Childhood Memories

[rhertz]

Originally Posted by Al Swearengen

In a way, yes. He can out-google damn near anybody!

I like both Al and Joe. I consider you both to be pretty smart and I often relate to both of your viewpoints. Funny how you two go at it from a third party perspective. Perhaps opposites "poles" attract and like "poles" repel?

[Al Swearengen]

Originally Posted by rhertz

I like both Al and Joe. I consider you both to be pretty smart and I often relate to both of your viewpoints. Funny how you two go at it from a third party perspective. Perhaps opposites "poles" attract and like "poles" repel?

I like Joe too. He's wooden, dour, laconic, obsessed with minutia, and generally disagreeable. What's not to like?

[piemaker720]

Originally Posted by Al Swearengen

I like Joe too. He's wooden, dour, laconic, obsessed with minutia, and generally disagreeable. What's not to like?

Like I said earlier his list goes on.

[piemaker720]

Come on Al, give us a long ago story.

[Al Swearengen]

Well lets see, I remember this one hot summer evenin when I was eight or nine. It was late in the afternoon, about 4 or 5. My two brothers and I were summoned to the backyard, where there was a huge "table" (basically a 4x8 ft sheet of plywood on a couple of sawhorses) set up, with a big watermelon, a butcher knife and a salt shaker. After the whole fam had scarfed down the watermelon, my dad flipped over the plywood sheet, where we could all see that he'd painted that side dark green. Then he came out with a little net and some paddles and we all played pingpong, badminton and horseshoes till it got dark.

[piemaker720]

Originally Posted by Al Swearengen

Well lets see, I remember this one hot summer evenin when I was eight or nine. It was late in the afternoon, about 4 or 5. My two brothers and I were summoned to the backyard, where there was a huge "table" (basically a 4x8 ft sheet of plywood on a couple of sawhorses) set up, with a big watermelon, a butcher knife and a salt shaker. After the whole fam had scarfed down the watermelon, my dad flipped over the plywood sheet, where we could all see that he'd painted that side dark green. Then he came out with a little net and some paddles and we all played pingpong, badminton and horseshoes till it got dark.

very good Al.

[purpahurl]

I know someone who somtetimes views this website who has discharged a firearm indoors.

Unintentionaly of course, but it was a huge shock.

One time when I was about 15 I had a coon dog named Coon. A Catahoula. He was a puppy about 10 mos. me and my cousin were coon hunting along a big string of ponds and heard the dogs bark. They would only bark once the coon was treed. We were about 1/2 a mile away but it was all open land. When we got to the dogs, my dog and his 5 year old mother Susie, were in the middle of a lake and there was one cypress tree out there. We waded out to it and blew a predator call. Coons jumped out of that tree like rain. One of them jumped on my dog and he took off. A few minutes later I was standing in water up to my knees and a coon swam up to me and started climbing my leg. [i] could not get him off. The next thing I know I look up and here comes my dog over the levee of this lake straight for me and he grabs this coon by the neck and shakes him and keeps shaking him. I was never so proud of my dog. That was a great night. 21 years ago.