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I've got about the same ... plus some peppers and broccoli and strawberries. Some call it a garden, but the locals refer to it as my Bunny Salad Bar

And a rib-tickler, at that!

Here's the DZ that a couple of guys from PA were headed to last week.

The Rainbow Bridge, Oneill's tribute to his dog, and others ...

Speaking only from personal observation, I'll agree with the above and point out that it may not be the boots themselves, but the fact that the boots and short skirt combination "frames" the womans thighs. They call particular attention to a very sensuous part of the body. Guys aren't looking at the boots OR the skirt!

I agree with your approach, insofar as it should be policy-neutral and not partisan-emotional. On the other hand, since you are working toward a change in the established rules, I'd argue that you will need to come up with the reasons why night tandems *should* be considered an acceptable activity for non-experienced people. Your opposition can cite increased risks involved in making night tandems v. those in the daylight. What is the benefit that you can cite, which will outweigh the increased risks? Stakeholders in this process (USPA's and the DZ's insurance underwriters immediately come to mind) will also want to know what the net benefit is to them for you to conduct such jumps. In the absence of any clear benefit to them, they will want to establish how much additional liability they are going to have to anticipate by insuring you to do them. If they are underwriting a group policy, the others on that policy are most likely going to end up having to share your increased liability with increased premium costs.

Nick ... looked at your profile ... are you REALLY licensed by the USDA?

Yes ... sorry ... there's no way you can be a skydiver, Jakee! Just kidding. If you understood the point of the posting, it wasn't intended to be about who is, and who isn't, entitled to consider themselves to be a skydiver. It was a discussion of differences in the culture(s) within the sport as a result of the differences in the processes between then and now. I still do think, however, that someone who has made a couple of AFF or tandem jumps (or even one or two SL jumps) looks foolish calling themselves a skydiver or parachutist. I also think that there's a difference between jumping a round or flying a square ... not saying that one's somehow superior to the other, but only that there's a distinct difference.

Now, finally, my point...if many of the things we did way back then were discouraged or prohibited how did they ever get changed to be what they are? Another way to look at this sort of change is to look at who "the powers" were back then, and how the process of change took place. I think that, if you do so, you'll find that you are trying understand an "apples" approach to a solution that now requires one that's more of an "oranges" approach. I wasn't very close to the USPA back in those days, but what I've gathered is that they made such decisions based upon what sounded reasonable to most of them at the time, then changed them when enough buddies, or other well-known folks, did it the other way for long enough to show that it's safe. I would hope that the organization has now been professionalized to the point that you could make a formal policy proposal to them, and expect them to consider it on the substantiated merits. That proposal would demonstrate and substantiate the need/problem/opportunity, offer a solution to that need (preferably a couple of solutions, along with compromising modifications), substantiate how the solution(s) are likely to be effective, and discuss how the solutions would be likely to affect the positions of both stakeholders and potential opponents. Fight bureaucracy with paper upon which logic resides.

Booby Pottyboob isn't anything to sniff at, you know!

VERY funny!

Although the first reply was far more scholarly, the real reason is that, if friday falls on the 13th, sailors won't get paid until the following monday ... and what's more unlucky than a weekend being broke?

Ahhh!!! I didn't know that it had been released, but I should have assumed that the press would pick up on this one. It was in the 1964 yearbook for Phillips Academy (Andover) -- prep school, not college. It's interesting that, at the point you mentioned this, only one of the 13 guesses correctly identified the cheerleader as "W". I guess you were that one! Next question: What non-sports activity did he engage in while president of the "Stickball Association" (lacrosse club)?

I DON'T drink non-alcoholic beer!

Think about puppies licking your face.

Here are a bunch of fun-lovin' college boys, back in the old days, participating in the pasttime of "phone booth stuffing". Note the guy in the dark sweater. Is he ... (see poll) If this photo doesn't upload to be big enough to see the people, Click Here

She so black ... she went to night school for 6 weeks and was marked "absent".

Does your online persona reflect who you really are? -------------- No, but only because old, fat, and balding don't reflect well ... ok ... maybe the balding part does.

That, along with Holy Grail and Fandango, should be required in-house material for everyone on earth.

I was thinking about this on the long drive into work this morning. I suspect that this guy isn't alive now (he'd be almost 100), but you never know. In any case, he fits the criteria for an Authentic Sky God. "Mr. B" was a very gentle and quiet sort of man. He once told me that he worked in the ladies' lingerie department of a store (perhaps Montaldo's) in Charlotte, NC. I'm not quite sure how he spelled his last name, but it was something like "Biederbecke". He jumped nearly every weekend and used to say that skydiving was the ideal sport for senior citizens ... the plane takes you up ... gravity takes you down ... all you have to do is get in and out. He celebrated his 65th birthday by making 65 sport parachute jumps -- all on round canopies. Everyone at the Midland DZ was packing for him, so he kept the plane moving that day. Yes, he admitted to being a bit worn out at the end of the day, but he certainly proved himself worthy of the Authentic Sky God title. I suspect that all of the then-younger jumpers from that era, who are now all about 10 years away from the age that Mr. B. celebrated that birthday in such an amazing fashion, appreciate him more with every passing year, puffy ankle, creaking knee, etc.

I'd say that she needs to buy a case of beer!

If there's any regulation about that, it's controlled by the individual state. I know that most of the NC SHP guys used to make a point of showing you the speed on RADAR (or VASCAR), then clearing it while you watched. I respected that approach. On the other hand, I was given a speeding ticket in a podunk near-the-beach-but-no-tourist-business Delaware town, after two of us in the front seat had been watching the speedometer all the way through town to be sure that I was 5 UNDER the limit (had gotten another bogus ticket the previous weekend). The asshole of an excuse for a cop in Shelbyville, DE, said that I was doing 15 over and refused to show me the radar (2 am ... not another car in sight). He just said that he didn't have to do it. It's that small number of cops everywhere. I've seen great SHP in Va, and Little Hitlers. One VA trooper stopped me coming down the mountains into Shen Valley. I was truly speeding (again, middle of night), but hadn't been drinking or anything like that, and the car I was in loved curves. When he pulled me over, he said, "Ok, Ace ... let me see your pilot's license." I handed him my pilot's license, and he cracked up. No ticket that night ... just a warning. Likewise, I was in Tennessee one late night, on an Interstate, and a Tenn trooper came up alongside me in an unmarked car. I was doing 20 over the limit and thought that I was screwed. He smiled and motioned me that I could keep going ... faster! It all works out over the course of a lifetime, I guess.

Let me guess ... you were on Hwy. 17?

She had a lovely body, a beautiful face, eyes that enveloped the soul, loved making love ... and she was as flexible as a gymnast.

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