Now asleep in his chair, 89 years old. He has no scrapbook of his service, no contact with those of his caliber who went through the cauldron of war, no medals or pins commemorating his contribution. The only souvenir I’m aware of is his “coconut knife” US Navy issue, which he gave to his grandson. When the subject of war comes up his light-hearted response is, “I saved the world.”
That was it. The group that had rented the pool for the next block was already splashing past me, into position. If a religious revelation was out there, in the belly of the perfect wave, I would need time, much more time, to find it. I believed I could get this wave wired. I wanted to get a barrel, at least. Certainly find a different board. I mindlessly watched the next couple of waves. The surfers were good, but they kept getting clipped, falling off here and there. I felt both fired up and drained. It wasn’t as if I had gone surfing. That happened in a big, endlessly complicated world—the ocean—and usually lasted hours, for better or worse. This had been, what, five minutes? I was just starting to feel the rush. I wanted a hundred more. ♦
On March 11, 1977, the Queen and Prince Philip flew into Newcastle as part of the Royal Silver Jubilee tour, greeted by about 2000 people at Williamtown Airport and a further 4000 in Civic Park, where the Queen opened Newcastle Art Gallery.
Commenter: Mr. Ron Sease, MATOur educational system, in this country, lets us down because we are not taught the things that are going to assure our future success. We lack the saavy when a loan company comes with check book in hand. It just isn’t kids fresh out of high school that is fed the lie but us olders that are trying to make our lives better. So what do we do, the same thing, running ourselves into decades of debt, with the promise that a Master’s Degree will set us up for life. Now that we are into another planned depression I have watched my loan company go from a small office building to having a brand new building built. They make so much money that I concidered for awhile that I was in the wrong business. Education didn’t pay off for me in New York and it sure isn’t paying off for me in New Mexico. Between Universities and Loan Companies, students become economic slaves to them both. Now, if I were to develop a business the way these sharks do business I would be behind bars. The hype that gov’t, labor, and loan companies advertise to the American people becomes the lie when every fascet of our economy can be manipulated into making us think that higher education will get us a bigger paycheck. We are purposely kept ignorant so we will pay and pay and pay! We are not taught about money. We are robbed all the day long and on top of that we are robbed of our prosparity by paying heavy, oppressive taxes when we do go to work. This is what higher education promises us. When we can finally figure it out of what is going on, then the system turns on us and has a way of calling us liars and discredits us becuse we now have opened eyes. They just want us to go back to sleep. We are all feeding the Beast and when we refuse to, the Beast turns on us. There is no radical fix for schools because it is the same old script just different players.It works every time. I took out loans because there was no other way, at the time, to get that Master’s Degree. After graduation I was an Industrial Arts teacher for 12 yrs. In someones near sightedness, the district and schools have been eliminating Industrial Arts calling it a dinosaur. After all, isn’t the plan to develop the Orwellian world (NWO) and have all these kids behind computers at minimum wage. Here we loose our future tradesmen. What happened to No Child Left Behind? The fact is, it is the teachers get left behind forcing us into retirement. Retirement is even a bigger joke. Now we are ranked below the poverty rate but we are still FORCED to pay on those student loans regardless. It’s like paying on a morgage the rest of your life. Our debt grows bigger gov’t. Social Security is another joke because they keep raising the retirement age. No, we have never been educated right and this is why we loose our character, our jobs, and our money. Who are the winners, The Banksters. And the news media keep it all hush hush, since 1913.

In its NSW guide in 2004, it said Newcastle had battled for most of its life with a perception by Sydneysiders that it was an industrial nightmare.
It could. "We became buddies, went for cruises, and got to chat about our weird obsession," he says about his Instagram pal and the two-person Stagea brotherhood they’d formed. But suddenly the 260RS was gone. "I loved my buddy’s car," he says, "but I couldn’t afford it at the time, and I was pretty happy with my [Stagea], and quite attached to it given the way I found it and imported it myself."
Stuck out there, I improvised with a long fence pole I found near an irrigation pump. I jacked it up with the Handyman Chin Smasher and Slim Mechanism. Up one, down two, up one, down one, and so on. From the rear I wedged the pole over the axle and chained it tight. The pole stuck out several feet behind the bumper. Then I lowered the truck down by pounding the jack with a calf puller until the bumper rested on the protruding pole. I waited until a lone irrigator passed by and had him drag me ten miles back to the farm shop. I limped in like a one leg-ged cross country skier!
Civilizations are not new. They are as old as Noah’s banker. I’m certain there were civilized people in ancient Rome who could not milk a goat or catch a fish.

Rick said he was attempting to drive a braymer cross cow to the corral. It was hot that spring in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. He’d pushed the ol’ darlin’ within half a mile of the pen when she sulled up and got on the fight. In a moment of brilliance…he roped her. She kept chargin’ but he held his dally ‘til they came to a standstill.
There’s now 13 hectares of quality public open space and since the opening of the co-operative more than 1900 residents have come to call the area home and 2500 people have it as their workplace.
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“Well, to be honest,” said the auctioneer after the sale, “It was dang good for what we had.”
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