I received the following email from Dale Chasse. Some of you may be interested in this. If so, you can contact Dale at drchasse@maine.rr.com...
"Say Bill, Through the years of building and remodeling I've come across and saved a few items I thought shouldn't end up in the dumpster. Here's a list,,,,,,,
You know of anyplace or anyone who might be interested in these rags.... Thanks, Dale
Popular Mechanics oct 65
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American How-To nov/dec 94
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Calenders Darlings Auto Parts 1993 and 94
Big A Auto Parts 1993
Joie Chitwood Flyer 1988
L C Andrews Building Supply Catalog 1961
and 1966
Northern Aroostook County Maine Phonebook for 1968
Showroom Brochures
1967 Chevy Impala
1967 Chevelle
Pontiac Lineup for 1971
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Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
How Cold Was It?
It was pretty darned cold this morning.
How cold was it?
I saw a politician with his hands in his OWN pockets...
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How cold was it?
I saw a politician with his hands in his OWN pockets...
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Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Snowy Boots & Sugar Cookies
(Reprinted by request)
As I sat alone in front of our Christmas tree in my living room (my wife and daughter had gone to an Evanescence concert), I decided to play some of the old Bing Crosby Christmas songs I had listened to as a child of the '50's. I closed my eyes, and a flood of sweet and bittersweet memories swept like butterflies across the meadows of my mind.
I could almost smell the balsam "Christmas tree" smell, and feel the dry warmth of the wood stove crackling in the night silence. The colorful lights that actually "bubbled", and "icicles" made of leaded tin and pewter. Mom had baked sugar cookies earlier, and the smell still lingered throughout the small rooms of the tiny house we called home.
Visions of Bing, Danny Kaye & Rosemary Clooney, dancing and singing at the Vermont inn, in "White Christmas". Dad carrying in wood for the stove, shaking off snow throughout his trip through the kitchen, and Mom none too happy with the mess.
And at 4 am Christmas morning, my older brother Eddie would awaken my kid brother Bobby and myself, and we would sneak out and get our ragged, long woolen stockings hanging from the bannister. Now stuffed with what in retrospect might today be called junk, each penny item was a true treasure. For the next three hours we would pore over the goodies, eat the candy, peel the orange, all the time yawning from precious little sleep the night before, as we held our ears to the vent in the floor, to hear if Santa was there yet.
My reverie was lost when the girls stomped in, shaking the snow off their own boots. And for a fleeting moment, I wished...I wished that if I could leave my daughter anything at all, I would leave her those very same, precious, bittersweet memories of a simpler time, a harder time, and a much, much treasured time. A time when the simplest things were the things that mattered most. And remembered longest!
And I smile to myself as the smell of sugar cookies waft through our home, the fire crackling in the parlor stove and the leaded icicles and bubbling lights on the balsam tree all tell me it was worth the effort to have the real thing. She may not understand it now. But someday, when she sits alone in front of her own tree, perhaps she, too, will be overcome with sweet thoughts of a simpler time, when the littlest things were the most memorable.
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As I sat alone in front of our Christmas tree in my living room (my wife and daughter had gone to an Evanescence concert), I decided to play some of the old Bing Crosby Christmas songs I had listened to as a child of the '50's. I closed my eyes, and a flood of sweet and bittersweet memories swept like butterflies across the meadows of my mind.
I could almost smell the balsam "Christmas tree" smell, and feel the dry warmth of the wood stove crackling in the night silence. The colorful lights that actually "bubbled", and "icicles" made of leaded tin and pewter. Mom had baked sugar cookies earlier, and the smell still lingered throughout the small rooms of the tiny house we called home.
Visions of Bing, Danny Kaye & Rosemary Clooney, dancing and singing at the Vermont inn, in "White Christmas". Dad carrying in wood for the stove, shaking off snow throughout his trip through the kitchen, and Mom none too happy with the mess.
And at 4 am Christmas morning, my older brother Eddie would awaken my kid brother Bobby and myself, and we would sneak out and get our ragged, long woolen stockings hanging from the bannister. Now stuffed with what in retrospect might today be called junk, each penny item was a true treasure. For the next three hours we would pore over the goodies, eat the candy, peel the orange, all the time yawning from precious little sleep the night before, as we held our ears to the vent in the floor, to hear if Santa was there yet.
My reverie was lost when the girls stomped in, shaking the snow off their own boots. And for a fleeting moment, I wished...I wished that if I could leave my daughter anything at all, I would leave her those very same, precious, bittersweet memories of a simpler time, a harder time, and a much, much treasured time. A time when the simplest things were the things that mattered most. And remembered longest!
And I smile to myself as the smell of sugar cookies waft through our home, the fire crackling in the parlor stove and the leaded icicles and bubbling lights on the balsam tree all tell me it was worth the effort to have the real thing. She may not understand it now. But someday, when she sits alone in front of her own tree, perhaps she, too, will be overcome with sweet thoughts of a simpler time, when the littlest things were the most memorable.
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Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Smart Meters - CMP
As many of you know, CMP has begun installing "smart meters" on homes to which they provide power. Currently, they are doing it whether you want it or not, like it or not. They apparently have no respect for your property being yours, not theirs.
But here is the real issue --- while they claim the smart meters are used to make your electrical usage "more efficient", that is nothing more than a slick way of saying they will now be able to limit the amount of power that goes to your home, if they or the government feel you are using too much. Electricity police.
