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well in all fairness I did depot a large check with their name on it 
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majorcatfish
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how rude of those rich snobs......
dickiebird
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Everyone reading this thread has to remember this is the east coast, not mid=America.
When I was working, the co. I worked for was in Connecticut. On occasion I would have to give a cust. the phone # of someone in the home office, so they could get billing problems sorted out.
I ALWAYS reminded the cust. they would be calling the east coast and whomever they spoke with was "probably" going to sound rude, but just ignore that and let loose with your problem.
THANX RICH
When I was working, the co. I worked for was in Connecticut. On occasion I would have to give a cust. the phone # of someone in the home office, so they could get billing problems sorted out.
I ALWAYS reminded the cust. they would be calling the east coast and whomever they spoke with was "probably" going to sound rude, but just ignore that and let loose with your problem.
THANX RICH
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well in all fairness I did depot a large check with their name on it
That's nice, they paid you for your service.
But they flunk their human to human test IMO.
baymule
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Nyboy, I guarantee you that if you ever pull up to our gate, we'll personally come open the 16' farm style gate and call off the dogs. 
You will be invited in, given the tour of the farm, be invited to stay the night as long as you wish, fed good meals and treated like royalty.
No dog collar required.
You will be invited in, given the tour of the farm, be invited to stay the night as long as you wish, fed good meals and treated like royalty.
No dog collar required.
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Thanks Bay thats nice to hear
digitS'
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NyBoy says he likes hijacking 
. There's something about people ...
We are all shaped by our childhoods, formative years they call it. I grew up on a farm and it wasn't all the same farm. Yeah. Dad was never able to quit his day job. He changed it fairly often and wasn't willing to commit to buy property. That's right. We would load our livestock onto the farm truck and move them - 3 different farms, separated by a dozen miles!
I remember counting 40 cows before Dad gave up on this enterprise. A mechanic, he was finally willing to move to town and buy a house. Mechanic married to a hairdresser - could I have had a more working class family? Well, you think about me being in the farmyard or the fields. Maybe that sets me apart.
Anyway, I related well to cattle. Went to church and was told about being a good person. So, what was the difference between a person and what they liked to call a "beast" in church? If you are in charge of feeding and you open the gate into the corral at feeding time and 40 cows come through ... there is a chance to think about the difference between them and us.
Unschooled ... this relates somewhat to @dewdropsinwv 's experience in returning to school. When I learned that we were leaving the farm, I got into trouble. I mean big trouble. It was the final months of my 13th year and we took about 6 months to get gone from the farm but by that time - I had a change of attitude!
I believed what the police detective told me. I felt ashamed of the hurt I caused my mother; the embarrassment to my father when a person from the church showed up and seemed to lecture him on how to raise kids. The wider world offered something. I decided that I could and should find out about it.
It's ironic that I returned to farming and never removed myself more than a step or two from it with any adult occupation. It probably doesn't reflect all that well on the doors that I was willing to open to other opportunities, about how I used school for my entertainment more than a stepping stone. But, young Steve did have to settle down, overcome some of his resentments and get on with life -- Barbarian no more!
Well, what was I? Recently, I was reading something of the college life of a guy who went on to a PhD and renown at the U of Chicago. He showed up late for a class lecture - the room was empty but there was a problem written on the board. He answered the question and turned it in. It wasn't an assignment! The professor wrote down a question that economists thought was unsolvable. The prof wanted to publish his paper!
This guy was following in his father's footsteps. He was the son of an economist. Think of the advantages this obviously very smart college kid had. The dinner table conversations, the importance his parents were likely to place on all education for a kid who may have imagined himself as an economist from a young age.
Kansas University researchers studied something about the parenting of young children: In an hour the children in wealthy families heard 2,150 words; children in working-class families heard 1,250 words; families on welfare, 620 words.
Children learning: Between 18 months and 2 years of age, Stanford researchers found that children from poverty level families learned 30% fewer new words than children from wealthier families. Honestly, it's surprising that it isn't worse!
Today, I'm trying to understand why someone would post a picture online of a kitten running across a landmine and think that was funny. Do we really live in such a cruel society.
Steve
. There's something about people ...We are all shaped by our childhoods, formative years they call it. I grew up on a farm and it wasn't all the same farm. Yeah. Dad was never able to quit his day job. He changed it fairly often and wasn't willing to commit to buy property. That's right. We would load our livestock onto the farm truck and move them - 3 different farms, separated by a dozen miles!
I remember counting 40 cows before Dad gave up on this enterprise. A mechanic, he was finally willing to move to town and buy a house. Mechanic married to a hairdresser - could I have had a more working class family? Well, you think about me being in the farmyard or the fields. Maybe that sets me apart.
Anyway, I related well to cattle
. Went to church and was told about being a good person. So, what was the difference between a person and what they liked to call a "beast" in church? If you are in charge of feeding and you open the gate into the corral at feeding time and 40 cows come through ... there is a chance to think about the difference between them and us.Unschooled ... this relates somewhat to @dewdropsinwv 's experience in returning to school. When I learned that we were leaving the farm, I got into trouble. I mean big trouble. It was the final months of my 13th year and we took about 6 months to get gone from the farm but by that time - I had a change of attitude!
I believed what the police detective told me. I felt ashamed of the hurt I caused my mother; the embarrassment to my father when a person from the church showed up and seemed to lecture him on how to raise kids. The wider world offered something. I decided that I could and should find out about it.
It's ironic that I returned to farming and never removed myself more than a step or two from it with any adult occupation. It probably doesn't reflect all that well on the doors that I was willing to open to other opportunities, about how I used school for my entertainment more than a stepping stone. But, young Steve did have to settle down, overcome some of his resentments and get on with life -- Barbarian no more!
Well, what was I? Recently, I was reading something of the college life of a guy who went on to a PhD and renown at the U of Chicago. He showed up late for a class lecture - the room was empty but there was a problem written on the board. He answered the question and turned it in. It wasn't an assignment! The professor wrote down a question that economists thought was unsolvable. The prof wanted to publish his paper!
This guy was following in his father's footsteps. He was the son of an economist. Think of the advantages this obviously very smart college kid had. The dinner table conversations, the importance his parents were likely to place on all education for a kid who may have imagined himself as an economist from a young age.
Kansas University researchers studied something about the parenting of young children: In an hour the children in wealthy families heard 2,150 words; children in working-class families heard 1,250 words; families on welfare, 620 words.
Children learning: Between 18 months and 2 years of age, Stanford researchers found that children from poverty level families learned 30% fewer new words than children from wealthier families. Honestly, it's surprising that it isn't worse!
Today, I'm trying to understand why someone would post a picture online of a kitten running across a landmine and think that was funny. Do we really live in such a cruel society
.Steve
Beekissed
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Maybe in Kansas. In poor families around these parts the kids hear a LOT more words than a piffly 2150 in an hour.
Nine kids, lots and lots of words goin' on. Rich folk don't even talk to one another!
majorcatfish
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Nyboy, I guarantee you that if you ever pull up to our gate, we'll personally come open the 16' farm style gate and call off the dogs.
You will be invited in, given the tour of the farm, be invited to stay the night as long as you wish, fed good meals and treated like royalty.
No dog collar required.
make sure he has had his bordello shot first.....
ninnymary
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Was over and beyond your service? Token of appreciation for dropping it off?well in all fairness I did depot a large check with their name on it
Mary
