email gets sent out that so-and-so
will be visiting and we should strive to get up to at least casual
business attire.

I did get strange looks at a PA State Police symposium, sort of a how
did that hippie get into our secure area?

On 12/21/2015 01:07 AM, Uncle Monster wrote:
Put on a long robe and you could look like,"Mr.Natural" from the underground comix back in the Hippy days. I loved that stuff. Do you remember being that warped?

Why are you using the past tense?

On Monday, December 21, 2015 at 9:04:04 AM UTC-6, rbowman wrote:
On 12/21/2015 01:07 AM, Uncle Monster wrote:
Put on a long robe and you could look like,"Mr.Natural" from the underground comix back in the Hippy days. I loved that stuff. Do you remember being that warped?

Why are you using the past tense?

What I meant was "....at such a young age?" ヽ(€¢€¿€¢)ノ

[8~{} Uncle Warped Monster

On 12/21/2015 8:04 AM, rbowman wrote:
On 12/20/2015 10:52 PM, Don Y wrote:
But, he never commented about my appearance, manner of speaking, etc.
I suspect he was somewhat puzzled because staff and customers tended to
speak well of me, my skillset, professionalism, punctuality, etc.

A few of our clients have met me but visitors are generally given a whirlwind
tour of engineering. An email gets sent out that so-and-so will be visiting and
we should strive to get up to at least casual business attire.

One of the charities at which I volunteer was being visited by
an organization that makes an annual award of a very large grant
(like $250K). By coincidence, I had planned on being there,
that day.

When I showed up in a *dress shirt* and slacks, jaws dropped.
"Well, I knew you had XXXXX visiting, today, and didn't want
to raise eyebrows that might interfere with your chance of
winning the grant..."

"Oh, they've already left!"

"Grrrr... you mean I didn't have to wear this crap???!"

I did get strange looks at a PA State Police symposium, sort of a how did that
hippie get into our secure area?

I came home from school for a weekend one time. Dropped into the
local branch office of neighborhood (small town, locally owned) bank
to cash a paycheck drawn on First National Bank of Boston (or some
other BIG bank in beantown). Cashier asked me if I had an account
at the bank.

I truthfully replied, "No". Mentioned that my folks did. A *substantial*
one, at that! Did NOT mention that if they looked up "my" name, they
WOULD encounter that (and incorrectly conclude the account was mine).

Bank manager decided to inject himself and get "all officious".
Enjoyed "putting me in my place" (damn hippie!)

I went home -- three blocks -- and called the bank president
at home. He was out but his wife -- who ADORED me (she was
the school nurse when I was in middle school) answered the
phone. After some personal pleasantries (asking how I was
enjoying life in Boston, how her kids were doing, etc.), she
told me to have the manager give her a call.

So, I returned to the bank. As soon as I walked in the door,
the manager (desk located by the door) called me aside with that
"You, again?" attitude. I sat down at his desk -- in the typical
adversarial position -- and said "Mrs XXXXX would like you to
give her a call."

Ooops! Now he's a wee bit more cautious: "And, what's SHE going to
tell me?"

"She's going to tell you I'm *me*!" (big, innocent grin)

[Small town, everyone knows everyone! The fact that *I* don't
know you should alarm you -- you must be an "outsider"! The
fact that you don't recognize my name should alarm you even more!!]

He started fumbling for her number: look in your Rolodex under
"Bank President" : I offered the number (which I still had in
my mind from having dialed it a few minutes earlier) but he
apparently didn't trust me; afraid I had an accomplice sitting
at some random phone number ready to impersonate the bank president's
wife??

"Hello, Mrs. XXXXX. This is Bob, down at the YYYY branch."
"Yes."
"Uh huh"
"Uh huh"
"Yes"
"Yes"
"OK. Thank You."

Now, he can't even look me in the eye! "Can I see some identification,
please?" (payback's a bitch, eh?)

So, I drove it home:
Driver's license. "Thanks"
School ID. "Thanks, but I've got what I need."
All my credit cards (Diner's Club, AMEX, VISA, MC), one at a time
for maximum effect. "Thanks" (still not looking me in the eye)
Local library card.
SSA card. etc.
I may even have thrown my Radio Shack "Battery Club" card in the heap!!
I wanted him to be SURE of my identity! After all, he's a big, important
person RESPONSIBLE for the bank's integrity, etc. Can't let some hippie
with a potentially forged check on a multimillion dollar institution
pull one over on HIS eyes!

