Ron G.

I come in here from time to time just to see if anyone has posted anything about my favorite sports...rodeo and poker. I saw this and decided to read it. Now I guess I'll mosey on over to the "About The Way" forum so I can read what Mark has to say about why all of TWI's woes are really Bushes fault. sheesh

That's interesting. The reason I became acquainted with Mr. Whitten is because back then I became fascinated with British military weapons and I had a little collection of .303 Enfields, Webley revolvers, bayonets, a Burma carbine and a couple of non functional wall hanger Sten guns...and, of course, I was a Kipling fan. A friend who seemed to know him took me over to the restaurant and introduced me. Mr. Whitten was somewhat interested in my stuff, as I recall, but not nearly as interested in that as I became in the fare offered in his establishment. If I remember correctly, they made EVERYTHING, right down to the chips and flour tortillas right there on the premises from scratch...they got nothing from outside vendors. That was just a few months before I moved to Dallas to seek my fame and fortune. I quit eating there because I was gaining too much weight, but the food has remained a legend to me ever since. I've never had better. I grew up about a mile or so from what was then Seminary South Shopping Center, went to Rosemont Jr Hi, and graduated from Paschal in 1966. I just got notice of the 40th anniversary reunion a couple of days ago, but probably won't go since it's such a long way to travel just to hang out with a bunch of old people. In Dallas, I went to work for Zintgraff/Gittings photolabs where I ended up supervisor of the black and white printing, processing, restoration and special services area. I got to make new prints of all the old B&W evidence negatives from the Dallas Police Dept and the autopsy and forensic photos from Parkland Hospital from the Kennedy assassination for the 1978 hearings, which cleverly brings this derail back to the original thread. There was nothing to be gleaned from any of that material (by me, anyway), except I can assure you, Kennedy was really, really DEAD. On a sidenote here, in '72, in Highland Park (in Dallas), I attended a Christian fellowship in a room above a garage a couple of times, but never went back. It was called "The Upper Room" fellowship run by a guy named Belt. It wasn't until years later I learned that was a TWI twig. The Zintgraff/Gittings lab moved me to Houston to run B&W lab there in '79. In '80, they sold out to another company who fired all of us managers and strawbosses and I went to work for Ron S. and his Photographic Display Corp. in Houston. It was there that I ran across a photographer who worked for Zapata Offshore drilling. Zapata was a big client of ours and paid most of our bills. The gent in the top picture in the earlier post was not only a foreign language teacher, he was also a geologist and worked for various oil companies, including Zapata. The photographer from Zapata knew George pretty well, also and we discussed George's untimely demise a few times...and, of course, Kennedy's assassination. A certain lady who posts here might read this and remember that she worked there, too. She was a WOW in Houston, at the time, and she's the one who signed me up for PFAL and introduced me to the rightly divided word taught as it hadn't been since the first century. Maybe she'll share how she and some of the other WOWs came to be employed there since that story is a hoot and a half in and of itself. It's even indirectly connected to all of this and she might be appalled at just how close she was to certain historical events and powerful people. Yessir, it IS a small world.

Yes, I remember Caro's on Bluebonnet Circle. I don't remember one on Camp Bowie, but I never got out that way, much. Caro's was a wonderful Mexican restaurant owned by an Englishman. I don't remember his name (though I should) but he had a handlebar mustache, frequently quoted Kipling and drank Old Overholt rye whiskey mixed with apple juice. His birthday was in November because he threw a huge party every November and all you needed to get in was proof you were born in November. He had all sorts of wild game, ice cold Michelob, Mexican food....it was wonderful! He offered me a cigar once while proclaiming "a woman is just a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke"...a Kipling quote. This was all a very, very long time ago (Maybe '69 or '70), but some things you NEVER forget. The two gents pictured are George DeMohrenschildt and Edwin A. Walker.

When I was in high school at Paschal in Ft. Worth, I ditched school to go to Dallas to see the president. After that, I never ditched school again. In 1969, I transferred from Texas Tech in Lubbock, Texas to University of Texas at Arlington to be closer to home and my parents (primary source of funding) and a job at JC Penney's delivery dept. (secondary source of funding). At Texas Tech, I took two years of Latin. I wanted to continue, but UTA didn't offer Latin, so, wanting to continue with a foreign language, I took Russian, instead. My teacher was a rather tall, athletic built gentleman... He took a liking to me, telling me I had a "musical ear" and could easily emulate pronunciations and sound like a native speaker. He was a Russian native. After college, I kept in touch with George, my old Russian teacher, who was by this time, teaching French at Bishop College in Dallas and I went to a photography school in Dallas. He helped me find a room to rent in Dallas from this gentleman who he knew of, but wasn't very friendly with... on beautiful Turtle Creek Blvd. across from the creek down from Lee Park. The area provided me with a lot of wonderful subject matter for my photography classes. Sadly, in 1978, my friend George took his own life (or so the story goes) in Florida upon receiving his subpoena to testify before the 1978 Kennedy assassination hearings that were ramrodded by, I think, Henry B. Gonzalez. Suffice to say, there might be a great deal more than is in the Warren Commission findings, but it's best to forget, and put it all behind us.

