City folks may need to stay in the city.
- Thread starter Faulkner
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I was out at the farm last evening shooting some handguns. Off in the distance, in different directions I could hear others doing the same thing. I thought, aint' this great. Around here, we affectionately refer to those from the city as c-f-ers. No offense intended.
Quite a few airfields of the wagon wheel and triangle shaped with the 3,800 ft main popped up in the years around WWII in Dade and Broward. Some became college campuses or just incorporated into suburbia yet people who moved right next to the ones still around insist on wondering and complaining about why are they there and not someplace else?
Hey DGrip, I worked just south of OpaLocka airport in the warehouse district during the '80s when the air shows were there. The limited sight distance meant I would catch the low level maneuvers out of the corner of my eye and hit the deck before I knew what happened. Could not hear them until they were right on me.
Hey DGrip, I worked just south of OpaLocka airport in the warehouse district during the '80s when the air shows were there. The limited sight distance meant I would catch the low level maneuvers out of the corner of my eye and hit the deck before I knew what happened. Could not hear them until they were right on me.
I quite often hear a neighbor shooting his machine gun.. Registered??...darned if I know and darned if I care. Seems like every time I shoot on my range he gets a gun out too. Course if he brought it over..I'd help him waste ammo too.
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JoseyWales2
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During my college years on visits back home, I noticed that some folks (likely non-locals) had built some McMansions on the very far outskirts of town... near the local rendering plant. Need I say more. Now if you think live hogs, cattle, horses and sheep smell bad, you should get a whiff of this place. And also take note of this fact, it was a small plant that did not operate every day, thus things tended to "pile up" in an outdoor holding area for a day or two sometimes. I never had an inside source to the local LEOS, so I don't know how many complaints were called in, but I'm sure there were more than a few.
Rastoff
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I love your stories about the job and what you have to deal with. Did you really tell him to "suck it up"?
I would pay good money to have seen his face when you said that.
One day I will be in Little Rock again. I would like to buy you lunch.
DeathGrip
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Grandpa had a welding and fabrication shop on the south side over by the blimp hanger.
Granddad was a Airframe mechanic for Pan Am in Miami. He lived just south of Miami Airport.
My Dad grew up in Miami and used to drag race at Amelia Earhart. Not to mention street racing on Ponce.
Things sure changed. We moved up to West Broward to get away from Miami, Shoulda went further.
m1gunner
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Roosters are the original snooze alarm. If someone can't sleep because of the crowing, they have problems that eliminating roosters will not fix.
The reason I won't keep roosters is they get aggressive and attack when you least expect it, like when you are all under a car fixing something, then....wham!
The reason I won't keep roosters is they get aggressive and attack when you least expect it, like when you are all under a car fixing something, then....wham!
One of my neighbors brought home a rooster a few weeks ago and the bugger starts up at 4am [emoji33]She solved that by keeping the chickens in the hen house til 8.Simple[emoji1]
DeathGrip
US Veteran
I'd wait a while longer before I pronounced that problem solved.
KLYDE
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Cop calling idiots. I put up with them every day.
m1gunner
US Veteran
Our local SO says they prefer we call than not. Thy rather have an uneventful dispatch rather than trying to figure out what happened and who started shooting first.
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Faulkner
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I love your stories about the job and what you have to deal with. Did you really tell him to "suck it up"?
One day I will be in Little Rock again. I would like to buy you lunch.
I did indeed tell him "suck it up" was an option, but I did it in a professional sort of way.
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Buncha years ago, the locals couldn't believe the lack of common sense of the new guy who said the locals needed stuff like "deeds", "titles" and "surveys" to live on, work, or farm his "land". Now the current locals can't believe that the new guy is pushing out the local flora, fauna and farms to build subdivisions and big houses. Whoever has the political juice controls the future of all "property", whether that's alcohol, drugs, land, water....Whatever.
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Your mention of the Eastern Shore brings back memories. I wsas in the Army but was stationed at the Cape Charles Air Force Station from 1962 to 64. When I got there, the bridge-tunnel wasn't finished yet and on Sundays cars were backed up a mile waiting to get on the ferry. It was incredibly primitive; I grew up in rural Connecticut and dimly remember before the war the little town we went to for groceriss. It had the same amosphere as most towns on the Easten Shore in the '60s. Nothing had changed. The Air Force guys from urban areas almost went nuts there; there wasn't even a pizza place. Someplace up the road, probably Nassawadox, was said to have pizza. We visited it; the pizza came with a crust, cheese and tomato sauce, no topping, and they cut it in squares instead of pie fashion We didn't go back. There was seafood though; Chez 13 hadn't achieved fame yet, it was just a fairly good restaurant. At the junction of the road to Cape Charles and Route 13, there was a combination drug store and restaurant that had a wonderful crab bisque. The thought of it makes my mouth water 60 years later.
