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JennyB wrote:
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That looks like Alcatraz.
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Agreed. It could also be the island of Dr. Moreau.

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JennyB wrote:
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That looks like Alcatraz.
Really cold air and warmish water creates a cool effect.

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New Monologue Series Shares Stories of Abuse at Former St. Joseph's Orphanage

https://www.sevendaysvt.com/vermont/new ... a=AMP+HTML

Many of these stories are the stuff of horror tales.

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revbob wrote:
28 Jan 2022, 10:41am
New Monologue Series Shares Stories of Abuse at Former St. Joseph's Orphanage

https://www.sevendaysvt.com/vermont/new ... a=AMP+HTML

Many of these stories are the stuff of horror tales.
The fork in the road when you're given power over people: how do I use my authority to help people or how do I use my authority to prey upon them. While few go to the depths of monsters at orphanages, residential schools, or the like, it's nevertheless disturbing that so many nevertheless gravitate to the abuse side (e.g., retail managers, teachers).
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Dr. Medulla wrote:
28 Jan 2022, 10:52am
revbob wrote:
28 Jan 2022, 10:41am
New Monologue Series Shares Stories of Abuse at Former St. Joseph's Orphanage

https://www.sevendaysvt.com/vermont/new ... a=AMP+HTML

Many of these stories are the stuff of horror tales.
The fork in the road when you're given power over people: how do I use my authority to help people or how do I use my authority to prey upon them. While few go to the depths of monsters at orphanages, residential schools, or the like, it's nevertheless disturbing that so many nevertheless gravitate to the abuse side (e.g., retail managers, teachers).
Yeah when you can do as you please to another helpless person without ramifications. I like to think more often than not the good side of a person wins out but the evidence mostly seems to point that its a person's evil nature that wins out. And when the evidence comes to light its rarely just a onesie twosie but evil on a large scale. I imagine as a person gets away with it once it emboldens them to continue down that dark path. Kind of similar to how the number of horribly racist people stepped from the shadows once they saw Trump and Co. were saying things maybe they only thought to themselves .

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revbob wrote:
28 Jan 2022, 11:26am
Dr. Medulla wrote:
28 Jan 2022, 10:52am
revbob wrote:
28 Jan 2022, 10:41am
New Monologue Series Shares Stories of Abuse at Former St. Joseph's Orphanage

https://www.sevendaysvt.com/vermont/new ... a=AMP+HTML

Many of these stories are the stuff of horror tales.
The fork in the road when you're given power over people: how do I use my authority to help people or how do I use my authority to prey upon them. While few go to the depths of monsters at orphanages, residential schools, or the like, it's nevertheless disturbing that so many nevertheless gravitate to the abuse side (e.g., retail managers, teachers).
Yeah when you can do as you please to another helpless person without ramifications. I like to think more often than not the good side of a person wins out but the evidence mostly seems to point that its a person's evil nature that wins out. And when the evidence comes to light its rarely just a onesie twosie but evil on a large scale. I imagine as a person gets away with it once it emboldens them to continue down that dark path. Kind of similar to how the number of horribly racist people stepped from the shadows once they saw Trump and Co. were saying things maybe they only thought to themselves .
To me it's the power of institutions and ideology, generating rewards and validation for being a monster. It's less of a coin flip as to what a person will do but whether they actively resist all the inducements to be predatory.
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Went for a walk on the lake today.

I would have kept walking out but my wife was yelling for me to come back.

2nd pic looks like frozen waves.

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revbob wrote:
30 Jan 2022, 10:14pm
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Went for a walk on the lake today.

I would have kept walking out but my wife was yelling for me to come back.

2nd pic looks like frozen waves.
That second photo with the frozen waves reminds me of an incident when I was about 17. I went ice fishing with 3 friends in the late 80s at a park with a small harbor off the Niagara River. I drove – it was my first car, a Chevy Citation. The ice was about 2 feet thick. We weren’t catching shit in the harbor, it was freezing out, and before long my buddy Greg and I wandered onto the ice along the edge of the river while my other 2 friends went back to the car to warm up and smoke some weed. There was nobody else in the park, and the ice at the river’s edge had massive car-sized chunks that had been pushed up by the current before the surface had frozen solid. We started having a snowball fight among these “ice-bergs”. At one point, I peeked up over a massive ice chunk like Chewbacca on the planet Hoth, snowball in hand, and at that instant I got pegged in the face with a “snowball” that Greg had thrown. Only it wasn’t a snowball, it was more like a piece of solid ice that he had just picked up because he was too lazy to make an actual snowball. Down I went. Greg came running over, and when I got up he turned white. I had blood streaming down my face from my right eyebrow. I chased him around on the ice for a few minutes, bleeding from the head, until we got tired out and went back to the car to get the first aid kit.

