If It's True $ Was Held Back From MC

One thing I have learned over many years is that there is absolutely no substitute for eye ball to eye ball contact with the people in your industry if you want to call yourself a professional.

You need to look the people you only know via the internet, or on the phone, in the eye, talk to them, get to know them, size them up in person, see what they look like, look at how they dress, how they talk and comport themselves, drink with them, break bread with them, play pool, golf, racket ball, cards, or whatever with them. Something.

You cannot stay away.

You might also learn a thing or three you wouldn't otherwise ;-)

Lou Figueroa
you might also meet
some new contacts
that have more info
than you do :-o

Good post, and I agree. :)
 
Is that a little sprig of Rosemary or Thyme.

I grow Oregano every year in my spice garden. Its a perennial, starts out as a small plant and now has taken over my little plot as a bush.

I grew a bit of Rosemary 2 years ago. I have enuff oregano in jars to last a few years now.

One used to be able to buy chicken livers and gizzards any time. I used to do both together in a roaster. Now they are a rare commodity.

When I do see them, I pretty much buy all the packages.

We used to go pheasant hunting by the US border in Sask. Our first night was spent in the CanAm Bar. they had the best deep fried gizzards.
The last time we went, if I remember, I ate 8 orders.
 
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Is that a little sprig of Rosemary or Thyme.

I grow Oregano every year in my spice garden. Its a perennial, starts out as a small plant and now has taken over my little plot as a bush.

I grew a bit of Rosemary 2 years ago. I have enuff oregano in jars to last a few years now.

One used to be able to buy chicken livers and gizzards any time. I used to do both together in a roaster. Now they are a rare commodity.

When I do see them, I pretty much buy all the packages.

You know, I see those plants for herbs at Whole Foods, a kind of expensive grocery store in my area. I see people buy the basil ones a lot for seasoning. I might have to give this a try.

I have given up white carbs for about 4 months now, and I feel so much better. I'm trying to extend my life by a few years, and it starts with eating right. The fresher the ingredients, the better.

My brother is a cancer survivor, and he gave up eating processed food, nothing out of a box or can. He eats sprouted brown rice just about every day along with his steel-cut oats in the morning.

My 2014 goal will be to eat healthier, like my brother, use only fresh ingredients, and not reply to posts on this forum that piss me off to the nth degree. I have refrained from expressing my thoughts, like others. Practice makes perfect, I guess, but there's still 15 more days to go in 2013! :grin-square:
 
Is that a little sprig of Rosemary or Thyme.

I grow Oregano every year in my spice garden. Its a perennial, starts out as a small plant and now has taken over my little plot as a bush.

I grew a bit of Rosemary 2 years ago. I have enuff oregano in jars to last a few years now.

One used to be able to buy chicken livers and gizzards any time. I used to do both together in a roaster. Now they are a rare commodity.

When I do see them, I pretty much buy all the packages.

We used to go pheasant hunting by the US border in Sask. Our first night was spent in the CanAm Bar. they had the best deep fried gizzards.
The last time we went, if I remember, I ate 8 orders.

About 40 years ago, we had a fast-food joint around my area called Holly Farms, and one of their menu items was fried chicken livers. I loved those.

I have tried cooking chicken livers. I wrap a piece of bacon around them and then bake them. It's not the same as those Greek chicken livers.
 

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"Bad boys, whatcha want,
Watcha want, whatcha gonna do
?" ---> HERE
 

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Every life, we have some trouble, but when you worry, you make it double -->Don't worry; be happy.

Thank the good Lord for Shane's genuinely nice personality. He brings out the best in everybody, even Earl. :angel:

Photo courtesy of NYC Grind, a website I am enjoying more and more in recent times with their current and fresh coverage of pool.
 

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I guess these boys are the ones wearing the white hats. You wouldn't have heard any of 'em singing this song ---> HERE. They came to play and gave it their all, did the best they could on site to prepare for the competition, before, during, and after. :)
 

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Whether on the East Coast, West Coast, or in the sin-filled town known as Vegas, I'd have a great time if I were afforded the opportunity to hang out with any one of these 10 pros. I have always been a proponent of never mixing alcohol and pool.

Long live professional pool around the world. I don't care if you're a Euro, Yankee, South American, Mexican, Asian Pacific Islander, or Chinese. I think my pool world is better having professional pool thrive. I ain't going to beat 'em down. Rather, I wish I could give them a helping hand, but I don't know what to do to make it better. Bottom line is I want professional pool to be better.

In the end, we are all members of God's human family, capable of mistakes. Lord knows I have made many in my almost-60 years here on Earth. Here's to 2014 being a better year for all of us pool enthusiasts. :cool:

Thanks for the memories! :)
 

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Lou, over the the years, I must have sent you at least a couple of PMs telling you how much that I enjoyed reading your stories. So, please don't take this as a personal affront
to your posts here.

As I mentioned in my one post, just the fact that a person has mentioned in passing that
they do know a a secret, they have already blown the secrecy pact by 50%.

And you admitted that the secret was being passed around the after play party bar under the influence of fire water.

