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Post by drlj on Jun 21, 2023 11:20:24 GMT -5
Must be a Lake County thing. We have to do it every two years. It’s quick & easy but no plate renewal until it is done. Ah, Lake County, that explains it. Lots of weird there. I just go online, pay my money, and they send me a fresh sticker for my plate. Lake County is more a Chicago suburb than part of IN, which is exactly how the legislature treats us. We don’t have a high opinion of most Hoosiers, but we tolerate them. Hoosiers are the people in the rest of the state who fear Da Region. Of course, everyone in Da Region has at least one relative who is a hit man or hit woman.
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Post by TKennedy on Jun 21, 2023 12:26:29 GMT -5
Fighting some leg pain from a nerve compression in my back. No sympathy.
One of my kids suggested “calling the whinebulance” . My wife liked that.
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Post by Rob Hanesworth on Jun 21, 2023 12:39:45 GMT -5
Ah, Lake County, that explains it. Lots of weird there. I just go online, pay my money, and they send me a fresh sticker for my plate. Lake County is more a Chicago suburb than part of IN, which is exactly how the legislature treats us. We don’t have a high opinion of most Hoosiers, but we tolerate them. Hoosiers are the people in the rest of the state who fear Da Region. Of course, everyone in Da Region has at least one relative who is NOT a hit man or hit woman. I made a minor correction. You left out a word. My sister lived in Hammond for 35 years.
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Post by John B on Jun 21, 2023 12:40:32 GMT -5
Morning. Feet hurt. Knees sore. Just got attacked by Charlie Horse. These two hour rehearsals are a bear and a half. Run here, run there, up stairs, down stairs, holler a couple times, then run here, run there, up stairs, down stairs. I am negotiating for a physical therapist next job. What show is this? Forgive me if my question’s already been asked and answered.
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Post by drlj on Jun 21, 2023 12:46:01 GMT -5
Lake County is more a Chicago suburb than part of IN, which is exactly how the legislature treats us. We don’t have a high opinion of most Hoosiers, but we tolerate them. Hoosiers are the people in the rest of the state who fear Da Region. Of course, everyone in Da Region has at least one relative who is NOT a hit man or hit woman. I made a minor correction. You left out a word. My sister lived in Hammond for 35 years. I had 38 years with the School City of Hammond.
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Post by Rob Hanesworth on Jun 21, 2023 12:47:51 GMT -5
I made a minor correction. You left out a word. My sister lived in Hammond for 35 years. I had 38 years with the School City of Hammond. What school? My nieces went to Morton where the older one was valedictorian.
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Post by aquaduct on Jun 21, 2023 14:03:46 GMT -5
Hot, dry, hazy, & smoky. That’s the daily description. The day isn’t important. Emissions test on Barb’s car today so we can get the plate renewed. Then, the rest of the day is open. Huh? I also live in Indiana and I don't have to get an emissions test on our cars. Is that something required in northwest Indiana? No, it's an EPA thing. Not really national and confined to, if I recall, about 28 big counties/population centers in the country. Mostly cities. Here in the Valley we never have to do that. In Northern Virginia however, it's quite an industry.
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Post by drlj on Jun 21, 2023 15:13:04 GMT -5
I had 38 years with the School City of Hammond. What school? My nieces went to Morton where the older one was valedictorian. I started at Morton Middle School. Did 10 years there from 72-82. Then I was transferred to Gavit where I taught HS & MS. Mostly I taught 7th and 8th grade which explains why I am somewhat crazy now. I had a 50 something guy come up to me a few weeks ago. “Are you Mr. Mattingly?” I said, “It depends.” “Depends on what?” “On whether you have good or bad memories.” He had good ones so I fessed up.
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Post by Rob Hanesworth on Jun 21, 2023 15:37:56 GMT -5
What school? My nieces went to Morton where the older one was valedictorian. I started at Morton Middle School. Did 10 years there from 72-82. Then I was transferred to Gavit where I taught HS & MS. Mostly I taught 7th and 8th grade which explains why I am somewhat crazy now. I had a 50 something guy come up to me a few weeks ago. “Are you Mr. Mattingly?” I said, “It depends.” “Depends on what?” “On whether you have good or bad memories.” He had good ones so I fessed up. My wife taught special ed and math at the jr. hi/middle school level in Indianapolis for 34 years so I understand. Any sanity you retain is hard earned. She is occasionally approached in public by a former student. Some retired teachers get to hear those stories about how the teacher inspired the former student who went on to great success. Nancy has no expectation of hearing those stories. Students who stayed out of prison are her successes. She taught at least two kids who later committed murders. Her school held an eighth grade prom, which was the last prom for too many of the kids.
