Thread: Well, he died doing what he liked to do.

Originally Posted by ScoutHikerDad

Gonna start another Williams thread myself, maybe one on Gold Dollars, lapping a Norton, and oh, yeah, oil on coticules.

You forgot about resting your razors.

Originally Posted by mapleleafalumnus

There once was a girl in Nantucket...

Wasn't there a limeric thread here recently, or was that on B&B?

Jimmy, this quote from "Mending Wall" seems appropriate: "I see him there
Bringing a [honing?] stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed."

Just what grit are those stones? Frost gives us no clues, although they are presumably natural/not synthetic. Probably need to be cut, lapped, and chamfered.

Originally Posted by ScoutHikerDad

Jimmy, this quote from "Mending Wall" seems appropriate: "I see him there
Bringing a [honing?] stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed."

That certainly is. OTOH, the threads you suggested brought "good fences make good neighbors". to mind ...

I love living, and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna die doing it!

Originally Posted by livingontheedge

I love living, and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna die doing it!

I want to go out w/a beer in one hand, stogie in my mouth, and a beautiful woman lying on top of me. Barring that, a heart attack after scaling the mountain upon which I grew up would be acceptable to me.

Originally Posted by carlmaloschneider

I think you have to look at it like this:

By a Bier-Side

Man is a sacred city, built of marvellous earth.
Life was lived nobly here to give this body birth.
Something was in this brain, and in his eager hand.
Death is so dumb and blind, Death cannot understand.
Death drifts the bran with dust and soils the young limbs' glory.
Death makes women and dream and men a traveller's story,
Death drives the lovely soul to wander under the sky,
Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.

John Mansfield

If an author/poet/movie director doesn't get their point across the first time through i think that they failed at their job. After about 10 readings I think that i get the point. Can.you explain this to me?

Tim

Originally Posted by mapleleafalumnus

I want to go out w/a beer in one hand, stogie in my mouth, and a beautiful woman lying on top of me. Barring that, a heart attack after scaling the mountain upon which I grew up would be acceptable to me.

You haven't had a heart attack, have you? They aren't much fun.

Originally Posted by HarleyFXST

You haven't had a heart attack, have you? They aren't much fun.

Never heard a guy who died from one complain.

William Oldys. 1687–1761

BUSY, curious, thirsty fly!
Drink with me and drink as I:
Freely welcome to my cup,
Couldst thou sip and sip it up:
Make the most of life you may,
Life is short and wears away.

Both alike are mine and thine
Hastening quick to their decline:
Thine 's a summer, mine 's no more,
Though repeated to threescore.
Threescore summers, when they're gone,
Will appear as short as one!

Originally Posted by livingontheedge

William Oldys. 1687–1761

BUSY, curious, thirsty fly!
Drink with me and drink as I:
Freely welcome to my cup,
Couldst thou sip and sip it up:
Make the most of life you may,
Life is short and wears away.

Both alike are mine and thine
Hastening quick to their decline:
Thine 's a summer, mine 's no more,
Though repeated to threescore.
Threescore summers, when they're gone,
Will appear as short as one!

Reminds me of the summer I turned 50. I realized I'd already been on the back forty of my life for 10 years!