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I promised I'd post this when I found it. Remember, it's less than 3 feet tall.

Sticker in Montana. "Seceed and become the Number 4 Nuclear Power." Sticker in Tennesse. "A perfect example FOR Birth Control" I'll bet the driver never looked at his car.

My latest chuckle. "My other car is a pair of boots"

I went to see a recently divorced lady about a yard full of airplanes. She had a P47, a P40, a P38 and a Grumman Duck all pushed together in a little half acre yard. She also had a box "crate" full of frames, motor parts and wheels. Three Harleys in pieces on one big box were really cheap so I bought it. A 45 flathead, a 61 cube, and a 1938 74. They were "an interesting assembly" but eventually I got the parts where they belonged and lost interest (my dad died, I joined up). When my mom wrote "I'm selling the house...you need to get your junk out of the garage," (Mothers are like that, yeah they are) I was in, or rather, off the coast of Japan, on board the Ranger at the time and I knew I wasn't going to get home to get "the junk." I wrote (yup, real letters...ink words on paper) my friend Bill and asked him to go get my "junk"...he did. Pretty soon I got a letter. "I have buyers for the 45 and the 61cube.. ..it's a reasonable offer considering." Now I have a nearly complete 74( tires, hoses and brakeshoes...and paint). I hauled it around the country, stored it in the barn at the estate, stored it at Bills when mom decided to use the barn for a firedrill, moved it here, moved it there. And hurt my back picking up a 2 and 5/8 inch bore cannon. Ended up in the VA. One of the Vietnam crazies in my unit rode his Harley to the hospital for his yearly disability appeal...and got it stolen. I gave him mine.

First they came for the communists, and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a communist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a trade unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a Jew. Then they came for me and there was no one left to speak out for me That's a quote from the war. Now, consider this. The Army takes over the duties of the police "We don't need you guys anymore." (The Army hires now, you don't "join", you go through an application proceedure...and lately they've been hiring gang members.) As little as I feel about the mindset of the police, I'd rather have them than the Army chasing me. I know how to build a gun. That would make me a terriorist. I know how to make blackpowder without going to a chemical supply... Terriorist. I can make punjii sticks..I have the main ingredent in my gut..terriorist. I've read and read Clancy...terriorist. I've made it a point to move from my place of birth... I joined this little chat...

The motherland, Mike, the essense of Russia...it transcends Soviet

I'm not sure what "normal" means. If politicians are normal I don't wanna go there. If Muslims are normal...not there either.

Went today...was rushed and only brought my .54 Lyman Flinter. When I got there I opened my Badger Bag and discovered I had O-N-E patch!!! ARRRGGGHHH. It's ok though...It took 4 primings and a ton of messing to get it to shoot and I missed. It doesn't matter if you shoot 100 rounds or just one, you gotta clean them smokepoles and that tooks hours. To the left of me was a MN44 sounding like the boom of doom. To the right was someone shooting a VERY loud pistol. Just a bucnball and I were leaving a Volvo wagon pulled up and three guys started unloading 91/30s...three trips to get 'em all and they were carrying in 3 and 4 at a time. Laminated stocks on a couple. The last load was in cases so I don't know...but it's my guess they were MN 38's and 44's. I wanted to see Man United kick Barcelona's butt so we left...I shoulda stayed.

I'm 50 % Finn!!!

I had the real Sandoz pharmaceutical served up by my Shrink on a Saturday. I was 15.

The problem with UFO's is Christianity. To admit there are really other beings out side Earth who are demonstrably smarter than we, brings the whole bible into contention.

You had normal things while trippin? I went to see Yellow Submarine in that condition. Afterwards we went to our favorite Chinese Restaurant...We had a great meal...until Fortune Cookie Time. Everyone got normal fortunes on normal fortune cookie paper. I, however, got a fortune on yellow legal pad paper (written in pencil a #2 no less) that said...People who live in glass houses shouldn't get stoned.

is it color and do the cops know?

Mike...you SPOOKED me!

Momma...kin I keep it? It followed me home.

I worked for UT Hospital transporting. I picked up a guy and took him to CT scan and wondered what was wrong...he seemed chipper enough. Well...He was missing a leg...Motorcycle VS Car thing. When he was done explaining he tried to give me the bike...brand new V Twin...new except for scratches.. I turned him down. Lots of my amputee patients were former motorcycle riders.

I've been trying to find a battleship or carrier battle flag. A friend used to work for a school supply warehouse and found one on the shelf. Disposing of old and unsaleable stock was one of his jobs. The flag had been there since the end of WW2. They told him to dispose of it...he took it home. It was huge! I have since seen a Tipi made from two Flags and I want to do the same. Any help out there?

