Then, we'll just have to go over to the '63 Colony Park and fetch the Chief trying to pull a heater core. Trouble is, he talks too much which could put Denny to sleep at the wheel
You forgot to mention a major jerk!!! Haha. I’m sure he’s a great guy, he’s just no different from 90% of people in this world who have a hard time assuming any responsibility in a time of fault. One of the greatest things to learn is how to say “sorry, i made a mistake”. Although none of our overpaid politicians can do it. Heck, i find myself apologizing for things i didn’t even do just so we can all get over it and move along. Here it goes like this: ssssssooooooorrrrrryyyyyyy! Not to hard. What’s up with that Buick?! (Page 6)
I know as much about you Grizz, and Bruce, as I do about the old Indian who is trying to persevere. I see fault in everyone and I see good in everyone. Someday I may get pushed over a ledge. But I'll never jump. Life is short already. If I jumped some would cry and miss me. Others would laugh and say nasty things. I enjoy laughing, not crying............... This made me laugh.... Jeff Foxworthy in Pittsburgh - Stand up Comedy
Well i enjoy long walks on the beach, beer, and a good cry every once and a while...there now you know me. Actually, speaking of crying, ever since the kids were born I’ve become pretty emotional of certain things. For example, I was watching “saving private Ryan” the other day, I’ve seen it a few times before, but man something happened... i must have teared up 4 or 5 Times. My wife walks in about the same time Mrs. Ryan was getting the letter about all her dead sons, and she says “what the hell?! Are you crying?!” The only response i could think of was “NO!!! Are you?!” Stop laughing Model T! I’m taking my ball and going home!!!
I had tears to hold back, when my daughter was born. I was at the delivery. One could opt out and wait outside. But, I thought that was for Machos and cowards. As soon as I saw her laying in the incubator (she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. They had to get her out pronto. Her cousin who was also a first child had the same thing happen. Both sisters were unintentional murderesses), that's when I got emotional. I didn't let anyone notice, though. I kept it for myself, as best I could. I don't know, up to this day, if I was overly happy, like when you laugh so hard at something that's killer funny to the point where you sort of are crying with tears in your eyes or if I was feeling sorry for her that she had to set foot onto this miserable planet. When my son was born, I didn't think nothing of it, as if I just had a cup of coffee or went grocery shopping. Maybe, when fathers first see their sons, it's no big deal like it is with their daughters. Nature sets it out that mothers are more attached to their sons and fathers to their daughters
I couldn't agree more Denny. I cried when my first son was born, but I think it was because my wife, who was overcome with emotion cried. It was an amazing experience, one I can't put into words. But I'm different than everyone else. That is what makes us human, and keeps things interesting. I'd miss you Denny. But if you go, you can leave your wagon to me. I know I'm short on space, but I'd take care of it and drive the heck out of it in memory of you.
when my son was born it was WOW and very neat, but my daughter was born on my birthday and that has always been special, yes she is daddy's girl , even today 30 some odd years later, Father daughter dance at her wedding Red River Valley "From this valley they say you are leaving I shall miss your bright eyes and sweet smile For you take with you all of the sunshine That has brightened my pathway a while"
Stop this guys. Grown men don't cry! You didn't bring a ball Grizz. That's the one my uncle gave me long ago. I'm tellin mom! Oh how we miss those long walks on the Florida beaches...........sometimes nude beaches. But that's nuther story! You can't unsee the vision in your mind! Beer with friends, and strangers who gave me beer and became temporary friends! Free BBQ and drinks on the hotel roof, prepared by silly Canadians who spent winters in Florida when we spent weeks on that other coast. Life s filled with memories, good and bad. For better or worse, we are not real religeous. Yet I've seen my wife pronounced dead three times. Yes three. Our first son came early and after convultions my wife went into a coma. As the doctors, nurses, and our expreacher left the tiny meeting room I was left alone. Yet I didn't feel alone. Not being religeous I didn't pray. I sorta talked to myself. In a short time a nurse came in and told me "your wife wants to see you." Similar things happend the next two times later in our lives. I think I got dust in my eyes! About ten years ago, on a New years Eve, I looked down and I saw me laying on a white sheet in a large cold room. Suddenly I was warm and the noisy ICU room was silent. All of the beepers and fancy lites stopped. I actually saw the lite at the end of the tunnel. I remember it as a blurry sunset. In awhile I heard voices calling my name and people in white gowns smiling and welcoming me back. It wasn't until later I was told I'd died. From what I figured out was heaven was full and hell didn't want me messing the place up. Over this past Christmas I spent a day in ICU back at the hospital where I was born. Yes, they have electric lights now. A long miserable week in a small room alone. It wasn't until this past week my oldest son, daughter, and her husband told me I looked awful. I was sort of grey and dead looking. Except for the grey color, that's about normal. But they got scared and called an ambulance. Again, I was lucky. I never realized the simple flu can be so bad! My doctor told me now I could live to be 100. Why am I here? Why are you here? Life is confusing. We believe in karma and we believe in angels. Other wise we'd be dead or beat half to death, considering the places we've been. No one told us don't go on the south side of town or across the RR tracks! So far we haven't fallen over the ledge. We never had much of a wedding and still haven't gone on a honeymoon. Our best man still stops weekly to visit. Shortly after moving back his wife was taken by Dementia.Now I'm worried what tomorrow will bring. My wife has had short term dementia way longer than friend Pat, yet she reminds me of the past, and that married men don't stare at pretty girls next to station wagons. "From this valley they say you are leaving I shall miss your bright eyes and sweet smile For you take with you all of the sunshine That has brightened my pathway a while" Someday! I also love that country song with "I stopped loving her today!
I just finished reading all the posts and agree it is unfortunate these exchanges occur. I had both a positive and negative experience while I looked for the 1960 two door Falcon wagon I purchased for my wife. THE BAD: I found a 1963 Tudor Falcon wagon on Craigslist with an impressive description of work completed and pictures of the condition, The wagon was in Central California, a three hour drive from my home, but after exchanging phone calls and emails, the seller and I agreed on a price contingent on the wagon being as described. It wasn't and a day was wasted driving to see a rusty POS with fresh paint and an engine "rebuilt" with a rattle can. THE GOOD: I found and purchased my wife's 1960 Falcon wagon at the Pomona Swap Meet. A SoCal car since new, the wagon had zero rust and as the price read OBO, I negotiated a price $1300 less than asking. Although we had agreed on the price, funds had not been exchanged before other potential buyers approached and tried to kill the deal by offering the full price listed. All the seller and I had was a verbal agreement and a handshake but he honored the offer made and told the others the wagon was sold. Proof positive that sellers with integrity exist and hope that your next experience proves better than the last. This is a picture I sent to my wife just before purchasing the wagon and how it looks now, 16 months later.
Nice looking wagon. As Art Linkletter used to say "people are funny." Sadly money talks and some people can smile and lie at the same time.
When I die I want to be like my grandfather who passed peacefully in his sleep, not in abject terror like the passengers in his car.
Next time, quit drinking so much on New Years Eve, turn up the heat and quit staring into your ceilling mirror, to go to sleep, if you don't want to experience such further nightmares, Sir. Otherwise, people will mistake you for a dead drunk