Jackass.

Same time period. I was working at a small engineering/manufacturing
shop on southernmost arc of 128 -- Dedham-ish. Every day, I'm
flitting about on the production line putting out fires, chasing
down parts, reworking drawings (subcontracted defense job to an
IBM division). Always chatting with the workers, chumming around,
sharing their home-bakeds and my own, etc.

One day, Theresa (cute little Italian woman; tiny little wisp of a thing;
always pulling my eyeglasses off and cleaning them for me: "How can you
SEE out of these things??!") asked me "What do you do, here, Don."
I got a little embarassed and said, "On this project, I'm your boss!"

"Oh!"

I'd never acted the part. Never "pulled rank". Never *told* anyone
what to do. etc. They all thought I must just work in the stock
room or something... Had no problem seeing me as one of their peers
(Theresa had kept trying to fix me up with various relations )

Many years later, was sitting in father's hospital room when doctors/interns
were "doing rounds" and checked in. As the group/herd wandered into the
room, they glanced over at me sitting in the corner and gave one of those
constrained, disapproving frowns (I call them "aborted scowls" -- I suspect
you've encountered them?) before dismissing me as an unimportant "fixture"
to be safely ignored.

While doctor was conversing with father regarding his planned/current
treatment, I asked (from behind them) "Is that for prophylactic measures?
Or, are you addressing a particular existing condition?"

Speaking doctor stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at me
again, as if his first dismissive appraisal had missed something. I
could see him calculating whether he wanted to up-the-ante and start
bandying around more technical terms to "put me in my place".

He (wisely) decided not to and answered my question in as few CLIPPED
words as possible before returning his attention to the patient.
"That's my son. He knows all those big 'woids and frazes'"

Another Jackass.

What I learned was how people's perceptions of their own "worth"
colors the way they treat others. As if their "rank" is so tenuous
that they are in fear of "slipping" in stature at the merest fancy.

It also taught me to give very little credence to other folks'
*opinions* -- unless they had demonstrated a clear capability of
forming an INFORMED opinion; gather data before jumping to conclusions!

I've no interest in "non-thinking organisms". My yard is full of them.
They are colloquially known as "stones" or "gravel"...

On 12/20/2015 6:06 AM, Uncle Monster wrote:
On Saturday, December 19, 2015 at 5:44:19 PM UTC-6, Muggles wrote:
On 12/19/2015 1:29 PM, Don Y wrote:
On 12/18/2015 1:29 PM, Muggles wrote:

At night when much of the house is dark I'll close my eyes and try to
"get around" and do stuff. I've also trained my dog to "come" to me and
when I grab her collar I can tell her to "take me to the couch", and she
leads me there, or "take me to the bed in the bedroom" and she takes me
there walking around various obstacles. It helps me to memorize the
house in case I have to get out with no light, or in case of some other
disaster like a fire and smoke.

Part of my obsessive (?) behavior is to keep close track of my
environment. When staying in a hotel, I automatically count the number
of doors between the stairwell/exit and my room. When boarding a plane,
I count the number of rows of seats to the closest exit(s). etc. Each
is a strange environment that I might have to navigate without sight
(power outage, smoke filled rooms from a fire, etc.)

I count steps up or down a flight of stairs, and note how many left or
right turns I make when I'm some place unfamiliar.

I've arranged all of the light switches in the house in a consistent
pattern so that you know which switch (in a group of 2 or more) will
control which circuits -- no need to play "is it THIS one?".

I keep the sorts of items that you'd "grope for" in a darkened
room in fixed positions -- flashlights, radios, etc. -- so I
don't have to waste time hunting for them.

I think I pretty much do the same thing with stuff like that, too.

To a blind/VI person, *memory* takes over where vision would otherwise
rule. E.g., sighted people can use the visible environment as a
"memory device": "Ah, the flashlight is OVER THERE!" When you can't
fall back on this, you have to use real memory or other devices that
*act* as memory.

I practice feeling my way around the house, down the hallway, in the
bathroom(s), in the bedroom, and out either the front or back doors. I
also make it a game with our dog and teach her to lead me to various
points in the house, oh, and I've taught her various commands in sign
language, too, just for the fun of it.

Being able to feel when you're at is a whole different can of worms, for
sure!
--
Maggie

I remember now! Whenever I go to a new place, I first find out where all the restrooms are! \(—¦'Œ£'—¦)/

[8~{} Uncle Search Monster


yeah ... (cough) I do that, too!

