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  1. BUILDING THE B-24 BOMBER DURING WWII Amazing how we could build an entire factory in 18 months for these planes, and produced one complete plane every 55 minutes... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2zukteYbGQ
  2. Ever think about being the limo driver for the US President? Here's the drivers test: C:\Users\Home\Downloads\LimoDriver2017 (1).mp4
  3. Bible Salesman A preacher concluded that his church was getting into very serious financial troubles. While checking the church storeroom, he discovered several cartons of new Bibles that had never been opened and distributed. So at his Sunday sermon, he asked for three volunteers from the congregation who would be willing to sell the Bibles door-to-door for $10 each to raise the desperately-needed money for the church. Jack, Paul and Louie all raised their hands to volunteer for the task. The minister knew that Jack and Paul earned their living as salesmen and were likely capable of selling some Bibles. But he had serious doubts about Louie who was a local farmer, who had always kept to himself because he was embarrassed by his speech impediment. Poor Louis stuttered badly. But, not wanting to discourage Louis, the minister decided to let him try anyway. He sent the three of them away with the back seat of their cars stacked with Bibles. He asked them to meet with him and report the results of their door-to-door selling efforts the following Sunday. Anxious to find out how successful they were, the minister immediately asked Jack, 'Well, Jack, how did you make out selling our Bibles last week?' Proudly handing the minister an envelope, Jack replied, 'Using my sales prowess, I was able to sell 20 Bibles, and here's the $200 I collected on behalf of the church.' 'Fine job, Jack!' The minister said, vigorously shaking his hand. 'You are indeed a fine salesman and the Church is indebted to you.' Turning to Paul, 'And Paul, how many Bibles did you sell for the church last week?' Paul, smiling and sticking out his chest, confidently replied, 'I am a professional salesman. I sold 28 bibles on behalf of the church, and here's $280 I collected.' The minister responded, 'That's absolutely splendid, Paul. You are truly a professional salesman and the church is indebted to you.' Apprehensively, the minister turned to Louie and said, 'And Louie, did you manage to sell any Bibles last week?' Louie silently offered the minister a large envelope. The minister opened it and counted the contents. 'What is this?' the minister exclaimed. 'Louie, there's $3200 in here! Are you suggesting that you sold 320 Bibles for the church, door to door, in just one week?' Louie just nodded. That's impossible!' both Jack and Paul said in unison. 'We are professional salesmen, yet you claim to have sold 10 times as many Bibles as we could.' 'Yes, this does seem unlikely,' the minister agreed. 'I think you'd better explain how you managed to accomplish this, Louie.' Louie shrugged. 'I-I-I re-re-really do-do-don't kn-kn-know f-f-f-for sh-sh-sh-sure,' he stammered. Impatiently, Peter interrupted. 'For crying out loud, Louie, just tell us what you said to them when they answered the door!' 'A-a-a-all I-I-I s-s-said WA-WA-was,' Louis replied, 'W-w-w-w-would y-y-y-you l-l-l-l-l-like t-t-to b-b-b-buy th-th-th-this b-b-b-b-bible F-f-for t-t-ten b-b-b-bucks ---o-o-o-or--- wo-wo-would yo-you j-j-j-just l-like m-m-me t-t-to St-St-stand h-h-here and r-r-r-r-r-read it t-to y-y-you??'
  4. RAIN, RAIN, RAIN, had to dig out an old pic so I won't forget what gold looks like......
  5. Gotta hand it to you RD, your doing a great job researching those pics. From what little I've been able to find is the name Ahnawake Clinch is Cherokee. My first wifes grandparents could just barely speak English. They had a church about six miles East of Hartshorne,OK. I went there with her one Sunday and that was a different experience for sure. All of the church service was in the Cherokee language.
  6. Life in South Dakota One winter morning a husband and wife in central South Dakota were listening to the radio during breakfast. They heard the announcer Say, "We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the even-numbered side of the street, so the Snowplows can get through." So the good wife went out and moved her car. A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the radio announcer said, "We are expecting 10 to12 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so the Snowplows can get through." The good wife went out and moved her car again. The next week they are again having breakfast, when the radio announcer says, "We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today. You must park...." Then the electric power went out. The good wife was very upset, and with a worried look on her face she said, "Honey, I don't know what to do. Which side of the street do I need to park on so the Snowplows can get through?" With the love and understanding in his voice that all men who are married to blondes exhibit, the husband replied, "Why don't you just leave it in the garage this time."
