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Jul 12, 2018 10:30:51   #
You all have missed the greatest Western ever, SHANE
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Jul 12, 2018 10:24:47   #
Semper Fi to all who served and God bless them all.
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Jul 7, 2018 11:00:35   #
Graham Thirkill wrote:
"The Black Telephone"

When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer; the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.

"Information, please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

"Information."

"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.

"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."

"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.

I said I could.

"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.

She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, "Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."

"Information," said in the now familiar voice.

"How do I spell fix?" I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.

When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much.

"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.

"Information."

I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying,

"Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."

I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

"I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

"Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle.

A different voice answered, "Information."

I asked for Sally.

"Are you a friend?" she said.

"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."

Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?"

"Yes . . ." I replied.

"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you."

The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?


Lifting you on eagle's wings.

May you find the joy and peace you long for.

Life is a journey . . . NOT a guided tour.

I loved this story and just had to pass it on. I hope you find it lovable too. Life is short; drink the good wine first.


Cheers and Beers
Graham
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Graham, not often do I have tears in my eyes but, your post caused a flood.
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Jul 3, 2018 12:42:28   #
3dees wrote:
thank you for posting that. I was wounded on July 19 1969. ground pounder in 1st Marine Division.


Semper Fi dees
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Jul 3, 2018 11:42:48   #
fhadfield wrote:
Answer my question. Which Trump(s) is a trophy h****r?


What's the matter "Dingy Harry", can't answer my question?
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Jul 3, 2018 11:28:35   #
jaycoffman wrote:
IMHO if a herd needs culling there are rangers who can do it. Letting spoiled, soulless rich Americans travel half way across the planet to shoot some animal in a pen is horrifying, unnecessary and counter productive because there are always more i***ts who think that is cool. Let the pros handle it.


What you say makes sense.
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Jul 3, 2018 11:17:53   #
DIRTY HARRY wrote:
Why do they have to have elk t***splanted to states such as Kentucky where elk used to roam, Pheasants Forever, Ducks Unlimited are other organizations that are in the fight to save wildlife? They weren't going extinct on their own. Face it, your just farming wild life. If i'm a whining Liberal you are a selfish, self centered, spoiled brat. Like the Trump boys I guess.


Answer my question. Which Trump(s) is a trophy h****r?
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Jul 3, 2018 11:06:57   #
[quote=jccash][quote=DIRTY HARRY]American h****r's images of her black giraffe 'trophy k**l' spark outrage
Fox News Sun, Jul 1 1:12 PM EDT
 
Photos of a female h****r from Kentucky proudly showing off the results of her “dream hunt” – a dead black giraffe in South Africa – have ignited a firestorm across social media after being picked up by a local African media outlet. “W***e A******n savage who is partly a Neanderthal comes to Africa and shoot down a very rare black giraffe courtesy of South Africa stupidity,” read the June 2018 tweet, posted by Africa Digest. “Her name is Tess Thompson Talley. The controversial images, which were posted by a Kentucky woman identified as Tess Thompson Talley a year ago, show her standing proudly beside a dead giraffe bull along with the caption: “Prayers for my once in a lifetime dream hunt came true today! ...[/quot

I H**e trophy h****rs including Trumps kids.[/quote]

Which Trump Kid is a trophy h****r?
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Jul 3, 2018 10:57:23   #
fhadfield wrote:
Semiper Fi cwp


Let's try that again. It's SEMPER FI
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Jul 3, 2018 10:55:55   #
cwp3420 wrote:
My wife and I visited Eagles Nest, N.M. last weekend, and they have a Vietnam Memorial there created by a man whose son died in country in an ambush. This was the first memorial created in the U.S. honoring those vets from all the Services. I took two photos of a UH-1 Huey they have on display, and a photo of a plaque on a wall. I wanted to post these in honor of all of our Vietnam vets on here. I served from 1969 to 1971 but never went over. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for answering the call and keeping us free. It is noted and deeply appreciated.
My wife and I visited Eagles Nest, N.M. last weeke... (show quote)


Semiper Fi cwp
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Jun 17, 2018 10:37:56   #
NMGal wrote:
God help us all!


And they vote!
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Jun 17, 2018 10:31:50   #
berchman wrote:
For the crapping, yes, but not for the peeing which is due to enlarged prostate.


Ya think?
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Jun 12, 2018 12:46:54   #
Don't feel sorry for me asswhipe, I'm a big Trump supporter.
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Jun 12, 2018 11:47:10   #
Hey s**tface,
Comment on Canadian politics and keep your big mouth shut when it comes to ours.
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May 28, 2018 12:28:48   #
Cute
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