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Post by sherlew (Ret) on Sept 13, 2009 8:27:53 GMT -6
Yeah, the price of gas back then is astounding. It's even more astounding that we're paying around $3 per gallon over where I live. In fact, it's hard to believe that things used to cost what they did.
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Post by thewatcher on Sept 14, 2009 22:19:05 GMT -6
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An age I hope to reach in good health!!
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Post by sherlew (Ret) on Sept 15, 2009 12:46:12 GMT -6
61 - as in highway 61.
Wait a minute. I just posted a reference to the Bob Dylan song Highway 61 revisited. It just popped into my head then... weird.
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Post by thewatcher on Sept 18, 2009 23:10:29 GMT -6
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Another age I hope to one day reach lol
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Post by sherlew (Ret) on Sept 20, 2009 11:00:43 GMT -6
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Post by thewatcher on Sept 20, 2009 15:02:37 GMT -6
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Post by sherlew (Ret) on Sept 20, 2009 18:10:48 GMT -6
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Post by Tomspy77 on Sept 20, 2009 18:28:36 GMT -6
I think I'll do mine in the form of a picture as well:
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Post by sherlew (Ret) on Sept 21, 2009 10:23:44 GMT -6
A good one. 67
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Post by thewatcher on Sept 22, 2009 11:43:38 GMT -6
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Post by Tomspy77 on Sept 22, 2009 12:22:35 GMT -6
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I think I will leave this number here by itself, as the first meaning it brings to mind is not exactly 'family friendly'.
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Post by sherlew (Ret) on Sept 23, 2009 11:48:43 GMT -6
Thanks, Tom.
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Post by Tomspy77 on Sept 24, 2009 10:39:29 GMT -6
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Post by sherlew (Ret) on Sept 24, 2009 21:08:35 GMT -6
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Post by Tomspy77 on Sept 24, 2009 22:30:38 GMT -6
Shakespeare's sonnet 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
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