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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQARXo-eSp7ImA9WhRVFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926</id><updated>2012-01-12T22:12:24.451-05:00</updated><category term="The Embers" /><category term="3-D" /><category term="STS" /><category term="Computer tips" /><category term="My Comments" /><category term="My Poems" /><category term="My Humor" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="My Recipes" /><category term="Beach Music" /><category term="Golf" /><category term="Hummingbirds" /><category term="My True Stories" /><category term="Ghosts" /><category term="Labor Day" /><category term="Astronomy" /><category term="My Photos" /><category term="WKIX" /><title>d/b/a DALTON HAMMOND</title><subtitle type="html">A PG-rated look at my golf, astronomy, humor, photos, and poetry</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>278</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/D/b/aDaltonHammond" /><feedburner:info uri="d/b/adaltonhammond" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EESX85eSp7ImA9WhdbGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-3833921171305388269</id><published>2011-10-17T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T22:40:08.121-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-17T22:40:08.121-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Comments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Humor" /><title>Balance the Federal Budget</title><summary>We don't need to increase taxes on corporations to balance the budget...

Just taxing the professional athletes would do it.

-- Dalton Hammond </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/3833921171305388269?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/3833921171305388269?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2011/10/balance-federal-budget.html" title="Balance the Federal Budget" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUCRXYzfSp7ImA9WhdXEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-5873658986808807778</id><published>2011-08-23T21:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:44:24.885-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-23T21:44:24.885-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Recipes" /><title>Smack Bones</title><summary>Here is a cooking tip from the Deep South.

Many grocery stores (Food Lion is one) sell 1-pound packets of RIB TIPS (riblets) for around $3. They look like spare ribs but the bones are only a half inch long, or so. They are the trimmings from shaping spare ribs and are prime, sweet, pork rib meat. My grandmother used to serve them as a snack or appetizer; she called them "Smack Bones" and I loved</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/5873658986808807778?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/5873658986808807778?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2011/08/smack-bones.html" title="Smack Bones" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEHSHoyfSp7ImA9WhdQEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-8161612415325443923</id><published>2011-08-11T21:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:47:19.495-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-11T21:47:19.495-04:00</app:edited><title>2011 PGA Club Championship Update</title><summary>What do the following names all have in common?(Scroll down for the answer)Steve Stricker
Jerry Kelly
Shaun Micheel
Scott Verplank
Brendon de Jonge
Matteo Manassero
Davis Love III
John Senden
Bill Haas
Brandt Jobe
Anders Hansen
Simon Dyson
Bob Sowards
Adam Scott
Stewart Cink
Brendan Steele
Brian Davis
Miguel Angel Jimenez
Mark Wilson
Trevor Immelman
D.A. Points
Ricky Barnes
Gary Woodland
Jason </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/8161612415325443923?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/8161612415325443923?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2011/08/2011-pga-club-championship-update.html" title="2011 PGA Club Championship Update" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEHQHo_eip7ImA9WhdREkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-3845411741066363132</id><published>2011-06-22T14:13:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T21:13:51.442-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-01T21:13:51.442-04:00</app:edited><title>FSBO - Golf front rancher for sale by owner in Pinehurst, NC</title><summary>Live the dream...in PINEHURST, NC!

$329,900 Price includes PCC Full Membership transfer and golf cart
Need to sell your home first? Owner may finance!
For sale by owner: Single Family one-story ranch; 3 bedrooms; 2 full baths
Location: Doral Woods, Pinehurst, NC,  4 minutes to Pinehurst Country Club clubhouse by  personal golf cart, on hole #4 of course Number 1.  No other homes are  visible </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/3845411741066363132?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/3845411741066363132?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2011/06/fsbo-for-sale-by-owner-in-pinehurst-nc.html" title="FSBO - Golf front rancher for sale by owner in Pinehurst, NC" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nCPecjyatQ4/ThOmFf_tJ-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/oSjUS9bSqoE/s72-c/365+Doral+-+Front.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQDR308eip7ImA9WhZREEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-7708088949709101854</id><published>2011-04-06T08:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:19:36.372-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-06T08:19:36.372-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Comments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Humor" /><title>Federal Shutdown</title><summary>The looming Federal Shutdown should not bother our country's leaders. It has already been impossible to reach a Social Security or D.M.V. office by phone for the past 30 years. -- Dalton Hammond</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/7708088949709101854?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/7708088949709101854?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2011/04/federal-shutdown.html" title="Federal Shutdown" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cER3Y5fip7ImA9Wx9UFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-7178878760775328886</id><published>2011-02-12T23:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T23:23:26.826-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-12T23:23:26.826-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My True Stories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Humor" /><title>Seth Henry Isaac Tyson</title><summary>My mother grew up on a farm in Eastern North Carolina during the Great Depression and as a youngster I used to occasionally hear her mention a farmer she used to know named Seth Henry Isaac Tyson. The name struck me as unusual but I made nothing of it.

