How does one communicate with Richard Smith of Port Orford? I have had no response to email via his profile and email on his web site fails.
Bill Gebhardt
Chances are good he will respond here in a day or two.
Bill Gebhardt said:I sent you an email through your profile here. Please let me know if you do or don't receive the message.
How does one communicate with Richard Smith of Port Orford? I have had no response to email via his profile and email on his web site fails. Bill Gebhardt
How do WE know that you’re the REAL Richard Smith? You could be an impostor just trying to get some emails to read.
Bruce Chandler said:
How do WE know that you're the REAL Richard Smith? You could be an impostor just trying to get some emails to read.
Well now, be kind to a lonely ol’ recluse sitting on the curb with his empty laptop and a “beverage” in a plain, brown paper bag.
I remain unconvinced of the truth of your alleged identity, IOW - I think you are a fraud, Sir. ig reminded me that REAL Richard Smith has an avatar with windows that light up.
Your faux Smith avatar remains stubbornly devoid of fenestral illumination, indeed, it is noticeably deficient in that respect. Further reinforcing this clear lack of autho-legitimacy, I would add that the entertainment value of the REAL Richard Smith’s captivatingly animated avatar cannot be over-emphasised. ig and I have often sat up nights, in the gloon, watching entranced as they all come on in sequence. In like manner do true Port Orfordians sit out evenings on where the sidewalk would be in a more affluent neighbourhood and watch the stop light on the 101. Indeed, we have all attended stop-light parties in the hope of seeing the unwary visitor from ‘that state down there of which we do not speak’ get caught out by the operation.
In vain, I might add. Still, dum vivo, spero, as Pliny would have said, had HE lived in Port Orford.
More to the point, everybody who has ever bin there knows that Port Orford does not have any curbs.
tac
www.ovgrs.org
‘Port Orford - famed home of straight cedar dowling for arrow shafts since 1883.’
and
‘Port Orford - famed location of the world’s longest duration ‘green on’ stop sign - proudly allowing the unhindered drive-through passage of one and all since 1976.’
I know it didn’t when I was there 20 years ago. Of course we didn’t have signals, a McDonald’s, Burger King, etc. etc.
But the Locative take precedence… Romani ite domum…
Well if I’m not really there, where the heck am I? And if I’m not really me, who am I? Gad! The joys of being a senior citizen and seeing senior moments turning into senior all-the-times… Where’s my Muscatel?
You know? you’re right! There’s no curb here to sit on. Ouch!!!
Richard Smith said:
Well if I'm not really there, where the heck am I? And if I'm not really me, who am I? Gad! The joys of being a senior citizen and seeing senior moments turning into senior all-the-times.......... Where's my Muscatel?You know? you’re right! There’s no curb here to sit on. Ouch!!!
And I always thought that the following was a joke! Now I know…it’s you!
It was a typically busy, crowded, chaotic Friday before a holiday at the Port Orford Airport. Travelers, friends, relatives, airport personnel, pilots, flight attendants, the handicapped and infirm being transported through the throngs of shoulder to shoulder people.
At one of the packed, ticket counters all of the ticket agents were doing their best to politely process each passenger as quickly as they could.
A man toward the end of the snaking line of passengers was obviously impatient and very frustrated at having to wait so long in the slow moving line. He finally decided to march right up to the counter pulling his wheeled suitcase and demanded that he be given his boarding pass.
The ticket agent turned, looked at him, blinked, took a shallow, deep breath and said, “Sir, as you can see there are many passengers ahead of you. We are doing our best to process the passengers as fast as we can. I’m afraid you’ll have to get back in line”.
Outraged and red in the face, the man yelled at the ticket agent saying, “Do you know who I am ???!!!.”
The ticket agent turned, looked at him, blinked, took another shallow, deep breath, picked up the public address system microphone and said calmly, “There is a man at the Delta ticket counter who does not know who he is. Anyone who may be able to identify this man is asked to please step forward and identify him. Thank you”.
(http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh58/rgseng/Oregon%202006/portorf04.jpg)
If you don’t look like this fellow, you are definitely not him. And anyone who would claim to look like a person that looks like this is certainly not him.
A sad day when you can bribe a man’s only vulture with chocolate chip cookies, in order for him to commit perjury.
Fie, sir, and La!
Having said that, I’be more inclined to the opinion that anybody who would wear ig’s hand-me-down shirts is far more likely to be Mr Smith than the smarmy-looking critter on the right, who was, in fact, an Englishman - Archie Gleep, or some such name.
tac
www.ovgrs.org
I wanna know if the two hooked up?
The real Richard Smith and Bill Gebhardt.
John Bouck said:Yup, we connected. My wife and I are heading for the northwest for a couple of weeks and I wanted to see Richard’s layout.
I wanna know if the two hooked up? The real Richard Smith and Bill Gebhardt.
Now you’re in for a treat!
We went there last year. http://www.jbrr.com/html/port_orford.html
Very delightful.
Make sure you get the real one.
Hehe! You guys are very cruel…
Bill Gebhardt said:Bill was going to drop by later this month. I dunno now since my "friends" posted my picture (you guess which photo's really me). ;)John Bouck said:Yup, we connected. My wife and I are heading for the northwest for a couple of weeks and I wanted to see Richard’s layout.
I wanna know if the two hooked up? The real Richard Smith and Bill Gebhardt.
