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10-05-2008, 11:40 AM
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comfortably numb...
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Location: upstate
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on an island, such as manhattan?
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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10-05-2008, 01:09 PM
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comfortably numb...
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Location: upstate
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 the franklin mint?
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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10-05-2008, 04:05 PM
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comfortably numb...
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Location: upstate
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the albany times-union building?
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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10-06-2008, 02:32 AM
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comfortably numb...
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Location: upstate
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the "shot tower" in baltimore?
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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10-06-2008, 03:50 AM
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comfortably numb...
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Location: upstate
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the "bourse?"
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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10-08-2008, 08:54 AM
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Riding the Ocean Spray
Location: S.E. PA in U Sofa
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damn Tul, good one...that's it! You're up, dude.
     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. |
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10-08-2008, 10:46 AM
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Living in a Warmer Insanity
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Location: Yucatan, Mexico
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I'm a lady in the USA, rather young.
Old enough to drink, but not by much.
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10-08-2008, 12:43 PM
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comfortably numb...
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Location: upstate
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the statue of liberty?
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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10-08-2008, 01:40 PM
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Quote:
Too old. The answer, Is no. -----Added 8/10/2008 at 05 : 41 : 47----- Quote:
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10-08-2008, 04:38 PM
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Living in a Warmer Insanity
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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.
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10-08-2008, 05:41 PM
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Riding the Ocean Spray
Location: S.E. PA in U Sofa
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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.  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.  Last edited by BadNick; 10-08-2008 at 05:43 PM.. |
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10-08-2008, 05:54 PM
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Living in a Warmer Insanity
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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.
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10-08-2008, 06:01 PM
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Riding the Ocean Spray
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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. |
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10-08-2008, 06:03 PM
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Living in a Warmer Insanity
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Location: Yucatan, Mexico
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I saw that, would liked to have seen that show.
No, not in Denver. But I am Rockie Mountain High, just not in Colorado.
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10-08-2008, 06:38 PM
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Riding the Ocean Spray
Location: S.E. PA in U Sofa
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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.   |
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