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Post by papaof2 on Aug 19, 2021 17:17:59 GMT -6
We are working on year 56.
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Post by cavsgt on Aug 19, 2021 17:19:54 GMT -6
Nov. 24 will be 59 years for us.
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Post by gipsy on Aug 19, 2021 17:41:39 GMT -6
We sure are a bunch of old fogies.
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Post by iamnobody on Aug 19, 2021 17:58:58 GMT -6
You guys are blessed May the LORD continue to bless your marriages
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Post by 9idrr on Aug 19, 2021 18:53:41 GMT -6
Congrats to all here on the long-lived relationships. Our 50th anniversary was back in June.
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Post by gipsy on Aug 19, 2021 19:52:00 GMT -6
Another old fogie heard from
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Post by texican on Aug 19, 2021 22:26:08 GMT -6
April 14 2020 will be 50 for us. g, You are so thrilled with being married for so long that you can't remember that 2020 has passed and it is now 2021 and you have now been married for 51 years. To confirm, just ask your better half and she will undoubtedly inform you of the number of years months and days like most of our wives can of how long you have been married, but that might not be wise since our wives expect us to always remember that precious day on which we married them. Remember our wives are always right even when they aren't, but never tell them so for it takes ages to make it right with them. With so many of us being married for ages, we must have done a couple of things correctly along the way, but if you can remember what and write it down, you could make a fortune selling the book to other husbands that have no clue. Texican....
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 19, 2021 23:18:49 GMT -6
Remember? Remember what? ;-) ;-)
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Post by bluefox2 on Aug 20, 2021 6:03:23 GMT -6
We sure are a bunch of old fogies. Speak for yourself
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Post by arkansascob on Aug 20, 2021 8:12:20 GMT -6
40 yrs last month. Guess that just makes me old but not yet a fogie.
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Post by 9idrr on Aug 20, 2021 17:43:07 GMT -6
April 14 2020 will be 50 for us. g, You are so thrilled with being married for so long that you can't remember that 2020 has passed and it is now 2021 and you have now been married for 51 years. To confirm, just ask your better half and she will undoubtedly inform you of the number of years months and days like most of our wives can of how long you have been married, but that might not be wise since our wives expect us to always remember that precious day on which we married them. Remember our wives are always right even when they aren't, but never tell them so for it takes ages to make it right with them. With so many of us being married for ages, we must have done a couple of things correctly along the way, but if you can remember what and write it down, you could make a fortune selling the book to other husbands that have no clue. Texican.... Nah,sir, easy to remember. Shed my baggy green skin in October of '69 and met her a bit over a month later. Married in '71. Yeah, she was barely legal.
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Post by remembergoliad on Aug 20, 2021 20:15:22 GMT -6
We're working on 23 years here, but we got started a bit late. I'm just glad she keeps me around, try to earn that every day and so far so good. But like she says, that's why she keeps me around
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Post by udwe on Aug 20, 2021 23:05:18 GMT -6
43 years here!
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Post by spacecadet12364 on Aug 25, 2021 16:15:38 GMT -6
...would have been 38 years this coming friday (27th). (he passed in March this year)
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Post by notchman on Aug 25, 2021 18:04:20 GMT -6
30 years here on Oct 2nd, 30 more to go!
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Post by 9idrr on Aug 25, 2021 18:04:31 GMT -6
...would have been 38 years this coming friday (27th). (he passed in March this year) Sorry for your loss, but here's hopin' you've lots of good memories from all those years.
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Post by texican on Aug 25, 2021 18:55:38 GMT -6
...would have been 38 years this coming friday (27th). (he passed in March this year) Sorry for your loss, but here's hopin' you've lots of good memories from all those years. Space Cadet, Condolence on the loss of you husband. Texican....
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Post by arkansascob on Aug 26, 2021 8:12:50 GMT -6
Yep space cadet Sorry for your loss.
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Post by bretf on Aug 26, 2021 10:14:08 GMT -6
Wow, congrats to you all for your long marriages. Sadly, I wasn’t smart enough to find a long-term partner the first go round. But next month, we celebrate 22 years. Last year, when I got to stay home for a few days during the pandemic, I put a new TV antenna up for my folks. When I got off the roof, Mom told me it was 70 years for her and Dad that day.
We had a sad drive home this Monday. I kept looking in the back seat, the empty back seat where my son would be if we hadn’t driven off without him. But so proud of him at the same time. He earned National Merit Scholar status and will have his education paid by the university. (It’s a good thing. If I was paying, I’m afraid he’d be at the local school)
Spacecadet, My condolences for your loss.
Spazzy, I think he’d have seen them if they were there. But you’re right, a closer look never hurts.
Papa, sounds like one to be proud of, heading in the right direction.
Kansasterri: I’ll have to try your zucchini method. That sounds good.
