This guy Alan Moran needs to go to a speech therapy class to improve his ability to speak, he is barely understandable. it looks like he has no control of his lips, like they are not connected to his brain.
Phil, Don't waste your money on an upgrade for your flight. You're all on the same plane. Whether you're sitting with the swells up in the front of the plane or back with the common folk you're all gonna get to Dulles at the same time. Is your friend gonna pick you up at the airport? What side of the road do they drive on in Denmark, Right or Left?
This doesn't sound like the NYC I grew up in. When I was a teen in NYC and if I ever did anything like that the cops would have used me for a punching bag.
This wasn't "these days" it was in the mid 50's and there were 3 of us and only 1 of him. Besides we were 3 NYC street kids so I don't think we were in any danger what-so-ever.
Our campsite was about a mile from the edge of the Long Island Sound, the body of water which separates long Island from Conn. There was a well worn footpath through the woods from the camp grounds to the beach and everyday the 3 of us would walk to the beach to go swimming. Well, our weeklong adventure was coming to an end and our neighbor, the nurse was scheduled to leave the same day we were. We managed to persuade him to give us a lift in his 1955 Buick to Astoria Queens where he lived which would would save us at least 70 miles of pedalling on our bikes. It would be a short hop across the Triboro Bridge to uptown Manhattan meaning we would only have 40 blocks (about 3 miles) to pedal to get back to our neighborhood. We loaded our 3 bikes in his trunk (Lucky it was a Buick or they never would have fit in a smaller car.) Of course the trunk lid had to be tied down cause the bikes stuck out the back. On the way to NYC I kept thinking how lucky we were to meet such wonderful people. The ride from Wading River to Astoria was like flying in a first class airline compared to pedaling a bicycle for 80 odd miles. We got to their house and unloaded our bikes and after lots of "Thank you's" we headed across the Triboro Bridge to Manhattan and headed south on 2nd Ave to 85th ST. and home. All the while I kept thinking how lucky we were, and how good it felt to be back in Manhattan.
Why didn't you simply call a local wood burner and let them have the wood? Anyone with a woodstove would be more than delighted to come and take the old cabinets off your hands, I know I would. Oh wait, you're in sunny CA, it never gets cold there, right?
Why didn't you simply call a local wood burner and let them have the wood? Anyone with a woodstove would be more than delighted to come and take the old cabinets off your hands, I know I would.
I imagine it looks very much like the side we can see. Maybe 1 day NASA can send a mission to the moon and install some lateral aligned rockets to speed up or slow down the rotation so we can observe the entire surface. But then again why bother?
There is no dark side of the moon, only a side we can't see. The Earth and moon are locked together by gravity and centrifugal force. The rotation of the moon on it's axis perfectly matches it's orbit around the Earth which is why the hemisphere which faces the Earth never varies. IMO, the only explanation for this condition is the density of the moons mass must not be uniform resulting in a heavier section which is always facing the Earth. This way even if we could go to the moon and speed up or slow down it's rotation, eventually it would return to the balance it's in now as the heavy spot comes around to face the Earth.
One day when I was a teen my best friends older brother saw me chatting with his GF. I guess he thought I was putting the moves on her and he started saying "This kid is a regular whip, trying to cut in on my kid brother GF so he jokingly started calling me a whip. As the story got around people started referring to me as "The Whip". It stuck and from that day on "The Whip" became my nickname or just "Whip: for short. I got so used to it that I would answer to the name without hesitation when ever anybody called "hey whip".
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This guy Alan Moran needs to go to a speech therapy class to improve his ability to speak, he is barely understandable. it looks like he has no control of his lips, like they are not connected to his brain.