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300UGUY
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Do you have a set of pin punches? I've had a set forever, mine are the General brand, not real expensive.
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Do you have a set of pin punches? I've had a set forever, mine are the General brand, not real expensive.
RoyJackson
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Pin punches would work...IF I pull the linkage out of the tractor. I'm trying to remove the pins with the linkage in place....which means no solid surface to drive against.
WayneB
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Sitting in the hotel room in San Francisco. Overcast this morning, but sure it will clear up by mid morning. Heading home tomorrow late flight
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good morning it looks like a nice day in store.its 58 now warming to 80.
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Morning all. Partly cloudy, 73 with 94% humidity this morning. The forecast is for 88 and 70% chance of thunderstorms. Had a couple of real sharp ones come through yesterday afternoon.
I see the digging equipment down at the graveyard. That reminds me I was going to tell a funny story about Steve Sharp, my cousin who died earlier in the week. The story starts in 1939 when my mama was 11 years old. My granddaddy had two wives before he married my granny and mamma had two older sets of half brothers and sisters. One of her older half sisters was named Ruby. In the year mentioned, one day Ruby was at a friends house in Altha across from the school. [in '39 the school was 10 years old. It's somewhat older today, but still there] Ruby was out gathering the eggs when a man named Sam Mathias made unwanted advances at her. Things got out of hand and Ruby resorted to an ax propped up against the chicken coop to convince Sam she wasn't the girl he thought she was. It took a couple of years, but he died of the wounds from the ax.
Not long after Daddy got out of the German prison camp and returned stateside, he married Mama in July of 45. Four or five years later they bought the old Sam Mathias place, tearing the old house there down and storing the lumber. It was about this time that Pa, my daddy's daddy went to the pen for a year and a day for turning corn into good drinking whiskey. Daddy gave up the whiskey business and went to Tampa to find work. My sister was born in Tampa, but when Mamma was pregnant with me, they moved back home and started a house on the Sam Mathias place, using some of the lumber from the old house.
I don't know what caused it, but that house had a ghost in it from the time it was built in 1960. It seemed natural to me because I had lived my whole life there. We called the ghost Sam. Very rarely did you see anything, it was usually just sounds. Our kitchen was off the dinning room which was off the living room. Back then people didn't knock, they would just come on in. The front door was heavy and always made a dragging noise. If we were in the kitchen and heard the front door open, we would just yell, "we're back here. Come on in." I can't tell you the number of times Sam got us with that one. Or if you were in the bathroom, you would hear the floor squeak in the hall. You would say, "I'm in here. I'll be out in a few minutes." Later on when Mamma and Daddy had built the new house, I lived in the old house for a while after getting back from the Navy. Sam had a way of waiting until you were in a compromising situation before making you think the front door had just opened. I have had more than a few lady friends leave when I told them about having a ghost.
I know this has been a long preamble, but now we get to Steve and Rhonda. My Uncle James worked for a company that did big smokestack and power plant jobs. He would live in a town three or four years with each job. The last job before he retired was in Rome Ga. Rhonda and her two sisters had most of their teenage years there. Rhonda finished high school in Altha, but Rome was home to her. Enter Steve Sharp. Steve was in the Navy when they got married. They lived on the sub base in New London. When he was through with his hitch, he worked at the base golf course as a contract worker. But they soon ask if they could rent the old house. By this time I was married and living in Blountstown with Margie.
They got moved in and Steve got a job at the Caverns Golf Course in Marianna. They were making repairs for the first few month's rent. Late one night Rhonda was painting while Steve was sleeping on the couch. She felt/heard him walk up behind her, so she ask, "how is it looking?" He did't reply because he was't there. She went looking for him and found him sleeping on the couch. The next day everyone was gone but my Aunt Eunice. Rhonda told her about what happened, and Eunice said, "that was just Sam. Don't worry about it." My aunt couldn't talk plain, so Rhonda couldn't understand anything but 'that is just Sam.' When Mamma came home, she ask her about it.
As soon as Mamma told her the story of Ruby, the ax and the old house, Rhonda went next door and started packing their stuff. When Steve came home from work, they loaded all that would fit and left the rest of it. Rhonda wouldn't stay another night in the house, they went to a hotel for the night. The next morning they were at the golf course when it opened. Steve quite the job and got his pay. They have been living in Rome ever since.
About a week later I went up and got the job at the golf course.
