Hot Rods Quotes to live by...

If you get divorced, is she still your sister?

 

Don't start vast projects with half vast plans.

 

Statistics prove as a woman matures she will do well to carry
A little extra weight and live longer than the husband that points it out.

 

Fate doesn't care if you fail or succeed.
You're on your own.
It's up to you.
Good luck.

- Me

 

The proof is in the pasta..

 

The food better be good or the wedding is off ..

 

Peck **** with the chickens and make as much money as I do here !

 

"Files are different, they can be placed in order..."

Hello,

Having written a ton of stories from memory, I can attest to “files” being different. Some files are simple and are actually notes written down in the “moment.” So, one does not forget that train of thought. Other times, it is a bunch of notes taken as one does research for a particular topic.

In the old days, we were taught that the information provided to us in a World Book Encyclopedia was fact as written down by researchers to do***ent various writer’s notes. Boy, that would have been a crazy time and lots of patience had to be involved. We thought in High School English Cl***es, the idea of “taking notes” in all of the subjects was not just writing down every word of the teacher. We were supposed to pick out what we though was the information she/he wanted us to learn and remember for the weekly/monthly tests.

Also, to prove to the teacher that we, too could write a paper with multiple paragraphs to make sense of a topic or two. Then doing something with those scribbled notes to make sense of the gobs of information. A specific English cl*** seemed easier than a multiple subject History Cl*** with dates and functions to remember in a time line of sorts. No wonder most people hated history cl***es. What does a battlefield in the civil war have to do with teenagers in So Cal? History over 100 years ago have consequences to this day for us modern folks that have lived through many different versions of societies ways and functions? It was a hard sell to teenagers wanting to just be left alone and go to the beach or cruising.

Jnaki

But, categorizing those files is the difficult problem. Which to keep and how do they fit in the timeline created within those files? Separate them in subjects or just try to remember them? As we got into college, ideas and paths to the future became confusing, but were beginning to take shape. Ideals and learned subjects made things easier to categorize. But, for all of those early years, it was handwritten notes and “theme papers” until we all learned to type.

Now, it was categorizing stuff that affected us or throw those away to be learned later in a memory flashback? Research is the key to finalizing facts for most subjects. Several ways to identify facts for future use is important and then become the base for all future articles and saved writings.

Now, my own files are getting to be categorized as to years and subjects. But, not all together. Some cross overs are complicating matters and are shoved aside to save for another run later in the month or year. Probably will be filed under something and stored in the general Do***ents folders. So, as one tries to file those notes taken years before, then a problem of integrating them with today’s writings may exist.

Some files still exist as they are notes taken in various years when a quote or two comes babbling out of a creative toddler’s mind going a hundred miles an hour. They are cl***ic and should be saved. So, there is that portion, still waiting for its own file folder in our computer files…YRMV

Note:

A large hard drives makes it easier to save, but larger allows one to save so much that it tends to get blurred into the next category of the multiple files. Ha!
Plus, it fits easily in a jacket pocket or an emergency “go bag.”

 

Seems so unfair:
Given two heads, and only enuff blood to run one at a time !!!!

 

I get what you mean on writing notes and trying gather info to write a paper, that was college, five years of work….that never really paid off. I attribute my success to what my father taught me!

I was also lucky in my the fact that my history teacher taught me about history and some of the reasons for it! We never clouded our minds with dates, but did know the era of the event.




Bones

 

I mentioned this famous quote from the Pogo cartoon strip in another HAMB post earlier today.......
"We have met the enemy and he is us!"

 

Jim

 

“Paying attention in history cl*** is important so later in life you understand the jokes.”

 

And, at 80 years old, I've come to understand that the joke is on me.

 

Also makes you a better Jeopardy home player!

 

There was a lot boy always messing why the senior mechanic in the shop I worked in. This kid ( same age as me at the time !) keep distributing the old man . The old dude was a vet , spent 3 years in the Mecong Delta , sometimes he would get the 1000 yard stare . Kid creeped up behind him and dropped an 1 1/2 er behind him. Old Dude went to his knees , came up ******ed the kid up .Told him you ever do that to me again and “ I’ll knock you right through the rim of your own *** ! “
I never forgot that moment , thinkin GD that’s a hard hit !

