November 11, 2009
November 10, 2009
soporific
soporific \sop-uh-RIF-ik; soh-puh-\ , adjective;
1. Causing sleep; tending to cause sleep.
2. Of, relating to, or characterized by sleepiness or lethargy.
noun:1. A medicine, drug, plant, or other agent that has the quality of inducing sleep; a narcotic.
This blog's pretty much a soporific.
A sophomoric soporific, actually.
1928 Chevrolet Truck
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No, I wasn't leaning while taking the picture; the lot was sloping down towards the street.
It's in rough shape, but with some TLC it could look pretty sharp, I bet.
When I first saw it, it reminded me of The Walton's truck, but a bit of research told me that one was a Ford. (One site said it was a '31; another said it was a ' 28-'29 model)
The inside needs a lot of work, too.
Then again, there's not a lot to fix up!
Not sure how large the tank is, but it can't hold more than a few hundred gallons. I would be leery of filling it up because I imagine the old truck would collapse under the weight.
The tires are pretty much rotted rubber, but the wooden spokes would look really sharp if sanded, stained and sealed.
Not sure how easy it would be to get parts for it, especially for the old engine.
Seems to me that it would be worth more than 6 grand, especially if fixed up.
November 9, 2009
To Catch a Thief
A man got a job as a night watchman at a factory. There had been a lot of thefts by the workers on the night shift, and so every morning when the night shift workers passed through his gate it was his job to check their bags and pockets to make sure that nothing was being stolen.
Things were going along very well the first night on the job until a man pushing a wheelbarrow of newspaper came through his gate. Aha, he thought, that man thinks he can cover up what he is stealing with that newspaper. So he removed the paper only to find nothing. Still he felt that the man was acting strangely, so he questioned him about the paper.
“I get a little extra money from newspapers I recycle, so I go into the lunchroom and pick up all the ones people have thrown away.” The guard let him pass, but decided to keep a close eye on him. The next night it was the same, and the night after that. Week after week it went on. The same guy would push the wheelbarrow of newspapers past the guard’s checkpoint. The guard would always check and find nothing.
Then one night, about a year later, the guard reported for work only to find a message had been left for him telling him to report to his supervisor. He walked into the supervisor’s office and before he could say a word, the boss said, “You’re fired!”
“Fired?” he asked in total surprise. “Why? What did I do?”
“It was your job to make sure that no one stole anything from this plant and you have failed. So you’re fired.”
“Wait a minute, what do you mean failed. Nobody ever stole anything from this place while I was on guard.”
“Oh, really,” the boss answered. “Then how do you account for the fact that there are over 250 wheelbarrows missing?”
From Bits & Pieces
