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Kenny Loggins in Concert for our Wounded
Kenny Loggins, Joe Mantegna and American Idol's Lacey Brown will join several of our local wounded for a benefit concert at Wente Vineyards.
Local veterans and military family support groups have come together to put on the 'Tri-Valley's Benefit Concert for Our Wounded, October 10th featuring Kenny Loggins as headline artist, actor Joe Mantegna as host for the evening, with a guest appearance by Lacey Brown, American Idol finalist.
This event gives members of our community the chance to show their support for our own local wounded, while enjoying world-class entertainment in a world-class venue.
The concert format will be similar to Wente Vineyards Summer Concert Series with three levels of seating, two of which are dinner seating options.
All net proceeds from ticket sales will go directly to provide financial assistance to local seriously wounded troops from our own Tri-valley community.
This event is put on through the collaboration of VFW Post 6298, American Legion Post 237, Valley Veterans Foundation and Pleasanton Military Families.
The event's non-profit sponsor is the Stand Up & Play Foundation, a national organization providing mobility devices to wounded troops as well as the disabled public.
In addition, several of our local wounded will be attending the event affording those attending the opportunity to personally express their thanks.
The goal of Tri-Valley's Benefit Concert for Our Wounded is to raise community awareness about the needs of own wounded troops and veterans, and to provide financial assistance to those with serious needs related to their service related injuries.
To learn more about the event visit concertforwounded.com
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Like the colander, in use since ancient times, it is an example of a kitchen technology that has stuck.
Use the back of the spoon to press the eggplant flesh against the side of the colander to remove excess water.
Today I use a colander, like everybody else, or occasionally buy pre-washed collard greens.
mid-14c., coloundour, probably altered from Medieval Latin colatorium "strainer" (with parasitic -n-) from Latin colatus, past participle of colare "to strain," from colum "sieve, strainer, wicker fishing net," of uncertain origin. Cognate with French couloir, Spanish colador, Italian colatojo.

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Official AOC guild thread
Some here want to get a guild of nvnewsers going. Well lets do it.
If I have a choice when the servers open, I will be on a west coast server.
Some of my old guild names were
Go Monkey Go
Better Off Dead
Pee wees Playhouse
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I'd want to do an east coast server if possible, I usually get crappy pings on the west coast. :(
Maybe a central or mountain would work best, but if you guys are mostly west-coasters don't worry about it, I can tough it out.
My vote for guild name is Midnight Meat Train.
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For a guild name, I have always been partial to High Fiving White Guys
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I'll join if I actually get the game... Don't know if I could take an MMO right now. Just so much on my table at this time.
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Everyone enjoys a great fireworks display, especially during the festive 4th of July holiday weekend. But, consumers need to be careful and approach the holiday safely.
Everyone enjoys a great fireworks display, especially during the festive 4th of July holiday weekend. But, consumers need to be careful and approach the holiday safely.
A fireworks factory in Colombia exploded, and luckily someone was there to record it!
At a 4th of July celebration in Nashville over the weekend, a man flew his drone through the fireworks.
Check out the video below. Forward to 4:50ish for some pretty cool shots
On a side note, the FAA is investigating the drone owner to see if the man violated any air space
We had to sit on the ground and crane our necks skyward to see the explosions this weekend...but this guy took his drone to the skies for a unique perspective.
The threat of thunderstorms and residual lingering dampness prompt Beachwood officials to move the borough's Independence Day fireworks spectacular back one day, to Saturday night at Beachwood Beach.
Investigators are still trying to figure out what went wrong at a 4th of July fireworks display that injured 35 people in Simi Valley California.
One of the potential causes of the malfunction was a collapse of one of the launching platforms. Approximately 10,000 were on hand to watch the fireworks
Independence Day on a Thursday only gives Seaside Heights tourism boosters a clever way to extend the weekend. There's an event-filled calendar that starts now.
This is footage from a New Year's fireworks display, with everything going backwards. Trippy and beautiful in a very unique way.
Ever want to see what happens when 15 minutes worth of fireworks go off in 30 seconds?
Want to take the best pictures of tonight's fireworks displays? Check out some of these helpful tips from Digital-Photography-School.com and have the best gallery on Facebook!


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The lab-grown cortex wasn't perfect, however: it had only four of the cerebral cortex's six cell layers, for example. Sasai thought that a retina — a layered tissue that sprouts from the embryonic brain and contains light-sensing photoreceptors — might be easier to grow. The retina is thinner than the cortex, forms earlier in embryo development and doesn't require a complex vascular system.
To adapt his system to a different type of tissue, Sasai makes minute changes to the culture conditions that nudge the cells down a developmental path. He genetically engineers fluorescent 'reporter' genes into the stem cells so that they are expressed when the cells differentiate into the desired type — in this case, retinal precursor cells — and reveal whether the system is working. "Our success depends on knowing how slight modifications can lead to dramatic change," he says.
All it took to grow a retina, it turned out, were a few tweaks, such as a reduction in the concentration of growth factors and the addition of a standard cell-culture ingredient called Matrigel. The result closely mimics eye development in the embryo (see 'How to grow an eye'). By the sixth day in culture, the brain balls start sprouting balloon-like growths of retinal cells, which then collapse in on themselves to make the double-walled optic cups. Sasai's team snip them off — "like taking an apple from a tree", says Sasai — transfer them to a different culture and let them be. Two weeks later, the cups have formed all six layers of the retina, an architecture that resembles the eye of an 8-day-old mouse (which, at that age, is still blind). That the cells could drive themselves through this dramatic biomechanical process without surrounding tissues to support them1 stunned Sasai as much as anyone else. "When I saw it, I thought, 'Oh my god.' Shape, topology and size are all recapitulated," he says. Carefully explaining the pun to come, he adds: "In English, when you are surprised, you say 'eye-popping' — so we really thought this was eye-popping."
Reproducing the results with human cells was the obvious, but not simple, next step. Peter Coffey, an ophthalmologist and neuroscientist at University College London, tried following Sasai's recipe to grow optic cups with human cells, and, as Coffey puts it, "failed catastrophically". Sasai, who reported10 this year that he had accomplished the feat, says that it took careful tweaks to accommodate the sensitivities of human embryonic stem cells. Because these cells grow three times slower than those from mice, for example, Sasai had to start with of 9,000 cells instead of 3,000. Coffey says that his experience made him realize how much expertise has been built up in Sasai's lab. "They've been doing it a long time. Good on 'em," he says, with an air of good-natured jealousy.
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All this will not create eyes that can be plugged into an eye socket like a light bulb into a lamp. Even if Sasai could get his optic cups to develop into mature retinas, researchers have little idea about how to wire a transplanted retina up to the brain.
What the work does offer is a potentially abundant source of pure, dense, well-organized photoreceptors, the developmental stage of which can be precisely selected — something that has been difficult to achieve in standard two-dimensional culture. Eventually, Sasai hopes, his optic cups will provide sheets of photoreceptors that can be inserted into a retina damaged by conditions such as retinitis pigmentosa or macular degeneration. Sasai demonstrates the procedure by grabbing a stack of papers to stand in for the retinal layers and then slipping one sheet between the others.
But linking the transplanted photoreceptors with the rest of the retina and with the brain will not be easy, as researchers working on eye stem-cell technologies have found. Robert Lanza, chief scientific officer of the stem-cell therapy company Advanced Cell Technology in Santa Monica, California, is sceptical. "I don't think we're anywhere near when we get those cells to connect up in any meaningful way," he says.


