Alaska Mike needs good thoughts

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: MMario
Date: 28 Nov 06 - 05:33 PM

did someone say 500?

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Tig
Date: 28 Nov 06 - 05:29 PM

Hey -can I get 500!

So glad to hear you are on the mend Mike, but please take it slowly cos otherwise you will suffer later.

Lots of love and hugs
Tig
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: gnu
Date: 28 Nov 06 - 03:55 PM

So, Leadfingers aboutst?

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: gnu
Date: 28 Nov 06 - 03:54 PM

Hey... my bedroom door is a hallway away from the bathroom door. I live in a convenient bungalow... small being the operative word.

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Ebbie
Date: 28 Nov 06 - 03:40 PM

"Just hope the plumbing holds toninght." So do I, gnu. Sleep close to a bathroom, though, just in case...

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: gnu
Date: 28 Nov 06 - 02:56 PM

Yes, Mick. Almost like the beer analysis coming back from the laboratory that reads, "We are sorry to inform you that your horse has died from a urinary tract infection."

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Big Mick
Date: 28 Nov 06 - 02:44 PM

Bastard obviously is not familiar with your music, or he would have brought Guinness. Or maybe he is familiar with your music and is trying to tell you something. One of my favorite cartoons shows a horse drinking out of a bucket with a Guinness label on the side, while simultaneously pissing in a bucket with a Budweiser label on it.

Mick

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: gnu
Date: 28 Nov 06 - 02:33 PM

Some guys just pulled up and hitched their horses to the ramp on my truck. Apparently, there may be massive layoffs at the brewery and I saw one of the horses get real nervous when one the guys sneezed - thought he said "glue". I am concerned for the plight of others, so...

Well, of course not. But, my uncle did drop off a flat of Bud as a thank you for a favour I did for him when he was sick and couldn't tend to one of his apartment buildings. I fixed some plumbing in the middle of the night. And replaced the faulty panel ground on the entrance, which might be what caused the water heater breaker to fry when... hey.. $40 of Bud for a two hundred dollar job? The cheap bastard!

Anyway, I might get back on the wagon after I get off the wagon. Just hope the plumbing holds toninght.

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Ebbie
Date: 28 Nov 06 - 02:17 PM

Mike, how about a live journal in your day to day recovery? That would keep a golden umbrella over ya.

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Charley Noble
Date: 27 Nov 06 - 09:20 PM

Well said!

Charley Noble

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Rapparee
Date: 27 Nov 06 - 09:10 PM

Ya don't know when it's gonna happen, so live like yer gonna croak in the next minute or two. And that means really appreciating everything and everyone around you -- especially the people closest to you.

If I didn't take any lesson away from my time in the Infantry, I took that.

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: catspaw49
Date: 27 Nov 06 - 08:43 PM

......but all of us should take time once in awhile to appreciate the people and things that make us happy.

Excellent and Very True......but if you choose the "near death" route, I personally recommend it be on a one time only basis!

Spaw

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Alaska Mike
Date: 27 Nov 06 - 08:29 PM

Thanks Dean, I'm kind of glad to still be here myself. I have discovered that nearly kicking the bucket causes a person to look closer at life. The joys of being alive and on the mend almost make the illness worth while. I wouldn't recommend anyone try what happened to me, but all of us should take time once in awhile to appreciate the people and things that make us happy.


Mike

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: frogprince
Date: 26 Nov 06 - 11:10 AM

Good grief, Rapaire, who do you think you are? Art Thieme?
I've been sitting back, watching this, I guess remaining silent because I was thinking "Mike and Tawmmie don't know me or nothin'".
But the singing on that website tells me that Mike is someone I would love to hear live some day, and (some of : ) )the things said by people who know him "out there" tell me that his personality and the heart revealed in his lyrics are of a piece. I'm real glad you're still with us, and on the mend.
                            Dean.

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Rapparee
Date: 26 Nov 06 - 09:16 AM

If it hums, it wouldn't be but another step to teaching it to sing. Then he could really make the big time, if the self-duet didn't keep him from it.

The little vac isn't perchance steam-driven, is it? Because it could cause terrible problems if Mike was had high self-steam at the same time he was filled with self-duet.

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: gnu
Date: 26 Nov 06 - 08:41 AM

Well... day 7. I might even kick in an extra few days just for good measure. Of course, those poor horses must be awfully bloated.

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 25 Nov 06 - 09:04 AM

'Spaw - there's a Memorial Lobster in Maine with your name on it!!!

Mike - Santa got a bit worried and decided to include you in a 'special delivery'.... glad to hear the Elves took me up on it!

