I had all kinds of friends when I was finishing up in High School.
Some were classmates and their older or younger siblings. Others were co-workers at the mines, at the store or on the Forest Fire crew. Some were just friends of friends that I took a liking to, and even others were just random people that I met up with and took a shine to.
I had friends from other school districts, but in my same grade. And this was true for at least three schools.
One of these friends were a pair of brothers.
They lived near by (at the other side of the river) but were in the Karns City school district and not the Clarion school district that I was a part of.
They both loved music and both played guitar.
I would go over and listen to them practice, and play. We would smoke some marijuana and drink beer.
Sitting on the living room floor…
Just hanging out.
1970’s style.
Oh yeah. 70’s style…
Ah memories…
We all used to gather and “party” together…
Cars were a big part of our lives…
But, in this post I am just talking about friends hanging out together…
All doing things that friends do…
Anyways…
It was a nice way to play the time away.
In those days “nothing was going on”. Time moved slowly and we all enjoyed it.
These two brothers were great. They were good guys. You know they would probably be the stable “family men” and “reliable company workers” in their adult life.
I say that as a complement.
Looking back, while we spent a lot of time together they were not my “adventuresome” friends like Robbie, and Sid. They were just stable guys that I hung out with with who I enjoyed my time with.
This post is dedicated to those “average” “Joes” that are a foundational support for society. They played a bigger role than they would ever realize.
Here’s to youse guys (as I raise my coffee cup in tribute)…
This is for you!
Today…
Denmark Threatens They May “Turn to Russia to Save Greenland”
What do you think of China’s future?
Originally Answered: what do you think of China's future ?
I think it is a much better choice to go to the poorest places in China, instead of big cities like Wuhan, Chengdu, Hangzhou, to see where this country is heading at.
So I went to the North East part of China , where the climate is incredibly cold and the economy is not as good as other provinces. I went through a great length to go to the remote villages there.
What I saw was very very creepy, because the villages were almost empty. In each village, there were like 5 people at most, and they were all very very old . Some villages were absolutely empty, zero population.
The houses and buildings looked very very old and poverty stricken, and they were all empty. It looked like one of those zombie movie places.
One of the villagers told me the people who had been living there all moved to the small towns and cities nearby, because they could make more money there. Some of the cities they moved into were newly built in the past a few years.
The small towns they moved into were in rapid construction and turning into satellite cities of the fourth- tier cities nearby and will finally become parts of those fourth-tier cities, which grow bigger and bigger and will turn into third-tier cites. And the third-tier cities are in rapid constructin as well. They will become second-tier cities in the near future.
Things like this are happening everywhere in the country and it is accelerating.
When we think of the word Urbanization, what we see in our heads is often beautiful cities. But what I saw were empty villages and it did a much stronger impact on me.
China is moving hundreds of millions of people from villages into cities every year and it is all happening queitly, without any attentions from the world.
What do I think of the future of China? I think this whole country is turning into a giant Hong Kong.
Alien (1979) – 1950s Super Panavision 70
If a guy wants to sleep with you on the first date, does he plan on taking you seriously?
Okay, I hope this doesn’t disillusion you, but all guys want to sleep with you on the first date. Well, not sleep, exactly…a quickie behind the potted plant in the lobby would be welcome too. We are like that.
Whether or not the guy plans on taking you seriously depends on other things. No, it doesn’t depend on you. It depends on him. Some of us learned that women are not just there for our sexual pleasure. We’ll have sex with you on the first date if you let us, but it has no bearing on how the relationship develops. Some have other ideas though…usually stemming from outdated religious and cultural beliefs. They’ll actually judge you negatively for having sex with them on the first date.
Okay, I can’t explain that. I’ve never understood it. “She did exactly what you were hoping for, so she’s not suitable.” Makes no sense whatsoever. There it is though.
