dmiller

(I told this the other night in the chat room) A big burly man walks into a bar with an alligator. He looks at the bartender, and demands "Do you serve banjo pickers here??!! The bartender gulped, looked at the gator, and said "Yes SIR, we certainly do!" "Good", said the man. "One beer for me, and one banjo picker for my gator."

I love Sam's club for two reasons: A--) They have the cheapest gas prices in town, and; B--) I can buy 2 1/2 pounds of starbucks coffee there for 16 bucks. :)

Jerry Garcia, and Eric Clapton were on an airplane, which got grounded in the wilds of Africa, and they fell into the hands of a hostile tribe of natives. The natives told them that they were going to sacrifice them to their gods, but would grant them one last request. They looked at Jerry first, and said "What is your last request"?? Jerry said "I want to play *Truckin* the long version one more time. The natives said "fine. So be it". Then they asked Clapton what his last request was, and he said --- Sacrifice me first!!!!

What is the difference between a banjo, and an onion?? No one cries when you cut up a banjo. What is the difference between a banjo, and a trampoline? You take your shoes off, to jump on a trampoline. Are a viola and a violin the same size?? Yes. It's the violinist's head that is larger. Bach had 13 children. why were there no stops on his organ? What is that brown thing on the piano bench? Beethoven's last movement. What is the definition of perfect pitch?? Standing 30 feet from a dumpster and tossing a banjo in, without hitting the rim. If someone puts a baggie over the mouthpiece of a saxophone, Is that practicing *safe sax*? If you drop a banjo, and an accordian from a 30 story building rooftop, which hits ground first? Who cares.

Do you have a better explanation of mental illness? If so -- I am all ears. Not trying to be fracetious here. If you know what you are talking about, say on!

Bye bye Bears.

Horsies?? Horsies?? http://www.brownfish.com/cgi-bin/qt.pl?film=%22horsep%22 :D :D

I was rooting for Indy. :( What a game it was -- especially the last two minutes.

PHOTO BUCKET is a good site. :)

DAMMMMM!!!! (Could ya expect any less????)

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Raf --- thank you for posting this. I am praying ... praying.... praying... For this person who has questions, And looking for answers. David

Top of the world --- You said: I (personally) will not ever get rid of pfal stuff. It serves a purpose. And yea --- I miss my Thompson's chain reference bible !! (I gave it to a guy in Switzerland back in 1974. I was convinced that he needed it more than I.) :)

Can be got ...... Can be gotten.... Can be had .... :) :) Choose yer vocabulary of choice! ;)

Oh -- scuze my lack of manners. (I'm still thinking of that 98 bucks!) The book: can be got from CES

THIS: Is a whole lot cheaper, and more comprehensive!! ;) 98 bucks for the grifter's *work* --- PHHHHHHT!!!!

98 bucks for THIS!!????? Good Gawd!!! They can't even spell docvic's name right.

Should be one of these ----

Dammgummit -- said congrats in the chat room, but it bears repeating. :) Congrats, and best of wishes to the both of you! David

The happy family!! :)

I'm keeping everything I have. Reference materials, don'tcha know?! ;)

Well, I'll tell ya. I reached 8,000 posts here, and swore to myself that I would do *other things* (like re-discover fiddle) for a month or so, but this thread absolutely begged for a response on my part. Geo -- you know Mary, and you know me. She and I were splitting up about the time you met Suz. Like I've said before -- I was jealous of you for finding love, when mine was being dashed like so many waves of Lake Superior on the rocks that line the shoreline up here. She and I ended up divorced, but the difference between you and I is that I saw it coming, from a mile away. We were together for 10 years -- turbulent at times, but good ones none-the-less. She *dropped* all the hints that women do, and when I (in my ignorance) didn't pick up on them, she bluntly said "we need to go to a counsellor". So -- I agreed, but guess what? The ONE night *available* to her for counseling was Wednesday nights. Remember Sir Ben's?? And the bluegrass jams held there every Wednesday night? That was the ONE night of the week that I was *busy*, yet that was the ONE night that she had free from her weaving, spinning, yada, yada groups that she was involved with. Somehow I got castigated as the bad guy for not wanting to go on my night out, while she felt perfectly comfortable hanging on to her *commitments*, and expecting me to dump mine. Short of the long of it is -- I gave up my Wednesday night jam sessions to go to those sessions, and they produced no fruit. Matter of fact --- the bozo running the session suggested a *trial separation* so we could each live apart from each other, and contemplate. Well -- when I heard that, and her acceptance of it, I knew it was the *kiss of death*. I think you know the rest.... I ended up in that way home with Chr*s Granl*ch, and he made no bones about tellng me how fugged up I was, for not taking control Fast forward 21 years ---- She and I still speak to each other. She is re-married, and I am not. We still update each other on our respective families, because we each know the other is truely interested. Like someone else here said -- it does get better. It hurts at first, and it is the first few months/years that are the worst. Some find others in the mix, and some do not. Life goes on. David

And were they to make that apology, I still would not go back. I made it out safely the first time. I may not be so lucky the second. David

B)

It's only 7 1/2 months until September. :D