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.I personally don't care for social media. My "real" friends/fam know how to reach me.?::thumbsup:

Reading that grocery stores all have limited operating hours, the local 24 hour Walmart is down to 7am - 8:30pm so my plan of beating the crowds and shopping at 4am didn't work out.

I was there a few minutes before 7am and a line of 30 people with carts were already waiting out front. We entered the store at a normal pace and all looked normal.

No empty bins on the breads, cookies and groceries.
Knowing what happened on previous visits, I headed straight for the paper goods for paper plates and tissues.

On the way, I glanced over to the wall where the meats are... sorry, where the meats were. It looked like they did when the last hurricane came through. Empty.

Workers were opening boxes of frozen fish and filling island refrigeration units.

I've been busy the last few weeks with projects and this morning was my first attempt at weekly shopping.

I veered over to the meats and the only thing there was lean ground chicken that I routinely buy weekly. Lucky for me and it became a priority as people were picking so fast, If I waited more than a minute, all would be gone.

Back toward the paper products I could hear a fight had broken out. Two women were hoarding as they collectively had more than 9 twelve-packs of toilet tissue in their carts and it was causing trouble. Another woman said "Lady, how could you possibly need 60 rolls of toilet paper. Leave some for the others!"

I'm faulting the store on this for not putting up signs limiting purchases of 2 packs.

I got paper plates, bowls and tissues without having to fight for it.

While I did read about shortages of eggs and milk, it wasn't an issue at that store.

Lysol products or rubbing alcohol? Forgetaboutit...

I usually click on Yahoo for a search engine partly because I get to see some headline news. More entertainment value than factual news or things really not important in my world. I'm sure Meghan Markle is a really nice lady but I don't think she needs to be the top story on a daily basis.

Today, I see a story about Dangerous Snakes Sold In South Carolina and a man who drove 4 hours to buy 3 venomous snakes at the Repticon wildlife show. He was quoted as saying “It’s a thrill buying these. This is the closest big show that sells venomous snakes.’’

Of the funny comments:

"Common sense is not this guys strong point. Please don't have kids."

(It’s one of the few venues where people can walk away with a cobra, rattlesnake or other species with few restrictions.)
"Unbleeping believable"

"I had a cobra. I divorced her."

"I collect baseball cards"

"Darwin was right."

"Who in their right mind wants poison snakes around? Wasn't it the snake that cause the fall of mankind?"

"Just what I want to keep in my bedroom. Something that if it ever escapes it's enclosure can kill me while I'm sleeping."

"Well, I don't understand it officer, I left the snake on the floor to watch my kid while I went outside...."

"I have always wanted to go into business for myself and stop working for bosses. Now I finally have a calling. I am going to become an antivenom distributor based in South Carolina."



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Poem By Francis Miles Finch, Set To Music & Performed By Jim Remington

"The famous poem by Francis Miles Finch entitled The Blue and the Grey commemorates soldiers who fought for both sides during the Civil War. The Planters' Banner, a local newspaper of Franklin, LA, published this poem on September 14, 1867. William T. Palfrey included the memorial poem in his plantation diary. The poem contrasts the North and the South, the robings of glory (the North) and the gloom of defeat (the South), and the dead and the living. Images of death and the grave beneath the sod and the dew run throughout. The poem also paints the vivid, gory picture of warfare, describing the flow of inland river where the iron fleets had once traversed and the grass beneath which soldiers lie in their graves. The rivers are no longer sullied by the red flow of soldiers' blood, and now flowers bloom around the scenes of battle. The poem shows life after war: It transitions from the gloom of defeat into a sunny spring day full of blossoms blossoming for all. While the seasons change and the weather varies, the Love and tears for the Blue, Tears and love for the Grey remain.

"The poem memorializes the soldiers who fought and died for both sides; sentimental poems remember these fallen heroes. Yet, The Blue and the Grey challenges the pointlessness of the war itself, probing, Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done, In the storm of the years are fading, No braves battle was won. To Finch, little honor came from the Civil War, merely death for soldiers fighting for their causes. The poem paradoxically and simultaneously eulogizes and glorifies the Civil War in its pointless destruction and its grandiose battles. In memoriam of these soldiers of both the Union and Confederate armies, Finch paints a picture of common loss, equal splendor, and the remembrance of soldiers by visiting their graves."


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Nearly every day a new video gets posted on news or social media of a fight breaking out on an airplane or inside an airport. Chill out people... crowded airports, flight delays agitated travelers are becoming a norm.
A friend who has a home and business in New York City, often travels to South Florida to his 2nd home. Last weekend there was trouble on the flight and the airplane loaded with passengers awaiting a departure sat in line for 3 hours waiting for takeoff.
Expecting to arrive in the evening turned into late night and all his plans had to be canceled. He frequently travels in business and understands delays but commented the airlines need to fix this problem.

Expecting to arrive early for an important meeting and you miss the meeting or it gets rescheduled forcing you to return another day gets very costly.

There was a time, when someone on a plane got out of control, the plane turned back making all the other passengers suffer. I think the new procedure is to zip-tie the offender, drag them to the back of the aircraft and have police/security 'escort them' when the plane lands.

I used to watch the TV show (also on YouTube) about people who were life-long hoarders taking it to the extreme. Last week, I attended a swap meet for people in the model aircraft hobby and remember many vendors who brought out the same stuff that didn't sell in last years swap meet.

