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Turning into a night of beautiful songs Scott. Mormon Tabernacle Choir, with a guest:



And with this I close for the evening...
 

And since Tom was an American first, but accepted all others with similar views, like those of my Friends from up north,

I post this, in the spirit of the season,



My Best Wishes to All,

Scott
 

Scott- Ya know you're something special when you can pick a Medeco.

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Scott- Ya know you're something special when you can pick a Medeco.

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I once heard that Medeco offered a cool million to someone who could pick a Medeco.
The industry standard for security, or some such nonsense.
Commonly used at banks....

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I got my hands on a Medeco a couple of months ago and cleared
the pins from the chambers and loaded one pin.

I played with it until I could pick one pin.
Then I added another pin.
Then another....

I can pick a 4 pin Medeco, but 6 pins is pretty much impossible.
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My locksmith Friend and I just finished up a "Housing Authority" job that used IC cores.

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Used the "Best" "B" keyway.
I Had to pin them to a control and a tenant key, of course, a "Master" and a "Grand Master key."

Two each per unit.
I'd guess about 250-300 units.

I'd pin them up and when it was scheduled, we'd "make a run" on a property changing them out.

Oh, and each pair per unit of cores had to have 3 keys made. Two for the tenant and one for the maintenance staff.

And the keys had to be stamped and the IC cores had to be engraved with the "control" numbers.

We worked on that all summer!

I hear talk of a Christmas Dinner of Sushi this week at an upscale joint called KIKU!

Kiku Japanese Restaurant

Best,

Scott
 

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G.I.B., these pictures are awesome!

Sent from my SCH-R930 using Tapatalk 2

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"Oh, no! He's not gonna, is he?"

"Yep, looks like he is...."

WHY?
'Cause I had to, that's why....​




Best,

Scott​
 

Folks,

This song has been covered by everybody and their brothers and sisters....original is by Leonard Cohen a home town by from Montreal...ie; a hoodie....lol.

This version by k.d. lang is very good in my opinion - Hallelujah.

 

Planning a camping trip for Christmas or New Years.
Or BOTH!
(school's comin' up....)

In the mountains,
once the leaves have all fallen to the ground,
and Nature's flora and fauna have either hibernated or continue seeking sustenance,
the air is crisp, sound travels farther and I should be able to hear or see a bear.
(before they are aware of me...)
He probably should be hibernating.
'Cause he don't want any trouble from me.

He can zig, I'll zag....
We'll be on our way...

A couple of pics if possible....

Bare Trees increase audibility.....
Among other things...

Enjoy!


(Full Album)

Best,

Scott​
 

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"Well, seems like I have a busy day tomorrow, so I guess we'll call it a night."

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"Gosh, Andy, I thought you might tell us a story first."

"Yeah. Barney says that you have a story for everything!"

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"Ooooh! Yeah! Andy, tell that story about Christmas lights. Please?"

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"All right. Then will you let me rest?"


One year I lived in a 150 year old brick house (renting) in Kansas that had a working windmill.
It was close to a highway on the way to Topeka.
(It was damaged in the tornado later that spring, but that's another story....)
Anywho,
I climbed the windmill with a half dozen strings of Christmas lights and a pocketful of "zip-ties."

I ran the whole mess of electrical connections to a "Pay Meter."

My Sweetie and all of her friends kept the kitty fed---$0.25 for 45 minutes.

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It could be seen twinkling from the highway;
I've heard strangers mention "The Christmas Windmill."

Good Night, Y'all!

Best,

Scott​
 

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Is it too late to undertake an audible and/or video "Foxfire" project?

