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Peace be with you.
Quote: WizardWhether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Festivus, the winter solstice, Boxing Day, or (enter other holiday here), I do hope you share the day with people close to you in your own way.
Peace be with you.
Can you be any more PC? lol
That might be the first time I ever saw you use lol. EB getting drunk tonight, trying to convince his wife to convert to Mormon Lite, so he can have a girl young andQuote: EvenBobCan you be any more PC? lol
Quote: EvenBobCan you be any more PC? lol
Please Wizard suspend him. It would be a Festivus miracle!
May the God of Gambling be with us all the time.
I celebrate 冬至。
Quote: EvenBobCan you be any more PC? lol
Yeah. Point taken. I didn't know what else to say. I don't celebrate Jesus' birth but I also don't like saying "Happy Holidays" because every religion has its holidays and I respect that. I was going to say something against the commercialization that the holiday has become but didn't want to be negative. Just try to enjoy the day with whoever is in your life. I know it's very greeting card but it's how I feel and can't think of anything better.
Hope you and Mrs. Bob enjoy the day.
Peace on earth, good will to men. My Christmas wish.
Thanks for your felicitations, and the same to you, Mrs. Wizard, and the Wizettes.
Including mentioning Festivus accomplishes that goal, without being negative.Quote: WizardI was going to say something against the commercialization that the holiday has become but didn't want to be negative.
Quote: SOOPOOYes. The Ring of Brodgar in the Orkney Islands north of Scotland. When the ex-Mrs. and I went there we were all alone; not another person within miles.
Has she been heard from since? Are they
still looking for you over there?
I moved to Portland from NJ in 1976 to go to school; broke as a joke over the xmas break I had no money to fly back east to be with family.
Curious as to what would happen, I stuck out my thumb to see where the road would take me.
It took me to the bay area.
Spent xmas eve at the YMCA in Berkeley; cooked up corned beef hash and green beans for dinner (red and green xmas colors), then hopped onto BART for my first visit to San Francisco early xmas morning.
Got out in the heart of downtown; exited the subway and it was crowded, people milling by.
A group of folks came up to me and started caroling; I was going to ignore them but out of the crowd a woman came up to me and said "Watch out, they're Moonies!"
So I let the Moonies pick me up; we spent the day together in their home near Golden Gate park; a very weird bunch of cats, no question.
At evening's end they basically insisted I get in a van with them for a trip to their "farm;" I firmly refused: lt was almost as if I actually had to "escape" their clutches.
California, the land of fruits and nuts, indeed.
Quote: MrV
Spent xmas eve at the YMCA in Berkeley; cooked up corned beef hash and green beans for dinner (red and green xmas colors), then hopped onto BART for my first visit to San Francisco early xmas morning.
I was living in Marin CO in 1976, I went
to SF every day across the bridge. Did
you hang out on Castro St, dressed in
all leather? Maybe I saw you there in 76
on my sales rounds..
Quote: SOOPOOYes. The Ring of Brodgar in the Orkney Islands north of Scotland. When the ex-Mrs. and I went there we were all alone; not another person within miles. One of the great trips of a lifetime.
I thought there was an interesting segment on 60 Minutes this past Sunday on a little island of Northern Scotland, it was about Scotch distilleries. Very few people on the island, ZERO crime, period. They spoke both English and Irish, more Irish after sampling more Scotch. Pristine, everything green, wildlife and abundance of sheep and cows, looked like what Heaven might look like, at least how the host described it. If someone were to commit a crime, the family would be shunned or have to leave, so it just doesn't happen. There are no shopping malls, no burger joints, etc. I don't know if there's a hospital. Their whole existence focuses on the Scotch perfection. They have to import all their oak barrels, of course. It was a piece on 60 Minutes that I enjoyed, sometimes I do enjoy it, sometimes not so much.
Quote: MrV
Spent xmas eve at the YMCA in Berkeley; cooked up corned beef hash and green beans for dinner (red and green xmas colors), then hopped onto BART for my first visit to San Francisco early xmas morning.
The irony is that we grow old in the prison of youth that defines us.Quote: EvenBobI was living in Marin CO in 1976, I went
to SF every day across the bridge. Did
you hang out on Castro St, dressed in
all leather? Maybe I saw you there in 76
on my sales rounds..
Quote: EvenBobI was living in Marin CO in 1976, I went
to SF every day across the bridge. Did
you hang out on Castro St, dressed in
all leather? Maybe I saw you there in 76
on my sales rounds..
Oddly, Frisco was the one big city where I don't remember any poker rooms allowed. Sure, there was Emeryville across the bay, it used to be great, and South San Francisco had two or three bars with games, San Mateo, then Artichoke Joe's, all around the Bay Area, but none in San Francisco. I never understood why. Oh, I almost forgot, Palo Alto had HUGE poker action back in the day and was strictly a No-Limit house even with most of the state being Limit. Cameo Club was famous, so much history.
Quote: 1MatterToMotionThe irony is that we grow old in the prison of youth that defines us.
Not so sure I really understand the meaning of this. I'm glad I've matured, but I think my mind stays young, so far.