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Drinking water salinity and infant mortality in coastal Bangladesh
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Why liquidity matters to the export decision of the firm
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Re-re-reply to the impact of microcredit on the poor in Bangladesh : revisiting the evidence
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We are delighted to present the work of a closely knit group of makers bound together by the intensity and challenge of the Craftes Council professional development scheme, Hothouse, which offers selected makers a tailor-made, six month programme of business and creative support. For over a year, The Gathering provided a focal point for artists including Brittany Delany, Katherina Klug, Katharine Eisenkoeck, Louisa Finch, Julia Jowett, Hilary Mayo, Sarah Brown, Sue Brown and Theo Wright. With backgrounds in a wide range of art and craft practices, all have generated new and exciting work for the exhibition.
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Date for your diary: An Audience with Jackie Morris, Artist, Author, Illustrator Friday 17 July 5.30pm in the Gallery
Top L:R Susan Horth, Sue Scullard, Gin Durham. Above: Jackie Morris.
The Names of the Hare Exhibition is part of the Cirencester Hare Festival 2015
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Work has begun! The builders have arrived to begin the development of our funky, stylish contemporary accommodation. The Barrel Store is designed to provide exciting new residential opportunities for visitors and artists - a brand new offer for New Brewery Arts, for Cirencester and for the Cotswolds! We will keep you posted!
In the meantime it is business as usual here at New Brewery Arts with lots of lovely things happening around the building - Adult Workshops, Childrens workshops, Artist Makers for you to visit and of course our wonderful exhibition The Gathering. Not to mention the wonderful mythologically inspired work of Ed Org on sale now in the pop up gallery.
Make a donation to The Barrel Store fund and help us extend our craft education programme with these exciting new residential opportunities.
You can make a donation online on The Barrel Store page - or buy a gorgeous tote bag, designed by artist Stephanie Cole, for only £5.95 in our craft shop.
Your support will directly contribute to our sustainability, ensuring long term artistic opportunities for Cirencester and the Cotswolds.
Would you like gain valuable experience of working at New Brewery Arts in Cirencester?
Would you like to work towards a Level 2 Business Administration qualification?
If this is you, we are offering an exciting and rare opportunity for a business administration apprentice to help with the planning and organisation of our busy programme of art courses and workshops, support our outreach education programme and help set up gallery exhibitions. You will develop skills in both participation and exhibitions and assist in the efficient and effective administration of New Brewery Arts.
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COLUMBIA CITY — Want to learn a foreign language? Looking for free music to download? Need to locate legal forms? All of these services are available from one website – The Peabody Public Library www.http://ppl.lib.in.us.
The library offers numerous resources online that are free to cardholders. Some of the online options are unique and innovative, according to Mary Hartman, the library's director.
COLUMBIA CITY— A former deli employee who stole a customer's credit card in South Whitley received a four-year sentence Monday.
Eloy R. Faculjak, 30, of South Whitley, was sentenced to the Indiana Department of Corrections (DOC), and will serve his entire sentence for forgery, a Class C felony, behind bars, with no time suspended.
Faculjak pleaded guilty Oct. 20. It was just his second court appearance.
COLUMBIA CITY — The Humane Society of Whitley County, Inc. will host Pet Pictures with Santa Saturday from 4 to 6 p.m. at the shelter.
Joy from Joy's Dog Grooming will be adding final touches to the animals before the Human Society's Amanda Dillon photographs each pet with Santa.
There will also be sweet treats from The Cake Lady.
The Humane Society is asking for a $15 donation for each picture. All proceeds will go directly to the care of Whitley County's lost and homeless animals.
COLUMBIA CITY — Whitley County Consolidated Schools is working to add three new math classes to its curriculum, as well as the possibility of other courses to help prepare students for life after high school.
The three new math classes are expected to help students on a variety of academic levels.
One of the courses is expected to help seniors receive their diplomas. In order to graduate, the state requires that all seniors pass one algebra class.
COLUMBIA CITY — College GO! Week, held this past October for the state of Indiana, is all about one big goal — helping Hoosiers plan for college and career success and the practical steps that can be taken to get there, whether they're in elementary school or college.
Whitley County Success Coalition took this challenge of assisting students in planning and preparing for their future. The Whitley County College Success Coalition is comprised of business owners, employees, community members, educators, students and parents.
COLUMBIA CITY — Firefighters worked to quickly control a fire at Indian Springs Middle School Monday morning.
At approximately 10:45 a.m., firemen from Columbia City and Columbia Township Fire Departments responded to a fire alarm at the middle school, located on Ind. 9, south of Columbia City.
Students were evacuated from the building, and sent to Little Turtle Elementary School to wait for officials to control the fire, which was believed to be started by a candle in a sixth-grade class.
SOUTH WHITLEY — Plans are being made for South Whitley's first Home for the Holidays event, which is slated for Dec. 8 from 3-6 p.m.
"This promises to be a fun-filled afternoon sponsored by Whitley on the Move," said event organizers. "There will be several family-friendly activities in the offering by a variety of South Whitley organizations and businesses."
A Christmas tree stands waiting in the bandstand gazebo outside of Town Hall for decorations which will be made in the Town Hall during the event.
Editor's note: The following is the second of a three-part series on the various programs and services featured at the Peabody Public Library.
COLUMBIA CITY — When card holders visit the Peabody Public Library, Columbia City, books are not the only things on display.
What was once seen as an educational resource bound by cover and conveyed in writing, the library's services span several mediums.
COLUMBIA CITY — Rotary Clubs are known for their civic investment in communities throughout the year. However, Rotarians in Columbia City are giving back in a way that requires time, sacrifice and service.
A community Thanksgiving dinner will be served by the organization on Thanksgiving day from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. at the 4-H Center in Columbia City.
The meal is offered at no charge, but freewill donations are accepted. Proceeds from the dinner will go to food banks in Whitley County.
WHITLEY COUNTY — The same storm system that swept through Illinois, killing six and destroying hundreds of homes, passed through Whitley County Sunday afternoon with minor damage in comparison.
The National Weather Service predicted a 30 percent chance of tornados in Whitley County, along with much of Northeast Indiana.
Storm cells with rotation entered Whitley County, prompting tornado warnings in the northern and southern parts of the county, but fortunately for local residents, storm damage was minimal Sunday.


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The Mighty USA
So heading into the USA we planned some maintenance and valve adjustment in Portland, Maine. We stayed with two different couple who were both fantastic.
We were able to get some work done on Deya's bike and I changed my chain and sproket. I had about 35k on them by now and you could almost pull them off the back sprocket.
Our hosts let me use their garage for my repairs and took us out for dinner at a fantastic shusi spot. This is where we also learned that Portland had over 60 Micro Breweriesin fact you would be hard pressed to find a 'bulk' beer at any restaraunt worth attending.
I was going to rant about the ability of good micro brewed beer having a positive effect on the culture of a place but I'll save it for my own biased fantacies.