My Final Paper for Anthropology, that I received an "A."
-------------------

Scott Xxxxxx
924210977
Anth. 1102
Appalachia
Tucked among the mountains and valleys of the eastern United States are a people with a unique culture; the Appalachians. Named for a stretch of a mountain range that runs from southern New York to Georgia, the people of Appalachia have learned to adapt to the harsh environment of mountain living and isolation.
“In the 1700’s, immigrants from Scotland, Ireland, England, and Germany moved into the area, bringing with them the customs, stories, and language of their ‘grands and greats.’ The first settlers were also farmers; growing their own food, making their own clothes, forging their own tools, and building their own homes.” (1). It was/is a life with simple needs; food, shelter, and “likker.”
There is no waste of the precious resources for the Appalachians. When domesticated livestock is butchered for food, all parts of the animal are used. Even the feathers of chickens were used in pillow stuffing. From a hog, this includes the rendering of fat to lard to cook with and to make lye for soap, hog hair for the bristles of a tooth brush or hair brush, the snout or “rooter” is roasted, the skin fried for “cracklings,” the feet are either pickled or used for soup stock as is the tail. Indeed, everything on a hog is used except the “oink!”
Many indigenous plants were found to be edible and were thus cultivated along with crops newly introduced to the area such as corn, grains and tubers. It was also believed that cures for many ailments could be found in the local flora. Several “cures” involved the use of a “poultice.”
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While some of the remedies have valid properties, some border upon the inane. For example, one suggestion for someone afflicted with chest congestion is to, “Render the fat of a polecat. Eat two or three spoonfuls. This brings up the phlegm.” (2). I’m sure that it will bring up more than just phlegm!
Along with the domesticated livestock, wild game teemed throughout the mountains. Methods learned and handed down from generation to generation were employed in trapping, fishing and hunting. A good hunting dog was often thought of more highly than children and prized as much as a “straight shooting iron.” Wild game, “in season,” such as deer, rabbits, squirrel, turkeys and hogs were always a welcome sight on the dinner table and often larger game was smoked, cured, dried or preserved for the long cold winter months. Wild hogs were semi-domesticated. One who owned hogs usually marked the hogs with splitting of the hog’s ears. The hogs were allowed to run free in a stretch of woods during the spring, summer and fall to graze on chestnuts. In November, several were rounded up and brought to the homestead for two to four weeks to be fed a corn diet to purify the meat and fat of the bitterness of the chestnut diet. The lard rendered without the purification would be dark and bitter.
Occasionally, disagreements arose among neighbors over ownership of the “wild” hogs, land boundaries and a general mistrust of strangers or someone not in their own “clan.” It was an argument over a hog that ignited the infamous “Hatfield-McCoy Feud.” While instances of disagreements with neighbors are not common, the closeness of neighbors in helping each other is.
Though your closest neighbor may live five miles away, across two creeks and on the other side of the valley or mountain, you knew them and their family as well as your own. Unlike today’s urban dweller who doesn’t even know their neighbor’s name, your neighbors were always willing to help with a barn building, a deer hunt, an illness in the family or just getting together for a “shindig.” And you are just as willing to be there for your neighbor.
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In the tradition of gender assigned responsibilities, women of different families would share recipes, swap cloth and patterns on sewing, swap canning jars and supplies and share cleaning tips. The men would share hunting stories of where game could be found, maybe swap some nails for some bullets, lend tools, admire each other’s hunting dogs and both genders would share these times over a twist or a pipeful of tobacco. The men would also share samples of their pride and joy; home-made alcohol. For drinking. Or “medicinal use.”
The “Whiskey Rebellion” of 1791, as a result of a tax levied by the federal government to pay for the cost of the revolutionary war, caused many in Appalachia to hide their stills in the woods and make their liquor at night creating the term, “moonshine.” “Other aspects of the excise law also caused concern. The law required all stills to be registered, and those cited for failure to pay the tax had to appear in distant Federal, rather than local, courts. In Pennsylvania, for example, the only Federal courthouse was in Philadelphia, some 300 miles away from the small frontier settlement of Pittsburgh.” (3).
This mistrust of government officials “poking around” asking questions and monitoring the sales of sugar, yeast, copper tubing, etc. led to great animosity via the “Revenuer.” Though I do not know anything about how it’s made, I have tasted it and find it suitable for paint removal, weed killing and temporary stupidity if consumed in any quantity over a teaspoonful. Perhaps the only beneficial use that I can conceive of IS a teaspoonful in a hot toddy mixture including hot water and honey. My grandmother used to make a hot toddy when she felt a cold coming on, however; she replaced the liquor with vinegar as she was of temperance beliefs.
Many activities are planned around signs of nature including crop planting, crop reaping, hunting and fishing. For example on fishing concerning the direction of the wind; “Wind from the East the fish bites the least. Wind from the North the fish bites the poorest. Wind from the South blows the bait in the fish’s mouth. Wind from the West fishing is best.”
It is of interest to note that all cultures have endeavored to understand Nature and try to reap benefits when the opportunity is favorable and presents itself. Some observations and
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correlations are surprisingly accurate, especially when weather is concerned, whereas, most are of little benefit or at the worst, dangerous. Perhaps a couple of teaspoonfuls of rendered polecat fat?
Slowly, in the mid to late twentieth century, modern conveniences found their way to the people of Appalachia. Beginning with the WPA, which employed many men on projects like the TVA which helped to bring electricity to the mountains and the introduction of transportation other than horseback or buggy, life evolved. In both instances, the degree of isolationism decreased resulting in the integration into a more national identity and the old, hard ways of survival became less hard and time consuming. Sadly, at the same time, the lifestyle, the closeness of neighbors, the history and oral traditions began to decline and are found only in a few remote pockets scattered among the mountains. “They are as rare as hen’s teeth.”
I am fond of the lifestyle of self-sustenance, being embraced by nature and in general, a less frenzied 21[SUP]st[/SUP] century existence found only in the mountains of Appalachia.
Do YOU know your neighbors?