"Some people love
Some people die
Some people live in our hearts and minds
Some people stay
Some people change
Try to hold onto all that remains"
(lyrics: They Wait for Us - Kate Louise Smith)
Just trying to put into words a bit my own Christmas angst of the moment. After all, Christmas is a time that comes once a year for kids, but is just another day for the adults, who can have it whenever they want. So many days, but so few years.Quote: bobbartopNot so sure I really understand the meaning of this. I'm glad I've matured, but I think my mind stays young, so far.
Quote: EvenBobI was living in Marin CO in 1976, I went to SF every day across the bridge.
What a coincidence - so did I, although I did not travel into "the City" as much as you did (I think it was once a month or so, to visit my father's parents who lived in North Beach; I think he did things like writing out the checks for their bills, as their English was not very good even though they had been here since 1914).
1976? Remember when they tried cordoning off one or two lanes of the bridge just for buses during the commute periods?
Quote: ThatDonGuy1976? Remember when they tried cordoning off one or two lanes of the bridge just for buses during the commute periods?
I remember running out of gas on the
Bridge and thinking I was going to die.
And how pissed the Bridge guy was
when he showed up with a gallon of
gas he sold me for $5. Gas was .75 a
gallon, so 5 bucks was huge. I never
did that again.
First of all... ain't no such thing as Kwansaa. totally concocted holiday.
Go to that Moonie Farm and its three days of love bombing followed by 15 hour shifts on Moonie fishing boats.
West Marin County was a totally different world. When commuting and fuel restrictions started up, hippies would rent themselves out so drivers could qualify for the car pool lane.
By the way, its San Francisco not Frisco.
Quote: FleaStiff
By the way, its San Francisco not Frisco.
Or the City. Referring to it as Frisco
to people who live there is a good
way to get beat up, or get your car
keyed.
Quote: FleaStiffStrange responses.
First of all... ain't no such thing as Kwansaa. totally concocted holiday.
Go to that Moonie Farm and its three days of love bombing followed by 15 hour shifts on Moonie fishing boats.
West Marin County was a totally different world. When commuting and fuel restrictions started up, hippies would rent themselves out so drivers could qualify for the car pool lane.
By the way, its San Francisco not Frisco.
All holidays are concocted. People celebrate it so it exists
Being officially recognized is meaningless as well. Thanksgiving is an officially recognized holiday. Go to Italy or Germany or many oyher countries to celebrate it and they will look at you with the same disdain you just demonstrated for Kwanzaa (btw its spelled with a z not an s)
Quote: FleaStiff
By the way, its San Francisco not Frisco.
Yes, I am aware of that. But even though I was a little boy, I remember like it was yesterday when Juan Marichal hit John Roseboro with his bat. And although they later became friends and patched things up, I didn't. So with all due respect, it's Frisco for all I care.
(Marichal was even a pallbearer at Roseboro's funeral)
Quote: darkozAll holidays are concocted.
Especially Xmas. There's no celebration of Jesus
bday in the Bible, they don't even know when
it is. So the Church stole the Yule holiday from
the pagans and turned it into their gods bday.
Xmas carols, holly, mistletoe, a tree, giving
gifts, the yule log, those were all stolen
from the pagan holiday. Even having ham
was stolen. Is any part of Xtionity real, it's
all borrowed from other stories, every bit
of it.
Quote: EvenBobEspecially Xmas. There's no celebration of Jesus
bday in the Bible, they don't even know when
it is. So the Church stole the Yule holiday from
the pagans and turned it into their gods bday.
Xmas carols, holly, mistletoe, a tree, giving
gifts, the yule log, those were all stolen
from the pagan holiday. Even having ham
was stolen. Is any part of Xtionity real, it's
all borrowed from other stories, every bit
of it.
Hear what the Lord says to you, people of Israel. This is what the Lord says:
“Do not learn the ways of the nations
or be terrified by signs in the heavens,
though the nations are terrified by them.
For the practices of the peoples are worthless;
they cut a tree out of the forest,
and a craftsman shapes it with his chisel.
They adorn it with silver and gold;
they fasten it with hammer and nails
so it will not totter.
Like a scarecrow in a cucumber field,
their idols cannot speak;
they must be carried
because they cannot walk.
Do not fear them;
they can do no harm
nor can they do any good.” - Jeremiah 10:2-5
Quote: MrVA christmas story:
I moved to Portland from NJ in 1976 to go to school; broke as a joke over the xmas break I had no money to fly back east to be with family.
Curious as to what would happen, I stuck out my thumb to see where the road would take me.
It took me to the bay area.
Spent xmas eve at the YMCA in Berkeley; cooked up corned beef hash and green beans for dinner (red and green xmas colors), then hopped onto BART for my first visit to San Francisco early xmas morning.
Got out in the heart of downtown; exited the subway and it was crowded, people milling by.
A group of folks came up to me and started caroling; I was going to ignore them but out of the crowd a woman came up to me and said "Watch out, they're Moonies!"
So I let the Moonies pick me up; we spent the day together in their home near Golden Gate park; a very weird bunch of cats, no question.
At evening's end they basically insisted I get in a van with them for a trip to their "farm;" I firmly refused: lt was almost as if I actually had to "escape" their clutches.
California, the land of fruits and nuts, indeed.
They say that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day.