Many years later, one Sunday afternoon we were riding around the back roads of my mom's girlhood when she pointed to a mailbox and exclaimed with</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/7178878760775328886?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/7178878760775328886?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2011/02/seth-henry-isaac-tyson.html" title="Seth Henry Isaac Tyson" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEDQ387cCp7ImA9Wx9WGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-5499585037541038176</id><published>2011-01-23T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:31:12.108-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-23T15:31:12.108-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Comments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Humor" /><title>Happy as a...</title><summary>Just how happy do clams get anyway?
-- Dalton Hammond</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/5499585037541038176?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/5499585037541038176?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-as.html" title="Happy as a..." /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcEQX45cSp7ImA9Wx9WEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-6658605974139891503</id><published>2011-01-17T00:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:13:20.029-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-17T13:13:20.029-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Computer tips" /><title>Your computer is NOT dead!</title><summary>It has been estimated that OVER 50% of the "dead" computers that are brought in for repairs are okay. That is, there's absolutely nothing wrong with them.Before you pay the geeks $175 to get you running again or before you buy a new computer because you think you've been zapped try this FREE trick of mine before you decide your hard drive has been fried or you think you've been wiped out by a </summary><link rel="related" href="http://www.pinehurstbob.com" title="Your computer is NOT dead!" /><link rel="enclosure" type="text/html" href="http://www.pinehurstbob.com/index.html" length="0" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/6658605974139891503?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/6658605974139891503?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2011/01/your-computer-is-not-dead.html" title="Your computer is NOT dead!" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcHQXY4eyp7ImA9Wx9WEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-411942229649018095</id><published>2011-01-15T16:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:37:10.833-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-17T14:37:10.833-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Comments" /><title>Understanding Derivatives</title><summary>Somebody emailed me this...D.H.Heidi is the proprietor of a bar in Detroit . She realizes that virtually all of her customers are unemployed alcoholics and, as such, can no longer afford to patronize her bar. To solve this problem, she comes up with a new marketing plan that allows her customers to drink now, but pay later.Heidi keeps track of the drinks consumed on a ledger (thereby granting the</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/411942229649018095?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/411942229649018095?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2011/01/understanding-derivatives.html" title="Understanding Derivatives" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04NRH89fCp7ImA9Wx9XFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-3558881589771215691</id><published>2011-01-04T14:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:13:15.164-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-10T11:13:15.164-05:00</app:edited><title>The Color Pink</title><summary>The Dalton Hammond Institute For Advanced Research has learned that stretch marks are caused by the color pink.-- Dalton Hammond</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/3558881589771215691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/3558881589771215691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2011/01/color-pink.html" title="The Color Pink" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYAQnY4fip7ImA9Wx9TFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-5707059371227367900</id><published>2010-11-23T20:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:29:03.836-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-23T20:29:03.836-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Comments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Humor" /><title>The Way We Were</title><summary>Another thing that's no fun any more is Male Superiority. -- Dalton Hammond </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/5707059371227367900?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/5707059371227367900?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2010/11/way-we-were.html" title="The Way We Were" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUFRno8eCp7ImA9Wx5WGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-1369292684813895706</id><published>2010-09-30T08:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:10:17.470-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-30T09:10:17.470-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Comments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Humor" /><title>Watching our language</title><summary>If the TV networks don't like the colorful language that professional golfers sometimes use on the air then they shouldn't make them wear microphones.I believe that a golfer has a God-given right to cuss a golf ball.-- Dalton Hammond</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/1369292684813895706?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/1369292684813895706?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2010/09/watching-our-language.html" title="Watching our language" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUBSXw4eip7ImA9Wx5WFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-1275048491647080434</id><published>2010-09-26T14:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T14:37:38.232-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-26T14:37:38.232-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Comments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Humor" /><title>Since sliced bread</title><summary>I was wondering...just how good was anything before sliced bread, anyway?-- Dalton Hammond</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/1275048491647080434?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/1275048491647080434?