I see the digging equipment down at the graveyard. That reminds me I was going to tell a funny story about Steve Sharp, my cousin who died earlier in the week. The story starts in 1939 when my mama was 11 years old. My granddaddy had two wives before he married my granny and mamma had two older sets of half brothers and sisters. One of her older half sisters was named Ruby. In the year mentioned, one day Ruby was at a friends house in Altha across from the school. [in '39 the school was 10 years old. It's somewhat older today, but still there] Ruby was out gathering the eggs when a man named Sam Mathias made unwanted advances at her. Things got out of hand and Ruby resorted to an ax propped up against the chicken coop to convince Sam she wasn't the girl he thought she was. It took a couple of years, but he died of the wounds from the ax.
Not long after Daddy got out of the German prison camp and returned stateside, he married Mama in July of 45. Four or five years later they bought the old Sam Mathias place, tearing the old house there down and storing the lumber. It was about this time that Pa, my daddy's daddy went to the pen for a year and a day for turning corn into good drinking whiskey. Daddy gave up the whiskey business and went to Tampa to find work. My sister was born in Tampa, but when Mamma was pregnant with me, they moved back home and started a house on the Sam Mathias place, using some of the lumber from the old house.
I don't know what caused it, but that house had a ghost in it from the time it was built in 1960. It seemed natural to me because I had lived my whole life there. We called the ghost Sam. Very rarely did you see anything, it was usually just sounds. Our kitchen was off the dinning room which was off the living room. Back then people didn't knock, they would just come on in. The front door was heavy and always made a dragging noise. If we were in the kitchen and heard the front door open, we would just yell, "we're back here. Come on in." I can't tell you the number of times Sam got us with that one. Or if you were in the bathroom, you would hear the floor squeak in the hall. You would say, "I'm in here. I'll be out in a few minutes." Later on when Mamma and Daddy had built the new house, I lived in the old house for a while after getting back from the Navy. Sam had a way of waiting until you were in a compromising situation before making you think the front door had just opened. I have had more than a few lady friends leave when I told them about having a ghost.
I know this has been a long preamble, but now we get to Steve and Rhonda. My Uncle James worked for a company that did big smokestack and power plant jobs. He would live in a town three or four years with each job. The last job before he retired was in Rome Ga. Rhonda and her two sisters had most of their teenage years there. Rhonda finished high school in Altha, but Rome was home to her. Enter Steve Sharp. Steve was in the Navy when they got married. They lived on the sub base in New London. When he was through with his hitch, he worked at the base golf course as a contract worker. But they soon ask if they could rent the old house. By this time I was married and living in Blountstown with Margie.
They got moved in and Steve got a job at the Caverns Golf Course in Marianna. They were making repairs for the first few month's rent. Late one night Rhonda was painting while Steve was sleeping on the couch. She felt/heard him walk up behind her, so she ask, "how is it looking?" He did't reply because he was't there. She went looking for him and found him sleeping on the couch. The next day everyone was gone but my Aunt Eunice. Rhonda told her about what happened, and Eunice said, "that was just Sam. Don't worry about it." My aunt couldn't talk plain, so Rhonda couldn't understand anything but 'that is just Sam.' When Mamma came home, she ask her about it.
As soon as Mamma told her the story of Ruby, the ax and the old house, Rhonda went next door and started packing their stuff. When Steve came home from work, they loaded all that would fit and left the rest of it. Rhonda wouldn't stay another night in the house, they went to a hotel for the night. The next morning they were at the golf course when it opened. Steve quite the job and got his pay. They have been living in Rome ever since.
About a week later I went up and got the job at the golf course.
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Good morning all. 67F this morning going to 83F and sunny. Heat index only 1 deg. over actual temp had been running +8 to 9F.
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70f, .24 inches rain since midnight, but clearing.
Have a great day
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Wayne, I was stationed in the north bay area (Vallejo) for four years. I don't think it takes more than one hand to count all the mornings that SF is not fogged in. It's as certain as the sun coming up.
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I lived in old "Valley Joe", as the old timers called it, myself. Was there for less than a year then moved out to Stockton, which was a great town then, unlike now. That was when I first came home from my Asian excursion. Exxon sent me to school and paid me a stipend of $240 a week. Big money back then! I lived 2 houses from a "family" of ****'s Angels. You never had to worry about crime, nobody dared screw up in that block!
You've gotta be kidding, software even censor's proper names!
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Randy,
Can't do that yet, for a variety of reasons (most important one is cost) if I was not looking to have to cough up serious cash for a L a w y e r, that might be different.
I am learning many valuable lessons living as a guest in someone else's house. And these are good christian friemds as well, keeping me accountable and positive, etc.
I've offered to put her and the girls up in the lake house, and I will move back to the ranch. We shall see what we shall see...
Thanks for thinking about me.
David
