- Pandemonium wrote:
- SandDragon wrote:
- Communication has diverted in many ways to newly formed groups on Face book pages.
It is Chatty by design and will not really keep pages of documented topics like you would find here, but it might be nice to see Players drop in and put up Links to their Face book Airsoft groups.....This way, no one can get left behind, and possiblly other airsofters can catch up on events photos and video, Face book style!
The Forum need not be seen as obsolete!.....because, unlike Face book which moves on, Topics here are moved, edited and placed for all to see, like a Home style Garage Magazine!
Post your existing Face book group, maybe you can give us a current description of it and what it represents...please try to keep it related to Airsoft.
in a way, more people check face book for up to the minute texting... it may even be more faster that a last minute roll call could happen from there.
facebook is a lot easier to get the word out on your team but i like the forum better as far as posting stuff goes
NLNAirsoft: https://www.facebook.com/NLNAirsoftDivision
Well another example... of Face book fails....
This rather touching story was recently taken down off Fox hole airsoft field on Face book because it may be off topic, but this is why this forum has an off topic section....The removal of interesting topics says that Administrators exert maybe too much control or are too strict- People who only hear what they want to hear!
Other examples are if I were to constantly talk on on group about the other group if I was visiting or comparing.....I tend to have an open mind...
Heres the interesting deleted story that was posted on Face book, Im sure it took quite some time to type it up....I myself tend to spend quite some time composing articals that I type up....hopefully no irritating Administrator will delete Files I deemed important- cheating me of passinate discussions with the rest of my crew!
Jose Giz Caballero
7:15am Oct 8
Drive safely and carefully!
Jack took a look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone… Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often?
When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror.
The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand. Bob? Bob from church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket. A Christian cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow. Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he’d never seen in uniform.
“Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this.”
“Hello, Jack.” No smile.
“Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
“I’ve seen some long days at the office lately. I’m afraid I bent the rules a bit, just this once.” Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement.
“Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?”
“I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct.”
Ouch! This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
“What’d you clock me at?”
“Seventy-one. Would you sit back in your car, please?”
“Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was barely nudging 65.” The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
“Please, Jack, in the car.”
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window. The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad. Why hadn’t he asked for a driver’s license? Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again.
A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand. Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
“Thanks.” Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.
Bob returned to his car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost?
Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
“Dear Jack,
Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a car. You guessed it – a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters. All three of them. I only had one, and I’m going to have to wait until heaven before I can ever hug her again. A thousand times I’ve tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be careful. My son is all I have left.
Bob”
Jack… twisted around in time to see Bob’s car pull away and head down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he, too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
Please drive safely and carefully.
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