And there was Cliff's, in the town of Oyster. Cliff's wasn't fancy; you didn't want to use the men's room if you had a hole in the sole of your shoe, and the pot holding the steamed clams might be dented, but those clams came out of the sea yesterday. The Air Force IG visited it during an innspetion and declared it off limits for sanitary reasons. The Squadron Commander liked the place and put it back on limits the day after.
I was glad to leave, it was pretty confining. The only good I got out of it was a wonderwife and two kids. I lost the wife about 10 years ago, but the kids, now in their 50s, are still great.
I've only been back a couple of times, mostly for funerals. Once in the late 1970s, the place was dying. Most of the houses were vacant and the stores along the main street were boarded up. There was only one functioning restaurant in the town. Ten years later the change was enormous. Apparently Norfolk had discovered the Eastern Shore and bought summer places there. The houses were lived in and the grounds manicured. Businesses were flourishing. The local Coast Guard station was kept busy fishing people out of the water who didn't know how to operate their boats. When I got home I sent the Cape Charles Historical Society all the slides I'd taken of Cape Charles and the Radar Squadron. They were glad to get them.
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Your mention of the Eastern Shore brings back memories. I wsas in the Army but was stationed at the Cape Charles Air Force Station from 1962 to 64. When I got there, the bridge-tunnel wasn't finished yet and on Sundays cars were backed up a mile waiting to get on the ferry. It was incredibly primitive; I grew up in rural Connecticut and dimly remember before the war the little town we went to for groceriss. It had the same amosphere as most towns on the Easten Shore in the '60s. Nothing had changed. The Air Force guys from urban areas almost went nuts there; there wasn't even a pizza place. Someplace up the road, probably Nassawadox, was said to have pizza. We visited it; the pizza came with a crust, cheese and tomato sauce, no topping, and they cut it in squares instead of pie fashion We didn't go back. There was seafood though; Chez 13 hadn't achieved fame yet, it was just a fairly good restaurant. At the junction of the road to Cape Charles and Route 13, there was a combination drug store and restaurant that had a wonderful crab bisque. The thought of it makes my mouth water 60 years later.
And there was Cliff's, in the town of Oyster. Cliff's wasn't fancy; you didn't want to use the men's room if you had a hole in the sole of your shoe, and the pot holding the steamed clams might be dented, but those clams came out of the sea yesterday. The Air Force IG visited it during an innspetion and declared it off limits for sanitary reasons. The Squadron Commander liked the place and put it back on limits the day after.
I was glad to leave, it was pretty confining. The only good I got out of it was a wonderwife and two kids. I lost the wife about 10 years ago, but the kids, now in their 50s, are still great.
I've only been back a couple of times, mostly for funerals. Once in the late 1970s, the place was dying. Most of the houses were vacant and the stores along the main street were boarded up. There was only one functioning restaurant in the town. Ten years later the change was enormous. Apparently Norfolk had discovered the Eastern Shore and bought summer places there. The houses were lived in and the grounds manicured. Businesses were flourishing. The local Coast Guard station was kept busy fishing people out of the water who didn't know how to operate their boats. When I got home I sent the Cape Charles Historical Society all the slides I'd taken of Cape Charles and the Radar Squadron. They were glad to get them.
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model70hunter
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dswancutt, it is the Rolla, Mo track I'm talking about.
Incredibly primitive Yep that was the Eastern Shore... All of it when I was a kid. I knew of a couple small towns you could only get to by land at low tide..not a joke. Heck I'm related to about 70% of the people who are Eastern Shore natives..in one form or another. My family settled on the Eastern Shore in the early 1660s,,,so the gene pool is shallow as they say. The county I grew up in had 15000 people from the first census till about 1980..then it started changing..about 1995 it really got into gear so we left shortly after..My father was a Chesapeake bay waterman as was I part time.Keeping my license until 2008 through my daughters address..I truly do NOT like seafood..I had to eat it all the time as a kid. I got my first deer in 1960...and never looked back..Real meat!!!
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Faulkner
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The biggest concern I have about new "rural housing communities", that up scale city folks are relocating to in droves so they can experiance rural living, is that they seem to build on the best of the best in farmland.
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Where do these "city folk" think there food comes from? Reminds me of Chevy Chase's movie Funny Farm. I don't know about anybody else but, when I'm looking for a new home, I do some basic research on the area and then decide if it's where I want to live.
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