@string said:
… and my wife got the better than sex sewing machine.
With a Better Than Sex Sewing Machine
one must know how to push the right switches.
With all those spinnin’ of bobbins and needles a throbbin’
stray unseamly might have some in stitches.,
where a dart might depart from the matter at heart
as you say, “Gee, spot I thread just let go.”
The manufacture should warn us that it’s churning performance
goes from prickly to just the sew-sew.
Thank you for those kind words. You’ll find the CDH Hall of Fame on Fleet Street. It’s got that hidden entrance by the on ramp to the Autobahn. Municipal Bulk Pick-up recently removed its shiny, white enamel 18-cubic feet Norge entrance lobby, I’m afraid. Not to fear. I’m sure a new lobby will make itself available soon. People are always tossing spent Samsung’s and LG’s from the expressway above… DUCKHEAD! Oh look. 23-cubic feet and stainless. Sort of a poor man’s Bilbao. Gehry’s certainly fallen into hard times.
@string said:
… and my wife got the better than sex sewing machine.
With a Better Than Sex Sewing Machine
one must know how to push the right switches.
With all those spinnin’ of bobbins and needles a throbbin’
stray unseamly might have some in stitches.,
where a dart might depart from the matter at heart
as you say, “Gee, spot I thread just let go.”
The manufacture should warn us that it’s churning performance
goes from prickly to just the sew-sew.
Shotguns: from Perazzi, Zoli, AYA, Lanber, Gamba, Beretta, and on the domestic side, Winchester, Remington, Browning Superposed, AH Fox, LC Smith, and a few others. Two gun safes full and thankfully no more room. This collection of mine started in the 70’s when they were inexpensive compared to today. Example is a Perazzi Mirage or TM1 was around $650. and now the used ones run $6,000 and up. I was a addicted trap shooter and won my share of money and guns, but the excitement came from buying a gem from a old timer who treated it well. Probably started with growing up in the mid 60’s and moving to a small farm town in N/W Iowa where hunting was the norm. In fact, many classes were cancelled for the opener of pheasant and deer season. Then back to California in the 70’s. And sadly now, California has become a very difficult place to live due to high taxation of anything, crazy politics, political correctness out of control, cost of education (and producing kids that rank near the bottom of the US, horrible traffic, fuel costs, EPA eco nazis, Sierra Club that lobby’s to close more and more campgrounds in our National and State Parks (they are not our friend), worst roads of any States, high welfare State, etc. When tech bubble bursts, it will get very ugly with regards to home value. One daughter lives works in San Francisco and while her rent is locked at $1,800 for a 1 bedroom downtown, when a new one comes up for rent, it’s $3,600 and people waiting to get it. Unsustainable. Ok, enough, I need wine.
Caps. I have always been crazy about caps and like to wear something different. As a kid, when my friends were all wearing STL Cardinal caps, I wore STL Browns and Baltimore Orioles caps. When my brother joined the Marines and was stationed on the USS Constellation in San Diego, he sent me home a San Diego Padres cap. Wore that the whole time he was in the Marines.
I grew up riding 18 wheelers with my grandpa, my dad, and my step-dad, I came home wearing caps saying “Dorsey Trailers,” “Peterbuilt,” “United Oil,” “Sam Tanksley Trucking” and once a fancy Arkansas Razorback cap that an ignorant HS teacher made fun of.
When the Colorado Rockies and Florida Marlins came into MLB I had a cap for each. We hadn’t lived in Wisconsin a week before I had my first “Bucky Badger” hat and the required “Packer” lid.
I have racks and racks of caps in a closet with probably 50-60? Who knows how many hundred have gone to the cap hereafter or have been given away? From my computer desk I count 6 on my hat rack and there is one on the dash of each vehicle. I remember people used to say, “You will go bald wearing a cap all the time!” Well, maybe a little gray, but I aint bald yet!
This is one helluva interesting post. canoeswithduckheads, when I read…
“With a better then sex sewing machine” poem a down and dirty blues progression
came to mind in the style of John Lee hookers Boom Boom boom boom…
It’s a keeper…
Grand to hear from ya, Ed! Hope you and that back outta whack, and that fine guitar you strummed (I think it was a Taylor, and your friend had the Gretsch) are well. So many moons since those wondrous Lake Raystown campfires, where our dear departed site host Norbert growled wearily from within his tent, “You people ain’t right!” Poor NT, for, heartily, enthusiastically, the newly anointed (or continuously annoying), You People Ain’t Right Bad Folk Heritage Triple X Singers musically malformed the once golden chestnuts of aural delight into disjointed Weird Al-go-rythmns, And as mirth murdered REM, and frank Zappatistas fried zzzzz’s, I do believe even a sleep-deprived Norb issued a semi-a-framed muffled guffaw or two. Then, oddly, or to be expected, really, midst this curious collective of paddle pushers, the fire huddle broke, NT was afforded relief, and the post- midnight armada pushed their wobbly hulls away from shore to let nature’s moonlight sonata weave us through wind, wave and starlight.
Those were GRAND Duckheadin’ days! Although much of this “GRAND” was not quite the “G” past-timing our original poster String sought. Well, a person’s gotta swirl the broth every now and then, and push their spoon (or paddle) to the edgy frontiers of their alphabet soup. You know, out there where the X’s and the why’s and the zzzzz’s swirl. Looking for no particular reasons, in this milky way of madness. It’s how some of us, without a roll, paddle on.
Archery!
Traditional Archery.
I even had a 42" longbow made for me which I store I na PVC tube strapped to my deck so I can stump-shoot while paddling.
I can relate to so much of the above - well almost everything except RVs!
My house contains an odd assortment of classic fly rods, rifles and reloading equipment, photographic equipment, scuba equipment, beer and wine making supplies, a dozen or so guitars - and yes, I have a little Martin Uke - and don’t get me started on books!
My basement has a table saw, wood lathe, drill stand, jointer/planer, etc. and my garage contains at least one of every tool known to Sears Craftsman. I also have a 1979 MG Midget and a (New) Triumph Bonneville to remind me of my years growing up in England…
