Greg,

 

I installed 360Desktop (64bit) after you mentioned it in one of the discussions. I have 2 Windows 7 Ult 64 Bit machines and in both of them I have them configured to hide the 360desktop slider/menu bar. I found that the slider/menu bar has disappeared completely from my desktop machine. It works fine on my laptop.

 

Anyway, I thought that I would look to see if they had come out with an update or patch. To my dismay their Web Site does not seem to exist any longer.

The last version that I found is: 8.5.2084 (64 bit)

 

Any suggestions?

Hey Greg, Happy Holidays to you.

 

I didn't want you to miss this Post that I put up. I figured that you would appreciate it.

 

JT

 

A U.S. Sailor's Night Before Christmas

Just a little bit of history from WWII.

Yesterday was the 61st Armed Forces Day.

360 inside tour of a WW2 submarine...and then some.

This is very well done..Just hold down the left mouse button and move it very slowly..

http://www.nonplused.org/panos/uss_pampanito/html/01.html

Some guys get all the breaks

An old Sailor and an old Marine were sitting at the VFW arguing about who'd had the tougher career.

"I did 30 years in the Corps," the Marine declared proudly, "and fought in three of my country's wars. Fresh out of boot camp, I hit the beach at Okinawa, clawed my way up the blood-soaked sand, and eventually took out an entire enemy machine gun nest with a single grenade. As a sergeant, I fought in Korea alongside General MacArthur. We pushed back the enemy inch by bloody inch, all the way up to the Chinese border, always under a barrage of artillery and small arms fire. Finally, as a Gunny Sergeant, I did three consecutive combat tours in Vietnam. We humped through the mud and razor grass for 14 hours a day, plagued by rain and mosquitoes, ducking under sniper fire all day, and mortar fire all night. In a firefight, we'd fire until our arms ached and our guns were empty, then we'd charge the enemy with bayonets!"

"Ah," said the Sailor with a dismissive wave of his hand, "lucky bastard! All shore duty, huh?"

I came across this and thought that you would like it:

Submarine Poem

Here's to us, one and all
Who heard the message and answered the call
To break away from the old mainstream

And live our lives on a submarine
Sub School gave us the chance to pass the test
To declare that we were The Best of the Best.
When we left New London with orders in hand
We all headed out on different courses for distant, faraway lands.
Some went East coast some went West
But no matter where you ended up, your first boat's the best.
You reported on board not knowing what to think
But now you're known to all as a nub and a dink.

You learn about Tradition and learn about Pride,
You learn about Honor and the men who have died,
You learn about the heritage that's been passed on to you
Because now you're considered one of the crew.
You study that boat from bow to stern
From the conning tower to the bilges, it's your duty to learn
Where and what makes that boat go, how it operates and in what direction it flows
How to charge those batteries and keep them alive or how to rig the boat for dive
Draw those systems fore and aft, blow the shitters, Check the draft
These are duties that you must glean when you live your life on a submarine
When you've learned all there is to know about your boat
You show 'em you know it, by your walk through vote
You go before the Qual Board, card in hand
Where they question and grill you to beat the band
And when you think you can take no more
They tell you to wait just outside the door.
For what seems like eons, Time stands still
And when they call you in, you feel quite ill!
But they congratulate you for doing so good
And welcome you into their Brotherhood.
Right of passage declares that you must drink your "fish".
And the tacking on process is not something you wish
But you wear those dolphins on your chest with pride
Because down deep in your heart, you know you're Qualified.

It seems like yesterday, it seems like a dream
That I truly lived on a submarine
Most Boats are gone, a memory of time
I wonder what happened to that crew of mine?
The Old Boats that are left, are all museums
And even if you rode 'em, you have to pay admission to see 'em.
So here's to us, those that remember
Who rode the boats out in all kinds of weather
To those past, present and even the future
To those young, hardy lads who still love adventure
So let's lift our glasses and have a toast
To the memory of those daring young sailors and their undersea boats.

Hi Greg, I am thrilled to hear about you going to college. You can apply for a Pell Grant that should take care of all of your fees plus, leave some money to live on. I did that when I went back to school in my late thirties. Here I had been working as an aircraft mechanic and when I lost my job, I had to do something. So, I went into interior design. It was great for me.

You will not be sorry. I took some of my classes online too and you can do that when you are motivated to do your own work. You know that I wish you only the best.

Yep, that is one of the last blooms of the season before the frost hits my plants. Just today, I planted some lilies and a couple of other plants that a dear friend from California sent to me. She is a darling.

Anyway, the baby is still here with me but now, I have her in daycare and that has helped me so much. I was just about to come unglued. ha ha...for real. You would have had to get in touch with me at the shrink hospital. All is good now but today she came down sick. ....bless her heart.

Love you kiddo and wish the best for you and your mom.

Hugs,