J0nny Ling0

Here's one for ya, except that this is a "name that actor" riddle in that he said this in a number of his movies: "That'll be the day..."

Nope. Susie married Steve Axtel shortly after she graduated from the Tenth Corps. It may even be that they got married in the Corps weddings in 1982. She was a good pal of mine, and I can see why any guy could be crazy about her. She was (and probably still is) the love of God personified. A most excellent woman. Was David Kramer the semi-wealthy guy who sponsored her in the Corps and came to Emporia to visit her all of the time? I was kinda jealous of that guy...

Well, I have a son who just graduated with failing grades. He played around most of the year, but during the last two weeks, even though he had missed deadlines on important assignments, they decided to extend the deadline to the last day of school so he could graduate. He still played around for a week, but then finally got around to doing the work which he finally got in on the very last day. The work was actually very good, for in reality, he is brilliant. He is an intense reader, and his vocab is excellent. For him, math is a snap when he applies himself. At any rate, his last grades were updated to "D's", and he passed. Honestly, he is such a clown, and a disruption at times (very popular kid), I think that they just wanted him out of there, gone. And, I am like all of you who believe that the standard should be high, and that kids should pay the price for screwing off. Believe it or not, I feel this way. But here is the big "but": This school was, for my son, nothing but a "social club". A day at school for him was like a day at the bar for a drinker who likes to cut up, get high on alcohol, and tell stories, and try and pick up chicks. Personally I am relieved that he is out of there bad grades and all, because now, he can get on with real living and working, and seeing what reality is all about. For, in the real world, if you don't "cut it", you get fired, and then your bills don't get paid. And so, even though I know in my heart that he didn't really earn the right to graduate as many kids did, I am glad he is out, and I am glad that he doesn't have the chance to go there next year as a member of the same lame social club, with all of it's laxities. I wish the schools were tougher all the way around. But in this case, since things evolved the way they did, I am glad he is out, has his diploma, and can get on with it. I am thinking that he ought to join the United States Coast Guard and become some sort of tech person, which he could fit into quite easily.

Nice to read this Ex, thanks. Keep it up. If it's no problem that is...

Oh yeah, Queensland. That's in the North where your swamps are. Our swamps are down south, yours are up north. Seems like it's all bassackwards Down There. But ya know, I always kinda liked the crock guy. Very interesting and well informed on the reptile thing, and interest I had as a kid ya know. I me own self have been bitten at least twenty or thirty times by various non poisonous snakes. I even caught, by hand, a cotton mouth when I was about twelve. no bite, thank God... But that crock guy screwed up when he took his own baby in the cage with the crock. Scared the crap outa a lot of people! It looked like he was hanging on to a piece of chicken or something, but, it was his kid!! Anyway, sounds like you are having a fine time of it Fostersipper. Yes, Mr Tuttle found a good one when he called you that... Have you seen any fruit bats yet?

You seen the Crock Guy yet?

Nice post ExCathedra. And I too would love to read Jim Doops take on TWI. Is there a way for any of us to get a hold of a copy? If it is not published or posted on the net, it seems as if you must have received a personal copy. With Jim's permission, could it be scanned into your computer and then posted somewhere? Sorry to hear of the things you went through before you met VPW, and then how he must have taken advantage of that as you say. I don't know much about you, but by some of the things you have shared, specifically what you shared in your last post, you must have been terribly used. Like you may know by things I have said, I never really experienced too much abuse in The Way, and it has taken me time to see and accept that VPW did a lot of very bad things. I hope all is well and that you ahve a great day! Jonny

Hey, thanks Fortunateone. Anyone else have any response to my query?

How can we be sure that these changes are "punishments"? Is this an assumption, or does anyone have any real evidence that Harvey, let's say, has done things to pi$$ Rosalie off which earned him the new assignment? I mean, maybe Harvey just wanted a change. But, I haven't been around TWI for a long long time, and so maybe you folks who stayed so long know a whole lot more about it than I. Oh, I call him Harvey not "Harve", because that's what we called him in high school and at parties when we were fellow stoners and such. When he began to insist on "Harve" in the Corps, I always made it a point to call him "Harvey", in an effort to remind him of our simple beginnings. In fact, I liked old Harvey. He was always very kind and loving. That's why it floored me that he stayed in, and later, became the VP. Does anyone know or have first hand facts about him being wicked to people when associating with them directly? I know that his continued support of TWI is tantamount to dealing wickedly with people, for to support such wicked micro-management, legalism, and "believer degradation" is tantamount to TWI wickedness, but did he ever really treat people directly with the same wicked disdain that LCM did? Really, I am only curious here...