The government under Obama/Pelosi/Reid already passed a bill in the "stimulus bill" that allows them to do just that. They now have the power to decide for you just how much electricity you need, and when you may access it. That was the ONLY purpose behind Obama's "smart grid". It has nothing to do with efficiency - it has everything to do with regulation and control; an integral part of his Cap & Trade dream.
Residents of Maine need to stand and tell the PUC to give residents the choice of opting out of a smart meter. And CMP should be forced, by injunction if necessary, to halt installations until such time as the PUC makes a determination and, if necessary, the people appeal to the courts.
For the moment, this is still America, which is supposed to be a free country. But every time the government or some bureaucratic agency takes a breath, we lose freedoms.
The Constitution was written to help us protect our rights and freedoms by insuring that the people control government, not vice versa. But as of today, government now controls insurance companies, auto manufacturers, our health care, much of our food supply, our schools, and now our electricity usage (and on December 20th the FCC plans to take control of the internet). So, tell me - what freedoms DO we still have left? In what manner do we control the government? And don't say "voting", because many of the agencies passing these regulations such as the EPA, FCC, FDA etc. are not even elected to office - they are dictatorial and can even bypass Congress.
Something needs to change. We need to draw a line in the sand. And in Maine, I think this is that line.
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But here is the real issue --- while they claim the smart meters are used to make your electrical usage "more efficient", that is nothing more than a slick way of saying they will now be able to limit the amount of power that goes to your home, if they or the government feel you are using too much. Electricity police.
The government under Obama/Pelosi/Reid already passed a bill in the "stimulus bill" that allows them to do just that. They now have the power to decide for you just how much electricity you need, and when you may access it. That was the ONLY purpose behind Obama's "smart grid". It has nothing to do with efficiency - it has everything to do with regulation and control; an integral part of his Cap & Trade dream.
Residents of Maine need to stand and tell the PUC to give residents the choice of opting out of a smart meter. And CMP should be forced, by injunction if necessary, to halt installations until such time as the PUC makes a determination and, if necessary, the people appeal to the courts.
For the moment, this is still America, which is supposed to be a free country. But every time the government or some bureaucratic agency takes a breath, we lose freedoms.
The Constitution was written to help us protect our rights and freedoms by insuring that the people control government, not vice versa. But as of today, government now controls insurance companies, auto manufacturers, our health care, much of our food supply, our schools, and now our electricity usage (and on December 20th the FCC plans to take control of the internet). So, tell me - what freedoms DO we still have left? In what manner do we control the government? And don't say "voting", because many of the agencies passing these regulations such as the EPA, FCC, FDA etc. are not even elected to office - they are dictatorial and can even bypass Congress.
Something needs to change. We need to draw a line in the sand. And in Maine, I think this is that line.
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Thursday, November 25, 2010
A Day To Give Thanks
From our house to yours, we wish you a life with much to be thankful for. And somewhere amongst the din of family, turkey & gravy, apple pie and football, please take a few moments to think about all that you do have to be thankful for.
Around our table each person is asked to relate those things for which we are most grateful.
As for myself, I am thankful for everything - even the bad things that allow me to appreciate the good all the more. After all, would spring seem so sweet if we did not have to suffer through a winter to get there?
So, I am thankful for the hard times that plague our nation, as it will make us stronger, and teach us to be humble. I am even thankful for my COPD, as it has taught me to live every day as if it might end sooner than expected.
Yes, let us be thankful even for the "blessings in disguise" - those trials and tribulations that, without them, we would be much less than we are.
Happy Thanksgiving, all!
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Around our table each person is asked to relate those things for which we are most grateful.
As for myself, I am thankful for everything - even the bad things that allow me to appreciate the good all the more. After all, would spring seem so sweet if we did not have to suffer through a winter to get there?
So, I am thankful for the hard times that plague our nation, as it will make us stronger, and teach us to be humble. I am even thankful for my COPD, as it has taught me to live every day as if it might end sooner than expected.
Yes, let us be thankful even for the "blessings in disguise" - those trials and tribulations that, without them, we would be much less than we are.
Happy Thanksgiving, all!
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Friday, November 19, 2010
The "789" Chevy
Thought y'all would enjoy this, courtesy of Norm Walker -
This car was built by N2A motors (No Two Alike). The company is planning a production run Of about 100 vehicles. It sits on a Corvette C6 chassis, Front styled like a '57 Chevy, side like a '58, rear like a '59. Hence the designation "789". See it here
Thanx, Norm
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This car was built by N2A motors (No Two Alike). The company is planning a production run Of about 100 vehicles. It sits on a Corvette C6 chassis, Front styled like a '57 Chevy, side like a '58, rear like a '59. Hence the designation "789". See it here
Thanx, Norm
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Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Remembering Glen
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It is with great sorrow that I report Glenn Thurlow lost his fight with Cancer 11/9/2010
Glen was well-loved, and well-respected by all who knew him. He will be sorely missed.
I am sorry I do not have any details to report on any services. If anyone has that info, please let folks know by posting a comment below.
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It is with great sorrow that I report Glenn Thurlow lost his fight with Cancer 11/9/2010
Glen was well-loved, and well-respected by all who knew him. He will be sorely missed.
I am sorry I do not have any details to report on any services. If anyone has that info, please let folks know by posting a comment below.
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