Hi there. These sound like a beautiful variety of seeds, and I don't believe I've received any seeds from you yet. :) Thanks for the offer. I just put a list out for SASBE on the exchange. Check it out to see if there's anything on it you'd like. Alicia

I swear this is a true story and I'm sorry if it is a little long... Several years ago when I was a young fellow with just starting out I took whatever work I could get. So came a call one day from a temp agency for a full-time position working as a warehouseman for a major grocery chain. It was middle of winter so graveyard shift positions were all that were available. I needed money so I was fully prepared to move heavy boxes & load trucks all night long for that paycheck. I reported to work that night & my boss looked like Willie Nelson with an old Army coat and a beard that reached down to his belly. I introduced myself and then followed him out into the warehouse; which was a pre-WWII building with intermittent yellow light bulbs casting dim light into the cavernous warehouse. It was brutally cold and icicles where hanging from the wooden roof beams. There he (boxcar Willie) introduced me to the rest of my "team". Then, while my mouth dropped open further with the addition of each item,he handed me and he three other guys each a BB Gun, a hand held black light & a battery operated shop vac. The foreman answered my questioning look with a brief speech that Patton himself would have been proud of on doing our duty to our company, to kill every rat or mouse we encountered and clean up any and all droppings. And, let's not forget the Double oh 7 aspect. We were not, under any circumstances to let information on our mission leak to the outside world. Stricly top secret. My teeth started freezing from my mouth continually hanging open. "Willie" then left for his safe warm house and the BB_rat squad, as one of our gunners dubbed us, proceeded to go on patrol. Amazingly, mouse droppings glow under blacklight. In case you are wondering, ours do not - never mind how I found that out. So, we used our little lights to track down our objective. Once we were on the trail of one, we would use the shop-vac to clean up the droppings - leaving behind no evidence we (or they) were ever there. By around 3am and 10-degrees we had encountered only a few mice. The small "fire-fights" were met with little resistance and the enemy fell easily or quickly disappeared under a mountain of boxes. I quickly learned that some of the fellows on my team had done this job before and brought a little bit of extra firepower. So, while I was blasting away with a BB-gun, one fellow pulled out a .357 magnum (with bird shot ammo) and the other fellow had another big gun (can't remember what it was) and started blasting. First off, gunshots are loud and when indoors, they are scary loud. In addition to the sound against my already ice brittle ears, the building shook, which caused the icicles to break and crash around us, which (of course) the two idiots I was working with thought were more mice and rats, which (of course) caused them to shoot some more. So, there we were, four "grown" men blasting away at imaginary mice in the middle of the night, for minimum wage. In the end, our body count was 2-mice, three-cans of coffee, a bag of dog-food, and a case of Honey Nut Cheerios and a bunch of carboard boxes. By 7AM I decided I didn't need to eat that bad. I quit that same morning. Jase

Well daaalinks it is Palm Beach so it could very possibly be real patent leather. I love that bar but haven't been in a while.They managed to enlarge the bar and area without completely losing the grand over the top âÂÂoldâ Palm Beach feel. In the old days (over 29 years ago) the bar area was much smaller, dark and only one long bar in a narrow room with fabulous oil paintings of animals in finery, leopard and print mixes throughout with fringe, stuffed upholstery and lots of grandeur. This is all before the Jupiter Island âÂÂnew moneyâÂÂ. It was mostly all Palm Beach âÂÂoldâ money then. And old money used to sit in the original lounge and get so trashed that it wasnâÂÂt uncommon to see people falling off the stools at the bar. After that there was a sort of secret breakfast establishment after bar hours off location but still on the island where vodka was served in tomato and OJ ordered with breakfast. ItâÂÂs all changed from the ole days but the ChesterfieldâÂÂs leopard lounge is as close as you can get. I say go for the patent chairs!!! This post was edited by jterrilynn on Thu, Apr 4, 13 at 22:44

thanks, lucy, my story was imbedded in another post and several folks said they loved it so I thought I would post it here too. But I will definitely check out the site you noted. I am sure others here must have some stories to tell about their pets though - not just cats, could be dogs, birds, horses, llamas, hamsters, etc. How about it - any more pet stories or even photos ??????