In article , PocoLoco415
@hotmail.com says...
On Sat, 8 Oct 2005 12:25:58 -0700, jps wrote:

In article , says...
wrote:

You mean to say there's some sort of baseball that is played every year
after the Seattle Mariners get on the bus and head for home?

Yep, and the world of boating is far larger than what you've experienced
on your local pond.

Another piece of evidence that you're not Skipper since Snippy admired
the NW.

jps

Whoa! I love the Northwest, but I'm sure as hell no fan of the Mariners!

Man, you're still struggling with that whole reading-for-content issue.
I seriously doubt Snippy was a fan of any sports team apart from maybe
the Jayhawks. Certainly not the Royals.

jps

jps wrote:
In article , says...

wrote:


You mean to say there's some sort of baseball that is played every year
after the Seattle Mariners get on the bus and head for home?

Yep, and the world of boating is far larger than what you've experienced
on your local pond.


Another piece of evidence that you're not Skipper since Snippy admired
the NW.

jps


That's right. He sneered at the Chesapeake and eastern waters, but
always seemed to like Chuck's home waters and that Gulf of California area.

In article ,
says...
jps wrote:
In article , says...

wrote:


You mean to say there's some sort of baseball that is played every year
after the Seattle Mariners get on the bus and head for home?

Yep, and the world of boating is far larger than what you've experienced
on your local pond.


Another piece of evidence that you're not Skipper since Snippy admired
the NW.

jps


That's right. He sneered at the Chesapeake and eastern waters, but
always seemed to like Chuck's home waters and that Gulf of California area.


IIRC, Snippy actually visited and made friendly with Chuck. He had his
eye on the NW for retirement.

Hope he made it. To think that people would have to croak in the middle
of Bush country really makes me well up.

jps

Tom,
I am open minded so I don't want to put Harry down for his sexual
preferences.


"Shortwave Sportfishing" wrote in message
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On Sat, 08 Oct 2005 17:20:40 -0400, Harry Krause
wrote:

jps wrote:
In article ,
says...
jps wrote:
In article , says...

wrote:


You mean to say there's some sort of baseball that is played every
year
after the Seattle Mariners get on the bus and head for home?
Yep, and the world of boating is far larger than what you've
experienced
on your local pond.

Another piece of evidence that you're not Skipper since Snippy admired
the NW.

jps

That's right. He sneered at the Chesapeake and eastern waters, but
always seemed to like Chuck's home waters and that Gulf of California
area.


IIRC, Snippy actually visited and made friendly with Chuck. He had his
eye on the NW for retirement.

Hope he made it. To think that people would have to croak in the middle
of Bush country really makes me well up.

jps


I used to "misbehave" a bit with a staff photographer when I worked at
the KC Star, and when the night city editor caught us, he'd send us down
to Wichita or some other bloody awful place in Kansas for a "feature."
The photog was one hell of a photographer, though. He died recently.

Kansas City, Missouri, was a pretty decent place the years I was there.
I enjoyed my sojourn.

You "misbehaved" - City Editor caught you - you and he would sent to
Wichita for a feature.

Anybody? Come on - please?

Somebody?

Shortwave Sportfishing wrote in message
...



You "misbehaved" - City Editor caught you - you and he would sent to
Wichita for a feature.

Anybody? Come on - please?

Somebody?

Obviously back when Harry was in his "Who am I?" days.

Eisboch

Great Story Harry. Keep em coming.


"Harry Krause" wrote in message
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Shortwave Sportfishing wrote:
On Sat, 08 Oct 2005 17:20:40 -0400, Harry Krause
wrote:

jps wrote:
In article ,
says...
jps wrote:
In article , says...

wrote:


You mean to say there's some sort of baseball that is played every
year
after the Seattle Mariners get on the bus and head for home?
Yep, and the world of boating is far larger than what you've
experienced
on your local pond.
Another piece of evidence that you're not Skipper since Snippy
admired the NW.

jps
That's right. He sneered at the Chesapeake and eastern waters, but
always seemed to like Chuck's home waters and that Gulf of California
area.

IIRC, Snippy actually visited and made friendly with Chuck. He had his
eye on the NW for retirement.

