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[Geronimo '74]

Good thing we weren't classmates back then.
Our combined as-hattery would have put us in jail..
Man, I hated school back then. It's miracle I turned out half decent.

[flatbutt]

Originally Posted by svandamme

Had I been hit, I'de have thrown back bigger things and made sure to hit.

That's how I got expelled from catholic school....in the 2nd grade.

[GH85Carrera]

[Racerbvd]

[GH85Carrera]

Los Angeles’ first ‘record’ store. In 1896, Thomas L. Tally opened a Phonograph Parlor on Spring Street in Los Angeles, which included a storefront arcade with phonographs and the latest cylinders. Sheet music was also sold and local musicians often recorded songs in the store. In 1902, Tally opened “The Electric Theater” in the back of the Parlor, the first permanent movie theater in the U.S. designed specifically for exhibition of films. Source: Songs in the Key of L.A.


A rare yellow penguin.


This photo, taken on October 16, 1944, near Kohlscheid, Germany, shows PFC Victor Henry (center) and two of his comrades (unidentified) confronting German troops. Thousands of miles away from home, these three members of the 119th Infantry Regiment, 30th Infantry Division, gave everything they had to defeat the forces of tyranny. Victor survived the rest of the war and returned to his hometown of Pontotoc in Mississippi.

[GH85Carrera]

Feb 1945: this shows the USS Belleau Wood bracketing an low-flying enemy bomber with tracer rounds. Zoom into the middle of the frame to see the plane at wave-top level! (National Museum of Naval Aviation) The reflection in the water helps locate the aircraft.

I honestly can't imagine the fear of seeing an aircraft bearing down on my ship straight at me.

[svandamme]

Originally Posted by flatbutt

That's how I got expelled from catholic school....in the 2nd grade.

I did 13 schools from my 12 till 18.
Started off in Latin getting knocked down along the way till i was at the bottom, trade school )
The day I turned 18, I went to School, By then it was trade school, learning to cook
3 days in hotel/ 2 days of school
The kind of school where half the students were so bad that teachers were happy if anybody skipped class that day.

I had worked a year in a big fancy restaurant.. in the restaurant, not the kitchen
But in school I had to do a cooking exam.
They wanted me to cook big kitchen pea soup.. with some kind of premix used in big kitchens (think schools/ nursing homes)..

I already knew up front, but went to school for the sole purpose of a good tantrum.

Exam starts, the examinator (not normal school teacher) explains the goal of the exam.

I kick off a classic Chef Rant
WHAT? Fecking powder pea soup?
I work my ass off for a Cordon Blue Master Chef all year,



and now This burocrat will tell me if i'm a capable cook based on Fecking PEA POWDER SOUP

I mean, I really layed it out there, passionately.. Massive rant.
Threw a pot and stormed out taking my chef jacket off, and DONT EXPECT ME TO COME BACK HERE EVER AGAIN YA LOSERS


Teacher stood there. sighed..
She knew what the others didn't : I worked for the Cordon Blue Chef.. as a Waiter

Anyway.. I stormed out of that class, school, on my birthday.. and never went back , ever.
In my mind I was done with the mandatory school till 18.. They no longer could force me (officially mandatory school is till end of school year but May is close to a month of the end.. no way they could get to me in time )
No degree no nothing F'em

odly enough ,for years after, well in to my 30ies I occasionally dreamt I was still in school, as a 30 year old
Thinking, Why the F am I still in school , I'm 30, this is getting me nowhere.. getting up, apologizing to the teacher
saying rather politely "look, this aint for me, it's taking way to long, I'm leaving."


Note, In that period, before that exam, working for that Master Chef...he once had 2 sous-chefs leave, was short handed and asked me to help in the kitchen as a favor..
I did work 3 days doing prep.. cleaning fish, doing all kinds of prep.. I didn't mind it was a fun change of scenery and hell did the boss a favor..
and one evening, he's in the resto.. i'm in the kitchen with the regular chef..
who asks me to chop some carrots julienne.. 2mm by 4cm



The stuff any cook learns in resto school by chopping every day for 4 years till it's in the muscle memory..
the regular chef hated my guts because i was a waiter and not even hotel school stuf. So he gave me a hard time that my julienne wasn't really 2mm by 4cm
And i wasn't cutting em fast enough..
So i told him , if you can do it faster, by my guest, I'm just trying to help out.

He goes off.. throws a sauce pot my way
So i took a much bigger pot, a marmitte (30 liters something) and throw it down in his pit.






Boss Chef is in the restaurant, his finely tuned ear hears somethign through the sound proof doors.. excuses himself and comes ot the kitchen.

As the sound proof door closes behind him, he's like a bull out of the pen at a rodeo.
regular chef gets his ass chewed, then he turns on me..
I go, Look, goober over there wants me to chop carrots, I chopped carrots
I've never been taught to chop carrots like he was. And he was giving me ****
I told him he was free to cut em hiself, and he threw a pot.
This was a favor to you, I'm not his b1tch and if he wants to I'll be happy to return anything else he wants to throw at me. (big bluf since the chef was twice my size)


The Boss told his regular chef to stfu and get to bizniz..
And me to show up next day after lunch shift, for a class on how to chop things with a kitchen knife

I still am no good at consistent chopping tho... But it's a good story.


I was always a small kid, and I always got in trouble.. Always got under peoples skin to the point of them wanting to get me.
But nobody ever got away with it.

[shadowjack1]

[asphaltgambler]

Originally Posted by svandamme

I did 13 schools from my 12 till 18.
Started off in Latin getting knocked down along the way till i was at the bottom, trade school )
The day I turned 18, I went to School, By then it was trade school, learning to cook
3 days in hotel/ 2 days of school
The kind of school where half the students were so bad that teachers were happy if anybody skipped class that day.