LTS

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: catspaw49
Date: 25 Nov 06 - 08:39 AM

Mike, ya' gotta' beware of some of those packages you get from these folks. Now some are mighty fine and wonderful but there are a few of them that have a really warped sense of humor......which is the only reason I continue to hang out here.

I have this "collection" of annoying and noisy, uh, well........things. I dunno' what else to call them. I have this turkey that gyrates around while singing "Turkey in the Straw"....a really warped version of the energizer bunny......a strange little bear riding a duck with bright lights for eyes and a walk you wouldn't believe.....dumbass Billy Bass......and this friggin' clock that will scare the livin' crap out of you. Geeziz, I can't go on..................if I start thinking of the entire "collection" I'll have nightmares for a month.

Just use caution when opening packages. 'Nuff said.

Spaw

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Alaska Mike
Date: 25 Nov 06 - 07:40 AM

Hi Liz, I received several cards and an interesting package from Santa through the Royal Mail. We are holding off on opening until closer to the big day, but I keep getting curiouser and curiouser. May not be able to wait too much longer. Tell Santa thanks for the mystery.


Mike

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 25 Nov 06 - 12:49 AM

So Alaska.... been getting many letters from Santa?

LTS

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: SINSULL
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 11:14 PM

Between Catspaw's click and Mike's hum, we have the start of a jug band.

Spaw,
That has earned Tris and Michael a special gift from Auntie Sins.
M

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: wysiwyg
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 10:40 PM

I like the nickname Oreck better than Leftie. Any other ideas? Now that he is feeling better we can go back to abusing him.


[shrugging] OK, it's pretty indelicate, but try, try, try as I might, I just can't help wondering-- does it hum when it runs? (And if not, MudRush to the patent office)

And no, I really do not need to know the answer-- the question alone is enough. I'd assume we are all on a strictly-need-not-to-know basis.

~Susan

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Big Mick
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 10:19 PM

Spaw ...... I remember when you first wrote that. I hadn't forgiven you for it yet. Now you post it again. You have been doing that a lot lately. We need to talk...........



And you owe me a keyboard and monitor.

Love,

Mick

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: catspaw49
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 10:07 PM

Since we're just passing time here, allow me to repost my own best piece of personal song research since I came here in '98. 'Catter khandu got me onto it and helped out a lot. Here it is:

Khandu is indeed Mississippi born and bred. Matter of fact he comes from the same county where the infamous Tallahatchie Bridge is located and provided me with some details when I was researching the song which was originally done many years ago by the Fisk Jubilee Singers. We've had a number of threads discussing them around here. Quite a history! You may not be familiar with this part of their story, but the infamous '60's song by Bobbi Gentry, "Ode to Billie Joe," is directly linked to the Jubilee Singers.

The story of Billie Joe is based in truth but of course "stylized" to some degree. It is an old story, dating back to the the late '40's when the only daughter of John Hatch, a Mississippi Klansman of some note, was in love with the first black attorney in the state of Mississippi. Jubilee Simmons was the grandson of slaves and his parents had named him Jubilee because they had both been members of the famous Fisk Jubilee Singers, where they had actually first met and fallen in love. He had gone to law school at the University of Chicago and returned to his family's home state of Mississippi, taking up residence in Carroll county in 1948.

Klansman John Hatch's daughter was known to be a bit wild and young Kelli had already incurred her father's wrath on numerous occasions. Kelli was living with two other 22 year old women in the small town of Campton, Mississippi when she met and began dating Simmons. Her father learned of it a few weeks later and came into town drunk with some Klan buddies to hunt down and kill Simmons. Simmons law offices were across from the county courthouse and through an open window he could hear the drunken invectives hurled his way from across the square. He slipped out a back door and went to Kelli's house to take her away and save them both from the murderous rancor of her father and his equally violent "brethren."

Not finding Jubilee in his office the Klansmen split up to search for him and John Hatch went to his daughter's, presumably to beat her or possibly (and probably) worse. He arrived before the pair had left and headed in the back porch door adjoining the kitchen. Seeing him coming, Simmons grabbed a kitchen knife and jumped atop the counter and then onto the top of the refrigerator that stood by the door. As John Hatch passed, he didn't notice Simmons who then jumped him safely from behind and in the ensuing struggle, Hatch was stabbed with the knife. The lovers bagged his body and threw it off the bridge on their way out of town. They were on their way to Chicago when they were arrested in Clarksville, Tennessee and returned for trial in Mississippi. Jubilee represented both and thanks to the testimony of one of the roommates and Mrs. Hatch, the wife of the deceased and Kelli's mother, who had suffered abuse for years at the hands of her husband, both were acquitted and moved to Chicago where he established a moderately successful practice on the south side.

