Your story about Elaine's mum - not the mugging part, but her reaction to the policeman - is brilliant!
And oh boy, your 'crossword insanity' section is appropriately titled - trying to work out that puzzle has driven me to distraction and has led me to seek out a darkened room in which to lie down.
It's not all bad news, though, because for once I HAVE managed to identify both of your book titles. HA! Now that makes a change.... 🤣
The thing about trespassing gave me an opportunity to say something that has bothered me for a while. On the Antiques Roadshow, some woman had borrowed a bowl for chips from her neighbor. Turns out the bowl was a jade bowl worth a lot of money. It bothers me that the women didn't give the bowl back. It bothers me that she got on national television and gloated about it being so valuable knowing the entire time, it didn't belong to her. I feel so much better now.
We were harvesting soybeans one fall, and a car came up on the gravel road, went around us and then out across the freshly harvested field so some pecan trees. My dad's Forman told me to ride with him to the pecan trees to talk to the people. He asked the people if they had permission to be on the land and pick up the pecans. They said they didn't need permission because there were no "no trespassing" signs. Dads Forman took a deep breath and asked them did they own the land. They laughed and said "no". He said, "Well then it must belong to someone else". He said for them to get permission from the owner, and they could come back. Simple logic, right? After some colorful language and the fact, the rest of our crew was coming over to check on us, they left.
25! It's a bus! I think I've actually cracked one! Just the one, mind... Alice Cooper is 'trash' I suppose, but damn fine. Which brings me to 'riff' which I agree is a terrible word outside of one context - and this may just be my wasted youth (well, life, really) - but whenever I hear it I instantly see a guitarist with a Les Paul and hair the length of your old photo wanging out a repetitive fuzzed noise that powers an entire band. Indeed, I have wasted my life, but thanks to thos guitars I can no longer hear anyone tell me as much...
Another great letter, Terry!
Your story about Elaine's mum - not the mugging part, but her reaction to the policeman - is brilliant!
And oh boy, your 'crossword insanity' section is appropriately titled - trying to work out that puzzle has driven me to distraction and has led me to seek out a darkened room in which to lie down.
It's not all bad news, though, because for once I HAVE managed to identify both of your book titles. HA! Now that makes a change.... 🤣
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The chess cheat’s technique works well enough. Once or twice maximum though.
We have lots of ‘Trespassers may be shot’ signs over here. A good idea to add the note about ID to help with notifying next of kin.
You sound like you've tried it Beth 😂 Shot??? OMG
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" Why? Why me? All I wanted was a jacket potato and cheese. When will this stop?"
Just say NO, Terry. They should understand THAT.
That bloke was too persistent, David. I voted w I th my feet in the end.
The thing about trespassing gave me an opportunity to say something that has bothered me for a while. On the Antiques Roadshow, some woman had borrowed a bowl for chips from her neighbor. Turns out the bowl was a jade bowl worth a lot of money. It bothers me that the women didn't give the bowl back. It bothers me that she got on national television and gloated about it being so valuable knowing the entire time, it didn't belong to her. I feel so much better now.
Seriously? She doesn't sound like a very nice person, unless she had taken the bowl to AR on her neighbour's behalf? Glad you feel better now 😆
1970s Terry Freedman: Definitely one cool dude! 2024: Still cool.
Lol. I only remembered afterwards that you'd cleaned up that photo. I should have used that instead.
We were harvesting soybeans one fall, and a car came up on the gravel road, went around us and then out across the freshly harvested field so some pecan trees. My dad's Forman told me to ride with him to the pecan trees to talk to the people. He asked the people if they had permission to be on the land and pick up the pecans. They said they didn't need permission because there were no "no trespassing" signs. Dads Forman took a deep breath and asked them did they own the land. They laughed and said "no". He said, "Well then it must belong to someone else". He said for them to get permission from the owner, and they could come back. Simple logic, right? After some colorful language and the fact, the rest of our crew was coming over to check on us, they left.
What an astonishing attitude: that if you’re not told you can't let must mean you can. Great logic on the foreman's part.
PS - a very nice segue, though now I just think of those bloody segway things when I hear the word!
🤣 Me too!
Me too, which is why I originally spelled it that way until Rebecca corrected me when I sent her a draft preview!
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25! It's a bus! I think I've actually cracked one! Just the one, mind... Alice Cooper is 'trash' I suppose, but damn fine. Which brings me to 'riff' which I agree is a terrible word outside of one context - and this may just be my wasted youth (well, life, really) - but whenever I hear it I instantly see a guitarist with a Les Paul and hair the length of your old photo wanging out a repetitive fuzzed noise that powers an entire band. Indeed, I have wasted my life, but thanks to thos guitars I can no longer hear anyone tell me as much...
😅🤣 so deafness has its advantages!
Pardon?
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