Where Have you been Rick Ferry

[Kenny_S]

Haven't seen Rick in Seattle for a while. I prayer nothing is wrong with him.
Where ya be Rick?

[xsailer]

Hello Kenny S,
I hope Rick follows up with your question. I've always enjoyed his comments and noted to myself a couple of months ago I miss hearing from him. A very positive person and knowledgable in woodcraft.

[Kenny_S]

Yup, An alright guy for sure.BTW, How was the trip to Lee Summit for you and Murlene?
Glad we styed home with the little bride being sick. Oh, See was a trooper and wanted to go, Buut done that to her last Oct to Elk City.
Hope to see ya there again this year.

[Ron Davidson]

Rick Who?? I hope nothing is wrong either.

[meipo]

I am glad someone asked. I thought it was only me. I have been missing Rick, too. Rick, please drop us a note and let us all know that you're ok.

meipo

[wade clark]

Originally Posted by meipo

I am glad someone asked. I thought it was only me. I have been missing Rick, too. Rick, please drop us a note and let us all know that you're ok.

meipo

Rick,
I've been too busy to know daylight from dark, but I misss you here any time I can;t find you! You are a foundation stone here!
Wade

[rick-in-seattle]

When I was a little nipper, we lived on the Columbia basin where the main crops were tumbleweeds and sage brush.
I had a dog that was part Chihuahua, part Great Dane, with a little stepladder thrown in.

More often than not, I would find myself inside a small culvert pipe that ran under the highway. Sure, Dad told me that we could have a flash flood if it rained in the mountains, but that was pretty hard to believe. I suppose I should have wondered why the pipe was half filled with sand.

There was just enough room to crawl forward, forget trying to back out.
I was half-way through the pipe when my stupid dog decided to meet me face-to-face. The problem here is that dogs can’t backup at all, something about how their legs are put together.

I spent most of that day having my face licked by a mutt, who somehow didn’t grasp the gravity of our situation. About dinner time, someone noticed I hadn’t been around for a while and formed a search party. Sometime after dark Dad stopped laughing long enough to get a rope and pull me out.

The moral to this story might be (to stay out of culvert pipes) or (it’s doubtful a goldfish would get in your face).

But, I like to believe the real message is: (it may seem like I’m lost, but I know where I am).

[AlArchie]

Dad-Burn-It, Rick......didn't you learn to stay out of that culvert? Still, I'm glad you got out OK this time.

Al

[Callynne]

Rick, glad to hear from you! I love your story, I can just picture that! Talking Deborah

[whitecree]

Happened to you too, huh? Stupid mutts...