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Diesel Doctor last won the day on November 18 2019

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    In sight of the Terry Redlin Art Center.
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    "If you are on a continuous search to be offended, you will always find what you are looking for, even when it isn't there."

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  1. Any diesel shop, or tractor scrap yard, in your area should have that banjo bolt. The diesel line banjos were 3/8 fine but I am sure the return lines are smaller. There is no diesel section on the 574 site so can't give you a part #.
  2. The Covidiots are on both sides of the aisle. Some under react, some over react. We just try and stay in the middle and survive. Hang in there boys? Our parents/grandparents went through far worse than this.
  3. $1.26 at Bonesteel, SD. I paid $1.54 in Henry, SD on Monday. To bad we can't really go anywhere?
  4. You can now just call the dealership. They will bring a vehicle of your choosing to your door due to Corona. This system will surely be a better way to steal from the public than before. The finance man don't have to listen to your questions. Take it or leave it? Sorry, I'll pass. Car dealers are trying to surpass Congress in the biggest liar category.
  5. With all the new technology, how can a person set up a free group video chat for our old coffee crew. It has to be very simple as we are old and assume we know nothing. Some computers and some smarter than us phones. Maybe up to a dozen people, max. Need to talk to someone other than the wife? HELP! DD
  6. Gas Buddy just said Tyndall, SD is $1.39. Henry is $1.54 with Watertown still at $1.89. (The Watertown Cartel looks out for itself.) May drive to Henry to fill the 42 gallon Suburban. We need an outing..
  7. They pulled all mine and threw in the plate right away. The gums then healed to the plate and not trying to fit the plate to you. He left the two eye teeth on the bottoms for anchors. I haven't been back to dentist since. I ran into him uptown and he thought I had died or left town. The fit has been great but they are not like your own. Hope yours goes as well as mine has.
  8. Recent new tach and the fuel filters are Roosa Masters, which JD used. Not original. The steps are nice for us old geezers but the cab roof is way to much. Nice looking tractor from pics. Best go look in person.
  9. In South Dakota, they give you a paper dealer plate you can drive on for 45 days. Now that the Courthouse is closed, they are extending the dealer plates. Maybe the vehicle will be wore out by the time they get things up and running? PS: Dealer delivered vehicles sounds like a license to screw people. I am sure there will be new and innovative ways to charge for this service. BUYER BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  10. This is a thing of beauty. Happy cooking with a happier tasting session.
  11. I talked with a man today, an 80+ year old man. I asked him if there was anything I can get him while this Coronavirus scare was gripping America. He simply smiled, looked away and said: "Let me tell you what I need! I need to believe, at some point, this country my generation fought for... I need to believe this nation we handed safely to our children and their children... I need to know this generation will quit being a bunch of sissies...that they respect what they've been given...that they've earned what others sacrificed for." I wasn't sure where the conversation was going or if it was going anywhere at all. So, I sat there, quietly observing. "You know, I was a little boy during WWII. Those were scary days. We didn't know if we were going to be speaking English, German or Japanese at the end of the war. There was no certainty, no guarantees like Americans enjoy today. And no home went without sacrifice or loss. Every house, up and down every street, had someone in harm's way. Maybe their Daddy was a soldier, maybe their son was a sailor, maybe it was an uncle. Sometimes it was the whole damn family...fathers, sons, uncles... Having someone, you love, sent off to war...it wasn't less frightening than it is today. It was scary as ****. If anything, it was more frightening. We didn't have battle front news. We didn't have email or cellphones. You sent them away and you hoped...you prayed. You may not hear from them for months, if ever. Sometimes a mother was getting her son's letters the same day Dad was comforting her over their child's death. And we sacrificed. You couldn't buy things. Everything was rationed. You were only allowed so much milk per month, only so much bread, toilet paper. EVERYTHING was restricted for the war effort. And what you weren't using, what you didn't need, things you threw away, they were saved and sorted for the war effort. My generation was the original recycling movement in America. And we had viruses back then...serious viruses. Things like polio, measles, and such. It was nothing to walk to school and pass a house or two that was quarantined. We didn't shut down our schools. We didn't shut down our cities. We carried on, without masks, without hand sanitizer. And do you know what? We persevered. We overcame. We didn't attack our President, we came together. We rallied around the flag for the war. Thick or thin, we were in it to win. And we would lose more boys in an hour of combat than we lose in entire wars today." He slowly looked away again. Maybe I saw a small tear in the corner of his eye. Then he continued: "Today's kids don't know sacrifice. They think a sacrifice is not having coverage on their phone while they freely drive across the country. Today's kids are selfish and spoiled. In my generation, we looked out for our elders. We helped out with single moms who's husbands were either at war or dead from war. Today's kids rush the store, buying everything they can...no concern for anyone but themselves. It's shameful the way Americans behave these days. None of them deserve the sacrifices their granddads made. So, no I don't need anything. I appreciate your offer but, I know I've been through worse things than this virus. But maybe I should be asking you, what can I do to help you? Do you have enough pop to get through this, enough steak? Will you be able to survive with 113 channels on your tv?" I smiled, fighting back a tear of my own...now humbled by a man in his 80's. All I could do was thank him for the history lesson, leave my number for emergency and leave with my ego firmly tucked in my rear. I talked to a man today. A real man. An American man from an era long gone and forgotten. We will never understand the sacrifices. We will never fully earn their sacrifices. But we should work harder to learn about them..learn from them...to respect them.
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