I'm gone. Like a steam locomotive rolling down the track, I'm gone, gone, and nothing's going to bring me back. I'm gone. 06/29/2023
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Of course, The Homestead. I did not know the airport and resort were part of the same land deal. Thanks!
Just north of Clifton Forge where I was born. I can't recall what prompted them to build that airport. Was it the Greenbrier? It is a Mother Bear for sure!
re: Allegheny Airlines
The Pittsburgh - Shenandoah Valley (Weyers Cave, VA) was a regular run. (Grew up in Staunton.)
I remember Piedmont had a big presence there once.
Each year I try to post this at this time of year remembering Tom (b4atf) who started this board. He was a real good guy and will remain etched in my memory.
I am thinking of my friend Tom (b4atf) today who left us January 7, 2014. In his honor, I want to post his Christmas story, "The Christmas Kitty", about a kitten and his departed wife, Denise, who he missed terribly. Tom, I hope you enjoy hearing this story again and sharing it with Denise. I miss you, buddy.
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Many of you may have seen this before. I send it around for Christmas but was not on this board last year. Blessings to all.
b4
Here is a nice story I wrote for my poor Denise when she was in hospice. Its about how she got her cat.
Since I have a public forum I figured someone might enjoy it.
b4atf
4/2005
The Christmas Kitty
MacGuyver lived under the dumpster. It was close to Christmas time and cold. He hadn't always lived under a dumpster. Before that he lived with his momma and all his brothers and sisters. His whole family lived in an old wood box in the woods behind an apartment building in Minnesota.
Oh, did they have fun! MacGuyver loved to roll and wrestle with his brothers and sneak up and pounce on his sisters. He was the last and smallest of momma's family and always tried ever so hard to win. He was a real rascal and always full of mischief.
When they were all good and tired they snuggled up to momma and had milk while they listened to her wonderful stories. Momma had been an indoor cat once and would tell them the most amazing things. Momma would tell about being warm all the time. She would tell about playing with string and toys and paper balls. Momma said there was always food, and even special sand for the bathroom.
MacGuyver didn't understand much of what his Momma said. He was only a few weeks old and had never even been out of their family box. He liked the stories though because Momma sounded so happy. She would stretch and purr and lick them all. Sometimes she would promise that if they were good they would all live together in a house someday.
One day MacGuyver made an awful mistake. He sneaked outside and no one even noticed. There was snow on the ground but it was still bright and sunny. There were trees and squirrels and birds and he felt like he could see for miles. Everything was so exciting and new that he walked and walked. The sun felt warm on his orange fur and the snow felt so funny under his feet. MacGuyver came to the edge of the little woods right at a busy street with cars that were loud and smelly. It was starting to get dark too.
“I should go home” he thought.
Where was home though? That was MacGuyver's big question. He had walked a long way and nothing looked familiar at all. He was only a puff of hair you could hold in one hand. He was small in the big world and getting scared.
MacGuyver sat and shivered as the night got dark and the cold came back. He walked a little way into the woods and feeling tired, cold, and very alone; he made a sad little bed under a thick bush. Wind made the trees creak and groan, and his imagination ... you can guess! MacGuyver wrapped his tail over his paws and sat through the night with his wide green eyes staring out at the strange frightening world.
Finally the new day came with a hope filled sunrise. MacGuyver stretched and licked himself clean. He started his search for home.
MacGuyver walked and walked all through the little woods for half the day. Suddenly he saw something familiar! It was the tree by the box where momma lived! MacGuyver ran so fast you could hardly see his little legs. He ran to the hole in the box and squeezed himself in. He was squeaking with joy.
It was empty! Momma and all his brothers and sisters were gone.
MacGuyver never learned what happened to his family. Maybe momma had found a better place and moved the family. Maybe people came to make them indoor cats. MacGuyver hoped for that.
MacGuyver was still alone and cold and hungry. He sat in the box for two whole days feeling worse and worse. If he tried to go outside there were dogs or owls and awful things he only imagined. When MacGuyver had almost given up hope he smelled something wonderful. People had thrown away the garbage from their Christmas dinner. The dumpster at the apartment building had been too full and a bag of turkey bones and dressing and other Christmas treats was just lying on the ground. The January sun was warming the pile and sending out the good smell.
