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We actually could, if we wanted to, but it would be very inconvenient as we have a long, single-wide driveway (and another car), and the gate is generally locked. So it would be a pain to park in the garage. But hey, we found a whole bunch of the kids' toys that they had completely forgotten about...stilts! Archery set! Water balloon launcher! etc. Also some WWII gear that had belonged to my husband's father, like metal canteens. It was low-level archaeology, pulling all this stuff out. Does anybody know how we'd go about getting a mess of mineral samples analyzed and possibly appraised? I

I love Wishful Thinking.

Now you're just talking crazy. Seriously? With so many other magnificent songs from which to choose?

Thanks Tweedling! Diane, you must simply launch yourself into the thick of it. Afterward, you'll have more apartment available for parties and such. (Invite me)

Incredibly creepy statement about the times in which we live!

Ok, maybe it doesn't really deserve its own thread, but seriously, we just completed a deep cleaning of the garage that involved cleaning and organizing years of stuff and kids' toys...oh, the dust layers! *ack* We must've worked steadily at it for at least the last month, cleaning one thing or another....even during that 100-plus heat wave. (We just waited until about 9 pm to even start working, in that weather.) Today, we finally finished! Today we got to put all the clean, organized stuff we still wanted back into the garage. I'm telling you, I had tears in my eyes. No, I didn't, but I

Sparky, I'd love for that story to be true! I guess only Neil knows. I remember so well watching the grainy footage of Neil's first steps on the first surface beyond the earth...it was mind-boggling to consider, and to watch. Afterward, we went out into the street in front of our house, where we could see the moon well, and just stared up at it, knowing that at that very moment, humans were on it. A lot of the neighbors were outside looking up, too. Rest in peace, Neil. What a life!

Happiest of birthdays to the force behind this whole magnificent thing we call Wilco, and a wacky little site called Via Chicago! We love you, Jeff! and so forth!

Years ago she was married to a veteran of the 101st airborne division that my dad also had belonged to, so when they'd hold reunions & potlucks, Phyllis would be there with her husband. I was just a young teen then, and not terribly aware of who she was, but I do remember that she was a great gal, a lot of fun at those gatherings. It seemed like everybody loved her. Rest in peace, Phyllis.

Hmmm. That site says Scott was born on Jan. 10, 1939, not the year 1030. He was a remarkable guy, but not, uh....(doing the math)...932 years old! I'll correct the topic title for you, i'm only sleeping. Rest in peace, Scott. I'll always remember the summer of '67, when your song was all over the airwaves, and my family moved up to northern California. We stopped near the Golden Gate bridge as we traveled through San Francisco, and as we took in the view, my brother Steve tucked a flower into his hair, crooning "San Francisco". Good memories.

Just saw this. How very sad.

That's very well put, Diane, and I feel very much the same...I've always had a problem listening to artists with whom I had strong personal differences in social outlook. Intellectually I feel it shouldn't really matter so much, but I have to admit that for me it does. Even when I can appreciate that the music itself isn't bad...or even that it's rather good!...if I am turned off by the individual "delivering" it, it somehow comes through in the songs, for me. It's that elusive emotional component of music, which is hard to put a finger on, but when an artist connects for you, you just know

Even Ted Nugent should stop listening to Ted Nugent.

You're always in for a good story with John Irving!

I could see that.

What an intense book that was, so original. I'm really looking forward to the movie. The trailer makes it seem like they got the right tone. Yay, because it could have been very poorly done. This looks intriguing and mesmerizing!

That looks like excellent reading for around Halloween! I'll have to see if the library carries it. I've just finished Jetta Carleton's "Clair de Lune". Fans of her sublime "The Moonflower Vine" will love Clair de Lune as well. A very satisfying story, set just before the onset of American involvement in WWII, and full of the grace and humanity of Carleton's writing. Quite beautiful. The cover makes it look like a sappy romance...I wish they had come up with something more suited. It's less a romance (though there's a bit of that) than it is a story of a young woman's coming of age in 1

I agree, he writes beautifully. I did think his author photo looked a little like a serial killer, but maybe that was just the effect of the stories. That creepy shot on the barren, snow-edged road?

This is a problem we are experiencing with the entire board, and not a problem with your settings. Bear with us, as we are working on an upgrade which should resolve this issue. We expect the upgrade to be completed within a week or two.

That's a great story!

That's a beauty! I agree with Diane about going through TMM. It's amazing to me how good this band is to their fans...they really make an effort to show their appreciation for their fans. Years ago one of my Christmas presents was an autographed YHF lp, hanging above me now. My husband arranged that through Tony's offices at the time. I treasure the thing!!! All five members of the band signed it - Jeff, John, Mikael, Glenn and LeRoy - and added some little comments. From Jeff: "To Donna - Drowsy is the new snoozin' - Jeff Tweedy". That comment probably makes sense only to fans who were arou

I think contrasting these two albums is awkward, simply because they are so different from each other stylistically. I really love both but would, if forced to choose, nab The Whole Love as the one to take to the desert island. It makes me feel happy and hopeful, it makes me sing along loudly and most likely completely off key, without caring if my family hears me. (Poor family) I love an album that can do that. SBS is precious to me too. The title song resonates in my heart at such a sweet level that it nearly brings tears to my eyes. Wow, what a quietly magnificent song it is. The whole al

Good one.

Ah, nice! I would have loved to see that.

I'm so proud - I just unrolled and reorganized all my posters into fewer poster tubes, and everything is clearly written on the outside of the tube so I know where each poster is. I should get a medal. I would have to add onto this house or move to be able to display all these. But I still love the artwork of each, and the memories.