Some old Photos for your enjoyment

CWLONGSHOT

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Well I hate growing a beard. When I moved up here from California in 74 I started a beard as I was going to live in the rough. I already had a long ponytail.

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By 1988 I’d long since ditched the beard and did regular shaving twice a week whether it was needed or not. Even longer ponytail. Karyn is sure one fine looking lady isn’t she? We were down in Southern California desert riding 4 wheelers and dirt bikes with the family.

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By 1998 I’m still beardless and no more ponytail but still long hair. Karyn and I with one of our over night catches. Our vessel KraKaDawn is just in the picture sterned into the dock to the right. Karyn’s looking good ten years later.

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Good stuff John!!

I think Karyn looks allot like Winchester's Deadly Passion hunter girl!! Melissa Bachman!

 
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California's Central Coast Amid The Insanity
I prefer "incorrigible", personally. Another southpaw here.
I don't think incorrigible ever applied to me being a lefty, put certainly did to one particular time of my life when my ingrained stubborn rebel caused me some particular grief.

Now, incorrigible did define my sister when her 4th grade teacher did everything short of physical discipline to get her to write right-handed. To this day she holds her paper angled like a righty, thus having to turn her wrist at an angle that looks painful.

We lefties see reality for what it is, and have learned to adjust to and adapt in a backward world, all the while doing so without out whiney grievance, a sense of victimhood, or monetary compensation.
 

david s

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I'm left handed and learned to print in school as a lefty. After one of many moves and different schools the new class I was in just started cursive writing. So the teacher figured she would save the world and make me write as a righty. Now nobody can read my writing but I can still print as a lefty. I've worn a beard (mutton chops and a gotee as it hadn't actually yet filled in) since I was 15, it made getting into bars easier.
 

smokeywolf

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I just plain don't write in cursive. Spending 7 years of my young adulthood in law enforcement and writing reports and daily logs that could end up as evidence in court, I still print everything in block letters. My signature is the only thing I write in cursive, but because of my hand tremors and depending on caffeine level and how long since I took my med, it changes every time I sign anything.
 

Hawk

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I have an unreadable signature. A series of ever changing swirls.
At one time it was legible, but having to sign your name 50 or 60 times a day and still carry on a conversation while doing it, forced me to change it.
I had a young man that worked for me for five years and laughed everytime he saw me sign something.
I am a land surveyor and at one time (back in the 70s) I was a draftsman. Everything had to be hand printed on the surveys (legal descriptions, notes, legend, everything) and it had to be impeccable.
Now it's all done in Autocad.
I couldn't write cursive now if my life depended on it.
 

Bret4207

At the casting bench in the sky. RIP Bret.
My mom was a lefty so I learned to do a lot of stuff left handed even though I'm a righty. Which brings to mind the day we were talking to the kids and my granddaughter about drawing and being left or right handed. I forget what compelled me to ask the question, but I asked my GD, "And what do you call it when you write with both hands?" She looked at me like I had two heads, smiled and said, "Scribbling!" Well, ask a stupid question...

My "penmanship" is about as impeccable as my needlepoint, eg- non-existent. When I got on the job we were supposed to hand write reports because, "Type writers are expensive kid." Okay, you asked for it. Took about 2 weeks and I was told in no uncertain terms I would type anything important if humanly possible and if not, to use block letters. Now with the arthritis even I have a hard time reading my block letters! Oh well, not like I'm drafting the Declaration of Independence or anything.
 

Cadillac Jeff

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Writing & me just don't get along----I'm not even good at this typing thingy!!

Funny thing is I am most of the time a kind of a gabby kind of guy, but even here I may type somthing out just to erase is & just move on!? But if any of you guy's were out in the shop,wood's,range,or on a fishin somewhere I would yack for hrs. :)

Jeff
 

L Ross

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I enjoy writing a nice letter to a friend. If I want to write to a business or other entity, or a politician I always write in cursive and use a cartridge pen. I was once told a hand written letter to a politician is viewed as representing the opinion of 500 constituents. In other words, 499 other constituents feel the same way as person who takes the time and trouble to write.

I also like to write atta boys and atta girls when I receive exceptional customer service. I do those formally in cursive hoping they will end up in the personnel file of the employee I am praising.

I sense the loss of formality, discipline, education, and dismissal of cursive as another example of the decline of our civilization. That and the inability to drive a standard transmission.
 

Otony

Member
I work in a pawn/gun shop, and complete dozens of 4473 forms per week. There is a spot of the form where I must both print AND sign my name. It delights me to no end to do so in as many varying styles as possible. Tiny print, large print, slanted to and fro, stretched in an exaggerated fashion, but always legibly. I can sign it exactly like I did in school, you know, tongue clenched and brow furrowed in concentration, and the next one in the most flourishing manner I can manage.

I figure the next time we are audited there may be repercussions, lol!
 
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Ian

Notorious member
I enjoy writing a nice letter to a friend. If I want to write to a business or other entity, or a politician I always write in cursive and use a cartridge pen. I was once told a hand written letter to a politician is viewed as representing the opinion of 500 constituents. In other words, 499 other constituents feel the same way as person who takes the time and trouble to write.

I also like to write atta boys and atta girls when I receive exceptional customer service. I do those formally in cursive hoping they will end up in the personnel file of the employee I am praising.

I sense the loss of formality, discipline, education, and dismissal of cursive as another example of the decline of our civilization. That and the inability to drive a standard transmission.

And here I was thinking the decline of our civilization was a result of forum software removing the ability to tab five spaces at the beginning of every paragraph. And starting sentences with conjunctions.

We had a lube tech who couldn't drive a standard onto his lift to change the oil. I've had to drive two tractors with 53' box vans out of our parking lot at work because the drivers couldn't figure out how to thread the needle backwards, and I don't even have a CDL (but DID shuffle a lot of rigs around as part of my last gig). By the time there's no one left to do it for them, standards and rigs that don't back themselves will be long gone, and civilization, such as it will be, will still be.
 

RicinYakima

High Steppes of Eastern Washington
It is kind of like wearing a suit and tie to a job interview with polished leather shoes. Didn't wear casual clothes since I applied to be a grease monkey at a SOHIO gas station in 1964. Twenty years ago I bought 100 sheets of bonded linen paper for writing formal letters, and still have about 50 sheets. p.s. The new liquid ink pens write as well or better than my old Parker "suck 'em up" pens. Now if my hand didn't shake so much, they would look better.
 

Nazgul

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Another old one from shorpy .com

1955. A rainbow over the campus of Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo, seems to end on a row of classic 50s cars. The two-tone '53 Olds is nice, but I wish it wasn't obscuring the red-roofed Merc behind it. Shot by my brother, then a freshman there, on 35mm Kodachrome.
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My Dad had a Merc like that when I was young. Used a wood block to hold up there seat, whatever held the seat in full upright was broken. Remember riding in it everywhere.

Sold it to my mom's brother Roger, he had a drinking problem but loved us kids, He would take us fishing or to the park. Would stop at a bar and leave us in the car then take us home.

Don