  7. RD what tribal name did you get for her?
  8. A great looking rifle you have there Sloba. I can't have a rifle or gun here in Brazil it's not allowed. I still have some in a small collection in the USA. Take good care of that rifle and it will take care of you.
  9. A NEW CHRISTMAS POEM TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY, AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR, BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE. I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE, ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME. THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE, I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY. THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE, "SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE, MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS." THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP, I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP. I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL. I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT, THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT. THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE, WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE." ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT. "MERRY CHRISTMAS, MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
  10. Toughj going here RD, having to fight the TSM's daily. Mud, rain and lightening is bad enough but some of the big ranches are now divided up into 20 acre plots and given to the organized group that don't work and throw up shanty towns on the road right of way until the Gov. gives them the free land. Those people don't even allow foot traffic next to their land. What a mess! Still looking for new prospects. Thanks for asking.
  11. The Christmas Party Dick had been in Police work for 25 years. Finally, sick of the stress, he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible. He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise it's total peace and quiet. After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and a huge, bearded man in a red plaid shirt is standing there. 'Name's Cliff, your neighbor from forty miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about 5:00....' 'Great', says Rick, 'after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you.' As Cliff is leaving, he stops. 'Gotta warn you. Be some drinking.' 'Not a problem' says Rick... 'After 25 years in the business, I can drink with the best of 'em'. Again, the big man starts to leave and stops. ‘More'n likely gonna be some fighting' too.' 'Well, I get along with people, I'll be all right! I'll be there. Thanks again.' 'More'n likely be some wild xex, too,' 'Now that's really not a problem' says Rick, warming to the idea. 'I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way, what should I wear?' 'Don't much matter. Just gonna be the two of us.'
  12. We should remind others of the following observation from Army veteran Charles M. Province: It is the Soldier, not the minister, who has given us freedom of religion. It is the Soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press. It is the Soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is the Soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us freedom to protest. It is the Soldier, not the lawyer, who has given us the right to a fair trial. It is the Soldier, not the politician, who has given us the right to vote. It is the Soldier who salutes the flag, Who serves beneath the flag, And whose coffin is draped by the flag, Who allows the protester to burn the flag. https://mail1.uol.com.br/attachment?msg_id=NjAyMg&ctype=omaha+beach1.mp4&disposition=attachment&content_id=<d99b6435-b1e3-a02a-8b0c-a176ce2d91f7%40yahoo.com>&folder=draft&attsize=26285304&content_id=<d99b6435-b1e3-a02a-8b0c-a176ce2d91f7@yahoo.com>&accountId=0
  13. A reminder of what November 11, 2019, veterans day is about: What Is A Veteran?Some veterans bear visible signs of their service...a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.Others may carry the evidence inside them...a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg...or perhaps another sort of inner steel... the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem.You can't tell a vet just by looking. What is a vet?He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudia Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.She or he is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back at all.He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines and teaching them to watch each other's backs.He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.He is the beggar on the street corner, holding up a piece of cardboard with the scribbling, "Help a Vet, HUNGRY!"So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say Thank You. That's all most people need and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded. Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU"!
  14. Saw this on the internet this morning: "ISIS Leader al-Baghdadi Was Located After Kurdish Spy Stole His Underwear". #1. I'm not going to shake hands with someone who doesn't use toilet paper. #2. If I'm going to steal something of his you can bet your last dollar it sure as hell won't be his underwear!
  15. Learning to Cuss (Anyone Who's Raised Boys Can Relate) A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom. The 6 year old asks, "You know what? I think it's about time we started cussing." The 4 year old nods his head in approval. The 6 year old continues, "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm gonna say something with hell and you say something with a$$." The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm. When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios. WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step. His mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can stay there until I let you out!" She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?" "I don't know," he blubbers, "but you can bet your fat a$$ it won't be Cheerios!"