I had worked a year in a big fancy restaurant.. in the restaurant, not the kitchen
But in school I had to do a cooking exam.
They wanted me to cook big kitchen pea soup.. with some kind of premix used in big kitchens (think schools/ nursing homes)..

I already knew up front, but went to school for the sole purpose of a good tantrum.

Exam starts, the examinator (not normal school teacher) explains the goal of the exam.

I kick off a classic Chef Rant
WHAT? Fecking powder pea soup?
I work my ass off for a Cordon Blue Master Chef all year,



and now This burocrat will tell me if i'm a capable cook based on Fecking PEA POWDER SOUP

I mean, I really layed it out there, passionately.. Massive rant.
Threw a pot and stormed out taking my chef jacket off, and DONT EXPECT ME TO COME BACK HERE EVER AGAIN YA LOSERS


Teacher stood there. sighed..
She knew what the others didn't : I worked for the Cordon Blue Chef.. as a Waiter

Anyway.. I stormed out of that class, school, on my birthday.. and never went back , ever.
In my mind I was done with the mandatory school till 18.. They no longer could force me (officially mandatory school is till end of school year but May is close to a month of the end.. no way they could get to me in time )
No degree no nothing F'em

odly enough ,for years after, well in to my 30ies I occasionally dreamt I was still in school, as a 30 year old
Thinking, Why the F am I still in school , I'm 30, this is getting me nowhere.. getting up, apologizing to the teacher
saying rather politely "look, this aint for me, it's taking way to long, I'm leaving."


Note, In that period, before that exam, working for that Master Chef...he once had 2 sous-chefs leave, was short handed and asked me to help in the kitchen as a favor..
I did work 3 days doing prep.. cleaning fish, doing all kinds of prep.. I didn't mind it was a fun change of scenery and hell did the boss a favor..
and one evening, he's in the resto.. i'm in the kitchen with the regular chef..
who asks me to chop some carrots julienne.. 2mm by 4cm



The stuff any cook learns in resto school by chopping every day for 4 years till it's in the muscle memory..
the regular chef hated my guts because i was a waiter and not even hotel school stuf. So he gave me a hard time that my julienne wasn't really 2mm by 4cm
And i wasn't cutting em fast enough..
So i told him , if you can do it faster, by my guest, I'm just trying to help out.

He goes off.. throws a sauce pot my way
So i took a much bigger pot, a marmitte (30 liters something) and throw it down in his pit.






Boss Chef is in the restaurant, his finely tuned ear hears somethign through the sound proof doors.. excuses himself and comes ot the kitchen.

As the sound proof door closes behind him, he's like a bull out of the pen at a rodeo.
regular chef gets his ass chewed, then he turns on me..
I go, Look, goober over there wants me to chop carrots, I chopped carrots
I've never been taught to chop carrots like he was. And he was giving me ****
I told him he was free to cut em hiself, and he threw a pot.
This was a favor to you, I'm not his b1tch and if he wants to I'll be happy to return anything else he wants to throw at me. (big bluf since the chef was twice my size)


The Boss told his regular chef to stfu and get to bizniz..
And me to show up next day after lunch shift, for a class on how to chop things with a kitchen knife

I still am no good at consistent chopping tho... But it's a good story.


I was always a small kid, and I always got in trouble.. Always got under peoples skin to the point of them wanting to get me.
But nobody ever got away with it.

How cool is it....... that you shared this with us.!

[GH85Carrera]

This photo taken in May 1945, in Okinawa, Japan, shows Pvt John L. Drugan and "Pal", his faithful war dog. Recognized for his heroic actions, Pal saved an entire platoon of Marines from an ambush when he discovered a well-hidden Japanese machine-gun nest. John and Pal both survived the war.






“The Thousand Yard Stare”—USMC Private Theodore J. Miller is helped aboard a ship after intense combat on Eniwetok Atoll. Miller was killed a month later, 1944.

[Racerbvd]

[astrochex]

Originally Posted by GH85Carrera

Antietam battlefield. The pontoons you see are the very ones that Burnside hoped to get in November instead of December. See the full version to check out a First Michigan wagon at lower left and so much more! The little town of Berlin used to be at and above the location of the current MARC train parking area in Brunswick, MD. The tall, modern bridge was built just a few yards to the east (or left) of the old bridge, whose piers are visible spanning the Potomac at left. Virginia is on the horizon with the town of Lovettsville a few miles beyond

I went to an exhibit of Civil War photos at the Huntington Library. It was a sobering experience, particularly the images of the bloated dead soldiers strewn out on the Antietam Battlefield.

[widebody911]

Very early version of "stance"

Originally Posted by GH85Carrera

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[Heel n Toe]

Originally Posted by GH85Carrera

Feb 1945: this shows the USS Belleau Wood bracketing an low-flying enemy bomber with tracer rounds. Zoom into the middle of the frame to see the plane at wave-top level! The reflection in the water helps locate the aircraft.

I'm sure if we had an original print in hand, we might be able to see the bomber with a magnifying glass, but I can't find it blowing up the center section of this image.

Can anyone save this with a screencap and draw an arrow pointing to it? Just curious.

[svandamme]

Originally Posted by asphaltgambler

How cool is it....... that you shared this with us.!

Well at least I posted random pictures

You should try that.

[svandamme]

can-do good buddy !

[Heel n Toe]

Drunk again, Stijn?

[svandamme]

Naaah ,just following precise instructions

I saved "this" which was your post
with a screencap
and I put an arrow pointing to it.

Seahawk: Edited picture only.