Ozbirdau- Check your private topics, I sent you a message there... JL

Some may laugh, for here in America, this song has become the brunt of a joke. But, I really loved "Kum-bi-yah", or however you spell it. Beautiful when people harmonize it...

You can do it fellas! And remember, now that you are a non smoker,; "Why would you, a non smoker want a cigarrette anyway? You are non smokers now!"

And thank you so very much Belle and Matilda. And congrats to you and Reid also Matilda! Yeah, it was some moment to be sure. Thanks for the support you all, really, it's been a tough couple of months, and your support was/is a blessing.........:)-->

Oh no! I haven't figured it out yet! My mind must be going. But I will ask Mrs Lingo about that softball game. I'll be back...

Thank you Mr Ham, and thank all of you. His plans? He keeps teasing me that he wants to go "on a road trip" with a bunch of his pals in a dilapidated van, or buy a fifteen hundred dollar stereo system (complete with a mega sub woofer) for his friend's car, but,he does have a construction job lined up for the summer at 14.00 an hour, which is pretty good money around here for a kid, which will be good for him. What does he want to do with his life? He doesn't know, and neither do I. He is very musical, and earned himself great honors in the choir and orchestra this year. But unfortunately his lack of attendance gave him lousy grades, and he was not allowed to go on the State (yes he made State)international honors choir tour in Europe , which he earned a place on. He says he'd like to be a music teacher, but really is not very clued in when it comes to the type of effort, diligence, and study required to acquire such a degree. And so, I think, at least in my own opinion, that it will be good for him to have a steady job for awhile, and learn about the things that make life meaningful, such as hard work. And then maybe he will begin to aspire toward something he is interested in. Actually, I have a good friend here in Juneau, who was recently elected as a representative for a rural district in Alaska. He has offered to get Trevor a job as either a Senate Page, or a Page in the House of Representatives, when the session reconvenes in the fall. Trevor has brightened at the idea, and it would be a very good entrance in to State Government employment, which is actually very good here in Alaska. And so, we'll see I guess...

Hey there Outin88, You have me wonderin who you are of course...Private topics? Yeah, Alaska's great. My only regret is that we are so far away from my Mom and she doesn't get to see my kids very often. She's on the East Coast, and we are 5,000 miles away...

This just in. I got a call at 2:00 a.m. this morning. I was so asleep, that I didn't have time to think "Oh no, it's in the wee hours after graduation night, I hope all is well with the kids partying and all that". And when I said; "Hello", it turned out to be Trevor. He says; "Hey dad, sorry to wake you, but I just gotta tell you this! I'm $2005.00 richer! I won the Graduating Seniors Annual Raffle at the annual "Safe Graduating Party!" sponsored by the local citizens!" I said; "You're kidding", and he assured me that no, he was now $2005.00 richer, and had the check in his pocket. Wow, now that is way kewel. And so I told him not to spend it all in one place, and that I'd see him sometime tomorrow (today). Wow. Cool...