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2010/09/since-sliced-bread.html" title="Since sliced bread" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAGQHg7eSp7ImA9Wx5XGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-468940664512094143</id><published>2010-09-19T23:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T23:52:01.601-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-19T23:52:01.601-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Comments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Humor" /><title>The Recession</title><summary>So why do they call it a 'recession'? It seems to be getting closer.-- Dalton Hammond</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/468940664512094143?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/468940664512094143?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2010/09/recession.html" title="The Recession" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cMRHo7fSp7ImA9WxFaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-5968106425026251650</id><published>2010-07-17T22:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:11:25.405-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-17T22:11:25.405-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Comments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Golf" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Humor" /><title>The Tiger Woods Comeback, Part MMX</title><summary>For those of you  out there who were wondering how I knew that Tigger Woods would not make a  spectacular comeback, the explanation is very simple:    You can't play at  your best when your ex-wife is squeezing you by the gonads.-- Dalton Hammond</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/5968106425026251650?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/5968106425026251650?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2010/07/tiger-woods-comeback-part-mmx.html" title="The Tiger Woods Comeback, Part MMX" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUMSHY6eyp7ImA9Wx5QEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-5519154539441358311</id><published>2010-07-04T12:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:58:09.813-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-28T18:58:09.813-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Comments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Humor" /><title>Privacy Settings</title><summary>"I thought I had  fine-tuned my Facebook privacy settings properly but when I went to the bathroom  I discovered 5 new friends in my Inbowl."-- Dalton Hammond</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/5519154539441358311?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/5519154539441358311?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-thought-i-had-fine-tuned-my-facebook.html" title="Privacy Settings" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMFQnk_fSp7ImA9WxFbEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-2700213377632831498</id><published>2010-07-01T14:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:53:33.745-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-01T14:53:33.745-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Comments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Humor" /><title>Where did you go, Joe Dimaggio?</title><summary>It took me a long time to realize that it's not our country any more. -- Dalton Hammond</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/2700213377632831498?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/2700213377632831498?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-did-you-go-joe-dimaggio.html" title="Where did you go, Joe Dimaggio?" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDR3k9fCp7ImA9WxFREk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-8819372403334749283</id><published>2010-04-25T17:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:02:56.764-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-25T17:02:56.764-04:00</app:edited><title>Frequent Flier</title><summary>I started saving Frequent Flier miles because it cost $500 to fly cross-country  and back. Now, years later, I have enough FF miles to fly cross-country  round-trip FREE...but it'll cost $500 for my baggage. Dalton Hammond</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/8819372403334749283?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/8819372403334749283?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2010/04/frequent-flier.html" title="Frequent Flier" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQBRXo_eCp7ImA9WxBVEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-6176842720719212897</id><published>2010-02-15T21:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:29:14.440-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-15T21:29:14.440-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Recipes" /><title>Dalton Hammond's Perfect Fried Chicken</title><summary>Note: This recipe solves the age-old problem of how to batter the chicken for a flaky, crunchy crust -- D.H.DALTON'S PERFECT FRIED CHICKEN DRUMETTES OR WINGSPrep Time: 15 minCook Time: 30 minServes:    2 servings (6 to 10 Wings)Ingredients   * Oil, for deep frying   * 1/2 cup buttermilk   * 1 tablespoon Emeril's Essence   * 1/2 cup flour   * 1 tablespoon paprika   * 1 tablespoon salt   * 1/4 </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/6176842720719212897?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/6176842720719212897?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2010/02/dalton-hammonds-perfect-fried-chicken.html" title="Dalton Hammond's Perfect Fried Chicken" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEICQn08eip7ImA9WxBVEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-1757091581797681768</id><published>2010-02-13T10:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:56:03.372-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-13T10:56:03.372-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Humor" /><title>STOPPING BY COURSE NO. 1 ON A SNOWY MORNING</title><summary> STOPPING BY COURSE NO. 1 ON A SNOWY MORNING Which green this is I think I know,I’m not quite sure, with all this  snow.My partner’s ball is in the treesIn cold wet stuff up to his  knees. He sighs and moans to show his griefAnd asks if he can take relief.I  nod OK, but how’d I knowHe’d leave a patch of yellow snow?©2010, Dalton Hammond</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/1757091581797681768?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/1757091581797681768?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2010/02/stopping-by-course-no-1-on-snowy.html" title="STOPPING BY COURSE NO. 1 ON A SNOWY MORNING" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QDR3Y_cSp7ImA9WhdUFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-7127886799808915534</id><published>2010-02-07T00:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T19:22:56.849-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-01T19:22:56.849-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Comments" /><title>ELECTIONMAGEDDON</title><summary>