References Cited

1) The Girl Scouts of Black Diamond. Appalachian Heritage Activity Guide for Girl Scouts. https://www.bdgsc.org/getattachment/for-adults/Volunteer-Resources/Activity-Ideas/Appalachian-Heritage-Activity-Guide-for-Girls.pdf.aspx
2) Wigginton, Eliot. Edit and Introduction. The Foxfire Book. 1972. p234.
3) United States Department of the Treasury. Alcohol and Tobacco Tax and Trade Bureau. The Whiskey Rebellion.
http://www.ttb.gov/public_info/whisky_rebellion.shtml


Cornbread Recipe
1 cup milk
1/4 cup butter or margarine, melted
1 egg
1 1/4 cups white cornmeal
1 cup flour
1/2 cup sugar
3 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt

Heat oven to 400ºF.
Grease bottom and side of round pan, 9x1 1/2 inches, or square pan, 8x8x2 inches.
Or your cast iron skillet.

Beat milk, butter and egg in large bowl. Stir in remaining ingredients all at once just until flour is moistened (batter will be lumpy). Pour batter into pan.
Bake 20 to 25 minutes or until golden brown and toothpick inserted in center comes out clean.


I baked a batch of cornbread and took it in for the class to enjoy. Along with a jar of local honey.
Yummy!

 

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"And, one more song, I don't know why,
but, Here ya go, kids!"

So, are you #1, #2, #3 or #4?



Best,

Scott

PS.
These lads put on a he...of a concert!
Well, they rock!

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I'd say that Rick can play a guitar!
 

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For the Cheap Trick fans in the house tonight...



Full recording version of "Live at Budokan."



Best,

Scott​
 

Is it too late to undertake an audible and/or video "Foxfire" project?