When we got back to the car, my other 2 friends were shocked, but also had sheepish looks on their faces. They had locked the fucking keys in the car. My friends were pretty much all assholes back then, lol. I was pretty pissed off, covered in blood, and made them hike a mile or two along the deserted parkway to the nearest phone to get someone to open the door, while Greg and I sat outside the car. They came back over an hour later, having somehow managed to get in touch with a locksmith who drove 15 miles to get to us. A couple hours after I had taken the ice chunk to the head, we were finally able to get in the car, but we didn’t have money to pay the locksmith, so I drove out to his place the next day with the cash. Good times. I still have a scar on my right fucking eyebrow from that day. We laughed about it for years, until Greg, who I hadn’t seen for a decade, killed himself with a shotgun 3 years ago while he was living in Kentucky. :scared:
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Kimmelweck wrote:
30 Jan 2022, 11:25pm
revbob wrote:
30 Jan 2022, 10:14pm
20220130_142312.jpg20220130_142345.jpg

Went for a walk on the lake today.

I would have kept walking out but my wife was yelling for me to come back.

2nd pic looks like frozen waves.
That second photo with the frozen waves reminds me of an incident when I was about 17. I went ice fishing with 3 friends in the late 80s at a park with a small harbor off the Niagara River. I drove – it was my first car, a Chevy Citation. The ice was about 2 feet thick. We weren’t catching shit in the harbor, it was freezing out, and before long my buddy Greg and I wandered onto the ice along the edge of the river while my other 2 friends went back to the car to warm up and smoke some weed. There was nobody else in the park, and the ice at the river’s edge had massive car-sized chunks that had been pushed up by the current before the surface had frozen solid. We started having a snowball fight among these “ice-bergs”. At one point, I peeked up over a massive ice chunk like Chewbacca on the planet Hoth, snowball in hand, and at that instant I got pegged in the face with a “snowball” that Greg had thrown. Only it wasn’t a snowball, it was more like a piece of solid ice that he had just picked up because he was too lazy to make an actual snowball. Down I went. Greg came running over, and when I got up he turned white. I had blood streaming down my face from my right eyebrow. I chased him around on the ice for a few minutes, bleeding from the head, until we got tired out and went back to the car to get the first aid kit.

When we got back to the car, my other 2 friends were shocked, but also had sheepish looks on their faces. They had locked the fucking keys in the car. My friends were pretty much all assholes back then, lol. I was pretty pissed off, covered in blood, and made them hike a mile or two along the deserted parkway to the nearest phone to get someone to open the door, while Greg and I sat outside the car. They came back over an hour later, having somehow managed to get in touch with a locksmith who drove 15 miles to get to us. A couple hours after I had taken the ice chunk to the head, we were finally able to get in the car, but we didn’t have money to pay the locksmith, so I drove out to his place the next day with the cash. Good times. I still have a scar on my right fucking eyebrow from that day. We laughed about it for years, until Greg, who I hadn’t seen for a decade, killed himself with a shotgun 3 years ago while he was living in Kentucky. :scared:
Damn that's a rough one. Ive been to Kentucky and unless I was in a major city I would probably kill myself too.

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30 Jan 2022, 11:38pm
Damn that's a rough one. Ive been to Kentucky and unless I was in a major city I would probably kill myself too.
Greg was a good friend when we were younger but we had drifted apart by the mid-90s (he joined the Marines shortly after the first Gulf War), and I only saw him occasionally after that. I prefer to remember him for the good times, like when he hit me in the head with an ice chunk.
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Kimmelweck wrote:
30 Jan 2022, 11:25pm
revbob wrote:
30 Jan 2022, 10:14pm
20220130_142312.jpg20220130_142345.jpg

Went for a walk on the lake today.

I would have kept walking out but my wife was yelling for me to come back.

2nd pic looks like frozen waves.
That second photo with the frozen waves reminds me of an incident when I was about 17. I went ice fishing with 3 friends in the late 80s at a park with a small harbor off the Niagara River. I drove – it was my first car, a Chevy Citation. The ice was about 2 feet thick. We weren’t catching shit in the harbor, it was freezing out, and before long my buddy Greg and I wandered onto the ice along the edge of the river while my other 2 friends went back to the car to warm up and smoke some weed. There was nobody else in the park, and the ice at the river’s edge had massive car-sized chunks that had been pushed up by the current before the surface had frozen solid. We started having a snowball fight among these “ice-bergs”. At one point, I peeked up over a massive ice chunk like Chewbacca on the planet Hoth, snowball in hand, and at that instant I got pegged in the face with a “snowball” that Greg had thrown. Only it wasn’t a snowball, it was more like a piece of solid ice that he had just picked up because he was too lazy to make an actual snowball. Down I went. Greg came running over, and when I got up he turned white. I had blood streaming down my face from my right eyebrow. I chased him around on the ice for a few minutes, bleeding from the head, until we got tired out and went back to the car to get the first aid kit.

