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Idea for Ford Transit Connect Van:

Why not take a Ford Transit Connect van: (1) 'cut off' the top, back half  of the camper part (2) sell the top, back half of the 'cut off' panels of the van as a cap;

Then, a Ford Transit Connect van would be made both like a pick up truck and a van with panelled truck caps to sell 'willy nilly' for another Ford made truck.

TO: -J.P.– ; FROM: -J.B.- :

I do not fault City Parking Department(s) for 'one minute' anywhere.

I lived in Atlanta, GA with my first truck; then I took the first truck I 'used like my own' to San Fran., where I lived for a year and one half... parking.

Then, it was small towns for awhile intermixed with one or two trips to NYC, Chicago and L|A where I had family members living at the time.

After small towns: it was the City of Seattle for me for one year.

(I am not sure and you might have to check my Seattle record|plate that I put on the 'same truck' I used in San Fran/Atlanta/etc. at the time I was living in Seattle, but I don't think that I received |(1)|one parking ticket| while I was living in Seattle for one year between May 29, 1996 - June | July 1997).

I lived out of a Red Toyo 2-Wheel Drive Truck with Cap for the better part of three years in and around: San Fran. and CA; WA; and, once near Lincoln, Oregon, sleeping in it 'criss-crossing' the USA seven times total.

I retired the 'same truck' that I first used in Atlanta, GA and with which I 'criss-crossed' the USA (w/|1|2| trips to windsurf in Canada) driving it to its 'last-destination(s):' namely the West End in PTLD, ME.  (It had +/-141,000 mi. on it when somebody took it).

FYI:
I feel that there are some things some people(s) need to work towards for themselves.  So, thank you and thank the Parking Dept. for me in PTLD, ME for being 'minute men.'  (Without City Parking Dept.(s): 'all hell will break loose.')

(I will be in the Treasury Dept. Office sometime this next week to pay a $10.00 fine on a parking ticket that I received by the Portland Parking Department in 2007: according to both the reps. with whom I spoke over the phone in the Treasury Dept. and in the Parking Office @ 2:30PM EST on Friday, February 3, 2012; and, 'both reps.' with whom I spoke seemed unsure as to the environs/infraction(s)\reasonings given for the 2007 ticket(s) that both reps. @ City Hall said over the phone to me (upon my dialing City Hall) -a ticket that I received in 2007?- when I asked them: "where was the truck parked for the 2007 ticket and what was the offense?").

"Taught Me:"

Zeke Zuckerburr doesn't know how to use computers.

E.G. I can't even copy and paste my original 'unicode script' written in plain English (with grammar) to a "note" pad on FaceBlock without hassles of having to undo what the 'paste' does to the pasted 'plain text script' on the FB "note" pad.

At least with Google+ (where I have recently created a profile): I am learning some "nifty tricks" about computers rather than 'having my intelligence insulted' with "crafty tricks" on computers.

(Eight years as a "Scanner Operator" at a University "somewhere over the rainbow" (38 co-workers out of 40 people with whom I worked regularly/daily at that job were women).

71 - 73

Before the tenants on the 2nd floor make anything up about my interaction involving opening the front door for their two girlfriends this morning at about 10:30 or 11am on Sunday; February 5, 2012: 


(1) Two girls knocked on the downstairs outside door @ 71 


(2) I was upstairs and heard the knock 


(3) I went down to the front door from the 3rd floor apartment because I thought that it might be Robert  


(4) At the front door were two girls knocking for the tenants on the 2nd floor 


(5) I saw them through the glass in the front door before opening the front door 


(6) I opened the front door for them and went up the stairs towards the 3rd floor apartment door   


(7) The two girls followed up the front steps to the 2nd floor apartment door and knocked 


(8) I was unlocking the 3rd floor apartment door with a key to it while they were knocking 


(9) I said to the two girls knocking on the 2nd floor apartment door behind me (without my turning around) two words, which were: "good morning"  


(10) One of the two girls at the 2nd floor apartment door knocking said one word to me in return to the two words that I uttered to them while I unlocked the 3rd floor apartment door @ 71, which was the word: "sorry"  


(11) By that point in time: I had unlocked the 3rd floor apartment door and started to close the 3rd floor apartment door behind me and head upstairs to the 3rd floor apartment 


(12) As a rule of mine since day one of the current two tenants' move to the 2nd floor apartment @ 71: I avoid and don't go through the 71 front hall or front door unless I have NOT, NOT, NOT heard anyone downstairs on the 2nd floor either about to approach the 2nd floor apartment door or the front door to 71 to enter or exit via the front hall @ 71


(13) Instead of running the risk of running into any tenants (or tenant visitor(s) at 71 or 73 (other than my dog and (2) cats): I wait for at least ten minutes of 'overheard silence' from inside the 3rd floor apartment and ten minutes of a 'projected silence estimate' (20 minutes leeway, altogether) to go by before I venture through any tentant(s)' arteries (outside or inside) at 71 - 73. 

Mr. DeGuay (sp?) @ the Buckley School, NYC:

I remember something about when I was in the 7th or 8th grade at the Buckley School, NYC. It was during one of Mr. DeGuay's (sp?) classes.

I think that a classmate at the time by the initials of D.W. organized "a class walkout" during one of Mr. DeGuay's French classes.

I remember that there were only (2) students left in the classroom after about 15-20 of Mr. De Guay's students during that French class walked out of the room with a bewildered-looking Mr. DeGuay left teaching the two of us left in the classroom.

(The other student who remained in the room with Mr. DeGuay and me may have been Damian Vargas or Abelardo Fernandez, but I can't quite remember at this moment because one of those named students left the Buckley School before entering the 7th or 8th grade at the Buckley School).

Not that I am any kind of "saint" because I also remember that for one of Mr. DeGuay's classes: I arranged it with classmates to sing the nursery rhyme, "Frère Jacques."

Subsequently: one morning across the street from 275 W. 96 St. on the way to school for the day catching the city bus at 07:30, Mr. DeGuay caught the bus at the same bus stop as me and sat next to me on the bus.

Mr. DeGuay said to me on that bus: "I had a brother whose name was 'Jacques' and he is deceased now."

With that comment: I NEVER made fun of Mr. DeGuay again.