I admit I just glanced at it when those words jumped out and bit me. Sorry for taking it from it's context, but my post did its job of bring it out for discussion because it IS interesting.

Ron's SurpriseA Scout camp favorite Get a deep skillet or dutch oven and put some grease in it. Get it hot over the fire. Cut up some okra and let it fry, stirring it around until it's really, really dry and a little brown. Toss a chopped onion in and let it saute with some bell pepper. Put some course ground meat (or stew meat) in and then let that brown. Toss in some corn, chopped celery, chopped carrots, a can of Ranch Style Beans (If they don't come in a can with a black label that says "Ranch Style" or "Texas Style" and are made in Ft. Worth, TX, they aren't fit for human consumption...unless maybe you can get Trappey's made in Louisiana which is almost as good), Ro Tel tomatoes and a can or two of beef broth. If your troop is REAL adventurous, toss in some Tony Chachere's Creole seasoning (green can) to taste. Get it all boiling over the fire, then add some rice. Raise it up higher over the fire to reduce the heat, cover it and make the boys clean up the mess, the let them play "capture the flag" for about 20 minutes or so, then make them clean up. Top it with some grated cheese and serve with fresh dutch oven biscuits.

How interesting.

We've been at war with Moslems, almost continually, since before the inception of our country. After the war for independence, the US Navy was pretty much formed to protect American shipping interests from the Barbary Pirates. That lasted until 1816 or so when the Navy and Marine Corps went to north Africa to weed them out...remember the line "...to the shores of Tripoli" in the Marine Hymn? Maybe Galen can tell us when and how the 1897 Winchester pump 12 ga shotgun gained so much favor with Marines in north Africa later. I'm not defending Pat Robertson or anything, just trying to show in perspective that Moslems have ALWAYS been violent. I'd be interested to know of any historical similarities involving other religions, particularly Christianity. Admittedly, some groups, under the banner of Christianity have stained that banner, but nothing to compare with Islam that has historically been violent with reckless hate.

I had to think about it some, but since Boris Karloff is dead, that only leaves one that very closely resembles me in appearance, attitude, demeanor, dress and aroma. The ears are somewhat different and I have hair, a beard and glasses. I talked it over with my mother, and she agrees.

I have to think about that one. Right now I'm leaning towards "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer", but that's too seasonal, so maybe "Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road", but that's too Arkinsaw, and I've lived in Texas, Florida and California, too. I gotta think about it some more.

Do they still make Chia Pets?

A big ol' late Happy Birthday to ye!!!! I might be takin' a trip up there to Yankeeland to visit come summer depending on how my truck comes along (I'm rebuilding it's motor), I'd love to meet you and Sushi...especially now that he's settled in on one screen name.

Most likely, social issues such as street crime are a factor, however we seem to live in a gluttonous culture. I know little about city life anymore having lived back here in the woods for nearly two decades. There's very little crime in my immediate area due to the fact that I own everything within practical pistol range of my front door. I have noticed, however, that when we do go to town and occasionally eat out, restaurant portions have gotten MUCH larger in the past few years. I went to a Scout training a couple months ago in the city of Fayetteville and noticed there were restaurants offering "all you can eat" buffets on almost every street corner. The only crime I perceived was people making pigs of themselves...myself included when I went to the Chinese buffet. Chinese food isn't available within 60 miles of my house and I dearly love it, so it was inevitable that I would forget myself when I went to town. Now we're as full as a dog tic rolling around on the porch, and we waddle home and decide to catch a movie on the teevee. After the title is shown and maybe the first scene, it goes to a commercial break. We see a beautiful close up of a big juicy sub sandwich from Quiznos, then a succulent lobster tail from Red Lobster then a pizza commerical, then back to the movie. A few scenes later, we're treated to something from Burger King, a coffee commercial...OH! I think I'll fix myself some coffee to drink while watching the movie. While I'm up, I guess I'll grab that bag of chips....hmmmm...is there any dip in the refrigerator? Yeah, here's the Pace Picante sauce....oh, and here's some leftover lasagna that might spoil if it doesn't get eaten...not really hungry, but what they hey.....and so it goes. Crime may be a factor, especially when the crime victims are out of shape and too fat to run or fight if confronted, so it's safer to stay home. I really think there's a lot more to this and it's dangerous and it's done intentionally. Just my 2 cents.

