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08-25-2018, 10:16 AM
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I was the youngest and the first in the family to own a power tool. Five books of S&H green stamps got me a two speed B&D 3/8 inch drill. Avocado green. Papa had lots of old school tools and many of his father`s in a cool old dovetailed chest. After the first day of construction, Papa said you can`t use my good Craftsman saw. Papa had duplicates of most of his hand tools and from that point on I was only allowed to use the really crappy ones. I was now cutting plywood with a rusty set of British molars. I was not happy at all. I knew Reidy had a skill saw. I asked him if I could borrow it. The next morning at breakfast mom said I was not allowed to use power tools as I was too young and they were far too dangerous. Papa had no comment. How did brother Paul get wind of this? Paul was pitching Friday afternoon and Reidy came over. We were done in no time flat and I learned how to use a skill saw. Papa said I could not use his good hammers either, but I found a nice Plumb 20 oz. roofing hammer at the bottom of the tool chest. Was it Gramps? I had never seen it before, but it was nice and also rusty. The next morning at breakfast, Papa was upset. Who gave you the circular saw? Papa,I could cut the plywood faster with Mom`s emory board. Reidy took pity on me and brought it over. Papa knew I was lying, but I knew Reidy wouldn't rat me out. It was an Eskimo stand off. When hell freezes over. I always made a point of asking Papa in front of Mom over the years that I wanted the tool chest and nothing else in any wills. Mom knew how much that meant to me. Papa had his own little twist. I finally inherited the tool box in `93. I emptied the contents remembering many hours spent with these old works of art. At the bottom of the box was a surprise. A black and gold tin box. The contents were family heirlooms from our nation`s past wars. A Minnie ball from the civil war? 30 and 50 cal round shot. All had flat spots. Gramp`s journal from his flight training in WWI. My favorite entry is this. Engine failure. Forced landing. Many of Papa`s goodies from WWII. He flew right seat on Hell`s Angel. A B24 outta Venosa, Italy Sept.44-April 45. Then I saw a leather bomb squad patch. Never sewn. 831st bs. Disney studios did the artwork and many other squads were jealous. http://www.americanairmuseum.com/unit/4071 Papa didn't trust Paul or Pif with these and he knew mom wouldn't throw the tool box away. Some of my most treasured memories are in that box. http://www.usmilitariaforum.com/foru...ment-squadron/ 
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#32
08-26-2018, 07:27 PM
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This will be anything but a non-stop flight.
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#34
08-27-2018, 03:31 PM
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Did Sandy Miss His True Calling?
Remember Ralphie putting his tongue on the frozen pole and the lamp
Shaped lika woman’z leg in Christmas Story? Followed by Ollie Hopnoodles Haven of Bliss (which I thought was even funnier) about preparations for the annual trip to the fishing shack. Jean Shepherd probably made a bundle off his boyhood stories. Get with it Sandy, the CSCers will buy a ticket!
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#35
08-27-2018, 07:47 PM
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#36
08-27-2018, 08:04 PM
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I liked GFS from the start. Not from his first comment. But because he likes the Grateful Dead.
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#37
08-27-2018, 09:06 PM
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Papa asked me if I wanted to join him for an early flight. Yes please. Well Papa, we are looking at a crosswind component of 37 degrees. This plane is rated for 27. Shut up. So, we fall out of the sky. Like a crab. On Purpose. Before I can stop laughing, he puts the throttle forward. We go around again.
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#38
08-30-2018, 09:17 PM
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String for a throttle and no brakes.
This was not quite true. You feathered the string and rolled your heels down slowly to rub speed off to slow down and stop. I became Fred Flintstone for a bit. My shoes all had a 45 degree slant of brake pad.
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#39
08-31-2018, 08:35 PM
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Bobby came over.
We`re having a BB gun war. What happened? The Strots tried to knock Jon And Tom`s tree house out of the tree and wrecked the bridge over the brook. Do you have a BB gun? No. No? I have a wrist rocket. You have a wrist rocket? Yup. Go get it. Here. Bobby shot a few rocks. This is great. Pee Wee came by and said we are all meeting at John`s house. We got there first and things were not pretty at all. The Stern family was really angry. Mark came by with Pee Wee`s older twin brothers. More kids joined. We roped the bridge together enough for travel and went to their house. The enemy knew we were coming, but we arrived with greater numbers and cause. I chose to fight behind a big pine tree. The first time I peeked around to pick up a target, I got shot in the cheek. I pulled back and dropped the older kid with a clean shot to the thigh. One of the twins grabbed my wrist rocket, picked up a rock and aimed at the plate glass window, which looked like it was in their kitchen. It was. Oh boy. Their tree house is still being assaulted as the cops arrive. They start trying to chase us through the mud back to our neighborhood. Fat Ralphie is hot on Pee Wee`s ass. Pee Wee falls. Fat Ralphie falls, Get up Pee Wee. Run Pee Wee! All of the families involved but ours were visited by the local constabulary. Something to be said for being new in town?
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09-16-2018, 07:37 PM
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We had just moved from Padanaram to Barnstable.
That`s really the name of a town. Papa took me with him me to get his scrambled eggs. Silver. That was the first time I had gone to a BX. Papa was so proud. They had tailors then who cared about how you looked. Papa took us all up. Pif came down mad and beating him about the chest. Paul came down blue and upset. I came down laughing. Papa and I had an amazing unspoken understanding. Later on he would drop odyc stickers my way.
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