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<tagline mode="escaped" type="text/html">I don't know why I post this stuff as I have found in the past no one wants to read it, But what the heck,I'm do'in it anyway.

I'll be posting some hints &amp; fixes and If you have a question send it in and I will try to answer it. 
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Pearl Harbor on 7 December<br/>
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<span style="font-style:italic;">This little story makes it's rounds every year starting just past Thanksgiving time and it floats about the USA and maybe the world till past Christmas. As far as I know this story is true, I knew the owner, the waitress, and the building that has sense burnt down. It seems the facts of the basic story stay the same, almost word for word, but at the end there may be a paragraph added that tells the reader that they may be hit by lightning if they don't forward it to 222 people in the next 15 minutes.  Read it where you find it - maybe print it for reading next year - It is a great story that I have been reading for years.</span>
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<br/>The Big Wheel<br/>
<br/>In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and<br/>just 75 cents in my pocket.   Their father was gone. The boys ranged<br/>from<br/>three months to seven years; their sister was two.<br/>
<br/>Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.<br/>
<br/>Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they<br/>would scramble to hide under their beds.<br/>
<br/>He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.<br/>
<br/>Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings,<br/>but no food either.<br/>
<br/>If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that<br/>time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until<br/>they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress. Loaded<br/>them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.<br/>
<br/>The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our<br/>small town. No luck.<br/>
<br/>The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I<br/>tried to convince whoever would listen that I was willing to learn or<br/>do anything.<br/>
<br/>I had to have a job.<br/>
<br/>Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of<br/>town was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to<br/>a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel.<br/>
<br/>An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the<br/>window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the<br/>graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65<br/>cents an hour and I could start that night. I raced home and called<br/>the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained<br/>with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could<br/>arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This<br/>seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.<br/>
<br/>That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we<br/>all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big<br/>Wheel.<br/>
<br/>When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent<br/>her home with one dollar of my tip money--fully half of what I<br/>averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a<br/>strain to my meager wage.<br/>
<br/>The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and<br/>began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and<br/>again every morning before I could go home.<br/>
<br/>One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and<br/>found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no<br/>nothing, and just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken<br/>up residence in Indiana? I wondered.<br/>
<br/>I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his<br/>mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it<br/>took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the<br/>tires.<br/>
<br/>I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't<br/>enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys<br/>for<br/>the kids. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting<br/>some<br/>old toys.... Then hid them in the basement so there would be something<br/>for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too.<br/>I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys' pants and soon<br/>they would be too far gone to repair.<br/>
<br/>On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big<br/>Wheel. These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state<br/>trooper named Joe.<br/>
<br/>A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and<br/>were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.. The regulars all just<br/>sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then<br/>left to get home before the sun came up.<br/>
<br/>When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas<br/>morning I hurried to the car. I was hoping the kids wouldn't wake up<br/>before I managed to get home and get the presents from the basement<br/>and place them under the tree. (We had cut down a small cedar tree by<br/>the side of the road down by the dump.) It was still dark and I<br/>couldn't see much, but there appeared to be some dark shadows in the<br/>car-or was that just a trick of the night? Something certainly looked<br/>different, but it was hard to tell what. When I reached the car I<br/>peered warily into one of the side windows. Then my jaw dropped in<br/>amazement. My old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with<br/>boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side<br/>door, crumbled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.<br/>
