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Good tunes Boscoe. Havent called my brother. scary and fear is kinda new. Hauled every last bottle outta here today and trashed it all. Man I aint the ultimate clean freak but I have always swept a floor or vacuumed, kept the dishes washed but it was lookin bad around here. Just booze bottles no real nasty stuff but I thought I might have to neighbor if she would do overflow storage cuz theres only so much room.:eek2: I have the answering machine to attend to but am putting it off. I thought the dts thing might get a little bit better but dang today is the worst one yet. Gettin punished for punishing myself I guess. Thought about calling Sentara here and asking about if came to the ER would it be possible to get sumthin from a doctor visit in the way of a little drug help. That Librium years ago seemed to really take the edge off. Went outside in back instead several times today and gave my dog a little romping around and picked strawberries. Man some of you need to stop by and get some, its either strawberry heaven or strawberry hell depending how you look at it. I am in the process of freezing them and about maybe halfway done. I musta had about close to half a 5 gallon pail and have put up 5 qts so far. It has occupied the time and the only thing is its so boring and repetitive I find myself with thoughts going on as I do but what the heck I guess. Had to shed a tear here a bit back thinkin of Linda used to buy them round angel food cake cups and we would whip out the strawberries and some whipped cream. My neighbor lady is gone but I gave her some the other day and I am keeping the real monster ones to side and going to give some more. Went online, dang we raised and froze strawberries on the farm but I forgot the basics. I am giving them a slicing up and putting a 1/2 cup sugar to a qt and mixing em till the sugar dissolves and them putting em in qt plastic freezer containers. I have been pretty good about not picking any under ripe or letting any get too ripe even thru all this boozing. They are some nice berries. Shellquacker gave me the plants this spring, thanks Les. They are June-bearing and I think they are called Quinalts but not sure. The plants were in good shape when Quack gave them to me and I planted em in a raised bed that spuds grew in last year. They are really thriving and I am having to be careful cuz they are throwing off runners all over and I am training them to the bed for next year. A few have been bigger than a golf ball but smaller than a tennis ball. I had to laugh at my neighbor the other day, she was standing out next to garden as I picked and when I gave her the biggest and best of the ones I had picked she said oh no Jeff, those are yur nicest ones just give a handful of average ones. I got so up in arms inside my head I about jumped over the garden fence tellig her where I come from you dont sleep well at night if you only offered a friend the 2nd best.:yes: I aint real big on jam or jelly, used to some, but my sweet tooth has left that way, but I am going to make some jam from the next ones, I already checked I know I have jars mammy and plenty lids and all but heck I have several pkgs of Sure Gel here. I can give some of it to friends. I used to be real good about making sure that early Dec I packed up a box for my sis-pickled beets, homemade jams n jelly, corn relish, dilled beans, stuff we were raised with but I know she doesnt get anymore cuz not a big garden and no time in her life. I need to get back into that. My brother would appreciate that too.
And if any of you folks get by my way I wont be turning you away no more, I got more eggs than a fat crappie in March. I am marking cartons and I feel bad that I even hard boiled some and are feeding them to the chikkins and my dog.
I got a sausage sammich down or most of it earlier and think I am gonna whip out a skillet later, I have some good butter the real stuff, from NC, and maybe make me a cpl eggs. I do mine either sunny side up or flipped once over easy. No snotty stuff now, no uncooked whites dribblin around like C Rexs mustache after an encounter with a loose shifty woman. :hysterical: That was always a staple back home growing up. We had hens all the time and sold the excess eggs. The milk truck picked em up when they came to pick up milk and the creamery paid us for them and marketed them. The good old days, before the cows had mad disease and you could eat an egg or pork chop and not have salmonella. Dad and I got up each and every morning at 4 and went out and took care of the milkin and feeding. You may of sensed I have to this day a despise inside me of a city kid. It aint nuthin personal but I thought about it today as it is Saturday. Saturday was the day in our lives growing up that you werent going to school and as I forked manure and pitched **** I just knew what was on TV and come Monday those city kids were all talkin about Casper The Friendly Ghost Archie & the Jugheads and the cartoons I wished to watch at the time. :yes: Not a bad memory at all. It was just what you did as farm kid and there was no underlying anger as you did it. No wonder I ended up a farrier come to think of it. In the winter time when it got below 20 degrees the cows stayed in the barn locked up in stantions and the gutter filled quick and pitching manure was daily and they were right there as you pitched it, many a cow kicked out and sent ya flying from time to time. I remember the day I got a little slack operating the pitchfork and woke up and mean TKO'd. Dad made sure I was ok then said tickle her under the tail next to her ******* again with the handle of the fork. :hysterical: Oh man we had some times together. Had a boar pig once, a Yorkshire that grew so big he buckle the sows when breeding them and he was once mean modorfroder and had a set of tusks about 5 inches long. He couldnt successfully breed cuz the sows got dropped when he hopped up. We kept him in a small stall in the barn waiting to take him the livestock auction and come Saturday he was an issue cuz getting past him or around him pitchin **** was not safe and he was mean and he would get you. And he meant business. Dad and I would pen him off with a partician to clean barn and he was just a bad customer. One day we got his dental issue solved. Dad got about 5 ft of 1 inch galvanized pipe, looped a length of braided wire thru it and back to form a loop at 1 end and used grip pliers to secure the other ends and hold the wire. We got the bolt cutters out and Dad got up and dropped the loop over his upper snout, from across his back, where the pipe laid straight across the center of his head and once it was there in his jaw used the pipe like fulcrum across the hogs forehead and had his mouth exposed. It was not pretty and Dad had all he could do straddlig the partician doing it and I took hold of the bolt cutters and we removed those tusks before one of us was gonna get torn up or worse pitchin manure one day.:yes: We took him to the auction in Porter a cpl mos later and he weighed 770 lbs. I am just rambling, dont mind me, just feelin a bit better and spewing some.
 