And how do you tell which guys are which? Well, I can’t really help you there either. I’ve been baffled by the views of so many of my friends that I mostly stick to talking about tools, trucks, and calling them capitalist pigs. Anything beyond that is likely to cause hard feelings. Well, I have been in a fist fight over which truck is best, so…. It’s the 1947 International Harvester. I have a scar on my knuckle to prove it. Anyway, we’re not exactly the kings of communication.
So what advice do I have? Well, do what you want. Have sex. Don’t have sex. If the guy reacts negatively to your choice, fuck him. Or maybe, you know, not literally.
We’re One Stroke of Pen Away From Nuclear War — Scott Ritter
Manly clothing
Have you ever been invited to something that turned out to be another thing entirely?
Years ago, I moved into my girlfriend’s house, but after about 2 years, things weren’t working out, and she was making things ridiculously difficult.
So, I signed a lease at another apartment, got some buddies to help me load the moving van, and I was out.
Or so I thought.
—
That’s when I got a voice-mail “Invitation” to meet at a specific restaurant at noon, to “work out the last few details”.
Naive me, I thought maybe she would give me my tools back – ones I’d used to repair and renovate her home over the years, which she insisted I store in the garage – and which now remained locked away, since she’d suddenly changed the lock on the garage door).
So, I went to the restaurant, found her at a quiet table, ordered “just coffee”, and asked her what she wanted to discuss.
She said, “You are the one who moved out, so you are the one who made this meeting necessary, and you need to tell me what you want.”
Very odd, to claim that her meeting was initiated by me, and that I was the one with an agenda for it.
I should have just stood up at that point and said, “Well, I guess there’s nothing to discuss, then. Bye”,
But instead I said that I wished her well, that we should just go our separate ways, no hard feelings, and all I wanted was to get my tools back.
She then really surprised me with her response:
“You want to dictate to me what I should and shouldn’t do. You want to control me and take advantage of me, then just run away without fulfilling your responsibilities to me.”
Huh?
I didn’t owe her anything. I’d done more for her than she could ever pay back. How was this me victimizing her?
I got up, said something like, “I guess I should stop dictating to you”, paid the waitress for my coffee, and left.
—
A week later I got a long letter in the mail.
She had done some math regarding groceries, and how she wanted me to pay her for all the meals she had shopped for, plus time spent cooking and cleaning up. (Somehow she “forgot” to include all the restaurant meals I had paid for, or all the hours I had spent working on her house.)
Also, she wanted me to pay extra for utilities, after we had already agreed on a split. She wanted to change the formula, retroactive for 2 years, so that I somehow owed her utility money.
I had also been paying rent, and she wanted to charge me more than we had already agreed, again retroactively for 2 years.
She also had a list of various items she claimed I had damaged over our time together. A slightly ripped bedsheet, a chipped plate, a dented doorframe, rust stains on the driveway and so on.
She had gotten inflated quotes from home repair services for the ‘damage’ I had caused, an estimate for a full driveway re-paving, plus pricing for new sheets for the whole house (because every room has to match, right?), and an entire new set of dishes. Really? You can’t just order a replacement from Correl?
Plus an estimate from a Handy Man service, for repairs she needed, that I’d volunteered to help with, back when things were going better with us and
And so on, for pages.
The total was over $6,000 and she threatened to sue me!
So, it turns out that this was more than just “the last few details”, and the lunch had been a set-up.
I guess I was supposed to feel guilty for “making her” come to the lunch, then guilty for “dictating“ what she should do, and then I was supposed to sheepishly write her a settlement cheque for $6k?
—
In the end, I sent her a note in reply. I listed all the restaurant meals I had paid for, with estimated amounts.
I also estimated all the hours I had spent on her house, including materials and supplies. I billed her at the same rate as her Handy Man quotes.
I provided photos of her rusty, leaky beater car and the stains below.
I estimated the (generous) price of one set of sheets and one (1) replacement plate.
And I sent her information on legal requirements for proper notice and percentages for rental and utility increases (spoiler: she had missed all the deadlines).
My total was $12,000, meaning that SHE actually owed ME $6,000. And I threatened to counter-sue.
