It seems to me- as long as you have a privacy fence- you should be able to strut around- particulary if you have a pool or spa to be naked in your own backyard- but tanning and small chores as well. Even if your neighbors have two story homes that can peer into your backyard.

I got into this conversation because some people I know got into trouble running around naked at night- in their own pool area with a few back lights from the house exposing them. One of the neighbors got mad that their children were able to see them.

I seems like if you take normal precautions to keep it hidden- as you cannot build a 30 foot fence around your house. Most cities say you have to have them under 12- 10 and even eight feet anyways because it s a restriction otherwise.

I have a 2007 Mini Cooper with 10-000 miles. I need my front right strut repaired? Shouldnt they replace the left and right?

looking for info on replacing the struts on a 92 eldo any procedure sites? is it very hard? special tools etc any help greatly appreciated. i have had decent luck so far with this site..

Have you ever felt as if you were broke? Poor as in a way of having no house- no money- and no one; no one who understands you and who you really are? Even if you hold up a sad depressing sign- saying ‘I’m Homeless- I’m Hungry- Help!’ people ignore you as if it’s all a stupid lie.

This morning- the urban Manhattan culture was sparking people’s imaginations. Especially mine. People strutted the streets- living their lives as God had told them to. Nothing could stop them. Nothing could stop me. Though I was just a tiny pin dot out of all of them. A pin dot- that life’s mysterious ego had plans for- that day.
All was calm in New York that morning. But something was going to happen. Something.
There was one thing in that city that many souls were not noticing. It was the puzzling legend of the homeless people roaming the streets. No one looked at them. No one cared for them. It was a lost cause.
But that morning was the beginning of something I will never forget
No one knew what was going to happen…not even me.
Serendipity was about to take over my life. And that doesn’t even begin to cover IT.
IT is something that I now call- ‘my side of the story.’ Its something that I am one day planning on showing the world.
But at some point- I end up emotionally like a poor person; feeling as if what I am is all a stupid lie.

This is how it started: I was dead watchful in the back seat of the car.
“Daddy-”
“Yeah?”
“You gonna help that poor person with the sign?”
“No-”
“Why?”
“Because…it might be a lie.”
“How could it be a lie?”
“Because- some of them are millionaires and just dress up and beg for money to make themselves a fortune- while others are homeless and hungry. You can never find out what the real truth is.”

This was the day my life flipped. This was the day- that without knowing- I set out on some sort of quest: “What’s the truth to life? Not a stupid lie?” The poor people
And for just a quick second- I did get this “chill” tear through this little section of me- underneath my heart. Beyond the hot dog stands- alert people- and active city life- that bizarre culture gave me the hitting thrill I didn’t expect to get.
Something was going to happen. No one knew. No one cared. But now- everyone seems to wish they did.

I have a 1997 Ford Windstar and the other day while it was parked in the driveway we heard a noise- thought it came from the van. The very next day- go in it and while pulling out of the driveway and turning left- we heard noises coming from the left front tire area. We only hear the noises while turning the steering wheel and while going over bumps in the road. And it appears that the drivers side of the van sits slightly lower. Could this be a shock- strut problem? Or something else. Is it ok to drive the van? Last but not least- is this expensive?