My uncle owned a traveling museum (may have been a library, not sure) (semi-truck). After that he went to Russia. He moved back to the states a year or 2 ago (Sacramento). I guess he started to like his doctor who was from Ukraine. Now I guess he's thinking of moving back to the area he was before.
I stole his hat once.
My great uncle Pete was a paratrooper in WWII. The night before D-Day and was machine gunned a half dozen times across the back during the jump. Amazingly, he survived, but the war was over for him. He became a devoted communist and eventually moved to Cuba to harvest sugar cane. My father was trying to get a security clearance during the Vietnam war and Pete's name came up. The spooks who process the clearances had a ton of questions for my father about how close he and Pete were, etc.
When my grandmother was three years old the largest and most destructive tornado ever recorded demolished her hometown. She, didn't make it. Now that is an interesting story.
Originally posted by The PlumberNo, I meant what I posted...."best form of flattery". ....ring ring - ring ring ....hang on a sec, be right back...ring ring (picks up)
I believe the reference was to:
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
"Hello, skeeter speaking"
"Yes...Yes...Yes, he's here. Yes......OK"
Hey Bowmann, this call is for you. It's the zoo - they're saying you've got the brains of an ass and he wants it back.