They can bust it as many times as they like, I'm still not gonna try it!
jeffrey-wimberlyAnd how! Then they went back and busted it AGAIN!
If you don't mind I'll stick to a conventional urinal and leave the third rails to more adventurous souls.
BonasCan a man electrocute himself by peeing on the third rail/////Mythbusters busted that one
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Can a man electrocute himself by peeing on the third rail/////Mythbusters busted that one
Hoo, boy. OK, there's nothing unusual about people being DUI and smoking dope in Florida, I suppose there's nothing unusual about being drunk at a Maple Leafs game. But being drunk at a regimental dinner? He's lucky the Regimental Sergeant Major didn't take him outside to "sort him out." RSM's are pretty good at that you know.
Here in Canada, living on the edge of the tundra, not a lot to do except check the polar bear traps, be polite and smoke crack. I'm waiting for the real story to come out. He finally spoke yesterday and said "I do not smoke crack." ( note the tense) He lied about a DUI and marijuana possession in Florida in 1999, he lied about being drunk, abusive and thrown out of a Maple Leafs game in 2006. He was thrown out of a fancy regimental dinner last winter for being either drunk or on drugs. And life in the frozen north goes on.
I'm shocked! SHOCKED I tell you! A crack smoking mayor of Toronto? I thought such things didn't happen in Canada!
Washington, Detroit, Chicago, those places wouldn't surprise me. Toronto! My God!
You wouldn't catch Mayor Bloomberg of New York doing that, he's too much of a Health Fascist.
So you know what this means? Sandy Rinomato for Mayor! Now's your chance girl! Go for it!
Wow, and I thought this thread was finished.
I just heard of an update to the Oscar Mayer song:
"Oh I'd love to be elected Mayor Weiner!"
That's all I got but it was in the Toronto Star yesterday. I guess you might have heard how our mayor was on a cell-phone camera smoking crack with two known drug dealers, one of whom was shot dead a short time later. This was last Thursday when the story came out. It's now 8 days later and he has not spoken one word about it except to say "these allegations are ridiculous!" - Yet, there he is. I recall what the character Duke in Doonesbury said a few years ago- "This is why I stopped doing drugs. Who can tell the difference anymore?"
I looked at the You Tube, jeez, what a maroon!
I FOUND THE STUPID KID!
I FOUND THE STUPID KID!!!!!
There I was, looking at "You Tube Soupy Sales Green Pieces of Paper", and in the Comments section there's a commenter who ADMITTED to sending five bucks!
You better run pal, there's a bunch of guys out here who've been waiting 48 years for revenge!
Wonder what a "stupid kid" looks like when he's in his late 50's? Hmmmmm...
Just to show you he hasn't learned anything over the past decades he put his NAME on the post! No, I won't tell you what it is, you'll have to look for yourselves.
That's where I live. The King streetcar stops right across the street from my place on Roncesvalles avenue. You may be interested to know that the Roncesvalles car house has been expanded for the new streetcars coming this year and the new yard at Leslie st and the Lakeshore is well under construction. Should be finished next year as I understand.
54light15t's nice here.
I always enjoyed living in Toronto. I always lived downtown.
Toronto still is, almost every ethnic group in the world is here. Maltese, Chileans, Tibetans and so forth. The downtown never declined because unlike an American city, people have always lived downtown. I was in Columbus, Ohio on business about ten years ago. The downtown was deserted at 6PM because no one lived there and never did. Not a bad place, just uninhabited. Zoning didn't allow residences in business districts as I understand it since the infrastructure ( large water and sewer capacity for one) was not built for it. Midtown Manhattan is deserted in the late evenings but the residential areas are always humming! In Toronto you can have a fifty story office building on the main avenue, turn a corner and its all single family houses. It's nice here.
When I lived in Toronto in the late '60's it had a lot of interesting ethnic neighborhoods. And, unlike the USA, downtown was a reasonable place to live.
I LOVE Greek food! Here we have a whole street of Greek restaurants, Danforth avenue. If you leave there hungry, well I just ain't responsible! I could go for a Gyro right now!
Yeah. But there was a really good and really cheap Greek restaurant right next to the bus terminal.