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I read all that and didn't see where you said you put any clothes on! I'm picturing you doing all the picking, cuttin and canning buck naked!

That puts a whole new spin on offering your big berries to the neighbor!!!

Glad you up and out. Rootin' for ya!

The church carnival went great today. Buzz made a bunch of kids happy with his balloon tying.
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Another memory was farrowing sows, being there when they birthed piglets. I got to be let outta school the day after cuz I was up all night tending. I still aint sure how that became my job. I guess cuz Dad had to sleep sometime in a 24 hr day. I wasnt very old either, maybe 10 or 11 at first. I would sit in the barn alone at night all night and you knew the sow was gonna give birth cuz she would start grabbing mouthfulls of straw and "nesting." You put her in a farrowing crate at that point and heat lamps were hung next to it. I would sit there and listen to her grunt and watch as the piggiies came out and right awy had a small side cutter to clip their eye teeth so they would scar up her udder nursing. Soon as they came out get any placenta out their mouths and wipe any away from their nostrils, clip their umbilical cord so they werent stepping on it, put iodine on the cut end. Things differed from sow to sow, how long it took, how many they had, stuff like that. Then you had to see if she "cleaned" that when she was done giving birth all the placenta came away from her clean. That she was finished and all the afterbirth had come out her. I spent many a night sitting on a bale of hay behind a farrowing crate with the heat lamps the only light in the barn on, bored, making bets with myself how many pigs the sow would have. Biggest litter I ever saw on our place was 14, and then you get an education in practical life and the ways of nature. In a litter that big, a cpl or maybe 3 or 4 are gonna be "stunted" or "runts". The sow doesnt have enuf nipples or milk and the bigger of the piglets are gonna get the best feeding and the runts only get smaller. They arent going to survive and she doesnt have the means to make it any different. The common practice I know sounds ugly, but you took em by the hind legs and slapped their head down to the concrete to kill them. Its just how it is. The indecency of nature or sumthin along those lines. I think Dad left me out there knowing he had been there in the day and I was gonna have to get my own life lessons in my own time. It sure wasnt any fun when you had to do that but the success of the remaining litter hung on it. There aint nuthin cuter than a newborn piglet, squealing, oinking, they are rather cute to my way of thinking. Kinda a hard thing to do.
Boscoe if you read this I will tell you sumthin. I know bringing up drug use aint nuthin to sport or anything but I was a kid and I guess I was 14 or 15 and experimental at the time, and it was farrowing time and I was sent out to do the overnight shift doing what I just said about. I thought what a great time, no parents were gonna be around and I knew it. I had a half hit of window pane and a friend of mine had cut it in half at 4th hr art class at school that day and I had taken my half home. Such a small little thing, just a little piece of paper, with half of Mr Natural on it cuz we had cut him in half. How bad can this be I figgered. Holy **** buddy. We had a barn radio, an old plug in transistor.
I listened to Santana that night, watched pigs being born in panavision, pigs were over the place on the walls on the ceiling, the barn was showing colors and moving. The barn cats all became mountain lions, the dog turned into a buffalo, some very strange things went down that night. I started pressing the switch on and off on the heat lamps and had strobe lights bro. My bale of hay I had been sitting on became a bean bag chair and I think I remember Elvis Pressley was there. I mean some really unnatural stuff. I petted my first tractor that night and the manure spreader spoke to me. I mean not really so far out there or anything but I took notice when Ghandi landed a hovercraft just outside the barn. I wasnt really panicked that it was Mother Theresa was door gunner Boscoe, that part never really got to me. But the hot pants she wore did strike me as outta place is all I'm sayin. Hang in there bro, I am just being myself here and glad if I can once again drag out some twisted humor. Theres more, it was an extremely long night. Dad always wondered why I dint sleep for 8 days after it. You wont believe this but a sheep came to me and I think she was my very first love. I dont tell this to just anyone cuz I am a standup guy and I believe in keeping it confidential and protecting the sheep. She told me Bessie was her name and I took her word for it, cuz heck, a sheep had never lied to me before. Ghandi and Mother Theresa took off at about this. I dont really remember if they had already seen enuf or sensed what was comin up, but they flat split town. I will never fergit the colors of their hovercraft. I have a picture somewhere I will show you some time. Not of the hovercraft, of Bessie. Good strong ears on that girl buddy. Then something happened to kinda frighten me. The power went out and I was sittin in the dark but blinded by light and I still havent fully put a handle on that one, but the power came back on in just a few seconds and I saw piglets in colors they dont come in and blew my nose into a ZigZag paper. I finally let my guard drop and thats when the mountain lions started hissing and I thought they were all gonna pounce on me but I commanded my buffalo Shep to bark at em and it scared em off. Once I sensed I was safe, I shook out a PallMall and me and Doc Holiday shared a smoke together. He is a nice man, Boscoe, dont let all that talk about slingin guns and tuberculosis fool ya. First man I knew who baptized a cow. Yep. You know thats right. The man had some firm moral beliefs but I wasnt no fool even then, I never once left him and Bessie alone.
It was quite a night brother. I would wonder from time to time what time it was and just how longer can a night go on. I kept checking my watch but soon learned I dint wear one and finally found a pencil and just wrote numbers on my wrist and called it good enuf. With a good eraser you can turn back time. I started worrying about just when the sun would come up, or would it, and scared my Dad was gonna show up to do the milking and he would be mad when I told hiim about all the things he had missed. I was only paranoid I guess cuz it was only 25 o'clock. Now I know some of this may seem far fetched or difficult to believe but believe it when I tell you I inspected a pebble of gravel that night and marveled at the wonder of it all. I went into the feed room of the barn and got a sack that was empty that had been the bag trace mineral salt had been in and had a sack race with myself. I will tell you who won some other time but it was close.
 

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Now you have done it. I have to take all my clothes off and get back to the strawberries. I know you are just the cat to enjoy the visual. Maybe I will play a little game where I swing the bat and see if I can knock one out the park. Glad yur day went well and Buzz had a good time doing his thing.
 

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My neighbor is a very nice lady who has been divorced a long time and my age and not any worse lookin than any of us after we put on some years. She has been an elementary teacher all her life. Her and I have sat on the steps over the years and I know a little of her background that she has shared and she is not a man hater or nuthin but I wouldnt fling my berries her way I think she is still so burnt from her past experiences that she dont want a man around, just wants to live out her life. She has a son Ethan who I know quite well and he is a slacker in many ways but a good guy at heart. In his early 20s. Irresponsible but trying to do some college and just trying to find his niche in life I think. He recently moved in with my neighbors ex who is a lawyer in Richmond and I think there is some of the same dealing with stuff and reeestablishing and uncomfort I have been feeling.
 

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Today was supposed to be Judgement day. A group from Family radio has touted today as judgement day. I been waiting all day for JC to call. Figured he didn't ring me and I'd be stuck down here with Les and Boscoe! If that ain't hell !