The original song told the story as it was, but owing to legal considerations, the Gentry version was done instead. The original was titled, "The Day that Jubilee the Barrister Jumped Off of Kelli Hatch's Fridge."












Sorry

Spaw

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Big Mick
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 09:51 PM

Sins, you feel free to attach any nom de pleume you choose, darlin'. I have given him the one I like. I love the verses written by Shameless Seamus and Ole Amos. I am working on some of my own.

Mick

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: karen k
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 09:05 PM

Mike,
So very glad you are home and on the mend. Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving.

love to you and Tawmmie,

karen

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: SINSULL
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 08:45 PM

I like the nickname Oreck better than Leftie. Any other ideas? Now that he is feeling better we can go back to abusing him.
SINS

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: momnopp
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 07:29 PM

WB, Wonderful Alaska Mike!

It is a glorious thing to have such good friends as these luniatic manatics.

You know how the saying goes, "With friends like these, who needs enemas?"

We love you bunches and are pleased and relieved to see you on the mend. Tawmmie, you are a jewel.

Peace,

momnopp/JudyO (and Dylan)

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: artbrooks
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 06:58 PM

And the most excellent Alaska Mike, between bouts of Hoovering, sent me the CDs I recently ordered. Wonderful stuff, you multi-tasker you, and there are at least two links above where everyone can order these marvelous examples of the singer-songwriter genre.

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Barb'ry
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 06:27 PM

Oh there is a man known to us all
From a place that's more cold than Rockall
He said, 'my name is Mike
And there's nothing better I like
Than vacuuming bits from my ball'

keep the suction going (you know you like it..)
love barb'ry

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Megan L
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 05:12 PM

I'v always been geographically challenged so i will get ma selkie tae follow gioks thoughts :)

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: John MacKenzie
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 05:00 PM

And westward.
G

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: wysiwyg
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 04:32 PM

No number of posts here can count the number of good thoughts that have been aimed northward to Mike and those who love him, but what the heck, I'll add this post anyway.

~S~

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 03:18 PM

Giok..... you REALLY need to adjust your medication!

Thank heavens it's not attached to a Dyson... they don't lose their suction, even when the bag is full!

LTS

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: John MacKenzie
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 12:37 PM

Hoover you with last night
Out in the pale moonlight
It wasn't a Hoover it wasn't that vac
Oh oh oh oh who's sucking your sac

I've heard it said by some
Nature abhors a vac-u-um
But now in your scrotum there's an extra hole
Watch out for you totem pole ♪♫

Giok

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Seamus Kennedy
Date: 24 Nov 06 - 11:55 AM

35 to go, folks. Let's get it up (sorry Mike!) to 500.

Seamus

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 23 Nov 06 - 10:44 AM

I think that there should be another holiday, a 'Thank f*%" That's Over' day....

You can look forward to that one when you are 'devaccuumed'.

LTS

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Alaska Mike
Date: 23 Nov 06 - 10:15 AM

Indeed Mary, there is much to be thankful for. Life is good and I can't wait to see what lies in store. Happy Thanksgiving to you too.

Mike

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: SINSULL
Date: 23 Nov 06 - 10:02 AM

Happy Thanksgiving, Mike and Tawmmie! We have a lot to be thankful for.
Mary

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 23 Nov 06 - 09:53 AM

Glad to hear you're taking this the right way.... and I don't mean up the wazzooo!

LTS

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Alaska Mike
Date: 23 Nov 06 - 09:41 AM

Oh the winds that blow with ice and snow
might freeze you to the core.
And the lone wolf's howl might chill your soul
When it comes outside your door.
But the surgeon's slice, not once but thrice,
Into my manly sack,
Brought pain and a curse, but it would have been worse,
Without my good wound vac.


This is fun, I've always enjoyed Robert Service.

Mike

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Charley Noble
Date: 23 Nov 06 - 09:28 AM

Excellent poetry, Amos and Seamus! I'm sure Mike will enjoy incorporating those verses in what he delivers to his fans at the next Getaway.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 Nov 06 - 09:22 AM

Hey! Get this back up where it belongs!

And Happy Thanksgiving, Tawmmie, I guess. Mike's back, so it might be a mixed blessing. Serve him lime jello instead of turkey.

