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To Those of Us Born Between 1925-1970
An email I recieved

Posted on 02/06/2010 8:02:54 AM PST by Dallas

No matter what our kids and the new generation think about us, WE ARE AWESOME !!! OUR LIFE IS LIVING PROOF !!!    
To Those of    Us Born   1925 - 1970  :
 
 
At the end of this email is a quote of the month by Jay Leno.. If you don't read anything else, please    
read what he said.
 
Very well stated, Mr.. Leno.
~~~~~~~~~
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE
1930s, '40s, '50s, '60s and '70s!!  

 

First, we survived being born to mothers who may have smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant
 
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.
 
Then, after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies
in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
 
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets, and, when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps, not helmets, on our heads.  
As infants and children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes.

 
Riding in the back of a pick- up truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.

 
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.

 
We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter, and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And we weren't overweight..  
WHY?
 
Because we were always outside playing...that's why!
 
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
--And, we were OKAY.

 
We would spend hours building
our go-carts out of scraps and then ride them down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes... After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

 
We did not have Play Stations, Nintendos and X boxes. There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVDs, no surround-sound or CDs, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms...

 
WE HAD FRIENDS
 and we went outside and found  them!
 


We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from those accidents.  
We would get spankings with wooden spoons, switches, ping-pong paddles, or just a bare hand, and no one would call child services to report abuse.

   
We ate worms, and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.  
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls, and  
-although we were told it would happen- we did not put out very many eyes.


   We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.
  Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team.
Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.  Imagine that!!    
  The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!  

 
These generations have produced some of the best  risk-takers, problem solvers, and inventors ever.  
The past 50 to 85 years have seen an explosion of innovation and new ideas..  
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.  
 

If YOU are one of those born between 1925-1970, CONGRATULATIONS!  
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good.  
  While you are at it, forward it to your kids, so they will know how brave and lucky their parents were.  
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it ?
~~~~~~~
The quote of the month  by
Jay Leno:
   "With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?"  

 For those that prefer to think that God is not watching over us.....go ahead and delete this.  
For the rest of us. ...pass this on...  



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1 posted on 02/06/2010 8:02:55 AM PST by Dallas
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To: Dallas

Born 1955. I had some great chilhood years!


2 posted on 02/06/2010 8:06:55 AM PST by Focault's Pendulum (He's just a clueless hump. A dangerous clueless hump.)
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To: Dallas

bump


3 posted on 02/06/2010 8:07:48 AM PST by nmh (Intelligent people recognize Intelligent Design (God).)
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To: Dallas

Baby Boomer bttt ...


4 posted on 02/06/2010 8:08:19 AM PST by oh8eleven (RVN '67-'68)
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To: Dallas

HOW TO CALL THE POLICE WHEN YOU’RE OLD AND DON’T MOVE FAST ANYMORE.

George Phillips, an elderly man, from Meridian, Mississippi, was going up to bed, when his wife told him that he’d left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. George opened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things.

He phoned the police, who asked “Is someone in your house?”
He said “No,” but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me.

Then the police dispatcher said “All patrols are busy. You should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available..”

George said, “Okay.”

He hung up the phone and counted to 30. Then he phoned the police again.

“Hello,I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed.. Well, you don’t have to worry about them now because I just shot and killed them both, the dogs are eating them right now” and he hung up.

Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic, and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips’

residence, and caught the burglars red-handed.

One of the Policemen said to George , “I thought you said that you’d shot them!”

George said, “I thought you said there was nobody available!”


5 posted on 02/06/2010 8:09:17 AM PST by SandRat (Duty, Honor, Country! What else needs said?)
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To: Dallas

those were the days my friend, i wish they never end...


6 posted on 02/06/2010 8:11:25 AM PST by ronnied
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To: SandRat

LMAO


7 posted on 02/06/2010 8:12:07 AM PST by Dallas
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To: Focault's Pendulum

Me too. It was safe. I actually went downtown at age 11 on Friday and Saturday nights to volunteer at the symphony in exchange for a free seat. I rode the bus home at 10 pm afterward and never was afraid.


8 posted on 02/06/2010 8:14:27 AM PST by esquirette (If we do not know our own worldview, we will accept theirs.)
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To: SandRat

A much appreciated laugh.


9 posted on 02/06/2010 8:15:31 AM PST by Focault's Pendulum (He's just a clueless hump. A dangerous clueless hump.)
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To: ronnied
I sure screwed up my kids (in my thinking) that they would have a better life than I did.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

10 posted on 02/06/2010 8:15:56 AM PST by Dallas
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To: Dallas

Ahhh, reminising. I just made the cut off! I remember we weren’t ALLOWED to stay in the house if it was a nice day out.