My Final Paper for Anthropology, that I received an "A."
-------------------

Scott Xxxxxx
924210977
Anth. 1102
Appalachia
Tucked among the mountains and valleys of the eastern United States are a people with a unique culture; the Appalachians. Named for a stretch of a mountain range that runs from southern New York to Georgia, the people of Appalachia have learned to adapt to the harsh environment of mountain living and isolation.
“In the 1700’s, immigrants from Scotland, Ireland, England, and Germany moved into the area, bringing with them the customs, stories, and language of their ‘grands and greats.’ The first settlers were also farmers; growing their own food, making their own clothes, forging their own tools, and building their own homes.” (1). It was/is a life with simple needs; food, shelter, and “likker.”
There is no waste of the precious resources for the Appalachians. When domesticated livestock is butchered for food, all parts of the animal are used. Even the feathers of chickens were used in pillow stuffing. From a hog, this includes the rendering of fat to lard to cook with and to make lye for soap, hog hair for the bristles of a tooth brush or hair brush, the snout or “rooter” is roasted, the skin fried for “cracklings,” the feet are either pickled or used for soup stock as is the tail. Indeed, everything on a hog is used except the “oink!”
Many indigenous plants were found to be edible and were thus cultivated along with crops newly introduced to the area such as corn, grains and tubers. It was also believed that cures for many ailments could be found in the local flora. Several “cures” involved the use of a “poultice.”
Xxxxxx 2
While some of the remedies have valid properties, some border upon the inane. For example, one suggestion for someone afflicted with chest congestion is to, “Render the fat of a polecat. Eat two or three spoonfuls. This brings up the phlegm.” (2). I’m sure that it will bring up more than just phlegm!
Along with the domesticated livestock, wild game teemed throughout the mountains. Methods learned and handed down from generation to generation were employed in trapping, fishing and hunting. A good hunting dog was often thought of more highly than children and prized as much as a “straight shooting iron.” Wild game, “in season,” such as deer, rabbits, squirrel, turkeys and hogs were always a welcome sight on the dinner table and often larger game was smoked, cured, dried or preserved for the long cold winter months. Wild hogs were semi-domesticated. One who owned hogs usually marked the hogs with splitting of the hog’s ears. The hogs were allowed to run free in a stretch of woods during the spring, summer and fall to graze on chestnuts. In November, several were rounded up and brought to the homestead for two to four weeks to be fed a corn diet to purify the meat and fat of the bitterness of the chestnut diet. The lard rendered without the purification would be dark and bitter.
Occasionally, disagreements arose among neighbors over ownership of the “wild” hogs, land boundaries and a general mistrust of strangers or someone not in their own “clan.” It was an argument over a hog that ignited the infamous “Hatfield-McCoy Feud.” While instances of disagreements with neighbors are not common, the closeness of neighbors in helping each other is.
Though your closest neighbor may live five miles away, across two creeks and on the other side of the valley or mountain, you knew them and their family as well as your own. Unlike today’s urban dweller who doesn’t even know their neighbor’s name, your neighbors were always willing to help with a barn building, a deer hunt, an illness in the family or just getting together for a “shindig.” And you are just as willing to be there for your neighbor.
Xxxxxx 3
In the tradition of gender assigned responsibilities, women of different families would share recipes, swap cloth and patterns on sewing, swap canning jars and supplies and share cleaning tips. The men would share hunting stories of where game could be found, maybe swap some nails for some bullets, lend tools, admire each other’s hunting dogs and both genders would share these times over a twist or a pipeful of tobacco. The men would also share samples of their pride and joy; home-made alcohol. For drinking. Or “medicinal use.”
The “Whiskey Rebellion” of 1791, as a result of a tax levied by the federal government to pay for the cost of the revolutionary war, caused many in Appalachia to hide their stills in the woods and make their liquor at night creating the term, “moonshine.” “Other aspects of the excise law also caused concern. The law required all stills to be registered, and those cited for failure to pay the tax had to appear in distant Federal, rather than local, courts. In Pennsylvania, for example, the only Federal courthouse was in Philadelphia, some 300 miles away from the small frontier settlement of Pittsburgh.” (3).
This mistrust of government officials “poking around” asking questions and monitoring the sales of sugar, yeast, copper tubing, etc. led to great animosity via the “Revenuer.” Though I do not know anything about how it’s made, I have tasted it and find it suitable for paint removal, weed killing and temporary stupidity if consumed in any quantity over a teaspoonful. Perhaps the only beneficial use that I can conceive of IS a teaspoonful in a hot toddy mixture including hot water and honey. My grandmother used to make a hot toddy when she felt a cold coming on, however; she replaced the liquor with vinegar as she was of temperance beliefs.
Many activities are planned around signs of nature including crop planting, crop reaping, hunting and fishing. For example on fishing concerning the direction of the wind; “Wind from the East the fish bites the least. Wind from the North the fish bites the poorest. Wind from the South blows the bait in the fish’s mouth. Wind from the West fishing is best.”
It is of interest to note that all cultures have endeavored to understand Nature and try to reap benefits when the opportunity is favorable and presents itself. Some observations and
Xxxxxx 4
correlations are surprisingly accurate, especially when weather is concerned, whereas, most are of little benefit or at the worst, dangerous. Perhaps a couple of teaspoonfuls of rendered polecat fat?
Slowly, in the mid to late twentieth century, modern conveniences found their way to the people of Appalachia. Beginning with the WPA, which employed many men on projects like the TVA which helped to bring electricity to the mountains and the introduction of transportation other than horseback or buggy, life evolved. In both instances, the degree of isolationism decreased resulting in the integration into a more national identity and the old, hard ways of survival became less hard and time consuming. Sadly, at the same time, the lifestyle, the closeness of neighbors, the history and oral traditions began to decline and are found only in a few remote pockets scattered among the mountains. “They are as rare as hen’s teeth.”
I am fond of the lifestyle of self-sustenance, being embraced by nature and in general, a less frenzied 21[SUP]st[/SUP] century existence found only in the mountains of Appalachia.
Do YOU know your neighbors?

