Rhino
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Didn't they! Dave's gramma was named Geraldine. She recently passed away, and Big Dave revered her as the strongest woman he ever knew.
NO! Not quite like this.
Anyway, this is where little Londyn's middle name came from.
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2026 Plastic Surgeons Meetings and Other Model Fun!
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NO! Not quite like this.
Anyway, this is where little Londyn's middle name came from.
Rhino
Super Moderator
From the Sunny South, Plastic Surgeons founder Greg Metge is back in the saddle again! The kits included in his well appreciated build are from DML, AFV Club and a Custom Dioramics Bridge kit. His figures are a mix of Tamiya, DML and Warrior 1/35 guys.
Pretty cool!
PAMSCON link: https://www.polkareamodelsociety.com/pamscon
Rhino
Super Moderator
I keep in touch with Don's seester Jeanette. He was my friend, so his seester is too. She's been missing her brother in a big way recently. His easy friendship, his talent and his gift for telling funny stories. So I called her to tell her this story;
The setting; My Sweetie's seester, Martha's house in Marion.
The Occasion; Her 65th birthday party.
In attendance with other family members, were our great granddaughters and their parents, Mike and Becca. I was eating strawberries, which I only do when Ember (6) and Madlyn (almost 3) are around. I truly don't care for the little souery, hairy fruits but the girls LOVE strawberries, so I play along and make the funny faces and speak a little Japanese, as any good Grampa might.
I caught Madlyn licking Aunt Martha's clothes dryer. She seemed to be enjoying the taste of this major appliance.
"Mike, Your lil' daughter seem to hve a fondness for the taste of major appliances."
"Madlyn? Yeah, she eats rocks too."
Her Mom, Becca, pipes up.
"She DOES NOT eat rocks!! She licks them to see if they are any good and gives them away!"
Laughter ensued all around.
A little later, a triumphant Madlyn toddled into the living room with something pinched between her thumb and forefinger.
Mommy asks her what she found.
"It's a BUG." Plainly spoken. This horrified her Aunt Martha, and her Dad Mike and I said as one "Don't eat that."
So this time, In true Don's Seester fashion Jeanette had a funny story in return!
It seems that there is 235,000-some acres on fire in her home state of Colorado. All fun summer outdoor activities are verboten. No July 4th fireworks, BBG grills, or camp fires. Residents are advised not to even mow their lawns if they have one. So far, no ban on She and Tom's favored "indoor combustion" has been issued.
The Custer county smoke plumes are easy to see and smell from their rural Westcliffe home. Their place is on a rise in Wet Mountain valley. (Why is is Wet Mountain burning?)
Jeanette tells me they can see the firebombers plainly enough to read the tail numbers as they fight the huge blaze.
"Get some pictures!!"
In any case, She and Tom were going about their mountain retirement business, when a clamor arose in their living room.
Coming downstairs, they found a brown bear, seated on the floor, watching their TV. He had torn through the screen door, entered their house, found the remote and turned on the TV in his new "Cave". The juvenile brown bear seemed frightened but appeared uninjured. In true frontier fashion, Jennette and Tom got busy ejecting the furry freeloader from their home.
There was no "Holly Molly there's A BEAR in our living room!" in it.
They shooed him, as parents might, and he dropped the TV remote, stood and walked along the wall and the windows to the door, leaving soggy bear pawprints as he went, The juvenile bear trundled across the yard and ducked under the fence to find another safe haven.
No injuries were sustained to any creatures. Jeanette's screen door is a total loss, the TV remote may survive another day and bear pawprints are evidently washable. Not quite an unbearable encounter with wildfire driven wildlife.
I could just imagine Tom and Brownie fighting over the TV remote and the comfiest chair.
"Listen! It is NOT OK to put that in your mouth! Use your friggin' thumbs, you little Heathen! We are not watching Grizzly Adams again!"
(Bear protesting noises)
"No soccer either!"
Perhaps, at one point the bear in question might have turned and sagely said "Only You."
We had a fine conversation and a couple of good laughs together. It was as if Don enjoyed both tales as well.
The setting; My Sweetie's seester, Martha's house in Marion.
The Occasion; Her 65th birthday party.
In attendance with other family members, were our great granddaughters and their parents, Mike and Becca. I was eating strawberries, which I only do when Ember (6) and Madlyn (almost 3) are around. I truly don't care for the little souery, hairy fruits but the girls LOVE strawberries, so I play along and make the funny faces and speak a little Japanese, as any good Grampa might.
