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I've long said that we do NOT want to stampede the sheep. If we frighten them and they stampede, they will do something that is detrimental to our wellbeing.

My case lube still looks like an orange spray can.

Welcome to your new home!

Been there, done that, burned the tee shirt. Mine was a hole rusted through the foot valve. Luckily mine was plumbed with the black ABS pipe originally, so it was not a massive project to pull the pump. Of course my well is also a shallow well (60'), which helped a lot, too. Good luck with yours!

After seeking Nike kowtowing to Kaepernick, the American people need to cut their ties with Nike.

Welcome to your new home! Agreed, the dim Dems misconstrue everything they can into something evil-sounding.

My wife says if we ever have to move again, she's piling it all in the front yard and burning it, then starting from scratch at the new place. We've been here 40 years, so not much danger of that.

If you're talking military airplanes, I'll agree. I've been flying civilian light aircraft for over 60 years, and I've not had one put me afoot yet. If the wings are still on it and it's not on fire, I'll land it and walk away.

Actually, it's LODEstar... https://www.airplanesofthepast.com/c60-lodestar.htm I flew skydivers in Cessna 180s in the late '60s. Anybody who'll jump out of a perfectly good airplane is nuts!

I've dug too many of those holes, small and medium (goats). I'm terribly sorry for your loss.

"Oh, Rochester..."

I still have my Revere 8mm windup movie camera with two lenses mounted in the turret.

I'm so old, I started flying back when most small airplanes didn't have starters or electrical systems. Instruments consisted of compass, altimeter, airspeed and gas gauge. On the better equipped planes, there was a turn/bank and a clock. I worked at the airport when I was 15 and refueled planes and started them by spinning the props. That was how I earned my flying time, since I wasn't being paid for working there. Soloed shortly after my 16th birthday in an Aeronca Champ. I could fly into Dallas Love Field without a radio. Just enter the pattern and watch the tower for a green light to land.

And the penny tubes of peanuts my dad taught me to pour into the nickel Cokes! Good stuff!

I remember buying gas for $.15 per gallon during a 'gas war' at Waco, TX when I was stationed at Ft. Hood. I remember listening to Fibber McGee and Molly, Jack Benny, The Shadow, and the Lone Ranger on the radio. I watched Howdy Doody on our black & white TV and found it funny (part of the time).