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Issue #1189
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Russ

Nova Scotia Sus

Doug

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From Russ

"Time Marches On"

During WW2 if you could afford to go to the movies (10 cents for kids under 16) You would see propaganda footage showing only the "positive events" happening with our Troops fighting the enemy and "winning certain battles". This was a powerful media (even more powerful than the daily newspapers), and we believed what was shown because, "Seeing is believing". Of course, the enemy was showing similar propaganda to their audiences.

Do you remember seeing the TV program called "Bonanza? Lorne Greene was depicted as the father of three sons, and he had a very deep, authoritative voice. The recorded voice of the man (I forget his name) announcing the Newsreel in theaters was just as deep and booming when he'd say,"Time Marches On!"

The war news meant little to a 12 to 14 year-old, in fact, I wished they wouldn't waste time showing that stuff - that they would get quickly to the "cartoons". After the cartoons they finally showed the movie we were there to see.

Do you recall, if you arrived late and missed part of the movie, you could stay and watch everything you missed.

"This is where we came in" somebody, maybe my brother Howard, would say, and we'd leave. By the way, I used to always get a headache from watching a movie. And I never liked going to the washroom in a theater. Everybody went at the same time - were always in a terrible hurry - standing in a row behind me - complaining I was taking too long - which always prevented me from peeing! I'd walk away with an uncomfortable fullness - and have to wait until I got home for relief (which was generally too late!) And now, as I'm old and handicapped I no longer stand at a urinal to pee - I must always use a cubical with a latch. So please don't rush me!

Russ😳🙁

PS Do you remember the "pay" toilets? Cruelest invention ever developed! If you didn't have the correct change you couldn't open the door. But here is where being small kids paid off - we could crawl under the door to do our 'thing'!

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From Nova Scotia Sus

We babysit on Fridays and Mondays and those can be extremely busy with an almost 3 year old. Sometimes we go to the mall where she can run around free of holding her hand. Our mall is so empty of stores now so it can become a great place to take a child. They still have those kiddie size cars, trucks and trains that run for about 5 minutes for loonies. That keeps her busy for awhile.

The few stores have manikins in their windows displaying clothing. She took notice of them and tried to befriend them. I had to tear her away from them telling her they weren't real people. One store we went into she got away from me and tried to go between the windows where the manikins were. I managed to grab her foot and pull her back or we both would have been on display. An older couple happened to witness the whole episode and couldn't stop laughing. It really was funny!

We are in a mild spell for a bit. The snow is melted in the driveway. Just down the road there is hardly any snow. It will be hard to go back to winter as we are spoiled now.

Sus

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From Doug

Hi Guys’

Last week the Royal Enfield was able to get out and go tooting up and down the highway. This week was my Harley’s turn. Both bikes enjoyed a bath on Sunday afternoon. The Enfield had been ridden on some salty, yucky roads during the winter, and the Harley had collected garage dust during the winter. Both needed a bit of a cleaning. Both ended up nice and shiny. So, Monday afternoon I fired up the Harley and headed out the highway with the intension of going as far as Furry Creek where I could get turned around and come back. After all, this was the bike’s first run of the season and I only needed to go far enough to make sure everything was good, which is was. At the top of the Furry Creek hill I decided that what the heck, why not go a little bit further, so I did. Only problem was that at the bottom of the hill the roads were wet and by the time I rounded the rock face toward Porteau Cove I ran into rain. Bummer. The rain was clean but the now wet road was wasn’t and that dirty spray that the passing vehicles were sending up was making my just cleaned bike dirty again, very dirty. So, I turned around at Portea and rode my now dirty bike home where I cleaned it again. Perhaps this cleaning will be more permanent.

Thursday proved to be a better day with 14 degree temps, sunny skies and dry roads. So, out came the Harley again and I headed for Horseshoe Bay. As you know, I’ve ridden there several times this winter on the Enfield but the Harley had stayed covered up in the back of the garage. The ride there and back was about as nice as it can be. Traffic was lite, that bile loves the cool air flowing over it’s air cooled engine, and we (the bike and I) just tooted along enjoying the ride.

It is always nice to get out on my own, let my old brain relax, and have some ‘me’ time. I don’t get much of that these days so I must savor any I can get. So lets face it, my motorcycles are good for me.

Doug

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