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I'm going off what people told me that I said and did at the time. Most of it was not pretty, to be sure. But then again, they could all be double dog liars, too, eh?

I'm not sure I would go so far as to say I've given it up, but it has been a very long time, and I have almost zero iterest in reliving the past. It's a funny thing to have done which can make for some good stories, but I would never recommend it to somebody as a must do. I'm sure I'm past all that shite now. The consequences of getting busted, what with a family, home, and professional career and all that rot now, make contemplating returning to those care-free, drug-induced days of yore totally untenable. What was left in my youth 25+ years ago is best left there today. Still, as you opined, it is great to have those cherished memories and stories to relive and tell to those coming of age now. "This one time, at a bluegrass festival..."

wow you are lucky you are anything at all Peeps overrate acid. It's not that bad. However, that being said, anyone ever try to change a flat tire immediately after an outdoor Frampton concert while severely trippin' on mushrooms? Every single damn muthafuggin' concert-goer has a fucking opinion about how to change your own goddamn flat tire. Second warning: Never never never never go to a BMX event at the Astrodome while trippin' on acid while your "friends" (that have your ticket with THEM) are already inside waiting for you to show up. It doesn't work well with the turnstile staff to try to bribe your way in. Third warning. Oh nevermind... I'm just glad I finally gave all that fucked up shit up. sickie

OK, DeC, you touched on a new game I play around the house with our cat, Phydeaux. Although he's not fat by any stretch, he did recently have to have an eye removed. So now the game is to wait until he's really groggy or has just fallen asleep, sneak up on his blind side, and scare the crap outta him. Great fun! Here he is on the back patio shortly after the stitches were removed.

Yowzerz, do you write for a living? I felt all tingly inside after reading that, but now I'm feeling a little tired all of a sudden... 8D

A hearty second on Toast's recommendation for the Fasulo book. I found it slightly difficult to pair up the text with the illustrations at first, too (sitting in my La-Z-Boy after midnight with a glass of fine Cab). But after "taking it to the streets" so to speak, I found that the descriptions and illustrations make for stellar reference material. Moral: Read and practice completely sober (unless you're not going to climb that way).

chirp- I like the T-shirt, particularly... Have you had your Powdermilk biscuits today?

Agreed, tvash. It is totally within the landlord's control to not support known criminal activity upon or within his properties. dtw: Can you say "aiding and abetting" a criminal?? Although I'm a staunch supporter of low-litigation and personal responsibility, I have to say that you're off the mark on this one.

Man, if peeps on this board think Vantage is loose and chossy, you ain't seen nuthin' yet! I can't even imagine doing a tech route on Kloochman's (at my age) any more, although I did hike by boy up the trade route on the SW side a couple years ago (in a kid carrier when he was two years old or so). Good thing he couldn't talk very well back then, cuz my wife would've killed me if she knew what I was doing with him that day. I guess if you're gonna go, bring a helmet. As a matter of fact, bring two helmets, cuz you're gonna need to shit in one of them. That entire place is a freaking bowling alley, all of it. DANGER!!!1 WARNING, WILL ROBINSON!!!1

Thanks for the beta, Craig. The guidebook, and talking firsthand with Joe, scared me away from the upper pitches.

Well, technically, Kloochman Rock is behind you as you ascend Goose Egg's eastern wall, so you wouldn't really see Kloochman's unless you turned to look over your left shoulder. Good on ya for salvaging the weekend, Craig. I've only done the first three pitches, but I enjoyed that much of it. Nice to see ya topped out. How loose are things after Pitch 3?

He was an awesomely great guy, Kurt. The very best. People like him don't deserve to die like that. And certainly not while leaving a wonderful woman and a new kid behind. He's dead and there's two loozerz walking free. That just ain't fair, and it just ain't right.

