http://amp.hibio.us/2007/01/31/gallo-mas-gallo/ i'm not as think as you clever i am Tue, 25 Sep 2007 09:46:04 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9 hourly 1 http://amp.hibio.us/2007/01/31/gallo-mas-gallo/comment-page-1/#comment-1174 Mom Tue, 12 Jun 2007 05:27:05 +0000 http://amp.hibio.us/2007/01/31/gallo-mas-gallo/#comment-1174 What is "pinging"? What is “pinging”?

]]> http://amp.hibio.us/2007/01/31/gallo-mas-gallo/comment-page-1/#comment-1173 Mom Tue, 12 Jun 2007 05:21:48 +0000 http://amp.hibio.us/2007/01/31/gallo-mas-gallo/#comment-1173 Just to clear up a small error of perception-I did fly in 1968, home from Hawaii where I spent the summer with my then boyfriend. We had left in February of that year for San francisco on my boyfriend's Honda 80, which was like riding a large (relatively) bee. We actually did ride it all the way to San francisco, though we had ridden the cogs off the sprocket by Redding and camped on a church porch while we got a new one. We stayed with friends, but weren't able to get plane tickets (short of money), so we flew back to Portland to try again-destination: still Hawaii. In Portland I fell off a curb and broke my foot, so I ended up working in the filing department of Meier & Frank until I had made enough to get my ticket. My boyfriend, who had grown up in the Manoa valley, had already left to start his job in a family friends architecture office. I was close behind, and I got a job selling cameras in Liberty House (the Oahuan Meier and Frank), and got a cool room on the third floor of a fancy house on Nehoa street owned by a very affluent Chinese family. I had to "entertain" my boyfriend on the porch-veranda of the house, because we young lady renters were not allowed to "entertain" gentlemen friends in our rooms. My biyfriend and I shared the cost of a Honda 50, which we rode around on all summer and sold the day we flew home in the fall. Oh, and I broke my elbow body surfing at Makapuu, when we caught a wave we wondered why the natives were letting go by...it broke right on me and I was in a washing machine with sand and sharp edges for awhile. At this body-surfing haven the surf came in chest high instead of around your ankles like in Oregon. I was not prepared. But I recovered fairly quickly, and didn't have to have a cast. (This is sounding an awful lot like Ezra-see why we needed the ten-year plan? That is-don't tell me now, tell me in ten years!) Anyhow, I went to Mexico with friends of my parents to be the babysitter for their four kids in 1962. That is a whole other story. But when I flew home in 1968, there was tons of room between the seats, and you could really stretch out, and it was quite posh. Needless to say, I was shocked to find that air flight had become so crowded and steerage-like, when I next flew some 30 years later. But i am used to it now. Just to clear up a small error of perception-I did fly in 1968, home from Hawaii where I spent the summer with my then boyfriend. We had left in February of that year for San francisco on my boyfriend’s Honda 80, which was like riding a large (relatively) bee. We actually did ride it all the way to San francisco, though we had ridden the cogs off the sprocket by Redding and camped on a church porch while we got a new one. We stayed with friends, but weren’t able to get plane tickets (short of money), so we flew back to Portland to try again-destination: still Hawaii. In Portland I fell off a curb and broke my foot, so I ended up working in the filing department of Meier & Frank until I had made enough to get my ticket. My boyfriend, who had grown up in the Manoa valley, had already left to start his job in a family friends architecture office. I was close behind, and I got a job selling cameras in Liberty House (the Oahuan Meier and Frank), and got a cool room on the third floor of a fancy house on Nehoa street owned by a very affluent Chinese family. I had to “entertain” my boyfriend on the porch-veranda of the house, because we young lady renters were not allowed to “entertain” gentlemen friends in our rooms. My biyfriend and I shared the cost of a Honda 50, which we rode around on all summer and sold the day we flew home in the fall. Oh, and I broke my elbow body surfing at Makapuu, when we caught a wave we wondered why the natives were letting go by…it broke right on me and I was in a washing machine with sand and sharp edges for awhile. At this body-surfing haven the surf came in chest high instead of around your ankles like in Oregon. I was not prepared. But I recovered fairly quickly, and didn’t have to have a cast. (This is sounding an awful lot like Ezra-see why we needed the ten-year plan? That is-don’t tell me now, tell me in ten years!) Anyhow, I went to Mexico with friends of my parents to be the babysitter for their four kids in 1962. That is a whole other story. But when I flew home in 1968, there was tons of room between the seats, and you could really stretch out, and it was quite posh. Needless to say, I was shocked to find that air flight had become so crowded and steerage-like, when I next flew some 30 years later. But i am used to it now.

]]> http://amp.hibio.us/2007/01/31/gallo-mas-gallo/comment-page-1/#comment-1116 admin Fri, 04 May 2007 03:36:59 +0000 http://amp.hibio.us/2007/01/31/gallo-mas-gallo/#comment-1116 How right you are! Good thing editing is so easy on this thing :-) How right you are! Good thing editing is so easy on this thing :-)

]]> http://amp.hibio.us/2007/01/31/gallo-mas-gallo/comment-page-1/#comment-1115 Luigi Fri, 04 May 2007 01:19:54 +0000 http://amp.hibio.us/2007/01/31/gallo-mas-gallo/#comment-1115 I'm sorry to barke it down for you, but Liberia is not in Nicaragua is in Costa Rica. . . .so if you eat lost of ketchup in Liberia that was in Costa Rica not in Nicaragua. I’m sorry to barke it down for you, but Liberia is not in Nicaragua is in Costa Rica. . . .so if you eat lost of ketchup in Liberia that was in Costa Rica not in Nicaragua.

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