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To: catou1 who wrote (69717)	9/20/2022 10:40:42 AM
From: towerdog	2 Recommendations Recommended By ajtj99 catou1 Respond to of 97950

I'm out tomorrow dentist wish I was picking apples

To: catou1 who wrote (69717)	9/20/2022 10:48:08 AM
From: ajtj99	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 97950

That sounds like a great way to spend the day! Is there any special variety you are going to pick? There are so many varieties of apples, but people tend to buy Honeycrisp and Gala for the most part. I should talk. I've got 12-lbs. of Gala's in the fridge right now <G>

To: catou1 who wrote (69717)	9/20/2022 10:56:06 AM
From: Sun Tzu	3 Recommendations Recommended By ajtj99 catou1 towerdog Respond to of 97950

TNX is now 3.6 and FFR terminal rate is projected as 4.5. By any sane metric, even if the earnings meet expectations and don't fall, the market is 20% overpriced. It's just going to be pulling teeth till it gets there, whatever the Fed decides.

To: catou1 who wrote (69717)	9/20/2022 12:43:51 PM
From: Robert O	3 Recommendations Recommended By ajtj99 catou1 towerdog Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 97950

Clever, I see you are subtly calling for a double top tomorrow...opening line after all. After Apple-Picking By Robert Frost My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off. I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight I got from looking through a pane of glass I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough And held against the world of hoary grass. It melted, and I let it fall and break. But I was well Upon my way to sleep before it fell, And I could tell What form my dreaming was about to take. Magnified apples appear and disappear, Stem end and blossom end, And every fleck of russet showing clear. My instep arch not only keeps the ache, It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round. I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend. And I keep hearing from the cellar bin The rumbling sound Of load on load of apples coming in. For I have had too much Of apple-picking: I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired. There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch, Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall. For all That struck the earth, No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble, Went surely to the cider-apple heap As of no worth. One can see what will trouble This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is. Were he not gone, The woodchuck could say whether it's like his Long sleep, as I describe its coming on, Or just some human sleep.