--
Maggie

Uncle Monster posted for all of us...



I have a 3 volt coin cell powered LED flashlight that's about 3/4 the size of an Oreo cookie which I often keep on a lanyard around my neck even in bed. If the power fails at night, I have a light around my neck I can use to navigate the obstacle course called home. It's also handy to use when examining something up close. I often use it to examine a circuit board up close looking for cracks and the little light isn't blindingly bright. (???)

[8~{} Uncle LED Monster



I thought we had this discussion about you "examining" yourself.

--
Tekkie

Uncle Monster posted for all of us...


I remember now! Whenever I go to a new place, I first find out where
all the restrooms are! \(?'?'?)/

[8~{} Uncle Search Monster

+1 then the way out, then where the free stuff is... I also use the
handicapped or family restrooms, less pressure...

--
Tekkie

rbowman posted for all of us...



On 12/20/2015 05:06 AM, Uncle Monster wrote:
I remember now! Whenever I go to a new place, I first find out where all the restrooms are!

If you want to know where the nearest restroom is, ask an old man. I can
also locate small stands of trees on otherwise treeless slopes or
gulches that offer out of sight nooks.

The city has a number of trails, parks, and other recreational
locations, most of which have facilities -- in the summer. Depending on
the weather they're closed at the beginning of November. presumably
nobody has to take a leak until April. For travelers, that also applies
to some of the rest areas on I90 and I94.

People in PA just pull off the roadway, open the passenger door, and water
the weeds under the front tire.

--
Tekkie

On 12/22/2015 01:29 PM, Tekkie® wrote:
People in PA just pull off the roadway, open the passenger door, and water
the weeds under the front tire.

I've been known to do that... I think that why my mother always
insisted the family ride had four doors too.

PA is also pretty good about having trees and stuff. A lot of the west
is wide open spaces, emphasis on the open.

rbowman posted for all of us...



On 12/22/2015 01:29 PM, Tekkie® wrote:
People in PA just pull off the roadway, open the passenger door, and water
the weeds under the front tire.

I've been known to do that... I think that why my mother always
insisted the family ride had four doors too.

PA is also pretty good about having trees and stuff. A lot of the west
is wide open spaces, emphasis on the open.

I understand. Maybe you could get the right angle by "changing the babys
diapers" I guess if a cop came along he might question you but as long as
you are not exposing yourself it's **** over the ground. He might see if you
are drinking but otherwise leave you alone.

I recommend in no particular order:

Libraries
Municipal buildings - not police or firehouses unless activity seen outside..
Fast food
Manned toll booths
Parks
YMCA
construction site w/ porta potty (fragrance)
Convenience or gas stations may or may not...
Larger motels
Restaurants
Banks/credit unions
Sightseeing or tours
Carry a urinal w/ lid

Feel free to add your own.
--
Tekkie

On 12/23/15 3:57 PM, Tekkie® wrote:
rbowman posted for all of us...



On 12/22/2015 01:29 PM, Tekkie® wrote:
People in PA just pull off the roadway, open the passenger door, and water
the weeds under the front tire.

I've been known to do that... I think that why my mother always
insisted the family ride had four doors too.

PA is also pretty good about having trees and stuff. A lot of the west
is wide open spaces, emphasis on the open.

I understand. Maybe you could get the right angle by "changing the babys
diapers" I guess if a cop came along he might question you but as long as
you are not exposing yourself it's **** over the ground. He might see if you
are drinking but otherwise leave you alone.

I recommend in no particular order:

Libraries
Municipal buildings - not police or firehouses unless activity seen outside.
Fast food
Manned toll booths
Parks
YMCA
construction site w/ porta potty (fragrance)
Convenience or gas stations may or may not...
Larger motels
Restaurants
Banks/credit unions
Sightseeing or tours
Carry a urinal w/ lid

Feel free to add your own.

I keep a sturdy large mouth jar w/ a lid in the car-- Mayonnaise, Mason,
fruit drink jars all work well.

--
There are two ways to conquer and enslave a country. One is by the
sword, the other is by debt.
- John Adams

On 12/23/2015 01:57 PM, Tekkie® wrote:
I understand. Maybe you could get the right angle by "changing the babys
diapers" I guess if a cop came along he might question you but as long as
you are not exposing yourself it's **** over the ground. He might see if you
are drinking but otherwise leave you alone.