When we got back to the car, my other 2 friends were shocked, but also had sheepish looks on their faces. They had locked the fucking keys in the car. My friends were pretty much all assholes back then, lol. I was pretty pissed off, covered in blood, and made them hike a mile or two along the deserted parkway to the nearest phone to get someone to open the door, while Greg and I sat outside the car. They came back over an hour later, having somehow managed to get in touch with a locksmith who drove 15 miles to get to us. A couple hours after I had taken the ice chunk to the head, we were finally able to get in the car, but we didn’t have money to pay the locksmith, so I drove out to his place the next day with the cash. Good times. I still have a scar on my right fucking eyebrow from that day. We laughed about it for years, until Greg, who I hadn’t seen for a decade, killed himself with a shotgun 3 years ago while he was living in Kentucky. :scared:
That, uh, was a good Stand By Me kind of tale until the end. :twitch:
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Kimmelweck wrote:
30 Jan 2022, 11:25pm
revbob wrote:
30 Jan 2022, 10:14pm
20220130_142312.jpg20220130_142345.jpg

Went for a walk on the lake today.

I would have kept walking out but my wife was yelling for me to come back.

2nd pic looks like frozen waves.
That second photo with the frozen waves reminds me of an incident when I was about 17. I went ice fishing with 3 friends in the late 80s at a park with a small harbor off the Niagara River. I drove – it was my first car, a Chevy Citation. The ice was about 2 feet thick. We weren’t catching shit in the harbor, it was freezing out, and before long my buddy Greg and I wandered onto the ice along the edge of the river while my other 2 friends went back to the car to warm up and smoke some weed. There was nobody else in the park, and the ice at the river’s edge had massive car-sized chunks that had been pushed up by the current before the surface had frozen solid. We started having a snowball fight among these “ice-bergs”. At one point, I peeked up over a massive ice chunk like Chewbacca on the planet Hoth, snowball in hand, and at that instant I got pegged in the face with a “snowball” that Greg had thrown. Only it wasn’t a snowball, it was more like a piece of solid ice that he had just picked up because he was too lazy to make an actual snowball. Down I went. Greg came running over, and when I got up he turned white. I had blood streaming down my face from my right eyebrow. I chased him around on the ice for a few minutes, bleeding from the head, until we got tired out and went back to the car to get the first aid kit.

When we got back to the car, my other 2 friends were shocked, but also had sheepish looks on their faces. They had locked the fucking keys in the car. My friends were pretty much all assholes back then, lol. I was pretty pissed off, covered in blood, and made them hike a mile or two along the deserted parkway to the nearest phone to get someone to open the door, while Greg and I sat outside the car. They came back over an hour later, having somehow managed to get in touch with a locksmith who drove 15 miles to get to us. A couple hours after I had taken the ice chunk to the head, we were finally able to get in the car, but we didn’t have money to pay the locksmith, so I drove out to his place the next day with the cash. Good times. I still have a scar on my right fucking eyebrow from that day. We laughed about it for years, until Greg, who I hadn’t seen for a decade, killed himself with a shotgun 3 years ago while he was living in Kentucky. :scared:
Great story, I can only imagine the looks on the faces of your buddies who were stoned and locked the keys in the car. :lol:

Sad about your friend Greg.
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Sparky wrote:
31 Jan 2022, 9:54am
Great story, I can only imagine the looks on the faces of your buddies who were stoned and locked the keys in the car. :lol:

Sad about your friend Greg.
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31 Jan 2022, 8:17am
That, uh, was a good Stand By Me kind of tale until the end. :twitch:
Great, now I’m re-reading it in Richard Dreyfuss’s voice. It’s actually the ending that makes it most like Stand By Me, except the Chris Chambers character didn’t become a lawyer and get stabbed trying to break up a fight - he knocked me out of my Keds with an ice chunk, then moved to Kentucky and killed himself. Teddy and Vern were definitely the idiots who locked us out of the car though, which makes me Gordie, I guess. “I never had friends later on like the ones I had when I was 17. Thankfully.” The end.
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Kimmelweck wrote:
31 Jan 2022, 12:43pm
Sparky wrote:
31 Jan 2022, 9:54am
Great story, I can only imagine the looks on the faces of your buddies who were stoned and locked the keys in the car. :lol:

Sad about your friend Greg.
Dr. Medulla wrote:
31 Jan 2022, 8:17am
That, uh, was a good Stand By Me kind of tale until the end. :twitch:
Great, now I’m re-reading it in Richard Dreyfuss’s voice. It’s actually the ending that makes it most like Stand By Me, except the Chris Chambers character didn’t become a lawyer and get stabbed trying to break up a fight - he knocked me out of my Keds with an ice chunk, then moved to Kentucky and killed himself. Teddy and Vern were definitely the idiots who locked us out of the car though, which makes me Gordie, I guess. “I never had friends later on like the ones I had when I was 17. Thankfully.” The end.
Tell us the one about Lard-Ass Hogan!
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