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Hello there, Noni Have you visited Christian Cloud Abraham's site? http://www.thewritingmachine.net/ He has some really fascinating accounts that deal with growing up as a "wayfer".

YES!!! We have a winner!!

Hi, Jonny "Harpy" New Year to you too! Ummmmm.---- For those who don't know------Jonny plays harmonica(harp) :)

The Fab Four with Billy Preston

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Many times I've been alone, And many times I've cried. Anyway, you'll never know The many ways I've tried.

Thanks, Nathan for taking the time to give me that info on your FL program. It doesn't sound very much like the old FL program but does resemble what used to be called "Way Homes". My comment about the truck stop was really tongue-in-cheek. You see, my "handle" is derived from the name of a truck stop that was frequented by FLO called Wayside Truck Stop. I didn't expect you to know that. It was just something silly I tossed in there. waysider

-- and I served on the Danville train."

Thanks, exxie, for putting it in perspective for me. :)

The only "canned message" I can recall getting was the announcement that VPW had died. I don't think I was asked to pass it on or write it down. It seems like I was asked to listen but not respond. Not sure on that. Once, when I was living in a small town as a field assignment(1974 or 75), I received a call to report(by phone) to Int HQ immediately. Then, they gave me very specific instructions to set up a public meeting for VPW to preside over. It came as a directive, not a request. No questions were allowed. After I knocked myself out making phone calls and spending lots of my own money to get the meeting organized, it was cancelled at the last minute. I do remember that, in Fellow Laborers, from time to time we would be summoned to report to the "FL basement" where we would have compulsory "seasons of prayer". It was like drudgery because it was usually at a time when we would normally be sleeping and we didn't get much of that to start with. I also recall having a big season of prayer in twig(not FLO) for revelation to be given for the placement of WOWs and Corps. I think that was in about the mid 80s. Then, we had to put that at the top of our "lift list" for a week or two. HaHaHaHA---Then I come to find out years later that they basically made decisions based on who had cars and money, etc. and that they even resorted to throwing darts at a dartboard to narrow things down, at least one time. Meanwhile, VP belittled denominational religions for placement of missionaries based on , as he called it, senses information. He said they should just reach up in the cookie jar like he did--- RIIIIIGHT! And the whole time, there we were, SIT-ing our butts off and losing precious sleep. I feel kinda foolish in retrospect for thinking my little mental jibberish was somehow having a profound effect on the course of world history.----------SHEESH!

And she's buying a--- Stairway To Heaven----Zep ------------------------------------- "Virgil Caine is my name---"

Here's an eaaaaasy one! The wild and windy night That the rain washed away Has left a pool of tears Crying for the day.

'Cause We're an American Band---------Grand Funk Railroad

Sorry, Lifted I misunderstood I thought you were asking for examples of the "Living in Hell" part of the title.

Is there enough bandwidth to handle it?

You should probably check your local laws to find out what action is required with the critters once you capture them. Around here, raccoons are very prevalent and they can carry rabies. For that reason, the law here prohibits relocation of trapped animals. They either have to be released elsewhere on the same property or destroyed. Squirrels are not as likely to carry rabies but they certainly can. Some people may find it cruel to destroy the trapped animals but it may be the only legal recourse. Besides, it's better to sacrifice a few varmints than put human life in jeopardy.(IMO)

I have a tortoise that I've had for about 15 years. I've never named him. No particular reason, just never did. My son has a female cat that he named Michael, in honor of M. Jordan. Seems a bit unusual to name a female after a male, but the cat doesn't seem to mind at all.

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Hi, Garth Yes, indeed, the days are getting longer and Spring is officially on the horizon now. It sounds like a good reason to celebrate what the future holds in store. Hope you have a great day waysider

