No, as in 2 roads crossing, an intersection.

Not only can you get the corn at this intersection, but he also has coconuts, poi, and poke.

hula hula

Are you on Maui at the cross roads of Baldwin and Hana?

Hawaiian crossroads...

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...ncrossroad.jpg

lunchtrucks....

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...ksinhawaii.jpg

Too many choices....are you on Molokai?

Im on Oahu, town of about 35,000 or so.

This one is too famous...not sure if that's good or bad...so I assume you're not here:
http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...ckGiovanni.jpg


So are you at one of these lunchtruck spots?

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...unchtrucks.jpg

No. Apparently my lunchtruck is secret, or at least off map.

The town where I am is on your map though, badboy.

Kaneohe?

That was one long strange trip. Im glad to be home.
*
Kudos Tully. Its your move.

Glad to have you home.

Ok where am I?

EH?


...gd, that lunch truck place reminds me of the video associated with that cute little tune by MIA ...the paper airplanes one...they're working that lunch truck.

NH?

No.
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Yes.

city?

Not a city.

park?

mountain?

Monument?

3 no's in a row

body of water?

No, but I see water.

A bridge?

us?

No
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Yes

Just to summarize so far for my own sanity: In the U.S., not a city, not a park, not a mountain, not a monument, not a bridge, but you can see water.

On a beach?

I'm not on beach.

Maybe this will help...

I see water all around me.

swimming pool? .......J/K.


Are you on an island?

Martha's Vineyard?

West of the Mississippi?

Yes, I'm on an island... what gave it away?
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No, but after yesterdays "who am I" post by you I almost feel like saying yes.:D

? ^

Island surrounded by salt water?

So you're saying it's not but it really is? :crazy:

No I'm saying it's not Martha's Vineyard... and you still suck:)
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Which "one" question would you like me to answer?

I'll go with the first.

I am West of the Mississippi.

santa catalina?

^ sorry, Tul. I just quoted myself since my previous question was missed...oh missus. But hey, who's counting?

Are you near the Strait of San Juan de Fuca? ...near meaning less than 500 miles?


(...as an aside, or not: I tried a glass of Stella Artois again at lunch today since the tap I asked for was not pouring yet...I kindly asked her to pour it down the drain and give me a Yingling...that Artois stuff is nasty...imo)

south padre?

Right coast, wrong Island... wrong body of water.
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How did your question get missed? You asked one then jewels asked one then you asked another. I'm lost... yet again.

I'm farther the 500 miles from the Strait of Juan de Fuca.

Are you on one of the 'freak' states?

alcatraz?

I'm going to say no but only because, even after reading through the link, I don't know where the freak states are.
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No, but I can see "The Rock."

alameda nas?

Nope, wrong island. Right branch of service.

Drake's Island

No. I'm in San Francisco Bay. I checked on wiki and can't find a Drake's Is. in SF Bay.

I always forget clues that involve "East/West"...

your "Rock" clue shoved me off from the obvious, to a more abstract interpretation of a 'famous rock', 'initial rock', 'Plymouth Rock'.. ah

i have to pee...

I'm man made for a specific purpose, if that helps.

Treasure Island? ...though not the one by Robert Louis Stevenson

Treasure Island, a man made island, has been used as an international airport, site of the 1939–40 World’s Fair and as a military base. The Museum of The City of San Francisco has an article and links to other World’s Fair information.

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...and_Aerial.jpg

Yes sir, I am on Treasure Island. Went to welding and firefighting school there.

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3037/...723f58.jpg?v=0

Fun times. To graduate the school you had to don the "hot suit" (a silver looking thing with a helmet that appeared to be made by NASA) and walk through a 30ft diesel fire, pick up a 5 gallon bucket of water and walk back out.

A couple years later I found myself in Samoa where I visited the grave of Robert Louis Stevenson. His tombstone reads:

You're up Nick.

OK, where in the world am I?


Tul,
One of the products/business groups where I work develops and manufactures body cooling apparatus...for industrial workers, military, etc. About 10 or so years ago, we developed and tested a system for cooling those fire suits you mentioned. As we were running our tests, a guy...I wish I remembered his name...came to witness and help with development; he was pretty much the world's leading expert in specialized heat/fire protection suits and systems. I recall getting into that suit and getting into a big heat treatment oven to test it...we didn't have breathing air available at the first runs, so I had a tube that led from my mouth and out the door so I could breath, and we had some prearranged signals in case I felt faint...first test failed since I got too hot and had to get out.

NH?


Nick:

Here I am somewhere in the Indian Ocean between Diego Gracia and Kenya. Standing a couple frames forward of the flight deck, starboard, just before sunrise. We did most of our drills in the pre-dawn hours due to heat. We had no air supply at all in those days, by 0900 or 1000 it would be well over 100 degree. In that suit it felt more like 150.

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3261/...8e16f4.jpg?v=0

yes, NH

WH?

yes WH

US of A?

city?

yes, U Sofa and I'm in a special building in a city.

the empire state building?

Ahhh, Empire State building is one of my favorite buildings. I remember the first time I went up in it...I was about 10 years old.

per wiki: The Empire State Building is a 102-story Art Deco skyscraper in New York City at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and West 34th Street. Its name is derived from the nickname for the state of New York. It stood as the world's tallest building for more than forty years, from its completion in 1931 until construction of the World Trade Center's North Tower was completed in 1972. Following the destruction of the World Trade Center in 2001, the Empire State Building again became the tallest building in New York City and New York State.

