In the mail

Hmm, mysterious email from Timmay a couple of days ago. Needed my
snail mail addy for something that "requires my attention." Uh oh,
damn process servers are now recruiting ROFFians. Hey, no matter what
they say, the restraining orders are state by state. They've yet to
get one on me that's nationwide.
Got a mystery package today. I, as I do with the rest of my mail,
soaked it in a 55 gallon drum of water for three hours and then sent
the robot out to put it in the blast bunker to open it.
What did I find? 10, count them, 10 "WWFD?" buttons designed to
inculcate the Cornhusker Flyfishers
http://www.cornhuskerflyfishers.org/ in the "way of Frank."
Thank you Tim. I'm touched (tech'd for you North Cakalakians).
The move has been approved. I'm on the road 27 Feb.
I want to thank all the Eastern ROFFians that have put up with me and
allowed me into their homes, their trailers, their beer and their
fishing holes (mostly their beer). Messr's Epps, Norton, Littleton,
Shaw, LaCourse, Makela to name a few.
I do intend to hit some more claves. Bellevue, Nebraska is equidistant
between Coburn, PA and West Yellowstone, MT.
Ya'll come by and visit, y'hear? We'll set a spell on the front porch,
then go out and cut us a lick o' cane and go after a mess a' crappies.

Frank Reid

Frank Reid typed:
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What did I find? 10, count them, 10 "WWFD?" buttons designed to
inculcate the Cornhusker Flyfishers
http://www.cornhuskerflyfishers.org/ in the "way of Frank."

I couldn't figure out why everyone who walked into my office kept falling
down. While I was cleaning up (an annual event) I discovered the leftover
buttons - explained a LOT! It seems like Nebraska is probably far enough
away for that juju.

Have a good move, Frank.
--
TL,
Tim
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http://css.sbcma.com/timj/

On 20 Jan 2006 13:00:33 -0800, "Frank Reid"
wrote:


a 55 gallon drum of water

SNI-I-I-IP

We'll set a spell on the front porch, then go out and
cut us a lick o' cane and go after a mess a' crappies.

Translation:

We'll trip over the barrel of water, breaking several toes and/or other
appendages and impaling ourselves on the cane machetes, and while
struggling to remove the machetes, we'll fall backwards into the crappie
pond, where, somehow, will have mysteriously appeared a log that would
shame a team of veteran redwood cutters, temporarily knocking us colder
than Siberian mackerels, at which point we'll sink to the bottom, only
to be startled back to "life" by the rotting remains of a blue whale (we
can only assume it also mysteriously came with the sequoia previously
encountered) and quickly rush to the surface, only smack our heads on
the log and be sucked up by a fire-fighting helicopter sent in to fight
the fire we began when we knocked over the lantern whilst falling over
the aforementioned water barrel, and unceremoniously deposited into the
inferno, along with the log, the whalefunk, and the crappies, only to
have the log, the crappies, and whale land on us and us land on our
rods, shattering them, and getting enough graphite shards in us so as to
be confused with some sort of flaming, unholy giant porcupines reeking
of rotten whale and singed crappie, whereupon the startled and scared
locals will begin shooting at us, which will scare the largest grizzly
bear south of whostheirwhatsit up in Alaska, who will be, naturally,
eating the contents of my kitchen - sink, cabinets and all - and in his
haste to flee the gunfire, will steamroll us...

HTH,
R

Why Paddy's Not at Work Today (Excuse Note)
(Pat Cooksey)

Dear Sir I write this note to inform you of my plight
And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight
My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly gray
I write this note to tell why Paddy's not at work today

While working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks I had to clear
And to throw them down from off the top seemed quite a good idea
But the gaffer wasn't very pleased, he was an awful sod
He said I had to cart them down the ladder in me hod.

Well clearing all those bricks by hand, it seemed so very slow
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below
But in my haste to do the job, I was too blind to see
That a barrel full of building bricks is heavier than me.

So when I had untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead
And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead
I took off like a rocket and to my dismay I found
That half way up I met the bloody barrel coming down.