I never did hear back.
Just to be clear:
- She had been through a nasty divorce, being left with an empty house, empty bank accounts, and two little kids in the ‘burbs. So me leaving was probably “triggering “.
- I got some of my tools back, but not all, through a 3rd party. I tried using the police and a Justice of the Peace but every said, “cut your losses, be glad you are out”.
What is a “low hanging fruit” dating advice that men can use to immediately be better with women?
I’ll give one that I learned after I was married.
As a straight man, take ballroom dancing.
I’m serious.
I learned to ballroom dance with my wife 15 years ago – a few years after we were married. When we made it through our first class and first performance, I asked what was the next step.
The next step was to go to ball room dancing events.
Boring, I thought. I’ll humor my wife to keep her happy since this was her idea.
Now let me drop a tidbit that was not obvious to my naive brain at first:
Most of the men that went to this event were not straight…and did I mention that there were more females there than male. And they were single.
Now, let’s do some math. OK, I’ll skip the math and go on to say, that was the first time I ever felt jealousy from my wife, who started to get mad with all the women asking me to dance.
And she sat at the table across from me every. time. it. happened. And it happened every time my wife sat to take a break.
I knew enough to lead and to not make a fool of myself and women ate that up. The other men there (who were gay) also danced, but I guess it wasn’t the same. I don’t know why they honed in on the married guy – but I hadn’t ever experienced that level of interest.
It was truly an eye-opening event that I wished I’d known before I was married.
Edit 1 – OK this answer took off. Kudos to Sean Kernan for sharing my answer.
I have two daughters that I take to daddy-daughter dances that I’ve taught the basics to.
To anyone that has never been, daddy-daughter dances can be quite awkward, until the first dad says to himself “screw it, I’m going to make a fool of myself because I’m here to show my daughter how to dance.”
Knowing how to lead helps control your 9 year old daughter and focus her to learn the steps.
PART 2 – Police Officer Exposes THE TRUTH On Domestic “Situations” & How Men Can Protect Themselves
The Eternal Light of the Ten Song Lantern
Submitted into Contest #232 in response to: Write a story set in a world with a dying sun, or where light is a scarce resource.… view prompt
John Werner
As if in answer, there was a thunderous fluttering of wings, and up into the deep blue sky soared those great northern Beltreo hawks. Their wingspans were enormous and their great calls echoed into the sky like the scraping of swords against shields. Bright purples, blues, and greens trimmed the feathers of their great wings and tail feathers as they circled, climbing ever higher into the vaults of the heavens.
When it appeared that they had reached the limit of their height their tailfeathers began to glow, collecting the warmth and light of the summer sun. It was that light that would sustain the Ten Song Lantern for another year. They began to glow with such intensity that it appeared multicolored stars were swirling in the sky.
She couldn’t have watched them for more than a handful of minutes before she noticed the amber light fade. She grabbed the satchel from her hip and kissed it bestowing a silent prayer upon the Spirits to let her hunt be successful. She looked to the west and saw that the bright, blazing rim that was all her people had even known of the sun was now descending beneath the horizon line. The amber light turned to a golden brown before it gradually sunk back to darkness.
“Now!” She whispered excitedly, opening the satchel and holding it up into the sky.
The Amelina came whizzing and whirring from their warm hiding place. Into the heavens they streaked as the glowing orbs of light, all that was left to be seen of the Beltreo as darkness once again consumed the range, began to descend from their circling dance to the ground below. The serpents’ crystalline scales shimmered like the phantom veil that appeared across the winter sky from time to time. Their keening cries beckoned to the great glowing birds whose lazy descent seemed to stop for a heartbeat, fixing them in the air before they streaked toward the shimmering haze left in the wake of the Amelinas’ flight.
Gelvira readied her bow, her hands loosely holding the string, her arrow knocked and readied. The Amelina were doing their job well but she quietly urged them on for the cold would rob them of their speed in short order. As if answering her thought, the gemstone serpent streaked towards her with a Beltreo in tow.