Yup, he did it! He had to burn the midnight oil up until the very last day, but he made it. Today was the graduation ceremony, and when they read his name, he had insisted on having my knick name of "Tiger" read off in between his middle name and our last name. Ok, his name is Trevor Clay Nye, but it was read off as Trevor Clay "Tiger" Nye. My Mom and Dad always called me Kevin Clay "Tiger" Nye (when they were happy with me anyway), and Trevor knew this. And so, to honor me, he insisted that his name be read off as such. And, it shocked me for a moment, for, it almost sounded like my own name which I had never had read off at a highschool graduation ceremony, for, I was a dropout/stoner. Needless to say it melted my heart and I choked back the tears long enough to get a photo of him being handed his diploma. And, to his credit, he played the whole thing "straight". A lot of the kids wore goofy things like backwards ballcaps under their square "mortar board" caps, garish beads around their necks, and etc. One girl wore a pair of seal fur Muk-Luks up to her knees and nothing but a bathing suit underneath (), but Trev played it straight. He wore his Armani suit pants, nice shoes, and a tuxedo shirt under the gown. And as he crossed the stage and accepted his diploma, he didn't shout out as some did, or make a scene which I honestly thought he might do. Instead, he seemed to be in awe of it all. The head principal gave him a hearty hug. Now don't get me wrong, I don't pass judgement on those kids who did ham it up, for they had that right I spose, in that it was "Their Day" culminating all of those years of school. But it seemed as if Trevor knew that he was priviledged to be there. He did grin like a baboon as all of the girlies squealed in delight as his name was called though... And so, we took him to dinner down on the wharf at a really nice restaurant overlooking the harbor and the cruise ship dock. And one last thing that capped it all off was this: The assistant principals, the retiring principal, the new principal and their spouses also came to dine there. The assistants, who know Trevor only too well because of his antics and various "disciplinary situations", smiled in our direction a few times. No doubt they were relieved that the "Trev Head" was out of their hair and would not be back next year. He really was a major handfull fore shore. At any rate, I told my two youngest boys, Luke and Riley, that they should go over to the table and say "hello" to Mr. Staley, Trevor's arch nemesis. And so they did. They walked over and Riley, 13 and in the eight grade next year said; "Are you Mr. Staley?" All of these folks just stared at Riley and Luke (age nine) who are spitting images of Trevor, but in smaller form. So Staley says; "Well yes I am. And who might you boys be?" And they both said at the same time and with mischievous grins; "We're Trevor Nye's brothers, and we just can't wait to go to your school!" And they all busted out laughing and shook the little boys's hands and assured them that they were looking forward to their arrival at Juneau Douglas High School. The new principal looked on, knowing that obviously there was some history with their older brother. I think it capped off their day as well... And so, praise God for a nice ending/new beginning. Tonight of course, there is the "graduation party" somewhere, but at least they have a designated driver. Apparently they are having the party at a local businessmans mansion while he is out of town. Pray for this man's home!!

I quit in 92 after having started the fool habit in 1969 in seventh grade. I quit cold turkey three or four or six times during that entire perod, with many of my "quits" lasting between 6 months and even one and a half years. Cold Turkey is the only way to go. and I agree with this: I never once had any physical symptoms of "addiction" that came even close to the time when I quit coffee cold turkey a couple of times. When I had quit coffee, I had intense headaches, unbelieveable lethargy, and then more headaches. After the third day though, All was well and fine, and the addiction was out of my system for good. Until I started to drink coffee again of course. Now with cigs, the only thing I had to deal with was that "want to" thing. I simply wanted to smoke. But I felt no "nicotine convulsions" as one dear pal of mine refers to the "want to's", just a desire to smoke. Now, the thing I did with my mind to cancel out the "want to's" was simply to tell myself; "Naa, why would a non smoker like me want a cigarrette?" You see, non smokers do not want cigarrettes, for they are just that, non smokers. And this is the way in which I dealt with it. Worked for me.... I will tell you that you will not quit smoking until you really want to quit smoking, and until that day really comes, why kid yourself with patches, plastic "pseudo cigs", "dial a drag" minimizer cig holders and all of the rest. Just frickin smoke and enjoy it! I imagine that the guilt and the fear is also unhealthy for you, so you may as well enjoy it until you finally make up your mind that it is OVER. And when that day comes, you will quit. A big motivator for me was when an old ex-Way Rev friend of mine used to ridicule me about my "religious bug" rearing it's ugly head again during those time when I was trying to quit. Then, I'd finally succumb to his pressure to relax and enjoy smoking without the guilt and etc. But finally I got really pi$$ed off that this Rev. guy didn't think I could quit and that I ought to quit being so "religious" and all of that, so I just up and never smoked again. Funny that someone mentioned dreaming about it. Every once in awhile, I have a dream that I actually went back to smoking in the very same manner that I did go back to smoking during the years of "quitting and starting". And it seemed so real in my dream that I am thinking that I really did start again, and "I just can't believe it after all of these years of not smoking!" But then I wake up, and I realize that my resolve had held after all. I never desire to smoke these days. The only time I smoked anything since was in a bar up in Delta Junction, Alaska. There was this really nice looking gal who was just so tough and cool, and she took a shine to me. And when she lit up a see-gar I couldn't believe it! A see-gar smoking woman! And when she offered me a drag, I was as a sheep led to the slaughter. Not only did I take a drag, I inhaled! And, I didn't cough, she thought me "cool" or whatever, and we had a nice conversation around a good number of "cold toddies". But Raf, you can do this, if you really want to. You can join the ranks of those who have kicked the habit. It's not hard at all, when you decide that you want to, for, Why would a non smoker want to smoke a cigarrette?