Obama thought he was cute, calling the blizzard a 'Snowmageddon'.


A lot of folks think what Obama and the Democratic party really need to fear is:

"Electionmageddon"


-- Dalton HammondBe sure to visit http://electionmageddon.weebly.com/index.html

THE DOMAIN NAME "ELECTIONMAGEDDON.COM" IS FOR SALE. 
Email  domaininfo@electionmageddon.com</summary><link rel="related" href="http://electionmageddon.weebly.com/index.html" title="ELECTIONMAGEDDON" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/7127886799808915534?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/7127886799808915534?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2010/02/electionmageddon.html" title="ELECTIONMAGEDDON" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4ARHw-cSp7ImA9WxBWEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-2574641574410219286</id><published>2010-02-01T21:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:42:25.259-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T11:42:25.259-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Comments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Golf" /><title>Tiger Woods Won't Be Back</title><summary>Tiger won't be coming back.You can bet on it. Tiger Woods isn't coming back. He wouldn't be the first to withdraw completely from public view. Think of Howard Hughes or J.D. Salinger.He has nothing to return to but humiliation and jeers. Certainly neither Tiger nor his bride have any interest in getting back together, so that's out. He doesn't need the money, and his career train is so completely</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/2574641574410219286?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/2574641574410219286?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiger-woods-wont-be-back.html" title="Tiger Woods Won't Be Back" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcDSXkyfSp7ImA9WxNUEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-94553271961740894</id><published>2009-11-01T14:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:17:58.795-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-01T14:17:58.795-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Comments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Golf" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Humor" /><title>Golf Root Rule</title><summary>[Inspired by the 2009 World Series] Sec. IV, p. 4 -- "A  golf ball resting on a tree root must be played as it lies unless it struck a TV  camera, in which case it is a home run."-- DALTON HAMMOND</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/94553271961740894?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/94553271961740894?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2009/11/golf-root-rule.html" title="Golf Root Rule" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUINRnc9eSp7ImA9WxNUEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-9039482865926553655</id><published>2009-10-03T22:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:26:37.961-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-01T14:26:37.961-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Astronomy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Photos" /><title>Moon over the 10th tee</title><summary>Don't believe anything you see on the internet.The 2009 Harvest Moon — the full moon falling closest to the autumn equinox — did rise in front of the 10th tee around dusk tonight but it didn’t look anything like this. The picture above is a PhotoShopped composite of 3 different pictures I took and edited in order to present a more pleasing visual image. The moon shown is 300% larger than the </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/9039482865926553655?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/9039482865926553655?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-believe-anything-you-see-on.html" title="Moon over the 10th tee" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/SsgE6socjvI/AAAAAAAAANc/mWwSR7q4Ef4/s72-c/Harvest+Moon+rises+above+10th+tee+lo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EHSHwyeSp7ImA9WxNXE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529926.post-5721471155639073475</id><published>2009-09-30T21:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:53:59.291-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-30T22:53:59.291-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Astronomy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Photos" /><title>Unidentified object crosses face of the moon</title><summary>The other night I was minding my own business taking a movie of the lunar crater Archimedes when someTHING flew right through my field of view. I ran predictions for several hundred known earth satellites and none were likely candidates.What could it have been? It must have been a satellite, an aircraft would have appeared much larger. The time was 9:37 PM on September 27, 2009 in Pinehurst, NC.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/5721471155639073475?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529926/posts/default/5721471155639073475?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daltonhammond.blogspot.com/2009/09/unidentified-object-crosses-face-of.html" title="Unidentified object crosses face of the moon" /><author><name>Dalton Hammond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11472413289604254034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uTu9YIXe70M/TSpyozGEW8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UY0IZ_Jif_8/S220/Cowboy%2BBob%2B-%2BHead.jpg" /></author></entry></feed>