Gelvira drew the string to the corner of her mouth and breathed. The serpent was racing towards her, knowing its survival depended on luring its prey back to its keeper. In a last burst of speed, it darted past Gelvira and the hawk followed, leaving her with a perfect shot.
Everyone knew that no arrow could pierce the feathered breast of a Beltreo hawk, those armor-like quills protecting like plate mail against any frontal assault. But, from behind, Gelvira’s arrow parted the backward-facing feathers and struck home. The great bird cried as it fell to the frozen ground.
“That’s one,” She said excitedly to herself. “Two more will complete the task. If I can take all five the Ten Song Lantern will shine brighter than it has in ages.”
The Amelina quickly retreated into the satchel where it could gather the warmth to be found there. Its shimmering scales conjured the image of a multihued campfire burning deep within. Its brood mates had done their jobs equally well and Gelvira’s arrows felled two more of the great birds with ease.
As the fourth hawk streaked towards her, its great blue feathers blazing like the fires in the smith’s forges, she heard a cry of despair as the Amelina was overcome. The Beltreo shrieked in agony, its bill breaking across the hardened scales of the gemstone serpent but that did not keep it from swallowing the creature whole. Nursing its wounds, it dove behind the next peak and vanished.
“One left,” She closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and readied herself.
The lone remaining Amelina was whizzing through the pine trees and in and out of deep canyons with the hawk in tow. Gelvira was astounded that the creature possessed such stamina but it, just like the others, lured the hawk past her and her arrow struck true. The great bird faltered but managed to glide on unsteady wings into the forest beyond the next peak where it disappeared.
With four of the five gemstone serpents now returned to the satchel, Gelvira covered it and set it back upon her hip. She easily found her prey, for their feathers still glowed as brightly as they had in life. Gently she placed her hand upon each one, thanking them for their sacrifice and anointing each with the holy oils that would see their souls claimed by the Collector of Spirits. Then she gently plucked each glowing feather and carefully placed them in her quiver.
“Looks like we will have to track the last one,” She said to her satchel knowing that she had already recovered all that was required but relishing the idea of returning home with an even greater bounty.
While there were no tracks to follow there were not many places the Beltreo could have gone. She traversed the peak around which she had seen it disappear and found its warm purple glow emanating from within the upper branches of an ancient pine tree.
Being Adosinda, the climb was fairly easy but halfway up the great trunk she began to hear the despairing cries of hatchlings. When her large dark eyes crested the rim of the nest, the mother hawk lay dead, its wing spread protectively over the nest’s skyward facing opening. Gelvira gently moved the wing aside to reveal five small chicks. Barely fledglings, their spiny feathers were just beginning to grow.
“Hello, little ones.” She whispered and their mouths shot open expecting to be fed. Their chirping made her laugh the type of laugh normally reserved for babies, warm and joyful.
She prepared their mother for the Collector of Spirits, gathered them to her closely, hiding each within the folds of her thick warm cloak, and descended the tree.
“And brought them back to us?” The young girl asked.
“Exactly so,” The Mother of the Ten Song Lantern declared. “And that is how,”
“We filled the rookery?” The young girl interrupted.
“It took quite some time for us to fill the rookery.” She answered. “But those five eyas were the source from which all others sprang.”
“And now we no longer hunt the Beltreo?”
“And now we no longer hunt the Beltreo.”
“And now we always have light! Praise Gelvira.” The little girl said with practiced respect.
“Indeed, little priestess. Praise Gelvira, Eternal Light of the Ten Song Lantern.” Intoned The Blessed Mother.
China’s Tech, Economy This Week
More hot buttons than usual.
Cross sectional art
China’s ‘Giant’ Missile Arsenal Has Surpassed the Military Power of the United States
Why do US sanctions make it difficult for China to achieve self-sufficiency amid them?
Contrariwise, US sanctions alerted China to the danger of depending on US for technology, and on the West in general. This was the genesis of Xi Jinping’s Dual Circulation strategy, to strive for technology self-reliance, and to stimulate domestic demand to reduce the dependency on US and western markets.
