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Post by bazfaz on Aug 24, 2009 9:38:49 GMT
I guess you ran out of peasants to eat.
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Post by gyro on Aug 24, 2009 12:22:20 GMT
Yeah, I normally avoid being around peasants. Until now, obv.
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Post by lola on Aug 24, 2009 13:20:46 GMT
Hey, gyro. I guess the sadness of not having a home town would be offset by the obv pleasures of the wolf pack thing.
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Post by gyro on Aug 24, 2009 13:32:07 GMT
Yeah, but once a month .............
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 24, 2009 14:41:42 GMT
Hmmmm. Should I out Gyro? Here is where he can be found when not howling on a hill. |
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Post by Jazz on Aug 24, 2009 15:41:19 GMT
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Post by lola on Aug 24, 2009 16:09:18 GMT
gyro, I've never been clear whether the howling was self-expression, or social, or an attempt to communicate with the moon.
When we camped at Yellowstone a few years ago, we met an English mother and her teenage son who'd come because he'd always been fascinated with wolves.
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 24, 2009 16:21:00 GMT
Was she leaving him there?
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Post by lola on Aug 24, 2009 18:48:42 GMT
I think probably not. He wasn't into as much as gyro.
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Post by BigIain on Aug 24, 2009 19:53:05 GMT
I was born and raised in Edinburgh, one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I have lived in or near the city for 32 of my 42 years and have moved back here in the last few months for family reasons. I would not be here by choice... I would much prefer to be one of Baz's neighbours. Then I would be able to mow the Faz's lawn once a week in exchange for a flaggon of cheap red wine and a nice dinner!
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Post by bazfaz on Aug 24, 2009 20:50:49 GMT
Iain, there is indeed a smallish grass area to mow in the new house. Unlike here, the grass is still green in August so there is some mowing to be done.
On top of that the swimming pool is enclosed with a "living fence" as the modern jargon has it. I would say it was a hedge made of willow. Anyway, it looks good but it needs constant trimming. It's your turn.
Nice dinner provided. We need to explore the wine situation. Cahors used to produce heavy dark wines that needed long maturing. Then they changed to quicker maturing grape varieties and lost thei cachet. I haven't seen vineyards around Marminiac but ther must be some cheap good stuff available.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2009 9:25:18 GMT
I know that there are a lot of wineries on the old road to Cahors that sell the big plastic containers of Quercy wine. I've never bought any of it from them, however.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2011 22:05:03 GMT
Today I passed through a neighbourhood where I lived for almost 13 years and it evoked no positive memories for me, even though I used to like it and regretted leaving it at the time.
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Post by bixaorellana on Mar 3, 2011 0:04:17 GMT
Did you feel anything at all?
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Post by bjd on Mar 3, 2011 8:15:36 GMT
The other day I was wasting time on Google Earth and had a look for a house where we lived for 3 years after moving to Toronto, Canada. It was a corner house -- it has now been re-numbered and is no longer considered as being on the bigger street but on the smaller side street. A big fence has been put up, they got rid of the garage and re-did the entire back with a big glassed-in area.
The last time I saw that house, I was about 20 and visited someone living there. It was being used as a communal sort of house. It has obviously had a lot of work put into it since then. The whole neighbourhood looks nice in fact. There had been a period when it began to look a bit scungy.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2011 13:15:13 GMT
Did you feel anything at all? It seemed like a totally different life that I had blanked from my mind. Strangely enough, I was reminded of the episodes of "Cold Case" where all of the witnesses are reluctant to talk about what happened "back then" even when they were not involved in the criminal affair. |
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Post by onlymark on Mar 3, 2011 14:07:15 GMT
When I first started working it was as a mechanic for the National Coal Board. We had a base but also I had to visit many pits to do work on their vehicles. Eventually the pits and the garage closed down.
Many years later the area where the garage was had been razed in preparation for a shopping centre being built.
I visited it, climbed over the fence, and walked round remembering.
Even though it wasn't a very good job I remembered it with nostalgia. Especially as I had many humorous moments there. There was a sense of humour that seems now to be rarely found.
I also see where all the old pits used to be and marvel at how over the years the areas have been turned to nature.
Rose tinted spectacles for sure, but still.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2011 3:15:23 GMT
In my real home town of Long Beach, Mississippi, there is a very small building on the main street built out of concrete blocks -- three blank walls and the front end with a shop window. It bears the very utilitarian name of Long Beach Barber Shop. I was taken there as a child every two weeks to get a buzz cut when I was quite small and something a bit more normal later.
It is just about the only building in town that has survived every single hurricane over the years. I'm sure I'm going to feel strange if ever I go to that town (I was last there in maybe 2008) and discover that it has disappeared, for whatever reason.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2012 15:16:49 GMT
Another thing that I remember about my home town is that even though the population was about 5,000 back then, it had at least 15 churches.
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