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Hi, Tired. I'm Rahl.

 

Good one.

Okay, story time.
As a bonus, you get two.

In 1971, I was in the YCC (Youth Conservation Corps) at Gettysburg National Military Park.
We did things like painting, fence building, brush clearing...
But we also got field trips and "educational" stuff.

They brought in the local expert on Gettysburg, Colonel Jacob Sheads, to tell us stories a couple evenings a week.
(Some of you may recall that name from one of my previous story times.)
The Colonel had really good stories, and some of the best ones had nothing or little to do with the battle itself.
Like the fact that "Devil's Den" had that name long before the battle.
And his ghost stories...

One evening he asked us:
"Do you know what kind of vultures there are on Big Round Top?"
(The northeast face at the peak is a cliff, not very high, maybe 30 feet, with ledges where vultures raise their young).
Someone said: "Turkey Vultures, of course."
Colonel: "That's where you're wrong. They're Black Vultures. Anyone know the significance of that?"
[shrugs all around]
Colonel: "The northernmost edge of the Black Vulture's range is a hundred or more miles to the south. Can you guess why they're here?"
Someone else said: "The battle?"
Colonel: "Yes, it's the third year of the War. They've learned where to find easy meals.
No, not what you're thinking. Not mostly, anyway. Dead horses. Men got buried first.
They followed the Army of Northern Virginia here and never left."

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So one day we're building a fence at the Granite Farm. An authentic zig-zaggy "Virginia Worm" fence of piled, interlocked rails.
The Granite Farm lies in the path of the advance of Hood's Division towards Little Round Top.
It didn't have that name then. Now it's a so-called "Living History Farm."
Anyway, the farmhouse was at that time a residence for a Ranger and family.
The barn was only used for storage. The upper level had our fence rails.

So a few of us go in there and we're like:
[sniff sniff]
"What's that awful smell?"
We heard a rustling sound and looked up.
Yep, you guessed it. Turkey Vultures... young, unfledged ones. (There was an open door in the gable big enough for vultures to get in and out.)
Someone gets a bright idea:
"Don't tell the girls, we'll send them in later."
We grab some rails to start laying out the fence and get out.

So by and by, on some pretext or other, we get the girls to go in there and they're chattering away.
The young vultures were already somewhat disturbed by our earlier visit.
We hear screams and the girls come running out.

So the birds started upchucking and shitting. Phew, what a stink!
Man oh man, that was an even better gag than we hoped for.
The girls were really mad at us for a good long time.

 

I would rather drink my own piss

 

Have you had Coors Light?

 

Get that negativity out of here Nancy.

 

Think we just had another explosion around us !!


Wife said they have first response at a sub station

well it was at praxair

 

Prove it

 

Nope. I don't have to prove shite

 

lies all lies

 

That ain't good.

 

If I buy it, it for others to drink. I can't drink it at all. Tears up my stomach, but I can drink a good ipa all day and night.
I simply choose not to drink at all 99 percent of the time.

 

Sick and tired of being sick and tired....

 

I've lost all taste for beer. Not sure I ever really liked it, I may have just liked the opportunities it created.

 

X3 I won’t drink that shit.

 

I can still taste it after 8 years of sobriety. Taste nasty. I never drank it for the taste anyway. Can’t stand the smell of it now.

 

Why, yes. Yes I have.

 

Coors use to be my jam. Pops told me when I was young, find a cheap light beer and stick to it. That way it'll take you a lot to get into trouble. Meaning you dont turn into an idiot till like beer 12.

 

Where's da microwave?