Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb No gold plated sign in a marble pillared room The one thing I want when they lay me in the ground
When I die tear my stillhouse down Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust Don't leave no trace of the hiding place Where I made that evil stuff
For all my time and money no profit did I see That old copper kettle was the death of me When I was a child way back in the hills I laughed at the men who tended those stills But that old mountain shine, it caught me somehow
For all my time and money no profit did I see That old copper kettle was the death of me Oh tell all your children that Hell ain't no dream 'Cause Satan he lives in my whisky machine And in my time of dying I know where I'm bound
For all my time and money no profit did I see That old copper kettle was the death of me
I went to Walmart yesterday to get some food and I thought I might pick up some of those face masks just in case. I asked the greeter at the entrance where could I find face masks and he didn't know what I was talking about. He said you could try the hardware dept. I said that's OK, thanks anyway.
Most of the "Day After" movies are portraying the human race as a bunch of psychopaths. A dog eat dog world where everybody tries to take whatever they can from their fellow survivor out of greed and trying to be the new emperor of the world. Very unrealistic. I believe people will band together to try to survive and eventually remake the world. IMO the best Post Apocalyptic Movie ever made was probably the first one which came out in 1951, shortly after the end of WW2 called "FIVE". I saw this movie in a theater when it first came out, I was 11. It had a profound effect on me. I even wrote a review of the movie for IMDB 20 years ago under my old screen name. "casablanca."
I got a call at work from my land lady telling me my wife had a man in our apt. I was car pooling with a co worker cause I didn't have a car, so I called my brother who went to my house and found the guy hiding in the shower. He kicked him out. When I got home I told my wife to GTF out. She got the fur coat I bought her for Xmas out of the closet and headed for the door. I stopped her and took the coat and gave her a moth eaten yellow blanket she had when I met her and she walked out. She started living in a car belonging to a guy named Charley. I sued for divorce and was awarded full custody of our son. She was 17 and I was 22 at the time.
I was on a flight one time and lucked out to get a window seat unfortunately the guy in the middle seat weighed about 300 lbs and if that wasn't bad enough he had a newspaper spread wide open unto my lap. Even worse than that was he had the paper open the whole time to the sports section. I'm not a sports fan in fact I hate it but for the whole flight I had to look at pictures of football players and basketball and baseball games.
That boys father and mother should be thrown in prison for life......The mother said the boy is healthy, why,because he was fat? 2 PACKS A DAY????? The ignorance of some people boggles the mind.
Sometime after that, my mother took me to a big brick building and brought me up a couple of flights of stairs to a bench on the landing and left me there. I cried and begged her not to leave me but she turned around and walked away leaving me crying my eyes out. This, like all the things she did, was without any warning what-so-ever. I really felt like she was trying to get rid of me. First with the foster home then this. I found out years later from my father that she also had put me in the NY Foundling Hospital when I was just a baby. In fact that is where my dad met a hot blond nurse who he started dating and eventually married. He also told me that this woman was at my first son Tommy's Christening. I remember a middle aged blond woman who was there that I didn't recognize, that, he told me, was his wife. The building turned out to be a school. A strange woman heard me crying and came out of a room and brought me inside where there were a lot of kids my age. In a matter of minutes I stopped crying.
Kindergarten turned out to be a lot of fun and I loved playing with the wooden blocks that were about the size of bricks. I would place them on the floor in the shape of a boat and sit in the “boat” pretending to be the captain. School wasn't so bad after all. Then I went into the first grade and my teacher was a Mrs. Deutsch. She was a freckled faced short skinny red head with a nasty disposition. I was an active kid and she hated me. I probably had ADHD but nobody knew what that was back then. My mother was an alcoholic and probably drank like a fish even when she was carrying me. My older brother was also hyper active like I was so she was probably drinking when she carried him too. Anyway, one day Mrs. Deutsch separated me from the rest of the kids and had me stand in front of the class and told the other kids what a horrible person I was, that I was a failure and wouldn't amount to anything as she pointed a bony finger at me and said to the class “You don't want to be like HIM, do you?” She made me feel like a worthless POS. Remember I was only 6 years old. My self esteem was shattered. I reasoned that if I'm totally worthless there's nothing to be gained by doing anything in school. From that day on I never did classwork, homework or participated in any school activities. Mrs. Deutsch probably made an entry in my record that I was incorrigible and refused to do anything which followed me through Grammar school because every subsequent teacher treated me different from the other kids as if I was a bad kid. The only thing I did was take tests because I enjoyed them and I usually got very high scores. At my 6th grade graduation when the class pictures were being taken, the teacher whispered something to the photographers and they kept rearranging the seating positions of the kids. I was seated way to the right so that I wouldn't appear in the class group shot. Of course I didn't realize this was the plan until the yearbook came out and I wasn't in the picture.