We just got married and we're living in Larry's house. We got adopted by a cat...pretty nice feller. Marbled white and black in color and fair sized...10 or so pounds. We were both in the bedroom and "Marble" was in the dining room. "Marble, wamt a Cheeto?" He loved Cheetos. We could see him get off his chair and start into the livingroom to get to us in the bedroom, He squalls and his backlegs lift off the ground and tuck under his butt...just like he'd been kicked. He elevates...maybe 5 feet up and lands in the beedroom...he's crying and hissing and snarling and not at all happy with his life at that moment. He runs under the bed. No Cheetos all night. Come morning he's got to GO and he steps in the living room...squalls and runs back under the bed. Ever smell a scared cat fart? He tries four or five times to go in the living room but each time he runs under the bed, farting. I couldn't handle the gas so I picked him up and carried him through the living room, sat him down and he runs for the litter. As long as we lived there, I had to carry him into the bed room at night and out to the litter box in the morning. He would NOT go in the livingroom uncarried nor would he stay in it if you put him down. Crazy cat...Turns out a woman was raped and murdered 30 years before in the living room. She hated cats.

The program director gets paid to schedule some songs. Hitler said "A lie repeated often enough is believed to be the truth." Awful music heard over and over is perceived to be good...look at rap.

MClung museum on campus is good.

Paranormal huh? This should qualify. Knoxvillians will know where I'm talking about: My wife and I had just turned south on Broadway coming from Central. On the east side of Broadway the stores are rally close to the sidewalk and they have plateglass windows that reflect us as we're driving along. There's a girl walking south on Broadway. She's dressed in a 1920's flapper costume...Going to a party, I think. I mention it to my wife...she gives a timy shreak. "She's right there...but her reflection isn't." Sure enough...I can see us and the truck in the window...but not her. She's walking on the street but she has no reflection. Spooky...but wait, there's more. We turned on Cumberland heading for 16th. There's a Civil War memorial kind of on the corner but setback from the road. it's a soldier with a rifle. Only there's two of them...the second one is as grey as the stone one but he's looking around and looking lost. We drive around the corner and look back...one statue.

When I went to college the second time, I attended Ferris State College. Ferris State was a "suitcase college", nobody stayed during the weekends so Sunday nights the road to school is packed. We're driving along, there's four of us, minding our own business, and talking, when Bill, you remember Bill: He's the guy of the glass eye and peg tooth, said, "Has anyone else been seeing the lights?" "Oh thank God, I was afraid to say anything!" "yes." "So has everybody else." And the other guy in the backseat was right. All along the highway, cars are stopped and people are standing outside watching a series of lights changing shape in the sky to the west. There's no real pattern, they're just moving. Finally, putting away his slide-rule, the third guy says, "If the lights are at 1000 feet they're moving at a thousand miles an hour. If they're at 20 thousand feet they're much faster. The gee forces of the 90degree turns would tear a human apart...that's a UFO and I'm not mentioning it to any authorities. They'd never let us go."

In fall 1985 or maybe 1986 Number one son and I were driving back from (oh man...I'm getting goosebumps just remembering this) Sheridan Wy to Lewistown Mt. It's well dark, there are no lingering rays of sunlight. East of Lewistown, there's a roadside Historic Site Pull Over, for a no longer there gold mining town. North of the pull off is the last mountain in the Judith Range, Black Butte. It has no resemblence of a connection between the Judiths and it. I was just looking at Google Maps and it's very diferent. There's a road that goes between the Butte and the Judith Range. It's just a different mountain, geologically. It looks like it got dropped while the rest of the Judiths are a range of upthrusts. Looking at the map I see Black Butte is a Lava Core: It doesn't belong to the Judiths. I didn't have the benefit of Google back then, but I KNEW by its <i>feel</i>[/HTML] that it didn't belong. We had stopped, mostly for a leak, to look at the stars. (Montana skys are majorly different, here the particulate and the light glow blocks out most of the little stars. Out there the sky is so clean you can see many more. There's no explaining it except to say we could see the butte and its rough face from the abundant starlight) We're actually hoping for some northern lights...we were not hoping for what happens next. We;re standing there looking at the Butte and I said, "Have you ever noticed Black Butte doesn't belong with the rest of the range?" "I've never thought of it, but you're right...it's a lonely mountain." A light shoots out from a dark recess in the side of the mountain...it's a feathery gold beam angled up about 30 degrees...we're transfixed. (the goosebumps are strong tonight) A set of three lights shows up from the south but we're not really noticing until the lights slide down the feathery path. As it goes down the path it blocks out the stars...it's cigar shaped, pretty big and silent. We watch it slide into the deep recess where the light beam came from. There's no crash, no fire, no explosion...it just slides into the mountain. I looked at him, he looked at me, "I think it would be a good idea to leave...don't turn on the lights just yet."

I was wondering how long it would take

I'm curious to know how much money was confiscated and how much was turned in. You know...if you claim the money as yours, there enters a whole new system of complications. "How did you get the money" "Where did it come from? Show me wage stubs that prove you earned this." Only now you're talking to the IRS It's still all about the money.