I'm watching a show about Rosicrucians. I'm gonna search my wallet and see if I have a membership card.

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That **** ain't funny!!!:nono::nono: I been trying to console my youngest daughter all day. I'd liked to shoot the crazy MF that started the bull****!!!! I hope he lost everything in his half azzed attempt at calling the rapture. I think he is a first class RICHARD CRANIUM!! If I could get my hands on the old SOB he wouldn't need wonder when he might meet Jesus - I'd make sure he knew by removing all doubt!!!
 

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You got that right Howard and hope you dint take none of my talk about it personal but knew I was just commenting. Me n you have been crossways enuf and I know I was all atleast 1/2 to blame. I know what yur sayin man. Kids or old folks get ahold of the hype and then all the newsmen and ladies take great delight pumping it on over the media and some like us know the world is not ending today but its on the news and how do we get info ya know? Everyone sees it and some take it serious. Man our news casts and media have sure gone down the tubes. I get so sick that we are guilty as a mass, not individually, that **** like Arnold bangin his maid and Oprahs last show are the biggest news when there aint nuthin better to talk about. All the poor people that were damaged by the tornados got put on back burner just a few days after it happened cuz we had to listen about if bin ladens stash of porn and if it was one of his 6 wives or a donkey that took a bullet and why and all that garbage. It seems the real stuff that affects us as Americans is 2nd shelf to entertainment. You cant get basic cable and enjoy it but for reality type ****. I feel like could pay the extra for more channels if I needed to see what a smirky puss Lindsey Lohan is and how much time she might do and her lawyers blabbing, blah blah blah. I watch the History channel and discovery and I like to grin so comedy central is one. I never watched that much TV but its relaxing and passes the time. 100 bucks a month for cox cable with high speed and you wanna watch a movie somewhere get ready for Bronco Billy or Three Mules for Sister Sarah and some old stuff. Then even stuck with that you cant watch 2 minutes in a row or Lowell the Hammer Stanley and a public service message from the Natl Piss Foundation are there. We had 3 channels growin up Howard, and we crawled on the roof to help the antenna point in the right direction. You bet they had soaps on in the afternoon but come prime time we had guys like Walter Cronkite and got to see what the real news was and it was real. Then you had Jack Paar or Hee Hop or Roan and Martins Laugh-In and popped up some popcorn and life was good brother. I remember comin up Friday night was a special night and after chores were finished we all felt the hurry to wash the dishes and put em up cuz after that we enjoyed 3 straight shows, Lawrence Welk, Guy Lombardo, the Mitch Miller Band. We sat there in awe and at 8 we took out a cpl ears of popcorn on the ear we had grown in the garden, we all shelled them out and we went under the wash machine with a wringer and thats where the lard we had rendered was kept to pop it up in. And lye soap. At 9 Mitch Miller ended and we packed it up and drove 2 miles away to where we had 9 acres we rented from my grandpa on my dads side with a Model 12 12 gauge and shined skunks on the alfalfa field. It was fun, Dad driving up and down the field and Mom there and my sis and bro too in the day. I learned how to drive a vehicle out there at about 8 yrs old and I had been taught how to handle a gun already then. I am a southpaw and driving and shooting out the drivers side was perfect. We had lard and greasy popcorn hulls stuck to our lips and it was the best of times man. It took me all my life knowing Linda and she still dont know what an ol maid is and I tell her the unpopped kernals at the bottom of the bowl you city girl.
 

