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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Shogun.Showed up. Sho 'nuf.
Mamma Mathis had heart problems, surgery, much better.
We hung out on the Moussolini balcony, he had to play Hitler.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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School's out for spring. Let's go climb somethin.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apparently no scores were kept in the great bowl off?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Moosie bought me a brew at the Facelift in South October. Thanks. But... I must take issue here, editorially, with Mr. Moosedrool.
Andrezej sez, in the appreciation thread for Mr. this just in that he is figuratively buying him a round of beer, and the one he apparently suggests is this horrible-tasting bile-icious brew that makes me want to spew.
I had one half of one glass,
Asked the tapster for an Angry Orchard
Felt my poor old tongue had been tortured.
How can you think
Anyone would drink
Lagunnadie-tas?
I'm just askin,
I'm not sayin,
I'm just prayin
that this just in
don't drink that sin
of a brew from the toilet.
I hate to think what "the little something extra" might be.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Bowl-offs? Bowl-offs?
I sat at the end of the bar in Reinero's on Sunday for the game. I had it all to myself just before the game started, when in walked a bearded man my age, dressed casually, and a younger man accompanied him.
The other end was local white ranchers, clustered.
The center of the bar and the wall of small tables formed an alley that led back to the restaurant and it was packed with Mexican low-riders on a party-down and fiesta con cerveza. James, el Jefe, a stylish youn gent, bought me a beer much later, which cheered me up when the Broncos took the loss. Thanks, Jaime.
As to the two gents who parked themselves next to me, it took me a bit of eavesdropping to learn it was my old swimming team mate, Bill Halpin, the dude who got tossed for long hair in '66 but came back to help the Merced Bears team to a two-way tie in the post-season swimming contests up and down the Valley.
Bill is a father of four, has had a successful career as a women's water polo coach, HS & JC level, as well as a splendid career as a backstroke specialist.
--PATRICK SAWYER HE AND THE ACCLAIMED COACH FROM ACALANES HS WERE BEST FRIENDS back in their day BTW.
He laid out proposition bets that he was explaining to his son-in-law, named Ryan, and it was an interesting way to bet. Not the outcome of the game, but lots of silly side bets can add up quick if you are right.
The coin toss. We called it. Everyone was aware of his luck shortly, as well, when the first pass by Manning was a completion. Bill was two hundred ahead in minutes. He had bet three times before in the past on the coin toss, losing each one. Vindication, out of the hole, so to speak, because he had bet also on the likelihood of Peyton's team being behind by at least two points at the half. The safety on the first play was like candy for him.
Bill could not lose. He won every single bet.
We had not met since I left high school except for the odd hello there around town and in the bookstore. It was real pleasant to have made this connection.
It's very odd, too, that it came on the day following my first effort at participation in city government.
I attended this meeting on Saturday a.m. at City Hall, across from the Tioga. I figured that since my fellow art lover, Kevin, who pushes the Merced Art Hop and runs the BS Computer shop, recommended I attend, that I would. It opened my eyes.
I had friends here. There was Peter, who failed in his recent bid for election to the council. There was Tony Dossetti, former C of the Merced Police, and his new counterpart, Chief Andrade, who I met for the first time. And Cliff, the owner of the building which houses the used bookstore where I worked and both he and Peter were members of my Explorer Post 98, the Miscreance Squad, made up of Poswhats, NSRA, the Poontangers, and the Key Club clique from North Campus. A number of others said hello to me. They have seen me dogging them on the street at parades, gatherings, and just having a conversation at Coffee Bandits.
The items on the agenda concerned growth and traffic and who gets funding and lots of things germane to running a mid-sized town with a moderate budget.
It seems that I need to become more involved here in Merced. I like the place and am settled in. I'm going nowhere else to live.
It was a very good week, all in all.
In fact, the whole month was good.
All is well, I'm happy as hell, even glad, to be sick, because I'm still alive.
In the end, it's all you need. Love is a big bonus. Thanks to my friends.
And the community who has taught me to help love myself.