Now I mentioned previously that a lot of weird coincidences have happened to us as we started out on this journey. Everyone we've met have had been important to us but some people seem as though it's more than just chance. Theres a little story about meeting these folks, technically we shouldnt have but as it turns out we did. I wont bore you but Doug (Elizabeth-right) there will show up on a course at the BMW performance training center later on for a road course with John (Special agent of the FBI) who we met later on the Blue Ridge Parkway and helped us out with a little kidnapping incident in Mexico recently. The weird thing is, not knowing each other, they both took the same course offered at the same time in the same place in South Carolina and ended up talking about us. Maybe I'm nuts but that kind shit'z been happening to us since we left, talk about a small world.
En route south we had the misfortuneof stopping at a gas station where I got in a mildly heated conversation with a dude that all intelligent Americans hate. I know all you travelling types hate this guy because it's him who makes the USA look bad. He was of course beign robbed by the evil government and had it all figured out but when he said matter of factly,"If it wasnt for the Might of the USA, Canada and all the other European countries wouldnt exist."
Deya said she started looking for the exit sign when my face went red and I smile politely. She said I started to ramble out the years previously when 10's of thousands of lives were lost, how the Mighty USA used the sales of war to come out of it's great depression while Canada alone sent over 10% of it's population and how it's tardy start hardly deserves nation saving status. (as a former soldier, not to undermine the actual effort made!) Jerk, I said something about the statue of liberty as well, as you all know was formal recognition, from a 'superpower' (France), without which the other 'superpowers' may not have taking it so seriously and there would have been more trouble, which was forgetten during the 'freedom fry' crisis....(sorry another rant, loose on the facts too but hey...).
Anyways, we started south south west and had numberous encounter with amazing roads, great rest stops and wicked people. By the time we got to the south, Georgia, Alabama, etc. we were so impressed with the country. The USA is a great place to travel through and camp in, the south is way cheaper and easier to hang around than Mexico, in my opinion. The roads and parkways are first rate and folks are very friendly, (Not like Maritimes but that place is special). I have to say everyone we met was interesting and kind. Every place we stayed was good. Anyone who is thinking about touring the USA, should.
We stopped for snack in Massachusetts, when we got back to our bikes there was a crowd standing around them, we walked up behind and asked a lady who was excitedly waiting with the group what she was doing and she responded, "We're waiting for Charlie and Ewan, they're hear somewhere!" You should have seen the look of dissapointment when I anounced that Charlie and Ewan would not be showing up.
On the Blue Ridge we found John G. having a coffee. Trudy (84 year old adventurer) and her dog Rascal, in the middle of the night somewhere in the bushes in a national park being lost. At the end of it we met with Jud (ADV Jud), hung out with Dave Despain; funny note, everybody kept coming up to us asking for a picture, I kept saying sure....they kept grapping Dave around the shoulder..odd I thought...later I asked Dave what he does for a living and he said something about motorbikes and media. Funny....We ate great food with great people like Robert and
bumped into the Motus, Barber, Brown crew of important people doing important things (in my opinion).
We ended up going through Texas, and again good people the whole way, hit a texas BMW ralley and got a couple of awards for being super kool...lol..went to Beemerchef's photo gallery in Bisbee (Awesome Ara & Spirit) we shared the rug with this gem and Shawn that evening before getting escorted by some other riders to Tucson to stay with Tucson Tony who ended up accompanying us into the Copper Cannon.
This was a great time with great people of whom I have a great respect. Many not mentioned here.
Next I'll blast through Tuscon, our trip into evil Mexico (http://andthenweweregone.blogspot.co...y-bandits.html Attacked by Bandits) the shit I stirred up because of the 'media terror' we encoutered and our final arrival to our current location in Mexico. From there I'll slow it down and go live with my blog and ADV. Hope folks will tag along on the interesting bits.
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Arizona to Mazatlan through the Copper Canyon
Well we spent some time in
Tony has a pretty good routine and is a really good cook. We got a few things for the bikes at Iron Horse before heading into
As we planned our route, Tuscon Tony and Recon Richard decided to join us. Lead by Richard, a veteran
At one point we had stopped for some lunch at a grocery in
Deya was terrified, Tucson Tony was worried and I think Recon Richard just laughed. I on the other hand was furious, if I could have got my hands on an assault rifle I would have gone hunting, no kidding. I was pissed at being trapped by this terrorizing bullshit, we couldn't go back the way we came or (DEATH), we could leave along our route or (DEATH). Piss me off.
I ended up blogging what happened from the perspective of what I was feeling and what was supposed to happen to us and it stirred up some angst amongst folks reading it. The fact was the threat of assault is no different than an assault itself. Read it for yourself and let me know if you think I was wrong for blogging my frustration at this overwhelming BS. I know that the Striking Viking has thought cautiously when considering his girl on trips through potentially risky areas. As a former soldier and martial artist I know that if I was alone without the language skills to capture me that I would blissfully bang along with my spidy senses alert ready for whatever fate might feed me. This is however not my case now and I would simply kill for my wife put in that situation. http://andthenweweregone.blogspot.com/2010/11/attacked-by-bandits.html
We ended up having a great ride all the way to Creel though the day after we left Creel I believe 7 people were shot in a gun fight. Ha. The
We ended up taking the number 16 into
Tony, by the way lives in
Deya and I decided to get to Mazatlan in one go because the north is expensive and full of BS, the police were saying there were a lot of hijackings and people were getting shot on our intended route so we did the Hermosillo to Mazatlan (1000km) in one day. It was a good ride but this is where we found out about the BRUTAL toll roads. I wont go into it here but they are crap and really expensive. A total rip off since you can exit one (Federal) only to enter another one a short while down the road (State) and pay again. Bikes pay the same as cars so it's a scam.
Deya got pissed and told one booth to shove it and blew the booth, I didn't understand what the conversation was about but figured it didn't go right. A short while down the road we stopped and I asked, "wholly shit!" I said, we're going to jail. The next booth had radios, cops with guns cautiously approached us. One cop walked out in front of me with a serious look, I was sweating bullets, he took a good look then stepped over to the chick at the booth, smiled and passed her some lunch. Shit…I though…it's like they knew and were screwing with me. We carried on, no problemo.
We arrived in
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We have had such a good time in
We spent time walking
Our talk with the Canadian Consular and the police were about the same, 20 people every day murdered in the state. Theyre not looking for you but if theyre busy doing business and you happen by, well, no witnesses are good witnesses. Top cop said, its not going to change, theyre not going to just pack up and leave and itll likely get worse before it gets better. We decided to scratch this state off the list.
We headed south again after saying goodbye to some fine folks that we had befriended while bumming around town and proceeded to get totally ripped off again by the toll roads. Again its time or money, we wanted to get past all the areas of BS the police dude marked on our map and that meant toll roads. But the toll roads suck and we passed several burnt out and blown up vehicles on the sides of the toll road. You can see where a ramp is thrown over the culverts and the bandits block the roads. Hard core, but we approach
I got bumped by a nutty driver in Guadalajara but chose to err on the side of caution instead of having a road rage, the traffic was nuts but once we cleared the city, 2 hours at 7 am, it was smooth sailing. We were now on the Road of Independence and we would travel through some of the best places in
There was a lot more to this road but Im cutting it short because Im getting ready to leave for
Check out the blog if you want more details but after today Ill be on the road so my blogs should match my posts here with a reasonable delay. www.andthenweeregone.blogspot.com our
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Mazatlan to Cordoba
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In Guatemala, The border at Huehuetananco was breeze. I will update soon. Internet too slooowwww...
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Okay so we finally made it out of Cordoba and headed south towards the infamous highway 200.