I caught Madlyn licking Aunt Martha's clothes dryer. She seemed to be enjoying the taste of this major appliance.
"Mike, Your lil' daughter seem to hve a fondness for the taste of major appliances."
"Madlyn? Yeah, she eats rocks too."
Her Mom, Becca, pipes up.
"She DOES NOT eat rocks!! She licks them to see if they are any good and gives them away!"
Laughter ensued all around.
A little later, a triumphant Madlyn toddled into the living room with something pinched between her thumb and forefinger.
Mommy asks her what she found.
"It's a BUG." Plainly spoken. This horrified her Aunt Martha, and her Dad Mike and I said as one "Don't eat that."
So this time, In true Don's Seester fashion Jeanette had a funny story in return!
It seems that there is 235,000-some acres on fire in her home state of Colorado. All fun summer outdoor activities are verboten. No July 4th fireworks, BBG grills, or camp fires. Residents are advised not to even mow their lawns if they have one. So far, no ban on She and Tom's favored "indoor combustion" has been issued.
The Custer county smoke plumes are easy to see and smell from their rural Westcliffe home. Their place is on a rise in Wet Mountain valley. (Why is is Wet Mountain burning?)
Jeanette tells me they can see the firebombers plainly enough to read the tail numbers as they fight the huge blaze.
"Get some pictures!!"
In any case, She and Tom were going about their mountain retirement business, when a clamor arose in their living room.
Coming downstairs, they found a brown bear, seated on the floor, watching their TV. He had torn through the screen door, entered their house, found the remote and turned on the TV in his new "Cave". The juvenile brown bear seemed frightened but appeared uninjured. In true frontier fashion, Jennette and Tom got busy ejecting the furry freeloader from their home.
There was no "Holly Molly there's A BEAR in our living room!" in it.
They shooed him, as parents might, and he dropped the TV remote, stood and walked along the wall and the windows to the door, leaving soggy bear pawprints as he went, The juvenile bear trundled across the yard and ducked under the fence to find another safe haven.
No injuries were sustained to any creatures. Jeanette's screen door is a total loss, the TV remote may survive another day and bear pawprints are evidently washable. Not quite an unbearable encounter with wildfire driven wildlife.
I could just imagine Tom and Brownie fighting over the TV remote and the comfiest chair.
"Listen! It is NOT OK to put that in your mouth! Use your friggin' thumbs, you little Heathen! We are not watching Grizzly Adams again!"
(Bear protesting noises)
"No soccer either!"
Perhaps, at one point the bear in question might have turned and sagely said "Only You."
We had a fine conversation and a couple of good laughs together. It was as if Don enjoyed both tales as well.
Tails from the mid west! 
Heavens Eagle
Well-known member
Only from Chris would those stories be bearable. 
Duke Maddog
Well-known member
What a fantastic story!
Rhino
Super Moderator
On a less cheerful note, long-time Plastic Surgeons member Webb Groos took his trip up to Heaven 17 July 2026. His son came out to turn him over and administer medications, and found his Daddy cold, around 0930 hrs. that morning. He had been in home hospice care for better than a year, so we could kinda see it coming. Still, his death is a quite a blow to his family and to our merry band of model miscreants.
Webb had been in the sort of loving care that only a devoted son can provide. Barry is understandably just shattered by his Daddy's passing. He tells me there will be a celebration of Life at some point. No Memorial Services are planned as of yet. I can almost hear his gravelly voice, dispensing wisdom gained by experience.
Webster was a US Marine, California Highway Patrolman, Iowa State Trooper, a pilot, and I've learned he had a fondness of AC/DC's music. He was a model kit, knife and gun enthusiast. Francisco spent more good quality time with The Webster than most of us.
You know, we go to hobby club meetings with a guy for decades and never really know them well. He was born 1 February 1943. His actual given name was Wilbur. "Wilbur"?! Really. Did he have a good friend that was a spider? Geez!
I like to think I am well acquainted with the finite quality of This Life. Clearly, I am not the Oak I imagine myself to be at this time.
Webb saved my life once. A debt of honor is owed. He saved a great many lives on Iowa highways to boot.
Barry did allow me contract the Iowa State Patrol regarding what honors may be accorded a long-serving Iowa State Trooper.
