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Those people probably missed first through eighth grades. Their absence notes must've been a hoot.

It's an open book test.

Personally, I think Wal-Mart, and other big chain operations, suck big wind. I'm glad that there isn't one in NYC. Wal-Mart, and other big box stores, follow a simple, and abhorrent, business model. They move into an area; start offering items which are found in the local mom & pop stores; lowball prices which the local stores can't match, causing them to lose business and eventually close, leaving the box stores with a monopoly. Once they establish themselves as the only players, they jack up their prices on those items and/or eliminate them from the inventory because they weren't profitable in the first place. Their only goal was to eliminate the competition. It's a tactic reminiscent of blockbusting once used by real estate agents and developers.

Smart phones, TVs and cars; just stupid end users. Your move.

Harry received extensive airplay in the NYC area, especially on WNEW-FM. He was a Brooklyn guy who didn't forget his roots and a fellow Brooklyn Tech alumnus.

Remember Manfred Mann's "Doo Wah Diddy"? You've NEVER heard a cover version like this. It makes one want to tape up the windows and turn on the gas jets. It's so bad it's good. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s55g2dUVBfk

And, it's in mint condition: http://nypost.com/2016/02/28/this-guys-1966-volvo-has-over-3-million-miles-and-isnt-slowing-down/

My mother would say something similar. She, and my father, were guests of the former German government during WWII and knew from breadlines. The last place she was interred was a DP camp in Wildflecken. Most of the people there were Poles. Mom received her first English lesson there. The Third Army liberated the camp in May 1945 and Gen. George S. Patton toured the place. A couple of G.I.s pointed him out to my mother and told her to walk up and say, "Hey, you stupid S.O.B., give me a g_dd_mn cigarette!" She did. Mom told me that he stared at her for a few seconds, his face turned a really bright red and he started laughing. He asked her, through a translator, who told her to say that. She turned around to point out the guys; but, they "disappeared". He took a liking to my mother and made her a part of his household staff.

One favorite heard by every kid when I was growing up was "Get in there and clean that room! It looks like the Collyer brothers' house!" For those not familiar with the Collyer brothers, they were famous hoarders in New York. Unlike Homer and Langley, I can safely say that my mother never found a car chassis in my closet.

You think that there would be nostalgic interest in Wilhelm Gustloff Andrea Doria or General Slocum replicas?

Does yours have an altimeter and attitude indicator? They're available as optional equipment on some models.

Had you going there, huh? Why let facts get in the way of a good story? You say it's not logical; yet, you think there might be some truth in it.

I once asked a telemarketer who was annoying me what was her cup size. She said it was none of my business. I asked, "Why not? You want my personal information." She let off a string of expletives before she hung up.

Artie the Seal sez

Ah, Okay. Got it.

Suicide doors facilitated dumping a stiff out of a moving car after taking him for a ride. "Pittsburgh Phil" Strauss told me that.

I was perusing the instructions for the AMT and Lindberg '34 Ford pickups at Drastic Plastic's Fotki page. Aside from a few differences in the bed options, they looked like the same kit. I didn't notice any difference in the parts. A situation of convergent evolution?

Only if you want hairline joints.

AAAAGH! So do I.

She doesn't even know what century it is. Perfect!

You can use a polyethylene cutting board, too. CA won't stick to it.

The increase of amputation-inducing accidents, caused by drivers not paying attention to traffic before opening the door and exiting their vehicles, was responsible for the popularity of the nickname "Stumpy" back in those ring-a-ding crazy days of yesteryear.

Easier for fat guys to enter and exit cars back then. They were a tight fit.

Well, Option A could fall into the "insincere praise" category. Option B could be an honest opinion. If one wants to come off as patronizing, Option A. If you are being brutally honest and aren't concerned about being considered rude, Option B. I'll take Option B since I don't have to go home with that person. Like you never goofed on one of your friends for wearing white pants after Labor Day or tube socks with sandals. But, does it have a 'Vette dashboard?

Gimme a break. Why should anyone who doesn't like this have to reel in his tongue behind his teeth and zip his lips? Everybody has different tastes. Just like artwork, if you build something with the intention of publicly displaying it, don't expect everyone to bend over backwards and shower you with insincere praise. One person's idea of a masterpiece is another's dreck. If the guy didn't want feedback, he wouldn't have posted the pictures online in the first place.