Thoughts

Glenn, kinda offpost but did you go to North Georgia College back in the late 70's?

Moyo

i have resurrected.

An analogy - Years ago a friend of ours built a show-quality roadster. We stopped one evening at a fast food spot and the usual small group surrounded it to compliment and ask questions. One admirer in particular punctuated his praise with "I wish...." (I wish I had the place to do this, I wish I had the money, ...had the tools, .........had the time, etc.). As we were waiting inside for our order, this fellow backed his pickup up behind the roadster and pitched his cup of ice and soda into the open cockpit of the car, and took off. While cleaning the mess out of the car we wondered why. The only thing we could come up with was stupid envy.

So, why does a person take time to go to a craft fair and then criticize the materials used in the crafts? Stupid envy?

Have you ever considered getting into politics?

Barry

I think you may be onto something! Barry

In the case of the "gentleman" at the drive in, just plain stupidity. And begging for an ass-whipping - which he would have promptly received. Some behaviors are beyond excuse - unbelievable!

Greg G.

He was long gone before we even go to the pop-drenched car. Point is the fellow at the craft show was trying to do an equally effective job of throwing ice on glen's cypress bowl project.

Well, then you guys need to open up two (2) large-size cans of whoop ass! Both of those "gentlemen" need it badly.

Barry

Just jokin' with ya, on the "Young Frankestein" movie with the great Marty Feldman as Igor. No offense intended.

Alex

Marty, I agree with you. That's why, one afternoon MANY years ago, I stalked one up near Camp Graying in Michigan with only a 6" knife in my hand. I was reaching for him with my off hand when he bolted.

But I got close enough to touch.

Bill

PS ... Probably some of you will be tempted to call me a liar. I can't say that I blame you because what I did is definitely out of the ordinary. But you weren't there and I was. The deer sensed me a long time before he could figure out where I was. My hand was about a foot from his antlers when he figured out where I was and left outta there like hooved lightning. Had I moved just a little faster, the story would have had another ending. Not certain I would have been alive to tell it, though.