<br/>Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole<br/>case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box:<br/>It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some<br/>of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of<br/>groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned<br/>vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies,<br/>pie filling and flour.. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and<br/>cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful<br/>little doll.<br/>
<br/>As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the<br/>most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.<br/>And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that<br/>precious morning.<br/>
<br/>Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they<br/>all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....</div>
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<br/>I should have known better, but that is hindsight. I went to buy a HDTV at <a href="http://walmart.com">Wal-Mart</a>. I was looking at a 42 inch plasma but found no information except the price. I wanted to know about the inputs and if it had a tuner built in. I walked over to where two young lady clerks were chatting, one leaning on the cash register. I said "Could you tell me about this plasma TV"? One spoke up and said "We only do cell phones, you will have to ask Pam about it". I said "Where would I find Pam"? The clerk pointed to the back of her. I went looking for Pam and seen a little blond gal. I ask "Are you Pam"? She said "yes I am". I said, "Can you tell me about the 42 inch plasma tv you have on display"? She did smile and replied "There are ten ahead of you". I just said thanks and left the store. NO SALE.<br/>
<br/>I returned home and went looking on the Web for a deal. Lots were found but one store in Ky. had just what I wanted at a fair price. I bought it on line and my Son and Wife went after it in my Son's pick-up truck. I had to spring for the "Captain's meal" for both at <a href="http://www.redlobster.com/homeflash.asp">Red Lobster</a> for their pay, not a bad deal as high as gas is now.<br/>
<br/>I have installed lots of TVs DVDs VCRs Home theater systems, so I'm no rookie at the job. I am still working on getting it all to work togeather. I have a VCR, DVD player, DVD recorder, Satellite TV receiver, Cassette player/recorder, Home theater sound system, and XM satellite radio. I almost have the six function remote programmed to turn it all on and off.<br/>
<br/>What a nightmare - I am going to love it when/if I ever get done.</div>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">This variant of Sober generates e-mails that purport to be from the CIA or FBI. These messages tell the recipient they have been looking at illegal Web sites and should answer some questions in the e-mail's attachment. If the attachment is opened, the computer is infected, and the virus sends copies of itself to any e-mail addresses found on the hard drive. <span style="font-weight:bold;">So delete it and always be suspicious of any attachments.</span>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">If you love photos as much as I do, have a look at this wonderful site.<br/>
<a href="http://www.woophy.com/map/index.php">http://www.woophy.com/map/index.php</a>
<br/>There are photos posted from all over this earth. This will include Versailles, Indiana. Do a search for "versailles indiana" and you will find a few uploaded by myself and hey, I seen a few from Ol' Ralph Stenger too. Join the fun and upload a few yourself.</div>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Did you ever lock your keys in your car ?<br/>If your cell phone is in your purse or on your belt and your spouse has a set of keys with the fob attched, Just give him/her a call and tell them to hold the fob near the microphone of the phone. You then hold your cell phone near your car. Have him push the unlock on the fob and poof, your car unlocks. Try it, it works on our car and I'm sure it will on yours too.</div>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">I like to keep my hints very simple, so if you are a beginner pass this one by. I have found a program that will clone your hard drive to DVD or to a external USB drive. It will also put it into a separate partition on your internal drive but I see no advantage for this. It will let you boot from a rescue CD that loads all the drivers you will need to restore your OS.<br/>Have lots of time before you use this program as it may take 12 or more hours to clone your drive if its large. Did I mention it is $60.00 A cheap investment when the big crash occurs !<br/>
<a href="http://www.acronis.com/homecomputing/products/trueimage/">http://www.acronis.com/homecomputing/products/trueimage/</a>
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<br/>Below taken from their Web Page:  <br/>
<br/>Acronis True Image 8.0<br/>The complete disk imaging, system disk backup, and bare metal restore for workstations and home PCs. Acronis True Image allows to create an exact disk image for complete system backup and disk cloning providing the most comprehensive data protection. The disk backup file contains the exact copy of a hard disk, including all the computer data, operating system, and programs. After a system crash you can restore the entire system or simply replace lost files and folders from your disk backup. Based on the exclusive Acronis Drive Snapshot disk imaging technology, Acronis True Image allows you to create an online system disk backup without reboot to keep the system productive. The product provides the fastest bare metal restore dramatically reducing a downtime and your IT costs.<br/>
<br/>Features<br/>
<br/>    * Create the online disk backup image<br/>    * Restore the entire system and/or individual files and folders<br/>    * Create and restore online disk backup images in Windows without reboot<br/>    * Schedule automated backups<br/>    * Create incremental disk backup images<br/>    * Built-in disk image verification tool<br/>    * Clone and upgrade disk drives<br/>    * View backup logs<br/>    * Automated, wizard-driven operations</div>
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