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Divorce is a mighty tough pill to swallow. I can attest to that. You are both in my thoughts and prayers.

I Got A Line On You-------Spirit

OCW There are lots and lots and lots of musicians here on GSC. And yes, I do like to sing. (and play harmonica) ------------------------------------- Mr. Miller Thanks for that info. Music trivia interests me greatly.

Yep.

Zal lived somewhere in The Great White North but I'm not sure where (Though I think he might have been originally from L.A.) He died a couple years ago from heart problems.

Sorry it took so long to get back here. You are 100% correct, Mister Strange, that is, indeed, Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bobby Zimmerman

Here's the original At Last by Miss Etta James. No pictures so you have to close your eyes and listen.

Hi there, A la P. That whole Alison/Robert CD is totally Killah! I highly recommend giving a listen to Your Long Journey. ( a Doc Watson tune) Re: Nikki Thank you so much for calling my attention to her. What a talented young lady she is, indeed. Just wondering----Is she related to the late Zal Yanovski from Lovin' Spoonful and Mugwumps?

In 1966, Randy Wolfe joined Jimmy James and The Blue Flames as a 2nd guitarist.Jimmy James, who was born John Hendrix, aka Jimi Hendrix, needed a way to distinguish him from the bass player from Texas who was also named Randy.So, he called the bass player Randy Texas and the 2nd guitarist Randy California because that is where he was from.About a year later, Randy California formed his own band along with his well known jazz drumming step father, Ed Cassidy.They called the group----Spirit. Here's Spirit in 1968.

Not sure I understand the Question. Are you asking who gets top billing? (ie: "Why isn't it Patriots vs Giants"?)

Kinda reminds me of a song by the late Paul deLay called Stop Your Groanin' I got a 'lectric blanket And a radio too. And I get more warmth and conversation Than I ever got from you. Makes ya wonder if he ever had any ties to TWI.

I find myself wondering how they determine the "vintage".

"Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine."

Yup! Even now, if I'm in some sort of business meeting or seminar, I find myself wanting to string the chairs and duct tape the extension cords. The desire quickly passes though. :)

Religion is a zoo!! OK--- Now that I have your attention, I'll back up a step. When I was just a little whippersnapper, I was quite fond of capturing all sorts of creatures and critters. ("Snakes and snails, and puppy dog tails--------------------------") I would put them in a jar and watch their every move. Kind of a miniature zoo of sorts. Sometimes I would look at them through a magnifier. I would watch the grasshoppers "spit tobacco". I would look at them from every conceivable angle and sometimes even(GASP!) dissect them. Still, I had no idea what made them "tick", so to speak. In fact, the closer I studied them, the further I got from really understanding what their existence must be like outside the jar. Yet, when you see them zigging and zagging their way through an open field you appreciate them in a sense that transcends mere words. I think God is a bit like that. We put Him in this little jar we call "religion" and try to understand the vast picture He represents. Sometimes we look at Him through a magnifier. We look at Him from all kinds of angles ,and yet, it takes us further away from appreciating Him. Not understanding Him, mind you, just appreciating Him. When you witness a baby take its' first breath or hold someones hand as they take their last, there is some sort of wordless message from God in those moments. When you see the complexity with which the human body is constructed and the precision with which it functions, it just seems rather silly to think it all happened by chance. Now, that's not to discount the reality of evolution. Maybe evolution is a key component in the way the big scheme of things works. I don't know. But I think if you try to put God in some sort of jar, you miss the beauty of how he zig zags freely through the fields of life. Well, that's my take on it, for what it's worth.

I Got You, Babe----------Sonny & Cher

Seth Kinda weird how the essence of that isn't too different from the experience that I had. Life is wacky, ain't it?

If I remember correctly, we had to pay $6.00/week to the food co-op fund. To see that in perspective, that was about 3 hours pay at our day jobs for most of us. We made our own Mayo, salad dressing, sprouts, familia, etc. Whatever we couldn't make or grow, we bought once a week on "manna" night. We had red meat once a week. Don't get me wrong, I think the menu was actually pretty healthy. It just wasn't always very appealing ------or filling. My first year there, Susan L33ds was in charge of menu planning and coordinating the effort. I really think she did an outstanding job with what she had to work with. But think about it, 6x50= $300. That was a whole lot of money back in 1975. Plus, that only paid for breakfast and supper. We were on our own for lunch or anything else. And then we had rent & utilities and "house fund". It's hard to believe there wasn't at least SOME margin of profit just from these things. Add to that, we did limb work for free, had to ABS and sponsor a corps member to boot! I really don't think they ever had to use any "red ink" in the ledger. But then again, I'm no accountant so what do I know?

Hopped in my car this morning and tuned in "Deep Tracks"(XM)BLAM!Much to my delight, the song of the moment was Squib Cakes----Tower of Power(T.O.P.)What a way to start a Friday! :)Squib Cakes----T.O.P.

Hmmmmm. Let's see if I got this right. Go to bed at midnight(exhausted). Get back up at 5AM and start all over again. (So that's 5 hrs. of sleep, providing you zonk out as soon as your head hits the pillow.) Yep, I can see where that would offset possible sleep deprivation-----NOT!!!

Fellow Laborers was a 2 year "training program" located at/near the limb hq. The limb leader was the MOG(man of God) who oversaw the program. I'll have to see if I can find some info on it on some of the threads.

Howdy, Bingo Glad things are lookin' up.

Hi, OCW Hit your "enter" key when you want to drop down a line. If, on the other hand, you find you want to drop UP a line, your computer might be upside down!!!

HaHaHa! The title really caught my eye. In Fellow Laborers we always had to be in bed by midnight. The lights had to be out and there was no talking allowed. What happened if you violated the rule? Well, there was always the chance you could get kicked out of the program. Almost nobody had a TV. (or phone, for that matter.) It wouldn't have mattered anyway because they kept us busy from 5:00 AM until midnight. We had to work at secular jobs 40 hrs./wk. I remember people at work talking about this "hot" new show called "Saturday Night Live". I felt like kind of a ninny because I had no way to watch it so I could be part of the conversation. Our only real tie with the outside world was listening to the car radio as we traveled. (not many selections back in 1975.) I'm still at a loss when music from that period comes up in the conversation. I guess one of the first things I bought that was for ME was a car with a half way decent radio.

i'm only against priests who molest anybody. and those who think it's okay