OldMedMan's Aloha Journal

fish cake said:
I thought that the sunfish was about as wild as I will ever see:) have you caught Opah before? if so what do they taste like? bet they are tasty by just looking at them:)
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Cronichemphog said:
longliners usually bring the opah in im not sure if its long liners or deep sea bottom fisherman who get the monchong
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I just googled both of these fish and they look very tasty prepared. Im going to try and see if they sell these around where I live. And cook them my self. Would be alot funner to catch them and prepare it my self though :)

OldMedMan said:
Hey WizHigh. :high-five:

Some where back there in a picture update is a picture I posted for you. Good luck finding it.:)
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I think you sent me on a wild goose chase lol :)
 
WizHigh said:
I just googled both of these fish and they look very tasty prepared. Im going to try and see if they sell these around where I live. And cook them my self. Would be alot funner to catch them and prepare it my self though :)



I think you sent me on a wild goose chase lol :)
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No I remember the post! just got to keep up with this journal Wiz:)
stay focus:rofl:
 
fish cake said:
No I remember the post! just got to keep up with this journal Wiz:)
stay focus:rofl:
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MISSION SUCCESS!!!!! Found it :cheertwo:
Looking very tasty. Loving how the trichs are riding the hairs threw the buds. Wavy :)

OldMedMan said:

This picture is for WizHigh.

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WizHigh said:
MISSION SUCCESS!!!!! Found it :cheertwo:
Looking very tasty. Loving how the trichs are riding the hairs threw the buds. Wavy :)
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Wow! You did find it! I remember you asking for something like this shot. Sorry about the OMM gray hair. :high-five:
 
oh who are the people in the neighborhood ?
in the neighborhood? oh who are the people in the neighborhood?
their the people that you meet!
when your walking down your street!
each day:)
please dont ask why I just posted this
 
Hey OMM - so glad to hear you had a nice day, and that Jo is being more patient/understanding. I worry about you buddy, (and I know you worry about me too, so I guess it's what friends do). So glad that you sound a little cheerier. :)

Time for part 2 already? Wowza!

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fish cake said:
oh who are the people in the neighborhood ?
in the neighborhood? oh who are the people in the neighborhood?
their the people that you meet!
when your walking down your street!
each day:)
please dont ask why I just posted this
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Don't worry fishy.....I know better than to ask!:Namaste:
 
Xlr8 said:
Hey OMM - so glad to hear you had a nice day, and that Jo is being more patient/understanding. I worry about you buddy, (and I know you worry about me too, so I guess it's what friends do). So glad that you sound a little cheerier. :)

Time for part 2 already? Wowza!

:popcorn:
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Hi there X ! Had a really nice day! Jo has been very good to me. Once she realized I needed the 02 for real, she has been a sweetie.
Kind of feel sorry for her...no one has called for Mother's day.

Yea Man that's what friends do. Hope you are doing as well as possible. Miss you old Friend. :thanks:

Yep...part 2 as soon as I get the totals figured out.
 
cnd420 said:
good weed to ya and tell her we all said happy mothers day and glad your getting around better man
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Same to you cnd420. Good weed to you! I'll tell her "Happy Mother's Day". :high-five:

Yep feeling better! Thanks.:thumb:
 
Hi all. One of our old members sent this to me last week. She is battling cancer. Some of you old timers know her as Lavendar :Namaste:

Right Turns

This is a story of an aging couple, told by their son who was
President of NBC NEWS.*

This is a wonderful piece by Michael Gartner, editor of newspapers
large and small and president of NBC News. In 1997, he won the
Pulitzer Prize for editorial writing. It is well worth reading, and a
few good chuckles are guaranteed. Here goes...



My father never drove a car. Well, that's not quite right. I should
say I never saw him drive a car.

He quit driving in 1927, when he was 25 years old, and the last car he
drove was a 1926 Whippet.

"In those days," he told me when he was in his 90s, "to drive a car
you had to do things with your hands, and do things with your feet,
and look every which way, and I decided you could walk through life
and enjoy it or drive through life and miss it."