References Cited

1) The Girl Scouts of Black Diamond. Appalachian Heritage Activity Guide for Girl Scouts. https://www.bdgsc.org/getattachment/for-adults/Volunteer-Resources/Activity-Ideas/Appalachian-Heritage-Activity-Guide-for-Girls.pdf.aspx
2) Wigginton, Eliot. Edit and Introduction. The Foxfire Book. 1972. p234.
3) United States Department of the Treasury. Alcohol and Tobacco Tax and Trade Bureau. The Whiskey Rebellion.
http://www.ttb.gov/public_info/whisky_rebellion.shtml


Cornbread Recipe
1 cup milk
1/4 cup butter or margarine, melted
1 egg
1 1/4 cups white cornmeal
1 cup flour
1/2 cup sugar
3 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt

Heat oven to 400ºF.
Grease bottom and side of round pan, 9x1 1/2 inches, or square pan, 8x8x2 inches.
Or your cast iron skillet.

Beat milk, butter and egg in large bowl. Stir in remaining ingredients all at once just until flour is moistened (batter will be lumpy). Pour batter into pan.
Bake 20 to 25 minutes or until golden brown and toothpick inserted in center comes out clean.


I baked a batch of cornbread and took it in for the class to enjoy. Along with a jar of local honey.
Yummy!

Neighbors know me Cousin!
 

My Sister from Kansas has been calling me all weekend.
I'm guessing that she wants to tell me about my Grandmother's passing.
I already know.

Perhaps my Mom's Brother, my Uncle dying?

Too many die in December.
What's up with that anyway?

I'm going to return her call RIGHT NOW to see what's up......

I'll relate the info later.

Maybe....

Best,

Scott

PS.

My niece, my Sister's Daughter will turn 18 in about a month.
She's been accepted to Kansas State University!

When she was about 6 and my Mom died, I used a trunk that my Grandmother gave me when I joined the Army and filled it with treasures not to be opened until her 18th Birthday.
The treasures included genuine Hummel's, my Mom's purse filled with her jewelry, coins, collectibles and other Family heirlooms.

I'm sad that when she opens the trunk, I will not be there.....

OK!

Call my Sister....


Best,

Scott
 

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Wow!

Just talked to my Sister for about an hour.

She said that she wants the family to be whole after the passing of my divisive Grandmother.

Ok. Sure. That's what I've always wanted.
Um...for the "Family" to be whole, not the passing of my Grandmother, the Matriarch....

In general, the conversation was positive and we also had a chance to reminisce....

(She forgave me for picking the lock on her diary.....)

What little Family that I have left will be reunited!

Two songs come to mind....



and...



Best,

Scott


PS.
I DO keep odd hours....

And yes, my Uncle passed a mere 5 days after my Grandmother....
 

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I must be getting odd, while you're getting even....



Who's keeping score? :dontknow:

'Bout time for the "rubber match."

What's your game and what's your stake?
Anything from pinochle to poker,
Monopoly to trivial pursuit,
(I've NEVER lost....)

Dice?
Cards?
I'm feelin' lucky.....

Let's play....

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(Prices negotiable...)


I'm in!

Best,

Scott​
 

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