Date:         Fri, 11 Mar 2011 07:37:29 -0700
Reply-To:     "John C..." <jcarp1910@GMAIL.COM>
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From:         "John C..." <jcarp1910@GMAIL.COM>
Subject:      Re: Road trips (CA and OR)
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> >>>I'm excited that my van is running great (Seattle to Fresno)! --


My wife sez; This is like Chris Rock saying:
He's a great catch because he's never been in Jail ????

You're not supposed to be going to Jail !!!  ;o)

( what one man calls his hobby....

a woman sez is "Sickness"  !!!!!

help me Mr. Wizard !!!  Help me !!!!     ;o)



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> My pa, he came home quiet as the evening in his worn out shoes I could tell
> by his shoulders That he had the blues He said, "Son, you're mother's gone
> away. When she'll come back I could not say. Hey, will you play me a tune?"
> So I strummed some little song About how nothing lasts for long His lips
> were trembling. He looked old. He touched my arm. His hand was cold. When
> the song was done We watched the setting of the sun And heard the wild birds
> singing. It was so quiet in the house We spoke in our lowest voices As I
> thought of all the missing noises I knew I loved that man Even though I'd
> been afraid If I told a lie or come home late I always knew we had a place.
> Let's go cut a tree down! Pa, let's go cut a tree down! My mother lives in
> the city In a place that gives you all the things You need to live a happy
> hidden life My pa, in a few years He'll be moving to the mountains Moving to
> the crowded mountains Of our land
>