MacGuyver had a feast. He walked through the woods and found a new home. Living under a dumpster was a hard life though, with mean dogs and scary people. He was so small though that no one could bother him if he stayed underneath. Sometimes there was no food but most days something would get spilled that he could eat. MacGuyver was always cold and missed his momma very much.
When MacGuyver looked out at night he could see the cold and the stars. He could also see one apartment with a ground level window that always had a light on. The window was only a short run from his home. Sometimes when the curtain was open he could see a lady walking around inside.
One night MacGuyver dared to cross the snow and look in the window. He was amazed. The place with the lady looked just like the stories momma used to tell about. He could tell it was warm inside when his nose touched the glass and could see green plants and ever so many things he didn't recognize. MacGuyver thought to himself, “I wonder if that is string, or maybe paper balls?”
MacGuyver made many visits to the window after that. He was always shy because he had learned that people were mean. His only true safety was under the dumpster. The lady didn't seem mean though. She sometimes looked at him but that was all.
One day a funny thing happened. The lady walked right up to the window and tapped on it with her finger. She tapped it right in MacGuyver's nose! MacGuyver jumped twice his own height in surprise and raced away. Later, as he curled his tail around his paws and tried to sleep, he thought that it really wasn't scary at all. MacGuyver thought it was a lot like playing games with his brothers and sisters.
MacGuyver visited the window as often as he could. Sometimes the lady was home and sometimes not. If she was there he would play the finger poking game with her. If she was not home he would stare at all the wonderful things inside. MacGuyver was still just a kitten. He missed his momma and it was always cold.
One morning the most remarkable thing happened! MacGuyver saw the lady bringing her own garbage bag to the dumpster. He was so curious that he didn't run and hide. He just sat there while the lady kneeled down and poked her finger at him. MacGuyver thought “this is just like the poking game without the window.” He stretched out his tongue to taste and to MacGuyver's surprise the lady picked him up!
Before MacGuyver knew what was happening the lady was rubbing his ears and scratching his tummy. He had not had a friendly touch since his family vanished. MacGuyver closed his eyes and purred. When he opened them again he was in her house. The lady had brought him into her home!
What adventure! MacGuyver raced and ran and jumped and explored. The lady even made string and paper balls. It wasn't until he got sleepy and laid down that he realized that he was completely warm for the first time in his life. The lady put out a dish of food which was far nicer than anything he ever found under the dumpster. Later she went to bed and MacGuyver crawled up next to her. It was just like being back with momma. It was warm and he was full and he was an indoor cat. The best thing a cat can be.
MacGuyver loves Denise
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I didn't make a comparison, only brought up Celiacs because it hadn't been mentioned in the context of avoiding gluten.
People with Celiac Disease must avoid gluten. It's a real disease.
Celiac disease is a serious autoimmune disease that occurs in genetically predisposed people where the ingestion of gluten leads to damage in the small intestine. It is estimated to affect 1 in 100 people worldwide. Two and one-half million Americans are undiagnosed and are at risk for long-term health complications.
https://celiac.org/about-celiac-disease/what-is-celiac-disease/
Yeah, but they co-wrote a product marketing white paper with Intel, right?
The exchange value of a boatload of PlusOneCoin to, say, Bitcoin isn't worth the effort.
sortagreen gets no pass from me. None whatsoever.
What he/she said was beyond the pale and was not a moment of hyperbole as you infer.
If you condone such behavior, I'll not participate here any more.
There are some things I cannot ignore.
newmedman, I'll share tunes via PM occasionally.
My last comment on this board is to ask anyone so inclined to donate what you can to the American Red Cross for victims of these tornados. There are a lot of people there who don't know where their next meal will come from nor where they will lay their head tonight.
I read this post earlier and was so shocked, I walked away.
You are a sociopath.
Get help!
Don't bother to reply.
Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats
They are shit hot!!
Damn, shaj, I would like to know that as well! I keep racking up the PlusOne but I'm not a millionaire yet!
Photonics may be important in the future but that future is too far out to be betting on it now,
Intel had a photonic research group long before Lightwave existed, hell even when I worked for them. Lebby even worked for them for a time.
The foundries and vertical semi manufacturers have the capital and talent to create photonics when the time comes and the design-for-manufacture methodologies to pull it off. That time is not now.
Lightwave is a Class A farm team trying to play in the Big Leagues. And it is grossly overpriced. I would recommend you take enough off the table to play with the casino's chips. But you believe.