At which point my mother, a sometimes salty Irishwoman, chimed in:
"Oh, bull sh** !" she said. "He hit a horse."

"Well," my father said, "there was that, too."

So my brother and I grew up in a household without a car The neighbors
all had cars -- the Kollingses next door had a green 1941Dodge, the
VanLaninghams across the street a gray 1936 Plymouth, the Hopsons two
doors down a black 1941 Ford -- but we had none.

My father, a newspaperman in Des Moines , would take the streetcar to
work and, often as not, walk the 3 miles home. If he took the
streetcar home, my mother and brother and I would walk the three
blocks to the streetcar stop, meet him and walk home together.

My brother, David, was born in 1935, and I was born in 1938, and
sometimes, at dinner, we'd ask how come all the neighbors had cars but
we had none. "No one in the family drives," my mother would explain,
and that was that.

But, sometimes, my father would say, "But as soon as one of you boys
turns 16, we'll get one." It was as if he wasn't sure which one of us
would turn 16 first.

But, sure enough, my brother turned 16 before I did, so in 1951 my
parents bought a used 1950 Chevrolet from a friend who ran the parts
department at a Chevy dealership downtown.

It was a four-door, white model, stick shift, fender skirts, loaded
with everything, and, since my parents didn't drive, it more or less
became my brother's car.

Having a car but not being able to drive didn't bother my father, but
it didn't make sense to my mother.

So in 1952, when she was 43 years old, she asked a friend to teach her
to drive. She learned in a nearby cemetery, the place where I learned
to drive the following year and where, a generation later, I took my
two sons to practice driving. The cemetery probably was my father's
idea. "Who can your mother hurt in the cemetery?" I remember him
saying more than once.

For the next 45 years or so, until she was 90, my mother was the
driver in the family. Neither she nor my father had any sense of
direction, but he loaded up on maps -- though they seldom left the
city limits -- and appointed himself navigator. It seemed to work.

Still, they both continued to walk a lot. My mother was a devout
Catholic, and my father an equally devout agnostic, an arrangement
that didn't seem to bother either of them through their 75 years of
marriage.

(Yes, 75 years, and they were deeply in love the entire time.)

He retired when he was 70, and nearly every morning for the next 20
years or so, he would walk with her the mile to St.. Augustin's
Church.
She would walk down and sit in the front pew, and he would wait in the
back until he saw which of the parish's two priests was on duty that
morning. If it was the pastor, my father then would go out and take a
2-mile walk, meeting my mother at the end of the service and walking
her home.

If it was the assistant pastor, he'd take just a 1-mile walk and then
head back to the church. He called the priests "Father Fast" and
"Father Slow."

After he retired, my father almost always accompanied my mother
whenever she drove anywhere, even if he had no reason to go along. If
she were going to the beauty parlor, he'd sit in the car and read, or
go take a stroll or, if it was summer, have her keep the engine
running so he could listen to the Cubs game on the radio. In the
evening, then, when I'd stop by, he'd explain: "The Cubs lost again.
The millionaire on second base made a bad throw to the millionaire on
first base, so the multimillionaire on third base scored."

If she were going to the grocery store, he would go along to carry the
bags out -- and to make sure she loaded up on ice cream. As I said, he
was always the navigator, and once, when he was 95 and she was 88 and
still driving, he said to me, "Do you want to know the secret of a
long life?"

"I guess so," I said, knowing it probably would be something bizarre.

"No left turns," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"No left turns", he repeated. "Several years ago, your mother and I
read an article that said most accidents that old people are in happen
when they turn left in front of oncoming traffic.

As you get older, your eyesight worsens, and you can lose your depth
perception, it said. So your mother and I decided never again to make
a left turn."

"What?" I said again.

"No left turns," he said. "Think about it. Three rights are the same
as a left, and that's a lot safer. So we always make three rights."

"You're kidding!" I said, and I turned to my mother for support.
"No," she said, "your father is right. We make three rights. It works."
But then she added: "Except when your father loses count."

