Discussion in 'The Smoking Lounge' started by jpberg, May 1, 2013.
Glad that you and your are all ok.
We got hit by a particularly nasty storm while living in Euless. Lighting hit the building, etc. What really scared me about there vs. Indiana: No basements.
Went north and south of us... moving FAST... south being Waxahatchie, Cleburn, Duncanville, Cedar Hill. I'm on the north side of Ft Worth (near Cabelas) and a strong cell went thru Keller and Roanoke.
Anyway... I appreciate y'all keeping us in your thoughts! I hope everybody down south keeps safe. and Stravinski is right, May storms are wicked in TX/OK/KS. Evil.
Now, where's that pipe and Dr Pepper???
My parents used to live in Bedford... part of HEB (Hurst, Euless, Bedford)
Long time ago... seems now.
One more bowl and then goodnight.
I'm and old fashioned Catholic, so I lit a candle for you after your last post. Can't hurt, right?
I appreciate it sir. Seriously.
Ah, yes. HEB. Or the Mid-Cities, right? A long time ago for me, too.
1864 WO Larsen in a digotlvnv ganvnawa briar freehand
Dr Pepper on the side
Thanks to FnB, I'm smoking MacBaren Plum Cake in a 1975 medium bend sandblasted looking, smooth on the sides yellow Pioneer meer. Ice tea for a drink. Vin's three innings on radio are over, so Charlie Steiner and Rick Monday are doing the radio work the rest of the way, with the Dodgers leading the Nats 2-1 in the 4th inning. Red Sox win big, Yankees and Giants wish they stayed in bed - losing 12-2 and 11-3 respectively. The Braves lost again (they are not pitching well), and the Pirates beat the Brewers.
Mid-Cities is correct sir! I doubt you'd recognize those places now.
Captn Black in a 1936 Kaywoodie 7765 medium apple with a stinger. Actually pretty smooth.
As a Cubs fan, I can never hear Rick Monday's name without thinking of the American flag.
And I think the Cubs lost that game . . .
965 in the Pony Foot meer. Still sipping on that generic cola.
For my money, the greatest play in Baseball history.
1792 Flake in a straight Mm Dip with Forever stem.
Evening, folks. Astley's 44 in a magic Dunhill Shell Briar. Tastes like honey.
Wrote a piece for the paper and it didn't get published due to a layout nightmare. My poor friend, the editor, had a hell of a rough time of it this week, I do believe. Whatever, no big deal. 960 measly words, and I thought the thing was rather porous anyway. We'll get 'em next time.
On perhaps an overly personal note: May 15 is always the longest day of the year for me--the anniversary of Mom's death. Thanks(!) to you all for helping me to pass the night very pleasantly, and in such good company.
Edit: Somewhat relevant Mom story: When I told her I was applying to grad school. One of the first things she said to me: "Well, I bet you'll start smoking a pipe now."
My condolences, man. Remember the good times!
I am sorry for your loss, and wish you a pleasant day for what is left of today, and for the tomorrow's to come