Did you ever use the military can opener? Very efficient I think I will dig mine out. We called it the P-38. Most of us had one on our dog tag chain. Someone said the 38 meant you had to work it 38 times to go around one ‘C’ Ration can. I never counted. It is a neat little opener. We carried one when we backpacked.
Anyway in the last six months I have got so disgusted I paid $7.95 for a name brand can opener. It opened about five cans then started slipping. The Big plastic handle was spinning on the knurled shaft. Being the Mr. Fixit that I am, I drilled thru the handle and shaft and riveted it together. GREAT, in about five cans the gears started unmeshing and not turning the can. Sherry found if you turned it backwards it did okay. Then in a little while that gave out. I went back to the el-cheapo, it is working just fine.
Evelyn got one of those fancy dancy things you lay on top of the can, press a button and it goes around by itself, I might have to try that and give up a little storage space. If you have any advice let me know!!!! Ain’t got room for the wall kind or the standup electric jobber do’s.
As you can guess this is a sort of a solitary life, somewhat like someone described ‘as being alone in a crowd.’ So there is basically no reason for anyone to knock on our door. Had a knock yesterday, it was someone selling papers for the winter, I explained we will not be here all winter.
Now we are not complete hermits. It is sort of a thrill to camp next to someone you know every once in awhile. So this week is unique. Our favorite Preacher, who I am trying to call Wayne, and his wife Juanita are in the same Camp Ground. Now we will be doing some visiting. It is a nice break and the fellowship is wonderful, they are some of the good guys.
Growing up in a church family everybody’s first name was Brother or Sister i.e. Brother Carter and Sister Carter. Even close friends never used first names it was Brother or Sister. We even had a Four Square Pastor once who everybody just called Brother and Sister. No names following.
There is another special time of the year coming up. Don & Evelyn come down from NC and we usually get to spend two or three weeks in the same park, that is a lot of fun. Then in the Spring they drop back by for another week or so when they head North.
Calling an illegal alien an 'undocumented immigrant' is like calling a drug dealer an 'unlicensed pharmacist, in my humble opinion.
Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together? If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress theopposite of progress?
If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?