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I have heard accounts of guitar players and other stringed instrument players who have had surgery to sever certain tendons. This is to keep the hand from configuring itself in the way that it is naturally prone to do. This allows the artist to articulate passages that are beyond the scope of normal motion. I do not have much info on this other than hearsay. It's not a shortcut. It's painful, permanent and takes plenty of healing and rehabilitation time. Still, it diminishes the true value of the finished product which should represent what the human body is capable of, in and of itself.(IMO) I would much rather hear one single note that is straight from the soul than a flurry of notes that are the result of some unnatural process. I am not too knowledgeable about sports, but , to me, at least, there seems to be a bit of a parallel between artificial assistance in music and sports. I guess what it all comes down to is that the ticket buying public expects as much bang as they can get for their buck. As long as money is at the heart of the issue, I don't think this subject will be resolved any time soon.

Who are "us" and "we"? Just askin' Kinda reminds me of that Pink Floyd song------ Us--Us--Us and Them--Them--Them What's the lesson that's about to unfold?

Kudos to the photographer. It brings back memories of my childhood on the shores of the lake they call Erie.

And lest they be forgotten, there was also a group called "The Lakeview Telecasters". The were a Gospel quartet before joining "the flock". They,too, sang at the first couple ROAs.

Sorry, Sushi The Doctor is out . He'll be right back with----------------------.

And lest we should forget, it was Stuart Sutcliffe, the band's first bass player, who named the group and lent Sir Paul his Hofner President(violin bass) to use.

Al Jarreau---Now that you mention it, I remember this one. Didn't he have an album with the same title? And who can forget the receptionist ?( I think her real name was Alice Beasley.) Attractive in her own quirky, cerebral kind of way.

John and Jean Please don't take this personally, but I really couldn't give a rat's rear end about the marital relationship that exists between you two. This thread is about how women in TWI were subjected to degrading policies and behavior. It is broad in scope and not focused on any one particular individual or couple. Anecdotal recountings may help the discussion but should not become the focal point. At least that's my opinion.

Let me just state for the record: I ain't stringin' chairs for no stinkin' end of the world party!!! OK--- Maybe I'll help with refreshments but that's it, fini, the end. Compeesh?

WashingtonWeather I remember Pat and Dan quite well. They were FL3. We stayed in contact for a little while after FL. I am sorry to say I do not remember your stay. One of the functions we served was to act as an underground railroad of sorts. We housed people who were being pursued by their families and deprogrammers. It's not too hard to hide in a rural location that has no contact with the outside world. We were strictly forbidden from asking questions other than the usual "do you need more blankets?", etc, Hence, I do not remember your stay. Re: The running. Yep, we ran every morning at 5:30, rain or shine.(365) One of our married FL sisters had to run even though she was having difficulty with her first ever pregnancy. She wound up losing the baby and caused damage that rendered her unable to ever bear children. Quite a sacrifice to make. We were young and headstrong to "move The Word".

Mini--c. Thank you for reminding us that there is a child's POV to this whole subject. Sometimes we can get so wrapped up in our own lives, we neglect to see the effects we are having on the impressionable minds that see us as role models.

My 2 cents (adjusted for inflation.) It really matters only if 1. You think you may sell the instrument in the future. 2. It adversely affects the performance of said instrument. Look at SRV or Willie Nelson's axes. Lots more examples but those two come to mind. Both have had the bejeebers beat out of them but it adds to the character. just a thought.

You guys are crackin' me up! It's like laughing about the broken collar bone you had when you were 10 years old. It hurt like the dickens at the time, but looking back you think how foolish it was to allow it to happen. WG's hubby was always one of my favorite FL3 guys.(74-75) You would have been hard pressed to find another who would work as hard and cheerfully as him. Always singing or humming. I wonder if he even knew he did that. Larry I think it changed quite a bit from the time you were in until the end.( I don't know how long it lasted.) It seems like your experience was more along the lines of Way Home even though it was part of FL. My first year was not too bad .(Howie Y. was limb leader/ FL coordinator) My second year was wacko.(Jim M. was in charge) My third year was a complete and total debacle. You asked about the significance of the truck stop. We were busy from sun-up to sun-down, 24/7. Evenings were spent doing work at limb HQ unless you were on a special assignment such as food co-op. After that, we drove about 30 miles to our apartments in Podunk, Ohio where we then met in twigs. Every friggin' night. (Not the same folks as in our houses. Sometimes you had a "house meeting" after that.) If you drove fast enough, you could pull into the Wayside and grab a cup of coffee to go and still make it to twig by starting time(10 pm?) After twig was over you had to do dishes, get ready for the next day, etc, in time to make lights out at midnight. At midnight, all lights went out and there was NO talking allowed. You had to be in bed. Two or three to a room. If you needed to talk to someone privately about the program or life in general, you invited them to accompany you on a "junk food run" to The Wayside. It was a half mile walk to and fro. You had to squeeze that into a narrow window between the end of night twig and lights out. It was the only way you could express yourself freely without someone listening in. Also, none of the 8 townhouses had phones.You could not take it upon yourself to leave the compound without approval from leadership. The only connection to the outside world was a single pay phone at the Wayside Truck Stop. Sometimes it was in service and sometimes it was broken. You never knew. It did not matter where you were calling, it was a sure bet it was long distance and expensive. Not good news for a bunch of people living on very limited resources. It's impossible to explain the program in a few brief paragraphs but that is some background on The Wayside Truck Stop and what it meant to be a Waysider. edited for spelling.