How (but not why) lutefisk became a delicacy!! By Rich Tosches For the Appleton Post-Crscent, Appleton ,Wisconsin The Scandinavian delicacy known as lutefisk - which means, literally, "cod soaked in plutonium"- dates to the Viking era. Journals from that era tell us that Vikings often came ashore and shuffled along with their hands in their pockets. Their funny appearance (huge,musk ox trousers) and vocabulary (Whooaa! Like Svenjornssen, dude! Whooaaa!") frightened the villagers. So one day, women from the Jvoorssen, Bjaastivik and Njorkssen families prepared a special meal for the Vikings. First, they gathered cod in the traditional Scandinavian way. That's right, they wrapped their sturdy arms around the middle sections of seals and squeezed real hard.(This would later become known as the Heimlich maneuver, which today is used to save the lives of people who have an entire codfish lodged in their throats.) After gathering the cod - despite what I may have implied earlier - they did not soak the fish in plutonium. No the women really wanted the Vikings to suffer. So they soaked the cod - here I am not kidding - in lye. The same lye, as you know, that is an industrial chemical and in used today as a drain cleaner. With that lutefisk information in my head I went to our village's annual Lutefisk Dinner recently, a marvelous night of traditional Scandinavian dining put on by the local Sons of Norway club. The main course, not surprisingly, was the very same delicacy served to the Vikings. Anyway, the Vikings ate heartily of this marvelous new food, despite having to chew so hard and long on the rubbery fish that in many cases, horns actually grew out of their heads (see encyclopedia drawings). Textbooks tell us that within a few years the Viking era had ended. Most historians think the advent of more powerful weapons doomed the proud, sea-faring warriors. But some historians cling to another theory: It's pretty hard to wander the globe plundering and pillaging when you cannot wander more than 50 feet from the toilet. Despite this somewhat negative side-effect - during the Lutefisk Era the Vikings had a common saying: "Leif Ericson hazzen sparts vection agenn!" ("Leif Ericson has the sports section again!") - lutefisk actually became popular with the residents of the Scandinavian countries. This would include Norway, Sweden, Denmark and Minnesota. In the centuries since, lutefisk has not only remained a crowd-pleaser among the Scandinavian people, it has also become important in the training of sled dogs. Today, a common cry from the musher on the sled - one that causes even a veteran dog to quiver - is "Vichvun yew moots vants da lutefisk?" or " Which one of you mutts wants da lutefisk?" But back to the dinner. The Sons of Norway should not be confused with a similar-sounding group, the Sons of Silence. For one thing, the sons of Silence do not hold a Lutefisk Dinner each year. And, of course, the Sons of Norway don't wear helmets, goggles and protective leather clothing. Unless they are preparing lutefisk.. The dinner was to start at 5 p.m. but I arrived at 4:30 remembering the old Norwegian saying Erly birdin ut letefisk, den dees ("The early bird catches the lutefisk, then dies."). The Sons of Norway dress up for big events such as Lutefisk Night. Many women wore the brightly colored, old-fashioned dresses of Scandinavia. The men looked just as snappy in their finest herringbone sports jackets - the traditional Scandinavian kind made entirely of herring bones. (Important note: So that I do not offend a huge group of people with some of these cheap, flippant remarks, I'd like to point out right here that Scandinavians are a striking handsome people. This makes them nearly the exact opposite of the English.) Anyway, at 5 p.m. the eating began. The dinner was held at the Benet Hill Monastery cafeteria, a facility chosen to host the Lutefisk Dinner because of the warm hospitality and, of course, because of the monks training in the Last Rites. Throughout the dinner, an accordion player entertained the crowd with all the traditional lutefisk-eating songs. This included the very popular "Sven Vood Rather yeet His Trousers" and the foot-tapping favorite, Ivane, Ivane, Your Lutefisk Has Cleared My Drain." The highlight for me came when KKTV reporter Ann Ervin asked me to speak to a live TV audience about my experience with lutefisk. She made this request roughly 1.4 seconds after handing me a plate containing a chunk of lutefisk that was the same size as my head, along with a plastic fork. The plastic fork, it turns out, could not cute the lutefisk, which is also used as roofing material in Denmark. But because the camera was rolling - and because I could not seem to recall the Norwegian word for "chainsaw" - I stuffed the entire slab of Sons of Norway lutefisk into my mouth and swallowed. Well, I've got to wrap this up now. Seems another guy also had a bit too much lutefisk. I say this because he is presently screaming "Oh , Good Lard! Ven vill yew be dun in dare?" and ramming his head against the door so hard that it it making the seat vibrate. ________________________________________________________________________________ ____ Rich Tosches is a columnist for the Colorado Springs Gazette Telegraph.

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I can't really answer the question of "when?". When I left in about 1990, it was still a big part of the twig I attended. The twig leader always asked if anyone would like to be "ministered to" at the end of twig fellowship. (Of course, we were a bit on the renegade side when it came to towing the company line on doctrine.) We also had a full scale communion service at least once a year. The concept of sickness and misfortune being the result of misdeeds is not unique to The Way. In fact, it's not even unique to Christianity. I have heard this same doctrine spoken by people from Asia, people from Africa and people who have exposure to the Voodoo culture of the Deep South as well as others. If you listen for it, you can even hear references to this thinking in "popular" music. My personal take on it is that the human mind does not like to accept that random misfortune can befall anyone. It's a way of making sense of something that otherwise makes no sense. I'm a bit curious, is healing still taught as part of the Advanced Class? Then again, is there still some sort of Advanced Class being offered?

I think it may had something to do with a private interpretation of the scriptures that instruct not to place one day above another. With that in mind, how then do you justify a celebration for Pentecost, 40th anniversary, homecoming of the WOWs(ROA) or any of the other many celebrations that WERE observed?

Sooooooo-------- Are you suggesting then that one can injure ones self by "lifting"? Now that's nothing to sneeze at!

Kinda reminds me of the time Little Johnny's teacher asked him to name the seasons. "Well". said Johnny,"first there's squirrel. then there's deer, then there's turkey------------"