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Posted on 06/24/2018 1:43:20 PM PDT by Vision
Friends it's Sunday night again and time to relax. Warm up the tubes for another 4 hours of classic radio Americana.
Info *tonight's show will be available at the "Info" link starting tomorrow.
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7 p.m. Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar
The Curse Of Kamoshek Matter Pts 3 & 4 (CBS, Original air date September 5, 1956)(Running time 28:30)
7:30 p.m. Our Miss Brooks
Heat Wave (CBS, Original air date August 7, 1949)(Running time 29:32)
8 p.m. Gunsmoke
Greater Love (CBS, Original air date April 10, 1954)(Running time 24:55)
8:30 p.m. Dragnet
The Big Sorrow (NBC, Original air date December 27, 1951)(Running time 26:06)
9 p.m. Suspense
The Last Days Of John Dillinger (CBS, Original air date May 10, 1954)(Running time 29:27)
9:30 p.m. Listeners Choice adventure winner: Escape
A Shipment of Mute Fate (CBS, Original air date July 7, 1950)(Running time 29:30)
10 p.m. Studio One
Hay Fever (CBS, Original air date June 3, 1947)(Running time 59:40)
The lineup is solid...Our Miss Brooks...a wonderful 9pm hour (wish it was 10pm) of Suspense into Escape...then Studio One I don't know about but hope for the best...
How's it going?
Hi, Vision! I’m running late today—late run to the store and having to re-do my weather reports for Arkansas due to a change in the forecast. :-/
How’s it going?
Hi Gina, all’s good other than wanting to take a last minute trip down to Lexington, VA.
Evening, folks, just got back in town..........
Hey, what you been up to? Feeling good?
HAHAHAHAHA!!! As the millenials might say, “I know, RIGHT?!” :-D
Back in town? Where you been, Viking? It’s good to see you.
Score! What a cool batch of fine rocks!
I’m sorry you got crossways with the trimmer. I’m always scaredy when I use those, wearing leather gloves and ritualistically keeping my hands behind the guard on the thing. They’re serious!
Glad you had a good time in Georgia, though. :-)
Seriously varied selection from a single location!.....A
re you a lapidary?
I went to orvis.com and watched a lot of their how-to videos. I thought the actual casting/retrieving mechanics of it would be daunting, but that was the easy part. Fly fishing is a whole other ballgame than spinning or baitcasting. Two gazillion different flies, presentations, three different kinds of line on the reel arbor, and those tippets are so thin they make a forearm hair look like braided rope. It took me 15 minutes just to thread one onto a #10 barbless hook. I’ve hooked brown trout in creeks before, but on light spinning tackle. It isn’t Daddy’s spincast combo with a red wiggler on the hook. But the frustration of that part of the trip was offset by the sheer amount of emeralds, rubies, amethysts and the like we sluiced out of the ore at the mine. I dare say we hit ‘the mother lode’.
No, I’m not, but I read up on it a little before we left. Apparently, the mountains in Georgia/Carolinas have a lot of gold and gems in them. Ours are all uncut, of course, and need a better appraisal, but these folks seemed to know what they were talking about, and this particular place has been featured on The Travel Channel, as well as being in several topic-specific publications, so having said that, I’ll take their word for it for now. Some of the lesser gemstones, like the rose and smoky quartz, Tiger’s Eye, aquamarine, etc., are fairly obvious. But the hills in that region are also known to produce emeralds, garnets, amethysts, topaz and rubies. Some people sit in chairs in the creek at the mine, and just pan the runoff from where the dredges lost excess raw ore, and come up big. Whether we were lucky or not, I don’t know. And Gina, I wanted to get as much done outside as I possibly could - mowing the back 40, weedeating, brush hogging, getting all the hedges trimmed, all of that, before we left. I didn’t want to come home today and have all of it staring me in the face under 90+ degree heat, so I even worked in a torrential downpour to muscle through it. Which is why I wasn’t wearing work gloves when the clippers tried to eat me - I was so soaked to the bone, my shoes were squishing and my gloves were so soggy I couldn’t hold on to any of the power lawn equipment, so I took my gloves off. And that, Your Honor, is how the fight started. LOL!
Well, at least you’re a trooper, Viking! :-D
Meh. A ‘trooper’ with 9 1/2 fingers at the moment. I hope I don’t get an infection or gangrene. It is not a pretty sight.
Bummer! I’m sorry you DID lose part of a finger!
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