Hi, Larry What was it like that first year? Did you guys live in the apartments north of town? Did you have a garden or food co-op? Was there a daily routine that you followed? (ie: A.M. fellowship, run, breakfast, 9-5, yada, yada, yada?) Did you spend your evenings at limb HQ doing work assignments? What's your worst food memory? Ditto on the learning to co-exist.

On another thread, the subject of Fellowlaborers was raised. Anyone know how many states participated in this venture? How long did your program last? Both as an individual commitment and as a program overall. Any thought on what you may have experienced as a FL? Etc.,Etc.,Etc. I was a FL of Ohio (FL4) a 2 yr. commitment in the mid 1970's. The thing that had the biggest impact on me was the communal lifestyle we lived. Much more so than any one particular academic doctrine of The Way. BTW---- My "name", Waysider, stems from a truck stop that played an unlikely and important role in the lives of FLO(Fellowlaborers Of Ohio) Hence, I am not----THE---Waysider but merely one of MANY Waysiders to have endured the Fellowlaborers program. Probably not many of us who remember this but I thought I would give it a shot.

54 tomato plants????? That's enough to feed the whole state and then some. I haven't had a garden for about 15 years. If I ever retire, I might consider it again. 54 tomato plants????

I think that would make for an interesting thread, to say the least. Here's the problem, though. There just weren't that many of us. I stated in an earlier post that we graduated 50 per year. After thinking about it, I realized it was only half that number because it was like juniors and seniors in high school. All were at the same school but only the seniors graduated. So, if FL was around for 10 years(don't know), that's only 250 people, at least in the Ohio program. One of the aspects that is soooo difficult to convey to people is the reality of living in a *commune* 24/7. There was no going home at the end of the day. We were home. There was no *private* time to really speak of unless you count doing laundry on Sunday night as private time. You couldn't sneak into town or find a place to hide for a few hours. It just wasn't possible. We started our day at 5:30am(earlier if you were on breakfast assignment.) and ended at Midnight. All that time was committed to the program.Running across the street to the truck stop for a pack of smokes before lights out was like "stolen" time. Even when we were at our secular jobs, it was understood that our purpose in going to those jobs was to witness or promote the ministry in some way. If the job didn't afford those opportunities, we were supposed to get another job that did. Not that easy in Podunk,USA! Guess I got off topic. There was plenty of degrading behavior toward women, though. The prime example was how the limb leader, our second year, treated his wife (and mother of his child) Pretty disgusting if you want my opinion.

Rick I think you may have missed the focal point of that part of WW's post.(#131) As I understand the context, he is not accusing Oldies of calling people liars. He is asking Oldies if he(Oldies) thinks he(WW) should call people liars.(for presenting negative testimony.) The paragraph was presented in the form of a question. I could be wrong. That's just my take on what was being said in that paragraph.

And people wonder why we (FL) had to make "junk food runs" to The Wayside Truck Stop under cover of darkness to secretly compare our concerns. <_<

"The Word Of God Is The Will Of God" I just tried searching for the origin of this phrase. Mind you, my search skills are poor at best. It seems that about a zillion people have used or are currently using this phrase. It's not possible they all took PFAL or were part of TWI. I even found it on Peter Wade's site in an article titled "How To Walk On Water", dated 1976. Yes, that postdates the filming of PFAL but do we really know who was quoting whom? I think it's pretty safe to say that, even though this is a profound statement, it likely did not originate with VPW. (Fear in the machinery of life is one that he ABSOLUTELY did not originate) That is a very famous quote by E. Stanley Jones that predates VPW. My personal opinion is that it was a popular catch phrase that he was clever enough to identify as powerfully inspiring and used it in the context of his own work. Where's the beef? Perhaps one of Clara Peller's most---------ummmm-----quotes.

Sand is fear in the life of machinery.

Well, I've heard they can improve one's ability to "score".

And------- It will double the life of your car engine. NO.WAIT! That's STEED™. Never mind.

And yet, there will be those who say that because they never saw it that it couldn't have happened. Maybe this should be on that "ostrich" thread.

Perhaps using the term "performance enhancers" instead of "steroids" would broaden the scope of the discussion. Just a thought.