Older Folks and Vaping Back Porch - Part Five
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Good morning. It's still below freezing here right now but the temp will rise quickly. Bright and clear.
A story of no relevance whatsoever to anything except for the fact that my brain just dredged it from my past for no known reason:
It was 1971. I had recentlydropped out of college put my education on hold in order to find myself. (I'm going back when I do.)
I was working for my Dad in his metal fabrication shop, and was sent on a road trip to get a steel rod from the junk yard about 15 miles away. We're talking NY metro area miles here, not highway miles.
I was given a 20 dollar bill from the petty cash box for the purchase, and put it in my wallet, which contained nothing else except my driver's license and some scribbled phone numbers.
On the way to the junk yard, I smoked some crumbled driedtobacco leaves.
All junk yards in NJ used to be ginormous places where you brought some tools with you and picked through endless piles of stuff on your own. Then, if you found what you wanted you removed it from whatever else it was attached to, brought it to an inside counter, negotiated a price, and carried it out through the gate to your vehicle.
So anyway, I was looking for a 3/4" diameter piece of steel rod that needed to be at least 6' long. My mind was taking major side trips away from the task at hand; see two paragraphs back for reason. The proprietor comes outside and asks what I'm looking for. I tell him, and he says "come with me". We walk about half a mile to a pile that has what I'm looking for.
Now it's time to negotiate a price. "How much?", I ask. The guy eyeballs the tall, lanky, disheveled long-haired kid before him, and he must have taken pity on me. He says "a quarter". As I start to reach for my wallet in the right rear pocket of my tattered jeans, the guy says "now don't go pulling out a 20 dollar bill on me".
Quickly, I stop reaching for my right .... pocket, and reach instead for my left front pocket. I pull out everything in there. There's a rubber band, a dime, some pocket lint, two nickels, a machine bolt and three... no... four pennies. The kind old man (shoot, he was even older than my 45 year old Dad!) accepted the 24 cents as payment.
A story of no relevance whatsoever to anything except for the fact that my brain just dredged it from my past for no known reason:
It was 1971. I had recently
I was working for my Dad in his metal fabrication shop, and was sent on a road trip to get a steel rod from the junk yard about 15 miles away. We're talking NY metro area miles here, not highway miles.
I was given a 20 dollar bill from the petty cash box for the purchase, and put it in my wallet, which contained nothing else except my driver's license and some scribbled phone numbers.
On the way to the junk yard, I smoked some crumbled dried
All junk yards in NJ used to be ginormous places where you brought some tools with you and picked through endless piles of stuff on your own. Then, if you found what you wanted you removed it from whatever else it was attached to, brought it to an inside counter, negotiated a price, and carried it out through the gate to your vehicle.
So anyway, I was looking for a 3/4" diameter piece of steel rod that needed to be at least 6' long. My mind was taking major side trips away from the task at hand; see two paragraphs back for reason. The proprietor comes outside and asks what I'm looking for. I tell him, and he says "come with me". We walk about half a mile to a pile that has what I'm looking for.
Now it's time to negotiate a price. "How much?", I ask. The guy eyeballs the tall, lanky, disheveled long-haired kid before him, and he must have taken pity on me. He says "a quarter". As I start to reach for my wallet in the right rear pocket of my tattered jeans, the guy says "now don't go pulling out a 20 dollar bill on me".
Quickly, I stop reaching for my right .... pocket, and reach instead for my left front pocket. I pull out everything in there. There's a rubber band, a dime, some pocket lint, two nickels, a machine bolt and three... no... four pennies. The kind old man (shoot, he was even older than my 45 year old Dad!) accepted the 24 cents as payment.
Good morning, Porchers........on my way out again, but wanted to share this, especially for the Texans! A field of blubonnets!
((((((((((Gracie)))))))))))) thanks Darlin!!! Gonna try to get out tomorrow to see some for real. If not I'll be takin my son to work one day this week and stealin his truck to go bluebonnet hunting!
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Good morning everyone! I pray that all is well with y'all on this beautiful day! 
Yeah, we haven't even checked. She tried to get disability man years ago on the basis of her Type I diabetes and associated complications. It took much prodding to get her to even apply... she was subsequently denied and we spoke to a lawyer. He told us that there was nothing he could do; auto-immune diseases were not covered by disability (but obesity is?!? WTH?). Anyway, she just doesn't want to fool with it. If things get absolutely dire and gets to a point where we HAVE to have the added coverage to pay for medical expenses, then we'll probably try again. For now, we'll just suck it up and manage as best we can.
again, not prying, just lettin ya know that she'd likely qualify right off the bat if y'all decided to apply, then she would be eligible for medicare. Probably without the 2 yr waiting period. You may know that and don't wanna,,,just makin sure ya know
Yeah, we haven't even checked. She tried to get disability man years ago on the basis of her Type I diabetes and associated complications. It took much prodding to get her to even apply... she was subsequently denied and we spoke to a lawyer. He told us that there was nothing he could do; auto-immune diseases were not covered by disability (but obesity is?!? WTH?). Anyway, she just doesn't want to fool with it. If things get absolutely dire and gets to a point where we HAVE to have the added coverage to pay for medical expenses, then we'll probably try again. For now, we'll just suck it up and manage as best we can.
young punk...
i mean REALLY young punk
LOL! I was born in '76... guess that makes me the kid in these parts?
Do you see The World, way over yonder? Well, you're behind it, in the line.
Ah, but I was so much older then.
but you're younger than that nowDo you see The World, way over yonder? Well, you're behind it, in the line.
Ah, but I was so much older then.
At 9 am, the temperature here was 31.
At 10 am, it was 46.
At this rate it will be 136 degrees at 4 o'clock!
At 10 am, it was 46.
At this rate it will be 136 degrees at 4 o'clock!
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don't make me spank you
LOL!! Hey, even as a kid I much preferred spankings to being "put in the corner"... at least the spanking was quick and done!
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