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Guns 'n' Neighbors
If I owned a gun, I would most likely kill someone who tried to enter my home. If I did not own a gun, they would most likely kill me trying to enter my home. I do not own a gun. Tell me what I am supposed to do. Own or not?— May 30, 2010 6:32 p.m.
Flags On Graves Always Make Me Cry
All beloved. Nan, I took a ride past the Rosecrans cemetery yesterday. I took pictures because I could not help it. You are a historian so keep taking the pictures because it is so necessary that we record this stuff.— May 30, 2010 6:23 p.m.
Liberty Station Grifters
Thanks, Anti. Today is a day of reflect for weirdos.— May 30, 2010 6:13 p.m.
Liberty Station Grifters
Yes, it was really a strange phenomenon. Not sure how many of you are familiar with "The Point". We have not had s*** here for years. Forever. You had to go to Sports Arena to shop. Rosecrans was just fast food and banks. A military catering strip. None the less, this place is full of monied. And then came Liberty. Can you hear the angels sing as the clouds part? But Point Loma never had a real "beggar's" area, unlike Ocean Beach, which offered training classes in begging. So, along comes these two, who I swear were the first in Liberty Station, and along with it a class of folks uneducated in the art of negotiating the grift. They gave, and gave, and gave. And then it sunk in. Realizing they were being f***ed, they turned on their giftees like the a**holes that they really are. It was fun to watch.— May 30, 2010 3:42 p.m.
Liberty Station Grifters
Sometimes I wonder if the baby was a pillow, like in the movie "The Cooler". But I know it wasn't and the mixed emotions were really the difficult thing to reconcile. Exploitation really freaks me out when the currency is alive.— May 30, 2010 1:38 p.m.
Liberty Station Grifters
Oh, you have no idea to this day how much I wish I'd been able to hold my tongue and sit them down and talk to them. Just goes to show you how emotions can override rational thought. Obviously I still think about them, and I still look for them when I shop in other areas, looking for a table full of junk, and quite possibly, a baby rather than a kitten.— May 30, 2010 1:23 p.m.
Liberty Station Grifters
Holy crap. That is a beautiful story and the way we should all conduct ourselves. At the risk of becoming a stalker, I am considering having you canonized.— May 30, 2010 1:15 p.m.
A Hero
Nan, you are my hero. You are way more than "OK". And if you are any indication of what 70 looks like, I'm looking forward to it.....— May 30, 2010 12:57 p.m.
Liberty Station Grifters
Thanks, RFG!! And yes, when the lady in the van showed up, the game changed.— May 30, 2010 11:54 a.m.
Tundra # 20
Quilly, this is a fitting ending. I am guilty of allowing my cats access to the great outdoors, BUT only in my backyard which they are all too lazy to climb over the fence now, or out front for one cat in particular, who is the mascot for all that know him. I do freak out a bit, though, that someone will steal him. Cats are weird in their alliances. My little one, Peanut, was spurned by the other girl and of course became the new girlfriend of Tiger when she first arrived. But now they all just do their own thing. I wish they would be like they used to be. It kind of reminded me of when I was a kid and now my siblings are no longer bugging me all day and I miss that.— May 29, 2010 4:10 p.m.