Instead of taking that one though we took the 190 to San Cristobal del las Casa and a good deal we did, it was fantastic.
The best bit of road I've ridden in Mexico. I havent been everywhere so take that for what it's worth.
I was soaking wet but still enjoying the route.
The comfort of the 'Yard' was now gone and the three days or so left heading towards Guatemala would soon turn into six.
The 'Yard'
It rained every day in San Cristobal but it's still a nice city.
The tourist trap nearbye was not my scene and I'm not sure why the native hung a lude cowboy from the church.
(I was going to post the pic here but the cowboy has a dildo hanging from his pants) not sure why but I was slightly offended by not understanding the cultural perspective. Pic is at the blog, www.andthenweweregone.blogspot.com
We ended up going Chiapa de Corzo and stayed with a BMW guy named Eduardo who ownes 'Lanchas Rojas' a canyon boat tour company. He's worth saying hi to if your in the neighbourhood.
We took the 190 all the way to the border at La Mesilla, Gua. the road from there was also fantastic, so far I'm loving Guatemala. Lot's of speed bumps to slow down the retards, but not the GS retards ;-), and more twists than I have fingers and toes.
We are now at Lake Atitlan on the north side, Vision Azul is where we are camping and it's only 50Q, includes pool, bath, shower water and electicity. Pretty awesome, totally roughing it...lol... about 5 minute walk to town.
We'll stay a couple more days then head south towards Hawaii.
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Mate keep those spidey senses sharp and rely on them!
Looking forward to more posts, Mexico and South is somewhere I have wanted to go for a long time.
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Hey cheers for the report. I'm a bit confused, were you attacked by bandits or did you blog about what it would be like to be attacked because of all the bad media about Mexico getting around?
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I think if we were just blasting through for two weeks and not stopping to find out whats happening with the locals we probably would have an easier time.
Thanks for checking.
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Just got into Costa Rica,we'll stay for a bit so I'll update the journey from Guatemala to here. Just a note though, everything everyone says about the border crossing from El Salvador to Nicaragua at La Amatillo is true. Completely F&*K'd. This is not the place to linger, not the place to be at night and avoiding the crossing altogether might not be a bad gig, least to say is that if your getting chased by thugs as you get near the border make a run for it...
I'll update soon.
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We are staying in a tree house of all things. Just had a 5.9 earthquake yesturday morning and the pad was swinging like mad. Slow connection right now so I'll update tomorrow with some pics.
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Borders, the first and last impression
Instead of heading straight to
After staying with our host, Eduardo, for a couple of days and getting our process together for the entry into Central America we back tracked East along the 190 again, 3rd time, and headed for Comitan. We figured we would get near the border then spend the day investigating the crossing before going in. Instead we got there very early and decided to head straight for it. It was hot by the time we hit the exit on the Mexican side of things and we were well cooked.
The Mexican Migracion and Aduana (Customs) were a piece of cake, Deya walked in and told them we were leaving, they stamped us out, we moved the bikes next door to the Aduana and after ten minutes the guy came out, peeled the stickers from the bikes and we were ready to go.
We rode across a bridge and over a hill entering into
Then we moved next door to the Aduana, very professional, they had all the prices posted on the wall with a notice of when the prices had been adjusted, they inspected the bikes, no sprays or BS. We didnt have enough Quetzales to pay so Deya wandered into town to find a bank, it was a long and super hot hike, she returned haggard but had the cash. I stayed with the bikes since me only speekee the Iglish. Deya wears her gear, pro rally II (BMW), which you may know weighs in at about a thousand pounds wet, so you can imagine the walk up the hill she had. Took another 40 minutes for the walk and 15 for the Aduana, they issued a receipt and the total was 160 Quetzales each. We put the stickers on the bikes and left. I talked to Deya afterwards about the charges, reminded her that there is no charge for entering ourselves into
We made it to
Despite this we had a great time and left having a really good breakfast at the same joint. We were going to head South to Monterrico on the
Instead of the longer paved route we ended up climbing a mountain in 35 degrees heat. What should have taken 30 minutes turned into almost 2 hours with no water. Coupled with three sleepless nights, Deya had suffered a serious injury which resulted in her total lack of mental and physical stamina. I had to leap frog two heavy bikes up some difficult roads for almost two hours in the heat. Riding up and walking back, trying to encourage Deya to pick herself up and move on without unleashing the evil eye. Most parts of the road, if you stopped, youd start sliding backwards, there were washouts and ruts, large stones and sand. If the bikes were unloaded and we were at full strength I would probably be saying it was epic awesome but under the circumstances it was epic brutal.
We got to the Frontera (Border) on the Guatemalan side at Pedro de Alvarado, La Hachadura on the Salvadorian side and immediately had a crowd of helpers around us. This pisses me off a bit, while I respect that they are trying to help people with the confusion of the border for a living, they often create the very confusion they suggest that they can help with. I told Deya not to talk to these guys and go straight to the office, she continued to ask questions. I left pissed off, they were pointing her towards a guy with a clip board sitting on the sidewalk, bullshit. Once I road away, she got it and simply road over to Migracion office. Once there the situation changed and Deya was able to get our documents done fairly easily. We also got the contact to make a formal complaint against the fellows who charged us 20 Quetzales on the way in and an apology from the supervisor there. Well let you know how that goes.
As soon as we left the border we were confronted by a police check point, they wanted to see our documents for the vehicles we just entered. Once that was done we could go, however, the road heading out is a toll and a young lady wanted 5 bucks each. As luck would have it, we had no money, and had just used up our spare fuel too. We had been unable to find a bank, ATM, or anyone else who accepted credit cards. The girl phoned her boss and got us cleared to leave without paying. Im not entirely sure it was official but my guess is that, it would be if they could issue a receipt.
The first thing I noticed about
We stayed the first night in a quiet safe place just entering town. It was 30 bucks which just kills me when I consider our budget but we couldnt find camping or anything better and I was suffering from heat exhaustion again, nearly puking at this point. It had been a long day so Deya was calling the shots. That night we had Pupusas and beer, a local dish and went to sleep. I slept like the dead, the next day we found a place in town right in front of the beach with the surfers doing their thing and waves crashing in, way better (Hotel Renacer $15 USD). The beach here is rocky but the surf is very good, lots of surfer dudes around and clowns. Well stay a couple of days before getting to the Honduran border.
The Hondurans day should be epic, well punch out of
Later Ill get a summary of the border crossing details for each country we have been in.
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Frontera Honduras El Amatillo to Costa Rica
Bullshit! Absolute bullshit, I know people complain about this border and Im sure a few have had an easy cross but ours was brutal. But Ill go back to our trip through
The road is long and straight, its hot and dry and other than the GPS telling us we are close you get a sense that you are out of sight and out of mind. That is when I suddenly found a blue Nissan truck beside me in the oncoming lane. The truck had 4 or 5 young men in it, wearing wife beater shirts and ball caps. They were yelling at me and pointing to pull over and using their truck to try to herd me off the road. I held my ground and waved them passed mouthing, Get the fuck off the road!. Meanwhile I was thinking, is this an attempted robbery or hijacking? An oncoming car was forced into the ditch because of these maniacs trying to overtake me. I decided to hit my breaks, they would either overshoot and come to a stop or slow down in parallel. They slowed down with me and started pulling in front to cut me off, just then Deya dropped two gears and hammered it passed us, just as we had rehearsed for this scenario.
