Bigger Don
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Whut kinda bird store ya got there with no carrier pigeons?Yeh. Same thing. Got data in the apt but not at the bird store.
Whut kinda bird store ya got there with no carrier pigeons?Yeh. Same thing. Got data in the apt but not at the bird store.
Parrots.Whut kinda bird store ya got there with no carrier pigeons?
Talk is cheap!Parrots.
Yep. Some of the things they come up with will make you gasp!Talk is cheap!
BTW, way back when and I was an older-than-typical undergrad, we had a talking bird (never saw it) across the way from our apartment. Neighbors would open the windows when the weather was right. It would screech like a women-unscorned (know-what-I-mean, Vern?) then scream "Shut up you g-damn bird!". This would go on all afternoon, until the sun started to set, making the air a bit cooler, and (we guessed) the neighbors to close they windows to protect the bird.
Tough to study when you're laughing.
Ha! I'm an ex-bartender with a 25yo daughter and 27yo son!Yep. Some of the things they come up with will make you gasp!
So you've heard it all.Ha! I'm an ex-bartender with a 25yo daughter and 27yo son!
Said, heard. Iceberg, Goldberg.So you've heard it all.
Maybe you can convince him to start wearing his favorites in his size.He went on to say that that he didn't really wear fedoras but had been collecting them...
Maybe this guy is a potential new lounge member? I met a guy in the grocery store with an Akubra and he was excited to find out about us.Met a guy in my favorite watering hole a couple of weeks ago while I was wearing my Cavanagh 100. He commented that he "liked my open road" saying that his grand father used to wear one all the time which led to a discussion about the hat not being an open road but a "clone" of sorts and all the different ones out there. I offered the hat to him and after politely wiping his hands on a napkin, he looked it over and commented on what a nice hat it is.
Ran into him again yesterday while wearing my Gannon and this started a discussion on custom hats. He went on to say that that he didn't really wear fedoras but had been collecting them for some years with the plan of decorating his "man" room with his collection, saying he had about forty of various makes and sizes. This led to a discussion where he agreed to let me see his collection to help him determine what he has. Time and date yet to be set, location undisclosed, here.
Maybe this guy is a potential new lounge member? I met a guy in the grocery store with an Akubra and he was excited to find out about us.
Maybe you can convince him to start wearing his favorites in his size.
Back in the sixties, when I had to travel by bus, I used to wait at one of those busy multiple bus stops. It was also an extremely busy junction, feeding traffic into London from the north. The big trucks, back then, would emit a loud hiss from their air brakes as they slowed at the junction. Above the bus stop, in one of the apartments, and probably on the balcony, was a mynah bird. It could imitate those hissing air brakes perfectly, even the volume level it got spot on. Times I leapt out of my skin thinking that a truck was within inches of me.BTW, way back when and I was an older-than-typical undergrad, we had a talking bird (never saw it) across the way from our apartment. Neighbors would open the windows when the weather was right. It would screech like a women-unscorned (know-what-I-mean, Vern?) then scream "Shut up you g-damn bird!". This would go on all afternoon, until the sun started to set, making the air a bit cooler, and (we guessed) the neighbors to close they windows to protect the bird.
I'm a bit worried, did I belong to that category
Btw I work as a history teacher for childeren in there 13-18's.
But you know what they say, history teachers are really crazy...
Some call me gangstar (Al Capone).
When I walk too school I see all the students, at the windows, look at me.
My own students find it very strange, but love it.
I'm 'the teacher with the cool hat' and I get alot of remarks: "that hat looks cool on you".
My 'look' also raises some questions like: " why are you wearing a hat?"
I then say: because I love it, and I like the look!!
Back in the sixties, when I had to travel by bus, I used to wait at one of those busy multiple bus stops. It was also an extremely busy junction, feeding traffic into London from the north. The big trucks, back then, would emit a loud hiss from their air brakes as they slowed at the junction. Above the bus stop, in one of the apartments, and probably on the balcony, was a mynah bird. It could imitate those hissing air brakes perfectly, even the volume level it got spot on. Times I leapt out of my skin thinking that a truck was within inches of me.
My friends have gotten used to my hats, and to the variety of hats that I own. However, last night I got to see a bit of how they *see* me.
Our family showed up at a friend's house to allow our kids to spend Halloween together and go house to house as a group. When I entered the house the husband greeted me by saying, "Guess who I'm supposed to be?" He was dressed in a dark brown corduroy suit, complete with matching vest, a plaid Christmas ribbon tied in a bow around his neck, and a crumpled late 60's - early 70's (best guess) fedora on his head. With the biggest smile he then said, "I'm YOU!"
Now, I admit I dress in business clothes and either wear a long tie or a bow tie to work each day. However, I'd like to think my fashion sense reflects more a 40's - 50's vibe than what I saw before me. Still, it lets me understand how he, and probably others, sees me. That knowledge won't make me stop wearing hats or change how I dress, but it's good to know how I look in someone else's eyes. My wife tolerates the more formal wardrobe, and the management at the office tends to appreciate the effort to wear something other than jeans and a knit shirt.
I enjoy my hats and will continue to wear them despite the less than flattering image others may see.
My friends have gotten used to my hats, and to the variety of hats that I own. However, last night I got to see a bit of how they *see* me.
Our family showed up at a friend's house to allow our kids to spend Halloween together and go house to house as a group. When I entered the house the husband greeted me by saying, "Guess who I'm supposed to be?" He was dressed in a dark brown corduroy suit, complete with matching vest, a plaid Christmas ribbon tied in a bow around his neck, and a crumpled late 60's - early 70's (best guess) fedora on his head. With the biggest smile he then said, "I'm YOU!"
Now, I admit I dress in business clothes and either wear a long tie or a bow tie to work each day. However, I'd like to think my fashion sense reflects more a 40's - 50's vibe than what I saw before me. Still, it lets me understand how he, and probably others, sees me. That knowledge won't make me stop wearing hats or change how I dress, but it's good to know how I look in someone else's eyes. My wife tolerates the more formal wardrobe, and the management at the office tends to appreciate the effort to wear something other than jeans and a knit shirt.
I enjoy my hats and will continue to wear them despite the less than flattering image others may see.
The kids in my Sunday School class, and the 11 year old Boy Scouts I work with have already accepted me and my hats. Last week I wore my Cavanagh Homburg just to be a little more "dressy," and a couple of them really wanted to know about the style and the name and the history... and the half blind stitching this one has, etc, etc.
One boy in particular lit up when I told him Stetson makes a hat named the same as his name. I thought of talking with his parents about me going in and getting him that hat when he "graduates" out of the 11 year old scouts into the regular scout troop with the older boys... we shall see. He's a great young man, really, a good leader and always does the right thing in whatever circumstance in which I see him. I was such a goof off when I was 11 and 12...