So....did you actually READ the thread as it progressed?
* Why yes I did. I read every post, in order, including where Egon asked a question that I didn't understand and you went non-linear quarreling with him. It is obvious that there is some history here but I don't really have a stake in who fired the first shot he said she said etc. It is also obvious that if Sound Guy is scratched that you bleed and that is fine with me too, friends can be a wonderful thing.
Doesn't appear so.
* WHY NOT? Can't I read a post and make my own interpretation. Am I automatically wrong because I don't get into lockstep[ with you?
Egon's question was... And guess what. If he starts up AGAIN, it will get personal AGAIN.
* Whatever... There there now, I'm sure your dorsal fin is taller than Egon's.
So here we are..... You don't like what I said,
* Actually I didn't like or dislike what you said I just pointed out that your claim of not being personal seemed disingenuous at best. I neither liked or disliked your comments.
I don't like what Egon said........
* OK, that is sure one of your perogatives.
In the same line of reasoning as the original question I posed to Egon,how is YOUR post any different than ym first one directed to Egon.
Sorry but I can't comment on your last bit above as I don't understand how it fits in. I am not attacking your buddy. I am not attacking you or anyone else. I wasn't even defending Egon. I simply pointed out your claim to not making a personal attack seemed to be bogus.
I also allowed as how I was learning from and enjoying the thread (this was largely due to SoundGuy's encyclopedic command of all things ancient in tractorland.
I'd be far happier to have the thread proceed as BEFORE you felt the need to protect the shrinking violet we all know to be incapable of his own defense due to overwhelming conscientious objections to disagreement in any form.
How would that be? Return to the enjoyment prior to the trip to the wood shed or do a few more pages of he said she said, who threw the first spitwad.. but his was bigger and wetter than my spitwad... wah! wah! wah!
Pat