My goodness, we had fun!! We built a boys fort and a girls fort in the pool area, that way we were allowed to sleep outside!!


11 posted on 02/06/2010 8:18:38 AM PST by NoGrayZone
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To: Dallas

1953 checking in.

I would get on my bike in the morning, come home for lunch, then peddle off again. We lived in Bloomfield, NJ, a suburb of Newark. We’d explore different towns. Once, we found an F-86 Sabre jet plane that had been put on a pedestal in a park. War surplus, I guess. We spend the afternoon climbing up, in, and over it! I think it was in Belleville. Maybe East Orange.

We moved to the “country” in 1962. My Dad left for work early in the morning. He dropped me off at my favorite fishin’ spot at about 6:00 a.m. I’d catch a few “sunnys,” walk home, clean & gut ‘em, and put ‘em in the fridge. That was dinner. Then, I’d walk to where the canoe was parked and paddle over to the beach. I’d hang out with friends all afternoon. Everyone’s transistor was tuned to WABC, and we listened to music, played cards, splashed around in the lake ‘til it was time to paddle home to cook the morning’s catch.

There were days when I’d come home early to watch Soupy Sales; funniest stuff I ever saw.

I’m not ashamed to say that I had the world’s greatest childhood.

My family and I did all this with little or no money.

Like my Mom once told me: “We don’t go on vacations because we LIVE where people go on vacation.”

Yeah, I lived through all that.

Amazing


12 posted on 02/06/2010 8:19:03 AM PST by Peter W. Kessler (Dirt is for racing... asphalt is for getting there.)
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To: Peter W. Kessler

Peddle?

No... pedal.


13 posted on 02/06/2010 8:19:54 AM PST by Peter W. Kessler (Dirt is for racing... asphalt is for getting there.)
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To: Dallas

I so understand.


14 posted on 02/06/2010 8:22:02 AM PST by kimmie7 (THE CROSS - Today, Tomorrow and Always!)
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To: Peter W. Kessler

Are you peddling your ass around town or pedaling your ass around town??


15 posted on 02/06/2010 8:22:34 AM PST by RaceBannon (OBAMA'S HEALTH CARE IS SHOVEL READY...FOR SENIORS!!:: NObama. Not my president.)
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To: esquirette
Me too. It was safe. I actually went downtown at age 11 on Friday and Saturday nights

I grew up in downtown Jersey City, not too far from the Holland Tunnel. Just about the same age I would regularly take the Path Train I (We called it the Tubes) into Manhattan and just walk around. No one ever bothered me.

Today, kids of our age reference have to be kept on a leash to protect them from the insidious individuals our loose society has created.

16 posted on 02/06/2010 8:22:49 AM PST by Focault's Pendulum (He's just a clueless hump. A dangerous clueless hump.)
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To: Focault's Pendulum
I hear ya...

I grew up in a small town where everone knew everyone else's business.

I was held accountable by EVERY adult in town. If I did anything wrong, my parents knew about it before I got home.

I behaved, because I would never want to shame my parents. I couldn't wait to move away from there,....now I'd give anything to have it all back.

17 posted on 02/06/2010 8:22:59 AM PST by Dallas
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To: Dallas

WWII baby; dad got home on leave (at least once!).


18 posted on 02/06/2010 8:23:48 AM PST by JimRed ("Hey, hey, Teddy K., hot enough down there today?" TERM LIMITS, NOW AND FOREVER!)
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To: RaceBannon; neverdem; firebrand; rmlew; Yehuda; PARodrig; Clemenza; Reaganite1984; nutmeg

ping


19 posted on 02/06/2010 8:24:12 AM PST by Cacique (quos Deus vult perdere, prius dementat ( Islamia Delenda Est ))
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To: NoGrayZone
I remember we weren’t ALLOWED to stay in the house if it was a nice day out.

LOL...that's a classic

20 posted on 02/06/2010 8:24:28 AM PST by Dallas
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To: Dallas

Most of my childhood was in the 80s, which was really the last of the “classic” decades. Many of my teachers were ladies that began teaching in the 1950s. We had cap guns, played outside, got dirty, traveled miles from home on our bikes, didn’t wear helmets, etc.


21 posted on 02/06/2010 8:24:40 AM PST by Yardstick
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To: JimRed
WWII baby; dad got home on leave (at least once!).

Any siblings?

22 posted on 02/06/2010 8:25:04 AM PST by Focault's Pendulum (He's just a clueless hump. A dangerous clueless hump.)
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To: Dallas
No one was able to reach us all day. --And, we were OKAY.