Yesterday Feb 4th at 3:30 PM it was 68 degrees (20c) outside. I set my thermostat to 68 degrees, I could open all my windows and not feel the difference. February 4th think about it. When I was a kid we would be having snowball fights at this time of year.
Early memories I can honestly say that when I really needed a hero I didn't have one. This was during World War 2, my dad was never in my life, it was just mom, my 6 years older sister and 3 years older brother and much older brother Bobby who was off someplace overseas. He enlisted in the Army on December 8th 1941 and signed up with the paratroopers (101st airborne). During the war I had seen posters of Japanese soldiers throwing babies up in the air and skewering them on their swords as they fell back down. I was 4 years old at the time so I identified with those babies because I was one of them and I was sure that this would happen to me if we lost the war. I realize now that these posters were meant to make people hate the Japanese and for the most part they worked. I find it ironic that today I drive a Japanese car and it's not the first having had a Datsun PU several years ago. Then, I was 5 years old and I was on the corner of 86th street and 2nd ave when all of a sudden people went crazy. I'd never seen “grown ups” act like that before. They were jumping around and dancing and laughing and hugging and kissing each other. It was almost like somebody rang a bell and the place went nuts. I hurried home to tell my mother and she was acting all happy too. That's when I found out the the war was over. As far as I knew there was only 1 war but we were fighting 2 countries Germany and Japan.
A year or so later, my mother got me and Freddy a brand new suit and a Fedora hat. One night we got all dressed up in our suits and a friend of hers drove us down to the Staten Island Ferry. The ferry ride was awesome. Me and Freddy went out to the front of the ferry while it was going across the water and the wind from the bow was intense. My hat got whipped off my head and I watched it get folded over by the bow wave. Never saw it again. My mother was gonna kill me I thought. We got to this little house somewhere not too far from the ferry and went inside. I thought we were just visiting. There was a man and his wife and they had a boy about 1 year older than me. After a few minutes visiting my mother said now you be good boys for these nice people and left. The woman showed me & my brother Freddy where we would be sleeping. It was a double bed and we were going to share it. The only thing I remember about that bed was there was a little piece of embedded glow in the dark plastic in the headboard and I use to try to look through it wondering where the light was coming from. We spent several months there. I later found out it was a foster home. One day the lady went food shopping and took me with her. She had to use ration stamps which were still being used after the war. While we were living there, Winter came and it snowed and we went sledding down a big hill that was in a park across the street. It was a great time. Freddy was always kinda wild and one day he did something bad and the man slapped him in the face. He probably deserved it but the next time my mother called to talk to us, he told her the man slapped him and my mother came and took us home right away.
The measuring device is a La Cross WIFI indoor/outdoor Thermometer 915 MHz model WS-9245U-IT I also have an "Acu Rite" indoor/outdoor Thermometer taking the same readings and they agree with a tolerance of +/- 1 degree f.
There appears to be little doubt that the Earth is warming, what seems to be in dispute is how much, if any, human activity is exacerbating this trend. Anyone who dismisses the facts, that A; the Amazon rain forest is being burned down at an alarming rate by cattle farmers, that B; the rain forest in Southeast Asia is also being burned to the ground, C; the out of control wild fires in Australia, and D; that China in 2018 consumed 3770 metric tons of coal 4X as much as the next biggest country, India and 6X as much as the third biggest coal consumer the US, is in a severe state of DENIAL.
Like playing in the Stock Market, Wishful thinking is not a good investment strategy.
As I type this it's Feb 4th 3:40 PM East Coast time and the outside Temp is 68f. at my house. Below are historical temps at my house going back to 2010 FEB 04 Year Morning Temp 8AM 2010 24 2011 30 2012 42 2013 32 2014 32 2015 30 2016 54 2017 34 2018 35 2019 33 2020 52
It was a Yorkie, those dogs are worth some money, he probably could have sold it for a couple hundred bucks. Not only is he a POS, he's an ignorant POS.
ooby_dooby Forum Posts (7,670)
think about it. When I was a kid we would be having snowball fights at this time of year.
RE: Name that movie!!!!
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