Originally Posted by
unkchunk
I didn't know that. Gee, now I'm feeling insignificant and all. Not my fault there is nothing important here. Wait... there is the Bicycle Playing Card Company! Take that place out and Vegas has to shut down because they can't get new decks. And it's bicycle related so this is a valid post.
Yep, all the playing cards are made here. Think of it, no 21, no poker, no gin rummy, no old maid, no bridge, no fish, no war.
Lithium?
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This is Africa, 1943. War spits out its violence overhead and the sandy graveyard swallows it up. Her name is King Nine, B-25, medium bomber, Twelfth Air Force. On a hot, still morning she took off from Tunisia to bomb the southern tip of Italy. An errant piece of flak tore a hole in a wing tank and, like a wounded bird, this is where she landed, not to return on this day, or any other day.