tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229885.post7159360284405144136..comments2024-03-27T01:58:22.445-07:00Comments on The Gazetteer: The Gift.RossKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07677239332112652522noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229885.post-76060884856579692832017-07-26T12:38:27.081-07:002017-07-26T12:38:27.081-07:00Lol..... I've got a few of those sciency geek ...Lol..... I've got a few of those sciency geek friends. After moving the last three times, I told her she has to cut down on some of the literature. <br /> If you haven't opened the pages for over ten years.......as our backs get olderLenin's Ghostnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229885.post-33680113276760077752017-07-25T21:46:36.772-07:002017-07-25T21:46:36.772-07:00Anon-At-The-Top--
Fixed!
Sorry 'bout that.
...Anon-At-The-Top--<br /><br />Fixed!<br /><br />Sorry 'bout that.<br /><br />_______<br /><br />LG--<br /><br />While I'm sure they didn't start out this way, I have learned that where ever you find such churros some thing good in a carny kind of way is sure to follow.<br /><br />______<br /><br />Scotty--<br /><br />Folks in my house know not to throw out any shred of newsprint or cold coffee for that matter.<br /><br />Heckuva story about your Dad's penchant for keeping it all. Me, I do throw (most) of it with reasonable regularity.<br /><br />Old science geek papers in my office - not so much.<br /><br />______<br /><br />SH--<br /><br />Ya - we do the work around's as much as possible. There are time, though, when you have to be there to really get things done and/or find out what is actually going on. Of course, that mostly happens during after hours get togethers that most definitely are not minuted.<br /><br />.RossKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07677239332112652522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229885.post-18041425041157026012017-07-25T14:51:47.449-07:002017-07-25T14:51:47.449-07:00SH @ RossK
Your family is the real gift. When hat...SH @ RossK<br /><br />Your family is the real gift. When hate for the cigar tube becomes corrosive, maybe work around it?... do you really have to subject yourself to bodily transport????<br /><br />Preserve thy self. Firstā¦.<br /><br />...and selfishly, your voice is not disposableā¦.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229885.post-11779981067496652832017-07-25T12:11:49.666-07:002017-07-25T12:11:49.666-07:00Got some good advice years ago: when you fly into ...Got some good advice years ago: when you fly into camp, make sure you have an armload of newspapers ---and a fith inside---for the most important man (as they almost always were) in camp, the bull cook. Especially if it's an introductory trip. You'll get a better room, won't get a burned steak, and probably won't catch any waves on account of your crew's boombox and dopesmoke excesses.<br /><br />One co-worker who doubled as a cook had to defend himself---with a frying pan (didn't help)---when he burned my Saturday G&M cuz he thought it was old news (and because he thought ---until that day---tidying up my bunk was part of his job description). Apparently unconcerned with what's happening in the world---even weeks ago and totally inaccessible---he had never until then appreciated that not only I, but a number of my colleagues, would literally read every single word, gradually savouring every square centimetre of yellowing pulp over the course of a shift. Just like other such institutions, I might trade a couple smokes for part of the Sports galley.<br /><br />I too seek out every local rag in every place I stop at. But I ain't like my old man, thank Christ! When I returned to nurse him back to health in my childhood home where he'd lived alone for fifteen years, he had stacked every newspaper (of which he read several daily) in the basement, right up to the ceiling, two-three layers deep (among other equally valueless stuff).<br /><br /> Good job it was rainy weather: whilst dealing with this hord I had a big bonfire out back until, after about a week into it, I finally mined down to the detritus of my own youth. I can still hear him banging on the bedroom floor with his rifle-butt, "What are you doing down there? Don't throw anything out!"<br /><br />But, I must admit, whenever I needed to take a break, I'd crack a beer (Superior---cuz nobody else in Ontario seems to drink it) and randomly pull out a sheef of old news---and read every jot and tittle. <br /><br />That was the second-last time I every flew in an airliner. Funny how places you haven't been for a long time always seem so much smaller. By the time I took my last flight a few years later, my knees were squished up against my face. I thought, "Jeez, hope I never have to do this again."Scotty on Denmannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229885.post-26633733466554246072017-07-25T08:06:51.923-07:002017-07-25T08:06:51.923-07:00Damn..... you lost me at cinnamon churros!
Breakf...Damn..... you lost me at cinnamon churros!<br /> BreakfastLenin's Ghostnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229885.post-58143915511011418592017-07-24T20:24:29.976-07:002017-07-24T20:24:29.976-07:00RossK I had to read this line four times before I ...RossK I had to read this line four times before I caught it.<br /><br /> .... So I only by the NYTimes ....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com