Hope he made it. To think that people would have to croak in the
middle of Bush country really makes me well up.

jps

I used to "misbehave" a bit with a staff photographer when I worked at
the KC Star, and when the night city editor caught us, he'd send us down
to Wichita or some other bloody awful place in Kansas for a "feature."
The photog was one hell of a photographer, though. He died recently.

Kansas City, Missouri, was a pretty decent place the years I was there.
I enjoyed my sojourn.

You "misbehaved" - City Editor caught you - you and he would sent to
Wichita for a feature.

Anybody? Come on - please?

Somebody?


Perhaps my wording wasn't clear enough. The photog in question, though
married, was a man about town. I was a bachelor. After I got off the obit
writing desk and finished my stint at the cop shop, I was sent out on
patrol for several hours a night with a photog in hopes of coming across a
really good auto accident, plane crash or multiple murder. That's what
life was like in those days during the first year of a reporter at the KC
Star.

Wes, my photog friend and co-worker, knew the whereabouts of EVERY blind
pig and every party in KC, or so it seemed. So, while we were supposed to
be in the patrol car, we more than likely were otherwise occupied, and the
night city editor couldn't reach us on the car radio. We'd get caught once
in a while and be sent to purgatory, which typically was Wichita or out to
Great Bend, where the KC Star owned another paper.

I remember the first murder I covered. We intercepted a police call and
went out to some dumpy place. One dead woman, two dead guys. Guy comes
home and finds his wife in the sack with another guy, grabs his shotgun,
kills his wife and blows the head off the other guy before shooting
himself. Brains all over the ceiling and wall, so naturally I asked the
cop, "Hey...is he dead." Just before I went outside and puked.

I had a wonderful time at that paper. I got to write some really terrific
hard news and feature stories, and met some incredible people. Worked my
way up to a solid bronze spittoon, too.

Tom,
It is too easy. No fun when he jumps into the boat before you even put the
lure on.


"Shortwave Sportfishing" wrote in message
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On Sat, 08 Oct 2005 17:47:23 -0400, Harry Krause
wrote:

Shortwave Sportfishing wrote:
On Sat, 08 Oct 2005 17:20:40 -0400, Harry Krause
wrote:

jps wrote:
In article ,
says...
jps wrote:
In article , says...

wrote:


You mean to say there's some sort of baseball that is played every
year
after the Seattle Mariners get on the bus and head for home?
Yep, and the world of boating is far larger than what you've
experienced
on your local pond.
Another piece of evidence that you're not Skipper since Snippy
admired
the NW.

jps
That's right. He sneered at the Chesapeake and eastern waters, but
always seemed to like Chuck's home waters and that Gulf of California
area.

IIRC, Snippy actually visited and made friendly with Chuck. He had
his
eye on the NW for retirement.

Hope he made it. To think that people would have to croak in the
middle
of Bush country really makes me well up.

jps

I used to "misbehave" a bit with a staff photographer when I worked at
the KC Star, and when the night city editor caught us, he'd send us
down
to Wichita or some other bloody awful place in Kansas for a "feature."
The photog was one hell of a photographer, though. He died recently.

Kansas City, Missouri, was a pretty decent place the years I was there.
I enjoyed my sojourn.

You "misbehaved" - City Editor caught you - you and he would sent to
Wichita for a feature.

Anybody? Come on - please?

Somebody?


Perhaps my wording wasn't clear enough. The photog in question, though
married, was a man about town. I was a bachelor. After I got off the
obit writing desk and finished my stint at the cop shop, I was sent out
on patrol for several hours a night with a photog in hopes of coming
across a really good auto accident, plane crash or multiple murder.
That's what life was like in those days during the first year of a
reporter at the KC Star.

Wes, my photog friend and co-worker, knew the whereabouts of EVERY blind
pig and every party in KC, or so it seemed. So, while we were supposed
to be in the patrol car, we more than likely were otherwise occupied,
and the night city editor couldn't reach us on the car radio. We'd get
caught once in a while and be sent to purgatory, which typically was
Wichita or out to Great Bend, where the KC Star owned another paper.

Oh my gosh - somebody - anybody - it's just...TOO FREAKIN' EASY!!!

