Ham

You know.. if this character came here and said.. "sorry, I was just an arrogant sonsabitch.." I'd say "fine. you are no different than me.." but no.. amazing where the question about bless patrol might lead, eh?

I just wonder how the old man had the temerity to hand him the keys with almost an empty tank.. what a maroon.. He probably handed the greasy little bastard a hundred to go out on the town.. fill er up? Naw..... now.. he pays da devil..

makes sense with your theology, doesn't it? I mean.. I've GOTTA be da devil, just to disagree with you.. yep

I pulled "bless patrol" just one single solitary time.. ROA 1977. It was in a very very small corner of wienervilleland.. the gas pumps. apparently the guy who was pulling that particular shift wanted to hear herr doktor teach Hebrews 11 that night.. so I was given a list. The owens, they can have all da gas they want. Joyful noise, will try to con gas out of you, do not let them pass.. (they never came, by the way..) but one odd character came for da gas. I says.. do not pass. "hmmph. I'm da SON of da bastard who runs this thing.. I deserves da gas.." I say something like.. "OK fella.. but it's really going to cost you your soul in the long run.." "whatever.." today.. I'm calling in the debt.. and to those who relay these little messages to the farm in the Mississippi mud.. pm me, and I'll give details where to send the check.. how.. what's the word.. pathetic. You sold your soul, for seventeen gallons of gas.. at early seventies prices nonetheless.. what a moron..

I'm glad they are doing well.. the three cats here tonight, it was bedlam.. I brought in three fresh catnip leaves and they went nuts.. the baby consumed all three leaves. Wouldn't let the other two have any. So I got out the grand stash, and gave the other two some while keeping baby occupied. There is literally catnip everywhere here.. there are three or four piles of the *real* stuff, and the baby, once getting the best of each pile, is presently at my desk, wrestling me for the container of the grand stash..

in that case.. maybe rosie's cats will win by default..

Your bet has been entered..

He may appear cute, fuzzy and harmless. But the staffers who will have to work with him will have to try to avoid nail fungus..

*Ladies and Gentleman, stand, and welcome your new president of da way international..*

Is this the same Williams? Only one to show up on the internet.. http://www.raceandhistory.com/historicalviews/williams.htm http://users.rcn.com/alana.interport/eric.html

well, that might be how some of us start.. or end up.. I started ham's radio shop when I was young.. people brought their old junk to me knowing I was only going to tear it to pieces.. It took about twenty years to learn how to put that kind of stuff back together..

actually, that might be how he's playing it out in his own mind.. "boo hoo.. one day, they'll BEG for me to come back.."

wouldn't surprise me either, and who's to say she hasn't already?

Welcome to the cafe, Calavicci.. can I call you Al?

I remember a friend and I watching a real big semi on Route 60 as we sat in Ruffner Park. It was marked "columbian". we both remarked at the same time, "wow... so that's where it comes from.."

I don't either. Sometimes I come back here the next day and lurk to see how much I have embarrassed myself There is no derailing here. 99% of my threads don't even START on a rail.. Your bet has been entered..

so why am I here. To observe.. somehow, the rest of creation can see through my eyes.. or some of it, at least.. at least others have.. I've gotten "involved" more than a few times..

Ha! What better non-assuming, non self-aggrandizing monarch, to rejoice with, in our midst..

I don't know how.. but somehow I know it is not going to be "well".. maybe not that. Just not "pretty".. I've made my peace here, watching some character pass business Calculus with some help.. if there is more, it is not up to me.. :) don't worry. I'm not suicidal or anything.. I'll keep going in this existence, as long as I can.. I know why I am here.. I'll stay here as long as I can..

me, on the other hand.. I've given instructions.. the way it looks, it won't be "pretty". so what to do.. put me in a lawn chair in the woods somewhere.. and walk slowly away.. it really is too much to put on another human being.. If you have the convenience.. play some Spirit or Grateful Dead, and have a party..

I still think the donster. she will live ten years longer than da current prez. Brain tumors subsiding, that is.. you figure ten years of what is "available".. then in da way's mind, it just has to be.. figure ten years. rosie likely won't care (or notice between drooling undecipherable phrases) who is da *prez*.. I would bet my non-retirement on the donster..

why did he choose lcm.. I would at least chalk it up to insanity..

good possibility.. only She knows where the Swiss account numbers are hidden. Kind of like the hairdresser..

and your bet has been entered. Obviously an intellectually superior alternative than his predecessor..

and those who do.. we have a name for them.. lucky bastards.. I hope you get what you want friend..