The first speaker, Cary Skidmore, is presently serving as a counselor in the Santa Fe Stake Presidency.
I don’t much bother with Wiccapedia, but a spread on this gent fixed my gaze. Seems he humbled a king and getted modern democracy in one crack shot, which is plenty for any hombre to crow about.
I reckon I ain’t heered of him afore now because I was raised to make G. Washington my hero. I kin live with that. It warms the cockrels of my heart that furriners got their heroes as well.
I would be proud to be led by one of these men.
After they heard gunfire outside their meeting room door Wednesday, Members of Parliament snapped close to 15 flagpoles to make sharp weapons.
Some positioned themselves on risers that flanked doors, ready to attack an assailant.
It would be a shame, though, if “Buzz” Aldrin’s application of rough justice compromises the libel suit.
And, on a related note, is anyone else as disturbed as I am over the amazing lack of attention paid to the 45th anniversary of the first Moon landing?
And when he gets to Heaven,
To St. Peter he will tell:
One more Airborne reporting, sir,
I’ve served my time in Hell.
I was looking down at the ground to see where we were headed. It’s pretty much a farm area, so there’s houses, barns, barbed wire fences, all kinds of things you can hit that it’s going to kill you. I had a brief thought about, “Well, this is my fate, oh well.” You know, the primary thing now is to make sure that at least one of us survives, and that one person that needs to survive is the student. And I figured what I would do is swing my body underneath hers, so that way she would land on me. The last three seconds just as we were spinning in, I told her to raise her legs.
Miraculously, the jump trainer survived.