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Mama YR31 was bawlin’ and missin’ her calf. Reg asked Clem to haul her to the pasture and find her calf. On the way he asked him to pick up a dry cow they’d left in a trap.

At the banquet, these remarks were presumably met with applause. The Ziffs have been welcomed as deep-pocketed, well-meaning benefactors by most of the surfers on tour, including Slater, who is, after all, one of their business partners. Out in the wide world of surf, however, Ziff’s speech was met with scorn. Online forums and comment threads lit up, rejecting this lecture from a wealthy outsider and, in some quarters, rejecting the very idea of a professionalized sport. On a Surfer magazine thread, an anonymous wit summed up a popular view: “Grumpy locals are what make surfing surfing.”

Building a house by hand can be both time-consuming and costly — so some homebuilders are now automating part of the construction process.

We’re runnin’ outta these folks. They have earned our admiration and respect. I hope some of their heart and backbone is hereditary.

Four hours later Mac was swingin’ wide around the busy metropolitan Denver air space in touch with the Stapleton International tower. The goats were in full chorus and bleating each time he keyed the microphone.

When placed between two recent modular buildings, Corner Garage almost seems to work as a transition between the early 20th-century building styles (like the Brick Bank here) that characterized previous modulars and the neon glitz of Downtown Diner.

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.”

I suspect part of the protesters and marchers are shamed by the personally degrading behavior they get associated with. They depart as quickly as they can, leaving their “enthusiastic cohorts” to break windows, set cars on fire and loot the neighborhood … leaving WHO to clean up? There are examples of protesters who made an effort to clean up their mess. The Native Americans and ‘environmentalists’ protesting against the ND Access Pipeline tried, but the quagmire of abandoned garbage, teepees, vehicles and human waste made it impossible. The Army spent $1.1 million to make it safe again.

Clair hired out to Bob punchin’ cows. Clair soon realized it was more like working at a wild game park than a cattle farm. Two square miles of rollin’ western Minnesota pasture. Bob never knew how many cows he had. “It doesn’t matter if you count’em in the Fall,” he’d say, “It’s what comes back in the Spring that counts!”

He reached Port Stephens before giving up and heading home, and on the way back on September 9, he pulled in around that “small clump of island” and found the harbour. Shortland had a quick look around, but reported “we had rain which prevented my doing so much as I otherwise should”.

Commenter: Sandra WeaverIn 1990 I was a single mother of a 6 yr old and I graduated with an Associates Degree. This degree did help me several positions that required an Associates Degree. However, by 2009 I have added another $5,000 in Interest and haven’t reached payments on the principal balance yet-mostly due to forbearance. Due to the economy and location, I am now making less wage and paying more for living expenses than I did soon after Graduating. The only option that I see is to go back to school and finish my Bachelor’s degree in the hopes of making a wage that I can survive on. I’m about to incur another $22,000 to finish my degree-I don’t see my loans being paid any time soon. I just hope that I can gain another few dollars an hour with a Bachelor’s degree in order to make it financially from week to week.

 “All the young men of Newcastle drive down Hunter St in their hot FJ Holdens with chrome-plated grease nipples and double-reverse overhead twin-cam door handles, sitting eight abreast in the front seat, and they lean out of the window and say real cool things to the sheilas on the footpath, like ‘Aah g’day’.