So you and at least 50 others have heard the same story. How much would you bet that if ten people were to make a post relating what they know, that each story would be at least 180 degrees from the original.

You mentioned that when you were stationed over seas, you handled top secret documents.

And after work Lou goes to the popular off base bar. You know, the one that is also frequented by shadowy figures of the underworld.

Lou sits down beside a complete stranger and introduces himself.

Hi, my name is Lou.
Hello Lou, my name is Ivor Kaygeebeenoff.

Lou - I know something that you don't know.
Ivor - Really Lou, please tell.
Lou - Well, I really shouldn't but, I have a Level 8 security clearance and I handle secret documents for the USAF. Thats all I can tell you.

Ivor - Lou, I was just about to order another drink, may I purchase one for you.
Lou - Thanks, don't mind if I do.

Ivor - Lou, if you allow me, I would like to buy you a house specialty, its called a Sodium Pentathol shooter.

Lou - Sounds like fun.

Ivor - We have beeg fun together Lou, you and I.

Lou - Stares intently ahead, his eye balls have been replaced by black exes. "The rain in Spain, falls mainly on the plain".


lol, not to worry, BHR, we're good.

Your story reminds me of a couple of old Air Force buddies who know that for a couple of years at The Pentagon I was the USAF spokesmodel for Project Blue Book, the UFO report. Whenever we get together they eventually get around to prodding me to tell them about Roswell, Area 51, the hangers at Wright-Pat AFB, Rendlesham Forest, and other stuff. I will give you the same answer I give them: two blondes, a redhead, a hot tub, a bottle of tequila... and i will tell you everything I know :-)

Lou Figueroa
 
Some people get it, JAM, some dan't.

Lou Figueroa

I remember meeting you at DCC in Louisville at the old Executive West. It was like two ships passing in the night in an extremely narrow crowded hallway. Keith and I both were sick as dogs with the flu, and he had to get to his match, I think. I know we were in a rush to go somewhere, but after all those years of our colloquy on RSB, I realized we were both mere human beings with one common interest. And that was we both do enjoy pool, with all its warts and flaws. In fact, we were, indeed, both members of that Tribal Nation of Pool. :grin-square:

I'm not sure what will make pool stronger for future generations. I'm just glad I got to enjoy it pre-Keith and with Keith. In fact, the most fun I ever had in pool was when I was a recreational social shooter. We had so much darn fun. There wasn't any of the political B.S. that you read on these forums today, and if there was, none of us gave a damn about it. We loved pool for all it had to offer, companionship, a way to socialize, a competition that formed longlasting friendships, win or lose.

There is no better high that I have ever had in my life than when I ran a rack of balls for that almighty win. To have my team players and friends come up and give me a high-five of congratulations. Yep, that's what pool really means. It should be fun. Even professional pool should be fun. I'm not sure why there's a movement afoot to discourage pool fans, enthusiasts, supporters. The pool industry needs them to thrive and survive.

I hope our paths meet again, Lou. Maybe this time, we'll share a cup of coffee and enjoy each other's company. We've come a long way, baby! :grin-square:
 
lol, not to worry, BHR, we're good.

Your story reminds me of a couple of old Air Force buddies who know that for a couple of years at The Pentagon I was the USAF spokesmodel for Project Blue Book, the UFO report. Whenever we get together they eventually get around to prodding me to tell them about Roswell, Area 51, the hangers at Wright-Pat AFB, Rendlesham Forest, and other stuff. I will give you the same answer I give them: two blondes, a redhead, a hot tub, a bottle of tequila... and i will tell you everything I know :-)

Lou Figueroa

I was just in Dayton a few weeks ago... I wondered what that strange green glow was all about.
 
lol, not to worry, BHR, we're good.

Your story reminds me of a couple of old Air Force buddies who know that for a couple of years at The Pentagon I was the USAF spokesmodel for Project Blue Book, the UFO report. Whenever we get together they eventually get around to prodding me to tell them about Roswell, Area 51, the hangers at Wright-Pat AFB, Rendlesham Forest, and other stuff. I will give you the same answer I give them: two blondes, a redhead, a hot tub, a bottle of tequila... and i will tell you everything I know :-)

Lou Figueroa

Funny little story about Wright-Patterson AFB that I can tell now. We lived in Dayton where my father was a prominent physician, Chief of Staff of two large hospitals. He also gave physicals to the high ranking officers at Wright-Pat from time to time.

One time he took me with him while he was giving physicals. I was maybe 12 years old at the time. It was in a room just off from the museum there. So they allowed me to wander around the museum looking at the planes while he was working. It was very cool walking around in there and I, being the curious type, decided to walk down some back hallways to see what I could find. Yes, I got in trouble more than once as a kid because of my curiosity!

So I walk down a long hall looking in doors, until I find a big open room. Inside there were models of planes that looked unlike anything I've ever seen before. They looked like some kind of rocket ship or space vehicle. They definitely weren't anything we had flying around in those days (the 1950's). I may have been young but I wasn't stupid. This was some cool shit and I was intent on checking it all out. That is until some officer walked in and spotted me. He may have been more surprised than me. He asked me what I was doing there and I told him I was lost. (My favorite answer in those days!).