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I raptured 5 groundhogs today. News at 11.
Did they look surprised Sabi, or did it seem they had watched the news and just came out and said screw it and got in the gunsights? Thanks for a good laugh. 54 and I never knew a groundhog would ever be raptured, let alone 5. Man you would no doubt enjoy the Dakotas, Wyoming, eastern Montana. The prairie dogs there are devious sneaky little suckers but if you keep quiet and give em time to settle and not stay in their burrows you just have to whistle and a head will pop up. Those are some tunneling community little bastards and if Farmer ever goes there he wont ever come back, just ask us to send more shells. He will have to give up grits and go Cream of Wheat. Certified Yankee but with a Suthern drawl. Something you dont hear much about is badgers. You wanna talk about one scrappy animal that will not hesitate to come meet you there miss one. I think they are. I think they are relatives of a mongoose crossed with my ol lady.
Are ya doing okay man? You dont need to answer here. I heard yur calls come in but was too messed up to respond as I should. I am back somewhat and I am yur friend Waddell. We both know each other well enuf to help each other whoever needs it and no shame. I dont keep debits or credits. So many here, it has been amazing, have talked to me and helped me and I am so ashamed to come out in public hurting and bringin up problems, knowing everyone else who is so big to help me are raising kids, facing battles of their own no doubt, but willing to extend. Some of the least that I never would have expected it from are the very ones in the forefront. I never have had to bare myself like this and it may not be over, but dang its nice to have a friend. Life here in my place is still very very empty. I dont do well by myself alone and I dont run out and find a shallow fix for it cuz that would only be a shallow fix. I mean I told someone just today that I read, watch the boob tube, have interests, that I can do it by myself but it sure isnt what I want. Back in the day I walked alone and picked up some company or had it bangin on my door but that was when I was much younger and for many yrs I have liked to share a place with another and have a stable relationship and the emptiness hurts as I tell ya. Nobody to talk to and even that isnt really accurate cuz we dint talk much anyway, but having another beating heart under the same roof and just knowing it was ok. If you ever need a place to hang yur hat you know the way and you are always welcome whether I get it patched up here or not. Linda always liked you and spoke well of you. Mi casa su casa amigo. I have never denied another and you are always welcome, I like ya myself. Just not in the way Dayton likes us.
I have a funny side to me Sabi. I know so well and know inside how much I mean it to tell someone come on over and heres a towel, heres some bedding, theres the fridge help yurself. But if I found myself going to anothers place, even if it were just as simple as taking the invite cuz we were goin fishin the next day, I would probly not and just get a motel.
Its a weird thing about myself I wonder why, it doesnt bother me bad or nuthin I just wonder. I think many on here know I have opened my doors at bashes and almost beg and arrange it to make sure they know pork fat and eggs at Shoers. I love to have a friend walk in and eat or have a cup of joe and converse. I absolutely feed on it and always have in other settings and under way different places or set of circumstances. I never told you this but when I said come by and you did, and did it with grace and came in and accepted, I thought to myself why cant I be like that. Ya know, we both knew and know you have a dollar to ya and could get a room and eat a cpl meals out but it was so nice to have you so graciously walk into my door and be so comfortable. Its why I smiled as you went to sleep and covered you up with stuffed animals, took a pic, and loved messin with ya posting it. You have been here and know my place aint fancy and the furniture or setting isnt a Condo in Redondo but we both connected some how and you knew the linen might not have been top shelf or the towel new but I knew it was clean and stuff like that. That was pretty sweet man. It felt good to me. I was glad to have ya. I guess I hadnt done anything and had anyone respond like that since about 20 yrs prior when I told a broke down cowboy back in Arizone come on by, I have a bunkhouse thats small but we can damn sure split it in half. That aint as far fetched as you may think bro, I once told a guy dont fart in the horse trough as you bathe and threw him an old saddle pad to dry off with. He said he was takin a bubble bath and we split tight quarters but both found room to sleep. I had to ease him some, he was a tough customer in