I stopped going the ham radio festivals as the percent of used junk exceeded the new products. Sure, it's a way for someone to find a good deal on a part or hard-to-find radio tubes and it's probably a big social event to meet up with people you have talked to on the radio, but have no other connection with. Toward the end of the event, you can see them boxing all the things that didn't sell and bringing them back home.
An old friend works for an electronics firm and scours booths selling components he can sell in his business. Some connectors made 20 years ago are higher in quality than the new products.

I had a few computer monitors that were perfect for design drawings as the aspect ratio was equal to a sheet of paper. Using them daily and the capacitors in the power supply would fail. I found a guy who repaired them for a reasonable cost. His shop was filled to the ceiling with stacks of dead PC's. I went back to see him after COVID and the shop was closed. Brown paper covering the windows and a FOR RENT sign on the door.
Maybe he was able to recycle some of those electronic parts. I've seen videos where they process the gold plated contacts removing the gold so it can be reclaimed and sold for a profit. Probably the cases can be sold as scrap metal.

I've got a few small model helicopters I used for learning, some are still in working condition... but I moved on to bigger and better. I'll probably take them to one of the flying fields with a sign FREE in hopes I can unload them and stop hoarding them.

It's not money (loss or gain) but releasing stuff I have been keeping in inventory.

Now that I'm getting back to music, some of the gear I've been holding on to for years will become useful to me and I won't have to buy stuff again.

I’m a middle-aged man interested in middle-aged women, and I travel a lot.

Three weeks ago, I returned home after almost four months in Serbia, Montenegro and North Macedonia. It was a great experience, corona restrictions were limited, life was pretty much back to normal.

I use Connecting Singles and Tinder to get in contact with local women my own age, wherever I go. It’s nice to have a cup of coffee at a café together with a new female friend, who is also interested in travelling, books, films and nature.

Most middle-aged men seem to be interested in much younger women, so for a dude like me: slim, smart, funny and friendly, it is not at all difficult to find a woman between 50 to 68 years of age. There are a lot, who divorced from their ex-husband, because he found a much younger model - and there are also a lot of widows, because their husband was so much older - and then he died.

Of course they like to have coffee or dinner with me. And here is the story about my last month on Balkan:

I met a nice woman in Serbia, at the café close to the clock tower in Novi Sad. We enjoyed each others compagny, laughed and talked about everything. It was very amusing and we cheek kissed and connected on Viper.

She called me some days later, and asked if I would like to meet again? She had rent an apartment in Belgrade for some days. There was a double bed, and we slept together.

She had an idea: I could be her temporary husband. She needed a long holiday, after her husband left her for a much younger girl, he claimed was the love of his life. After more than 30 years of marriage with my new female friend.

She had a black Peugeot and found interesting places around the country, where we could stay. Places I would never had found myself. In the mountains you can get a whole house for the same price as a simple hotel room in Denmark.

We were not really in love, but very good friends - as most real couples are, I think. And travelling together was so good. We shared the expensives, and the people we met said, we were a fine couple.

You might say, it was a fake marriage - and you’re right. But it was in fact based on respect, warm feelings and the wish of staying together day and night with another guy, for a while.

It's the weekend when most people have their days planned and their activities to dash to. If you are one of the unfortunate ones, your day is not anything to raise hopes about.

Do you have anxiety as you wait for the good news that what you need more than a miracle will happen today?

Did you have to hold your breath until someone left the house so that you could take a shower in privacy without hearing s*xual innuendos and being touched without your permission?

Was the air clear of bomb smoke and the land free of imminent threat where you live? Or do you stay in the shadows until safety is announced?

Did you have your positive thoughts ruined by someone with their verbal abuse and negativity and threats? What's the use?

Where did you have to go to find the nearest restroom without feeling indecent about it? Maybe you couldn't hold it long enough and now have to hide from prying eyes to get somewhere to change clothes.

Was your depression so bad that your thoughts lingered all day about committing suicide? You had to stay busy and find ways to take your mind to another place. It was extremely hard and you struggled to figure out what you had to live for.

Did your friends beg you to come to a party that you weren't invited to and secretly wished they would leave you alone? How can I smile and pretend to feel something I don't?

Is there food in your cabinets and refrigerator or did you have to steal it to keep from starving and try not to get caught and killed?

Did you wake up so cold and hurting that you would give anything to throw yourself into a fire just to feel warm again? Or did you have to settle for a few rays of sunlight?

Stop. Be more than grateful. Try to make a difference in someone's life today.

I DARE YOU!

Civil humans navigate existence scaredly
the less than live nefariously
Moral people desire meaningful life
alleged almighty deemed 'Evil be rife'

Faith based folks represent the majority
the ill-informed defy authority
So-called Cancel Culture snuffing history
stoking current uprising no mystery

Colleges are brainwashing our young
leftist professors preach false dung
Patriotic Americans begrudgingly sacrifice
eventually reaching "f*ck BN Nice"

Unarmed black men being sought
another blatant lie long taught
Bitching and moaning full-time
cry injustice while perpetrating crime

Defund Police latest insane rant
capitulate to extremist we can't
Soros instructs these clueless fools
protesters succumb to mob rules

Dethrone Trump whatever it takes
politicians the slimiest of snakes
American sovereignty under attack
you're Racist if not black

Yesterday in The Huffington Post;



Hopefully the hate on here by Trump's supporters will also be more closely modulated. It's time for change to a society, more accepting of cultural differences & ethnicities, and less accepting of hate, trolling & racial discrimination.