He led me out of the room and back down the hall to where my father was working. Along the way he informed me that I shouldn't tell anyone what I saw in that room or I would get in a lot of trouble. He scared me pretty bad so I kept my mouth shut for probably the next 20 years before I told my wife that story. So now I'm telling you. To this day I have no idea what those models were. I just remember they looked weird, like some kind of space ship.
 
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Funny little story about Wright-Patterson AFB that I can tell now. We lived in Dayton where my father was a prominent physician, Chief of Staff of two large hospitals. He also gave physicals to the high ranking officers at Wright-Pat from time to time.

One time he took me with him while he was giving physicals. I was maybe 12 years old at the time. It was in a room just off from the museum there. So they allowed me to wander around the museum looking at the planes while he was working. It was very cool walking around in there and I, being the curious type, decided to walk down some back hallways to see what I could find. Yes, I got in trouble more than once as a kid because of my curiosity!

So I walk down a long hall looking in doors, until I find a big open room. Inside there were models of planes that looked unlike anything I've ever seen before. They looked like some kind of rocket ship or space vehicle. They definitely weren't anything we had flying around in those days (the 1950's). I may have been young but I wasn't stupid. This was some cool shit and I was intent on checking it all out. That is until some officer walked in and spotted me. He may have been more surprised than me. He asked me what I was doing there and I told him I was lost. (My favorite answer in those days!).

He led me out of the room and back down the hall to where my father was working. Along the way he informed me that I shouldn't tell anyone what I saw in that room or I would get in a lot of trouble. He scared me pretty bad so I kept my mouth shut for probably the next 20 years before I told my wife that story. So now I'm telling you. To this day I have no idea what those models were. I just remember they looked weird, like some kind of space ship.

Jay, I know that you were only twelve and scared at the time, but when you turned 13 you could have told your wife. :)

Now watch out for those black helicopters, those guys never forget. :eek:

J
 
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Funny little story about Wright-Patterson AFB that I can tell now. We lived in Dayton where my father was a prominent physician, Chief of Staff of two large hospitals. He also gave physicals to the high ranking officers at Wright-Pat from time to time.

One time he took me with him while he was giving physicals. I was maybe 12 years old at the time. It was in a room just off from the museum there. So they allowed me to wander around the museum looking at the planes while he was working. It was very cool walking around in there and I, being the curious type, decided to walk down some back hallways to see what I could find. Yes, I got in trouble more than once as a kid because of my curiosity!

So I walk down a long hall looking in doors, until I find a big open room. Inside there were models of planes that looked unlike anything I've ever seen before. They looked like some kind of rocket ship or space vehicle. They definitely weren't anything we had flying around in those days (the 1950's). I may have been young but I wasn't stupid. This was some cool shit and I was intent on checking it all out. That is until some officer walked in and spotted me. He may have been more surprised than me. He asked me what I was doing there and I told him I was lost. (My favorite answer in those days!).

He led me out of the room and back down the hall to where my father was working. Along the way he informed me that I shouldn't tell anyone what I saw in that room or I would get in a lot of trouble. He scared me pretty bad so I kept my mouth shut for probably the next 20 years before I told my wife that story. So now I'm telling you. To this day I have no idea what those models were. I just remember they looked weird, like some kind of space ship.
No little green people in the cock pit???;):D:scratchhead:

Lol

Kd


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Funny little story about Wright-Patterson AFB that I can tell now. We lived in Dayton where my father was a prominent physician, Chief of Staff of two large hospitals. He also gave physicals to the high ranking officers at Wright-Pat from time to time.

One time he took me with him while he was giving physicals. I was maybe 12 years old at the time. It was in a room just off from the museum there. So they allowed me to wander around the museum looking at the planes while he was working. It was very cool walking around in there and I, being the curious type, decided to walk down some back hallways to see what I could find. Yes, I got in trouble more than once as a kid because of my curiosity!

So I walk down a long hall looking in doors, until I find a big open room. Inside there were models of planes that looked unlike anything I've ever seen before. They looked like some kind of rocket ship or space vehicle. They definitely weren't anything we had flying around in those days (the 1950's). I may have been young but I wasn't stupid. This was some cool shit and I was intent on checking it all out. That is until some officer walked in and spotted me. He may have been more surprised than me. He asked me what I was doing there and I told him I was lost. (My favorite answer in those days!).

He led me out of the room and back down the hall to where my father was working. Along the way he informed me that I shouldn't tell anyone what I saw in that room or I would get in a lot of trouble. He scared me pretty bad so I kept my mouth shut for probably the next 20 years before I told my wife that story. So now I'm telling you. To this day I have no idea what those models were. I just remember they looked weird, like some kind of space ship.

Sounds like you stumbled into Hangar 18! :wink:
 
Has Lou's aliens anally probed page 12? I was halfway through it, and just getting to the juicy parts (not the probing, I hasten to add), when it was abducted.

Story of my life. :(
 
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