Dynamos? DYNAMOS!!!!!! Don't they know about all the innocent people killed by the electricity generated by dynamos???? How do you think that makes those families feel? Those insensitive bastards!! Besides, it's probably pornographic....remember that Frank Zappa song "Dynamo Hum"? Those insensitive and nasty bastards!! It also sorta rhymes with Geronimo. It's OBVIOUSLY a subliminal racist epithet!! Those insensitive, nasty and RACIST bastards!! Grab a phone and call Oprah!! Call the PC speech and thought police!! Sign a petition!! Go to the "Politics and 'tacks" forum and nail Sudo up...it's HIS damn fault Chain yourself to a tree!!! Harrumph!!

far out

Late as always cuz I been busy preparing my garden. May you have a wonderful day and rest of the year until I can wish you happy birthday again!! I'll try to be on time next year. Ron

I loved my dad, but he was a dyed in the wool democrat/union man who thought FDR was the best thing since sliced bread. I loved my dad and honor his memory and always speak good of him to my sons. I met VPW once at the 40th Anniversary festivities in Atlanta back in '82. We were alone in the "House of His Healing Presence" they set up at the hotel. He was friendly to me, quite affable, pleasant and seemed sincerely interested in my thoughts and opinions about some things. I thought him to be a pleasant and warm individual. So do I disbelieve and discount some of the things I've read from Excie? Rascal? Many others? NOT FOR A MINUTE!!!!! They knew him better than I did...they were familiar...I wasn't familiar, I was just some guy he met one time and it was in his best interest to be nice to somebody he didn't know who had obviously voluntarily paid their money to come adore him. Just because he was nice to some folks doesn't mean anything. Charles Manson and Jeffery Dahmer were nice, too...when it served their purpose or else they couldn't have done the things they did. I loved my dad and honor his memory and some wisdom he passed along to me was never believe ANYTHING you hear and only believe half of what you see. That has served me very well over the years. VERY well, indeed.

Caber toss Knife and tomahawk throwing Female mud wrestling (Борьба в грязи) Alligator wrestling

Law of Mechanical Repair: After your hands become coated with grease your nose will begin to itch or you'll have to pee. Law of the Workshop: Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner. Law of probability: The probability of being watched is directly proportional to the stupidity of your act. Law of the Telephone: When you dial a wrong number, you never get a busy signal. Law of the Alibi: If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the very next morning you will have a flat tire. Variation Law: If you change lines (or traffic lanes), the one you were in will start to move faster than the one you are in now (works every time). Bath Theorem: When the body is fully immersed in water, the telephone rings. Law of Close Encounters: The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with. Law of the Result: When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will. Law of Biomechanics:! The sev erity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach. Theater Rule: At any event, the people whose seats are furthest from the aisle arrive last. Law of Coffee: As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold. Murphy's Law of Lockers: If there are only two people in a locker room, they will have adjacent lockers. Law of Dirty Rugs/Carpets: The chances of an open-faced jelly sandwich landing face down on a floor covering are directly related to the newness, color and cost of the carpet/rug. Law of Location: No matter where you go, there you are. Law of Logical Argument: Anything is possible if you don't know what you are talking about. Brown's Law: If the shoe fits, it's ugly. Oliver's Law: A closed mouth gathers no feet. Wilson's Law: As soon as you find a product that you really like, they will stop making it. (Isn't this the truth?)

My first car was a 1958 Dodge Texan Custom Edition. Now THAT was a CAR!! GAWD, I miss that car :( Pic is from eBay since my scanner quit. Mine was gold and white. GAWD, I miss that car :( *sniff*

I shot a bear in 1996 that was marauding my turkey pen. It was out of season, so the game warden kept the head, but let me keep the rest since it was being a nuisance and threatening my livestock. Bear meat tastes kind of like pork, but also like beef. It's about the best tasting meat of all, albeit a little rich. We have a black bear season here in Searcy County. You need something pretty powerful to penetrate the matted hair...I used a .303 British. Come on up, and we'll have a bear-be-cue.

Time to take your Centrum Silver, eh Garth? One day we'll all meet on a Florida beach with Hawaiian shirts, mismatched shorts pulled up to our chests and black socks with sandals and shake our canes at each other while leering at bikini clad girls playing volleyball. I wonder if the Greasespt Cafe will offer wheelchairs and Geritol?

I dunno about them caged PETA women. It seems like they'd be a lot of work and you'd have to feed them nothing but vegetables so you'd have to clean their cages more often. They're probably pretty noisy, too. Especially if you leave them outside overnight. I remember about 17 years ago, there was a PETA woman chained to a tree down south of here in the woods. The sheriff took her down and put her in one of his cages where she damn near starved to death since she kept throwing her food back at the matrons. Evidently, they aren't trained very well, either. I also heard that she was real noisy and kept the other inmates awake all night. I dunno about the rest of you, but I wouldn't get one. They're more trouble than they're worth.

It kinda makes sense to me with the current PC trend towards the pussification of men and sleazification of women in contemporary culture. A classic would be "Culpepper Cattle Company".

Sulfuric acid (H2SO4) is battery acid. SURELY it's available in auto parts stores. I haven't had occasion to buy any in several years, but it's gotta be out there somewhere. Just because you can't find something at wally world doesn't mean it's not available in the free world. Hell, wally world doesn't sell non PC ammunition like 7.62x.39...they don't even sell ignition points for older vehicles. Ignore them. SURELY battery acid is available SOMEWHERE. Try Tractor Supply or any decent farm and ranch supply. I usually find whatever I need at those places.