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  1. 16 hours ago, MissouriPicker said:

    …….. Sadly, I’ve met folks who don’t know who Mark Twain is.

    It's going to become more and more of a problem for the town. Tourism will continue to fall as "we" die off. Eventually, if not already, Mark Twain will be cancelled.

  2. On 9/15/2023 at 7:05 AM, sparquelito said:

    Hannibal, MO reminds me a lot of Weston, MO, all the way over on the western border, on the Missouri river.

    Quaint town, lots of antique shops, restaurants, a winery, and a few drinking establishments.

    Love it there.

    😀

     

    I quit drinking many years ago, but you're right it's very cool.

    I had no idea Jesse James had history with the cave. Even signed his name in there, as did Mr. Clemens.

    I would have signed it too, if the tour guide hadn't been watching me so close.

    I think he knew....

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  3. Three prisoners are captured and are about to be executed. They are asked what they wish to have for their last meal.

    The first man asks for a large pizza, which he is served before being taken away.

    The second man requests a Filet Mignon, which he is served before also being taken away.

    The third man requests a plate of strawberries.

    The officers are surprised and reply: “Strawberries?”

    “Yes, Strawberries,” he repeats.

    The officers answer: “But they are out of season!”

    The man shrugs and says: “I’ll wait…”

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  4. I don't think I ever played one. I'm certainly old enough, but my first memory of picks are the D'Andrea and Fender Thins/Medium that "looked" like shell.  Around 1969. They were cellulose I guess. They would burn like crazy if you lit 'em on fire, I remember that. I don't know how I could have NOT been exposed since they weren't outlawed until 1973. I played in bars in 1970 in Clearwater Beach, Fla. and was playing a LOT out west by 1975.

    Perhaps they were expensive around the turn of the 70's? 

    How many of you old timers used to play them? Got any left over? I know you can't sell them, but pictures are surely legal, eh?

  5. 2 minutes ago, badbluesplayer said:

    I missed the part that was socialism. 

    When you keep printing money to give goods and services to people who don't actually earn them it creates inflation. Prices on goods and services go up, as the value of money goes down.

    You truly don't understand this?

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  6. 16 hours ago, tsorby2023 said:

    A couple years later we discovered that the stuff ended up in either Eveleth, M
    N or Ely, Mn at the police impound. Could'nt get them back without the serial numbers. 

    If he didn't have the serial #'s or any receipts in the 70's to prove they were his, it'll be difficult. 

    I would make a road trip to those towns and go, in person, to those police stations and start digging. Most people working in the late 70's (like me) will be retired, but they might still be around. They wrote those serial #'s down on paper in those days, computers were just in their infancy, and perhaps there are still paper files somewhere in a warehouse.

    If they weren't claimed after "so many days" or months, whatever, what happened to them? Were they sold? To whom?

    Maybe a cop who worked there, or someone in their family, played guitar and ended up with them.

    Getting people to remember the 70's is tougher than any other time in history....

  7. A man walks out onto a busy New York City street and happens to catch a taxi just going by.
    He gets into the taxi, and the cabby says,
    “Wow, perfect timing. You’re just like Frank.”
    The passenger looks confused, and asks, “Who..??”
    The cabby says, “Frank Feldman..!!”
    He explains, “He’s a guy who did everything right all the time. Like when I came along just when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman - every single time.”
    The passenger remarked, “There are always a few clouds over everybody.”
    “Not Frank Feldman.” The cabby said with gusto.
    He clarified, “ Frank Feldmans was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy.”
    The passenger said, “Sounds like he was really something special.”
    The cabby replied, “There’s more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody’s birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with.”
    The cabby kept going, “He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman - he could do everything right.”
    The passenger was amazed, “Wow, what a guy!”
    The cabby continued, “He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too.”
    The cabby concluded: “He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman.”
    Passenger: “How did you meet him?”
    𝐂𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲: “𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞.”

  8. A man and his wife were awakened at 3:00 am by a loud pounding on the door.
    The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.
    "Not a chance," says the husband, "it is 3:00 in the morning!"
    He slams the door and returns to bed.
    "Who was that?" asked his wife..
    "Just some drunk guy asking for a push," he answers.
    "Did you help him?" she asks.
    "No, I did not, it's 3am in the morning and it's bloomin'well pouring with rain out there!"
    "Well, you have a short memory," says his wife. "Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us?
    I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!
    "God loves drunk people too you know."
    The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain.
    He calls out into the dark, "Hello, are you still there?"
    "Yes," comes back the answer.
    "Do you still need a push?" calls out the husband.
    "Yes, please!" comes the reply from the dark.
    "Where are you?" asks the husband.
    "Over here on the swing," replied the drunk.

  9. I was watching a show called "Ten Steps to Avoiding Shark Attack."

    1. Swim with a buddy
    2. Stay close to shore
    3. Don’t swim at dawn or dusk
    4. Don’t swim around schools of fish or where people are fishing
    5. Avoid wearing jewelry
    6. Avoid excess splashing
    7. Maintain eye contact with the shark
    8. Slowly move away, and if possible, exit the water
    9. Hit shark in the eyes and gills
    10. Hit the shark on the snout and push away

    Why isn't "Stay out of the water" number 1?

  10. One dark night outside a small town, a fire started inside the local chemical plant. Before long, it exploded into flames and an alarm went out to fire departments from miles around.

    After fighting the fire for over an hour, the plant president approached the fire chief and said, “All our secret formulas are in a safe in the middle of plant. They must be saved! I will give $50,000 to the company that brings them out safely!”

    As soon as the chief heard this, he ordered the firemen to strengthen their attack on the blaze. After two more hours of attacking the fire, the plant president increased his offer to $100,000 to the company that could bring out the secret formulas.

    From the distance, a long siren was heard and another fire truck came into sight. It was a local volunteer fire company composed entirely of men over-65. To everyone’s amazement, the fire truck raced through the chemical plant gates and drove straight into the middle of the inferno.

    The other firemen watched as the old timers hopped off their truck and began to fight the fire with an effort they had never seen before. After an hour of intense fighting, the volunteers had extinguished the fire and saved the secret formulas.

    Overjoyed, the plant president announced that he would double the reward to $200,000. He walked over to personally thank each of the elderly volunteers. After thanking them, the president asked the volunteers what they planned on doing with the reward money,

    The driver of the fire truck looked the president right in the eye and said, “The first we’re going to do is fix the brakes on this dang truck!”

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