A Harris, post: 389135, member: 81 wrote: This motorcycle church is located along a 4lane major truck route at an intersection where log trucks and long haulers frequent ....
Lemme guess...SYP logs, Campbell Soup and frozen chickens. 😉
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This is Pilgrim Country, most of the chickens around here are transported alive in crates.
Pine, Sweetgum, Oak, Cedar headed in all directions, to the sawmill, storage yard or mill and from the mill to sawmills (some trees too big mill use) and even to Oklahoma.
Years ago there was a local motorcycle gang that went far out of their way to convince people that they should be avoided at all times. The rumor was that each one carried a dead mouse in his pocket just in case he got doused by rain. He could then use the dead mouse to "reodorize" himself to his normal state.
Holy Cow, post: 389248, member: 50 wrote: Years ago there was a local motorcycle gang that went far out of their way to convince people that they should be avoided at all times. The rumor was that each one carried a dead mouse in his pocket just in case he got doused by rain. He could then use the dead mouse to "reodorize" himself to his normal state.
My brother worked his way through law school at the parts counter of the local motorcycle shop. I wound up working "in the back" a couple of times during that period. It was fun to say the least. The shop manager "Crazy Larry" was the prez of the local (unidentified hereon for personal safety purposes) 1% MC (motorcycle club) that terrorized the night. My brother Holden actually went on in his lawyering career to become their official "mouthpiece" and kept several of them out of some serious scrapes. We both were good friends with most of them and still are with the handful that made it to old age. However I always kept them at arm's length when it came to socializing and partying. They were a rough bunch and I was just their attorney's kid brother.
True story: Several of them were involved in a suspicious late night traffic accident where an automobile ran them off the road and then disappeared (shocker). The story goes between the two that were critically injured only one was chosen for transport by EMT; not because of any triage protocol but because one of the two's nickname was "Stinker"; and he was. He smelled so bad he could drive a hungry wolf away from the dumpster at the meat packing plant. Stinker smelled bad enough to make some people gag when he was around, including the EMT that first made it to the scene. Needless to say Stinker expired at the scene awaiting a second ambulance and (I think) it was a fella named "Rojo" that made it to the hospital.
Story goes that Stinker's denim 'cut' with his colors was presented to his "old lady" at the funeral. Although she graciously accepted the gift, some say she burned it not long after in an attempt to purge her deceased old man's scent from the house. A dead mouse would smell like a rose compared to that guy...
With all of the trouble you are having, I hopethat you are doing this job at a reduced fee.
Shawn Billings, post: 389445, member: 6521 wrote: With all of the trouble you are having, I hopethat you are doing this job at a reduced fee.
You know, folks that know me will tell you how I feel about working for religious organizations. Honestly I have been stiffed by more churches than anybody else.
This church contacted me because the City folks that approve the subdivision process gave them my name. I told the man that contacted me how I feel about working for churches. It has nothing to do with any religious beliefs or lack of reverence; it has everything to do with running a business.
I explained my fees are steep and I expect payment upon receipt of the invoice. Otherwise the whole process grinds to a halt and I find something better to do. My proposal has a fee schedule and they accepted it. We're on board as long as they're buying the gasoline.
I don't work for churches. I will survey pro-bono for worthy secular organizations - bamboolantz, volunteer cellar-savers, lyberrys, hysterical societies, &tc.
Sergeant Schultz, post: 389453, member: 315 wrote: I don't work for churches. I will survey pro-bono for worthy secular organizations - bamboolantz, volunteer cellar-savers, lyberrys, hysterical societies, &tc.
Around here the churches always have boundaries that are screwed up. Every church boundary I have ever worked on or up against has been a headache. None of the members or deacons or committee members know where anything really is but all of them think it is here or there and none of them agree. I have came across quite a few planted across the line or in the DOT right of way too.
Or the church board changes their minds about what they want, but can't get together on what they do want, cause they dont have time to meet up to vote on it.
My mom's church "walks the bounds" every few years in the New England tradition.
With one of those Army compasses that has no adjustment for declination.
The crew headed out to meet with the church lady and stake their monuments and set a couple of tpost along the boundary.
I told them the crazy lady that did not want to pay for a survey before she moved in is gonna get in their face and that the church lady and her bunch are supposed to keep her busy so you can do your job and to call the sheriff if needed, I'm too busy today.
My son and his buddy work thrusday, friday and saturday.
I started my Labor Day weekend show watching Stanford and a few other teams last night and it is more college football all day and beer and boudain today.
hook em horns..........:clink:
Monte, post: 389523, member: 11913 wrote: church ... can't get together on what they do want
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I'm in the middle of re-striping our church parking lot. On one side there was nothing to do but paint over the old lines because there is no way to get anything close to complying with the published guidelines fitted into the available triangular space with two driveways. I've done those lines.
On the other side, which includes the handicap spaces that currently don't have 5 or 8 ft access aisles, I decided we had to at least make an attempt to get close to ADA guidelines, which requires moving all the lines. I've put out proposed drawings asking for comments, tried to incorporate the comments I've gotten, and there is only one plan that comes close to meeting all the desires. But the leaders are holding my leash until the new minister arrives. I hope she doesn't ask for the parking stall on the left side of the door where the prior minister parked (I now have the one on the right side of the door available), because that would make a total mess of any new layout.
It's "only" been six and a half weeks since we started looking into this project. I've made one guy mad because I didn't want to hire a friend of his who works for a house painter and has maybe moonlighted one parking lot striping job. After waiting weeks for somebody who said they would check out his prior work, I just went ahead on our job.
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paden cash, post: 389137, member: 20 wrote: Lemme guess...SYP logs, Campbell Soup and frozen chickens. 😉
I've never felt so bad for a chicken in my life like i did following those chicken trucks out in west! Feathers everywhere.........
half bubble, post: 389528, member: 175 wrote: My mom's church "walks the bounds" every few years in the New England tradition.
With one of those Army compasses that has no adjustment for declination.
Do they take the youngsters with them and slap em around like the old days? If so it sounds like a church I could get behind?