Deya and I had discussed what to do in the scenarios of being overtaken or forced off the road, as well as coming to a barricaded road. In this case I would attempt to slow the vehicle as bait, when the vehicle is slowed or stopped enough Deya would initiate the escape and I would follow. Not many vehicles, especially down here, have the stuff to take off as fast as us so this would give us a chance to escape. It worked as we had practiced.
I quickly caught up to Deya a couple of kilometres down the road and as the road rounded some corners, a line up of transport trucks appeared. This was the first border point. We came in pretty fast and right by the first police officer. Two more came out with pistols and shotguns and ground us to a halt. Deya told them we were being chased by some thugs in a truck. I pulled up on Deyas right and started getting off the bike when the thugs in the truck surrounded us like a pack of wolves, they were poking at us, grabbing at the bikes and shouting, completely dwarfing the police that were present.
My first instinct was to fight, not understanding the language, but my mind was grappling with why the police didnt seem concerned that they did not have control of the situation and these thugs could just burst in and take over the area. I barked at the police, the aggressive and angry tone was clear, What the fuck is going on here? Deya told the police officers that they needed to leave us alone and get these thugs away from us because her husband is about to lose it. He clears the thugs out and sends them away. We take a breather on the side of the road while the cop returns to stopping trucks and letting them through, I could not see the value in his presence. There was a Customs (Aduana) official there with a clipboard doing something. It turned out the thugs are called helpers, of which I am sure they are there to help you empty your purse.
When we were ready Deya went over to the Aduana officer to ask questions. It turns out we needed to get a stamp here and a photocopy of something. Ridiculous but necessary process I guess, the Aduana officer took Deya to the side away from the police officer and told her not to talk to those thugs and only deal with Customs and Immigration folks with uniforms and in the offices. Note taken, we moved on.
The next stop was at a bridge entering
At this point an actual Customs agent came over to walk us to the unmarked office of the Aduana official who would process the paperwork. For the first time, despite the level of intensity we had seen that day, I thought this situation might just spiral out of control, Deya admitted she felt the same. Once we got over to the office Deya made quick work of getting our passports processed at Migracion but the Aduana officer was in
While we waited in the heat and the ogles of sorted folks wanting to know the cost of the bikes, I saw many helpers taking blonde haired blue eyed tourists around corners and off in different directions not even close to the Migracion and Aduana offices. By about 2 pm the officer had returned to a line up of people needing signatures. By the time we got our turn and asked the right questions it was now 4:20 pm. Unfortunately, we didnt have enough money to pay Customs, so the Aduana got Deya clear to go back into
The Aduana officer was very nice and helpful, she got one of her staff to take Deya back again in his vehicle to help her get the money and watch her back. Deya got good intel from this official and they were plain about what was going on. Simply, they said make a run for the other border its not worth staying in
We were entrenched, everybody in the area was used to seeing us there, they had all studied us and the bikes. The fact was we were at the worst border in Central America, lingering as you should never do, pissed off helpers everywhere, sketchy dudes on every bench and around every corner and the riding day was nearing dark. It was past 5 pm and I wanted to get going while we still had light but Deya felt that we must follow the Aduana officials to the hotel when they finish work at 6 pm, I begrudgingly agreed. By 5:50 pm we saw a good looking young fellow on a 650 Honda walking his bike towards us from the bridge, both Deya and I thought the same thing, Good thing he found us, hes in trouble.
The Englishman, Danny, was tailed by four of the thugs that had chased us early and road blocked Deya. The brains of the operation was on his left, they followed him all the way up to us where Danny said something about getting through this mess. Deya immediately said we would help him through it and the helper whose English was near perfect said he was doing it and he is with him. Deya spat, "He doesnt need your help. I was sure fire was going to burst from her eyes and fry the dude on the spot. The helper started to argue and Danny told him clearly he wouldnt need him and that he would work it out with us. Deya took Danny off to get the process started. Since they closed in a meagre ten minutes there is no way Danny would have been able to get cleared of that border. The office unsigned and helpers working hard to extract cash from his pocket simply would have been left to figure out his long night at the worst border in
Fifteen minutes later Deya had Danny through the process and we were good to go, but in the meantime the helper was grilling me for information; spitting pure foam without control. I could see his elevated tension level and he was pissed at having been shuffled aside by our team. Where would we stay, how far would we go, whats our destination, when would we leave, would we leave with Danny or alone? He offered subtle threats guised as cautious advice and recommended where to go for our own safety, clearly convenient if we were to be followed. After each round of questions he would return to his other helpers and have a short conversation, the body language was clear and they shuffled around preparing things for a departure, looking at us but trying not to stare or be seen looking. Of course ever question I answered with enthusiasm which he passed on to his cronies, they sounded reasonable but were total bullshit. Clearly these guys were dangerous.
Just before we were to leave I went over to the helper and complimented him on his excellent English. I told him I had a group of riders coming through and hoped they could contact him in advance if he would be willing to get them through the process smoothly. When I said 6 riders all retirement aged he was really grateful and gave me his name and contact. I excused Deya for being hot tempered and blamed some other things so he could see there was no foul intent. He thanked me and I told him Id look him up next time we came through. He seemed very pleased with this. I returned to my bike hoping I had accomplished my goal of disarming him. As soon as I got back to the bike he went over to his cronies, in two separate groups and talked briefly with them. Each group left their vehicles and areas they were gathered and went back to the bar/restaurant nearby and started ordering beer and food. I still wonder if what I saw happening was really happening or if I was being too cautious, I hope I never know.
The next day we would hit the Honduran exit, its not as brutal as the entrance but has no lack of silliness in the process, we got through only to be staggered by the stupidity of the Nicaraguan border. In the end though we would buy the mandatory insurance and head out. As we hit our final check point and started on our way we came across a public bus stop, there we got flagged down by a fellow in a police uniform. He checked our documents and was answering to a fat chick that hovered around telling him what to do. She tried putting the pressure on by telling the police that the girl in the photo was darker than Deya and there was a problem. Deya gave a story about us taking this back to the Customs office to formalize it and so they said we could go but not before asking about my helmet camera. Deya gave them another story about satellite signals and the government watching and then they really didnt want us around.
That whole day was hot, damn hot, reaching up to 44.5 Celsius. The riding was good but by the time we got anywhere all three of us had serious heat exhaustion. Both Danny and I struggled; I think Deya probably had the most going on upstairs. We had a great dinner right on the beach with beer and plenty of water but by now we were all simple overheated. The sun was going down so no time for a swim, I retreated to the room and hit the bed. What I wanted was to have a shower, to cool down and try to scrub the fever like pain in my head out but the best I could do was curl up on the bed in a ball shivering madly. The last thing I remember is Danny saying in his English accent, Do you want your Mommy? In my head I laughed but I no longer had the stuff to do it out loud and no witty comment was possible, cursed my failure to respond but enjoyed being the subject of jest in this most fragile state. It was a cheap shot that I wasnt sure was real but enjoyed it anyway.
The next day we crossed into Costa Rica, of course exiting Nicaragua was a mess so many different stops, so many pieces of paper, hunting down police and Customs officials wandering around the yard to get signatures for inspections that would never happen, it was total crap. To enter
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There is something to photograph anywhere. My comments are related to security, based on a personal experience.
