We had a shoe repair shop on the main street of our City. When I walked the beat I would stop in and chat with the owner. I loved the smell of the shop from the leather, dyes, glue, etc.
We had a shoe repair shop on the main street of our City. When I walked the beat I would stop in and chat with the owner. I loved the smell of the shop from the leather, dyes, glue, etc.
That's so hilarious! Like hiding under your desk will save you from a nuclear bomb?
That's so hilarious! Like hiding under your desk will save you from a nuclear bomb?
Sorta like putting your head between your legs in a plane that's going down!
It's just to kiss your butt goodbye. lol
We did it in grammar school too during the cold war, obviously they never told us what it was for except for "tornados"?Wasn't hilarious at that time.
A P-51 on a low pass at Valle, AZ airport a few years back...
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This is about ten miles south of Tillamook. I can't drive by without stopping in and saying hello. My kind of grocery store! An he had a bunch of ammo, relatively speaking, but all in oddball calibers.