Not anymore, he doesn't have a garden. However, for someone who lives in an area that has temps that can reach over 100 degrees from April through October, he has enough firewood piled up around his house to last a NH winter.Crump's brother;1969004; said:
The funny thing is that he raised to be Atheists, there is no God, any talk of God in his house had severe consequences. Now he's found this Urantia crap and he's sending everyone he knows all these books and literature and talking about it as if it was something he's believed in all of his life. I'm seriously thinking of moving, changing my phone number and not telling him.Gatorubet;2001076; said:
Yes, I have him to thank for lots of things although I'm not sure i wanted many of themGatorubet;2005381; said:
I remember my senior year of high school. My only goal was to get out of the house as soon as I graduated from school. I knew that I wouldn't have the financial support to go to college even if i somehow manged to get a scholarship so I decided to join the Air Force. As soon as I turned 18 I went to the recruiters office, took the tests, got sent to MEPS for my physical and took the first job that they offered which was in Civil Engineering. I took my finals, passed and actually recieved my diploma before the ceremony because i wanted the hell out of there and didn't want to wait the extra week. After about a week in basic training the TI gave us our first patio break to call home. I was standing in line waiting to usew the phone. All of these guys were talking to their wives, girlfriends, mothers, whomever and crying, saying how much they loved and missed them. I finally called home and spoke with my brother. he said it was hot, he'd been out pulling weeds all day (my father used to go around looking for vacant lots that were full of weeds, find out who the owners were by using public records and send them a letter with a bid to clean it up. He'd bid say $100 and pay one us $5 an hour to do the work. he kept us busy) there was nothing to eat but Top Ramen, nothing to drink but tap water, no AC, not even a swamp cooler and my father was ranting and raving about his imaginary conspiracies. When I got off of the phone I was so happy to be where I was that I went into a giggling fit. Everyone else was either crying or looking extremely sad and I was so giddy I couldn't stop laughing. When the patio break ended we went back to the dorm for some briefing and instruction from our TI. Here he was yelling at us and I was still smiling, smirking and giggling like Pyle from Full Metal Jacket. I didn't have to choke myself but I not only got chewed out, I also got sent to detail which was sweeping and mopping the captain's office and bathroom. I didn't mind.
I was just talking to my brother, apparently he sent one to Obama tooGatorubet;2001076; said:
Awesome.DubCoffman62;2012289; said:I was just talking to my brother, apparently he sent one to Obama too
One day he told me, "one day this will all be yours". I told him that I in no way wanted to be legally attached to the place. When he asked why I told him that first of all the clean up alone with either take months or thou7sands of dollars. Then you consider all the Mickey Mouse rigging (plumbing, electrical, shady construction, it was a trailer and he kind of built a shack around it) he's done, the infestion of ants, mice and roaches, forget it, I couldn't even sell the place. It would be a huge burden. The only thing I could do is level it with a dozer and haul it all away.Jake;2290643; said:My dad was mostly absent from my life after the age of 5. He'd occasionally pop up, act hurt that he was being ignored or some such nonsense, then disappear for months again. Like yours, he got religious as he got older.
Thank you for posting this stuff and making me appreciate the fact that I only had to deal with his bull[Mark May] intermittently.
He died the day the Buckeyes beat Miami for the national championship.
