NSA Scenes from 2003

    I travel the world (well, ok, just the United States) with a fine group of people who have the same weird life as I. Since I often speak of them, here are some photos of the group. This is my home away from home and these are pictures of my friends in action.

    Many of the captions contain inside jokes that may perplex you. If you don't get it then it wasn't intended for your edification. You may call or email me for an explanation. However, I warn you that I may not answer. I will not rat out my friends. What happens here stays here, except for the incriminating photos.

(As usual, click on the little picture to see the big picture)

Bob Faux does the Hula describing where, when and why FedEx comes to St. Louis on a Friday.

It was a moving experience. You should have been there.


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So what do we do when we're on the way to the next city? 

Sometimes we stop.

Sometimes we drink. 

Sometimes we stop and drink.

Sometimes we're just happy!

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We didn't just drink. We ate, too, thanks to Steve and his rollicking' crew.
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Ok, so we have a weird sense of humor, too.
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Lisa just can't get enough of 'em.
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You just never know who you're going to meet coming out of the restroom at a rest stop. Talk about weird... 

Do you think Dave's happy to see Rebecca or that he's happy because he had a meaningful experience in the restroom?

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Thank god for our truck driver...oops, I mean Mark. 

Sorry Mark.


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Larry started it, mom. I swear he did. Then he forced Bob to join him in the stupid hat game.
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Larry still wins. Bob has too much dignity to pull off a convincing stupid hat day.

Reg, on the other hand....

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I swear that I've never seen Reg drink anything stronger than milk. Ok, occasionally chocolate milk.

What got into him?

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The crowd was watching Mike tell them about Teresa's past, which was quite a past, wasn't it?
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I don't know why Carol wanted this photo but here it is. I wouldn't want to be seen with Larry. 
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The group is watching Teresa Land's birthday celebration dedication.
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Never let it be said that we don't have fun or have a sense of humor. Of course, Bob may not think it's funny, but the look on any of his faces seems to contradict that notion.
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One of the nice things about NSA is how well we treat the hired help. Here is just another truck driver on his daily rounds. Notice the sickly smile on his face? Ask him why!
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Why do these guys not appear happy? They have popcorn and soda and it's a slow day in the annex. I was ecstatic.
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Sing it: "You light up my life..." Here are shots of Dave's sartorial excellence. Usually I reserve my accolades for his tie-dyed ensemble but this imitation of a '56 Chevy I once owned deserves its own space. Dave doesn't understand that I only give a 3 shot block to people I really respect. If he ever appears naked, he will get his own page... hell, maybe even his own website!
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Lisa before (L) and after (R) her Photoshop surgery. She had a chest reconstruction. 
(Heck... on Lisa it was almost a complete room addition.) 
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The Famous Tongue and The Famous Cup. 
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We had dinner with Bonnie in Birmingham.

(I just liked the sound of that phrase.)

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Janita with her own head.
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Truly a God among Men. Bob is the only man I have a shrine to in my office. It is because he really demonstrates fearlessness and creativity in self-deprecation. 
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These guys are having way too little fun, donchathink?
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I did a meeting with Ray's wife Larraine. She's great! So is he.
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Steve is a shell of his former self. I would like to look this good but I'd have to stop eating first. No way, no how.
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Ah, Gary. That's all we can say. Ah... Gary.

(Is there anyone alive in the business who doesn't have an American Ad Bag in their office, closet, trunk, garage, showroom or storage facility?)

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I think I saw Eddie angry once. I'm not sure, but it might have happened.
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What a full row looks like. Some are much worse. On a hot day in a crowded hotel, you get a taste of what hell must be like for suppliers who don't go where dogs go when they die..
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Maxwell is my bestest road buddy. Everybody likes her. 
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Steve Green speaks with one of our suppliers who is in the Witless Protection Program and can't be shown.


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Our women are very protective of our men. I believe they got him matching black briefs to go with the mask they force him to wear. 
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Debbie thinks this is her best side.
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Hey Jay... Guess who Frank is on the phone with?
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Frank without Jay hanging off his ear.
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It's ok, Frank. Thanks for smiling, Phena.
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Gary, what Gary? We don't need no stinkin' Gary. We got Steve.
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Whynot Minot?
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Our brain trust is plotting something, dontchathink?


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