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Barry

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  1. We've kicked this around a few times on the old boards...

    I still think it would sell if done right and the price was decent...but I also agree that it would takes millions to get a pick-up of the ground from scratch. And I really wouldn't want to see GM or Ford build it and then just stick a dog on the hood...that just wouldn't be a Mack!

    Sad to say, but I don't think we will ever see a Mack Pick-up in our life times...

  2. Guys, I gotta admit that I wasn't pleased with the quality of the calendars either! However, we were limited to the quality of the photos that the owners submitted...most were only 300 DPI or less which made the results kinda grainy. Some did turn out nice...

    We showed some calendars off at the Lititz Show and everyone agreed that we should go ahead and sell them just to cover the cost of printing and shipping. Everyone agreed that it was better to have a Mack Calendar with poor photos rather than no calendar at all.

    I can tell you that we learned from our mistakes and that next year's calendar will be amazing!! This was the first attempt we have done at a calendar. I really think they turned out OK considering that all the photos were emailed back and forth several times!

    I hope you all can enjoy them for the quality of the trucks in the calendar rather than the quality of the calendar itself!

  3. A Soldiers Christmas

    T’was the night Before Christmas, he lived all alone,

    In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone,

    I had come down the chimney with presents to give

    And to see just who in this home did live,

    I looked all about, a strange site did I see,

    No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree,

    No stockings by the mantle, Just boots filled with sand,

    On the wall hung pictures of far distance lands.

    With Medals and badges, Awards of all kinds,

    A sober thought came through my mind.

    For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,

    I had found the home of a soldier once I could see clearly

    I heard stories about them, I had to see more

    So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.

    The solider lay sleeping, silent, alone,

    Curled up in this, His one bedroom home.

    The face was so gentle,, the room in such disorder

    Not how I pictured a United States Solider.

    Was this the War Hero of whom I’d just read?

    Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?

    His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan,

    I soon understood this was more than a man.

    I realized the families that I saw this night

    Owed they’re lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.

    Soon round the world the children would play

    And grownups celebrate a bright Christmas day.

    They enjoyed freedom each month of the year,

    Because of these soldiers like the one lying here.

    I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone

    On a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.

    The very thought brought a tear to my eye

    Dropped to my knees and started to cry.

    The Soldier awakened and I hear a rough voice,

    “Santa don’t cry, this is my life my choice:

    I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more

    My life is my god, my country my Corps.”

    The Solider rolled over and soon drifted to sleep

    I couldn’t control it I started to weep.

    I kept watch for hours. So silent and still

    And we both shivered from the cold nights chill.

    I took off my jacket, the one made of red,

    And I covered this Soldier from his toes to his head.

    And I put on his T-shirt of gray and black,

    With an eagle and an Army patch embroidered on back.

    And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,

    And for a shining moment, I was United States Army deep inside.

    I didn’t want to leave on that cold dark night,

    This guardian of honor, so willing to fight.

    Then the Solider rolled over with a voice soft and pure,

    Whispered, "Carry on Santa, Christmas Day is Secure"

    One look at my watch and I knew he was right

    Merry Christmas my friend and to all a good night.

  4. A man calls his boss one morning and tells him that he is staying home because he is not feeling well.

    "What's the matter?" the Boss asks.

    "I have a bad case of anal glaucoma," he says in a weak voice.

    "What the hell is anal glaucoma?"

    "I can't see my ass coming into work."

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  5. Here are some pics from a masive crash we responded to yesterday! Glad to say that the driver is OK! The International isn't so lucky, though!

    The driver lost it on a sharp curve and flopped over head first into a reinforced embankment...his load of 7500 gallons of fresh milk spilled into a local creek...

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