My ex, a photojournalist for Getty at the time, was kidnapped there by getting into the wrong taxi cab right in front of her hotel. She spaced out while making a business call, and forgot that the hotel had specifically told her to have the front desk call her a cab, not to get into any random one off the street. We re not talking about a ditz here; she is a very self-reliant, intelligent, and street-wise woman. She just had a brain fart due to distraction, and it cost her. Within an hour and a half, Getty had paid a ransom equal to my yearly gross salary to get her released. Don't go around looking like you have money, with fifteen expensive cameras around your neck, or looking lie you are not paying attention (i.e. talking on a cell phone). Wear plain clothes and don't carry much cash. Go out in groups if you can. Avoid shoulder bags and wallets (money clips held in a front pants pocket are great), and be mindful of your backpacks even when they are right on your back. And have your hotel call your cab for you.
It is also beautiful and intriguing, and the people are terrifically friendly in general, and just because it can be dangerous, does not mean you should think of everyone as a criminal. Don't let fear ruin it for you. Just use more "uncommon sense" than you might normally use.
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Ways the old timers make money
I was listening the other day to how back when it was more of a barter society before we are what we are now how some folks used to make money. It's a shame that we can't get back to where if you had a skill you could just do what you wanted, without the permits, licenses, fees, tests and degrees.
I recall one guy telling me how they if they saw a porcupine, alive or recently deceased, they would take a large towel and throw it on the porky and then pull it off and sell the quills for $1 to the taxidermist. I remember reading how a pair of teenagers who wanted to buy a Winchester rifle didn't have any money so they went out and made up some railroad ties because the general store also sold those to the local railroad.
I remember my grandparents neighbors when I was a kid selling all the extra eggs to all the folks who lived nearby because at that time they were all the same age and had all lived in that area their whole lives. As they all passed on newer folks moved in and prefer the more expensive storebought eggs from who knows where.
Every Christmas my grandfather would sell a few Christmas trees off a piece of property of his, he never made alot of money, but he made some doing this and they were always cheaper than anything else. I wonder how our society is going to survive when everything is tossed out and we do as little for ourselves as possible. I know less and less people that go get their own fish, or barter items or can make things for themselves. I think we have far too much technology, and unfortunately there are some who would rather have us dependent on others for what we do instead of each other and ourselves.
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When I was a kid in the 40s my dad had a old chev pickup and we would pedal fruit and potatos. He would drive to northern wisconsin, buy potatoes, and then we would go to southern wisconsin and sell them house to house. My mother was born in the country store business, a very outgoing woman that seemed to know everybody, she drove a pickup to towns all over centeral wisconsin on town market days, sell vegatables, trade stuff etc. She did it still into her 70s. The oshkosh newspaper featuered a article on her once. I remember the folks would go out frogging. Catch frogs and sell to some medical outfit for pregnantcy tests. That was fun. I also sold worms and night crawlers as a 8 or 9 year boy. We lived in fishing country and I had a sign up in front of the house. Also I went with a uncle and we would trap minnows and sell them to bait shops. We grew sweet corn, watermellons, cantalope, raseberries, apples etc and sold them at moms fruit stand she had set up in front of the house. People nicknamed mom "apple mary".
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...and now they are busting little girls for selling lemonade without permits.
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Ways the oldtimers make money.
As a 6-7 yr old in East Texas I would take care of my Granmaws chickens. Would rat-hole eggs till I got enough to pay for a box of .22 shells at the local store(2 miles away) Thought I was pretty slick till I was home from the AF and my Granmaw told me the woman I was selling the eggs to was her cousin...Way I got caught was my Granmaw was complaining to her relative that her hens were not laying as many "aigs" as they had in the past(before my caper) Try sending your young kid to the supermarket with eggs to trade for ca-trid-ges now Ha
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Wow, this is an awesome topic. I think this will be a rambling post nfor me. I have so many thoughts on the subject. To give some background, I am 48 and my Dad is 68 we all grew up in NYC.
Growing up, my Dad didn't pay to have anyone fix or do anything around the house. He did it himself and had me help. I became a jack of all trades and a master of none. When I was a kid, like 10 years old, I would hustle for a buck cutting lawns. When I was 13 I would work on the neighbors cars and my Dad's friends would drop off the cars for me to work on. My Dad had a vast collection of tools, that he would buy as projects came up. I could work on cars, do light construction and woodwork, plumbing and electrical. I spent some money on myself, I saved some and I used the money for Holiday gifts for my family. I was a Cop for 20 years, when I retired I became a Harley mechanic, due to the fact that my Dad taught me mechanics.
My kids are 20 and 21. I divorced their Mom when they were 5 and 6 years old. My kids can't even clear a stopped drain. Since I did not live with them, projects never came up when they were around. They never learned to work with their hands, because I was not around on a daily basis, only seeing them every weekend. As a matter of fact, they really have no work ethic.
When my Dad was a kid (born in '42) he lived in Queens, NY. His Dad delivered milk by horse and wagon. He helped him on that route as well as his Uncle's construction firm. His Dad taught him to work with his hands.
My Father in law (also born '42) grew up on his father's farm in Pa. They were poor, with the crops they grew, they sold it locally and once in a while traded off for beef. They had chickens also. His Mom died when he was an infant and had 2 brothers. The kids all ended up in foster care until the Father remarried a couple of years later and got the kids back. They hunted daily. If they didnt hunt, they didnt eat meat. My FIL had a tragic hunting accident, he accidentally shot his cousin. The sheriff told his father to give up his weapons or the kid goes to a home until court hearings were adjudicated. His father said, "take the boy". He spent a year there, keep in mind his father might sound harsh, but w/o weapons, the family would starve.
The difference between my father, my father in law and me is that my FIL is better conditioned to survive should the economy tank. He has survival skills. I have never hunted, so I would not even know how to dress a deer. My kids would never be able to make it on their own. It could happen that this economy totally shuts down, the way the US is going. Desperate times would be an understatement.
The people of the Great Depression are Survivors, getting through that then WWII. Nowadays people would lay down and die or just kill people to get what they want. It could be apocolyptic.
Damn, I need a drink, is it beer:30 yet?
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I used to sell bonito on Redondo pier. Sometimes I'd take 'em to Tony's fish market @ $.10/lb or sell 'em to tourists if it was night time.
$.25 each gutted, $.50 each fileted. They always wanted 'em fileted. After I was done fishing I'd tote the skeletons over to where the crabbers were & sell 'em for $.25 each.
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While I am not an "old timer" by any means, I remember as a kid if I wanted something, clothes, what have you, you had to work for it.
Whether it was painting, mowing lawns, cleaning, "fix it" jobs, I realized as a kid that the harder I worked the better it was. If you didn't have an opportunity, you made an opportunity by working hard and being diligent.
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Grew up in a rural area. Everyone had a garden. neighbors would trade
back and forth for what they needed. Milk, eggs, vegetables, etc. I would walk the roads picking up pop bottles to turn in to the country store for the $.02 deposit and use the money to purchase .22 shorts ammo.
Moving to the city I sold newspapers on a street corner, delivered newspapers on a route, and bagged groceries in the neighborhood store for tips. During high school worked in a department store putting up stock after school.
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I haven't had steady work in almost 3 years. I supplement my sporadic musician's income by canning and selling. I buy my friend's knitting and eggs and produce from local farms (OK, an hour or so's drive north) as often as I can for a lot of reasons including: It's better quality. it's better for the local economy. I hate wal mart.
