Some years ago I was waiting at a crossing when two fellows were riding on the platform beneath the ends of an airflow hopper car. I can still remember their cheerful wave as they passed by. There were never a couple of guys with less of a care in the world than those two appeared to have.
It's a Facebook world out there. Self absorption and fascination with our own burps sums it up perfectly. They're called selfies because narcissistie is too hard to spell.
There were entire towns or additions to towns built by companies using Sears houses to house workers. The closest one to me is Carlinville, Illinois. The Standard addition was built to house mine employees. A bit over 150 houses remain. Dupont and other companies did the same thing.
They probably stood the loss of that sale OK. I remember when you could order auto parts out of the catalog. They not only sold stock replacements, but also speed equipment probably into the 1980s. Truly the Amazon of their time. Too bad they shot it all up against the wall.
This is the issue I have with the radical anti-vax crowd. I understand the fear, real or not, but I am also old enough to remember the "end" of people contracting some really nasty things that are now reappearing. We call it eradicating diseases, but they were never gone, just waiting for a...
Came across a small group of Hear It Now episodes online. Last night was mostly about the sacking of General Douglas MacArthur and his address to Congress along with some debate about escalation in Korea. Politicians insulting each other and questioning intelligence/pedigree on the floor was...
That used to be a common one here but I haven't heard it for quite a while. Another one I haven't heard lately is "richer than four feet up a bull's ass."
I have become fairly confident over the last few years that survival was never the goal. The whole plan has been to bleed off the valuable assets, rob the other shareholders and walk away just as the whole thing collapsed and there is nothing much of value left. It is basically a real estate...
I have seen a number of these photos purporting to be of people holding cell phones, hence "proof" of time travelers.
I've decided that people who believe this kraut have no comprehension of someone holding an object that does not have a tiny screen in their hands and examining it. I'm not sure...
A popular variation here was the bootleg turn. You could do it with a manual transmission by downshifting and applying throttle with use of the parking brake at the wheelmans discretion. With an automatic judicious use of the parking brake was a requirement.
Or at least so I have been told. :p
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