I was driving at the time, and I almost drove off the road as I
started laughing.

"Loses count?" I asked.

"Yes," my father admitted, "that sometimes happens. But it's not a
problem. You just make seven rights, and you're okay again."

I couldn't resist. "Do you ever go for 11?" I asked.

"No," he said " If we miss it at seven, we just come home and call it
a bad day. Besides, nothing in life is so important it can't be put
off another day or another week."
My mother was never in an accident, but one evening she handed me her
car keys and said she had decided to quit driving That was in 1999,
when she was 90.

She lived four more years, until 2003. My father died the next year, at 102.

They both died in the bungalow they had moved into in 1937 and bought
a few years later for $3,000. (Sixty years later, my brother and I
paid $8,000 to have a shower put in the tiny bathroom -- the house had
never had one. My father would have died then and there if he knew the
shower cost nearly three times what he paid for the house.)

He continued to walk daily -- he had me get him a treadmill when he
was 101 because he was afraid he'd fall on the icy sidewalks but
wanted to keep exercising -- and he was of sound mind and sound body
until the moment he died

One September afternoon in 2004, he and my son went with me when I had
to give a talk in a neighboring town, and it was clear to all three of
us that he was wearing out, though we had the usual wide-ranging
conversation about politics and newspapers and things in the news.

A few weeks earlier, he had told my son, "You know, Mike, the first
hundred years are a lot easier than the second hundred." At one point
in our drive that Saturday, he said, "You know, I'm probably not going
to live much longer."

"You're probably right," I said.

"Why would you say that?" He countered, somewhat irritated.

"Because you're 102 years old," I said..

"Yes," he said, "you're right." He stayed in bed all the next day.

That night, I suggested to my son and daughter that we sit up with him
through the night.

He appreciated it, he said, though at one point, apparently seeing us
look gloomy, he said:
"I would like to make an announcement. No one in this room is dead yet"

An hour or so later, he spoke his last words:

"I want you to know," he said, clearly and lucidly, "that I am in no
pain. I am very comfortable. And I have had as happy a life as anyone
on this earth could ever have."

A short time later, he died.

I miss him a lot, and I think about him a lot. I've wondered now and
then how it was that my family and I were so lucky that he lived so
long.

I can't figure out if it was because he walked through life,
Or because he quit taking left turns. "

Life is too short to wake up with regrets.
So love the people who treat you right.

Forget about the one's who don't.

Believe everything happens for a reason.

If you get a chance, take it & if it changes your life, let it.

Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would most
likely be worth it."

ENJOY LIFE NOW - IT HAS AN EXPIRATION DATE
 
OldMedMan said:
Hi Gang.

Here are the 3 Berry Bombs sans most of the stems.

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65 grams dry.

I have two more hanging and will try to get them trimmed tonight. Thought I would have some help today, but something must have happened.

The rain has started again....and for me it's figgin' cold around here!

Hang with me folks.....I plan on continuing the story soon as I can get to it.

Peace all. :peace:
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drive by....Hey OMM!!! that berry b looks devine...:high-five:
Stay Frosty..+ reps
 
OMG Big Kahuna , Thank you for that wonderful story ......Wow ! a fantastic life lesson , it reminds me that no matter whether an experience is good or bad it will change, so make the best of life! You're a great Man OMM :thanks::Namaste:
 
clayhead said:
OMG Big Kahuna , Thank you for that wonderful story ......Wow ! a fantastic life lesson , it reminds me that no matter whether an experience is good or bad it will change, so make the best of life! You're a great Man OMM :thanks::Namaste:
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Thank You clayhead.
 
Great read OMM
and a great weed to you too!:circle-of-love:
 
fish cake said:
Great read OMM
and a great weed to you too!:circle-of-love:
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Thanks fishy, I was just passing it on from my old friend Lavendar. I hope she is getting better. :high-five:

Wish you could try some of my Sweet Black Angel. :peace:
 
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