[tcb] Re: What about me?

  • From: "Denis Dodson" <coocoo@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: <tcb@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2005 08:00:13 -0500

The Telefunken is sitting in the house, abandoned. It was just too big to be packed for home. I would be thrilled if you wanted to go get it. Let me know and I will tell the realtor to let you in.

----- Original Message ----- From: "a riggs" <redvan71@xxxxxxxxx>
To: <tcb@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Monday, October 24, 2005 8:40 PM
Subject: [tcb] Re: What about me?

So what happened to the Telefunken?

--- Denis Dodson <coocoo@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:

So with all this saddness in the family the real important question
arises: WHAT ABOUT ME?!

I know some of you think I have it easy, but you would be wrong! I
forgot the antenna to my Sirius Satellite Radio so I had to listen to
ordinary radio for my whole trip! Well, until I saw a new slimmed down
receiver at Walmart (probably made by cold and naked 7 year olds in a
Korean prison, but hey, the price was right). Then my MP3 player started
acting up and I had to yell at the girl at Circuit City until they gave
me a new one.

I won 3 trophies at Paul's shows. I would have won 4 but they gave my
second "longest distance" one to a guy from Tulsa. Some loophole that he
actually drove his bus. If I wanted to be picky I could have asked for
"longest trailered". At least I won more than Everette. By the way, he
finally gave me the catologue number for the weatherstrip rubber, but I
wrote it on the back of my ballot and then I dropped it in the ballot
box...He gave the number to...Ronnie?... I need it, again.

The VOSA show was in a terrific site. Paul needs Allan to teach him to

I ate seared fois gras with a raspberry BBQ sauce and chicken fried
oysters, a delicious roasted chile relleno, (not fried) at Mi Tierra's,
all kinds of stuff from Central Market...

Speaking of Mi Tierra's, when we had dinner there, Steve's third world
friends won both the prizes. I think they were totally mystified. Do
Americans often win inexpensive clothing at dinner?

I found that a person can easily fit two full sized grandfather clocks,
a heavy wooden dining room table with the leafs removed and five big
boxes full of glassware in a splitty bus. Try that in a Dodge Caravan. I
loaded it and five more plastic storage bins, an antique ice box and a
sewing machine onto the trailer. For the first time the big Toyota knew
that it had a load.

Jan had earlier asked if we could have sheetrock or something put on the
walls downstairs, in the theater/my room. I came home to find that
Travis, my homebuilder worker bee, had taken my instructions to "panel
in the walls" to mean "strip out the entire room completely, put
everything I own out onto the driveway under a tarp, and install all new
wall studs, canister lights in the ceiling, build in surroundsound
speakers with central junction boxes for all electronic connections
including telephone and network, re-rout the heat/AC ducting and put
down an epoxy floor" I nixed the floor idea. I have to feel like I am in

But since he had to rip out all the wiring, I have NO TV! I had to watch
60 minutes on Jan's little 15''. It made my eyes hurt.

And the refrigerator in the kitchen is DEAD. Muerto. Has been since I
left. Under warrantee, I get a new one, but not until tomorrow.

Do you know why I can't have one today? 'Cuz nobody loves me, that's why

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