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Cars

I remember being a kid and looking thorugh the classifieds at car ads. I'd see option shorthand, like P/S, P/B, P/W, P/L, Air, Cruise, Tilt and think to myself "that's a nice car". It was probably a listing for a Buick Park Avenue or Olds 88 or something. Those were nice cars in their own right.

2216

The days since my last post. And I'm still not a simpleton.

383

The number of days since the last post.

I'm still not a simpleton.

Other Blog

see my other thoughts here

3 day party

There was a 3 day party at BG Old World tavern in Euclid Thursday night. A great time was had, and lots of money was raised for boobs.

Hooray!

freinds

My friend Ray and I don't talk much anymore. I should call him and wish him well.

friends of friends

I have a friend, he goes by audient. he links to several other blogs from his, most of which I peruse. a friend of his has a bad cleveland accent and is moving back here.

i admire her (their) decision and hope she is not shy about telling the "down on cleveland" type that she came back willingly and that they can suck wind.

i've lived outside of cleveland and am happy to call it home. i'm glad this person I don't know is coming back and hope we might be able to make acquaintances through my pal audient.

good day

silly

why is this still working, i deleted it almost a year ago?

Really, this is still live?

Come on....

Something doesn't feel right

I'm not last on the Audient files sidebar anymore.

Weird

I'm bored

Friday night, I'm home. I've no beer or chips or popcorn. Just water.

I am the only white person on my street, and I don't care. My neighbors accept me, and have made me feel welcome, for that I am thankful.

We all need to think about what we say before we say it and be able to take criticisms as easy as we dish them out. Understanding that our opinion isn't the only one is a good thing too, and letting people have theirs is important.We also need to leave peoples business to themselves. We also need to be nice, and not so openly critical of people.

Hole in the water

I went to the Edgewater Yacht Club tonight for a work function and was talking with members about boating. I know this much ][ about boating.

Steph thinks I need to buy a boat.

I bet I could afford this one...

Thanks for the party, Audient

I think these are my two favorite pictures from Halfway to Dead

the first tailgate

a good time was had by all.

Man, it's Friday already.

A fast week indeed!

I was out all day yesterday on calls, and I'm happy to report that my Great Balls of Fire Dell laptop is intact. No flamage here.

Tailgating this afternoon should be a blast!

I'll leave you withthis picture taken some time ago from atop (about 170 feet up) the St. Stephens bell tower on the west side of Cleveland.

I was still a roofing inspector

I remember the day clear as a bell. It was about 10:15 or so in the morning. I was on a roof participating in a progress meeting with Doug Dangerfield. We left Charles Orr School and Head over to JFK off 55th.

The sky was clear as an early fall day could be. I remember noticing all the planes coming in, and it didn't seem like any were going out.

We got to JFK and I had the radio on, when I got of my car, I walked up to Doug's Jeep. WIth a puzzled look he asked if I heard what was gong on. I had.

We started another meeting, and I wandered away to find the principal hollering then found the head custodian glued to a 5" portable black and white tv.

That meeting ended and I followed Doug to another. I don't really remember it.

I remember trying to find my way up 55th to the freeway with all the other folks around 12 that day.

My mother called me, she was hysterical. She had been trying to get me on my cell "for over an hour", she cried/mumbled/blurted out, I've never heard panic or terror in her voice like I did that day, not even the night I wrecked my car and called her from a ravine. I told her I was fine, that I was on my way home and that I would call her when I got there. I did call, and she seemed a little better, just a little.

For the next three days I watched footage and reports and clips and talking heads and pundits and the press and the president and congress sing "God Bless America" on their steps and I cried almoast as much as I have ever cired. Thinking about it makes me well up. My Dad called, he was in a hotel in Pheonix I think wathcing it too.

In spite of my comments on my thoughts of the events over on Jess' blog, it was a hell of a day. I remember it like the day I watched the Challenger footage in Mrs. Schupska's 5th grade class and the Columbia footage in Steph's living room; clear as can be.

I'm not ready to see the Twin Towers movie because of my thoughts or political leanings, I'm not ready to see it because I'm not ready to cry again. Just seeing the comercial for the movie brought all these thoughts to the top of my head. Seeing the satelite shot of Lower Manhattan smoking into the atmosphere gives me pause.

The day I saw the hole, I cried like a baby. I have the pictures somewhere, I don't like looing at them.

I'm not sure what happened that day, but I pray it never, ever happens again.

phones in the bathroom

Twice now I have seen posts on friend's blogs relating how they were in the can at work. Not unusual to have to back out a steamer at the office, I say, done it myself many a time. However, these friends of mine told tales of overhearing co-workers having conversaiton on their (the co-workers) cell phone and also mentioned thier apprehension at flushing for fear of being rude.

I say to hell with the person on the phone. I hate it when I talk to people and they are in the can. I wouldn't stand in your bathroom at your home and talk while you are taking a leak or dropping duece. I think it's rude to be part of a phone conversation when the other person is making boat soap, and I don't do it to my friends.

So the next time you find yourself in that predicament, flush, flush, flush away!

Another thing that doesn't make sense; I heard a radio comercial for Walgreens pharmacy (spoken in english) bragging up the fact that if a costomer don't speak english, they can have their local pharmacist call another pharmacist that speaks their language. Think about it...

If you don't speak english, will the english spoken comercial mean anything to you? And second, how they be able to ask for the other pharmacist?

I hope the pharmacists don't take calls while they're in the can whipping up some septic fruits!

thanks dave

to the dave, thanks for stopping. I sit here in the back yard, and am a loner. Not sure when I'll have folks over next.

in the yard

Mr. Bebout and I are in the yard. Where are all you?