Serious as a heart attack,
Mouse, wherever
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I know it's not a moose, it's not a mouse, it's a selfie.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Saturday morning's meeting at city hall.There are seven million sawbucks in the City Pocket. This is the way we decide how many of them to spend on what. It's fascinating, and it is tedious, but someone needs to do it.
Donuts and coffee are nice, but the table was loaded with all kinds of goodies. I'm coming to the next $$ planning meeting, too!
Cookies for free, who could want more?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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From January of last year:
http://www.mercedsunstar.com/2013/01/15/2757882/downtown-business-booming-in-merced.html
It was an especially good night the other night when I went into the Bistro after having stayed out of there for about four long months. It is one of the best places to get friendly service and good atmosphere and good wines, even if it costs some. Live well or not, you do what pleases you, you're a human with needs--it's terrible having to eat alone if you don't need to, but that's the way my life has headed, and there is no need to worry. I get around.
But I had a bit of a run-in with one owner of the four who partnered in this restaurant. He did me a disservice and I have held it against him, only hurting myself.
I spoke to his partner, the Chef, and Robert laid it out. The partnership is now just he and Mark, the one who dogged me last summer, he told me. I know no specifics, just that Carina and her brother-in-law are now out of it. Carina was especially nice to me. Sorry.
Anyhow, the thing is that I really don't have a gripe, just hurt feelings and they are mollified now, so it's cool. I did the right thing because I had absolutely one of the best steaks I've ever had there the night after I had the talk with Robert.
It's up to us to create our happiness. Nobody will do it for you.
Though lately I've found that friends have that knack. That's why they are friends.
I wish to figuratively gift you with the single best bottle of wine I ever had, purchased from the 17th St. Public House and just finished the other day when Peyton lost.
Drink life to the lees.
Or if you prefer a robust stout, here, try a bottle of this on me.
Gene, what's up, bud?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'm outta here for a day trip to the Park, the Ditch, the Valley, the Bitch.
Sheeit, shee's callin' my name and I'm seriously sweating.
My name is Mrs. Joe DiMaggio.
My name is Mrs. Joe DiMaggio.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Peace, and out the door.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse...
thank you!
here, folks, is a NEW way to keep coffee hot...
;)
set it on really neat hot-chili, :)
well, if not hot, will keep in EASY to spot, :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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my friend, Mouse!
We had to hot-wire 'em just like everybody else.
Except for the group that would sneak onto the car lots and grab some keys and take them over to the Sprouse-Reitz Five and Dime and make duplicate keys.
Then come back in the middle of the night and have the use of various T-Birds and Corvettes for speed runs on the Silver Strand. Carz Clubbing at it's finest. Still, we didn't go as fast as McKinney.
Eventually everybody got caught and let off for time well-served and showing good initiative. I think everybody was wearing suede and alligator shoes with huge horse-shoe taps. Must be how folks got recorded in the old days.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Uh, isn't this an alcohol-free zone.
Moose turd pie? Who knows? It's good though!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I'm real GOOD.
I'm not searching for a "reason."
4 Dimensions.
Maybe.
Quickeen quien, moonbeam, SR. Senor Chappie?
Please, we've not met, Senor.
My condolence on the plight of your father.
If it means anything, I kinda know what you might be realizing.
So I just wanna say,
"Otay."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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What neat phrases to describe lunar phases.
Sam y Jeysus,
Try and get oloose,
First boats on Sunnyngside, Rattlesnide hide...
Don't ming dyin', I'm just twenty-one and die don't give me the Moose.
Pretty good rock n' roll, though.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Home t'again.
Holmes t'again, call me the pinkg pig.
Holmes, againt, Holmes, the phrasing called "a-gang & y ging."
Diggerty dig.
GRASS TACKS.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Speaking of Gandy Dancers, some folks actually work for a living.
For home use only, don't go bandying this around in public - or else.
Warning: gratuitous spider web shot @3:35. Rumoured to be where Koerner picked up his moniker.
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