English, JimH, I guess no one was watching their FICO scores. I learnt about the "perils" of debt early on in life, by just by listening and hanging around in my neighborhood on the lower east side in NYC. Once you get anyone on the treadmill of debt, credit card or otherwise, you "own them". The problems get woise and woiser as time goes by, and all without piano accompaniment. I guess countries finances are no different. That is how Imperial Russia, España, France and most of Europe for that matter, got themselves into a pickle from the 1100's on. Why should today be any different, commerce is the catalyst and commerce demands it! Debt and pressure on trade to and from Cathay, such as piracy and camelback "toll booths" on the Silk Roads, precipitated the discovery of the new world (all pre Frigidaire of course). As always in those days it was more on a personal level between family members, more like a chess game involving kings, queens, brothers, cousins and in-laws etc. EC is just a modern version now pitted against the same exporter of centuries ago, Cathay. Debt just keeps being moved about, cloaked and reinvented, it has always been the hidden commerce of choice. The common denominator is $greed$, Corzine is probably the reincarnation of Marco Polo’s evil twin, that is all. (IMHO as always and a capitalist at heart).

Canine58, beautifull mt. road, brings to mind an old '57 speedster Allman Bros Mt. Jam, on the way to that beautiful creek pool. Nice work. Photographs are incredible time machines arent they? Thanks for the trip.

Andrea, Nice shots, like the bw of the knot....

Overly or Sparsely, depending on the hackle, one can sometimes get a clue. As for me I like my warts better than I like water, unless there are Bows, Brownies or Salmon in it. Do you know Doaktown, or Storeyville?
Regards, Warthog0

Welcome from another newbie.

With everyones permission, to our friends who could not make this muster.

Standing and looking from an ancient craggy hill,
Waves caress the granite bluffs with claps of thunder.
The seagull’s cries are louder now, the raging sea now still.
Crimson waves of poppy fields adorn a place of slumber,
That gently sway beneath a warm and spectral breeze,
Caressing dressed right rows of marbled markers white
that vanish where sea and sky are joined in quite sunlight.
Poppies swaying as if to signal, they beckon you come nearer,
Come and talk with me old friend, you look older do not fear.
Is Virginia still so pretty, does she miss me as I do her,
How is little brother Jimmy, is he training that new hound?
Is Dad chasing that old eight pointer, that’s been running him around?
And has grandpa caught that devil pike that has him kicking the ground.
I can’t wait to be out with them in the morning mist, for good.
You sit nearer and then whisper, through a beard now so much whiter
“Your name’s etched on pure white marble and made holy by your name.
The cold stone is deep within our hearts, you did not leave us in vain.
Cause you gently lay within our hearts, where your memory remains.”
AKP

Overly hackled, just so you understand the question I asked Roadrunner, it pertained to the ad for Makers Mark he had on his T-shirt. The question was, since he obviously has come across the branded hooch, whether he ever came across the elusive Black label that they put out in a very short run. As to the other post, regarding the skunked thing...Looking through the posts, I saw that Roadrunner was a fly fisherman, and that he had posted a picture of what I gather to be himself holding a skunk, which was preceded by a picture of what I gathered was himself again apparently going out fishing or coming back fishing. If you have read any of my posts since my arrival here, you would not be of the mark to say that I like a good joke. I took the opportunity to make jest as fisherman often do, and asked him if it was a subliminal message that he "got Skunked", As to the skunk, It may not have been a military one, but who knows it could have been, I could not discern whether the stripe was that of a private or a buck Sgt. I did not intend to include the reference to the skunk here as well if indeed it was not. I also decided to share with him that I too was a fly fisherman and that I last fished in Canada in NB (New Brunswick) with a dear friend of mine of 40+ years, who just passed away. Since My friend did service in the Navy, I did not see it a problem mentioning him in my post as well. Seeing that we both were Veterans before we were fisherman anyway. As stated on my other post I joined the Army in '64 did my Basic and AIT in Ft. Dix N.J., Signed up for Airborne training Ft. Benning, As luck would have it, I was chosen to serve in the The 3d U.S. Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard) in Fort Meyers. After serving at this post for over a year I went to VietNam. I volunteered for door gunner duty as did most of my buddies from the 3rd Herd Co. D. I served with 129th Aviation, at Dong BahTin, Phan Rhang, Tuy Hoa and Ban Me Thuot. Spent several weeks in Nha Trang Field Hospital and reassigned to the 135th Aviation Co. I was separated at Ft. Hood Tex. In 1968. So if I erred posting trite questions I will retract them now.

Thanks, no I contacted the correct person, or are there topics we can not discuss with other veterans. I'm confused about your message.

I'll post some old pictures when I get to them and get them comverted. Ft. Dix '64, Ft. Myers, 3rd Herd Co.D Old Guard,65-66, 129thAvn&135thAvn/10th Av Bn, 135thAvn 66-7, and out Ft Hood Tx. '68. Good to see all these posts, feels like old home week. They are never are far away from us.

Roadrunner, have you ever come across MMark black lable?

Roadrunner, Dont know where you flyfish, but are eyou saying you got skunked? You know it is hard to resist especially with the sequense....Fished in NB in2008 with my buddy of 40+ years, for the last time. Well trade lies some time..

Thanks!
"In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below."

My personal Favorite, Bridge OS.

Here is the link. http://www.safesea.com/salvage/ss_cases/orinoco_cirrus.html

I imagine that someone would have noticed. I just don’t know, we are talking about 1967, and my recollection of the incident did not include any conversation regarding whether her grandchildren noticed anything odd regarding her serendipitous ability to foresee filmless cameras, but that is another matter. If she indeed was pulling our legs and was out for an afternoon of mischievous entertainment (and staying with the same anatomical part) and got a kick out of it, then, bless her sweet mirthful soul. Looking back through the foggy lenses of a memory now on Social Security, I do recall her looking a bit like Ruth Gordon’s character Ma Boggs, but in character closer to my dear sainted mother, as they say in Eireann! But then again, she may as you say be chuckling into her kerchief as we speak, in that case, 44 years later I’m still chuckling with her, cause it was a good one.