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: BaldEagle2
Date: 22 Nov 06 - 03:15 PM

Hi Mike

I have been completely out of touch for the last few weeks so have only just learned of your unhappy episode.

Glad to learn it all seems to have worked out ok in the end, and I hope we get to chat awhile somewhen soon

BE2

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: gnu
Date: 22 Nov 06 - 06:30 AM

Does it hurt when you laugh?

If so, stop it Spaw!

PS... Day 3 today. No joke.

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Seamus Kennedy
Date: 22 Nov 06 - 02:01 AM

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
To the man who writes the song;
Those Arctic nights 'neath the Northern Lights
Can freeze both short and long.
But colder than all in the winter's thrall -
Than nature's icy darts,
Is when out of a backroom comes a vacuum
Straight towards your manly parts.

Thanks, Amos.- you too, Spaw, I think.

Seamus

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Amos
Date: 21 Nov 06 - 11:15 PM

Oh, the winds blow hard on the North Plateau
As can freeze you high and low
And the mans a fool who will play it cool
When he's caught in such a blow.
There's flying ice, and in half-a-trice,
It can break a strong man's heart.
But it's far, far worse
When a comely nurse
Tries to vacuum your manly parts.


Rob Outta Service III
Juneau Doggerel

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Alaska Mike
Date: 21 Nov 06 - 09:17 PM

LOL... I think I'll stay with the vacuum Spaw. Glad I don't have 'roids.

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: catspaw49
Date: 21 Nov 06 - 07:15 PM

Seamus wants to get this thread to 500 posts huh? Well, lemmee see here................

Hey Mike! That VAC works a champ doesn't it? But ya' know, since you're home now maybe you ought to try some magnetic healing. I know you've seen the ads for the bracelets and such, even a magnetic bra out there. I never could see it myself but then Cletus, Paw, Buford, and the Reg Boys got an idea for a "magnetic cure" and one thing led to another.   I've told this story before but in case you might be thinking of alternative therapies here's some good info on magnetic healing!

Paw's flattulence when combined with his passion for 'shine and hot wings used to be a big problem for him whenever his 'roids would flare up....so to speak...and it got to the point that the little rubber donut pillows and Preparation H just weren't doing the job anymore. Clete's 6th wife was into all the weird and wacky cures so Cletus was always coming to Paw with his suggestions that he'd heard from her. When Cletus told Paw about acupuncture, he disappeared for about two weeks and I'll be damned if anyone could find him.

The Reg Boys too had their share of wacky cures for everything from the Great White North of Canada, but most of them involved bear grease and other vile and foamy liquids. Then it happened. The whole lot of them were watching TV down in my den one night when I couldn't seem to get them homeward bound. That happened way too often back then. Anyway, they had been subjected to at least nine hours of infomercials while they slugged down Iron City. I had learned from experience to unplug the phone and hide my credit cards on these nights which only took place when Karen was gone. I'm still paying for that quonset hut in the Aleutian Islands and I have the complete collection of Pan Flute Favorites but I have learned......albeit slowly. I think the one that finally got me was the "Great Michigan Getaway Weekend" which they bought and gave to Karen and I for an anniversary present. It was a month before I found out that they had billed it to my Visa and when we went for "rest and relaxation" in beautiful Michigan, it turned out to be clapped out motel run by a Pakistani in downtown Flint, just across from a closed GM factory.

I guess it was about 5:30 AM when Cletus woke me up and said they had the cure for Paw's hemorrhoids. This was more than I wanted or needed to know at 5:30 so after verifying that it wouldn't cost me anything, I said have at it and went back to sleep. When I woke up about 7 I had one of those vague feelings of dread. You know what I mean? Nothing was wrong that I could think of and yet I just felt the world was going to come after me that day. It turned out to be Old Man Rafferty instead....but I'll come to that.

The "boys" arrived back at my place about noon having already left when I woke at 7. They were lugging some huge electric motors into my garage and looking about for tools when I walked in and asked what the hell was going on. Cletus then launched into their "cure" and the reasoning behind it. It seems they had watched an infomercial about the "healing power of magnetism" and saw immediately that this was the way to fix Paw's 'roids. Slowly it all began to come together for me and I began to wonder how in the hell these guys could even remember how to breathe!

In any case, they'd picked up the motors from out back of Bernie's Electrical Supply and were now going to remove the large magnets inside. They idea was to cut a slit in Paw's rubber donut, insert the magnets, and then duct tape the thing back together. I noticed that Buford had an old jockstrap (with cup) that they evidently were going to use to strap the magnets to Paw's ass, again using liberal amounts of duct tape. Listening to Cletus explain all of this and their newfound theory made me begin to question my own existence, as though I really didn't exist in the world I had come to know, but was simply a bit player in a leftover Rod Serling story.