Port Authority? Thanks, gonna have a hard time getting that thought out of my mind. I was there a lot in the 70s, taking the Sunday night Norfolk navy base special. The bus station, in all it's glory!
Looks like you didn't need the NYC subway to "get more than a ride it's a circus on the side" back in the old days. Then again, I remember the Port Authority Bus Terminal back in the old pre-Giuliani days. Oh brother...
Nothing like entering a hole under the ground!
54light15they never anticipated the phenomonal growth in ridership
I think, from what you later wrote, that you meant 'pheromonal' ;-O
Looks like we need to have some input (ahem!) on a new song: "Well, I guess that's why they call it my Tube..."
The other girl facing me, bent over in a low cut top didn't help matters either. Wait, she did.
Look on the bright side. The thing still works as advertised.
Deggesty, the next time you stay at the Royal York in Toronto, try the Library bar downstairs. Quiet and elegant, like a trip back in time. Living in "Toronna" as I do, it's a rare day that I don't ride the streetcar. The TTC still has one or two PCCs that they use for excursions in the summer. We're to get new streetcars this year and they are building a new yard for them east of downtown.
It's a good system we have but it's sure under-built for today. When the Yonge st subway opened in 1954 they never anticipated the phenomonal growth in ridership. The trains are packed at almost all hours of the day. It's not like the lines August Belmont built to the northern tip of Manhattan all those years ago, but there growth was anticipated what with the ships full of emigrants arriving at Ellis Island. Toronto is crowded but not like like the Tube in London. I was riding on the Northern line going to Euston station and it was so packed that an attractive young lady had her behind jammed into my... let's just say that nature kind of took it's course. What could I do? Apologize for not being gay?
Toronto: My first visit was in 1959 on business, and I fell in love with the place immediately. I was there on a Sunday, and the Blue Laws mentioned were done and over with, and there seemed like there were many happy people doing what ever one would do in a typical cosmopolitan USA City. Of course the real reason I immediately loved the place was the streetcar system, with PCC cars available to take you just about anywhere that the subway system did not. Toronto was the only North American city that kept streetcars as a modern streetcar system, not because they had subways and tunnels (San Francisco, Boston, and Philadelphia), not as an operating Landmarked museum (New Orleans), and not because of an irreplaceable dedicated right-of way (Shaker Heights and Pittsburgh). Streetcars as streetcars. The only one. And well maintained and smoothly and efficiently operated. And the ethnic restaurants and the friendliness of the people seemed to complement the excellent surface transportation. Will always be one of my favorite cities.
Wayne, that is interesting about the melody of the Marine Hymn. Back in 1941 (I was in the first grade when we went to war), that, the songs of the Air Corps, the Navy, and the Field Artillery were quite popular, and I think every school child learned them. Also popular was Irving Berlin's "God Bless America," complete with the introduction--which few people today even know of.
One of my brothers was in the Air Corps, and he spent much time as a control tower operator in British Guiana. Two others were in the Navy; one, because he had expressed a desire to be a doctor, was sent to college (where he met his wife), and the other was a radarman on a mine sweep. My Air Corps brother never talked about why he was in B.G. except that he was a control tower operator; I realized many years later that he was helping get the planes going to North Africa on their way across the Atlantic. My radarman brother never, in my hearing, spoke of his ship's actually sweeping for mines; it was only recently that I learned that the Raven did sweep in the Mediterranean after he joined her.
As to the Marine Corps, two of my best friends in college had spent three years, most of it in Korea, in the Corps. One was the son of the college president, and the other was a nephew of the president's wife.
Upgrading by a hotel: in 1997, my wife and I arrived at the Royal York, in Toronto, after riding the Canadian from Vancouver--and were told that we had canceled our reservation. A room was available for us. The next day, when we arrived at the Chateau Laurier in Ottawa, we found a note that had been pushed under the door, telling us that the hotel chain's (Canadian Pacific Hotels) reservation system had hiccupped (or something like that). We spent another night at the Royal York the following week--and were upgraded to a much more luxurious accomodation. Sad to say, we were not able to take full advantage of the upgrade because we were leaving at an early hour on the train to Chicago the next morning. We could have better used the upgrade at the Chateau Laurier or at the Queen Elizabeth, in Montreal. When we were next in Toronto, in 2003, we were put up at the higher level by the new owner, Fairmont (we were supposed to be impressed by Fairmont)--and we did enjoy some of the advantages of the upgrade (breakfast and free internet). We were not favorably impressed by the din in the dining room when we ate dinner after arriving.
