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Framing A Sports Jersey

You’ll also team was placed in the Chicago area and soon came into existence known around town as the cheap jerseys Morgan Athletic Club. The British Lions touring squad will be having a well-balanced squad with players from the Six Nations and Guinness Premiership whom will be captained by Ireland’s Paul O’Connell. The team loaded […]

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091- Motorcycles, lap two

I used to go to spend a lot of time at my cousins, the Bjuir’s (the “j” is silent). They lived on top of Chehalem Mountain a ways up from our farm. They had a lot of acreage with different orchards on the slopes. The house was really big with a pool. Mike and Matt, […]

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090 – Motorcycles, lap one

  Hard to believe I know, but when I was a young boy, I always wanted an off road motorcycle. Some new neighbors, the Hawkins family had moved in across the street. It was exciting for a few reasons. Cindy Hawkins was one of the prettiest girls ever!! She had fine features, sparkle in her […]

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From Jem 100 to Mackys

Dad was a product of the depression generation, driven and determined to get ahead. He bought properties in Tigard, a suburb of Portland. He bought 100 acres along the Nehalem River and up the mountain, from an old homesteader named Ivan Miller. He made a very favorable deal since Ivan didn’t pay for the land. […]

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The Days in 1966

002 – Chicks, Chickens and Chicken Poop

There was one crazy story after another growing up with my parents. That, I wouldn’t ever trade for “all the gold in China.” I very much loved my mom and dad. As crazy as he was, my four brothers and sisters and I had childhoods richer in experiences than anyone I’ve ever met. Dad was a true workaholic. […]

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Greg, his Mom and Dad, and Siblings Dennis, Rod, Laurie and Kim

001 – How NOT to drive a tractor

The Life of a Day I was bouncing up and down like pro cowboy, Chris Ledoux on and off the back of big, black Tornado. The sound of the massive tractor tires moaning out an ominous rhythm ddrrrrm, ddrrrm, ddrrrm. I was trying to get the attention of my father in the one ton ford […]

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