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Post by valkyrie on Jun 3, 2009 8:13:36 GMT -5
Please do NOT take the brown valium. I repeat, do not take the brown valium. Bad stuff man.
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Post by privateatty on Jun 3, 2009 8:25:48 GMT -5
Please do NOT take the brown valium. I repeat, do not take the brown valium. Bad stuff man. Reminds me of a story involving Yasgur's farm, upstate New York, my first wife and August, 1969... Val, you are really sometin'...
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Post by alj2009 on Jun 3, 2009 8:31:24 GMT -5
How do you know Valkyrie isn't your first wife?
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Post by valkyrie on Jun 3, 2009 8:42:31 GMT -5
1969? Where was I in 1969?
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Post by lawdog98 on Jun 3, 2009 8:45:09 GMT -5
Some of us were not even born.
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Post by privateatty on Jun 3, 2009 9:04:17 GMT -5
How do you know Valkyrie isn't your first wife? Val has a much better sense of humor, she reverts to sarcasm from time to time (who hasn't) and I'll bet some other things or attributes about her but I don't want to cause her to blush (although I'd pay for dinner to see that)...
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Post by privateatty on Jun 3, 2009 10:01:13 GMT -5
1969? Where was I in 1969? If you can't quite remember, then you know you were there. But you're much too young, mon cherie. A mere twinkle in Daddy's eye.
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Post by oldjag on Jun 3, 2009 10:02:40 GMT -5
The stress is really beginning to get to you-all. Good luck -- hope you get your first choice ;D ;D
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Post by aaa on Jun 3, 2009 10:06:04 GMT -5
Ah, 1969, a very good year - takes me back to much kinder, gentler time when my only worry was to make sure I had the center piece to play my 45's in the front yard on the little record player that travelled to each kids house, or how many blankets it would take to make a "tent" over the clothesline.
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Post by HogsFan on Jun 3, 2009 10:14:04 GMT -5
Summer 1969 - Riding eight miles into a town of 350 inhabitants on the back of my brother's Cushman scooter to watch his baseball practices. Stopping on the way home to skip rocks on a pond, picking blackberries growing on the side of the road, and climbing a fence to get to the creek to catch crawdads. Those were the days!
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Post by ed on Jun 3, 2009 10:21:27 GMT -5
Watching the CBS news each night and seeing the flags of the US, South Vietnam and North Vietnam with the number of casualties reported for that day. Not so kinder or gentler.
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Post by oldjag on Jun 3, 2009 11:15:58 GMT -5
Working in a steel mill on summer "vacation" trying to get some money to finance the junior year at the university, and the extra beer money needed to make the place tolerable--trying to figure if my draft number was high enough not to worry. Those were fun times too.
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Post by privateatty on Jun 3, 2009 11:40:27 GMT -5
Working in a steel mill on summer "vacation" trying to get some money to finance the junior year at the university, and the extra beer money needed to make the place tolerable--trying to figure if my draft number was high enough not to worry. Those were fun times too. #21 in the first lottery, 1969. And I lost my II-S deferment---which took alot of hard and dedicted work, mind you!
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Post by chinook on Jun 3, 2009 11:51:10 GMT -5
1969 -- February through June, Ft. Polk, LA for Basic and Infantry AIT. July through December, Ft. Belvoir VA for OCS. Those were the days. Lots of fun.
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Post by emphyrio on Jun 3, 2009 11:52:06 GMT -5
Watching the first moon landing on TV, and wanting to be Neil Armstrong.
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Post by carjack on Jun 3, 2009 13:27:41 GMT -5
my parents put in a pool that year - finally a reason to go outside in the summer in LV NV - HOT!!
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