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PowerWorld's global headquarters are somewhere in western New England, but hopefully not here in Vermont, where much of the state is expected to experience significant flooding.

Fortunately we here on the eastern edge will be spared its worst, but inland and up toward Burlington, this could be the worst the state has seen since Tropical Storm Irene in 2011.
 
In the oil business, my father worked diligently to provide a good life for my mother and me.

XERF is actually licensed for 250kW, but I don't think they are currently running a quarter of that. 1570 is not the blowtorch it once was in ETX.
 
My mother and me (or I, as grammarians prefer) went to Exxon headquarters one day with signs demanding a complete ban on fossil fuels and the resignation of the entire board of directors (except for rosecity's father, if he was on it), but were treated unkindly and looked at as if we were from another planet.

The directors told us that, in their humble opinion, we should get the hell out of Humble!
 
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Another planet we have the goal of exploring with a manned spacecraft is Mars.

My dad was an executive at Gulf, until it was purchased and merged into Chevron in the mid 80's. He then retired and came home to the Rose City. He was down in Houston most of the time, when I was a kid, which is why I have a substantial familiarity with the city.
 
Mars bars are kind of nondescript compared to the company's other well-known bars, especially the whipped chocolate-filled Three Musketeers and the peanutty Snickers.

And my dad was a department head at a company that designed and manufactured wallpaper. He never had to deal with tree-hugger protesters or wall-rights groups.
 
 Snickers quietly under his breath, rosecity does, because all of those candies pale in comparison to the almighty Reese's peanut butter cup.

Uh...well, ExxonMobil's HQ was at 800 Bell in downtown Houston back then, so one of you (maybe all of you) were significantly lost. They've since moved to The Woodlands, after a couple of decades in Houston's notorious "Gunspoint".
 
Reese's peanut butter cup snacks pale in comparison to the wonderful richness and satisfaction of a handmade, all natural organic chocolate peanut butter cup, so if you can treat yourself to one it will last for at least three days.
 
Throw stones in front of Miss Silkie to block her way from exiting the Contribution Room (CR as some prefer) because if she can contribute twice in a matter of minutes , then she can certainly stick around and contribute 5 or 6 more times before retiring for the night.

Unless it's really Sweetie Pie dressed up as Miss Silkie but that's ok too. :)
 
 Hung up on the old fashioned way of handling business, I would appreciate it if everyone in the public restrooms would keep the idle chit chat to a minimum and never let their eyes look anywhere but straight ahead.
 
Straight ahead was an iceberg that threatened to doom the passengers and crew onboard the Titanic, but the lookout failed to see the threat in time on that dark and fateful night in the North Atlantic.
 
On that dark and fateful night in the North Atlantic some people say the ship's company changed the names of the ships for some reason therefore it was not really "The Titanic" which sank in the ocean. 🚢
 
It was not really "The Titanic" which sank in the ocean, but the extraordinary hallucination brought on by the dementia riddled mind of an old woman named Rose.

Heart of the Ocean...more like dream of the century.
 
An old woman named Rose married a Texas oil executive with the surname of Media and give birth to a son, whom she named rose, figuring that, like Johnny Cash's Sue, he'd have to get tough or die.

Extensive research on The Google, The Ancestry.com and even The Threads, alas, has failed to come up with Mr. Media's first name, why their son's name is lowercase, or why rose has the odd middle name of city when tyler would be more logical.
 


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