Your relationship sounds a lot like mine; we each do our thing with no pressure on the other. (Although I refuse to watch golf.) Actually, I rarely turn the TV on. I’d rather be out in the garden, making a mess in my shop, fishing, or reading.
Chapter 37
The air was filled with the rank stench of tortured rubber, smoke, and screeching as Kevin slammed on his brakes. His pickup truck slid to a stop inches from the sheriff’s car blocking the lane to his home. Kevin could still see smoke from the area of his home, but it’d diminished and turned gray, no longer the heavy black plume.
A shaky deputy, wide-eyed from the near-collision, stepped from behind the patrol car and approached the pickup. His right hand rested on his weapon. “You can’t go back there. We have a fire and an active investigation going on.”
Frantic and near shouting, Kevin responded, “But that’s my house! My home! My kids are there!”
“Kids? I didn’t hear anything about kids,” the deputy said.
Taking a deep breath while closing his eyes, Kevin fought for calm. They have to be okay. Opening his eyes, blurred with tears, he said, “Well, my dogs. I consider them my kids. My family.”
The deputy studied him and asked, “Mister Andrew? Kevin Andrew?”
“Right! That’s me. That’s my house!”
The deputy nodded and said, “Ahh. Well, Mister Andrew, from what I know, your dogs and house are fine.”
Kevin closed his eyes again, breathing deeply and mouthing a silent prayer.
When he seemed more composed, the deputy said, “I need you to park along the road. Another deputy will walk you down to your home.”
“Just move the damn car!” Kevin snapped.
“I’m sorry, sir. With the fire trucks, it’s crowded. I was asked to have you park.”
Kevin fumed. The deputy said his dogs were safe. Maybe so, maybe not. He had to get to his house. He had to see them, to hold them. But he could read people, men at least, well enough to decide the man wouldn’t budge. His hand still rested on the pistol grip. Most notable, the deputy seemed genuine in his statement that Jack and Jill were safe. Slamming his hands against the steering wheel, he put the truck in reverse, backed, and parked along the road. As he did, the deputy tilted his head, speaking into the radio microphone clipped to his shirt’s shoulder.
Kevin got out of the truck, his legs shaky. He braced himself against the truck’s bed, breathing deeply until he felt he could walk without collapsing. As he walked towards the patrol car, a fireman in full turnouts was approaching from the direction of his house.
The fireman met him partway and asked, “Mister Andrew?”
Kevin nodded. Confused, he said, “The deputy said another deputy would meet me.”
The fireman held out a hand, red, with no few blisters. The other hand was bandaged. “That’s me, Mister Andrew. I’m deputy Reynolds. I’d shake your hand, but well, my hands aren’t up to it at the moment.”
“I don’t understand,” Kevin said.
“Let’s walk and I’ll fill you in.”
Kevin looked the man up and down, then nodded. He began to walk swiftly down the lane. He had to get to his dogs.
The deputy or fireman, whatever he was fell in beside him. The man looked all around and in a soft voice said, “I was on surveillance today, watching your neighbors. The woman walked out on the deck nude and made quite a show. She wandered around, getting close to your divider fence, always studying your home. I thought I was concealed in your shed, but I must’ve made a noise or showed myself. She is quite a distraction, after all.”
Kevin nodded. He knew all too well how distracting Cindy could be. Her naked image was still seared into his mind and he clearly pictured the scene the deputy described. He shook his head to clear the image. Jack and Jill were what mattered at the moment.
The deputy continued. “She stopped the show and hurried to her garage. I didn’t know what was going on. She came back a few minutes later. And wow, the show she put on! It was like a live porno video. I’m ashamed to say I was watching her and not the garage. The next thing I knew, the front of your shed was an inferno, including the door. I’m glad you had tools in there so I was able to knock out a section of the back wall and get out. I was burned and expecting to be shot at any moment. But no shots came and I ran like a scalded cat for cover. When I was far enough away, I called it in.”
“But my house, my dogs?” Kevin asked.
“They’re all good. I didn’t see the dogs but I heard them. I’m guessing the fire was a direct attack at me. However, it appears they’re onto us. It might not be safe for you to stay home any longer.”
Kevin couldn’t respond. His house was in view. His house with Jack and Jill. He never registered the fire trucks or the smoldering pile of debris that had been his shed and gardening tools. If the deputy said anything else, it didn’t register. He hurried to the house.
Jack and Jill whined behind the door as Kevin fumbled with his key, his hand trembling. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t control his hand enough to insert the key into the lock.
The deputy materialized beside him. “Here, let me do it, Mister Andrew.” The man inserted the key, turned the lock, and opened the door.
Jack and Jill rushed out. Kevin fell to his knees, overcome as he hugged them. They licked his face, spreading his flowing tears. He was oblivious to everything else. The firefighters. The deputy standing near. Thug One peering around the corner of Charley and Cindy’s garage.