Ahhh...what memories. Born in 1958. During the Summer months all my Mom asked of us was was that we use our heads, don't get in trouble and be home for supper, washed up and seated on time.

I was always home on time for supper, washed and seated at 6:30 pm. The rest...hey, I tried.

23 posted on 02/06/2010 8:26:01 AM PST by Bloody Sam Roberts (An armed man is a citizen. An unarmed man is a subject.)
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To: Dallas

Yep, in the summer we left the house just after sunup and came home at dark. Parents didn’t know where we were or what we were doing. Had a blast. Filled them in on the details later.


24 posted on 02/06/2010 8:26:03 AM PST by Texas resident (Hunkered Down)
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To: SandRat

25 posted on 02/06/2010 8:28:37 AM PST by musicman (Until I see the REAL Long Form Vault BC, he's just "PRES__ENT" Obama = Without "ID")
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To: Dallas

Born in ‘32 and trying to get the country back to those freedoms and non mommy states.
Go Sarah

Al


26 posted on 02/06/2010 8:30:08 AM PST by UpToHere
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To: Dallas
1950 here. I remember being able to go trick or treating on Halloween night with just friends. We'd be out and about for hours, it seemed. And parents didn't hold our hands and tag along. They were too busy at home handing out candy.

I was fortunate in that my parents became members of the new community pool in 1958. Me and my friends would literally get to the pool at 10:00 am for swim team practice and stay and swim all day till we decided to wander home around 3 or so. Many times, we'd head back over to the pool after dinner.

27 posted on 02/06/2010 8:30:21 AM PST by 3catsanadog (If healthcare reform is passed, 41 years old will be the new 65 YO.)
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To: Peter W. Kessler
Great story...

Every family had a charge account at the only store in our town.

During the summer (or after school) we'd just go load up on candy, sodas, and bubble gum and just sign the charge slip. AND we never abused it.

28 posted on 02/06/2010 8:33:07 AM PST by Dallas
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To: SandRat

Last year I had to call 911 (P.G. County, MD) for a bad traffic accident on my street and no one answered. I redialed and after about 10 rings someone answered. If it had been any problem involving violence, shooting would have been easier.


29 posted on 02/06/2010 8:35:16 AM PST by PLMerite (Ride to the sound of the Guns - I'll probably need help.)
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To: Bloody Sam Roberts
Oh yeah...sundown was curfew.

I don't ever remember being late.

30 posted on 02/06/2010 8:37:20 AM PST by Dallas
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To: Texas resident

It don’t get any better than that....


31 posted on 02/06/2010 8:38:13 AM PST by Dallas
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To: Dallas

1957


32 posted on 02/06/2010 8:38:26 AM PST by South40 ("Islam has a long tradition of tolerance." ~Hussein Obama, June 4, 2009, Cairo, Egypt)
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To: Dallas
I grew up in a small town where everone knew everyone else's business.... If I did anything wrong, my parents knew about it before I got home.

Boy, wasn't that the truth! I'm laughing (now) at the memories.

33 posted on 02/06/2010 8:38:53 AM PST by sima_yi ( Reporting live from the People's Republic of Boulder)
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To: Dallas

Born in 1951. When I was in college my uncle died and I went home for the funeral. I went to the local shoe store as I needed some new winter boots. I asked to charge them to my parent’s account. The saleslady called upstairs to the accounting office and then turned to me and asked ‘are you in town for your uncle’s funeral?’. I appreciate all that the earlier decades offered us. I am sad that kids these days won’t know the freedoms and the liberties that we knew. Small Town America does still exist but it isn’t as safe or as free as it once was.


34 posted on 02/06/2010 8:40:07 AM PST by originalbuckeye
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To: 3catsanadog

The simple life....no stress, no worries, no trying to fit in.


35 posted on 02/06/2010 8:40:41 AM PST by Dallas
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To: Dallas

Great post. Made me smile remembering happier days.


36 posted on 02/06/2010 8:41:50 AM PST by Psalm 144 (HealthControl - the new euthanasia, all the way from Chicago to your family.)
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To: originalbuckeye
Your story gives the term "community" real meaning.

Hell, I don't even know my neighbor's name....LOL

37 posted on 02/06/2010 8:44:31 AM PST by Dallas
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To: Yardstick
"Most of my childhood was in the 80s

Me too. Remember when MTV first hit the scene??? It was so strange to see what the singers looked like "in person".

38 posted on 02/06/2010 8:44:38 AM PST by NoGrayZone
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To: Dallas

Yes. And my dad’s family had lived in that town for generations. That doesn’t much happen anymore does it?