 

I leaned years ago to mess with some folks ……at a distance!





Bones

 

Reminds me of a quote I’ve used and heard many times
“Don’t do It!”
Dan

 

“And I know we have to go, I realize we only get to stay so long, Always, have to go back to real lives”



Hello,

College lives are hectic to say the least. One is searching for “what lies ahead.” Although there are/were many different way to get to that goal, college allows one to think in different ways to get along with another set of thousand students all in the same stage of their lives.

It was a difficult to be away from my home court of Long Beach in my new adventure up North in the S.F. Bay Area. The area was one where I would liked to have lived, as it was different from So Cal. But, the odd thing was, those students I met and talked about our current lives and where we grew up, etc all pointed to the other students wanting to live in So Cal. So, what a different way to see our lives.

The college cl***es were similar, with large lecture halls and the ordinary note taking and ***ignments to be turned in to the professor who would not read them anyway. He had several paid college ***istants who did the reading and grading. Yes, there were some professors who did this for their own, but most we all knew the college aides and the work they did. We lived to tell another story.

Jnaki

It must have been homesickness as the feeling I was getting was not the best. Despite going surfing in Santa Cruz and riding a Triumph Motorcycle for 500 miles on two weekends all over the Bay Area from the ocean to the Berkeley hilltops, even the Fremont Dragstrip, a few miles up the freeway was not a solid draw to keep me in this whole area.

So, I made arrangements to head on home for the summer and enroll at our local 4 year college on a hill overlooking the ocean and city below. Now, that was home…

My grades were just enough to get accepted and within one semester, I had a 3.0 grade average. The cl***es were flying by, it was a happy place and I felt at home… pun intended.

But I made one adjustment to continue our whole future… I met a wonderful person. Together, we developed a bond that lasted through thick and thin. Being college age, allowed us to learn about each other and what we wanted to do with our lives… be together. So, it was a short time together on campus.
We both had family homes to go back to be an important part, but, they were so far apart…

The beach and harbor so close by gave our lives some meaning. So, with these other lyrics playing to our current thoughts, describing our college times together, we knew we had to leave and be apart, but the future was going to be us… together… It played true to this day, 59 years later as we approach our “later years…” YRMV

Where we belong

When we think back to all this and I'm sure we will
Me and you, here and now
Will we forget the way it really is
Why it feels like this and how?

And we always have to go I realize
We always have to say goodbye
Always have to go back to real lives

But realizations are the reason why
We want to live another life
We want to feel another time
Another time


The CURE…

 

Most of my life I have tried to live by two quotes, one, “ I am what I am” , I know I’m not perfect, but I am comfortable with who I am! And I try to improve myself, with mixed results!

Number two! “ Peoples is people”! I try to understand that humans are not perfect! We all have flaws! So I try to over look them in folks and hope they over look mine!

I try to live by these pearls of wisdom!


“ I am what I am” Popeye the sailor said that! “ People’s is people “, Kermit the frog said that!

Two wise individuals!



Bones

 

There was a time, I knew it all,
Now I can't remember where I put it......

 

“NOTHING IS BETTER THAN GOING HOME TO FAMILY…”

Hello,

There was a time when I wanted to be in an apartment by myself. It was the goal of a lot of teenage friends and when one of their older friends actually got one after high school, well that was pure envy. That friend had a great paying job, took a cl*** or two, while most of us were taking 15 credits or 5 full cl*** loaded schedules as required.

He had different goals than we did, but envy was sure powerful. We loved going over to his apartment with a view of the whole ocean and Long Beach shoreline. This was from Signal Hill to the ocean about 5 miles away. But the view was awe-inspiring. Everyone who went to his apartment was amazed and we always wanted one like it. To us, “he had it made.”

Jnaki

At the time, we were still living at home, but the idea of moving to an apartment was still burning strong.

I dabbled in moving to an apartment for the Summer and had a great time calling my own hours, coming and going anywhere at anytime. Food? Well, what ever we could cook on the provided single burner cooktop was usually the case. Mainly, breakfasts and perhaps lunch. Dinners were always at a local restaurant. But, something was missing.

