J0nny Ling0

Heya Lori! Happy Birthday to ya!!! Vaya Con Dios, Kevin

Hey Groucho! So very nice to hear kind words from you! Really, it IS way nicer to hear from you in a kind manner. And so, God bless you....Eh? :) And thanks DMiller for posting the pics. Maybe it doesn't work for me because I don't know how to "downsize" the photos. Because, sometimes I am able to do that, and other times, when doing the same dang thing, it doesn't work. What's the secret?

Yeah Johniam, that was some weird s hit we allowed ourselves to get into. Glad we made it. Some may make fun of us for allowing our minds to be screwed with like that, but, no doubt everyone has had their past mistakes. I am simply thankful to still be alive today....

I think that the Greek Islands in the Med would be so fine. But I don't know much if even anything about the politics there. However, I haven't heard anything negative about it. I'll bet the culture and the people are really neat. I have known some American Greeks who I thought were awesome. One, one of my wife's best friends last name is Panteliedes. An awesome person. But yes, back to Canada. Nice country, and I have always enjoyed the "Whitehorsians". Nice, friendly laid back people. But, I don't think I would enjoy giving up 50% of my paycheck though, just to live there. Alaska Dot... http://www.mightygreattrips.com/Pictures/juneau.jpg My town... Dang, I just can't seem to be able to post a photo here. http://www.alaskavacationstore.com/images/juneau.jpg

I've been to Malta. Kinda neat there, but I wouldn't want to live there. We had to drop an engineer off there because he broke his foot Smashed it rather. But at least because of him we got to put into port for a day to get him into a hospital. Now as far as Canadia goes, Dot, maybe you should check out Whitehorse in the Yukon Territory. It's a neat place. My wife and I go up there to go for a shopping/romantic getaway/ kind of a time. Or, we go camping at a hot springs there which is nice too. But all in all, Dot, you should really come to Alaska. We are 2 and a half times bigger than Texas, but our total population is only 670,000. We are Americans, but, we refer to any other place besides Alaska as "Outside". We refer to the Lower Forty eight as "America". Like; "Well, I'm going down to America to visit my Mom." Or; "I'm going Outside for a few weeks, I'll be back August 5th...." So, we are Americans, but very independant and enjoy a lifestyle found no where else, in my opinion...

I didn't experience the paranoia thing until after I did some tripping on acid. Yes, it was after my brief three month hiatus, when I first "paranoided out", but I distinctly remember it having some of the same weird feelings that I'd had on my last acid trip which turned into a really bad trip. That last acid trip was the end of any kind of chemicals for me to be sure. But I wondered if there was a connection. And when I say that I experienced paranoia when stoned later down that road, one of the forms that it took was this: I would begin to fear that I would say something stupid, or lose my train of thought, draw a "blank" and forget what I was talking about. And sure as shootin, as soon as the thought; "I hope I don't forget what I am talking about" would enter my head, I would promptly forget exactly what I was talking about. Sometimes even in mid sentence. It was embarrassing, confusing, and just plain awful! And so, the only logical thing to do for me was to quit smoking pot. And I did, and my conversational abilities reteurned to me. And I have talked to many many people who have described the same effects and also quit for that same reason. And, I will tell you this, I have played a number of very drunk pool players who outshot me all night. Not to say that being drunk is better than being stoned, but, some can shoot even better when they are drunk. I used to play in wintertime pool tournaments every Wednesday night at Haines, Alaska's Fogcutter Bar. This one indian dude would get really drunk, and many times would win the whole thing and get the coveted "Black T-Shirt". I only won it once, and am proud to have won it. Maybe I should have gotten drunk like good old Cochise did and maybe I would have won more often....

It was a blast at first (8th grade through 11th grade years), and I really lost many social inhibitions because of it. I loved all of the laughing, Chinese Firedrills at stop lights with my stoner friends, munchie attacks and Krispy Kreme Donuts and coffee (yeah!), and it was really fun to get high. But then, after three months in a "boot camp" situation as a trainee at a Merchant Marine Academy, the first time I got high again after so long of a time without, it was way weird. It all just changed on me. Extreme paranoia, and I hated it. I kept trying to "get back with it" by getting high with old friends, but the result was always the same. It screwed with my short term memory, and made me way weird socially. And so, I quit the stuff back in 1974, a year before I became a faithful Wayfer. The other thing I don't like about reefer is that it is a real "ambition killer", particularly for kids. We used to call it having the "I don't give a f u cks" in high school. "Hey man, you goin to make 1st period?" Naa, "I don't give a f---, let's smoke another joint....." as we proceeded to flunk and drop out. And I have seen that big time in my 20 year old son, although he did graduate good and proper. And so, all in all I hate the stuff for what it does to people in the long run. I think that alcohol, in spite of it's particular destructive nature serves humans better when it comes to a "vice". But, I do support the right of the people to make their own choice as to whether or not they should smoke or not smoke it, just like with alcohol. The Governement should get off peoples' backs, and chase some real criminals. My 20 year old son did just grab a job as a roofer though, and I am really happy about that. Maybe he is growing up some...

