Wolverine,
http://fauxtoys.com/pages/100-train.html
Some already wallpaper their trains
Hi Dave, & thanks for the asphalt road building tips! I think it looks like just the ticket. Thanks again, John
This DHMO stuff is bad news. I found some of it in my own home. The previous tennants had not told me about it when they sold the house. I was P.O.'d. I was wet with sweat when i discovered this stuff. After all, I had all of my liquidity tied up in this house, and to find out that I literally had DHMO flowing through my house was enough to drench me in fear. When some spilled on the floor, I tried to mop it up, but it just got all over the floor tiles and smeared all over the place. Eventually, it evaporated, but that was terrible because then I knew the wife and kids were going to be breathing in that vapor. It was one of those “save them” or “save yourself” situations. Heck, they never liked my trains anyway. I kind of miss them around this time of year though. They’d always get me something neat for the train layout for Father’s Day. Oh well, as they say, “Stay Dry, Stay Safe”
Well, that wont last long. The very first sentence says that the stuff has a “hard, high-gloss surface .”
Bob
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the
unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world
to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the
unreasonable man."
Note to dan18425,
Very nicely put. Sorry about your family, but you were called upon to make a watershed decision and by gum you did it. No shallow thinking on your part.
If the enthusiam for the DHMO phenomenon has been a bit damp, just remember: you can lead a horse…
I doubt that I can absorb any more of this, so I shall sail on the next tide.
wolverine49
Don’t forget. There is a current bill being passed around to ban kitchen (sharp) knives as unsafe , and there was a bill a couple years back to require 5 gallon buckets to be made with holes in them because babies have fallen over in a 5 gallon bucket full of water and drowned.
Well it’s about time.
When I was in the 2nd grade (1945) I cut my thumb, with a butcher knife, trying to make a bow out of a dead tree limb. Just think if Big Brother had been watching out for me then, my parents, the tree owner and the knife manufacturer would still be in jail.
Bob
If stupidity got me into that mess, then why can’t it get me back out?