For me the holiday season was always the most rewarding time of the year as a child interested in hunting. I had every issue of deer and deer hunting magazine to fill in during the non-holiday months. But hearing and seeing hunting as a kid can never be replaced..those memories will stick with you the rest of your years. During Christmas and Thanksgiving, we started a tradition. My Grandfather, God rest his soul, used to sit down after the meal and tell us of all the deer hunting stories he remembered growing up. For me their was no better story teller that lived. Although it is true that bigger vehicles consume more fuel, it doesn't mean they are less fuel efficient. Fuel efficiency is getting the most amount of energy from every amount of fuel that enters the engine. It means that the vehicle is able to make full use of the fuel it gets.

Sometimes it is (1) attorney, sometimes it is (2) attorneys and sometimes it involves the Judge. In this particular case, here is poor little "Linda" getting a divorce from "Outdoor Bob". Prior to their marriage, Linda had perfect credit and Outdoor Bob, being a rascal, had ziltch for credit. Linda was told by Mom and Dad, don't marry that bum. Well, love prevailed and they got married. site I should always watch what I say because with the PC their could be a small child on here collecting those hunting stories like I collected them from my grandfather. Although the word bullshit was one of those sacred words as a kid you used to say just out of ear shot of mom and dad. It had it's own mystique about it altogether back then. In 1970 my husband bought a Dodge R/T for $5000. The price of the car was usually a bit less, but this particular car had all the bells and whistles needed to be a true Muscle Car. If kept in mint condition this car would now be worth approximately $50,000. He was young and foolish though; blew up the engine, and just trashed the car. To this day, the thought of his youthful waste makes him kind of sick. I had just started on another beer when someone dropped a few coins in the juke box. The music was bad country. To my utter disgust the first song that played was that "I want to stick a boot up your butt" super-patriotic, ultra-jingoist thing by the guy in the buy vacuum truck commercials. The people around me began to sing along loudly. Jumping off the back of the deuce-and-half truck, brushing through the crowd of peanut girls, I headed to the bar. It was a beautiful day with sunlight dappling the shaded roadway. The West Palm Beach Motorsports Examiner will be on hand for the event, and will provide insight into the longest day in professional auto racing; the Rolex 24! A little later I waved my hand around in front of my face to clear some of the smoke and give myself a line of sight. I drained my beer and told Murphy that I had to bail. He slapped me on the back and headed toward the old scarred pool table. As I walked out into the sunlight I was thinking that I'd never have to see the inside of that place again.