After breakfast at a truck stop that may have fired their eggs in
Rotella, I had a sudden need to take care of business. The shoulder was
wide enough that I could get the truck off the road so I set the brakes,
turned on the flashers, and hunkered down in front of the drivers where
I was well hidden from the road. I heard a car stop and a door open. I
just about had my pants pulled up when the Highway Patrolman walked
around the front to ask me if everything was alright. Just checking the
tires, sir, like you're supposed to do every hundred miles.

In a similar incident while driving down 93 in Nevada, I couldn't find a
place to pull off. You do what you gotta do, so I just stopped in the
travel lane. Took care of business, admired the scenery, got back in and
drove off with nobody passing by going either way. Not much happening in
northern Nevada.

On Wednesday, December 23, 2015 at 9:08:17 PM UTC-6, rbowman wrote:
On 12/23/2015 01:57 PM, Tekkie® wrote:
I understand. Maybe you could get the right angle by "changing the babys
diapers" I guess if a cop came along he might question you but as long as
you are not exposing yourself it's **** over the ground. He might see if you
are drinking but otherwise leave you alone.

After breakfast at a truck stop that may have fired their eggs in
Rotella, I had a sudden need to take care of business. The shoulder was
wide enough that I could get the truck off the road so I set the brakes,
turned on the flashers, and hunkered down in front of the drivers where
I was well hidden from the road. I heard a car stop and a door open. I
just about had my pants pulled up when the Highway Patrolman walked
around the front to ask me if everything was alright. Just checking the
tires, sir, like you're supposed to do every hundred miles.

In a similar incident while driving down 93 in Nevada, I couldn't find a
place to pull off. You do what you gotta do, so I just stopped in the
travel lane. Took care of business, admired the scenery, got back in and
drove off with nobody passing by going either way. Not much happening in
northern Nevada.

Gatorade bottle works great as a urinal unless you have a freakishly large crank. Š™.˜‰

[8~{} Uncle Bottle Monster

rbowman posted for all of us...



On 12/23/2015 01:57 PM, Tekkie® wrote:
I understand. Maybe you could get the right angle by "changing the babys
diapers" I guess if a cop came along he might question you but as long as
you are not exposing yourself it's **** over the ground. He might see if you
are drinking but otherwise leave you alone.

After breakfast at a truck stop that may have fired their eggs in
Rotella, I had a sudden need to take care of business. The shoulder was
wide enough that I could get the truck off the road so I set the brakes,
turned on the flashers, and hunkered down in front of the drivers where
I was well hidden from the road. I heard a car stop and a door open. I
just about had my pants pulled up when the Highway Patrolman walked
around the front to ask me if everything was alright. Just checking the
tires, sir, like you're supposed to do every hundred miles.

In a similar incident while driving down 93 in Nevada, I couldn't find a
place to pull off. You do what you gotta do, so I just stopped in the
travel lane. Took care of business, admired the scenery, got back in and
drove off with nobody passing by going either way. Not much happening in
northern Nevada.

If horses can do it; why not you. Should we rename you Dumper Bowman?

--
Tekkie

On 12/25/2015 01:05 PM, Tekkie® wrote:
If horses can do it; why not you. Should we rename you Dumper Bowman?

I've always considered it a problem that I have less rights than a
Labrador retriever. ****ing on fire hydrants is a god given right.

rbowman posted for all of us...



On 12/25/2015 01:05 PM, Tekkie® wrote:
If horses can do it; why not you. Should we rename you Dumper Bowman?

I've always considered it a problem that I have less rights than a
Labrador retriever. ****ing on fire hydrants is a god given right.

Can't find phone booths anymore so I guess a hydrant will do. What does
superduperman do now? How come he never got arrested for changing in a
phone-booth?

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Tekkie

On Monday, December 28, 2015 at 3:22:43 PM UTC-6, Tekkie® wrote:
rbowman posted for all of us...

On 12/25/2015 01:05 PM, Tekkie® wrote:
If horses can do it; why not you. Should we rename you Dumper Bowman?

I've always considered it a problem that I have less rights than a
Labrador retriever. ****ing on fire hydrants is a god given right.

Can't find phone booths anymore so I guess a hydrant will do. What does
superduperman do now? How come he never got arrested for changing in a
phone-booth?
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Tekkie

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