I went away to college after that Summer was over and now, I was in a full fledged apartment with a full living room/kitchen + bedrooms. So, now I was set. But, 400 miles away from my old Westside of Long Beach home.

Living on my own, so to speak, was fun as I had to take care of my own lifestyle, geared to daily college cl***es and trying to learn something.

The inkling to be home was gnawing at me the whole time being away and having to drive back 400 miles to my apartment after a holiday or Summer. It was being at home and driving to all of the local places I grew up with as a teenager. So, it was not a new thing.

Note:

But, it was not until I got married and we now both lived in a dinky one bedroom apartment that gave me the meaning of going home to family, after spending all day on a photo shoot or driving all over So Cal for the day’s activities. Even when I drove down the coast to go surfing, coming back to the apartment was wonderful.

There was nothing better than a smiling face of my wife and the happiness we both shared with each other. Coming home has lasted for over 50 years and it gets better each time… YRMV

 

a little punctuation can sure change a sentiment.................

“NOTHING, IS BETTER THAN GOING HOME TO FAMILY…”

DOH!

 

I always liked what Ben Franklin said,
"Don't believe anything that you hear, and only half of what you actually see"

​

 

Posted elsewhere today, with reference to taillights and death:

G. K. Chesterton: “Tradition is the democracy of the dead. It means giving a vote to the most obscure of all cl***es: our ancestors. ... Tradition refuses to submit to the small and arrogant oligarchy of those who merely happen to be walking about. All democrats object to men being disqualified by the accident of birth; tradition objects to their being disqualified by the accident of death. Democracy tells us not to neglect a good man’s opinion, even if he is our groom; tradition asks us not to neglect a good man’s opinion, even if he is our father.”

 

One “oh ****” erases a hundred “atta boys.”

The mouse gets caught in the trap because he doesn’t understand why the cheese is free.

Sources unknown.

 

"Death by entrapment", it was a setup.

 

Jim

 

Bob Dylan wrote, “Take care of all your memories . . . for you cannot relive them.”


Hello,

In a way, yes, you cannot relive them as the physical year and action is long gone. But, in looking at a photo or a movie, one can see the action of a teenager and remember the exact moment of that point in time.

When my dad was at a high school football game with his friend, his son was the starting offensive guard. They were on the overflow sidelines on the actual gr*** sidelines cheering our team on to win the game.

On this running play, I was to block down on the defensive tackle and knock him down or into the clogged line. Then our guard would pull out, knock the defensive end down and our high speed tailback would run through the large hole downfield for a big gain. We were doing that all night and in the second half, the defense adjusted to watching our tackle post, then watched me come down the line to block. So, now the linebackers were moving into the hole. But, that was the plan. Once they came into the hole, the tailback did not have the ball, but knocked the linebacker down.

The QB made a great fake and now, it was up to me to come up field to a post pattern and be in the open for a long p***. The QB launched the ball. And the defense saw me all by myself catch the ball and run downfield as fast as possible. The memory of that play was outstanding. But the “odd-ball thing” was, I ran in front of my dad and I thought I saw him laughing, yelling and jumping up and down as I ran by him. That was something I can literally remember and it sticks out in my old brain. (he confirmed it the next day)

But those memories were great and can only be matched by other memories as they come apparent. The rainy day, muddy field in the Wilmington oil property, where the flathead sedan delivery was sliding all over the field with us inside whooping it up like little kids. Only we were big teenagers, having the time of our lives. We lucked out in that one slide too many was going to make us go over the curb and into a flood control ditch that ran parallel to the muddy field. We did several more and then laughed all the way to the burger shop for nourishment.

No, we cannot relive them physically, but they are there for the thought process called up for various reasons. A rainy day, the flathead 40 Ford Sedan Delivery and being crazy teenagers, and living to be able to remember those things we definitely would not do today. ha!

Jnaki

So, yes, we take care of our memories in our brains, but it certainly helps to write them down in a journal as much as we are able to do in one sitting or weekly, as thing come up with the new days. YRMV