SWUBIRD'S NEST

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11003883728583504082012-02-02T15:40:54.635-08:00SWUBIRD'S NESTSWUBIRDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16009070690312312456noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100388372858350408.post-79877232436756339312012-01-03T08:59:00.000-08:002012-01-03T09:04:35.940-08:00THE BOARD OF EDUCATION

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SWUBIRDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16009070690312312456noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100388372858350408.post-81201050651345799752011-12-17T12:33:00.000-08:002011-12-21T13:43:50.562-08:00TINKER MONROE

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SWUBIRDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16009070690312312456noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100388372858350408.post-91601598489150928092011-11-12T08:36:00.001-08:002011-11-18T08:38:17.704-08:00THE PINK CRYSTAL SET

Source: Wikipedia When I was a kid I built a crystal set. A crystal set is a primitive radio consisting of a silvery dime-sized crystal I bought from the downtown appliance store, a coil of coated wire I salvaged from a discarded old radio, a fine metal “cat’s whisker” for tuning the crystal, and a pair of beat up old Second World War earphones I purchased for twenty-five cents from

SWUBIRDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16009070690312312456noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100388372858350408.post-82795882174488945072011-10-20T08:50:00.000-07:002011-10-20T19:20:01.505-07:00TEARS FOR MELINDA

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SWUBIRDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16009070690312312456noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100388372858350408.post-53433424445244452872011-09-10T08:56:00.000-07:002011-09-10T09:05:31.394-07:00THE HOMEMADE ELEVATOR

SWUBIRDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16009070690312312456noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100388372858350408.post-62020888865678658902011-08-12T15:48:00.000-07:002011-08-13T21:42:25.035-07:00DOLL'S EYE, ARIZONA

Doll's Eye is a wide spot in the road to nowhere across the hot Arizona desert. It has a population of forty souls, and no one ever visits Dolls Eye except during the annual chili cook off. But one day, that all changed. Flat Rock Air Force Base is located just south of Doll's Eye. The base isn't used for flights any longer. Instead, a few radiomen remain to operate the large HPR-24 satellite

SWUBIRDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16009070690312312456noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100388372858350408.post-77584494832778652232011-08-01T09:09:00.000-07:002011-12-21T13:49:10.859-08:00ALIENS AMONG US

When I was twelve I attended an evening lecture on UFO's at the Antelope Valley Fairgrounds. My uncle Bob and aunt Mary stayed home to watch television, so I walked to the fairgrounds alone. I was the only kid in a room full of adults. The lecturer showed slides of spacemen. They had big heads and gray skin and huge black eyes like a horse. I was amazed to hear how many people had been

SWUBIRDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16009070690312312456noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100388372858350408.post-4519059956531307162011-07-20T07:57:00.000-07:002011-07-21T07:35:08.021-07:00THE EAGLE HAS LANDED

On July 21, 1969, astronauts Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin guided the Lunar lander safely down to the moon's powdery gray surface. "Tranquility Base here," radioed Armstrong. "The Eagle has landed." Charles Duke, acting CAPCON at Houston Mission Control acknowledged, "We copy you down, Eagle." I watched it all on television. It was amazing. I couldn't believe that two grown men could fit

SWUBIRDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16009070690312312456noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100388372858350408.post-59480517623225936042011-07-03T10:19:00.000-07:002011-07-03T18:47:45.109-07:00ON GUARD

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SWUBIRDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16009070690312312456noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100388372858350408.post-48894930488631116762011-06-16T16:57:00.000-07:002011-06-18T12:36:07.419-07:00THE DEEP

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