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What's Something You Experienced For the First Time in Your Later Years?
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I'm still desperately working on that one - any advice?
It's mostly at the job that I've had to take a 'stand', so to speak. Called a few bluffs.
Baby steps. Practicing daily, that you matter. That you are true to yourself. Not needing to please others all the time. Staying positive and believing in"you".I'm still desperately working on that one - any advice?
I belong to that tribe also..lol
The interior of an old Pullman train car. Tonight. What a trip. Situated on the shore of the big lake, I'd worked on the camp next to it a month back, minor repairs and I'd taken photos of the Pullman and I might have posted one or two online here. But tonight, the customer, who I also met for the first time tonight, having worked for him and his wife on and off for about seven eight years, tonight the customer calls...or emails me actually...says something about needing to close up a camp before the winter hits...plus meet me.
The details about closing up a camp sounded...off. Until I pull into the two-track snaking through the birch trees and park by a car with Wisconsin plates...saw movement in the Pullman, but this other guy, the Herman cartoon character, owned it and I didn't think the customer from Virginia would be inside. The Wisconsin plates threw me, too. But off to the left I can see what looks like a building you'd see in Tijuana, yellow sheet metal, some blue, some brown, windows blown out, missing really....whereas a month ago I thought the place was a new cabin, had that look, and I didn't go over there nosing around although I did put my nose up to the glass on the Pullman.
Was like a trip into the past. This thing is a museum piece, green velvet seats, bunks that you don't know are there, pull down...all these gadgets, call buttons, an old phone from way back, some incredible stained glass, words on the door, forget the name, but it was made in Dayton, Ohio. I'm thinking, solid...has the look and feel like it could withstand hurricane force winds. And it's sitting on the shore of Lake Superior. I should have asked if I could take photos...camera was in the truck. But the customer did say I could bring my wife out, take a look. Too many details to list. 1875? He said they'd found a date somewhere inside.
The work needing done is that other camp...the guy who had it destroyed it out of spite. Cut way half the building, was the Lake Superior Club, way back in the day...probably a fabled speak-easy. But coinky-dink, I'm replacing a window in a couple weeks that will plug into the opening where a window had been...just gotta make the height about 4 inches bigger, close in the sides maybe a foot either way, find a couple old 30" doors i can cut down in height to fit the openings there, hasp, close it up so it doesn't turn into a party house.
There was a separate room for the high society ladies, separate room, bunk, toilet. Sink in the corner...reminds me of what you see on airplanes, only the gadgetry is old, dated. The stained glass is something else. You can't find glass like that, not in those colors, that dark. Something else. Carry me back! Carry me back to my home!
The details about closing up a camp sounded...off. Until I pull into the two-track snaking through the birch trees and park by a car with Wisconsin plates...saw movement in the Pullman, but this other guy, the Herman cartoon character, owned it and I didn't think the customer from Virginia would be inside. The Wisconsin plates threw me, too. But off to the left I can see what looks like a building you'd see in Tijuana, yellow sheet metal, some blue, some brown, windows blown out, missing really....whereas a month ago I thought the place was a new cabin, had that look, and I didn't go over there nosing around although I did put my nose up to the glass on the Pullman.
Was like a trip into the past. This thing is a museum piece, green velvet seats, bunks that you don't know are there, pull down...all these gadgets, call buttons, an old phone from way back, some incredible stained glass, words on the door, forget the name, but it was made in Dayton, Ohio. I'm thinking, solid...has the look and feel like it could withstand hurricane force winds. And it's sitting on the shore of Lake Superior. I should have asked if I could take photos...camera was in the truck. But the customer did say I could bring my wife out, take a look. Too many details to list. 1875? He said they'd found a date somewhere inside.
The work needing done is that other camp...the guy who had it destroyed it out of spite. Cut way half the building, was the Lake Superior Club, way back in the day...probably a fabled speak-easy. But coinky-dink, I'm replacing a window in a couple weeks that will plug into the opening where a window had been...just gotta make the height about 4 inches bigger, close in the sides maybe a foot either way, find a couple old 30" doors i can cut down in height to fit the openings there, hasp, close it up so it doesn't turn into a party house.
There was a separate room for the high society ladies, separate room, bunk, toilet. Sink in the corner...reminds me of what you see on airplanes, only the gadgetry is old, dated. The stained glass is something else. You can't find glass like that, not in those colors, that dark. Something else. Carry me back! Carry me back to my home!
Sounds incredible, would love to see photos if you could get them...
I'm glad you finally owned up to that..... As I've said many times before, I forgive you.
took these about a month ago when i worked on the cabin next door...the half-demolished camp is off to the left of the Pullman and the camp I worked on is to the right of this one. he's there until Saturday...or around 'til then. looks like my truck is in the one...oops. The oval windows on the far left is where the high society ladies have their special room.
A touch of history from the past. Wow!
Me too! I've never seen a full episode of that silly show!
I've caught scenes from Friends but don't think I've ever sat through an episode beginning to end.
I hear ya. Not caring what others think may be important, but I've suffered the consequences of telling the truth, especially about how others treat me!
Joined an internet cummunity
Starting to write fact articles and found i was really good at it. (at least according to the ones who has read them)
Starting to write fact articles and found i was really good at it. (at least according to the ones who has read them)
This historic Pullman car came to my town on my 40th birthday, immediately following September 11, 2001. Homepage I did tour the car and take pictures, including of the man playing the conductor from our production of The Music Man posing on the end platform. A local historic reenactor dressed as Abraham Lincoln gave the Gettysburg Address from the platform. The audience was hushed and subdued anyway following the tragedy and you could have heard a pin drop--they really hung on every word. My dad being bedridden was unable to attend but I took pictures of the Lincoln reenactor and pinned them next to his bed where they still are on the wall.
Those photos are incredible!
With truths comes the ubiquitous consequences, so the question is, do you feel it was worth it, or if you could turn back the clock and take it back, would you?
Tried that one a few times as my older daughter was a big fan but it just didn't do it for me even with Maine home boy Doctor Dreamy aka Patrick Dempsey.
I've also gotten to that point. Someone I know has said he no longer "eats sh*t sandwiches". I wouldn't go so far as to say that I agree with him verbatim - sometimes a sh*t sandwich is unavoidable, so I just ask if I can have bacon with it - but I don't tolerate the amount of crap I used to withstand. It's been difficult to get to this point, and sometimes I still cave, but I'm much improved when it comes to standing up for myself.