Sorry for the buzzkill, ivan, but I've been experiencing a continued low pressure system lately. It looks like the barometric pressure is rising, tho... Besides, what's a Wayback Thread without a mention of those fine people and good friends that have passed through our lives? RE: your questions... From what the papers, my folks, and Frank's wife Patti has told me, there were two perps. One was apparently the "lookout", the other was the trigger man. It was all recorded on the overhead video camera at the cashier counter, but the creeps were never (to my knowledge) apprehended for this crime. I hope they are on the bottom of a bayou somewhere as I write this, although Frank would probably not approve of me saying that. The guy had too much class. Frank was the only store personnel (he managed the store) in the climbing/backpacking shop at the time of the shooting. Two African-American males entered the Fairfax store shortly after Frank opened it one Friday morning at the end of November, 1990. He helped the "shooter" try on several down coats. The other guy just sort of wandered the store, looking around and shit. After spending some time in the store (close to 45 minutes or so, according to the video camera), Frank and the shooter approached the cash register to ring the two out. Upon the cash drawer opening, the shooter pulled out a .44 caliber handgun and demanded all the money in the register. Frank backed away from the shooter and cash register, leaving the drawer open, and gestured to him to take the money. The guy grabs about $200 in cash or so, and then puts two in Frank's chest from across the check-out counter. The two run out of the store and jump into a beater 70s era piece of Detroit iron with Washington DC tags that was parked out front. A witness (or witnesses) outside the store noted the plate number; the vehicle turned out to be recently stolen. The authorities were alerted by the witness(es), and Frank was transported to a DC-area hospital, where he died more than three hours later on the OR table, never having regained consciousness. The police never found the two that killed Frank. He was a muscle-bound freak with an incredible will to live and a love for life, which is why I believe it took so long for him to die that day. Frank left behind the woman that I had introduced him to that became his wife and the mother of his son, his 10-month-old boy named Kyle (pictured above, named after the time-traveling character in the first Terminator movie - our favorite flick at the time). I still get all choked up every time I think about him, see that movie, or hear anything from the (now defunct) band Big Country, which was our favorite road trip music (Where the Rose is Sown and Just a Shadow were our favorite road tunes, especially the lengthy head-banging guitar and E-bow solos at the end of those songs). I will never forget my first climbing partner and my best friend, Frank Seth Gibson. OK, so I'm done for right now. Someone else can post something and hopefully brighten up this thread.

One last one of Frank. I've been looking for this pic a while now, and finally found it this morning. This pic was taken less than six months before Frank was murdered in his climbing store. His son Kyle is about 5 or 6 months old here. Kyle will graduate high school next year, never really knowing his father.

"Life is fine, fine here, Communism killed democracy, We will bury you, Life is fine, fine here."

good one. You're always so quick.

That's Walla Walla

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I don't get it.

Sweet! Hope you heal up soon.

And they owed NPR a favor. How you doing, oly?

Rudy, I c/p-ed this from the original "22 Killed in Virginia Tech Shooting" thread from yesterday. I saw GV on the list of the dead and was stunned. I'm a Hokie alum, too: '83-'88. Classes in Norris, and dated girls that lived in AJ. Sad. Have ya'll seen the news bits about his "disturbed writing" pieces and plays? CNN link Among the many killed was a person who I thought was my best professor ever during my tenure there. I never would have understood open channel flow and fluid mechanics were it not for this gentleman:

In order from then to now, near as I can remember this shite: Washington: Skykomish, Naches, Walla Walla Italy: Pisa Idaho: Idaho Falls Italy: Pisa Virginia: Front Royal Long motorcycle ride through the Atlantic Coasts states to Florida Florida: Daytona Beach City Jail, 3 days Followed by long motorcycle ride across Gulf Coast states Texas: Houston Long motorcycle ride across the desert SW to California California: Huntington Beach Long drive in a beater Volvo towing my bike back to Texas Texas: Houston Virginia: Blacksburg (VaTech) and Front Royal (folks' place for the summers) Long drive in the Volvo beater out west, climbing along the way Washington: Walla Walla, Kennewick, Yakima, Richland, Spokane Alaska: Anchorage Washington: Richland, Yakima, Kennewick Born and raised in Washington, I have come full circle, back here to stay for a bit. Whew! I'm done moving around for a while.

sobo confirmed. BSCE '88 Just so you know, I was just about to do the same post. wfinley got me thinkin' about it. Glad you got on it, as I have a meeting to get to now. Ring in here, all you Hokies out there!!!!!1 Didn't know TLG was a Hokie. I hear RobBob is too, altho he ain't been 'round these heah parts in a coon's age. ryland_moore, you went to VaTech, dincha?

I do sniff panties. Just my wife's tho... TMI??