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Dirty Dancing. I know that's right, because it was one of my favorite movies, so here's the next one: "I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before." Happy Friday, everyone, by the way!

In keeping with the "pet name / street you grew up on" formula, mine would be Amber Santa Barbara. :o--> Formula works, but only with selected pet names. Mr.Kitty Santa Barbara just doesn't seem to have the same . . . zing.

It's freecycle.org and it's a great way to get stuff to folks who need it, instead of tossing things out into the cold world. Specific needs can be met; somebody might post a need for a baby gate, and it will get you thinking "Hey, my old baby gate is just sitting in the garage." It's a good idea, and there are local sites for many towns.

Roses are red, Lilacs are green; This gets us back to the top Of the Corps Thread Scene.

Correct! The character of Dennys Finch-Hatton, played by Robert Redford, said all three of the quoted lines.

Nope. Next clue: "Doesn't that outfit come with a rifle?" ;)-->

"You could at least have asked." "I did ask." (pause) "She said yes."

Tom, what's a "nizzle?"

Whatever he'd have said, he would certainly have to work it around as to how HE (wierw.) was SO MUCH MORE SPIRITUAL than the pope. Superior in every way. Pope couldn't carry his briefcase. Heck, when everybody ran across that little area toward the Ice Cream Bowl, we should have all just kept running! Hindsight is a terrible thing to waste. I hope that the lurkers who are reading this, and who are still in the Way, can take advantage of our experiences, both in and out of the Way, and make the right decision for themselves and their children.

Clue: the movie is more than ten years old, but less than thirty years old. All of the characters in the movie were based on real people.

"Never take a chance unless you're the only one who'll pay."

AAAAAUUUGH! I knew that it was some movie where an achingly handsome man says that line to his ex-wife, just so that every woman in the audience could think, "Noooooooo, you weren't!" Somebody else should go next, because I disqualified myself by taking my guess BACK!

No, wait. I take that back. Independence Day?

Heartbreak Ridge?

Wrong answer! Grab a club and head off to the Mammoth hunts. (kidding, kidding.)

Congratulations! I'm joyous with you. To find the love of one's life when one is of an age to understand how rare and precious it really is . . . makes it all the sweeter. Mr. niKa and I are coming up on the 10th anniversary of our first date. Oak and Reikilady: I'm so glad that you have found one another to cherish. :)-->

Okay, so you're men. But are you intelligent men? Simple test. Answer this question, as though it came from your wife or girlfriend. "Tell me the truth. Does this make me look fat?" :o-->

Weee-eeee-eeeeel, what do you expect? If I were sitting in a Lazyboy, sipping a nice, cold beer, I might be speaking the Vonderful Verks, too! By the way, best wishes to John Ratzinger, now A.K.A. Benedict the 16th. Lots of folks will be looking to him for guidance; I wish him and them well.

Thanks, Linda! I'll e-mail you. It was my husband's sweet Grandma Rose, whom we lost two summers ago, whose adopted brother came from the orphan train. He was a cherished family member for his whole life. Happy Sunday, everyone! How's that lazee-boy, Simon? We're all sitting in it vicariously, through you!

There's compost in the niKa back yard. More to the point, there's an entire dump truck load of compost, dumped right in the middle of the garden. You may imagine Mr. niKa's delight. He's like a kid in a . . . great big dirt pile. Broke another garden implement; this time a rake; he's headed off to the hardware store, in gleeful search of bombproof shovels, rakes, and other implements of destruction. Ah, Spring! --> :)-->

Preach it, brother Simon. The spirit is so hot that there must be millions now smoking!

Fellowshipper, Have you never experienced the joy of a real, bursting-at-the-seams-with-flavor, still-warm-from-the-sun HOMEGROWN TOMATO? Come on, man! You are a Certified Country Boy! It's the Word, Keeds!

A couple of years after I'd left the Way, I was sitting in an undergraduate Humanities class, in a small college in Oklahoma, listening to the lecture, when the professor asked us to turn to a certain page in our textbooks. It was early in the semester, and the girl who was sitting behind me hadn't yet bought her book. We turned our desks around so that she could look on with my book. Over the course of the next hour or so of classroom discussion, I quietly complimented her on her beautiful French-African accent, and asked her where she was from. "Mozambique," she replied. "This is crazy," I said, "because I only know one person in the world who is from Mozambique. But do you know Veronique Megang?" "I don't know Veronique," she replied, "but I have heard of her, from two friends of mine, who are from Zaire." "I only know two people in the world from Zaire," I said. "Would their names happen to be Roger Lutombe and Andre Zakompani?" Her eyes widened. "Yes - that's amazing! How do you know Roger and Andre?" "Oh," I answered, "I used to date Andre." ******************************* What has always amazed me about that encounter is not only that we knew the same people, from the other side of the world, but that if she'd had the time to buy a textbook before that day, we'd never have known it. I wonder whether the world is a much smaller place, actually, than most of us (me included) think it is. I took Andre Zakompani, may God rest his sweet soul, in my little souped-up '65 Mustang, to his first-ever James Bond movie, at some summer drive-in on some long-distant Ohio night. He was fascinated by Bond. He absolutely loved that movie.

Ibuprophen. There was a root, the root of evil, in the garden. Mr. niKa cut the sod, and verily we took it by wheelbarrow, by jot and tittle, and thimblesfull, to the back of the yard where the Merry Old Compost Pile will be. Under the place whereof the sod was removed, four inches lower, was a root which began in the Northeast corner of the garden of Eatin', and wandered like the children of Israel, for forty feet and a broken shovel, through to the veriest middle of the garden, and there met Satan, who said unto it: "Divide and multiply, and let every division grow as fat and as strong as the beginning of the root, and spread out unto all of the garden, even unto the Southeast corner, and there be vile under the foot of the niKas." Longest, fattest, strongest d@mn weediest, fricken-fracken-ist root I ever saw in all of my life. Ibuprophen. -->