I HAD to do SOMETHING!! So far no response has come from Sergeant Alex Dinkla. He's the Public Information Officer. He will know how best to pass on this news, and to whom.
Webb had been in the sort of loving care that only a devoted son can provide. Barry is understandably just shattered by his Daddy's passing. He tells me there will be a celebration of Life at some point. No Memorial Services are planned as of yet. I can almost hear his gravelly voice, dispensing wisdom gained by experience.
Webster was a US Marine, California Highway Patrolman, Iowa State Trooper, a pilot, and I've learned he had a fondness of AC/DC's music. He was a model kit, knife and gun enthusiast. Francisco spent more good quality time with The Webster than most of us.
You know, we go to hobby club meetings with a guy for decades and never really know them well. He was born 1 February 1943. His actual given name was Wilbur. "Wilbur"?! Really. Did he have a good friend that was a spider? Geez!
I like to think I am well acquainted with the finite quality of This Life. Clearly, I am not the Oak I imagine myself to be at this time.
Webb saved my life once. A debt of honor is owed. He saved a great many lives on Iowa highways to boot.
Barry did allow me contract the Iowa State Patrol regarding what honors may be accorded a long-serving Iowa State Trooper.
I HAD to do SOMETHING!! So far no response has come from Sergeant Alex Dinkla. He's the Public Information Officer. He will know how best to pass on this news, and to whom.
Heavens Eagle
Well-known member
Sorry to hear of the loss of another of your long time members Chris. We are losing our friends at a faster rate these days all the time.
Condolences to his friends and family.
Rhino
Super Moderator
There is an action quietly underway.
My grandson Russell had a small stash of model kits and a couple hundred dollars of tools, brushes and paints. In a fit of rage, his younger adopted brother destroyed every kit. Major model parts snapped in up to 4 pieces, paints dumped and replaced with dead insects, paint brushes snapped in 2, and then a final act of fluid defilement that only boy children are capable of.
I asked the boy how I had just heard about this a couple of weeks ago?
His humble response. "Grampa, I didn't know how to tell you."
Soon Russell will have his own room, with a solid door and a lock on it! His new kits, paints and supplies will be beyond the reach of his troubled little brother.
In any case, Russell "The Muscle" has a Grampa with a lots of model kits and lots of good friends that are modelers.
Men that know what generosity to a 15-year-old boy is. The word has gone out. Operation "Re-stocking Russell" is afoot!
I won't name names, as you all know who you are, but the first of the kits arrived today.
One such friend is an Air Canada 787 instructor pilot. He's in Seoul, South Korea shopping at the Joy Hobby shop for something cool from overseas.
I am NOT trying to put the bite on anyone. I am willing to buy models kits for this kid and I have been. Russell's favorite subject is (sob, sniff) CAR MODELS! Where, my friends, did I go wrong?!
Special thanks to everyone that donated to this sharp, polite, kid, without any reservations thus far.
As this fascinating story unfolds, I will post the progress here.
My grandson Russell had a small stash of model kits and a couple hundred dollars of tools, brushes and paints. In a fit of rage, his younger adopted brother destroyed every kit. Major model parts snapped in up to 4 pieces, paints dumped and replaced with dead insects, paint brushes snapped in 2, and then a final act of fluid defilement that only boy children are capable of.
I asked the boy how I had just heard about this a couple of weeks ago?
His humble response. "Grampa, I didn't know how to tell you."
Soon Russell will have his own room, with a solid door and a lock on it! His new kits, paints and supplies will be beyond the reach of his troubled little brother.
In any case, Russell "The Muscle" has a Grampa with a lots of model kits and lots of good friends that are modelers.
Men that know what generosity to a 15-year-old boy is. The word has gone out. Operation "Re-stocking Russell" is afoot!
I won't name names, as you all know who you are, but the first of the kits arrived today.
One such friend is an Air Canada 787 instructor pilot. He's in Seoul, South Korea shopping at the Joy Hobby shop for something cool from overseas.
I am NOT trying to put the bite on anyone. I am willing to buy models kits for this kid and I have been. Russell's favorite subject is (sob, sniff) CAR MODELS! Where, my friends, did I go wrong?!
Special thanks to everyone that donated to this sharp, polite, kid, without any reservations thus far.
As this fascinating story unfolds, I will post the progress here.
Nice one!! Joy hobby shop, never heard of it but I bet it's stock to the rafters. The Muscle. There's his handle for the website. 
