Easter my son.

as always----love from the LMA------Mikey.

LMA Febuary

This is Wednesday morning, (my Monday),
coming off Columbia Pass.
The lights, right center, below the sunrise is Jean, NV. about 12 miles away.

Last night I was so antsy; nervous; jonesing; what ever.

I decided to work it off by burning a few weeds.
Idle hands and all that you know.

So in between fires just had to check out the sunset.

Really earning my beer tonight,
Lot of weeds gone.

Suns dropped off behind three trees.

Guess I need a shower and go to bed, have to work tomorrow.
Idle hands and all that you know.



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As always------------Love from the LMA-------------Mikey.

Happy Valentines Day

Love from the LMA------Mikey.

LMA-Feburary-2012

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Just another day.

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I call this

From the ouside looking in.


As always---love from the LMA---Mikey.

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Why Grandpa?

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Here's Easter!
Just another day on the LMA!

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Poor old boy, barely getting by!
Sorry Easter, you'll just have to tough it out.

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So oneday I was talking to Grandpa.
Grandpa I don't understand something.
What's that Mike?
Grandpa evrybody in my family plays golf; bowls; are good mechanics; know everything I don't know.
Why is it that I love the horses when no one else seems to?
Grandpa- "Well Mike that is probably my fault".
Hows that Grandpa?
Well Mike, back in the day I used to be a pickup man. After the days work we would circle the cars with our lights on as it got dark.
the boys would gamble their days earnings on various sports. Bullwhip compititions; boxing, spitting; BS ing; telling various and assorted lies. You understand don't you?
Sort of Grandpa, but where does that answer the question about me, and why am I the horseman?
Well Mike, you probably got that from me.
You see back at that time they had wild horses, when we circled the trucks the boys had to ride the horses to a stand still. Many times the horses would stop bucking then take off running.
In those days the pickup man's job was to help the buckeroo bring the horse back.
You were not expected to bring the buckeroo back, if he was still mounted, good for him.
Yes Grandpa, now I understand! Thanks.

No Photos Tonight

A conversation came to me today.

. A conversation from years ago from my brother, Russ.
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He told me that he wished we were born from a higher social form.
. I said nothing.

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In my heart; I was raging!
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How could a Brother of mine not know how noble the people who got us here are?

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Poor; in money? yes. Poor in intellect? No. Poor in devotion? No. Poor in family values? No. Poor in survive ability? No!

.I would say to the generations to come: You have been given the best chance on earth to go for your own! Take it.

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Dust Bowlers!

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Back in the day! My father was born in a barn while Grandpa George was filling an obligation to harvest a Kansas farmers wheat.
Any family members who remember our history are welcome to respond, but, as it has been related to me, here it is.

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Grandpa George finished the harvest then loaded up the family to make the move too Idaho. He had a wagon and a mule.
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The Mule got tired and stopped; George said " that's once mule", then cracked him on the ass, he started moving again. Later the mule stopped again, George said we need to get to the railroad station to make our move to Idaho! He cracked the mule on the ass, "That's twice Mule" and they were moving on.

. As at has been related to me; here again; please correct me if I'm wrong.

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The mule stopped again before the family got to the railroad station. George shot the mule.

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Grandma says "why did you shoot our mule? "
George says "that's Once"

Tough Times; Tough People; Tough Love; Tough answers. They did what it took!

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I'm sorry you felt that way Russ; you were wrong!----m.

As Always-----Love from the LMA-----Mikey.

End of Jan. 2012

Last Night

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This Morning

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As always-------Love from the LMA-------Mikey.

PS---Happy Birthday Larry A.----m. I Know, just didn't post in time.
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