Like ghosts we wander the halls of this house, going from thread to thread. In our hundreds, our thousands, we seldom post but always read. Thirteen posts on this thread, but 489 views, 62 posts on that one, but 983 views. For months, years, we watch and read. Oh, he has a car like mine, or Ive got that problem too. The little red folders wink at us like neon lights on this great white way... STUMBLE...YOYO...
CRACKED WINDSHIELD, and then that four letter word FREE. Nothing is FREE, a price must be paid for all. We stop and watch the crowds gather, waiting for the inevitable. Should we go in? See what this FREE is? Will it be like PT Barnums CHIEF EGRESS and leave us outside, empty handed and wiser but more cynical? And then the expected, PADLOCKED! The crowds scatter, leaving their refuse behind. A paper clip, a fishing weight, a black box, a white box, they even played a rubber band. Left to our own DEVICES we check out a SWAY BAR for a quick handling fix and continue our wandering...PULLEY... ECU... CAI...HAI... AUTOX. Eyes burning, we sleep and wait for dawn to MOTOR ON. I am Electric Blue.

 

I have shed a tear this day.

 

So very, very touching, MINISQL... :smile:

 

Peter at M7 says his DEVICE is now available. I will send for one.

 

We are the unfulfilled. We are the expectant. We are the searchers. We wander amongst the initiates, we see their joy, share their sorrow. We seek their knowledge and kinship bonds.
Will we too experience the same elation? Will we be worthy? How long must we wait?
And wait... and wait...



Shelly