Prester John
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I went to gym class to get out of band 'cause I couldn't play nuthin'.It used to be you joined the band to get out of gym class because you weren't athletic.
I went to gym class to get out of band 'cause I couldn't play nuthin'.It used to be you joined the band to get out of gym class because you weren't athletic.
Just an FYI, as part of an earlier conversation about memberships.
I did receive an email reminder and a link to renew my BF subscription.
Jack Black said:
I thought the alternative was smoking behind the bike sheds?!
They had a smoking section for students at my high school. Never had to hide.
I was a "smirking juvenile" too! The nuns wuz always gettin' after me about something.
Always wanted to move to the Yukon when I was kid with my falcon named Farka Really enjoyed the vids sir ! Looks like a great book and definitely a fine ettrick !Thank you, my friend.
That video doesn’t really show the amazing scenery that some of the other riding-the-rails pieces do, but I just thought it might be interesting, given his technique for honing his pocketknife. Humans are endlessly inventive.
Another one showing the kit loadout of a modern hobo (including cutting tools):
And this one has a bit more Alaskan scenery:
These trainhopping videos can be quite compelling - I love seeing the immense variety and beauty of the American countryside, as they roll on through.
Also if anyone is wondering what that book was, with the instructions on making a wood whistle, here it is:
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It’s a fantastic book to while away some time with, or to do cool whittling projects with kids. Highly recommended.
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The first day of seventh grade, my buddy and I reported to the band director’s office, because neither of us wanted to sing. Mr. Fischer asked, “What do you play?”
“Uhhhh, clarinet?”
“Not any more, you don’t. You guys are going to be my tuba section.”
Do you ever look back on your youth, and say ruefully, “Gee, I wish I had kept playing the piano”? Or violin, or saxophone?
Doesn’t happen that way with the sousaphone.
A few years back, I was helping my mate put up a rope swing for his kids, he was up the tree, but then couldn't tie a knot to save his life When it was his son's birthday, I bought him a book on knots and a couple of yards of rope, so that he could learn and teach his dad! The following Xmas, I met up with my mate, his missus, and 3 kids at the bookshop, having told them I'd buy them all a book. The kids picked their books, and then I went off with the kids to buy books for their parents. We got the whittling book for my mate, and for his next birthday, his son asked me if he could have a knife, so he and his dad could whittle together I have done the same with fire-starting, some years ago, my mate took his lad camping, and they had to drive for pizza because he couldn't get a fire lit! I gave the lad a fire-steel and tinder kit for his next birthday, and now they can both start a fire pretty well. He's getting a proper fire steel for Christmas! He's nine, and already teaching his dad
Thank you, Chin.
DCI bands are just like regular marching bands but there are only percussion and brass instruments (no woodwinds) and they are on a higher, more professional level. Their field shows involve story telling through music, dance, and visuals.
Here's a clip that will explain it better than I can.
Imagine running forwards, backwards, sideways, and dancing, all while playing perfectly...
Chin and Jack you’re giving me ideas.
My nephew is about that age and already has pocket knives and whittles a bit. He’s Hasn’t learned to tie many knots yet, so I think a book and cord and challenge/offer may be coming his way.
Always wanted to move to the Yukon when I was kid with my falcon named Farka Really enjoyed the vids sir ! Looks like a great book and definitely a fine ettrick !
I took Eleanor fishing for the first time today. She has her own rod and reel, but we're still working on casting, and she doesn't quite have the patience yet to sit and wait for a bite, so I did most of the fishing. We had a good time, and "she" caught her first fish, a little pumpkinseed. She helped reel it in, and was excited to hold it up for a picture.
Well, I've been aware for years that I was flirting with diabetes, but it's still a bit of a shock to wake up married to it. I guess I'm really not immortal and impervious anymore.Jer @scrteenedporch - I’m sorry to hear of your Type 2 diabetes diagnosis. Hopefully now you’re aware of it, you’ll be equipped to try to keep it in check.
Fantastic heirloom.Since things are quiet, I am going to change the subject and talk about my avatar. The pistol is a 1859 Colt Navy 44 that my great grandfather carried as a private in the Alabama 43rd infantry. It was probably part of a shipment that Colt sold Alabama in 1859. My father inherited it when he was a teenager and then he gave it to me while I was a teenager. I didn't give it to my son until he was in his forties. When I received it, it was in pretty rough shape. I had a gun smith in Virginia bring it back to museum quality. He wasn't able to replace the nipples for the caps but was able to make them look good. Mechanically, everything now works. I hope that it will be passed down to future generations. I received the holster at the same time as the Colt Navy but it may belong to a Colt 44 Frontier Model that I inherited from my grandfather. In any case, they are both 19th Century family treasures. My son has all my guns so I concentrate on collecting knives.