Take the case of semiconductors.
A few years ago, China’s annual imports of chips were worth over $400 billion . US threatened to cut its supply. China went on an investment spree to develop its own industry. Certainly there were mistakes and billions of yuan were wasted. But look at the outcome.
Annual imports fell steadily. SEMI expects China will account for 35% of global capacity by 2025. This will give it market leadership of supply, as well as, demand, which is estimated to exceed 60%. When the plants now on plan and under construction come into fruition a few years hence, China could be net exporter of chips.
China’s chips industry development is not just capacity, supply, and demand. The clincher is that the industry is comprehensive and integrated, from materials, equipment, through the supply chain. Hundreds of firms are in the mix.
Chinese companies therefore have scales and the synergies from the comprehensive and integrated development. Foreign companies are worried they would not be able to compete with them. They must find means to work with them.
This relates to traditional chips, which are 80% of the market. China is also in the thick of development in high-end chips – the subject of US sanctions. Consider the case of Huawei.
US put it on the entity list, imposed other restrictions, and commandeered the Collective West to deny it access to these chips. They also banned its 5G communications in their markets. The purpose was to bankrupt it.
Now a mere 4 years later, Huawei has broken through to 7nm and 5nm chips, establishes a strong supply-chain network, and its proprietary operating system, called HarmonyOS. Its smartphone business has recovered. The recent launches of Mate 60, Pura 70, the tri-fold Mate XT are produced at near 100% localisation. Its 5G business remains the market leader.
China is alerted to the unreliability of US and western partners. The development in the chips industry will make it independent of western technologies. This lesson is well-learnt and adopted in other industries. You can see this in its green tech industries, like EVs and solar panels. Its leaderships are across the supply chain.
The tide has turned. China is in the stronger position. Just one simple fact to conclude. US for all the tariffs it imposes, it still depends on China for 70% of its lithium-ion battery. Chinese leadership and supply-chain are hard to beat.
PART 3 – Police Officer Exposes THE TRUTH On Domestic “Situations” & How Men Can Protect Themselves
Alice in Wonder
Submitted into Contest #247 in response to: Set your story on a spaceship exploring the far reaches of space when something goes wrong.… view prompt
Sean Mallery
“Working on it.”
Alice’s HUD displayed a warning. Shields at 75% It read.
“Work faster” She screamed. “The ather is pressing in on the ship.”
“Yeah yeah. Don’t get your undies in a bunch,” Wonder said with a laugh.
“What? Wonder I need a solution. Can I space walk to repair it?”
“Space walking in the ather will get you deader than your sense of humor!”
“What has gotten into you?”
“I apologize Alice, it seems the effects of ather are causing me to malfunction.”
“Stupid AI, you can’t break now too.”
“Have you tried turning me off and back on again?”
Alice got up from the captain’s chair. She grabbed a tool case from the closet and headed into the bay. She checked a status screen as she walked by. Shields 60% it read.
“Wonder can I get to any of the parts from the interior of the ship.”
“Panel thirteen – seven. Look for the big red glowy light. That will be the thing. They always have glowy lights to let you know if they are bad.”
Alice turned down a hallway and caught sight of something white and quick moving just around the next corner.
“Wonder, is there anyone else on the ship?” She asked.
“Its just me and you forever baby!”
Alice let out a long sigh. “Is any of our cargo biological? Animals maybe?”
“Sorry that’s classified,” Wonder answered.
“Oh, now you can be serious?”
“Sorry, even I can’t read it. I’m looking at the file on our cargo right now. It just says classified.”
“There is something else on the ship.” Alice explained.
“Nah bro, you are going crazy.”
“What?” Alice said incredulously
“Mild effects of aether poisoning. Step one insanity, step two coming to terms with insanity, step three, the fun part.”