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Post by TKennedy on Jun 21, 2023 15:48:05 GMT -5
The 84 year old trumpet player in our little group taught in Alexandria his whole life. At break he is routinely swarmed by former students.
Most are in wheelchairs or using walkers and on oxygen.
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Post by Village Idiot on Jun 21, 2023 16:02:13 GMT -5
I just got a call from West Music in Cedar Rapids. I won their Father's Day raffle so I a free set of d'addario strings for a year. Awesome.
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Post by billhammond on Jun 21, 2023 16:11:23 GMT -5
I just got a call from West Music in Cedar Rapids. I won their Father's Day raffle so I a free set of d'addario strings for a year. Awesome. You mean a set EVERY MONTH for a year?
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Post by John B on Jun 21, 2023 16:38:32 GMT -5
I just got a call from West Music in Cedar Rapids. I won their Father's Day raffle so I a free set of d'addario strings for a year. Awesome. You mean a set EVERY MONTH for a year? No, he one a free set. For a year. He will have to return them.
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Post by Rob Hanesworth on Jun 21, 2023 16:45:23 GMT -5
I just got a call from West Music in Cedar Rapids. I won their Father's Day raffle so I a free set of d'addario strings for a year. Awesome. How many sets is this, or how often does Tamarack have to travel to Vinton to change your strings? Normally, it is once in September.
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Post by drlj on Jun 21, 2023 16:46:15 GMT -5
I started at Morton Middle School. Did 10 years there from 72-82. Then I was transferred to Gavit where I taught HS & MS. Mostly I taught 7th and 8th grade which explains why I am somewhat crazy now. I had a 50 something guy come up to me a few weeks ago. “Are you Mr. Mattingly?” I said, “It depends.” “Depends on what?” “On whether you have good or bad memories.” He had good ones so I fessed up. My wife taught special ed and math at the jr. hi/middle school level in Indianapolis for 34 years so I understand. Any sanity you retain is hard earned. She is occasionally approached in public by a former student. Some retired teachers get to hear those stories about how the teacher inspired the former student who went on to great success. Nancy has no expectation of hearing those stories. Students who stayed out of prison are her successes. She taught at least two kids who later committed murders. Her school held an eighth grade prom, which was the last prom for too many of the kids. I am no stranger to murder. Five of my students were murdered, 2 were murderers, and several went to jail for various reasons including sexual abuse. These are the ones I know about, anyway. No one should know anyone who was murdered. I knew 5 kids who were. One girl was in my class that morning, went home at lunch to check the mail for her college acceptance papers, and was murdered by a classmate who was burglarizing the house. He came back to school that afternoon. Another terrific girl was brutally murdered by a serial killer who was executed in FL. Crazy. There were lots of good kids. Those murdered were actually really good kids. Barb & I run into former students all the time. Mostly, those are very pleasant encounters.
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Post by Village Idiot on Jun 21, 2023 17:30:34 GMT -5
I just got a call from West Music in Cedar Rapids. I won their Father's Day raffle so I a free set of d'addario strings for a year. Awesome. How many sets is this, or how often does Tamarack have to travel to Vinton to change your strings? Normally, it is once in September. And that's what's so great. They are including gas and lodging for Tamarack.
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Post by Village Idiot on Jun 21, 2023 17:30:56 GMT -5
I just got a call from West Music in Cedar Rapids. I won their Father's Day raffle so I a free set of d'addario strings for a year. Awesome. You mean a set EVERY MONTH for a year? Does that work for you? I never win anything. I go in Friday and pick them all up at once. Which is a great way of doing it.
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Post by Marshall on Jun 21, 2023 17:43:25 GMT -5
I just got a call from West Music in Cedar Rapids. I won their Father's Day raffle so I a free set of d'addario strings for a year. Awesome. Cool. Do you have to give them back after the year?
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Post by drlj on Jun 21, 2023 17:51:28 GMT -5
Congratulations to sweepstakes winner Todd. He actually won 12 G strings. It’s the only one he uses or needs.
