BamaD -> RE: "If you think that living in the South means you are on welfare....You could be a Koolaide drinker " (6/10/2016 10:51:47 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Edwird Forget about retirement. People are moving to Charlotte by the hundreds because of so-called 'people skills' that natives from elsewhere (especially Cleveland) have/had never experienced. If that's not appealing, they don't stay. They stay. Not sure what you are saying here, that Clevelanders are not really friendly, or have good people skills ? I can't really disagree. I have been to other places and the people almost always seem more friendly. But I am used to here so here I am. If I went to a good place I would probably rub people the wrong way. People here do not want alot of friends, so many, me included no longer want to have cookouts with 30 people. When I was younger we used to have keg parties with like four kegs and 20 gallons of powerful punch, I mean with PGA in it. Even the dog got so drunk the dude had to carry him out of the house. Two live bands, one in the basement and one in the attic, in which you could play basketball. One of THOSE houses. Damn. But even then, this bunch was a bit clanish and weren't really interested in any new recruits. The parties got to the point where you really couldn't burn one, there was what's left of a pound of weed on the pool table. What a dick to put it on the pool table but then who am I to bitch ? Just roll you one. There were too any people to pass it around. Three floors and outside in the back where the kegs and punch were. The punch had watermelon and sorbet(sp?) in it and all kind of things, grapes cut in pieces, and strawberries, a few other things. We figured with the amount of PGA he put in there is was like 8 %. Like a strong beer or a weak wine. People, especially the girl absolutely LOVED it. I mean LOVED IT. We had to go to the grocery store one time and get the stuff for another one and the best booze for it was Bacardi Light 151 rum. Actually that party was at a different place. Back then you had to buy from a state liquor store. They were closed. This was not one of those super parties with two dozen Harleys in the frontyard, but it was a pretty good bash. Had to go to a bar and buy a fifth from them and they raked us over the coals for it. But oh well. I was working, almost everyone was working. It was YOLO on steroids. If you want, go to your online maps and look at Edgerton Road in North Royalton, Ohio. In the middle of the night when it was dark we had contests to see who could drive the fastest from one end to the other, I think one end is 82 and the other is Bennett Road. I did it a couple of times. Now, I don't even want to ride a bicycle. Now what was the topic ? Because it seems we are on Mars now. T^T I know (knew, one of them died) three people from NYC. Two moved to Ga, the other to Al. They were some of the nicest people I have known. Though a lot of people said they weren't New Yorkers, they just happened to be born there. One had a habit that some people didn't like. Don't ask her a question if you don't want a straight answer. Personally I liked that. On the other hand she came to one of out events in a recreational organization I was in. This was one that I was in charge of. She brought a minor and didn't realize she lacked the proper waviers from the parents. Since I was in charge I didn't the the registar tell her, I did my self, that isn't the sort of thing you delegate. When I explained to her what was wrong with her paperwork and that she would have to leave and take the minor with her. She simply thanked me for explaining it to her, packed up and left, no fight, and no hard feelings. She was also retired military and understood that I was doing my job.
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