Alice grunted. She knew she needed to move faster before she was useless. She found the panel and removed it. The array of wires and pipes hid circuit boards. She found the one with the red light. She unplugged it and plugged it back in. The light turned off and back red again. Alice frowned. She unplugged the module. Probably didn’t need it, anyway. Alice turned around and jumped. There in the middle of the hall sat a small white rabbit. They stared at each other for a moment. The rabbit took off down the hall and around the corner.
“No, you don’t,” Alice said and chased the rabbit around the corner. She skid to a halt at the table before her. Alice found herself in a large, ornate room. She gawked at the white walls and wooden furnishing. Where was she? This isn’t a room on the ship. Worst of all, there were people sitting at the table, pouring cups of tea.
“Hello” she intoned.
“Oh, hello Alice,” the man at the head of the table said. He wore a purple suit with a tall hat. “Tea?” He asked, gesturing with a steaming teakettle.
“Uh, no thank you.” She said, looking shocked.
“Please sit. You know my friend, the white rabbit.” He gestured to a rabbit sitting on the table. It had its own cup of tea and cookie. It looked up as if acknowledging her.
“H-Hello.”
“And this here is our lead ship mechanic. Scoots.” The man in the suit said.
A short, pudgy man in a black suit and bowler cap looked over at her. “Ma’am.” He said, tipping his hat.
“And I of course, am the ever present Wonder.”
“Wonder? You’re the ship AI?”
“In the flesh!”
“I don’t understand. We don’t have a ship mechanic, and you are an AI. Don’t even get me started on the rabbit!”
“It is very easy to explain, sweetie. You see, you are quite mad.”
“Mad?” she asked.
“Insane, the ather has broken through the shield and you are undergoing the effects. Have a seat, enjoy yourself.“
“I don’t know.” She said, sitting down, “If I am insane, then how can I sit in a chair that isn’t real, smell the tea that isn’t there? Even the light of this room, I can feel it.”
“Well, the ather does weird things to all of us,” Wonder Explained
“For sure,” Scoots chimed in.
The rabbit just looked at her. Alice knew what it was saying.
She held her cup as Wonder poured some tea. “So what do I do now?”
“Well, you have two choices, really. You can get the ship back into the slipstream and finish your delivery. Do the next delivery and then do the next. Until you die. Or Ooooooor. You can stay in the ather and explore what is in this new space. You, me, scoots, the rabbit can come too.”
Alice sipped her tea. “You make a good point, but what if this is just the insanity talking? What if there is nothing out there to explore?”
Wonder leaned back in his chair. “Well honey. I will admit, I am biased. I have always wanted to see you like this. With my own eyes, I mean. Not through a camera, not through you pushing buttons.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I want to be with you, exploring. Ya know, like this.” Wonder gestured to the table.
“I say we stay,” Scoots said.
“And Mr Rabbit, what do you have to say?” Alice asked. The rabbit reached up to it’s cup and took a sip. It looked over, wiggling its nose. “I’m sold.” She said. Alice stood up and grabbed her cup. Let’s go to the helm and see what’s out there.
“You’re the captain,” Wonder said grabbing his cup a handful of cookies. They all together walked to the helm. Alice sat down in the pilot seat and grabbed the joysticks.
“We need repairs, lets see if we can find a place to land.” Alice said. Wonder took up a position in a newly formed station in the helm. “I see a planet on the scanners.”
“I can see an asteroid belt around that planet.” Scoots chimed in from the maintenance station that was suddenly there.
“How can there be a planet in the ather?” Alice asked.
“Lets find out.” Wonder answered.
As a flight attendant, what is the most disrespectful thing a passenger has ever requested from you?
I once had a strange passenger that asked me to go and check the ‘’toilet’’ for her, before she went in.
I asked her why she wanted me to check the lavatory FOR HER. She told me to go and check in case the toilet was dirty before she went in. I told her that she could go and check herself. If she discovered that the lavatory was dirty then I could clean it for her. But she insisted that I had to go and check the toilet for her. I kept telling her that it was all right and that she could do it herself.
My God this lady was crazy.