My favorite? Bob Nelson, hands down! "Football is my life. If it wuddn't for football, I wouldn't be playin' football today......"

Still prayin for you Mo... :) :love3:

Interesting. I am by no means a scholar when it comes to grammar. I was a spelling bee winner once, and as a 3d grader, beat the entire fourth, fifth, and sixth grade, all except for Tracy Shlechter, with whom I came to a stand off. And so, we were both declared winners, and it was way cool for me being a 3d grader. But as time has gone on, I have become rusty, but still spell fairly well, and because I am a prodigious reader, have a decent handle on grammar. Now, when it comes to the forum here, we all know that there are "typos" made, and that there are those whose grammar isn't particularly that good. And, we usually let things slide because we are here for reasons other than correcting eachother's grammar. But, when it comes to my wife and kids, typing e-mails and etc, I have been strict in telling them that they should use proper grammar when it comes to at least capitalizing proper nouns, the beginnings of sentences, etc. I tell them; "What, now that there is the internet, all grammar goes out the window?" I believe that if one practices bad grammar on the net, one will develope bad habits off the net. And so, that it what I tell my family, and, I believe the same should go for everybody. BUT, folks out here in Cyberland are not my family, and so they can do as they choose. But, that's my opinion anyway...

Sounds cool! It would be fun to do it! Best of luck to ya!

Since there is no logicical answer to your question other than that of a supernatural nature, I truly believe that the Bible supplies the answer that these people must be posessed by the spirit of murder. And it just makes me sick.

Yes, it is a bit morbid, to think about it that is...

I don't want to croak, for I want to be here for my kids and their kids as long as possible. But as far as the actual croaking goes, even though it is an austere thought, I guess I just figure that when the time comes, I will be more attuned to looking fwd to my eventual waking up on that Gathering Day when we get to meet our Lord Jesus Christ face to face. Be nice if he came back before my demise, which is a wonderful and major part of the Hope of his return. "Oh what a Day that will be when my savior I shall see, when I look upon the Face of he who saved me by his grace.....!" And, would I want to go down in a "blaze of glory", or simply die quick and fast. Probably the latter. But not for a long long time, for, I am only fifty, and I don't want my kids to cry. When I pray to God for my health and longevity, I always make the request in light of my Children's happiness, and to spare them the loss of either of their parents which would be me and Mrs. Lingo...

Happy Birthday Excathedra!

It's just me. Jonny Lingo.

I have been a stick in the mud when it comes to frying pans. We have used iron frying pans forever, properly kept and oiled afetr use. But, I have been considering "going the other way" with some good stuff for me wife. What would be some really good cookware, frying pans included?

Happy Birthday Doojable!

Put pineapple on your pizza while yer at it.

Yeah, the Drinkwaters. Great folks. I still have a baseball signed by Bruce (it was Bruce, right? Been awhile I guess) because on the day that they announced that the Eighth and Tenth Corps were going to a Royals baseball game, Bruce came out dressed like a ball player and was introduced as "Boom Boom Drinkwater". He then made the announcement, and tossed out a hard ball with "Boom Boom Drinkwater" signed on it. I caught the ball, and still have it. We had some fine times. And with the 12th we had some fine times too! Remember the Flying Firkins Nooch?

It's only six minutes long, and is not mushy. It just shows so many phases of our military. I think it's a nice human interest thing. You may not want to take the time, but if you are interested in our capabilities, I think you might like this.

Praying for you down here in Juneau TL. (((((((Temple Lady))))))))) JL

Funny you said this Johniam: This week, earlier, week I had the song "Last Train To Clarkesville" running through my head. That was a nice song, really. And, on Wednesday evening, I was listening to a bunch of John Phillip Souza marches. I love Semper Fidelis as a matter of fact. I count it a major blessing to have had a band director in high school who had us playing lots of Souza marches. I have four kids, and all have been in Band playing trumpet like I did (well, my daughter played flute), but not a single band director has had them play any Souza marches or any patriotic songs for that matter. Sad commentary, that. I also listened to some Big Band stuff. In The Mood, String Of Pearls, etc...

Girls, doesn't the album cover of "Man O War" just do it for you? And, eyes Open, I think that Tino might just get along with those naked "Orleans" guys....

I delivered The Washington Post when I was in fifth grade which would have had me at ten years old. I delivered 70 papers seven days a week. I was up at 0400, and out the door by 0430. Finished the route 0600. I made 70 bucks a month. Did that for two years. The next job was that of working at an Esso Station pumping gas. I was in the ninth grade when I started that one. Ninth graders are 14 I think. And the rest is.....history.....