FBecigneul
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And juvenile use of the English language will make one seem, well, childish.
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40-odd years ago I was in a learning phase and I asked this 90-some yr-old happy (gleefull, actually) millionaire "so what''s the secret??"
He leaned in and stated with total sincerity "never grow up"
A few hrs later, as I was leaving he hollered "if you make it past 50 without growing up, you don't have to!"
He was right
He leaned in and stated with total sincerity "never grow up"
A few hrs later, as I was leaving he hollered "if you make it past 50 without growing up, you don't have to!"
He was right
Hunter
Chasin' the Sunset
Reminds me of something a friend said to me years ago (when I was well into my adult years), "What are you going to do when you grow up?"
FBecigneul
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Hey Greg,
I had an uncle who was also a millionaire thanks to prohibition. He was on the Canadian side of the Detroit River and said he knew every inch of that river in the dark as that was when he did the running. He built a large hotel complete with ball room and extensive dining room. He dug a canal so his boats, I think he had eight, could run right in and out. To disguise the canal he built summer homes on both sides of the canal and he rented those out. He was always happy and gleeful in his later years around we children. Mom said he was eccentric. Later I found eccentric was akin to crazy but with money you were eccentric. Later he built the Elmwood Casino in Windsor. Both building are still in operation but not with our family as they were both sold when he died.
http://swoda.uwindsor.ca/node/2193
I had an uncle who was also a millionaire thanks to prohibition. He was on the Canadian side of the Detroit River and said he knew every inch of that river in the dark as that was when he did the running. He built a large hotel complete with ball room and extensive dining room. He dug a canal so his boats, I think he had eight, could run right in and out. To disguise the canal he built summer homes on both sides of the canal and he rented those out. He was always happy and gleeful in his later years around we children. Mom said he was eccentric. Later I found eccentric was akin to crazy but with money you were eccentric. Later he built the Elmwood Casino in Windsor. Both building are still in operation but not with our family as they were both sold when he died.
http://swoda.uwindsor.ca/node/2193
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Early 80's I was working as a gunsmith in a store owned by a 29yr veteran of the local police force. Sergeant XXX was an acquaintance who became a friend but at that time he was just "My New Boss"...
I was driving a '72 Nova with meaty "50's" jammed in under the fenders by jacking it up with air-shocks, big ol' aluminum sidepipes. It sounded mean but ran like a slug.
Somehow I acquired a "new ride".... a '69 Camaro RS/SS, lowered, all primer grey. The one with the panels on the hood. It too sounded mean with a 327....
I was headed in to open the store one morning and I met him in his cruiser coming off shift. Just as he went by me I heard a wROOWRrROWWW!RRrrr r r r r and looked in the mirror to see a cloud of smoke and his headlites blinking at me. He passed me full throttle, blipped his horn, brodied the next corner and was GONE....
I got to the store and he was parked out front, setting on his hood at the end of a big black J-Hook tapping his boot and scowling..... still smelled the burnt rubber.
"What? You a PUSSY???"
"huhh?"
"I gave you 5 blinks and held back to the count of five..... YOU A PUSSY or is that thing as slow as your Nova??"
???
!!!
I hain't seen him in 30yrs.....
He's in his 80's now, probably still has his '70 'Cuda Shaker and I'm betting could still outdrive me on a bad day.
Da'GUM.... if he wasn't 2900 miles away I'd go over there tonite....
OHhhhhh, you'se guys would've HATED on him.....
I was driving a '72 Nova with meaty "50's" jammed in under the fenders by jacking it up with air-shocks, big ol' aluminum sidepipes. It sounded mean but ran like a slug.
Somehow I acquired a "new ride".... a '69 Camaro RS/SS, lowered, all primer grey. The one with the panels on the hood. It too sounded mean with a 327....
I was headed in to open the store one morning and I met him in his cruiser coming off shift. Just as he went by me I heard a wROOWRrROWWW!RRrrr r r r r and looked in the mirror to see a cloud of smoke and his headlites blinking at me. He passed me full throttle, blipped his horn, brodied the next corner and was GONE....
I got to the store and he was parked out front, setting on his hood at the end of a big black J-Hook tapping his boot and scowling..... still smelled the burnt rubber.
"What? You a PUSSY???"
"huhh?"
"I gave you 5 blinks and held back to the count of five..... YOU A PUSSY or is that thing as slow as your Nova??"
???
!!!
I hain't seen him in 30yrs.....
He's in his 80's now, probably still has his '70 'Cuda Shaker and I'm betting could still outdrive me on a bad day.
Da'GUM.... if he wasn't 2900 miles away I'd go over there tonite....
OHhhhhh, you'se guys would've HATED on him.....
Francis
cool. Now I know why you are such a staid individual...guilt feelings about your uncle!
cool. Now I know why you are such a staid individual...guilt feelings about your uncle!