EWolfe

Falcon Press.

When I was working in West Virginia, a fellow woodworker-type told me this one (true, by all accounts): A few years back (early '90's), an old church in Europe suffered some damage from a wind storm, including damage to a 150-year-old copper roof on the building. Since it was an old roof anyway, the church decided to take bids for replacing, rather than repairing the roof. So the ad went out. Five or six bids came back for this large job. There were many considerations that indicated an expensive replacement: steep pitched roof, high elevation roof on uneven ground requiring extensive scaffolding work, and the sheer weight and labor of replacing a large church roof. Materials would be provided by the church, so the bids were labor and disposal of the old roof only. The bids came back and they were all pretty close: $130,000; $150,000, and a low bid of $110,000. A few days passed by as they checked out the companies, and reviewed bids - then they got a call from a fellow in Texas who only asked when the original roof was put on. They told him it was 150 years old, and he said: "I will do this job for free if you let me have the old roof". The church officials told him that removal was part of the job bid, and the Texan said again: "I'll do the job for free". Needless to say, they were reluctant to believe that a foreigner was going to fly in and do the job for nothing, but upon checking the credentials of this individual were convinced that the work would not only be top-notch, but done in a timely fashion. The superintendant for the church was particularly curious about this Texan, and how he could afford to do this job gratis . The offer was accepted, the team of 10 flew in, tore out and replaced the roof in short time, impressing all with the quality and speed of their work, and finally started packing up the old copper into crates to be shipped back to the states. The superintendant got an idea, but it still didn't make sense, so he approached the Texan and asked him: " I can see you are shipping the copper back home, but how does that help you recoup your labor and travel for this job" The Texan responded as they packed the last of the copper into the trucks: "150 years ago, they hadn't figured out how to smelt gold out of copper - I estimated that there is at least $700,000 of gold in this copper to be smelted out. Goodbye"

Got an advanced copy in my hot little hands Alan redrew all of the topos and they are awesome ! More like a piece of artwork than a guide book

Just in case: Happy cooking!

I like 'em dirty: frozen glass, dry vermouth, swirl, then shake out, spanish olives, splash of olive juice and Sapphire. The booze is frozen, so no fuss 'n muss, just rinse, and throw the glass back in the freezer, wait 15 minutes ( which is a good idea anyway ), repeat as necessary

I don't know if NE Oregon is really part of OR. More like Idaho west Prineville is North Texas, then

Your groupies

TACOMA! Your tough neighbor to the South Even the orchestra don't take no shit from nobody

You go, my brotha from anotha mutha ( hey, I just broke 1000 )

I took a factor two fall on a new rope once, and it looked fine, but you wouldn't want to climb on it again Someone stole it out of my van the next day

Are we still talking about welded tuff?

There are a ton of little cubbyholes in the boulders around camp - just cover with a moss canopy and or log. Make sure it's not a sit start Or you could stop in Vancouver on your way up and volunteer for this program - get's 'em every time

good, we won't have to worry about you with the consumables at the October party, then?

Psyche! Seriously, if you don't bury your cams the metolius are the bomb - the spring action seems more solid than the camalots, they take a beating better than the camalots, and you don't have to keep replacing the trigger wires However, the rarely used cams (camaqlot #'s 4,4.5,5, camalots rule) 5 years on camalots, 10 on metolius

When I lived in LaConner, Washington in High School, Tom coached a women's volleyball team in Skagit County - I knew people that would go to the games just to see him. At that time he also drove a DeLorean with Oregon License plates that said "SNIFF" (after John D was busted for coke ). I would see him around town on occasion. -circa 1978

Thursday night in Vancouver! Man, they get all the best shows - Cheeba-cheeba! Got that cheeba! - Bum rushed by the homies, ah-haha!! - Loc'in it after dark - Funky Cold Medina - Wild Thing

Hey! Du's the goatroper!

Evergreen State College Goeducks They still can figure out how those things - one of life's little MisterE's

WASHINGTON, DC—Pointing to massive war-time tax cuts, physicians from the Congressional Budget Office diagnosed President Bush with attention-to-deficit disorder Tuesday. "The president exhibits all the symptoms of ATDD: impulsiveness, restlessness, inability to focus on mounting U.S. debt likely to reach $400 billion by the year's end," Dr. Terrence Spellman said. "Failing to address his affliction could lead to serious long-term fiscal health problems for future generations of Americans." To treat the president's ATDD, Spellman prescribed Ritalin and an introductory course in high-school economics. (from The Onion)

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