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I ran into a group of Galloping Goose a couple of years back. They were north of 60 and looked like Keith Richards' Grandpa on a bad day.

43 posted on 04/03/2006 2:56:19 PM PDT by Hi Heels (Don't you wish there were a knob on the computer to turn up the intelligence?)

You seem to know more than the average bear,as the saying goes.They hung out for quite a while until they decided we were 'worthy',and then made an offer we couldn't refuse.I was not like a lot of the other guys.I would have thought nothing of blowing their asses to bits if they needed it.And knowing myself,I wouldn't stop till everyone and everything stopped moving.Sad to say,I learned who the wimps were in our club.Some were the so called,self anointed tough guys.I lived with some real tough men in the service,and a lot of them would eat these guys for breakfast.I saw way more than I needed to with the HA.Not my cup of tea.