ways but harmless too at the same time. A one man bunkhouse that makes my place look huge. One bed, an old twin or queen maybe. It was time for sleeping arrangements. You keep yur mouth shut best you can Dayton. Cuz I know this will beg a comment from you. He had a nice bedroll and was a real cowboy, he had worked up north that summer but came down to AZ for the winter and he had an old truck, a nice saddle, I think he had come back from Colorado working a dude ranch or working a hunting ranch. He had one of the best kept and classy soogans you ever saw-a sleeping bag encased in white canvas with a cpl blankets and made to keep you warm when it was time to sack out. My shack was so small the bed itself took up most of it with very little floor space to lay out a bedroll and go down. I felt bad, wanting to afford him better than a little bitty floor to sleep on. And the bed was just a twin not a big wide one. I knew no problem the guy was straight and had no kinks. He was faced with the floor and that was just fine to him but I had to tell him about how me and my brother slept in the same bed all our lives, together. I dint quite know how to put it to him saying it but said well if yur okay that we aint gonna play cornhole in the wee hours just get on up and we can elbow each other for space and buck and fart at will and I know dang well our pooters will be okay come morning. He grinned at me and slung his soogan up on the bed and we made do for about a month. We laid next to each other and I would mess with him and him with me. "Tell me a bedtime story." "Mommy used to kiss me before tuckin me in." Shut it up Dayton, I know yur salivating.
"havent had any in awhile and I'm feeling lonely." We messed with other ferociously and even drug it out to the rest of the guys thinking maybe we could get 1 to think we had had an indiscretion in the wee hours. His name was Pete and I called him Peter Eater. Then there was the blanket thing. There wasnt enuf and we never went and bought a wider one. We were often drunk, always had done a big day of hard physical work. When bedtime came we both just wanted to get some sleep and rest. Yes. 2 men had established which side of the bed was theirs individually but we still had issues about getting the blanket to cover us both. I threatened to pull out my shoeing tools and trim his toenails and rasp off the callusses on his feet. Damn we laughed. I was having some midnight madness back then already and my tossing and yelling disturbed his sleep. Then came the times one or the other had drug home a heifer from the bar and we had privacy issues. We had a meeting of the minds and established that that the 1 ton flatbed was the place to take care of business as the other had the bed. I feel bad knowing there are a cpl girls out there who have rust flakes imbedded in their ass cheeks. A cpl of em got the old western touch and forced to bathe in the horse trough afterwards. One gal left giggling wearing Petes hat and 1 boot and we had to do some explaining the next morning. To the ranch owners wife. She said thats about enuf now boys before this comes out in the newspaper. We both begged off and said she was an abuser and a stray and we dint neither know her name but she wasnt buying any. Plus her ol man was there, the ranch owner, and he knew exactly, and was having a terrible time trying to get a grin away as his wife checked up lookin at him. It was an uncomfortable moment and still a nekked chick wearing someone elses hat walkin in 1 boot. And Phyllis pissed off as hell. Actually it wasnt all that bad. Atleast Pete still had 1 boot and knew where his hat was at. Oh my lord. I wish I had it in me to write a book. Then she trained her eyes on Pete and I and said you 2 should be ashamed. I couldnt very well tell her I hadnt been the one who got the cotton candy and had created all this mess. Man it was not a good day that day and the only time I was not allowed to draw straws for horses. I rode the ugliest meanest sucker there that day and Pete too. I was made to fry up the bacon on the woodstove that morning with about 4 other guys who had witnessed the comedown grinning. I jabbed an elbow into Pete that night long before going to sleep just cause he had it coming. Justice prevailed in a weird way too that same day. There was a pair of panties in a horse trough he was made to remove and make dispostion of. He never got his boot back until 2 weeks later. The hat disappeared completely with no word from the Gila Co Sheriffs Dept that ever followed it up. They werent happy either, and a nekked chick wearing 1 boot and a floppy cowboy hat will evidently make you that way. I asked Pete was it worth it after the dust had settled a bit and he said man I'd like to think so but I dont really remember it much. I know one thing. We sent em all home with undies on and their own duds after that.
 

