khukuri baldrics?

You're not in danger of becoming, you've become another Reno character.

When I call someone on the phone I often start with a question instead of an introduction- as if I were the President of the United States and everyone should know who was on the line.

I asked the local pharmacist about this once. "How do you know it's me? You always just answer questions from unknown persons?"

"Munk, I could tell it was you anywhere. You've got a voice in a million."

I don't know what that means, exactly. But I gave up giving a damn whether I 'fit in' a long time ago. When I moved to the Mountainess West I'd heard all these stories about what happens to urbanites, how they're mistreated or snubbed. There was some of that. But I was too busy making friends to notice much.

When I lived in _________ MT. I was told it was a snob town. Friendliest place I ever sat down. When I moved to the hills I was told the hillbillies would shoot me and to be careful.

What's the bottom line in all of this? People are people, and my next belt is going to be made by Sisco.


munk
 
Uncle,
I'm getting the tools today I'll do a few practice runs and then it time to get supplies at the leather shop on thur.
My usual attire is woodland or tigerstripe fatigues,army green t-shirt
and all black converse all star shoes. with occasional shorts or jeans. Most of the time I go barefoot.
God Bless.
Terry
 
...barefoot all the time, eh? Then I wonder if your feet are so tough they are unable to detect a Pee Ball when stepped upon?


munk
 
Last time I "had" to dress up was at nephew Travis' wedding. I wore my blue silk blazer made by my pal, Steven Wong, in Hong Kong, wool slacks made by same, and a silk tie covered with little crossed khukuris compliments Gorkha Singapore Police Contingency -- and my 15 year old penny loafers. Today it's some old worn out warm ups I got at the Salvation Army and Chinese houseshoes -- I didn't shave but I remembered to wash my face and comb my hair.
 
You know those neighborhoods where everyone prides themselves on a new car, nice lawn and house, good clothes? Well, this conversation has revealed a different kind of neighborhood.


munk
 
I KNEW THE wimpy K's would make a mess of things!:barf: You all are acting like slobs & it's because of wimpy K's 12" or less!:barf:nEXT YOU ALL WILL BE TALKING WEIRD!!
jim(Saint)!:grumpy:
 
Tin house, rock lawn, 72 El Camino that needs paint, worn out warmups and Chinese houseshoes -- and a case of Heineken on the kitchen floor. Who could ask for more?
 
I think we've discovered Uncle's secret--He is the long lost president Warren Harding!

I too have escaped the clutches of the wage-slave corporate machine. and I'm still young enuf to enjoy it. Next best thing to being rich is beig self employed and a free spirit. Actually, I enjoy it much more than being rich!

As for normalcy and slobriety, I wear whatever i want, usually loose-fit jeans (the right of the big man is to wear lose fit jeans), sandals or tanker bootts (no messy time consuming laces), shave about once a week or for certain occasions, haven't cut my har in 4 years. Who cares what I look like anyway?
The best looking features of my urban (if Indy can really be considered urban) abode are inside, the outside looks pretty worn. The external appearance keeps the baddies from breakin in, which is why i own older cars and trucks with just the right amount of rust and dings. The inside is like an art gallery, with weapons of all cultures, Paintings and art that my wife and I did (and some from friends. And the basement contains musical instruments of all sorts and the digital studio.

Luckily, the book is often judged by its cover, and I use that as camouflage.

I gots nuthin against displays of wealth, but I do think it makes one a target for wealth seeking baddies.

Keith
 
which remids me, ferrous, only the rich get away with looking like slobs while not being treated as slobs.


Bill, I'll tell you what is missing; you don't have any large rocks on the floor? What's wrong? I always have large rocks around...my wife throws them out, if she can lift them.


Clifton, cure us of our woeful inadequacy and send an M43 here asap.

munk
 
The reason I don't have large rocks on the floor is because they would break right thru. It's a tin house.

Way to go, Fer. I left Corporate America when I was 38 and only regret is I didn't do it sooner.
 
In Travels With Charlie , John Steinbeck recalls a time when he and a hired man were painting a shed. They ran out of paint, and Steinbeck told the man to go into town and get some more. The hired man said that he'd go change clothes and go in and get the paint.

Steinbeck asked, "Why? I'd go in just the way I'm dressed now."

The hired helper said, "Boss, you got to be awful rich to dress as badly as you do.":)



(I'm hoping to be mistaken for a very rich man.)



Kis
:rolleyes:
 
Been longer for me. Nice touch. The locals apparently hated steinbeck becasue he wrote about locals and thinly held hid their names.


munk
 
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