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Yet ANOTHER Merry Christmas Eve thread only one that's foggy as can be!!!

Merry 'MoPar Junkies' Christmas
I don't remember where I got the photo
probably on here, thought it was cool
Merry Christmas MoPar tree adorned with Chrys. Dodge Plymouth orniments.jpg
 
Clear and no fog here. But the back steps are frozen, thin ice on top. Near the top my foot slipped. Could have been ugly.
Cooking soon. Shirley will. I am the chief and only assistant.
 
We went to mass with the in-laws at 5:30 last night to a small standing room only Church. Before it even started I told my wife “I'm going outside." I can’t stand in one place for long, bad for my back.


I walked around the Church that was located across from the Billion Dollar College here in town. The street located right behind the Church, as I walked down it, it turned into the ghetto. I said hi to a couple fellows in wife beater t-shirts who were working on their "ride" and asked them a question about some musical horns I heard playing off-key in the area. They said there were no horns playing. I continued walking into the ghetto. From behind me I heard "Man.... What's up wit dat cracker!" Then a reply "Beats me, but I ain't messin wit that cracker, we best just grab the lg and head inside!". (lg.. little guy).


I went a few more houses down the block and then I heard the "horns" again. I found my answer and it wasn't horns at all. It was the train cars moving on the train tracks near by. The squeaky train wheels on the tracks.


Well I turned around after realizing this street was a dead end. Funny though I felt like I was in my old neighborhood.


I wanted to tell the neighbors in wife beater shirts that I had found my horns but damn they were already gone.


I walked back the short distance to the Billion Dollar College Football Stadium and sat outside on one of the most comfortable benches I've ever encountered. I quietly listened to all the subtle dark night sounds of the city, the clanking of the 7 flagpole hardware, the soothing night breeze, leaves fluttering this way and that, cars, no humans but souls and I can't forget the two 9 foot tall bushes twenty feet directly in front of me that had the look of burning as the red taillights & white headlights passed behind them.


It was a most peaceful Christmas Eve Evening.
 
I was in a bit of a fog this morning myself!!

Merry Christmas Dave and Mrs !
A little bit here too....a lot outside though. Been foggy here every morning for the past week. Took awhile for it to burn off this morning.
We went to mass with the in-laws at 5:30 last night to a small standing room only Church. Before it even started I told my wife “I'm going outside." I can’t stand in one place for long, bad for my back.


I walked around the Church that was located across from the Billion Dollar College here in town. The street located right behind the Church, as I walked down it, it turned into the ghetto. I said hi to a couple fellows in wife beater t-shirts who were working on their "ride" and asked them a question about some musical horns I heard playing off-key in the area. They said there were no horns playing. I continued walking into the ghetto. From behind me I heard "Man.... What's up wit dat cracker!" Then a reply "Beats me, but I ain't messin wit that cracker, we best just grab the lg and head inside!". (lg.. little guy).


I went a few more houses down the block and then I heard the "horns" again. I found my answer and it wasn't horns at all. It was the train cars moving on the train tracks near by. The squeaky train wheels on the tracks.


Well I turned around after realizing this street was a dead end. Funny though I felt like I was in my old neighborhood.


I wanted to tell the neighbors in wife beater shirts that I had found my horns but damn they were already gone.


I walked back the short distance to the Billion Dollar College Football Stadium and sat outside on one of the most comfortable benches I've ever encountered. I quietly listened to all the subtle dark night sounds of the city, the clanking of the 7 flagpole hardware, the soothing night breeze, leaves fluttering this way and that, cars, no humans but souls and I can't forget the two 9 foot tall bushes twenty feet directly in front of me that had the look of burning as the red taillights & white headlights passed behind them.


It was a most peaceful Christmas Eve Evening.
I'm the same way but it's my knees that do the complaining. The back does too but not so much.
 
Foggy early this morning here in eastern Georgia. It burned off a few hours past sunrise.

Currently, 75* F.
 
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