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Kat, or maybe it was akabukowski, once said to me that everyone thinks their life would make a good book.

She is probably right. What do you think?

Here is your chance.

Let's all tell stories from our experiences as we traveled through time.


Ahh, but there has to be rules. They will be pretty loose, but rules there must be.


1. It can be any experience that you want to tell us about.

2. It can be as short as one line. Or as long as fifty. Anything over thirty will be deleted.

3.You do not have to end the story at fiftyy lines, but you have to quit writing at the end of fiftyy lines. You can not post again until at least one other person  has posted something.

This ensures that everyone gets a chance.

4.You can continue on the same subject or jump to a new one.

5. Nothing is required to be in chronological order.

6. Very Graphic Sexual discriptions should be posted in the sex talk group. You can direct us to go there if we want to read about it.

7. No one will be checking the facts 

8. Additional rules will be posted and implemented as I see fit.

Step right up and post. who knows, the next knock on your door may be Spielberg asking for the movie rights.

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hhhmmm.. seems like you never got round to ch 2, hey?

hhhmmm.. seems like you never got round to ch 2, hey?

That makes my little story seem pretty lame.

Sorry to say it but yes...

Hope you still don't like me...............

I don't like you?

Write something.

Just kidding with the rest.

My buddy and myself were going to Reno for the weekend. We went to the Bellevue, WA. airport and got in to his Beech twin.

I read him the pre-flight check list and we got an ok from the tower and off we went.

We just lifted off at the end of the runway and lost power to both engines. I could of touched the trees below the aircraft when we suddenly got our power back. We took a foot out of the top of the trees at the airport.

The tower made us land and do an inspection of possible damage and all was ok. I had to get out of the aircraft while they made Ray practice landing and takeoff’s.

I headed to the lounge for a drink while keeping my hand between my knees to keep my knees from beating together.

The FAA blamed us for not turning on the deicers. I had him do that before takeoff (checklist).  They wouldn’t listen to us.

Many years ago, (33 if my memory serves me right) Dee and I went on vacation to Colorado. Right outside of Colorado Springs there was a small airstrip advertising airplane rides in a glider. Basically a small 2 seater with the passenger in the front seat, and the pilot sitting in the back seat. They hook a cable to the nose of the glider, and the other end gets hooked to a small plane that tows you up. Once you reach altitude, the pilot has you pull a handle and the cable releases and you just glide. Dee went up first, and the guy took her up to about 3000 feet, and they were  up for at least 15 minutes if not more. She got off and said it was wonderful. Really quiet with just the noise of the wind, with a spectacular view of the plains and the mountains. She said it was almost like a roller coaster because as they glided down they caught several updrafts that took them right back up. 

I got in and the guy took me up to about 2000 feet and I was back on the ground in less than 10 minutes.

Did you forget to bat your eyelashes at the pilot?

I gotta admit she's much more attractive than I am.

OK, a whole hell of a lot more attractive. 

Ok, she's beautiful and I'm a frog.

Have been to Hawaii many times. One trip on our way to Wake Island/Okinawa on a troop transport aircraft.  The co-pilot came back and told us that we are half way to Hawaii and we are burning way too much fuel with all of us in the tail of the plane, and we were flying with the trim down.. We were back there partying with the stewardess(s). We stayed there for a while. The pilot came back and told us: "Men we are burning 1200 gallons of fuel a minute and at this rate we will run out of fuel before we make it to Hawaii".. We returned to our seats.. We had only been in the air for five days. Wild times. I often wonder how I ever made it this long.........

I can't believe I never posted to this thread.  I think I tried to get caught up first at some point and then just got overwhelmed.  As usual, I'm missing the people who self-destructed leaving giant holes in the discussions.  So sad.

My fishing trip this weekend with my daughter is bringing back memories of summers at the beach in my very distant youth.  The North Kitsap Peninsula in Puget Sound was where my mother's family spent summers.  My grandfather had built a house in Eglon where his four daughters ran wild in the summer and my grandmother kept house on her own while he supervised a salmon cannery in Alaska.  My parents spent their honeymoon in that house before my father shipped out to Alaska with the Coast Guard in WWII. Later, I as the first grandchild in a family of three married but childless aunts and uncles, had an idyllic early childhood roaming the beaches and country backyards of that small beachside community and playing with the children who lived there year round.  The tidepools and mudflats warmed by the sun provided safe little swimming pools for me and my toddler friends and we never experienced a sense of danger from the wildlife--except for when we saw the giant crabs that could be caught in the kelp beds by the braver high school boys visiting from Alaska.  Afternoon naps in the hammock, cowpies drying in the sun of the meadow, fuschias growing wild over a deserted shed that someone's grandmother had lived in during the Depression, bottle-feeding an orphan fawn, and the smell of drying mud in the wetlands are some memories I have of that time and place.  I went barefoot almost everywhere and my mother would pull bee stingers out of my little feet without my ever having felt the stings in the first place.  I lived a charmed life then.




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