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Post by Jim on Apr 5, 2024 22:03:34 GMT
Beautiful, Clive; worthy of being hung on a wall! |
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Post by Howard on Apr 6, 2024 4:18:40 GMT
After receiving the heaviest rainfall for four years yesterday and overnight, we wake to a beautiful Sydney autumnal day!  |
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Post by jackscrap on Apr 6, 2024 6:45:25 GMT
Sadly, Superman was nowhere to be seen.  |
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Post by Howard on Apr 6, 2024 10:31:57 GMT
Great phone box!
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Post by BuckSkin on Apr 6, 2024 23:18:31 GMT
Sadly, Superman was nowhere to be seen.
Since they took away all our phone booths, Superman uses those blue plastic outhouses instead.
My contrary Uncle Owen, a huge kleptomaniac(he steals), went to the eye doctor in the big town two counties over.
He parked in the big lot behind Main Street; and, when he returned to his car, someone had hemmed him in.
He waited quite a while and nobody ever showed up; so, he started backing up and pulling up and rinse and repeat, attempting to get out of his land-locked situation.
During this process, he managed to bump a phone booth.
It didn't hurt his big old car and done very little damage to the phone booth, no more damage than it looked like it had already been through.
He managed to get un-trapped and headed home.
Some goody two-shoes, sitting somewhere in the parking lot, wrote down his license plate and called the police.
Uncle Owen made it home without knowing he was a fugitive from justice.
A few weeks later, a deputy sheriff showed up with a summons to appear in court in that far away county.
This trip, he drove his truck.
The judge fined him plus restitution to the phone company for the phone booth.
The phone company made out that that old beat-up phone booth was extremely valuable and produced documents with outlandish estimates as to the cost of the damages.
Uncle Owen wrote two checks, one to the judge and another payable to the phone company.
He then drove to that phone booth and waited for someone to finish their call.
Once the occupant vacated the scene, he took his big bolt cutters and clipped all the wires; and, with the help of cousin Roy Wayne, they toppled that big old phone both over into the pickup and away they went.
When the law pulled him over a few miles away, he showed them the paid receipts where he had paid for the phone booth plus costs and said that the phone company was just going to leave that phone both just the way it was and untelling how many people had already paid them for it.
He said that he had already paid for it and figured it belonged to him now and he was just getting his property.
The cops let him go at that; and, when they auctioned off his estate many years later, that old phone booth was listed in the auction flyer, complete with a picture. |
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Post by jackscrap on Apr 6, 2024 23:52:32 GMT
I’ve always wanted to have one of those red phone booths, just need to find a big ‘ole pick-up truck to get it home in.....
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Post by hmca on Apr 13, 2024 0:34:51 GMT
Caught these boys fishing off the docks on the river late this afternoon.  |
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Post by jackscrap on Apr 13, 2024 2:25:21 GMT
Three tiny ‘shrooms and a habitat tree, ie dead, but left as it provides a place for the local wildlife.   |
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Post by BuckSkin on Apr 13, 2024 23:00:12 GMT
Caught these boys fishing
The one on this end must have learned his casting technique from my granny.
My maternal grandpa was a fishing aficionado complete; in 1968, he caught the Kentucky State Record Rainbow Trout and held that record until Ben Mattingly unseated him by a mere fraction of an ounce in 1972; after 52 years, Mattingly still holds that record today.
Granny, on the other hand, was dangerous, absolutely completely teetotally dangerous, with a rod 'n' reel in her hands.
All the adults kept drilling it in us youngen's heads to steer clear of her when she was fishing; some of the kids didn't need be told as they had chunks of meat and hide missing from ears and eye-lids and nostrils where granny had hung them with that big old treble hook.
Grandpa was a short little feller, barely five foot; he kept his high-strength fishing glasses out on the end of his nose where he could see better to hit the eye on those treble hooks when tying one on.
He forgot all the warnings that us kids knew by heart and allowed himself to drop his guard and get within range of granny's wild casting.
He was busy tying a hook on his line, concentrating on the view through those thick spectacles, when granny's treble hook double-wrapped them right on the nose-piece and then slung them way out in the ice cold waters of the Cumberland, within short walking distance of Wolf Creek Dam, just feet from where that State Record Rainbow was caught.
Getting to witness this episode firsthand was priceless; you can imagine grandpa's surprise; if his glasses had of fit better, it would have ripped his ears off.
Poor ol' granny hadn't a clue; she was fishing away, with that big old red-and-white floater bobbing along; and, grandpa, yelling at her at the top of his lungs "Reel it in --- Reel it in"
Granny looked at him as if he had lost his mind.
He had come close; he had lost his spectacles and they were perched pretty darn close to his mind when they got violently yanked off.
Granny didn't want to and she sure couldn't see any need; but, she finally gave in and went to cranking that old Zebco 202; and, lo and behold, she had caught something "Why look!!; I've caught somebody's eyeglasses !!"
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Post by hmca on Apr 13, 2024 23:53:39 GMT
OK.....so when you write your book BuckSkin maybe you could use your different family members for chapter names. Granny.......; Grandpa........; etc. You know you are quite a story-teller. |
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Post by BuckSkin on Apr 14, 2024 0:39:36 GMT
You know you are quite a story-teller.
If you had lived the life I've lived with the people I lived it with, you would have some stories too.
It helps to live way below the poverty level and have a mother who is sister to the devil himself and then grow up in an old time filling station where every drunk and womanizer and guitar picker in the country hangs about.
I do have stories aplenty.
I have to wait on a few more to kick the bucket before I start my book. |
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Post by BuckSkin on Apr 14, 2024 12:06:10 GMT
in 1968, he caught the Kentucky State Record Rainbow Trout and held that record until Ben Mattingly unseated him by a mere fraction of an ounce in 1972; after 52 years, Mattingly still holds that record today.
I got my Mattinglys mixed up; it was Jim Mattingly that caught the fish; Ben was his father. |
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Post by hmca on Apr 14, 2024 16:04:20 GMT
you would have some stories too. Many people may have stories.....but not everyone can "tell a story". In my humble opinion you have a gift for telling a story. |
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Post by jackscrap on Apr 15, 2024 8:07:29 GMT
Some bird photos from my trip to Perth Zoo. Black-winged stilt and a Royal Spoonbill.   |
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Post by Lillias on Apr 15, 2024 8:47:27 GMT
Black-winged stilt and a Royal Spoonbill. Such appropriate names for these birds Jacki. |
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