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The Original O'l Farts Club.
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a fifth, a sixth, two sevenths and a half an eighth grade picture. 
some days i have to stop in wallyworld after a long ride when my blood sugar is low...i get walmart induced temporary tourette's pretty bad on those days
I trust the older crowd much more than the brainwashed younger generations anymore. Sad
moose eater
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I find it in urban or semi-urban settings, as though people have been taught to fear each other, regardless of age.
I intervened in some hooligans' shenanigans one night in Toronto, Ontario, at a trolley station at Queen St. and Lake Shore Dr., when I was down visiting some old friends from the Yukon Territory, winter of '81/'82 on my way to pick up some lbs. of Colombian weed and a bit over a lb. of hash in SW Michigan.
Buggers were clearly from money, based on attire, and drunk, and had been out of control on the trolley that dropped us at the station we were waiting at.
On the way there they'd been urinating in the aisle of the trolley, despite it being somewhat filled for that late hour of the night. Probably a Friday or weekend, though I'm not sure.
We'd left the Nags Head bar in the mall there after twisting some spliffs with hash at our table and being a bit flagrant painting papers with oil. Leaving before being asked to do so.
The hooligans focused on an older homeless gent who was trying to sleep on a hardwood bench inside the station, like some scene out of Clockwork Orange, opening up his little duffle and going through his things, as he sat scrunched into the corner of the bench he'd been sleeping on, cowering in fear. Three of them stretching his clothing out and mocking him.
My buddy's significant other, also a friend from the Hippie School in the Yukon Territory, was about 6-months pregnant.
I looked inside and saw the harassment and bullying, and I said to my friend, "What do you say we go in there and be super-heroes, Umby?"
He was concerned about possible blow-back re. his significant other being pregnant.
A non-violent intervention took place, with me merely encroaching on the bastards' space, up close and personal, inches between us, and they disbanded... for the time-being.
Must've been 30 people, all in all, leaning against lockers, etc., in that station, and not a goddamned one of them said anything to the punks. They all stared at the walls or ceiling and pretended it wasn't happening.
I lectured the by-standers after the fact about how many of them would likely vote to incarcerate me for smoking or selling cannabis, and here they'd sat and watched this nonsense go down, perpetrated against an old homeless man.. I told them that I spit on all of them.
Fear of strangers, the unknown, etc., has largely killed any sense of humanity or decency where it's often needed most. Even just in acknowledging someone holding the door for you or making eye contact in the grocery store. Or watching an elderly homeless person being tormented while trying to stay warm on a winter's night.
The woods are a good place to be anymore. Always were, but now-a-days they're even better.
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moose eater
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Last one from Mr. Sam Cooke's acapella collection. A classic later covered by dozens of other folks, including Dave Mason.
I find great depth of soul in Sam Cooke's old tunes.
I find great depth of soul in Sam Cooke's old tunes.
I've got a lot of property and have fenced it all to keep riff raff out...all the folks down the lane I live on know me, my dogs, and my penchant for firearms...it would take a fool to come on my land for any reason...the spa guy came to service my hot tub today...he got out of his truck and saw Ivan and jumped back in to call me...it's sad that I feel this way but reality isn't what it used to be...
moose eater
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The hash jar my wife beaded for me some years back, and my 'baby' pics. 
The hash jar's beaded theme is of mountains, northern lights and stars.
The hash jar's beaded theme is of mountains, northern lights and stars.
moose eater
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My younger son wanted to put up a series of 'No Trespassing' signs on our property after some NIMBY neighbors began spending too much time passively addressing plans for my lower property, with the signs done legally, with contact info and proper spacing along the property boundaries and trails into the place.
I filled them out correctly, and was going to post them, but the whole series of signs on my trees, skirting the place, looked wrong in my mind's eye.
He did put up a sign at the end of the fairly long driveway, on plywood backer, silhouetting a German shepherd and warning of a 'Security Dog on Premises', but I suspect that if our current adult German shepherd dog was home, and the intruder wasn't exuding nasty-intention pheromones, as long as they didn't take her favorite red Kong balls, she'd, at best, lick them to death, especially if they gave her treats from the fridge.
Dogs tend to follow the sense they get from their owners, and my days of heavier hypervigilance and paranoia ended over time after I ceased routine political activism and dealing, and ran smaller crops.
The GSD we had before this one, that died the summer of 2022, she was keyed into the old me, and while a wonderful dog, had clearly picked up on my 'inner edge' and anxieties back then.
My biggest sadness and resentment with humanity is that we tend to have the capacity to do miraculously good things, and for many different reasons, often fall short and compromise what could be the path of the high road..
acespicoli
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How do know its time for new glasses? 
What did I miss?
moose eater
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A&W root beer with a chili dog. Kid Heaven.
Someone said schlong
It sounds like heaven and Im 68 and its 4;20 am
If it wasn't cold ,dark and I wasnt in my dainties I would get one.
In the summer we grow schlong zucchinis
I didnt listen to my Mother either and never stoppedHow do know its time for new glasses?