39 posted on 02/06/2010 8:47:06 AM PST by originalbuckeye
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To: Dallas

This was not written by Jay Leno, nor David Letterman, who it was also attributed to, but by Craig Smith.
Nice sentiments though. Born in 46


40 posted on 02/06/2010 8:47:08 AM PST by Dr. Bogus Pachysandra ( Ya can't pick up a turd by the clean end!)
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To: Dallas
Born 1929.

Great life..What didn't kill me made me stronger. ( I don't know who first said that, but I found it to be true.)

41 posted on 02/06/2010 8:51:00 AM PST by BARLF
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To: Peter W. Kessler
1956-'er here... Remember these sting rays we used to ride everywhere?


42 posted on 02/06/2010 8:52:11 AM PST by tflabo (Restore the Republic)
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To: Dallas

Buckey Covington sings a great song nearly identical to your post. Give it a listen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AlrFOBmdVI


43 posted on 02/06/2010 8:52:33 AM PST by neal1960 (This space for rent.)
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To: tflabo
Check out this story about a Stingray bike.

Beach man plans to donate rare bike, not peddle it to collectors

44 posted on 02/06/2010 8:57:26 AM PST by csvset
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To: Dallas

Born in 39 and had to be home when the street lights went on..sometimes it meant running, cause my parents would be sitting on the porch and notice when the street lights went on......I better be home.......


45 posted on 02/06/2010 9:03:25 AM PST by goat granny
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To: tflabo

58 here, and I had one just like that, same color even. Must have put a million miles on it.


46 posted on 02/06/2010 9:05:32 AM PST by davetex (Arm up, Ammo up, Practice up, We're on our own.)
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To: ronnied

Born 1927. And those years after were good. There are some things better today, but in many of the most important areas I would seriously question if we are better off.


47 posted on 02/06/2010 9:06:29 AM PST by mulligan
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To: originalbuckeye
No it doesn't.

Sadly, we only return to our hometowns for funerals now.

48 posted on 02/06/2010 9:10:15 AM PST by Dallas
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To: NoGrayZone

Oh yeah, I had a friend with cable and I remember watching MTV in its first few weeks. Man that was a long time ago.


49 posted on 02/06/2010 9:11:49 AM PST by Yardstick
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To: Dallas
Born in 1962, towards the end of the range quoted above but everything mentioned in the article was true for me. I remember running home from school (no school buses) about 15 blocks, throwing my books on the kitchen table, grabbing a Hostess Twinkie and running back outside to play until it got dark. I'd jump on my bike and barrel down city streets, jumping off the bike before it even stopped moving and letting it crash into the bushes while I joined a pickup stickball or street hockey game. We'd put trash barrels in the street so that motorists had to stop. If they didn't back up and take a different route, we'd eventually move the barrels for them to let them through.

In the winter, we'd be outdoors constantly. They warned us to stay away from the frozen lakes down at the marsh but we went anyway, yes, we'd occasionally crash through the thin ice and we'd run home with our wet clothes freezing on the way home. But we'd change our clothes and be right back down there again.

I remember summer days where we'd be out of doors from morning to dark with mothers (didn't matter what house) handing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and cups of "bug juice" to us out the window so we didn't have to go inside even for lunch. Somehow, nobody was allergic to peanut butter in those days. If any of us did dare to venture inside the house on a nice day, we'd be immediately put to work. So we learned to stay away! Forget about sitting around the house watching TV. During the week, Mom was watching her soap operas and on the weekends, Dad was watching his ballgames. The only time we got to watch TV was for Saturday morning cartoons and wrestling and maybe an hour or two before bedtime where we'd watch the Partridge Family, The Brady Bunch, Dragnet, Adam-12, or maybe a John Wayne movie.

On the really hot days, we'd sit on a picnic table in somebody's yard in the shade, playing endless games of Monopoly, Risk or checkers/chess. Board games were big in those days. Otherwise, we were on our bikes all over town.

There was always a portable radio around tuned to the local Top 40 AM station. They would play the same hit songs endlessly so that even 35 years later, I can call up songs in my head like "Billy, Don't Be A Hero," "Seasons In The Sun," "Love Will Keep Us Together", "The Night Chicago Died" and "Fox On The Run" even though I haven't actually heard those songs in decades!

During the summer of 1975, I remember riding in the back of my uncle's open pickup all the way from Boston to Alabama with five other kids and a dog. While we were in Tennessee, we drove through a thunderstorm and my uncle pulled off to the side under an overpass somewhere on I-81 so those of us in the back could get some shelter and dry off. If we tried something like that today, my uncle would be arrested before he made the Mass/Conn border!

50 posted on 02/06/2010 9:13:23 AM PST by SamAdams76 (I am 39 days away from outliving Jim Jones)
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