Johnny
Johnny, this is one old Marine that has to admit the "Field Artillery Song" is one of the classic pieces of American music, it's over a century old and still sounds as good as the day it was written. Very adapatable too, considering all the verses, spoof or otherwise, that people have come up with. I have to let out a dirty little secret, the melody of "The Marine's Hymn" was lifted from a Jacques Offenbach operetta from the 19th Century. But hey, that's what Marines do, we'll grab anything that's not nailed down figuring maybe we can use it, one way or another. Even if we don't know what the hell it is!
That was a nice thing the Peabody did for you. Reminds me of a time Lady Firestorm and I missed a connecting flight due to an airline foul-up so they up-graded us to First Class on the next available flight. "Wayne, look!" she says, "We're in First Class!" "Great", I said, "does this mean we have first crack at the lifeboats?"
Wayne
There was another song set to the tune of the "Field Artillery Song"--the "Roadway Song" in Robert Heinlein's short story "The Roads Must Roll" (written about 1943)
"Hear them hum! Watch them run! Oh, our job is never done, For our roadways go rolling along! While you ride, While you glide, We are watching down inside, So your roadways keep rolling along!
Oh it's Hie! Hie! Hee! The rotormen are we-- Check off the sectors loud and strong! ONE! TWO! THREE! Anywhere you go You are bound to know That your roadways are rolling along! KEEP THEM ROLLING! KEEP THEM ROLLING! That your roadways are rolling along!"
The Roadways was an underground system for pedestrian traffic that linked cities with belts that ran at speeds from 5 mph to 100 mph (the traveler would carefully move from one strip to another).
Firelock, you mentioned visiting home towns. When my wife and I traveled, she always enjoyed seeing the various houses her family had lived in in Evanston, Ill., and in Memphis, Tenn., when we could. They were all still there when we traveled three years ago. Even the hospital she was born in, in Evanston, in 1929 is still there--though much changed since, I am sure. Her father grew up in Dayton, Ohio, but we could not find any trace of his homes (one has been replaced by an interstate onramp) or any other trace of his family (his father had owned a grocery establishment next to the famous bicycle shop; I think the visitors' center is in its location).
When her father was transferred to Memphis, the family--except for her--moved down by train, and stayed at the Peabody until they found a place to live. She was at a boarding school in Beaver Dam, Wis., and could not go down with them because of a measles epidemic at the school. When her father was able to come up and get her, they, horror of horrors, flew to Memphis. She long regretted flying to Memphis (she had fallen in love with train travel a few years earlier) and not staying at the best hotel in town. The two of us spent a night at the Peabody five years ago (we went to Memphis just for that; the previous year we had a reservation which could not be honored because a group had decided to spend another night there; the Peabody put us up at another hotel, refunded what we had already paid, and gave us a certificate good for a night's stay within two years).
Toronto is a pretty nice place, people get along pretty well. The Portuguese neighbourhood has a Jamaican restaurant, the Polish war veterans hall is there and no one thinks to much about it. Live and let live is the way. The Brits make some amazing layouts. I have a large N-scale European layout. It looks nice but is crap compared to what they do over there. Not only did they have that NYC layout, but there was a nice one set in Oregon, narrow gauge logging, hills and tall trees. the most astonishing one was a long, linear setup about 30 feet long. Evenly spaced were four men, each at a control panel. One would pull a lever, a bell would ring at the next man (each was operating his own "tower") and a light would light up at the appropriate lever. He would pull the lever and an acknowledging bell would ring at the first guy. The train would move all to the sound of these four guys pulling levers and the ringing bells. They were duplicating British operating practice of 1905. The train would move, cars would be picked up and dropped off, moving from main line to siding tracks. It was hypnotic and all the while, these men never spoke! If you're ever in London, the show is at Alexandra Palace in late March. Worth seeing even if you're not into model trains.
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