I accidentally found this over the weekend researching for something else. The date was February 23, 1957. I checked the day before and after and they are not relevant, so it was just this day and not a continual theme.
Dave Ingram stated to me that Walt Disney's first job was as a draftsman for a surveying / engineering firm in NC and that he has seen copies of a couple of his plats.
The boys shoulda known that is a divining rod.
J. Penry, post: 357949, member: 321 wrote: Dave Ingram stated to me that Walt Disney's first job was as a draftsman for a surveying / engineering firm in NC and that he has seen copies of a couple of his plats.
I may be talking out of turn here, J. Penry, but I believe i've seen a couple of those Disney plats floating around the Houston area, too. (have no idea which emoticon to apply) ..
vern, post: 357951, member: 3436 wrote: The boys shoulda known that is a divining rod.
We actually made one a couple of weeks ago to locate some water lines.
Thats welding rod, everyone knows that.
Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, Thoreau,....and now, Disney.
The answer in the last panel would have been radically different if it had been Joan Crawford asking her daughter, Christine, the same question. Very sad.
Guess that's why she wrote the tell-all book, Mommy Dearest.
gschrock, post: 357964, member: 556 wrote: See if any of us can get away with surveying without pants.
I think that happened to me in a dream, once...
Aerial for a car radio
Funny you should mention that use. A buddy of mine in high school who's parents were not big on discipline was in need of antenna replacement. He did the wire hanger trick. It created quite a sensation everywhere he went. He had very carefully shaped it into a hand, but with the middle finger extended in a rude manner.
Holy Cow, post: 358050, member: 50 wrote: Funny you should mention that use. A buddy of mine in high school who's parents were not big on discipline was in need of antenna replacement. He did the wire hanger trick. It created quite a sensation everywhere he went. He had very carefully shaped it into a hand, but with the middle finger extended in a rude manner.
Saluting the jerk who broke his aerial no doubt.
gschrock, post: 357964, member: 556 wrote: Donald Duck? Ha! See if any of us can get away with surveying without pants.
Sounds like a good time. All of my stuff fits in my vest and belt pouches, so I think I'd be okay.
Although, I'd probably be made fun of for wearing the tall socks that I like. I hear that the "ankle socks" are what all the young people are wearing these days.
gschrock, post: 357964, member: 556 wrote: Donald Duck? Ha! See if any of us can get away with surveying without pants.
There've been a few hot days I've considered it.
skwyd, post: 358078, member: 6874 wrote: Sounds like a good time. All of my stuff fits in my vest and belt pouches, so I think I'd be okay.
Barbed. Wire. Fence.
James Fleming, post: 358105, member: 136 wrote: Barbed. Wire. Fence.
Oh, my fence climbing days are long over. My knees won't allow it!
James Fleming, post: 358105, member: 136 wrote: Barbed. Wire. Fence.
Blackberry and other assorted sticker bushes....
RADAR, post: 358111, member: 413 wrote: Blackberry and other assorted sticker bushes....
ÛÏBlackberries. Nothing, not mushrooms, not ferns, not moss, not melancholy, nothing grew more vigorously, more intractably in the Puget Sound rains than blackberries. Homeowners dug and chopped, and still they came. Park attendants with flame throwers held them off at the gates. In the wet months, blackberries spread so wildly, so rapidly that dogs and small children were sometimes engulfed and never heard from again. In the peak of the season, even adults dared not go berry picking without a military escort. Blackberry vines pushed up through solid concrete, forced their way into polite society, entwined the legs of virgins, and tried to loop themselves over passing clouds.Û
-Tom Robbins, Still Life of a Woodpecker
James Fleming, post: 358118, member: 136 wrote: ÛÏBlackberries. Nothing, not mushrooms, not ferns, not moss, not melancholy, nothing grew more vigorously, more intractably in the Puget Sound rains than blackberries. Homeowners dug and chopped, and still they came. Park attendants with flame throwers held them off at the gates. In the wet months, blackberries spread so wildly, so rapidly that dogs and small children were sometimes engulfed and never heard from again. In the peak of the season, even adults dared not go berry picking without a military escort. Blackberry vines pushed up through solid concrete, forced their way into polite society, entwined the legs of virgins, and tried to loop themselves over passing clouds.Û
-Tom Robbins, Still Life of a Woodpecker
Yup, that pretty much sums it up....
that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger....