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You guys are great and I appreciate the help. With a bit of luck and help I'll be able to fire the phono section up.

I'm running it through the balanced RCA now on cd and it's a very good sounding pre. I'm mostly interested in the phono section on this. They used the Camac in computers, military, and aerospace industries and I've contacted some buddies in each of these fields to see if they can come up with something that will work for now. I'm wanting to hear the phono and IF it's what I'm hoping it is then I'll trash the Camacs and run all new RCA's where needed on the pre. I don't keep a system in the same place long enough to hardwire either. I wish I could borrow a pair for the phono. IF it sounds right then I don't mind putting a couple hundred bucks in the connectors. Sometimes I just sit back and laugh at myself for the messes I can get into trying to find a better sound. LOL! Vinyl is a P.I.A. sometimes but nothing beats the sound. Harry

I can use the balanced on CDP and tuner but not the Phono which is most important to me.I called Mark Levinson aka Harmon Intl and they make a Camac to RCA adaptor and get $94 for a single. I need 10 of them. Screiw that. IS this the right one?? http://www.mouser.com/Search/Refine.aspx?FS=TRUE&N=4294758863+4051623+4294728630+1323043

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I bought a Mark levinson 28 preamp and need an inexpensive CAMAC to RCA adaptor or CAMAC connectors I can make cables out of. ANY and ALL help appreciated Harry

11# 4oz Indiana largemouth. Nailed a 13+ in Seminole a few years back. Here's some smallies from Dale Hollow a few years back. Both over 5 lbs. That day my friend and I had 14 smallmouth over 5 lbs, 2 over 7 lbs (neither by me dangit), and another couple dozen up to 4lbs. Freezing rain, sub zero temps, and 50-75 feet of water. I fish. Harry

I've been re-spooling, sharpening hooks, tearing my reals down and scrubbing them out. New lube and inspection. I even changed out the drag washers on my old Ambassadeur 4500cbs and ran a q-tip through my guides. I got a feeling abouth this spring's fishing. Harry

A retired man went into the Job Center in Downtown Denver, and saw card advertising for a Gynecologist's assistant. Interested, he went in and asked the clerk for details. The clerk pulled up the file and read; "The job entails getting the ladies ready for the gynecologist. You have to help the women out of their underwear, lay them down and carefully wash their private regions, and then apply shaving foam and gently shave off the hair, then rub in soothing oils so they're ready for the gynecologist's examination." "The annual salary is $65,000, and you'll have to go to Billings, Montana." "Good grief; is that where the job is?" "No sir -- that's where the end of the line is right now."

YEP! Tubes will do that to ya. I'll cuss them, spend my allowance, burn my fingers, and keep looking for the "magic wand" of hot glass to get one more note or a little more midrange. The next thing I know I've switched speakers or even cables and start all over rolling the same old tubes trying to match it all up again for optimum sound. It is fun but tubes do have an evil side. LOL! Harry

A Muslim arrives in Heaven !!! Abu al-Zarqawi died and George Washington met him at the Pearly Gates. He slapped him across the face and yelled, "How dare you try to destroy the nation I helped conceive!" Patrick Henry approached, punched him in the nose and shouted, "You wanted to end our liberties but you failed!" Thomas Jefferson was next, beat al-Zarqawi with a long cane and snarled "It was Evil men like you who inspired me to write the Declaration of Independence ." The beatings and thrashings continued as George Mason, James Monroe and 66 other early Americans unleashed their anger on the terrorist Leader. As al-Zarqawi lay bleeding and in pain, an Angel appeared. Al- Zarqawi wept and said, "This is not what you promised me." The Angel replied, "I told you there would be 72 Virginians waiting for you in Heaven. What did you think I said?"

QUALIFICATIONS In a University of Michigan classroom, they were discussing the qualifications to be President of the United States . It was pretty simple, the candidate must be a natural born citizen of at least 35 years of age. However, one girl in the class immediately started in on how unfair was the requirement to be a natural born citizen. In short, her opinion was that this requirement prevented many capable individuals from becoming president. The class was taking it in and letting her rant, but everyone's jaw hit the floor when she wrapped up her argument by stating, "What makes a natural born citizen any more qualified to lead this country than one born by C-section?"

Two blonde girls were working for the city public works department. One would dig a hole and the other would follow behind her and fill the hole in. They worked up one side of the street, then down the other, then moved on to the next street, working furiously all day without rest, one girl digging a hole, the other girl filling it in again. An onlooker was amazed at their hard work, but couldn't understand what they were doing. So he asked the hole digger, 'I'm impressed by the effort you two are putting in to your work, but I don't get it -- why do you dig a hole, only to have your partner follow behind and fill it up again?' The hole digger wiped her brow and sighed, 'Well, I suppose it probably looks odd because we're normally a three-person team. But today the girl who plants the trees called in sick.

I figured 25K+ on them. I stayed in longer than I would have thought but knew they'd jump up towards the end.