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...David_Shan.jpg


...but sorry, unc. I'm not in the Empire State Building.

landlocked state?

West of the Mississippi?

not a landlocked state and not west of the miss.

Are you back in Pennsylvania?

nope, not in PA

on an island, such as manhattan?

not on an island not i manhattan, i do not like green eggs and ham ...not trying to make a clue, just "brain streaming"

http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y13...eggsandham.jpg


the franklin mint?

North of 35 degrees?

Not the Franklin Mint.

Yes, north of 35 lat.

the albany times-union building?

In NY state?

not in the albany times-union bldg

not in NY state

the "shot tower" in baltimore?

Not in Baltimiore and not a shot tower, but philosophically somewhat close.

the "bourse?"

We have a bourse in Philly, not sure if that's the one you mean; it's a pretty cool space. But I'm not in a bourse anyway, anywhere.

Are you in DC?

not DC...go north

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You guys are whimping out. Give up?

clue: where I am I can see "land" and "sea"

Old North Church- Boston

damn Tul, good one...that's it! You're up, dude.

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...End_Boston.jpg

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...rchSteeple.jpg

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...oston_1882.jpg

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...re_Lantern.jpg

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...vereStatue.jpg

I remember loving this poem as a little kid...I wanted to be Paul Revere:

Paul Revere's Ride
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,--
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm."

Then he said "Good-night!" and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war;
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon like a prison bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.

Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street
Wanders and watches, with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers,
Marching down to their boats on the shore.

Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,
By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town
And the moonlight flowing over all.

Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,--
A line of black that bends and floats
On the rising tide like a bridge of boats.

Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse's side,
Now he gazed at the landscape far and near,
Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry tower of the Old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns.

A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.

It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer's dog,
And felt the damp of the river fog,
That rises after the sun goes down.

It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the meeting-house windows, black and bare,
Gaze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.

It was two by the village clock,
When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
He heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadow brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket ball.

You know the rest. In the books you have read
How the British Regulars fired and fled,---
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
>From behind each fence and farmyard wall,
Chasing the redcoats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,---
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo for evermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.

yawa it evag eulc ehT.

Ok, where am I?

EH?

WH

And I'm a lady.

US?

...I can think of a couple ladies around these parts

Hey lady! Are youse below the US of A, as in South of the Border?

I'm a lady in the USA, rather young.

Old enough to drink, but not by much.

the statue of liberty?

Are you in TX, Tully?

Too, east.
Too old.
The answer,
Is no.
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Too south.

Alright. Are you west of the Miss?

Or are you the Miss?

I am many miles west of the Mississippi.

As stated I'm not that old, barely drinking age. I think the Mississippi is older then that.

Are you Portlandia, leaning down with a helping hand from city hall?

No, too far west and not high enough.

edit: oops, just missed Tul's post so now I know :( ...OK Tul, are you in Wyoming?


In case gd is wrong, I'll ask if you're in Washington State?

gd,
Whether it's right or wrong, that's seems like a good guess. I never heard of Portlandia so I looked it up.

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...I/IMG_1026.jpg

Wiki says: "...The statue itself is 36 feet (11 meters) high. If standing, the woman would be about 50 feet (15 m) high..." so of course it reminds me of the old classic "Attack of the 50 ft. Woman" though Portlandia seems a lot more peaceful.
http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...Foot_Woman.jpg

No, not Wyoming.

Portlandia is cool I remember the day they floated her up the river. Saw Bruce Springsteen the night before watched it float by from my hotel room.

Hey, you probably know Bruce was in Philly last weekend singing up a storm for Barak.

Tul, are you in Denver? I'm thinking maybe since it's high up and The Paper Lady is 27 y.o....

The Paper Lady has been Denver's premiere stationery store since 1981. With affordable prices and fantastic results, its no wonder so many customers have continually come from all over Denver to The Paper Lady. Anything, such as wedding invitations, birth announcements, unique party invitations, Christmas photo cars, moving announcements or distinctive gift items, The Paper Lady will personalize to your specific tastes.

I saw that, would liked to have seen that show.

No, not in Denver. But I am Rockie Mountain High, just not in Colorado.

Our Lady of the Rockies in Butte, Montana?


Visitors to Our Lady of the Rockies, a 90-foot statue placed on the East Ridge overlooking Butte, can see Montana peaks and valleys as far as 100 miles. Our Lady, built entirely by volunteers and maintained by a non-profit organization, was begun in 1979 and completed in 1985. The statue was built in sections in Butte. In the fall of 1985, 400 tons of concrete were poured for its base. In December, members of the Montana National Guard, the Army Reserve and teams of civilian workers cooperated as the statue was lifted to the site in sections by an Air National Guard team from Nevada, using a Sky Crane helicopter.

At the statue site visitors are able to go inside the towering metal structure. Our Lady of the Rockies is dedicated to women, regardless of religion. Around the base of the observatory on the mountain is a women's memorial wall consisting of the names of 13,000 women who have died throughout the world.

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...%20I/9470h.jpg

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