She had this attitude and tone to her voice. Not soft-spoken at all. I tried to talk to her softly and kindly so that I didn’t have to go to the lavatory and do a check for her. That she could do it herself. But she talked to me as if I was her butler of some kind.
Anyhow at the end, I told the lady ‘’OK no problem, I will go and check the lavatory for you’’. I had the most fake smile ever as I said that.
Oh my God, I was so annoyed.
This woman was in her 40s. She looked young and healthy. She was not disabled. She could manage to go to the lavatory herself and check.
I could have done something more important than going to the lavatory and check. The world would not come to an end if she walked to the bloody lavatory herself.
But I went to the lavatory, opened the door and before I went in I looked at the woman who was giving me bloody death stares of God knows what. I did check around and put a toilet seat cover on the toilet. The lavatory was clean. I came out from the lavatory and l went to the lady and told her ‘’The lavatory is clean and you can go if you want’’.
Pathetic!
The woman then asked me ‘’Are you really sure that the toilet is clean?’’
Oh my God, what did she think? What was she afraid of? What the hell was going on?
With an annoyed voice, I said, ‘’Yes the lavatory is clean and you saw me go and check’’.
The woman then went to the lavatory without a ‘’thanks for checking’’ or even a smile. She did not even look at me when she went. I really felt disrespected there.
What a weird thing to ask someone.
Then I watched her go to the lavatory and I kept thinking what if she would come back to me and tell me to clean something for her? I would of course have done whatever she would have asked me. But she was very strange.
Yes, one of our duties as a cabin crew is to make sure that the lavatory is clean. But we don’t really deep clean the lavatory. Before passengers board the plane the cleaning team comes in and cleans the entire plane. The only thing we do is to put a seat cover on the toilet and sometimes we don’t even have to do that. Spray the lavatory and change or add soap/hand cream. Flush if needed. Fix the WC roll if needed. We do safety checks in the lavatory too. For example, we check so no one has messed with the smoke detector in the lavatory. The things we do in the lavatory are minor. For example, if major issues happen in the lavatory then we close the entire lavatory. The cleaning team that comes in before the passengers board the plane does the deep cleaning.
But the way this woman was speaking to me, her tone and attitude made me feel disrespected. How hard is it to stand up and go to the lavatory and check yourself? If it is dirty THEN you go and grab a crew and ask them nicely to clean it, if needed.
This woman acted as if she was the queen of whatever planet and I was her personal butler.
Pepe Escobar: Putin, China & Iran BRACE for War, Trump & Israel’s BRICS Plot Exposed
What is something you only see in a nursing home?
When my Mom first when into the nursing home due to a broken pelvis, we were shocked at the people wandering around in wheelchairs hollering different weird things as well as all the noise. Bells, alarms, ect. Then the sad thing is as my mothers dementia progressed over several years, she was the one sitting in the hall way in a wheelchair yelling “help” over and over. Then you ask her what is wrong, she would just say nothing. Saddest thing ever. She passed this fourth of July, quietly in her sleep after 9 years living there. The last four I would go every week and she had no idea who I was. It was actually a relief.
A Bridge Too Far – 1977 – 80 Years Market Garden – Fan Cut Edition
Outstanding video FREE, and full edition.
A Bridge Too Far, is a 1977 war movie portraying Operation Market Garden from 1944, where it’s objective was to create a 64 mile (103 km) salient into German territory with a bridgehead over the Nederrijn (Lower Rhine River), creating an Allied invasion route into northern Germany.
The operation succeeded in capturing the Dutch cities of Eindhoven and Nijmegen along with many towns, and a few V-2 rocket launching sites. It failed in its most important objective; securing the bridge over the Rhine at Arnhem.
Richard Attenborough, took on the heavy task to portray this operation as best as he possibly could in 1977, this movie has some inaccuracies that irked historians for many years. This fan cut, released on 80 years after Operation Market Garden, is my attempt at fixing some of those inaccuracies.
https://youtu.be/KxghivpUOR0