You forgot the straw to finish it off with. At least there's a statute of limitations on cola pilfering

Technically the 60's didn't really end until 1974 or was it 1976? No comb over Harry. That's the way I wore it. Drove my travellin companion nuts cause I wore it that way. We we were in Europe and that pic was for a student pass and taken in either Greece or Turkey. The nadir of my hair. From then on it was all downhill. Ya know, like an American Flyer on a snow-covered hill. Just messing with ya Marty,I envy those of us that have enough left over for a combover. The last couple of years has left me folically challenged

DO YOU LOOK OLD??? HAVE YOU EVER BEEN GUILTY OF LOOKING AT OTHERS YOUR OWN AGE AND THINKING, SURELY I CAN'T LOOK THAT OLD. WELL.... YOU'LL LOVE THIS ONE. MY NAME IS ALICE SMITH AND I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY FIRST APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW DENTIST. I NOTICED HIS DDS DIPLOMA, WHICH BORE HIS FULL NAME. SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED A TALL, HANDSOME, DARK-HAIRED BOY WITH THE SAME NAME HAD BEEN IN MY HIGH SCHOOL CLASS SOME 30-ODD YEARS AGO. COULD HE BE THE SAME GUY THAT I HAD A SECRET CRUSH ON, WAY BACK THEN? UPON SEEING HIM, HOWEVER, I QUICKLY DISCARDED ANY SUCH THOUGHT. THIS BALDING, GRAY-HAIRED MAN WITH THE DEEPLY LINED FACE WAS WAY TOO OLD TO HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE. AFTER HE EXAMINED MY TEETH, I ASKED HIM IF HE HAD ATTENDED MORGAN PARK HIGH SCHOOL . 'YES. YES, I DID. I'M A MUSTANG,' HE GLEAMED WITH PRIDE. 'WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?' I ASKED. HE ANSWERED, 'IN 1975.. WHY DO YOU ASK?' 'YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!', I EXCLAIMED. HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY. THEN, THAT UGLY, OLD, BALD, WRINKLED, FAT BUTT, GRAY-HAIRED, DECREPIT SON-OF-A-WITCH ASKED, 'WHAT DID YOU TEACH ???

Nice comb over

Random Thoughts for the Day: Feb 19, 2010 1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer's history if you die. 2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong. 3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger. 4. There is great need for a sarcasm font. 5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet? 6. Was learning cursive really necessary? 7. Map Quest needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood. 8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died. 9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired. 10. Bad decisions make good stories. 11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day. 12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again. 13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to the ten-page paper that I swear I did not make any changes to. 14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this -- ever. 15. I hate it when I miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? ) but when I immediately call back it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away? 16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste. 17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call. 18. My 9-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How do I respond to that? 19. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.. 20. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.

I'm in the game but I doubt my paltry stash will be able to stay in for long. Shhh! Harry

Twenty Cent a gallon gasoline, "Cruising" the hot spots here in Indy in my '65 Goat. 389 4spd, 3 dueces, 456 "P" trac, Pionees super 8 track, MT street slicks, Doug Thorley, Holley, Edelbrock, Crane, balanced and blue printed, rolled and pleated, Indianapolis Raceway Park, Nationals, Leather jackets, long hair came in and my crew cuts were out. Pegged leg jeans, and my first real Harley Davidson '50 Panhead "basket case" built in a 1 stall "garage" behind the house We'd meet up every weekend at the Steer-in, Al Greens, Tee Pee, Blue Ribbon, Steak and Shake in Lawrence, and Fox rd for drag racing. Big deal back then. $50 was the minimum entry fee to even get a "run". The days of the 10 second street rods. I'd already figured out what girls were for by then. The music in the "rod" was a necessity, speakers hangin' everywhere. Viet Nam was making the news, "THE DRAFT", Tonkin Bay, USMC boot at MCRD 'diego, the big shiny freedom bird, "in country", the BIG PX, The world, "it don't mean s..t" The world was no longer a safe place to live. It changed. Got married, a kid I got to see pics of only from my ammo can bunker/home "Charlie", Tet, Armed Forces Radio, gun ships, Puff the Magic Dragon, Cronkite, LBJ. Pot, LSD, mescaline, peyote, mushrooms, I don't remember all of the '60s but enough. LOL!

Three Ladies in a Sauna THREE WOMEN, TWO YOUNGER, AND ONE SENIOR CITIZEN, WERE SITTING NAKED IN A SAUNA. SUDDENLY THERE WAS A BEEPING SOUND. THE YOUNG WOMAN PRESSED HER FOREARM AND THE BEEP STOPPED. THE OTHERS LOOKED AT HER QUESTIONINGLY. "THAT WAS MY PAGER," SHE SAID. "I HAVE A MICROCHIP UNDER THE SKIN OF MY ARM." A FEW MINUTES LATER, A PHONE RANG. THE SECOND YOUNG WOMAN LIFTED HER PALM TO HER EAR. WHEN SHE FINISHED, SHE EXPLAINED, "THAT WAS MY MOBILE PHONE. I HAVE A MICROCHIP IN MY HAND." THE OLDER WOMAN FELT VERY LOW-TECH. NOT TO BE OUT DONE, SHE DECIDED SHE HAD TO DO SOMETHING JUST AS IMPRESSIVE. SHE STEPPED OUT OF THE SAUNA AND WENT TO THE BATHROOM. SHE RETURNED WITH A PIECE OF TOILET PAPER HANGING FROM HER REAR END. THE OTHERS RAISED THEIR EYEBROWS AND STARED AT HER. THE OLDER WOMAN FINALLY SAID........."WELL, WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT....I'M GETTING A FAX!!"

And that's the reason I do not buy them. I will NOT support companies that outsource to other countries to save a buck and PEE on the American worker in the name of corporate responsibility for the almighty YEN. Sorry, BUCK.I will only buy non-American when absolutely necessary and not as a convenience item or luxury. With common sense and goals to keep our manufacturing base healthy we can still come back and have American workers being productive again and build for the future. Though I will admit we priced ourselves out of competition and are now paying the price for our arrogance. I was as guilty as anyone in blackmailing management to overpay me for my menial task jobs. I saw the writing on the wall when Chrysler shut down here in Indy. I was stupid enough to bring this point up at a union meeting and narrowly escaped with my extremeties still attached to my torso. Yea, stupid me thinking we could all work together with a common goal using common sense. Sadly I don't see a lot of changing attitudes for everyone working together. It's still "ME, ME, ME" as far as I can see

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