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Ragged Old Flag by Johnny Cash

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6vwXbQZvJo&feature=related

Some of you may have already seen this, but it was new to me and I wanted to share it.    Enjoy!

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=784659188

What They Gave To Me

If it is not too much trouble, it would be nice to see some pictures of the improvements, etc. Some of us don't get back home as often as we would like. And it was nice to see things like when Zimmerman's was beinig rebuilt.

I think they should tax according to stereo speaker usage, the more decibels being used at slow speed, the higher the tax. I bet you couldn't guess what has been going on in our neighborhood! 

LOL i built a neat little tool to use on those.  It inverts the signal their speakers put out and feeds it back at them and silences the speakers.   

I have another little device that sends a phased signal out at a high wattage and it frys their radio when it recieves it through the antenna.

Could you make a couple of those for me? I would gladly pay for them

I would like Frank to comment on this article : http://www.usgs.gov/newsroom/article.asp?ID=1911

It is getting harder to know what can be believed and what cannot.

A Montana rancher got into his pickup and drove to a neighboring ranch and knocked at the door. A young boy, about 9, opened the door.
     "Is yer Dad home?" the rancher asked.
     "No sir, he ain't," the boy replied. "He went into town."
     "Well," said the rancher, "Is yer Mother here?"
     "No, sir, she ain't here neither. She went into town with Dad."
     "How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"
     "No sir, He went with Mom and Dad."
     The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself.
     "Is there anything I can do fer ya?" the boy asked politely. "I know where all the tools are, if you want to borry one. Or maybe I could take a message fer Dad."
     "Well," said the rancher uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to yer Dad. It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Pearly Mae, pregnant."
     The boy considered for a moment. "You would have to talk to Pa about that," he finally conceded. "If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $500 for the bull and $50 for the hog, but I really don't know how much he gets fer Howard."

I have not tried this myself so I can't say if it works or not, but i have been told this will work:

Take a gas chainsaw and leave it running just sitting on the ground where the moles have been digging. Supposedly the vibrations from the motor act like a mini-earthquake and drive the moles away.

I remember that they lived in a house in the valley below Cave Springs. Donna was in the same class that I was at Howard. They used to ride the same bus to school. Mr. (Willard?) Simpson was our bus driver. I dont remember the exact years this took place but i think it was around 1964-1965.

I was looking at this site originally because of a story about an artist who was drawing "cartoons" about Military life in Iraq. When I got done looking at his drawings, I started looking at the rest of the site and found some interesting stories and discussions. Maybe some of you would like to check it out:

http://www.taskforcemountain.com/

I hope this works:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=egCeIwjIuZM&feature=channel_page