The Original Old Farts Club

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Hippie420 said:
I can tell you ain't a Yankee. We don't mention the "S" word. It'll hear ya and occupy your driveway.
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Well, lemme tellya, chillun, of the Great Blizzard of 1947. I remember being delighted that snow began to fall on Christmas. It was a kid's dream.

Went to bed that night very happy. In the morning, it was very cold (we had a coal furnace in the cellar that had gone out). I crept downstairs to look at my new toy steam engine... Something was wrong. Everything was so quiet.

Here comes Daddy downstairs. He opened the front door... and there was a wall of white. We were buried in. Electric power was off.

The phenomenon was a result of high winds and super heavy snowfall. It caused drifts that buried stuff. There was no traffic anywhere. Even the Long Insland Rail Road was stopped.

Here's a picture from LongIslandPress.com --
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So here is Himself, looking at the threemommadinger outside right now as I type this: 79F. Gonna stay that way. YAY.

Here's the stopped train system (where, d'ya think all the commuters who HAD to get to NYC were? EEK. EEK. Try hand shoveling fifteen miles of track...)
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I had the Chateau built 23 years ago. Hurricanes... meh. Not very often (despite the MSM's best hopes) and not anywhere as dangerous as daily hand-to-hand combat on the LI Expwy after they salt the road to ensure a perfectly solid white-painted windscreen on your car... renewed by them for days.
Always cool to read a writers post. 👍
 
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Always cool to read a writers post. 👍
OK -- short story regarding the LI Expwy: I had bought a house in Queens not at all far from the Twin Towers as a rental property. All of a sudden a dozen Sri Lankans moved in (and I was paying the water bills). I decided to sell. NYC rules in this area put the owners in the barrel regarding herding tenants.

So the Beautiful Witch and Himself flew up to NYC to sit down with some Chinese folks that were interested in buying it. I was as nervous as a bastard at a family reunion, because I HAD to sell the place before the Sri Lankans destroyed it, and being a way distant landlord is basic bad juju anyway.

We all sat down at the table, with me at the head (a move I learned at Yale while learning how to speak Mandarin). Herself was to my right, and she looked like Marie Antoinette on Bastille Day. Nervous as Mike Tyson in a spelling bee. If this did not go through... we had no plan/option.

The four Chinese folks began talking. In Mandarin.

When... OOPS!! Herself is reading this post over my shoulder and wants me to tell y'all: She was watching me with those big eyes, and suddenly (her words now):

"I saw you go all relaxed and smile a little right at me. I knew you caught something good and everything was going to be all right."

What I caught (this is me again, but she is watching) was the oldest guy turning to the others to say, "We must not let this bargain slip through our hands!"

Now... There's ten million-plus people in NYC/Brooklyn, and perhaps there are maybe a dozen Big Noses who can sling the bat in Mandarin, if that. So they had not the faintest idea that I could understand all their back-and-forth conversation. They were ready to kill to get the place.

I hesitated, thinking of raising the price (which was ridiculously high already) but didn't. They signed within five minutes of sitting down. True Story

That is the ONLY time I got to use my Mandarin in civilian life. 🤭
 
@Unca Walt ,,,,I used to love reading Louis L'Amours books. Mostly Westerns but he had other writings that were great too.
Did you ever meet him or read his books?
Long time ago, I discovered Louis L'amour. But never read his Westerns. It was the incredible classic: The Walking Drum. Absolutely fascinating 12th Century story.
 
Ya didn't answer my question about Louis L'Amours.
Ya din' gimme no fargin time...

But I might as well add a suggestion for you. George MacDonald Fraser created the character Harry Flashman. A dozen books regarding Flashy's life <-- all written by Flashman hisself.

He was an openly admitted coward and scamp. He was the bad guy from Tom Brown's School Days. BUT! He was a superb horseman, very big, brawny, super handsome, and he was a whiz in learning languages (touch of me, here). Women adored him. In his words, he had had enough of them in his wild life to "make a handrail around Hyde Park."

Now to the important part. Funny as hell. I had to put the book(s) down several times because I was laughing so hard. No matter how hard he tried to stay out of trouble, he wound up in it neck deep.

He caused the Charge of the Light Brigade. By farting. He was at Little Big Horn with Custer. He was in the middle of the Sepoy Mutiny, and wound up tied over a cannon with a gag in his mouth about to be blown apart by his own army. He was stuck in Harper's Ferry with John Brown. He almost got slaughtered in Darkest Africa while on a slave-buying expedition (that he did NOT want to be on at all). In China, he was in the middle of the Taiping Rebellion. By accident.

With all his running and hiding, he managed to get both the Victoria Cross and the Medal of Honor. And a bunch of other stuff -- all written in the first person.

I have read every one of the Flashman series no less than thirty times each.

I recommend the series above all other books. <-- WOW.

Start with: "Flashman" -- then there's "Flashman At The Charge" and "Flashman and the Dragon"... and more. All of them screamingly funny -- and historically educational. You read them with one finger in the footnote section (because that is great, too.)
 
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