Text 47846, 80 rader
Skriven 2007-01-26 16:19:21 av Roy Witt (1:397/22)
  Kommentar till text 47838 av Roger Nelson (1:3828/7.0)
Ärende: America
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26 Jan 07 05:27, Roger Nelson wrote to Roy Witt:

 RN> Roy Witt wrote in a message to Roger Nelson:

 RW>> Well, I can't claim any relationship with royalty or your lordship,
 RW>> just dirt farmers, warriors and craftsmen.

 RN> Sometimes it's a burden.  (-:

You mean all that bowing and scraping is hard on the back?

 RW>> There is the Winchester name, but I'm not sure where that would
 RW>> lead to. Could be the rifle manufacturer or the people who built
 RW>> thier namesake house in San Jose, CA. And then there are the
 RW>> Ragland, Hannah and Clark names.

 RN> And it probably is the former, rather than the latter(s).

Maybe. I should probably research it more.

 RN>> Yet another example of man's inhumanity to man.

 RW>> Or a prime example of greed.

 RN> They go hand in hand, I think.

 RW>> He probably didn't try hard enough nor loud enough. That same
 RW>> scenerio came about in San Diego when the city fathers proposed a
 RW>> trolly from downtown to the border. Today, it stretches from the
 RW>> border to downtown, goes up the San Diego river to the football
 RW>> stadium and further into the east county and the city of El Cajon.
 RW>> Quite a ride if you ever get to San Diego. It sure saves a lot of
 RW>> problems with traffic on the freeways for commuters. Seniors can
 RW>> ride the trolly all over the county for a buck.

 RN> Oh he did, believe me.  What those fools who were against the measure
 RN> failed to realize was that they were standing in the way of progress.
 RN> Not exactly something to be proud of.

People are afraid of change. It upsets thier secure feelings when things
don't stay the same.

 RN> I remember when you could ride the streetcars or busses all over New
 RN> Orleans for seven cents.  If you were clever enough, you could make
 RN> it close to an all-day affair.  It was a wonderful city back in those
 RN> days.

Here's an experience I haven't had since way back. I took my 56 Chevy out
of the garage today and headed down the road to have a guy take a look at
the aftermarket AC system that has been screwed up since who knows when.
It certainly wasn't installed correctly. Anyway, I couldn't remember the
last time I took it out, nor the last time I filled up the gas tank. The
gauge always reads full, so you never know how much gas is in the car.

Driving down I-10 towards San Antonio the Chevy ran out of gas, but I was
able to coast to an exit where I called a friend of mine for help. He sent
me 5 gallons of gas, but before that arrived, a motorist stopped to see if
he could at least pull me off the ramp and get the car out of danger.

About that time, a guy who runs a Classic Car garage on that exit came out
to lend a hand. He offered a tow rope. While we were hooking it up, the
gas came.

Now, you'd never find people like that in California. You're on your own.

It was after I got the Chevy back on the road that I found out the gas
that I got was paid for by the guy who delivered it. He never said a word
about it and I didn't give it a second thought, as I was under the
impression that my friend had paid for it.

It's a good thing he'll be back in town Sunday when I can repay him for
the gas and his kind offer to drop it off.

               R\%/itt




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