Things started going downhill pretty quickly as the magnets were removed and now were flying across my garage, affixing themselves to various steel things....like my van, my lawnmower, my golf clubs, and a little steel reinforced concrete rabbit that someone had once given us as a joke. I figured that I was going to be better off if they'd finish up somewhere else so I suggested they take all the stuff and head for the pleasant little roadside picnic area on the edge of the village where they could finish rigging Paw up and with any luck, I'd never know anything more about it. After removing the magnets, scratching the hell out of my van, breaking off the head of a 5 iron and the left ear of the rabbit, they left. The picnic area was only about a half mile off, just a bit down Rt.664 and I told them to let me know how it all worked out.

Curiosity is a terrible thing sometimes and about an hour later I grabbed my Weimaraner and his leash and set out as though I were just walking the dog. As I turned on 664 I saw the Boys all walking towards me from the little picnic grove. Paw's ass seemed to be a bit large and he was walking funny, but from a distance I could tell they must have done a good job circling his ass in magnets because outside of a slight limp and a big bulge at the rear of his bibs, Paw looked pretty normal. Then it happened. Trailing the others, Paw walked past Old Man Rafferty's mailbox, a new heavy duty steel one to foil the kids with cars and bats. He first slowed, stopped, then flew backwards and before you could say "dumbfuck" he was hanging from his ass on the mailbox. Ol' Man Rafferty was washing his aging Electra deuce and a quarter and looked up to see what was happening. By that time, Cletus, Buford, and the Reg Boys all were tugging on either Paw or Rafferty's mailbox and though they got him off the mailbox was smashed in and the pole was a goner.

Well I tell you, Rafferty came flying down the drive, gravel spitting up from his shoes, and swearing a blue streak. Paw was laying about 10 foot up the drive where he'd landed after the force of being ripped from the mailbox sent him sailing through the air. Rafferty bent over him and started yelling in his face and Paw was trying to stand up but being weighed down by the Magnetic Ass-Healing Ring. I got up there and tried to get Rafferty to calm down some as the others stood around looking bewildered. Rafferty started blaming me for allowing such "dumbass shitkickers" to stay here and how I should let them rot somewhere else. Before he could say another word, things continued to deteriorate. Paw had gotten to his feet about 15 feet from the Buick and there was a loud clanging thump as one of the hubcaps flew off and affixed itself to Paw's rump. Rafferty grabbed the hubcap and started pulling for all he was worth swinging Paw round and round in a circle. The hubcap folded and broke loose and Paw landed by the side of the road while Rafferty began to rage about his rump-sprung hubcap and twisted mailbox. I got out my checkbook and with a stern look to Cletus asked how much this would cost to keep from calling the police. The sight of my checkbook calmed Rafferty down and my Weimaraner had gone over to the side of the road and was licking Paw's face. Rafferty calculated a sum which I figured was enough to buy a new set of tires and an exhaust system for the Buick and build a brick mailbox, while forcing me nearer to bankruptcy.

Cletus and the rest were circled around me as I handed Rafferty the check and when I turned to go, I saw Paw had gotten to his feet again and was bent over stroking Jaeger's head. The dog has always had a soft spot for Paw and when I whistled for him he reluctantly came back up the drive. Bending over to pick up his leash, I heard Cletus say, "Aw Sheeitt!" Right then I couldn't imagine how things could get worse, but I looked up just in time to see Paw lifted from his feet and his ass attach to the exhaust stack of a passing Peterbilt. I watched as the truck roared off, Paw flailing around and in a blind spot where the driver couldn't see him, and the dumbass Reg boys waving "bye-bye" as the Pete rounded a curve down by the Hopewell place.

We found Paw at the truckstop at Rt.37 and I-70 where the driver had stopped for fuel. When we arrived, the Magnetic Ass-Healing Ring was nowhere to be seen and Paw was sitting on a bag of ice trying to cool the burns from riding 27 miles on an exhaust stack. But I tell you what.....Perhaps it was the scar tissue from the burns that did it, but Paw hasn't had trouble with 'roids since then. Maybe there is something to the power of magnetism.....................Might work for ya' Mike!

Spaw

Subject: RE: Alaska Mike needs good thoughts
From: Rapparee
Date: 21 Nov 06 - 06:56 PM

Oh, them wound vacuums
Oh, them wound vacuums
Them wound vacuums I'm gonna wear
Beneath my under wear....