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From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
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I will never forgive them for what they did to the gas can.
That little gurl in the pool knocked the legs out from under one more american communist childish meme.
I have 2 old skool vented gas cans in the garage and 4 new skool unvented cans that have been liberated by me. Primitive knife wielding maniac vents. My wife swears a simple stroll through the garage imparts the smell of gas permanently on her garments. POL is my own personal cologne.
I had my 30 year old Craftsman stationary 4″x36″ belt sander tore apart, trying to find out why it is squealing so bad under load. Neighbor came by and told me my little metal can of 3 in 1 oil must be at least 30 years old cause they converted to plastic cans in the early 80’s. Mine still has the non-denominational price tag stating $1.19, so go figure. There are numerous POL products around here so the 3 in 1 gets used sparingly – hey! it’s a collectible now!
Well it appears that massive micro-dust build-up might have been the sanders problem. After spending an hour or so getting intimately personal with it and delving into the areas never before delved, with shop vac, various brushes and scrapers, and the compressor, it is now spic n span and a lot quieter. I bought this thing, I think, in 1980 and paid $99.99 for it. They don’t make this particular model any more but if you type in the model number 137.215360 Amazon has one, though the cheaperized plastic version, for almost 3 times the price and the reviewers throw it to the curb. So I’ll keep fixin’ the one I have.
Today is rainy so my sights are set on that bandsaw sitting over there needing some quality time. This’n: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00068U85S/?tag=reviewsofbo0a-20
I had a metal can of Singer sewing machine oil, circa 1972. At some point I let my husband borrow it and he never returned it, so I bought another container—now in plastic. But it still has that lovely warm aroma of light oil, which always reminds me of my Father.
I guess that Poles like vodka.
Reminds me of the beer coolers in 7/11’s. Being a non-drinker I would be asked to make the beer runs when attending family picnics and game days. I of course had to have directions; what kind of beer, where do I buy it. In the process I have come to a conclusion; the beer companies must give the 7/11 and other corner stores a better deal on beer than they do the super markets. I could buy a box of 30 “stones” for about $17 plus deposit at the 7/11 but at the supermarket it is about $18.95 or so. My theory is that it is simply marketing. If the price was the same everywhere a lot of small stores would actually go out of business. It seems that 80% or more of their profit comes from beer, wine and cigarettes. And fewer markets for their product will likely reduce sales overall. I dunno, could be some other reason.
GWTW,
Depends on what state you are in. Here all liquor stores have to buy from the same approved distributors at the same price for wine, liquor and high powered beer. A big liquor store pays the same price as a little one. Not sure about pricing for grocery store beer, which is limited to 3.2% alcohol. Most distributors have each item go on sale about every three months, so the store with more cash flow will only buy during the sale month, and carry enough inventory to bridge to the subsequent sale month. Also, liquor stores cannot sell below the price they paid from the distributor.
Walked into an Italian wine store and noticed in the center of the large tiled floor were two full-sized gasoline pumps, with volume meters, hoses, everything. But they were not for gasoline. One was for red wine and the other for white.
While we watched, a stout middle-aged lady drove up in her Fiat, took from the trunk a large demijohn, set it down by the red pump and filled it. Then she humped it back out to the car and threw it in the trunk. I thought the front wheels were going to come off the ground!
Only one wall had any shelves with bottled wine. The pumps clearly did all the business! We were on foot from the nearby campground so we bought a very bottle because we didn’t have much money. It was almost undrinkable. Almost.
I got a few of these for “water storage” (the little paper label is easy to remove).
20 Liter (5 Gallon) NATO Jerry Can (GJC20) with Flexible Spout
by Atlantic British LTD
Link: http://a.co/3dW9FLp
Absolutely leak proof, easy to pour from. Too bad they cost so much I’d get more.
I buy 5 gallon red plastic gas cans at estate sales. The old style that actually pours. They often have gas in them and I use it. $4
Seeing the Polish vodka aisle reminded me of a fun book titled “Five Billion Vodka Bottles to the Moon: Tales of a Soviet Scientist” by Iosif Shklovsky. The title comes from the author reporting the annual consumption of vodka in the USSR as it waned and how far the bottles would reach if laid end-to-end. Shklovsky was both a great physicist and writer, always on the wrong side of the administrators. His story of mollifying an annoying undergraduate, who turns out to be Andrei Sakharov, is priceless.