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All last summer I was without the "Little Hottie" due to fuel issues and a crapped up carb that I couldn't afford to replace. So, this dude in Texas that I met through http://www.thesamba.com/vw/ did an original German pict carb rebuilt for me. It hasn't been an easy process trying to replace the carb and crank her over. I had to static time the distributor and I had to replace fuel line. One thing at a time. I hope to have her up and running by Sunday. Fingers crossed. Once done, I will publish more pix and share her beauty with you. Meanwhile, I have reconfigured my hanging tomatoes in a bigger and better fashion. I'll share some pix on that too. I plan to do snap peas in the same way. With gas prices going through the roof, I'm blessed to work for peanuts a few minutes from home. A half mile from home! This time of year produces many freebies. Ripped bags of lime and Step 1. All of the items that I'm using for the hanging vegetables I got for free. My

Last week was a strange one. I often aim to be watchful and to never make much ado about any one thing. But as I have explained before, at times you can read the signs and the lay of the land and understand a lot about what is going on. But this is just plain weird. First, I had a local contractor e-mail my superiors in corporate to explain that I was the cat's meow as far as he was concerned when it came to doing paint business with our store. Then, I heard it again from several customers. I know that my only sense of accomplishment will come through my customers because the store cares very little about whether you work for them or someone else. You're a body; a number. A position filled. So I love to hear but hate to hear it. Then, I ran into a salesman that still works for the company that downsized and eliminated my entire team. He let me know that all my predictions regarding the future of the plant were being fulfilled. The scenario was such; two salesman = always in the

I really wish that I wasn't so serious. That I was fun and easy and lighthearted. But I am not. I have within me, two dogs. One is the anarchist's heart. One is a pacifist Buddhist. Much like the Zen Master, who when confronted by the engaging Armies General that threatened, "Don't you know who I am? I could run you through and kill you in an instant and I wouldn't blink an eye!" The Zen Master replied, "Don't you know who I am? You could run me through and kill me in an instant and I wouldn't blink an eye!" The other feels quite comfortable with a sword in his hand. Justice at times seems to me a guillotine on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. I think that I would do well as Bushido.

War! huh-yeah What is it good for? Absolutely nothing Uh-huh War! huh-yeah What is it good for? Absolutely nothing Say it again y'all War! huh good God What is it good for? Absolutely nothing Listen to me? Ohhh? War! I despise Because it means destruction? Of innocent lives War means tears to thousands of mothers eyes When their sons go to fight and lose their lives I said - War! Huh Good God y'all What is it good for? Absolutely nothing Say it again War! Whoa, Lord ... What is it good for Absolutely nothing Listen to me? War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker War! Friend only to the undertaker War! It's an enemy to all mankind The thought of war blows my mind War has caused unrest in the younger generation Induction then destruction- Who wants to die? Ohhh? War Good God y'all What is it good for? Absolutely nothing Say it, Say it, Say it War! Uh-huh Yeah - Huh! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing Listen to me? War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker War!