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I would never claim to be flawless in reading people but I think most of us are going to do it to some extent no matter what. One experience I had at a young age may have planted some seeds for this kind of stuff. After we moved up from N.M., my dad got a job with the Wa. state mining division of State Dept. of Nat. Res. He had a geology degree from years before. He took a significant cut in pay from his contracting days in N.M. and was on the lookout for some way to make more funds in some self-employment on the side. He answered an ad he'd seen somewhere about making money in sporting goods. A salesman came to our house (I was around 17 or 18) to make his pitch. It was for a sort of kiosk affair to be placed in grocery stores with a display of sporting goods -- tennis balls, baseballs, and footballs, ping - pong paddles and balls, volleyball nets, etc. I don't know why, but I was way more suspicious of the guy than my dad who was normally pretty savvy about that stuff. Like when we went looking for a bone yard tranny for my truck a couple of years later. I guess his ambition got the better of him and he was getting swept up in money making fever. The salesman struck me as a 13 carat sleezeball and when it came out that my parents were mormon (my dad a jack-mormon, thank God), the guy says, "We're mormons," in the falsest smiling face I'd seen in my memory. And I was also thinking that talking grocery stores into giving up some of their floorspace might be a tough one. The entry cost was $5,000, this in the late 60s. My dad said he needed to explore financing, maybe he was smelling a scam also by then, and the guy was to come back the next morning. It was summer time, I was at home, my dad went to work and told me to tell the guy that he couldn't get financing. When the guy came back, all big, happy smile, and I gave him the news, the smile morphed into a death mask of fury. "You tell your dad he's missing out on the chance of a lifetime!" or some such nonsense. I wouldn't have trusted the guy to watch my coat.
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phrenology you say?
Check out this comparative brain case capacity: ![]() which one of these guys do you figure is all hair and no cattle? |
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I don’t like either one of them for a bunch of reasons. The size of their skull doesn’t enter into my thinking.
But, oh my God, thank you for finding this thread. I have thought frequently about some of the posts, some of the information shared here. I’ve reread part of it, will read the whole damn thread soon.
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I knew we hadn’t seen Marty/A24 in a while, I clicked on the find posts button, I see he last posted in 2016. He has been missed.
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I miss Botnst, , , ,
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