Well the barrel broke my shoulder as on to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top I banged the pulley with me head
I held on tight, though numb with shock from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half its load fourteen floors below

Now when those building bricks fell from the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel so I started down once more
I held on tightly to the rope as I flew to the ground
And I landed on those building bricks that were scattered all
around.

Now as I lay there on the deck I thought I'd passed the worst
But when the barrel reached the top, that's when the bottom burst
A shower of bricks came down on me, I knew I had no hope
In all of this confusion, I let go the bloody rope.

The barrel being heavier, it started down once more
And landed right on top of me as I lay on the floor
It broke three ribs and my left arm, and I can only say
That I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today.

-----------------------------------------------------------------
Copyright Celtic Music
recorded by Ian MacIntosh
DC

I think I saw that on the TV show Mythbusters.
Frank Reid

I couldn't figure out why everyone who walked into my office kept falling
down. While I was cleaning up (an annual event) I discovered the leftover
buttons - explained a LOT! It seems like Nebraska is probably far enough
away for that juju.

Its not juju, its frufru, that damn nasty flavored coffee with the
whiskey in it that your employees drink to get through a day of having
to work for you.

Have a good move, Frank.

Will try. The fun part will be driving cross country with the dog and
the cat in my truck. I sense another story coming up. Again, thanks.

Frank Reid

Holy plageristic perfidy, Batman. I resemble that remark.
Frank Reid

"Mike Connor" wrote in message
...
Why Paddy's Not at Work Today (Excuse Note)
(Pat Cooksey)

Dear Sir I write this note to inform you of my plight
And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight
My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly gray
I write this note to tell why Paddy's not at work today

Great song snipped...

A songwriter and musician--Mike Cross-- from right hear in Lenoir, NC put
those words to song on one of his albums.

I think that you would really like his music. http://www.mikecross.com/

"Everything about Cross and his music is one cut above fantasy; his show,
his music, his beginning as a musician. "The gist of it is, I got sick in a
snowstorm during my junior year in college and ended up spending the night
in a friend's dormitory room," as Cross tells it. "It turned out his
roommate played the guitar." That roommate spent the next two days teaching
Cross his first chords and songs.
Now, over 20 years later, he still plays guitar - and fiddle as well -
traveling coast-to-coast delighting audiences with 12-string bottleneck
blues, fiery Irish jigs and a wealth of his own music and stories filled
with backwoods humor characteristic of a Mark Twain or Will Rogers."
http://www.mikecross.com/bio.asp

I've seen him half a dozen times since the mid 1970s. Last saw him perform
at the MerleFest in 1999. http://www.merlefest.org/

Op

"Mr. Opus McDopus" schrieb im Newsbeitrag
...

SNIP

I think that you would really like his music. http://www.mikecross.com/
SNIP
at the MerleFest in 1999. http://www.merlefest.org/

Op



Thanks, have bookmarked it, will have a look and listen later.

TL
MC

"Frank Reid" wrote in message
oups.com...
.......
The move has been approved. I'm on the road 27 Feb.
I want to thank all the Eastern ROFFians that have put up with me and
allowed me into their homes, their trailers, their beer and their
fishing holes (mostly their beer). Messr's Epps, Norton, Littleton,
Shaw, LaCourse, Makela to name a few.
I do intend to hit some more claves. Bellevue, Nebraska is equidistant
between Coburn, PA and West Yellowstone, MT.
Ya'll come by and visit, y'hear? We'll set a spell on the front porch,
then go out and cut us a lick o' cane and go after a mess a' crappies.

Frank Reid


Good Luck on the move and will count on you to guide me on those pristine
Nebraska waters whence I happen upon your town...hmm some lyrics come to
mind, maybe not quite Omaha, but I think it may be descriptive of a Reidster
road trip to the Western Clave (the 410 would figuratively represent your
Sage RPL, of course).....

"From the town of Lincoln Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap
Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path"

Actually the next big project currently on my Queue is currently our Lenexa
facility, which I am told is outside of Kansas City somewhere. We also
have a lab in Lincoln, but not sure where they are in the mix. Either way,
if I make it out your way, we'll drown your waders on a local stream, lake,
or river, wherever the bounty is to be had.

Hope to see you back out here for a clave, or just passing through.

Happy Trails!

The Finn