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	<title>Comments on: A Manifesto</title>
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		<title>By: RayWhidden</title>
		<link>http://www.nebraskaroads.com/blog/2004/10/13/a-manifesto/#comment-17</link>
		<dc:creator>RayWhidden</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2005 21:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Jesse,

Well, can't say as I've ever felt that "down" keeping myself too busy, I guess, to even stop and think about it that much.  I graduated from NAIT (Northern Alberta Institute of Technology in Edmonton, Alberta) in 1967, went to work in Toronto, Ontario and stayed over 30 years, travelled a lot (Toronto to New York City to Ft. Lauderdale, FL via Cape Kennedy) and Toronto to Edmonton to Vancouver then San Francisco to Los Angeles, San Diego, Tijuana, back to LA and then Las Vegas and then home where we ran out of of gas in a snowstorm in Utah.  

A few years later, when I was 28, I joined a bowling league where some fellow Honeywellers (we worked in the Information Systems division so known as HIS) also bowled and was "setup" by another bowler and his wife who was a driving instructor and was teaching two new students, a young lady and her brother.  She became my wife, now ex-wife and we were married 21 years and had two kids.  Needless to say, the last thing on my mind then, besides the girlfriend of another bowler, was looking for the love of my life.  Isn't life strange.

A Canadian cousin, Ray Whidden</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Jesse,</p>
<p>Well, can&#8217;t say as I&#8217;ve ever felt that &#8220;down&#8221; keeping myself too busy, I guess, to even stop and think about it that much.  I graduated from NAIT (Northern Alberta Institute of Technology in Edmonton, Alberta) in 1967, went to work in Toronto, Ontario and stayed over 30 years, travelled a lot (Toronto to New York City to Ft. Lauderdale, FL via Cape Kennedy) and Toronto to Edmonton to Vancouver then San Francisco to Los Angeles, San Diego, Tijuana, back to LA and then Las Vegas and then home where we ran out of of gas in a snowstorm in Utah.  </p>
<p>A few years later, when I was 28, I joined a bowling league where some fellow Honeywellers (we worked in the Information Systems division so known as HIS) also bowled and was &#8220;setup&#8221; by another bowler and his wife who was a driving instructor and was teaching two new students, a young lady and her brother.  She became my wife, now ex-wife and we were married 21 years and had two kids.  Needless to say, the last thing on my mind then, besides the girlfriend of another bowler, was looking for the love of my life.  Isn&#8217;t life strange.</p>
<p>A Canadian cousin, Ray Whidden</p>
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		<title>By: stolee</title>
		<link>http://www.nebraskaroads.com/blog/2004/10/13/a-manifesto/#comment-16</link>
		<dc:creator>stolee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2004 21:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i have feelings just like that all the time, too.  don't get down about questioning yourself.  i'd be more worried if you didn't.

and &lt;I&gt;i'd&lt;/I&gt; date you, but you lack a vagina.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i have feelings just like that all the time, too.  don&#8217;t get down about questioning yourself.  i&#8217;d be more worried if you didn&#8217;t.</p>
<p>and <i>i&#8217;d</i> date you, but you lack a vagina.</p>
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