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dcbc

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  1. Agree with this. I posted the thread about halfway through.
  2. As someone who generally avoids "the news" these days, I had higher hopes for Surly as a source.
  3. So apparently, he's still alive.
  4. I agree that the Departed gets better upon rewatch(es). Goodfellas still is the greatest, although I love Godfather (1&2).
  5. We'll all be eating old gym mats and drinking malk by then.
  6. I think I read "on hold for 30 days," which likely is a not.
  7. Either way, so long as it's toxic to manufacture and terrible for the environment.
  8. Nothing like a petroleum-based wardrobe during a hot Texas summer.
  9. He was 63 when I was born. My sister and I talk about how we (11 years apart) got different versions of both of our parents. He was definitely around more when I was a kid than with any of my siblings who got him while in full career mode.
  10. Well, then I go and copy-pasta it. If it's any consolation, the Houston Chronicle messed up my dad's obit. Instead of his place of birth being listed as Deadwood, SD, they wrote Deadhead. We actually got a chuckle out of that one.
  11. Nobody say a damned, untoward word about South Austin's HOT mom on this thread. @South Austin Did you fish with your kids? I grew up fishing with my dad, but I wasn't very good at it. My wife's dad instilled a love of fishing in my kids, and I've fished with them occasionally, but even though I kept my dad's rods and his tackle box, I really don't do it anymore and I think my father-in-law was a perfectly suitable fishing-mentor for them. And despite the fact that I grew up hunting with my dad, and it was a great way to bond with him, I don't hunt anymore. My wife remarked yesterday that our kids have never been hunting, which was so different than both she and I, who grew up doing it. My kids' high school has a bass-fishing team, and my son is losing his tennis doubles partner to it next year. I guess that one inherited a love of tennis, and the other one got my love of music. I may have had a point when I started writing that, but I lost my way.
  12. 9/2488 popped up on Youtube. It's good, but in a really off way. I dig it.
  13. I had such low expectations. But this is funny as hell.
  14. Sometimes, you gotta show a little leg to get out of that ticket.
  15. Well, it slowed down a little bit, so I'll add something. So I've mentioned that my dad was an accomplished, private pilot. He did not serve in the military. He wanted to enlist after Pearl Harbor, but his business partners convinced him he could do more good building pipelines and refineries in the US than he could getting shot down over the Pacific. So he stayed stateside and spent a lot of weekends flying officers from base to base. When he finally hung it up, he had over 10,000 hours. His last flight was in the early 80s. He was flying back from Eagle, CO. One of my half-brothers and the rest of the hunting buddies were in the cabin getting loaded. Toward the end of the flight, my brother yells toward the cockpit, "C.B., when are you gonna start riding back here and enjoying the good life with the rest of us?" As my dad told the rest of the story, "So after that, I greased the runway at Andrau one last time, and I hung it up." Just as well, probably. The O&G market went to crap a few years later, and the company sold the plane. But I got curious a couple of years ago about that plane. Turns out, its last recorded flight (with a repower and a new livery over the years) departed from Switzerland in 2002). I eventually found it mothballed in Egypt. The apparent lesson is don't break down in Cairo. It was a cool plane. in the late 70s. Pueblo, CO. We look like a Wes Anderson movie. I have his parka still. It's the best. Switzerland 2002 Cairo
  16. Are you guys going to dress up like the "great looking chicks" in the Lambo? You know, just in case you get pulled over?
  17. It's on my bucket list. He loved Buenos Aires. Here's a picture on one of his stops on the way down. The kids in town were all in for the photo-op.
  18. My dad had a favorite joke. He used to tell it with some regularity. My mom always rolled her eyes, but he loved it and kind of liked that she was sick of hearing it. When I was a kid, I asked him to tell it and recorded him on an old Panasonic tape recorder. I wish like hell I still had that tape. I've got one old video where you can hear his voice. I swear, the man gargled with gravel. Fast forward (no pun intended). My mom remarried in the early 2000s. During their marriage, her then-husband finished and self-published his autobiography for his family and loved ones. It was so interesting and helped me get to know him better. A few years later, my mom wrote and published her own, and it is priceless, not only for her story, but for part of my dad's as well. I've only read it once---I read it once to my older son a little each night at bedtime. I barely made it through the part about my dad's passing. I tried to get her to make an audiobook so I could have a recording of her voice. But the voicemails I saved will have to do as her health started to deteriorate around that time. Anyway, I really came to appreciate that joke over the years. I'm of the mind that everyone should know two jokes, a dirty one, and a clean one. I don't know if he had a dirty one, thought he used to have a bunch of inappropriate diddies he'd sing from time to time. I've adopted his joke as my clean one. It goes There's this fellow. He's on a business trip. He checks into the hotel. As he's checking in, he asks, where can a man get a drink around here. The maître d' tells him, "Oh, the hotel has a beautiful rooftop bar. Just take the elevator to the top floor. So the man goes to his room, unpacks, and heads up to the roof to see this bar. He gets off the elevator and this bar is really something; you can see the whole city. He goes up to the bar, pulls up next to the only other guy there, and orders a drink. As he sips his drink, he looks around and asks the bartender, "Say, anybody ever have a few too many and stumble over the side. The other guy at the bar pipes up, "It's really something, there's and air-vent system that can sense when someone falls over the side, and if that happens, it'll kick on and pop 'em right back on the roof." "Get out of here," the businessman replies. "No, really, I'll show you," the man says as he walks toward the edge of the rooftop. Then, he steps off the side, and a second later, like magic, he pops right back up onto the rooftop, and ambles back over to the bar. "I've got to try this!" the businessman explains as he hurries over to the edge. He steps off the roof, and plummets to his death. The bartender takes his drink and begins wiping off the bar with a towel. He looks at the man sitting at the bar, shaking his head, and says, "Superman, what do you do those kinds of things?" And that, is my dad's "Superman Joke."
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