  16. $10 A fellow walks into a bar, notices a very large jar on the counter, and sees that it's filled to the brim with $10 bills. He guesses there must be more than ten thousand dollars in it. He approaches the bartender and asks, 'What's with the money in the jar?' 'Well...... you pay $10 and If you pass three tests, You get all the money and the keys to a brand new Lexus.' The man certainly isn't going to pass this up.. and so he asks, 'What are the three tests?' 'You must pay first...... Those are the rules,' says the bartender. So, after thinking it over a while, The man gives the bartender the $10 and the bartender drops it into the jar. 'Okay,' the bartender says, 'Here's what you need to do: First - You have to drink a whole quart of tequila, in a minute or less, and you can't make a face while doing it. Second - There's a pit bull chained in the back with a bad tooth. You have to remove that tooth with your bare hands. Third - There's a 90-year old lady upstairs who has never had any.... you have to take care of that problem!' The man is stunned. 'I know I paid my $10, but I'm not an idiot! I won't do it! You'd have to be nuts to drink a quart of tequila, and then do all those other things....' 'Your call,' says the bartender... ..'But, your money stays where it is.' As time goes on, and the man has a few more drinks, he finally says, 'Where's the darn tequila?' He grabs the bottle with both hands and drinks it as fast as he can. Tears stream down both cheeks...but he doesn't make a face, and he did it in fifty-eight seconds! Next, he staggers out the back door, where he sees the pit bull chained to a pole. Soon the people inside the bar hear growling, biting, and screaming sounds...then nothing but silence. Just when they think that the man surely must be dead, he staggers back into the bar with his shirt ripped open and there are scratches and he's bleeding all over his body. He says, 'Now where's that old woman with the bad tooth?' The moral to the story: Listen carefully to the directions, And don't trust your judgment when alcohol is involved. ~
  17. Ten Best Caddy Replies# 10 - Golfer: "Think I'm going to drown myself in the lake."Caddy: "Think you can keep your head down that long?"# 9 - Golfer: "I'd move heaven and earth to break 100 on this course."Caddy: "Try heaven, you've already moved most of the earth."# 8 - Golfer: "Do you think my game is improving?"Caddy: "Yes sir, you miss the ball much closer now."# 7 - Golfer: "Do you think I can get there with a 5 iron?"Caddy: "Eventually."# 6 - Golfer: "You've got the worst caddy in the world."Caddy: "I don't think so sir. That would be too much of a coincidence."# 5 - Golfer: "Caddy: "It's not a watch - it's a compass."# 4 - Golfer: "How do you like my game?"Caddy: "Very good sir, but personally, I prefer golf."# 3 - Golfer: "Do you think it's a sin to play on Sunday?"Caddy: "The way you play, sir, it's a sin on any day."# 2 - Golfer: "This is the worst course I've ever played on."Caddy: "This is not the golf course. We left that an hour ago."And the # 1 Best Caddy Comment .....Golfer: "That can't be my ball, it's too old."Caddy: "It's been a long time since we teed off, sir."
  18. sent a msg to the woman that owns the land, asking for more info but haven't heard from her.
  19. Grubby is right on about PC7 can't beat it. I use a pieced of plastic from a laundry detergent bottle to mix the PC7 on and I weigh both A and B on my gold scales so I have the exact right amount of each. Don't be stingy put plenty on the pieces and for sure don't touch for 24 hours.
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  21. RD that pic is only a small part of the slave digs. some of their digs are small where they followed a vein but in that area it seems to go forever, especially when your inside the digs, there that were deep and the dirt piles are average four feet high. If three people with three detectors spent three days in those digs and found no gold their just flat lying. I have beeped the Eastern edge of those digs and found gold almost every day. About 1/2 mile to the right just out of the pic is where I found the 436 gr. That type of beeping is some of the hardest you can get into with the constant mounds of dirt, completely covered with trees and just plain brush. In the area after I got the 436 gr I slide off one of the mounds and broke two fingers on my left hand, the bones were sticking out. Good ole black electrical tape sure came in handy that day, taped the fingers up with the glove still on and headed home. The gold in that area is worth it!
  22. RD since posting the pic of the area I have permission to beep and you and I talked about it here I just a few minutes ago got a message from the owner saying she is going there because here land has been invaded. Now just after receiving her msg I got a email from another party saying this: "this weekend i went to a place near "Bucaina balneario", do you know it?? It is between niquelandia and uruaçu... me and two other guys... 3 machines, almost 3 days of work... and nothing!" No exact location was mentioned but it seems to me ironic that the two incedents happened together. I'll let you know more when I know more.
  23. Started out again today RD got the cheese bread paid for then say the lightening in the East which is the direction I had wanted to go. Storms off and on here today.
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