Harry Krause wrote:
Don White wrote:

jps wrote:

In article , says...

wrote:


You mean to say there's some sort of baseball that is played every
year
after the Seattle Mariners get on the bus and head for home?


Yep, and the world of boating is far larger than what you've
experienced
on your local pond.



Another piece of evidence that you're not Skipper since Snippy
admired the NW.

jps



That's right. He sneered at the Chesapeake and eastern waters, but
always seemed to like Chuck's home waters and that Gulf of California
area.



It ain't Skippy. It is a Smithers. We're being Smithered again.

Time for a long hot shower.....with plenty of soap.

Another one of harry's fantasies....right up there with his lobsta boat

"Starbuck's Words of Wisdom" wrote in message
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Great Story Harry. Keep em coming.





"Harry Krause" wrote in message
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Shortwave Sportfishing wrote:
On Sat, 08 Oct 2005 17:20:40 -0400, Harry Krause
wrote:

jps wrote:
In article ,
says...
jps wrote:
In article , says...

wrote:


You mean to say there's some sort of baseball that is played
every
year
after the Seattle Mariners get on the bus and head for home?
Yep, and the world of boating is far larger than what you've
experienced
on your local pond.
Another piece of evidence that you're not Skipper since Snippy
admired the NW.

jps
That's right. He sneered at the Chesapeake and eastern waters,
but
always seemed to like Chuck's home waters and that Gulf of
California
area.

IIRC, Snippy actually visited and made friendly with Chuck. He had
his
eye on the NW for retirement.

Hope he made it. To think that people would have to croak in the
middle of Bush country really makes me well up.

jps

I used to "misbehave" a bit with a staff photographer when I worked
at
the KC Star, and when the night city editor caught us, he'd send us
down
to Wichita or some other bloody awful place in Kansas for a
"feature."
The photog was one hell of a photographer, though. He died recently.

Kansas City, Missouri, was a pretty decent place the years I was
there.
I enjoyed my sojourn.

You "misbehaved" - City Editor caught you - you and he would sent to
Wichita for a feature.

Anybody? Come on - please?

Somebody?


Perhaps my wording wasn't clear enough. The photog in question, though
married, was a man about town. I was a bachelor. After I got off the
obit
writing desk and finished my stint at the cop shop, I was sent out on
patrol for several hours a night with a photog in hopes of coming
across a
really good auto accident, plane crash or multiple murder. That's what
life was like in those days during the first year of a reporter at the
KC
Star.

Wes, my photog friend and co-worker, knew the whereabouts of EVERY
blind
pig and every party in KC, or so it seemed. So, while we were supposed
to
be in the patrol car, we more than likely were otherwise occupied, and
the
night city editor couldn't reach us on the car radio. We'd get caught
once
in a while and be sent to purgatory, which typically was Wichita or out
to
Great Bend, where the KC Star owned another paper.

I remember the first murder I covered. We intercepted a police call and
went out to some dumpy place. One dead woman, two dead guys. Guy comes
home and finds his wife in the sack with another guy, grabs his
shotgun,
kills his wife and blows the head off the other guy before shooting
himself. Brains all over the ceiling and wall, so naturally I asked the
cop, "Hey...is he dead." Just before I went outside and puked.

I had a wonderful time at that paper. I got to write some really
terrific
hard news and feature stories, and met some incredible people. Worked
my
way up to a solid bronze spittoon, too.

Don,
Is there a reason why you follow me around with your snide comments? I have
always been so nice to you.


"Don White" wrote in message
...
Harry Krause wrote:
Don White wrote:

jps wrote:

In article , says...

wrote:


You mean to say there's some sort of baseball that is played every
year
after the Seattle Mariners get on the bus and head for home?


Yep, and the world of boating is far larger than what you've
experienced
on your local pond.



Another piece of evidence that you're not Skipper since Snippy admired
the NW.

jps



That's right. He sneered at the Chesapeake and eastern waters, but
always seemed to like Chuck's home waters and that Gulf of California
area.



It ain't Skippy. It is a Smithers. We're being Smithered again.

Time for a long hot shower.....with plenty of soap.