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Post by htmb on Jul 18, 2012 18:00:41 GMT
When I look outside I sometimes feel like I am on the moon. The landscape is quite barren and some of the people who visit here are not from this world. I currently live near LAS (not a hooker or croupier) and was born near TNR (don't know the the lady who lived upstairs from K2's cafe). I spend a lot of time south of LAS and I always say it looks like moonscape
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2012 20:07:50 GMT
I always get along with people from TNR and the surrounding area -- I never even met the upstairs lady at the café. It is the others who always told me about her.
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Post by fumobici on Jul 18, 2012 23:49:05 GMT
TNR?
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Post by 6lucky on Jul 19, 2012 0:42:40 GMT
Airport code for Antananarivo Madagascar. I always get along with people from TNR and the surrounding area -- I never even met the upstairs lady at the café. It is the others who always told me about her. My comment was supposed to be tongue-in-cheek, I should have put some smiley faces in. I was completely engaged in your cafe photo post and when you commented about the grumpy lady upstairs I couldn't stop laughing. Most Malagache have an affinity for music and celebration. I'm not sure what her deal was. I apologize if something was lost in translation.
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Post by nycgirl on Jul 27, 2012 4:38:16 GMT
I'm 2,526 miles from my birthplace of Sacramento, CA.
My husband is only 19 miles from the Long Island town where he was born. But he spent several years in the exotic, far-flung city of Boston.
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Post by amboseli on Sept 17, 2014 21:59:19 GMT
I am less than 100 meters (meters, not kilometers) away from where I was born. There are only three houses between our house and my parents' house where I have lived until I got married. I think I'm a winner here!
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Post by htmb on Sept 17, 2014 22:58:59 GMT
Amboseli, that is really impressive!!!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2014 23:02:11 GMT
3469.57 KM. Pretty average, I guess.
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Post by amboseli on Sept 18, 2014 6:54:12 GMT
htmbUnlike the Dutch, Belgians are much more tied to their town, to the house they built and in which they want to live the rest of their lives. Especially the house is important. It is a saying that Belgians have a brick in their stomach.
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