I've thoroughly enjoyed this thread with you Mainers. It sounds like your love for Maine is similar to the love we Alaskans have for our state. Maine sounds wonderful! And, I had to laugh when I read that people from outside of Maine are known to be "From Away". In Alaska, we say that someone is from "Outside". And if we leave the state, this is referred to as "going "outside", or having "been outside". "Hey, where's Jonny Lingo been these days? Oh, he's Outside somewhere. Went down to Oregon to see his daughter or something..." Yup Maine sounds wonderful. And, you have those delicious Maine lobsters! We don't have any lobsters up here. But we do have Dungeness, Tanner, and King Crab, which makes up for it fer sher. Watch out for those evil black flies though! Ya know, we actually have a cousin to those blackflies. They are called "white socks". They are the northwest version of the black flies, a little smaller, and each of their legs are tipped with white. Evil little biters! Well, I know what it means to want to live in a place where life is simpler and less crowded, with moose walking through your yard, and bears raiding the trash cans. Best wishes to you all and may "Happy" be found by all of you! P.S. I have two great friends from the Tenth Corps (they are married) who live up in Madawaska, ME up near the Canadian border. He has kept me somewhat in touch with Maine over the years...

Mrs Lingo sez "Oh my Gawd! But now we have someone to go and visit down in Australia!" Well if you want to send an e-mail, our new e-mail address is nyetribe@gci.net Take care and look out for that weird "crock guy". He might try to feed your willy to a crock, or somethin..Crykie!!

Wow Fellowtripper, that is some move! From "Oklahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plain..." all the way down to Australia! That's amazing Rondo, fore shore. I never woulda thought that a homeboy like you woulda done it. But that is way cool brother. You must be having the time of your life! And the little okies are with you? And...the little lady! So happy for you bro...Have a great time. I'm going to go and tell missus Lingo right now....

Well there Fellowsipper/roofer, if I could I'd buy you a cold one for you down under. What would it be? Fosters? KB Tooth? So, you are visiting? Or have you moved there to live there forever down under? Well, G'Day Mate! Fellow dad of a couple of Okies, "Jonny" p.s. Alaska Standard Time (AST) would have been 1:30 p.m.

Well now Belle, I really do not like any Canadian whiskies (Crown Royal being the best of it), and for some reason I just do not like Jack Daniels. It seems to have a "sweet" taste to it. I can't stand Scotch, and this fits very well with the old adage from John Wayne which my dear departed Pappy used to repeat; "Never trust a man who drinks Scotch". Ted Kennedy is a Scotch drinker by the way... For an all around (not expensive but still very good) bourbon, I like Jim Beam. Old Gran Dad is good too. But for the expensive bourbons, I like Knob Creek and Wild Turkey 101 and a few others. I like to refer to Wild Turkey as "Wild Turkey Liquor". That just seems to give it a good old boy ring to it. These bourbons all seem to have that "hint of charcoal" in them, which I am partial to. I never mix any of them either. Either straight or on the rocks... Now, Mr Anderson, thank you kindly for that e-mail back at the start of this thread. I just cannot sit and bear to read all of these pages in this thread. I just don't take the time I guess. But wow, really it certainly seems as if you have some serious dtractors here! For instance Steve! said; Wow Steve! Wazzup with that? Anyhoo, I guess I'd better catch up with this thread. I have been out with a virus for a few weeks, but now have myself all squared away with some decent protection. Always remember to wear some protection fellas! Belle, it would be nice to sit down there in Florida with you and sip some whatevers that we'd like. You seem to be cool girl... ;)-->

Ala P, If you listen carefully, with your ear inclined to the western wind, you can hear me playing Happy Birthday to you on my harmonica! Happy Birthday girl! I looovvve yoouuu! --> "Jonny"