concretegrazer
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Thankfully the deer weren't smart this year though.
Several qualified parts shipped in from the Milford Proving Grounds from a test Corvette and digging deep enough and taking measurements as you go until you see something not quite right. I sent a video as we took measurements of the shaft and the engineer said that it didn't look quite right. I asked for specs for the measurement and he said that they didn't exsist. It seems that we often are the pioneer in problem jobs. [emoji53]How on earth did you manage to figure that out, short of just replacing parts to see if it helps? Did you scope it with wheels removed? Then what? Sounds like an act of magic divination. Did you use a Ouija board?
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Sounds just like several new products we work on. The field is the R and D.Several qualified parts shipped in from the Milford Proving Grounds from a test Corvette and digging deep enough and taking measurements as you go until you see something not quite right. I sent a video as we took measurements of the shaft and the engineer said that it didn't look quite right. I asked for specs for the measurement and he said that they didn't exsist. It seems that we often are the pioneer in problem jobs. [emoji53]
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Several qualified parts shipped in from the Milford Proving Grounds from a test Corvette and digging deep enough and taking measurements as you go until you see something not quite right. I sent a video as we took measurements of the shaft and the engineer said that it didn't look quite right. I asked for specs for the measurement and he said that they didn't exsist. It seems that we often are the pioneer in problem jobs. [emoji53]
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I’d kill em with a toothpick if I had to..
A coyote trot line..Hang some small rope with a #3 treble hook chest high from a strong branch and put a chunk of hot dog on each hook.
They be hanging there next morning.
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Prayers for him, known many like thatGood morning!
Well, my plans for the week have been derailed a bit. First Emerson was out of school yesterday, and today his mother says he has.... Pink eye! SO, I'm home with him again today. Was planning to get out in the timber for opening day tomorrow, but regs are 24 hours on the eye drops before going back to school, so.... maybe not. Plan to make an appt to take him in to the clinic at Walgreen's, quicker and cheaper than his normal doc's office. Wish it weren't so cold this morning.
Long post alert (TL;DR?):
Prayers requested for my stepdad, Dean. 87, living by himself in Chicago, has fluid buildup around his lungs, zero energy, and they're making him go to all these cardiologist appts just to determine fitness for the surgery to install a Pleurex® drain tube. I went to Scotland with him recently, to make sure he got through that OK, which he did, and his son came in from Vancouver after I left, but he's on his own up there right now. He refused to move down here after my mom passed, and I respect that, but I can't just move up there. So he's driving back to the cardio for a stress test today, and supposedly Chicago just had a "blizzard," which he said wasn't too bad; he was out driving in it yesterday. He hasn't had any appetite for anything but sweet things for over a year now, and he still likes his beer. Tough dude to be sure, and I really respect that, but truth be told, I don't think he'll make it through the winter. I'm not ready to deal with the aftermath of it when he goes, not just yet, though I know it's coming, maybe sooner than later. He says he has one more story to write for Emerson, number nine in the series of "Emerson D and Old 1073, Adventures in Old Kansas," where on full moon midnights he goes to the park downtown, gets on 1073, the retired ATSF steam locomotive there, with Mr. Caz, the conductor, and it spirits him off to various adventures in Old Kansas, from 150 years past. These are excellent stories, and I'm sad that Emerson isn't really old enough to enjoy them, not quite yet. Such is life, I suppose. One more thing: he considers Jesus an opiate for the weak, steeped as he is in the intellectual tradition, the implications of this will be coming into play right soon. He's so resistive, not sure how to even bring it up, so if you're a praying sort... many thanks, men.
Hang some small rope with a #3 treble hook chest high from a strong branch and put a chunk of hot dog on each hook.
They be hanging there next morning.
Sent from Hoskey Hills
That would be my luck..Be rough on a dog.
That was my thoughts exactly. I would feel real bad out dog baby sits the grand kids. With out a gun no one will kidnap one. FACTThat would be my luck..
Go out the next morning to find George tethered to a tree by a fish hook..
Then I'd be one unpopular, persona non grata...
I got some yesterday for 2.02 after using my Dillions points to get .20 off. Filled the Suburban I did.Gasoline is down to $2.099/gal here in River City. [emoji15]