My two oldest daughters babysit for their discretionary money. They are a lot more judicious with their spending than if I just gave it to them. They save for what they want, and the oldest will give me gas money fairly frequently because I drive her and her friends places when I don't have to and they know gas isn't free or cheap. Concert tickets or movies, she pays for herself. And the last two school years she paid for all her own school clothes and supplies, and it was her idea to do it. She made lists, and budgets, and stuck to them. She came out ahead so treated her sisters.
Now, I'm not saying that to brag on my own parenting skills but because I think many young people, her age, and even a bit older, have no concept of work ethic or "if you don't work you don't eat (or go to the movies or whatever)" and I am glad she knows and understands this. She also does all the oil changes and tire rotations to earn her car 'rights'. She handles her own laundry. She is very annoyed with her own generation lack of ambition and something-for-nothing attitude (and a lot of adults) Having said that, her room is ridiculous and I can't get her to do regular chores for anything.
Also, my husband does most of our home maintenance/repair and some auto repair and maintenance as side work in our driveway.
We don't do a lot of hunting or fishing, but we can and have the tools.
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Growing up in the 50's taught me about work ethics. I bailed hay, milked the cows early in the morning, put them out in the pasture, collected the eggs, slop the pigs and fed the chickens. This for a 10 -12 hour day for a dollar a day. It was hard work but honest work, which kept with me throughout my life. Today that would be child abuse. which comes with an attitude and finally on to maybe a criminal life expecting to get something for nothing.
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I know a fellow locally that sharpens everything. Giant bandsaw blades for sawmills, industrial food processing machines, etc. Everything is cash (he even has a couple drunks helping out he pays cash). Clears $2-$3K a week, lives in a nice, paid for house. No bank accounts, although his wife has one that's fat. Only downside is retirement, no SS or 401K. Hasn't paid taxes in his life and nobody bothers him. Something to be said for living "off the grid." Joe
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I made pretty good money shooting and selling Jackrabbits to a feller for mink food. White tails went for $.75 and black tails went for $.50. Don't ask me why the difference. I could never find out either.
Nylon 66 with a scope. Long Rifles cost $.50 a box. I fed cattle in a pickup all winter. Rabbits would be sittin' in their hole weatherin' out the storm. They din't want to move. A feller could drive within 25 to 30 yards. Aim for the eye, one shot, one rabbit. I'd usually get half a dozen a day and sell them when I had a hundred.
Did the same kind of thing on Thurs afternoons during college. Kept me in beer money for four years.
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There are several Framer's Markets locally where folks sell not only produce but eggs and honey as well. While raising chickens might be a problem, one can keep bees in the 'burbs - or make candles, or knit, or dry herbs.
As long as you have old hippies (or folks who used to live the life), you will have barter and cottage industries.
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When about 10 in the first Eisenhower administration, I learned how to sell strawberries to the grocery store. And grampa & mom made me into a passable gardener....which has been a real survival skill many of these past years....perhaps even more in the years to come.
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I made pretty good money shooting and selling Jackrabbits to a feller for mink food. White tails went for $.75 and black tails went for $.50. Don't ask me why the difference. I could never find out either.
Nylon 66 with a scope. Long Rifles cost $.50 a box. I fed cattle in a pickup all winter. Rabbits would be sittin' in their hole weatherin' out the storm. They din't want to move. A feller could drive within 25 to 30 yards. Aim for the eye, one shot, one rabbit. I'd usually get half a dozen a day and sell them when I had a hundred.
Did the same kind of thing on Thurs afternoons during college. Kept me in beer money for four years.
Iggy, my family had a Mink Ranch many many years ago. Believe me when I tell you the little buggers are better than we did. In the feed room we had a 6 cylinder Studebaker truck engine and a 3 speed manual transmission that turned the giant food grinder. This was built off of a large frame bigger than the original truck frame. Food came in the form of 50-100 pound frozen blocks that were tossed into the hopper of this giant grinder. 3 times a day the mink ate a mixture of this ground fish, chicken, and red meat. 3 times a day in the frozen winters of upstate New York. Sometimes as fast as you slopped in on top of the cage, it froze. In one year, the market for U.S. grown Mink pelts dwindled to nothing, the Europeans basically put the Americans out of business. The Europeans showed up in N.Y.C. with superior pelts that sold for half the price as ours. 95% of all U.S. Mink ranches went out in that one year. 26
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Interesting stuff. Thanks for posting.
Yup, all of a sudden they quit buyin'. Din't know why, reckon that's why I had to go get a job as a cop. I was runnin' short on beer money.
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The old time methods are still being done out in the rural areas.
As example: My brother in law rasies chickens for the eggs. He sells the excess eggs his family does not use for .50 a dozen. He bales hay. He gives the land owners a percentage of the hay baled off their land and he sells the rest. The guy owning the farm next to him is a mechanic and keeps all BIL equipment running in exchange for free bushogging. In the spare time, BIL has a garden and sells off the crops that family members does not get for free. Last year he got over $1200 from a man that brought a truck in to get watermelons. The man loaded them and all BIL had to do was put the money in his pocket.
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We used to return shopping carts for stamps. 1 stamp per cart and with enough stamps, you could turn it in for a buck. We would wait for people comming out of the store and ask if they needed help. Made pretty good money with the tips until the store manager decided it was bad publicity. We would also wash cars and collect cans.
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Anybody ever "peel pulpwood"??? got paid by the cord,this was before the mills put in auto pulpers
We used to walk along the road an pick up soda an beer bottles to turn in for ammo.
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Most here will be too young to remember but a lot of kids picked up spend money literally. Prior to the 1960's there was a deposit on glass soft drink bottles. It got up to about a nickel a bottle before they stopped using glass bottles..
Considering I could get into the movie theatre for a quarter and get a box of popcorn for a dime, picking up 10 bottles would get me a movie, fed and a profit.
Back then people tossed the bottles onto the shoulder of the road moreso than beer cans now.
Even adult could be seen out picking up bottles.
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I made pretty good money shooting and selling Jackrabbits to a feller for mink food. White tails went for $.75 and black tails went for $.50. Don't ask me why the difference. I could never find out either.
Nylon 66 with a scope. Long Rifles cost $.50 a box. I fed cattle in a pickup all winter. Rabbits would be sittin' in their hole weatherin' out the storm. They din't want to move. A feller could drive within 25 to 30 yards. Aim for the eye, one shot, one rabbit. I'd usually get half a dozen a day and sell them when I had a hundred.
Did the same kind of thing on Thurs afternoons during college. Kept me in beer money for four years.
Do you still have the Nylon 66? I still shoot mine on occasion. They are fun to shoot. Show one to the younger guys and they will spend their afternoon trying to figure how to load it.
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Interesting stuff. Thanks for posting.
Yup, all of a sudden they quit buyin'. Din't know why, reckon that's why I had to go get a job as a cop. I was runnin' short on beer money.
Your welcome sir, I started a new thread called MINK RANCH MEMORIES and it ask's a question, that will be quite interseting to see if anyone knows the answer. 26
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Real quick interesting note:
There was a guy locally, back, boy maybe in the late the 30's or 40's that really didn't have much.
He used to push a shopping cart around town, from what my dad told me, and collect all the scrap metal in town he could find.
