Charlie

Glad to know you are still above ground.

That one was scarier when I was on the beach than on the plane.

I used to the think that Kai Tak was the most unnerving airport to fly into, until I flew into Juneau.

Happens to me all the time.

No, but I assume I will be once the researchers start to mine them. I am sure the scholars will be clamoring for access to this site when my biography is written.

Well, all new guys are a gamble, so the venue is metaphorically appropriate.

Although souls are immaterial, there would obviously be trillions of them wandering around in the afterlife, so finding the one you want to connect with would probably be pretty difficult, unless each one has its own ID number in an accessible data base. I tend to think of it like moving around in a dark back room of a sex club in which I would occasionally run into someone I used to know, and we could have a conversation about what happened to us in our life/afterlife since the last time we met. That's all I really want to find in the afterlife, if there is one.

I have made arrangements with my alma mater to receive and archive all my personal papers when I die, rather than leave them to any individual. They were happy to do it, since I also left them a financial bequest.

I suppose they are both blindfolded so they can fantasize that they are actually having sex with someone different (you know: some hot young stud).

I am very sorry to hear what you are dealing with. Unfortunately, all I have to offer is sympathy.

I handled all of my mother's financial affairs from the time she came to live with me at 89, because by then she was legally blind, and I continued to handle them after she was in the nursing home, where she died at 102, so I didn't have the same concerns you have about her competence. However, after she died I did inherit all her personal papers and possessions, because I was an only child. I went through all of them mainly because I didn't want to discard anything without knowing what it was. I found a trove of old photos, including one I had never seen of me with my first partner, and funeral cards, my baby record books, hand-written genealogies made by relations, etc., which gave me information I would never have otherwise known.

Trabants were also popular with young DDR-sympathizers in western Europe. I had an affair with a young Dutchman who had a Trabant, and the worst thing about riding in it was the exhaust smell inside. We drove once from Amsterdam to Groningen, and I was almost sick by the time we arrived.

This thread immediately reminded me of the classic thread on this site many years ago by FinFangFoom about trying to clean the cum stains from his sofa.

Duh! You mean that suspicious dark outline?

Wouk has lived very quietly in PS for decades, because PS is a place where it is easy for an elderly man to go unnoticed.

I had an R10 and two R12s. The 10 was a wonderful little vehicle (it cost $1750 new), but the 12s were problematic. I was stuck for three days in rural Ohio one time, waiting for the arrival of a necessary part for repairs to the first one, and the entire manual floor shift in the other one came out in my hand while driving on a highway one afternoon.

If I remember correctly, one of the last AMC models was a re-badged Renault. (I owned three Renaults between 1969 and 1975.)

He was reviewed on Daddy's twice within the last month, but I don't know if either reviewer is a regular poster here.

When it was new, I actually considered buying the Gremlin with the denim seats.

Umm....how does one verify that they did or did not douche before their activities? Self-reporting?

He describes himself as having a "hairy muscular body," yet in the About Me list under "body hair" he says "none" (?)

Maybe you are not old enough yet. I always read the obituaries, because I find them fascinating human interest stories. I also find them useful when trying to trace friends and acquaintances with whom I have lost touch as I have moved around over the years. My condolences, Unicorn, on the loss of your mother. My mother died in a city in which she had lived for several years, but where she knew hardly anyone outside the retirement home in which she lived, so instead of posting an obituary there, I did it in papers in two other places where she had lived for years, where I wouldn't have known all those I should notify. I think it is important to personally notify family members and old friends who might be hurt at having to learn the news from an obit, but most of us have other people in our lives that you may not be aware of. As other writers have mentioned here, it also brings a kind of closure to memorialize a loved one in print. The only info that I would not include in the obit is specific details about funeral and burial places and times, because it reveals when homes might be left empty; if someone needs to know that info, they can contact you or the funeral home. Anyone with nefarious designs who wants to know ages, birthdates, addresses, etc., can find them easily enough online nowadays. It is also not necessary to reveal the cause of death if you are uncomfortable about it.

A friend of mine was her p.a. at one time, and has continued to drive up to Carmel almost every month just to visit her. She was apparently a wonderful person to work for.

I loved my trips to India, but your concern is legitimate. At times I felt very uncomfortable in the crowds, and it was the only time in my life that I have been pawed by begging lepers.

If you are hiring two guys who advertise as a couple, they probably have one rate. If you are trying to set something up with two individuals, it would depend on the situation, e.g., do you want them to focus exclusively on you, or to also have sex with one another? If one of them cums halfway through the appointment and then drops out, would you feel shortchanged? Etc. It is best to discuss what you expect beforehand so there are no misconceptions on either side.