I usually don't voice my opinion very much about politcal statements or others opinions, but in this case I'm making an exception. I'm a little surprised, but Fred is beginning to make sense! He has been saying things that I have thought about for a long time. My poor wife has listened to me rant and rave for years.
Way to Fred!
Even though he reminds me of Crankshaft in the comics.
Tiger Woods will always be remembered as the best golfer of all time and as an all around cool dude. The man's personal story is so compelling. He learned to play golf at the age of three while sitting in a high chair and watching his dad swing a club. He always seems so affable with that nice smile of his. I believe that he personally helped to move the country beyond race while Obama has done the opposite.
But now the guy has run into a bit of trouble over some stray poon tang! Cone on people! Who hasn't dreamed about some nookie on the side. Give the number one alpha male in the country a break.
My own research concludes that the term "gook", a derogatory term for Asians was coined during the Korean War. In the Korean language "gook" means nationality. Here are some examples:
Han gook saram = Han river Nationality person therefore a Korean person Chung gook saram = Chinese person Yong gook saram = English person Mi gook saram = beautiful country person therefore an American
So what you say, well this is important stuff. The next time you hear someone use the term "gook" you can say, "Hey be careful MFer, I'm a gook too!"
That's a fairway to look at it Bruce, and even though Tiger has been teeing up the ball and knocking it into the hole, it looks like he will have to put the sock on his driver for awhile.
Going to work was like going down the rabbit hole and seeing Alice, the cheshire cat and the Queen of Hearts running the other way and screaming, "That place is too crazy for us!"
I told the story in a previous post about a boss who couldn't read or write. Another one of my so-called supervisors was just stupid. He walked up to me one day with that dumb grin on his face. I popped off, "You're a stupid MFer!" He just stood there with his mouth open. I said, "You're a stupid MFer!" over and over and he was just shaking his head up and down and saying "Yah, yah, yah." The more he agreed with me the louder I insulted the stupid MFer. That was some funny shit.
Ellen and Bruce, after we take Randy;s car we'll drive it over to our old Alma Mater and lay a thick strip of rubber in the parking lot. Then, while school is still in session we can turf the front lawn and hang a sign out the window that reads, "63 rules." If we get caught by the cops we can give them fake names. I'll be Larry Gilbert and Bruce can be Al Greenleaf. When we take the car back and put it in the garagwe sideways and toilet paper the house.
Speaking of impersonating others, Fred - I was at Gillespie's house the other night, and he told the story about you and Jeff Clark, who was at our 40th reunion. It seems that you apologized to Jeff, because whenever you got stopped by the cops in high school for anything you told them your name was "Jeff Clark". Don't be picking on poor Al Greenleaf and me - Jeff still has broad shoulders (at least I think he does - we can't find him for this Website.) But I do like the sounds of your caper!
Yes Gilbs, I admit that during my entire adolecense I was AKA Jeff Clark. I confessed to Jeff at the 40th and apologized for ruining his life. Now I have moved on to my new alias, Larry Gilbert.
You guys should have hung around Cliff Black, his dad was chief of police. What ever you guys want with the car but I think I would wait for summer. I hope its back together then. You can't see the floor, its covered with tools.
Trying to decide who I should claim to be. Yes, let's take Randy's suggestion and wait till summer. He'll miss it more then.....The school will be closed so we might get away with it. Great idea, Fred!
The River cops already know me! I remember with I used to drive my mom's F85 to school sometimes. I liked to drive up Wager hill, and slip into neutral. Once I got coasting backward at a pretty good clip, I'd drop into low and floor it. Does anyone remember U-shaped stripe burns on Wager hill?
Several weeks later I drove it to a store, but when I came out, it wouldn't back up (no reverse). As I explained to mom, I had no idea what was wrong with it! She took it to the dealer, wanting a "free repair of this piece of sh**!"
they seemed to opine that it might have been abused somehow...
What a coincidence Al, my dad had an F-85 too that I used to practice speed shifting without a clutdh. That transmission blew up pretty quick and I claimed to know nothing about it or the huge dent in the fender.
Because of that I never complained about my wife or kids wrecking cars. They all had some funny accidents. Luckily no one got hurt.
Sun Ye wrecked so many cars that I taught her to do bondo work. One rear door on her 1979 Ford Fairmont must have been about 90% bondo.
Tom Wentz (RIP), Al Greenleaf, myself and others were a merry band of 12 year old boys in Rocky River's first secret Robin Hood Club. We made spears out of saplings, constructed crude bow and arrows, and planned forts and tree houses. We walked through the woods silently and dug holes in the ground and covered them with sticks and leaves as traps for the Sheriff of Nottingham and his men. We all took on names from the original band. Tom was Robin Hood and I was William Greene.
However, the main goal of the band was to find Maid Merrian. We had an idea to ask a certain, now un-named female classmate to join our band but we lacked the courage. Facing the real Sheriff of Nottingham's men would have been easier. It did't really matter though because most of the Robin Hood Club was in our sweet testosterone controlled kodachrome colored imaginations. Ahhhh the Robin Hood Club, yes!!!