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Post by millring on Jun 21, 2023 18:02:47 GMT -5
I read the schedule before I left work today. Some Russian guy is scheduled in my place. Baumanoff. I hope he doesn't leave a mess for me to deal with when I get back on Friday. The last thing I need in my life is Russian tragedy. Yesterday while out on my second Claypool route I stopped momentarily to photograph a just-raked alfalfa field with the afternoon sun behind it. It looked like it might make a nice photo. Besides, I'd been watching that field and photographing it from the previous cutting, to full growth, to mowing, to yesterday's raking. I'll miss the baling. The reason I've been following this field is this nagging feeling I've had ever since my neighbor, Kim, told me what he knows about the alfalfa field he tends across the street from my house. The feeling is that there's a great love story in alfalfa. The trick is in the telling, and so far I've not been up to the task. Kim told me that he, like so many hay growers in the county, has fields that are mixed -- grass and alfalfa. The occasion for him to explain this to me was that he'd just cut his for the second time last summer and I had mentioned that I'd noticed the difference in cuttings -- the first yielded about twice as many bales, but the one laying on the ground that day was obviously almost entirely alfalfa. Kim said that alfalfa can send roots up to six feet down. That means when the heat of the summer begins and the grasses can't tolerate it, it's alfalfa that comes up and takes over. So, said Kim, the first cutting looks so great and abundant....and it's okay. But the really good stuff is the alfalfa. And deep roots mean it's going to give and keep on giving. So, there's a love story there. The problem is that "alfalfa" strikes me as an inherently funny-sounding word. Not romantic at all. I tried to imagine writing the alfalfa love song of deep roots and enduring love, but nothing rhymes with "alfalfa". The first thing I thought of as my mind searched for rhymes was "Ralph"....which my mind almost as immediately paired with "Alice". Alfalfa. Ralph Alice. The honeymooners. BANG, ZOOM, you're going to the MOON, Alice. True love. Anyway, so that's why I was photographing the alfalfa field late yesterday afternoon. And as I was pulling my mail Jeep away from the shoulder I thought I heard a shout. There aren't really any nearby houses. I'd guess the closest one was maybe 75 yards behind me. It's pretty wide open country there. I checked my mirrors but didn't see anyone. I passingly guessed maybe someone was shouting at a dog to keep it from chasing me down the gravel road. Off I drove. A quarter mile further on I turned on 850S and delivered the boxes there. Next I turned down Nellie Lane, then Valentine Rd, then back onto 850S again. Further on I turned down Grimme Lane and delivered all the boxes there. But as I was exiting Grimme Lane back to 850S, a big Dodge pickup tuned in ahead of me. It looked like the driver was waving at me, so I waved back. But as we were passing each other going opposite ways, he shouted into my open window "I GOTTA TALK TO YOU!". I stopped. He backed up so we were window to window. There were two maybe 30-something guys in the pickup truck. The one in the passenger seat was wearing mirrored sunglasses and he was the one who started the conversation. "Why were you taking pictures back there?" (and by "back there" he meant that mile and several minutes back there. They had been driving the county roads tracking me down). I answered, "Because the scene was beautiful." The driver said, "Really?" I said, "Yeah, I've been following the progress of that field and I noticed they'd just raked and the scene was really nice." I could tell I wasn't really convincing them. "Well, we've had some things stolen recently and we're a little nervous about people looking at our place." "Wow. I'm sorry you're going through that. But as you might see, I'm the mailman for the area. I mean, I pass that scene at least twice a day (yesterday it was 5 times) and have for over a year now. Now they generously seemed to sort of concede that maybe I wasn't there to steal anything from them. They assured me that they "...weren't accusing me of nothing." But they'd be watching. Y'know? When confronted by fellows like this -- we were a trio of 3 adult males with a total of 32 teeth between the three of us...and all 32 were in my mouth -- I decided not follow either impulse: 1. Reason. 2. Poking the bear (and I mean no offense to bears). Nevertheless, I thought about suggesting maybe we should summon the law and have them look into the matter. I guessed that was probably the LAST thing they wanted. I was supposing that the "farming" operation in that house next to the alfalfa field just might be harvesting our county's other cash crop -- meth. I'm pretty sure the two of them weren't worried about me stealing. I'm pretty sure they were worried about something else.
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