Is that like taking out a home equity loan but still continuing to reap the benefit as the house increases in value?

If you'd really like to go with a 180-600, try the Sigma. I had a friend who used it on African safaris with great results.

In the past, I have been known to open a can of Chef Boyardee and eat the entire can with a spoon.

Chit-Chat guildelines preclude me from continuing this conversation here. If you really want a reply, send me a p.m.

I love the minds of cartoonists.

Got some of your own? Share 'em!!

I had great memories of the times visiting the farm in Kansas. We lived in Michigan. When I was five, Mom decided to give my a ride on Grandpa's big stallion. She put me on top of him and started leading him by his reins. He had a different idea, though, and started running towards the road. As he ran through the drainage ditch I saw a limb coming at me and bailed. Soft landing, so I wasn't hurt, but it scared my Mom. That was the last ride on the horse!!

I think, too, that when our generation was younger, we tended to listen to our elders. One day, at about the same age, 5, my grandfather showed me the pen where he kept his bull and told me that it would be dangerous to go into the pen where the bull was. He didn't have to tell me twice.

When I was 18 I was visiting and had a 3" reel to reel tape recorder. I took it with me when my uncle and cousin, who lived just up the road, went to help another farmer move a big hog from a pen into a trailer to take it to get market. The hog did not want to go. They whacked him on the side with 2 x 4's, chased it around the pen and did everything else they could to get the hog in the pen, all the while with the hog squealing blood murder. It was one of the funniest things this city boy ever saw. And I got it all on tape.

I've wondered that myself, but her mother was very territorial about the kitchen. That was her area. My Grandfather took care of the farm (half section) and she put the food on the table. She was quite a lady. She had a chicken coop full of chickens that laid eggs for sale and consumption. However, there was no sentiment. I saw her chop off the head of several chickens when needed dinner. As a young kid I was amazed at seeing a headless chicken fly.

Thanks for the thought, Triple G. However, I'm afraid that just having the ingredients will not bring back Mom's pies. As many pieces of pie as I've had in the last 50 years, I've never had ONE that could match Mom's. Mom and Dad got married in 1945 while Dad was still in the military. She was 19. Growing up on the farm her mother had never let her into the kitchen. So, cooking for Dad was her first cooking experience. After Dad got out of the service in '47, they moved to Flint, MI where he was a teacher and coach. They also bought a diner which Mom ran....and baked all the pies. So, the missing ingredient in the best pies ever is my Mom. With her diner experience, her breakfasts were a great way to start the day. I don't say much to her, but my wife just can't get eggs over easy the way my Mom did. They were always perfect.

Since you brought this up in Chit-Chat on a joke about photography I will feel free to respond. Despite going to seminary and contemplating God throughout your life, have you come into a personal relationship with Him? That is possible through Christ and the Holy Spirit.

Apparently you've never seen the inside of a B-52. I'm sure your friend might be able to stretch his legs, but that would be about it. The plane is cramped. The flights were, too, much longer than those of fighter aircraft. For a look inside a B-52, go to the 9 minute mark and beyond of the following video. Notice there's a urinal, but that's it. They are, however, awesome aircraft.

https://video.search.yahoo.com/yhs/search?fr=yhs-iba-3&ei=UTF-8&hsimp=yhs-3&hspart=iba&p=is+there+a+bathroom+in+the+b-52&type=sdff_9527_FFW_ZZ#id=3&vid=78896a7d569ca64c5c3a3047c81cd68c&action=click

Oddly enough, I only send messages to individuals with whom I'm involved in threads.

How do you find whose ignore list you're on?

It all depends on how your interpret it, especially in Copenhagen.

There was a recent thread about English being a difficult language. THIS would have been a much better illustration of why that can be the case.