Keurigs brew swill coffee and fill the landfills with plastic.
I buy my beans from a small boutique roaster in New Hampshire, grind my own just before brewing in a Chemex pour-over brewer.
I'm sure you love Keurig coffee, though. It may suck but it's easy.
I like: "Big Dreams. No Revenue."
Traffic and Cream are two of my favorite groups. (Yeah, I'm pretty old school.)
Traffic: Low Spark of High Heeled Boys
Texas A&M is their landlord. They pay A&M rent like any other tenant.
They cowrote a white paper with Intel Corp. to be used as Intel product marketing collateral.
I haven't bothered to read what they are doing with Samsung but I imagine it doesn't amount to much of an "association".
Enzolytics likes to make up stuff that really isn't there.
I like "Cashtronaut".
Did you not see that I have said Trump is shit repeatedly? I hate repeating myself.
Come on.
It is a lawful subpoena. He should obey it.
Didn't you hear me say Trump is shit? But he's out of office. And I think he's unelectable in 2024. He doesn't live in my head.
Sure, there are differences. Some are bad. Some are REALLY bad. For different reasons. But none seem able to stand for individual rights. And that is what matters to me. But all are shit. To say some are comparatively better is to say the top of the garbage can isn't garbage. Now that's a metaphor.
Michael Nesmith passed away at the age of 78.
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-10297403/Michael-Nesmith-Monkees-singer-songwriter-dies-78.html
I was never a fan of the Monkees but Nesmith was one hell of a songwriter.
Here's "Different Drum" he wrote and Linda Ronstadt made famous with the Stone Poneys in her earlier career, way back in '67:
The accusation of false equivalence is wrong. I was referring to most every politician in any office of any political stripe I have witnessed in my lifetime since I really started paying attention with Johnson. And as to the other poster accusing me of using a metaphor: No, I was replying to your use of throwing a flag in sports as a metaphor.
And I am not limiting my observation only to occupants of the White House.
Most on this board try to tie every comment to being pro-Trump or anti-Trump. That was not the basis of my comment.
Trump and Biden, the two most recent Presidents, are two particular examples of horribly shitty politicians. But they are most recent in memory. There are many shitty presidents before them like Johnson, Nixon, Carter, both Bushes, Clinton (and his wife), Obama, the list seems endless. I don't think anyone worth a damn wants the job. It is a sad state of affairs.
The most prolific posters on this board are so polarized that they cannot or will not realize that they are being played by both the politicians they like and the ones they hate. I will not fall into such a trap.
I don't expect my opinion to be popular here. I think they are all shit while you are so hung up on the 4 years of the Trump admin that all you can reply is "But what about the Orange Dude?" I am using the generic or indefinite "you" here, not you specifically. And I try to avoid "whataboutisms" (Zeus, I hate that word!)
I did not use a metaphor.
And I demonstrated nothing vis a vis your examples. They are your opinion, nothing else.
You just like to argue to hear your lips flap.
I have 15 posts/day and use them judiciously.
The Tequila Mine only exists at the bottom of the bottle.
Just like everything else touted by this ticker.
We haven't seen an increase in inflation like this in 39 years (1982) when we were deep into a years-long period of stagflation.
That was the year I bought my first home with a 30 year fixed mortgage over 18%.
I remember that period well and we are headed there again, thanks to an inept Federal Reserve.
iH Geek Dave stated earlier that they had taken the format back to what it was before the changes to reset the redesign effort. I imagine changes will be forthcoming.
They should have beta'ed the new design before it was released live, instead of using the entire user base to shake down the redesign.
I imagine there are a significant number of users who would love to volunteer as a beta group to shake down the changes before they are inflicted on the general population.
That seems sensible but what do I know?
That is one way to spin it. (I do not see Lightwave or Lebby mentioned in the release.)
Well, I would never patronize you and did not intend to do so in this case.
I couldn't make the leap from Ukraine to a post I made almost a year ago about where I live. Mea culpa.
And I did not lie back then. I merely shared what I was told by my own neighbors. If I had known anything was untrue, I surely would not post it.
Try to have a good day.
I was being honest. I truly do not know what you were trying to say. What border towns? In what country? Who has taken them over?
In the context of Ukraine, I am at a loss.
As expected. She would have despised a person like you. A true second-hander.