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As is the case with many others, mine is self-explanatory. Ditto for the avatar. Geaux Saints!
Son of former Yale and MLB President.Maya - Why are you so into Pinot?
Miles - "Uh, I don't know, I don't know. Um, it's a hard grape to grow, as you know. Right? It's uh, it's thin-skinned, temperamental, ripens early. It's, you know, it's not a survivor like Cabernet, which can just grow anywhere and uh, thrive even when it's neglected. No, Pinot needs constant care and attention. You know? And in fact it can only grow in these really specific, little, tucked away corners of the world. And, and only the most patient and nurturing of growers can do it, really. Only somebody who really takes the time to understand Pinot's potential can then coax it into its fullest expression. Then, I mean, oh its flavors, they're just the most haunting and brilliant and thrilling and subtle and... ancient on the planet."
Miles - No, if anyone orders Merlot, I'm leaving. I am NOT drinking any *&^%ing Merlot!
From the movie Sideways. Paul Giamatti at his best.
zzzzzzzzzzz, zzzzzzzzzzz, zzzzzzzzzzzz.You do better than I. Many of my posts either reflect that I'm sleeping or else they put others to sleep.
Ever see this?Back in the late 80's I think when the second of the "Back to the Future" movies came out, my then young son and I had a little "disagreement". I don't remember what it was about anymore but in his fit of anger at me and the "parental position" I was taking, he called me "mean old Biff" after the "mean old Biff " character from the movie. The mean old Biff moniker stuck for awhile whenever he was unhappy with me and eventually it got shortened to "Biff". Many people know me first by that name vs my real name now. And, I kinda adopted it as my nom de Guerre for my on-line presence and my "artwork".
Ah, I see. I ran the family business in Milford from 1980 until August 2013, when we sold shop.The dark ages, shortly after Peter Prudden founded the town in 1639.
Seriously, 1950-1966, plus 1968-9.
My mother went to high school with Whitey...I was a Yankee fan during the golden years too. Then Mickey and Whitey got old.
Nice to know there are other Florida members on the boneyard.Lake Wales,here.But, whether Naples or Ft. M(e)yers, I like the area -- as long as there're no hurricanes in the offing. And well-placed for Husky-viewing in November.
Love your avatar. I'm sorry you lost him/her. It is hard, like losing a member of your family.
My last name begins with B and ends with Z and when I came out of the Navy and started back at GE, my foreman who was prone to calling everyone by their last name either had issues pronouncing it (it's not that hard) or thought I had a tendency to gab a lot and I became BUZZY. After a time, there was no one there who knew my actual name so when I was ever called over the plant system, most people didn't who know who Bob was. I actually have a cousin who I hung around with for 35 years and was always Bob to until he subbed one day in a GE bowling league and from that day on, I was Buzzy to him, as well! Go figure!
Nice to know there are other Florida members on the boneyard.Lake Wales,here.
I concur
You do have the best avatar...Zorro has always been my hero, the way he was always going around righting wrongs and baffling the alcalde and stabbing folks that needed stabbing, and stuff like that, and my hair turned a whiter shade of grey a while back. And there were already too damned many bears in the 'yard. And then Mean Ol Biff made this great avatar for me.
I appreciate it. Thanks so much!Thank you for your service.
One of my Great-Grandfathers worked on the railroad, in one of the control towers (Aldene was the name, there is still an automated marked box on NJ Transit's Raritan Valley Line labeled Aldene, near but not exactly at where the old tower stood). He died walking home from work one night from a heart attackIn memory of my maternal grandfather, whose title signified the passing of a historical era.
Decades and decades ago there was a New York Central Railroad. Its River division ran from Albany
to Weehawken. Grandpa sat upstairs in the Weehawken terminal tapping out the dots and dashes that
kept the trains humming. He was the wire chief.