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Post by NCWEBNUT on Aug 26, 2021 11:51:49 GMT -6
I would say that could be considered attempted murder of a Law Enforcement Officer, if only he had not of let his little head direct his eyes to the wrong place.
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Post by papaof2 on Aug 26, 2021 17:07:07 GMT -6
I must be getting old - one of the grands leaves Friday for her second year of college - getting there early because she's an RA in a freshman dorm this year. The free dorm room (for being an RA) is part of working her way through college and this summer she's been working double shifts at the upscale restaurant where she moved up from busing tables to wait staff. Think she might make something of herself in the future? It seems she's not alone. Today I heard what her younger sister (a senior in high school) is taking this year and 4 of her 5 classes are AP - plus she's doing an online class for college credit (co-enrollment). I like to think that those are my genes she's using but her other grandfather was an engineer at Lockheed and a Renaissance Man (from his wide range of talents*) so he probably should get some credit... * He rebuilt a cuckoo clock that had belonged to my grandfather, including new bellows for the "cu" and "koo", carving and staining a new door for the cuckoo - with wood and stain that matched perfectly - and a hand drafted set of drawings for the internals of the clock (his engineer outlook ;-) Posssibly the best birthday gift I've received - and all done behind my back as my better half slipped the non-working clock to him in a box of things shared between grandmothers.
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Post by bretf on Aug 26, 2021 18:21:50 GMT -6
I must be getting old - one of the grands leaves Friday for her second year of college - getting there early because she's an RA in a freshman dorm this year. The free dorm room (for being an RA) is part of working her way through college and this summer she's been working double shifts at the upscale restaurant where she moved up from busing tables to wait staff. Think she might make something of herself in the future? It seems she's not alone. Today I heard what her younger sister (a senior in high school) is taking this year and 4 of her 5 classes are AP - plus she's doing an online class for college credit (co-enrollment). I like to think that those are my genes she's using but her other grandfather was an engineer at Lockheed and a Renaissance Man (from his wide range of talents*) so he probably should get some credit... * He rebuilt a cuckoo clock that had belonged to my grandfather, including new bellows for the "cu" and "koo", carving and staining a new door for the cuckoo - with wood and stain that matched perfectly - and a hand drafted set of drawings for the internals of the clock (his engineer outlook ;-) Posssibly the best birthday gift I've received - and all done behind my back as my better half slipped the non-working clock to him in a box of things shared between grandmothers. Those AP and concurrent classes are great. Here anyway, they're paid by the state. My daughter enrolled in college with enough credits, she's shooting for two majors and two minors, and on target to complete them all without a strenuous schedule. She's beginning year three. I'm not sure exactly how many credits the boy has. However, we found that going to a major university, not as many are accepted as at the girl's school. But still, enough were that it made a big difference. One of my friends jokingly asked where the boy got all his brains, that it must've been his mother. I won't argue that. Although I did fine with sciences when I applied myself, it wasn't my passion. (Although, I wish I'd spent more time with biology.) I was more interested in outdoors and nature. So I think the girl is more like me; that's the direction she's going with her multiple degrees. Her brother is pursuing physics. Another tell: my daughter's school has a total enrollment of nearly 11,000. The boy's school has right at 9000 incoming freshmen. Yep, she's more like me while he's more like his mom.
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Post by texican on Aug 26, 2021 22:19:43 GMT -6
Wow, congrats to you all for your long marriages. Sadly, I wasn’t smart enough to find a long-term partner the first go round. But next month, we celebrate 22 years. Last year, when I got to stay home for a few days during the pandemic, I put a new TV antenna up for my folks. When I got off the roof, Mom told me it was 70 years for her and Dad that day.
We had a sad drive home this Monday. I kept looking in the back seat, the empty back seat where my son would be if we hadn’t driven off without him. But so proud of him at the same time. He earned National Merit Scholar status and will have his education paid by the university. (It’s a good thing. If I was paying, I’m afraid he’d be at the local school)
Bret,
Don't fret, 22 years is still a long time to be married. Seems like you found out how to keep your other half happy.
Congrats on your parents being married for 70 years. That is an accomplishment.
It is tough when our children go off to college away from home, but life goes on.
You have a couple of smart kids. They must take after your other half, but can they write like you do.
pp2 also has smart grandkids and an old restored cukoo clock that is a family heirloom just like pp2 is.
Kev has problems due to the sheriff's deputy not keeping his concentration and mind on his job.
Now what else will happen? Does the sheriff have enough evidence to search the drug house? Will have to wait for bret to reveal.
Texican....
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Post by iamnobody on Aug 28, 2021 13:36:27 GMT -6
Its been pouring rain here and this cliff face is wet and slippery, my fingers are slipping. MOAR please!
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Post by 9idrr on Aug 28, 2021 21:07:31 GMT -6
Its been pouring rain here and this cliff face is wet and slippery, my fingers are slipping. MOAR please! Yeah, ain't Bret good at that?
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