Some silver coins I made...
The thin coins are 1/2 ounce .999 pure, and the thicker ones are silver/copper mix and one pure copper. :)
The thin coins are 1/2 ounce .999 pure, and the thicker ones are silver/copper mix and one pure copper. :)
The thin ones are 1/2 ounce .999 and the thick coins are silver/copper blend except for one pure copper.
Hi Folks,
First post here. I was trying to remember my dad's portable radio from the 1960s. The closest I got looking on line was a national panasonic, but couldn't find the model. Lo and behold I was looking through old physical pictures and found it propped on a shelf. The resolution is lousy but I wonder if anyone can help.
I remember it took D batteries I "think." Also there was in the upper left of the photo, although it might be the far right, a batt indicator/meter with a red floating pointer and some horizontal triangular scale markings.
The antenna is extended on the right, although hard to see, and the color is a leather-ish case. I also seem to remember a snap button box internal to the case/radio that had one of those old fashioned earphones for 1 ear/ corded.
Thanks much for any info. Was remembering my father on father's day, he's long gone but that radio was very much a part of our lives.
Alone with all these thoughts and a feeling in my gut like a wound that will not heal. The sense of being, not just on a sinking ship, but on an actively malevolent sinking ship, is hard to take.
A month can go by where I don't talk to anyone. My housing is unstable. I am old and alone and I wish I could get a cat but if I lose the roof how can I take care of a cat?
Doesn't feel like there's a lot of time left, either personally for me, or for humans as a group. Empathy seems dead.
What a shitty way to wind up when there was so much beauty on this earth and we could've nurtured that and enjoyed together genuinely.
Instead we murder and pillage and call it peace.
I wish I had someone to talk to. I wish I had one person who would put an arm on my shoulder and say "you did the best you knew how."
I come from a beaten up abused background and now, looking back at the end of my life, I wonder what I could've been if I'd had a little encouragement. I was always creative but I had to go inside to live in my own little worlds to cope. I could never make decent money, or what I had was stolen by bottomless greedy landlords and even my own siblings.
Well, I guess this post just came from me trying to call a warmline to hear another human voice, and having them be closed.
I can't be the only person feeling this way. Although I don't wish it on anyone else. My best relationship was I had a cat from birth to 20 years. At least I shepherded one life. I miss him every day. My one small huge hearted friend.