His company is now worth millions, employs about 100 people, and I believe his sons/family now run the business.
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Well, I guess I really didn't have it too tough. Both parents survived the depression, and they were good at scrounging. Maybe its where I learned the skill!
There was never a time when there wasn't food on the table. Maybe not what I would have liked, or as much, but always enough.
In the 1950s, pop and beer bottles carried a 2 cent refund. Back then I really liked the Unions. They'd each have a summer picnic in the local park, and I could hike to it over hill and dale. Sure, a knapsack full of bottles was heavy, but it was also good money. And I hiked and later rode my bicycle down many of the local roads picking up bottles tossed there.
But by the time I was 11 or 12 I could mow lawns. And shovel snow, and rake leaves. Never was much good at digging in other people gardens, but I fed many a chigger picking raspberries and blackberries.
When I was a kid, I was certain we were the poorest family in town. I was just as sure we were one step away from being tossed out of town and living in a shack in the woods someplace. I felt we were that poor. Every other family around us had a new car, every other year at least. Dad would buy a 4 year old car. All the other families took what to me were pretty lavish vacations. Without exception 2 weeks a year. I looked forward to the long weekend we'd spend in Michigan or Tennessee.
It wasn't until I got out of college I realized my dad had a better job than the other folks. He worked for GM in a salaried position, was never on strike or laid off. He owned our house, never had a mortgage (and never made car payments because he paid cash for his junkers.) Dad was just cheap. Depression again.
When I was 16 or 17 I taught my dad something. He was really impressed with me and my flash of brilliance. I had the family car for something, I don't remember what. It was autumn and I was driving down a country road. And a whole line of walnut trees!
I hit a bunch of them and they bounced off the undercarriage. I stopped to look and no one had harvested any yet. So I walked up and down the road, kicking everyone I could find on to the road. Then I drove over them, hulling them. Opened the trunk, put on the old set of worn gloves dad always kept there and filled a few gunny sacks with them.
His method was always to bag them, try them, and then hull them. My way got a lot more nuts in each sack. Each probably weighted 100#. I got home and had him come look. He was amazed, an when he saw they were all nut, no hull, he was a happy man. It took the two of us to hoist them onto the nails in the rafters of the garage.
The next day I was offered - didn't have to beg - the car keys. The implication was clear, we never had enough walnuts. I've still got the steel block we used to crack them. I used it for a criminal purpose - beating on a drive shaft, a non-food use!
Other things. A while back, maybe 10 years, a buddy and I stumbled upon a Morel mushroom haven. I was never that taken with them, but I liked finding things, especially free things. We harvested most of a day and evening. Mom wanted some (dad was already dead). The buddy kept the lions share. He cooked some, and then dried the rest that he didn't sell. Then he called me and told me he needed some help. Of course I showed up, and out we went again. Maybe 35# that cycle.
We used to have a 5 star restaurant over in town. He'd taken a few pounds from our first harvest session down to the chef (he'd been tipped they were buying.) So that was the reason for the other harvest, to sell. He shared with me, 50-50. He got right at $700, cash. Tax friendly and all.
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Most here will be too young to remember but a lot of kids picked up spend money literally. Prior to the 1960's there was a deposit on glass soft drink bottles. It got up to about a nickel a bottle before they stopped using glass bottles..
Considering I could get into the movie theatre for a quarter and get a box of popcorn for a dime, picking up 10 bottles would get me a movie, fed and a profit.
Back then people tossed the bottles onto the shoulder of the road moreso than beer cans now.
Even adult could be seen out picking up bottles.
Bottle returns were the money as a kid in Michigan back in the '70s. We'd get a dime per pop or beer bottle/can and had a whole route mapped out we'd hit every other day, picking through dumpsters behind all the bars, party stores and bump shops and fill wagons full of returnables. 10 bucks split two ways was pretty good money for a couple hour's work for a couple 10-year-olds back then.
Nowadays it's still a dime a bottle but a dime sure doesn't go as far 30 years later.
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I still know people that will stop their car and get out to pick up bottles out of the ditch in Michigan. It adds up. There used to be a guy that retired from MSU and road his bike around, he more or less lived off cans he'd collect. He was a fixture in the area. He's dead now sadly, but he was known as Ernie the Can Man.
Anyway, I still barter regularly, most people around here (a Marine base) seem to barter to some extent since no one ever has much cash. Thus an old crossbow can become a .22 rifle or a spare rifle sling can net a case of a beer.
As of late I've traded into a metal detector to add another stream of side income digging up quarters. Yay.
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Very interesting thread, thanks. Growing up on a farm we did quite a bit of bartering, dad and grandad would load the old chevy pickup with corn, grandpa called them roasting ears, and head for town. He would trade them to the only grocery store in town, Piggly Wiggly, instead of money the store manager gave us a voucher for groceries. Same thing with eggs. All our neighbors would trade various food items with us depending what we had come up good and what they had. Harvest time everyone helped everyone else get their money crops in and you never would have thought of asking for pay for that, it was just something we all did. Miss those days.
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I guess this is more of a "simpler times thread". Being 48, my generation I think are the one's who started getting more materialistic things, ie numerous Christmas gifts, the latest junk food etc.
My Dad being 20 years older than me, his generation was simpler, with more substance. He had 3 brothers, if they were lucky their Christmas gift was a football (1 gift for the 4 kids), all his friends were in the same boat. His friends would ask for a baseball bat for Christmas. Then the neighborhood kids would pool their gifts and put them to use.
He related to me how "Blue laws" were enforced, where almost nothing was open on Sundays (this started to fade out when I was young). It was a time for family. He said even if you were dropping the oil on your car the neighbors would give you dirty looks, because it was supposed to be a day of rest. Generations used to live in the same neighborhood and you spent time with them on a Sunday. Nowadays, everything is open, yet all that does is make people work on a Sunday, because business stats show that if you are open on a limited basis, you "create need" and people make a point of getting to the business before it is closed. This is the type of thing that I think helped to break down the family unit.
There was very limited quick junk food, usually your Mom cooked from scratch. Your dog ate table scraps, not the foo-foo food dogs are fed today. I read somewhere, where my generation will not have the life expectancy that my Dad's generation had, due to diet and food quality.
My grandfather was born in 1908. His father was a vaudeville performer. My grandfather's God father was George M. Cohan. My grandfather's mom died when he was an infant. My great grandfather (who to this day I do not know his name) remarried and dumped my grandfather on his aunt Margaret, remarried and started a new family in California.
He would as an adult take a bunch of change to the drug store phone booth to call his father in California. When his father died, he had a house in Beverly Hills and was apparently well off. He left nothing for my grandfather and his half siblings got everything. His siblings came to NY to visit him. He was so embittered, he turned them away. He had never met them in person, ever.
At my grandparent's wedding reception in a Knights of Columbus hall, he got involved in an arguement with his 3 brother in laws. This became a fist fight, where my grandfather layed all 3 of them out. His Aunt Margaret, who he was deathly afraid of since she raised him, dragged him out by the ear. She was 5 foot tall and he was a nasty 6' irishmen. Instead of holding grudges, since they were family, it was just another funny story to tell over the years. People back then wouldn't call the Police to settle a family matter.
Sorry for the rambling, I just find the days of old to be interesting. Now the generations have every materialistic thing that credit cards can buy, yet they have nothing. Just life, living beyond their means.
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