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Well, maybe 1.
I watched and listened to an interesting thing on the History Channel about how the whole Columbus discovering America thing is wrong. A few things were presented that I know a little bit about but know the accuracy of the call. One was the vikings coming from Scandinavia and hitting Greenland then the mainland USA. The other one was more interseting to me and I had only read the book a cpl times as a kid but dint know what he was trying to reinact. Thor Heyerdal and the sailing of Kon Tiki. I knew about his ideas and how he thought the statues on Easter Island were of Chinese rather than Polynesian making but dint know he was using ocean currents to prove it was possible that the Ming Dynesty could have had Chinese crafts that far back to make a voyage that long. Pretty neat stuff if you like and are curious about how things came to be, and plenty of professionals and dint seem too much hyped up for entertainment value. There was a diver from California who found some very unusual round shaped rocks when diving off the California coast back in 74 I think it was. They have no earthly reason to be shaped like they are. All encrusted in barnacles and shell but true weight about 300 lbs each and look to be anchoring stones from Chinese craft from the very old times. Things like sky navigation using stars that are known to have been used in the day came into play and I am gonna brouse up on it just to see what more there is to tell.
Thanks for listening or not reading cuz you see me and think oh heck here we go again. I used this time to my benefit and I have my berries put up long ago and think even though its late I will make myself a cpl eggs and fry up a piece of sausage and be even better tomorrow.
Thanks guys. And gals.
 
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