Wildeyed
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And I'd like to see a photo of this 8 inch ladder!I'd love to see a photo of which bolt you're referring to.

And I'd like to see a photo of this 8 inch ladder!I'd love to see a photo of which bolt you're referring to.
Ha Ha, that would be my old keyboard and sticky shift keyAnd I'd like to see a photo of this 8 inch ladder!![]()
Here is a picture of the 12 mm bolt:I'd love to see a photo of which bolt you're referring to.
That's a wireless phone charger in my car. I bet yours tastes better.OK, so this is kind of silly, but it falls in to the "things I love" category.
My wife and I went out for fried clams today. We drove to the beach to eat them, and discovered that the clam shack had piled the boxes to overflowing, so clams and fries were going everywhere. To my delight, I discovered that the boxes were a perfect fit in the compartment by the HVAC controls. And I don't mean that they kind of fit, they fit like the compartment was designed for these boxes. All my future cars must now pass the clam box test!
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Oh, that brings back memories. I lived in Point of Pines, Revere for a year as a graduate student around 1968, and used to drive down to the clam shack at Revere Beach.My wife and I went out for fried clams today.
Oh, that brings back memories. I lived in Point of Pines, Revere for a year as a graduate student around 1968, and used to drive down to the clam shack at Revere Beach.
Nothing as good as Boston fried clams. Although the clam pizza at the House of Pizza on Mass. Ave in Cambridge came close.
And the boxes apparentlyYou're right. We used to fantasize about Boston's fried clams when we lived in the Pacific North-wet. These ones were from the Hingham Lobster Pound, a shack that's not changed in decades. They get the batter just right.