Roses are red, violets are blue, clicking the pics is something free you can do. Hauling the freight.
Old church.
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OFM
12/23/2020 08:24:01 pm
This years being stuck in Falcon Heights and Del Rio for 7 months without traveling has made lot$ of dollars less expense for this year for me also. I can't say it was more fun but considerably cheaper.
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Tom
12/23/2020 08:56:28 pm
I figure one day I probably won't be able to do the things I do now, maybe physically, maybe financially, or maybe just not want to. But it would be nice to know how few dollars I can exist on, when and if money becomes a problem. And I think about as close as I can come to living like I'm broke, is sort of self isolating like I'm doing now. Staying out of the stores helps a lot, now if only Amazon wasn't so darned cheap and efficient.
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Judith
12/23/2020 08:29:59 pm
Ah. Sounds like the winter solstice has passed just in time for you. No Druidic fires were lit, but you did an accounting. I didn't do any of that...just glad it's past and we're on our way to more sunshine. Before people could measure minutes, they were measuring sunshine.
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Tom
12/23/2020 09:30:18 pm
Interesting, it's a long way from the Bahamas to Texas, I'm surprised he didn't run out of tuna.
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Judith
12/24/2020 06:27:02 pm
My time there was before the Marielitos.
Tom
12/24/2020 07:18:22 pm
Miami had started going downhill before the Marielitos, the Marielitos, were the the final straw that finished Miami off. When the Cuban refugees started pouring into Miami escaping Castro that's when Miami started changing from a tropical paradise, into something else.
Linda
12/24/2020 01:48:52 pm
Dave and I also graduated high school in 1965. I remember all the kids I hung out with pooling our change so we could put gas in my mother's car.
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Tom
12/24/2020 02:00:27 pm
I was the same way, even though gas was only about thirty-five cents a gallon, twenty-five cents if there was a gas war going on, I don't ever remember pulling into a gas station in my car, I had a black 1957 Ford Fairlane in 1965, and saying "fill 'er up" it was always "gimme a dollars worth." In fact I don't ever remember my dad buying a full tank of gas in less it was payday. I think one of the reasons I liked motorcycle so much back then is I could fill it up for seventy-five cents.
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