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Doing asbuilts with an 8MIn bubble after recovery from a vertigo episode.
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Almost as fun as doing an Epley maneuver to reset your inner ear but doing the wrong side.
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Woohoo.?ÿ More fun than jamming a lit bottle rocket(the whistling type) down you former best friends pants....
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Woohoo. More fun than jamming a lit bottle rocket(the whistling type) down you former best friends pants....
A friend of mine had a VW van with a sliding side door.
We had the idea to mount four dozen of those rockets to fire out the door.
The idea was arrive, throw the door open, launch a barrage and escape.
Only we couldn't see a thing - all that smoke trapped inside the van left us blinded...
yeah popped smoke and you got smoked.
oh the survival of your youth is a great threshold to cross isn't it.
Well, I did drop a lit firecracker into my older brothers back pocket. Blew his pocket 1/2 off. He got mad. I could never understand WHY. If you knew what kind of things he did, we’ll, that was mild. I also took all the pellets out of a 20 ga she’ll, and shot him in the butt with the wadding. Did you know it will leave a bruise? I didn’t. But it does!
that's a little bit too much fun right there Big boy....
Everyone as a teen should help mark/paint 100 miles of line in summer, in Georgia... Guaranteed to be an adventure. We had no cell phones back then. The boss dropped us off and said "I'll pick you up at 5:00 at corner number XYZ..." Which was usually 4 to 5 miles of line away...
@nate-the-surveyor Friend of ours did that to her husband. Killed him instantly...
that sucks.
I definitely don't suggest that anyone does that again.
Sorry this dug up that horrible memory.
@nate-the-surveyor oh my i use to take and barely slice the shell around the wadding. It basically then becomes a slug and is very dangerous. We always added rock salt. That burns. After removing the shot. Had a great uncle that use to shoot me in the rump on dive hunts. He just wanted me to let the birds fly towards him so he could get his limit and go home. I was a fair shot and quick so i would be getting my birds first lol.
Jitter i have a friend with vertigo issues. Man i hope you get better. I have not had it yet thankfully. I was locating a wall around the Memphis Pyramid as we we’re monitoring it. I remember being young and full of it and jumped up on top of the wall. Walking down it. I had great balance then. But on one side was the river and when I started watching the bubble with water moving underneath me and if it were not for the wise LS holding me i would have fell no way i could have stopped it. My equilibrium was way out of whack The motion of the river and me concentrating on a bubble was not good.
I did the same walking the parapet on the roof of the Peabody Hotel before they built the ballpark in downtown Memphis. LRK needed the skyline elevations for any buildings that could see into the proposed infield for their design.
@kevin-hines lol I remember the peabody. It was every kid’s dream to see the ducks up at the water fall on top. Went once as a kid and all I remember was the food was gross for a young kid but the view was amazing. It was some fancy dinner and I remember mom making me wear some tie and suit and you know a mid from the country wearing a tie and coat was in a bad mood lol. I didn’t even like shoes back then lol. As i got older I learned to enjoy a nice fancy setting. But not as a kid that caught frogs and coons and opossums all day. I wanted mud and critters lol.
Now firecrackers bb guns sweet gum balls and magnolia grenades. Roman candles smoke bombs cherry bombs and bottle rockets. It is a wonder I survived lol. Oh the good old days. Dads would all give us safety goggles and we would paint our faces and the war games began. Had a old lawnmower that we made into a army tank lol. Pulled a old trailer. Cardboard and duct tape. My mom was a nervous wreck but us kids stomping over land hills hollars corn fields creeks and such. Come home looking like we had chicken pocks from all the red marks. Red rider lever action. A old purse full of grenades from magnolia trees if the stem was not snapped off you were cheating. I don’t know why but fresh cow pies was the camouflage of choice for our faces. Good grief maybe thats what is wrong with me now.
If they didn’t take all that hair spray away that my sister and her friends used in the 80’s the potato gun was another fun toy. Except when mom and dad saw you taking potatoes from the garden to launch across a field.
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The Peabody ducks live in luxury. They have the rooftop penthouse, and make the march to the elevator to go swim in the fountain in the lobby daily. It is a site to see - for sure. Trained ducks, who'd-a-thunk it?
always wondered from my childhood if I'd ever have the juice to stay in that place for a night....it's a little pricey for a weekend visit but might happen in the right situation.
Quack on Peabody Ducks quack on.
I can't afford the hit on my reputation by staying the night. I attended one event there, the other times I was on the premises was for work. Gotta have deep pockets and your nose stuck in the air to sleep under that roof.
I don’t know why but fresh cow pies was the camouflage of choice for our faces. Good grief maybe thats what is wrong with me now.
Not 'wrong' just special.
