What kind of hacks are you going to. I had lithotripsy multiple times, stones were always too large to pass. Fortunately each time was a success. And the tooth, what's up with that? Breaking tools off in her mouth, that wasn't you trying to do a root canal on her was it?

Hey, what do you know about welding cast iron? There's a plate on the trans of Henry's Ford 8N that has a crack and is leaking. Seems Ford doesn't make parts for that tractor any more.

We found the Doc on Craigslist. He was willing to trade his services for a little weed. Turns out I should have waited until AFTER the procedure to pay him. The Dentist was hanging out at the expressway exit with a sign. Sign said "will trade dentistry work and spirit removal for change". Man, he looked legit. The sign was semi-professional looking after all.

Cast iron has to be pre-heated and a special rod. Not my job. Send me a picture of the plate and perhaps I can make one out of steel plate?

Well then I don't understand why she's having so many problems. Tell her we hope she's feeling better soon. Lynda had a root canal, still had problems. Went to a root canal specialist and he did his thing. Still no good, had to have it pulled a month or so ago. I think it's a racket Tony. The sign he was sitting next to looked professional and legit. Maybe we need to look for guys that have an office and all. Of course you'll pay a lot more. So I guess it's a toss up.

Thanks for the info on the cast iron. I guess there's some kind of pump that mounts to it on the inside so it's not an easy thing to make a replacement for.

What gets me about this tooth ordeal is the specialist that is doing the removal and implant has to get "permission" from her regular dentist. Makes no sense to me. It's gotta be a racket of some kind.

The 17 acres of property next to us in Florida was for sale a couple of years ago. The couple that wanted to buy it were lied to by the piece of shit that owned it. He told them that it had a private canal to the river. Not true. The canal is ours and we own about 26 feet of land on the side where this property was for sale. You have to cross our land to get to our private canal. The lady called me numerous times about that. I told her that I had no problem letting them cross the property and use the canal. They based thier purchase on this. They bought the property, bought a tractor and brush hog and started clearing land for a house and barn. I've loaned them all kinds of equiptment and tools since then. Very nice people that I get along great with. The wife called a few days ago and told us her husband has stage 4 esophigal cancer. Man, what a kick in the nuts.

Took Kathy back to the hospital yesterday for anothe kidney blast. Went pretty good. Took old dog in for laser. He ain't gonna be around much longer.
I keep paperwork from almost everything. I spent a few hours shredding shit a couple of days ago. Man, the memories some of that old paperwork brought back. Hundreds of checkbook duplicates, divorce papers from 1977, California drivers license, bunch of letters from prison some of my buddies sent decades ago. A whole big garbage bag full.

stuff,

No response, so I'll just quietly fade away.

I am listening. Don't know what to say. But I hear ya.

Nobody wants to listen to your nonsense Tony. Waving you know I'm kidding. Went through my uncles condo after he moved into a home. Check books, tax returns, etc. from his 'partner' who passed away 25 years earlier. Along with a lot of other really old stuff. What really gets me is when they sold their house to buy the condo they left a 1911 .45 somewhere in the house. They couldn't remember where they hid it.

We were up in Mackinaw City for the week. Did the island thing, the Soo locks and the falls. You know the usual tourist 'fudgey' stuff. Weather was good, nice to get away from here for a week.

I got rid of all my old paperwork a few years ago
and now we are going thru stuff that hasnt been used in a while.
After going thru a few dead peoples things it became clear that most of it
ends up at goodwill or in the dumpster.