Hey, Giddy Mac, if you really miss all that stuff, come on down to the Swirling Epicenter...you just described it to a T.
Big Fat Daddy
HBW already stole my thunder. The fact is, taught to me by the Wanderer, that kids will grow up and eat alot and get bigger and stronger and go off to wander on their own and father little wanderers and wanerettes totally without benefit of a single pea. Don't go to war over la-la; Enjoy the uniqueness of that wonderful little boy and feed him what he will eat. An aside: my sister wouldn't be caught dead eating green beans...but she gobble
Nice... I'm glad the reindeer pelts I got weren't urine cures... Remember...this had to be at least 50 years ago.
Homecomings were always special. Some of the cruises lasted a year or more and the Chief always came home with neat stuff, alligator purses from Cuba...Toys from Japan or Hong Kong...lots of tailored clothes from Hong Kong, too...always something. Except for the big Greenland cruise. That time he came home empty handed...so did all the guys in the machine shop. He
BJ Littlefield loved Squoshi...everybody loved her...but she loved BJ. Squoshi means little in Japanese. She was small and pretty and I loved her, too. BJ was a huge North Carolina football player who wound up in the Navy and working for the Chief aboard the Mighty Etai (etai means "ouch" in Japanese...our nickname for the Etlah, AN-79, a worn out old net tender th
To show the armadillo it COULD be done.
Good Job...ditto all the good stuff above. Now follow up with a call or letter to the owners. I know a lot of folks think that complaints fall on deaf ears (or blind eyes)...but let'em know anyway. Say..about 20 copies ought to do it.
I once listened to a rap song all the way through. Stay low and don't bunch up. and...what was the question?
If you wander long enough and meet enough people along the way, you may begin to get jaded and believe that there are just so many types of people. You change the hair color or the eyebrow shape or weight or height but basically there are a limited number of "types" in the world. You know you've met people and said to yourself, "he's just like______" , fill in the b
The Chief spent his whole Navy career on ships. The only shore duty he ever had was the diving barge in San Diego and that was afloat. So when we left Hawaii in 1962 to return to San Diego, he assumed he would get another ship to finish out his 20. Wrong. He was assigned to North Island NAS to a desk...in the safety office. No more diving, or metal craft, or any
Good story, and here's to sleeping late! Yeah! For forty years I've had a righteous excuse to hit that snooze bar just one more time.
Not all of the sea stories I heard as a kid were from the Chief. This one came from my buddy Bobby's dad, the one who got us the job at Bloc Arena on Pearl. He was one of those WWII vets with apparent baggage but I never saw him act out on it. He was kind of sour alot of the time, but he really loved telling this story. In the south Pacific somewhere, e
Happy belated birthday. If this were a birthday greeting, it would be late...but since it is a belated birthday greeting, it's right on time. OH...what day is this? I am so confused.
It was January 22, 1966, at 0400 (4 AM for civilians, for you marines that is when Mickey's big hand is on the twelve and his little hand is on the four). I had arrived in-country on Christmas Day 1965 and pulled guard duty that night (the new arrivals were the only ones sober enough to do it...subject for another article sometime). I spent New Years at the 69th Sig
The latest backwash from this is that about 40 full time employees of PT's church are losing their jobs cause the money just ain't comin' in no more. The is also a huge uproar over the cash out continuing...I have to ask that burning, all important question..."SO WHAT?"
Here in the Swirling Epicenter of Hate we have been treated to an event that has had national coverage...way too much national coverage for my taste. As I have told you before, we have earned the nickname for our fair burg because of the many churches and churchy organizations and their enemies and counter groups that seem to congregate here in the shadow of the big
I remember when polio was a disease without a cure and crippled thousands of kids every year. Vaccines fixed that. I remember when smallpox vaccinations were mandatory. Sometime in the seventies we found out that the chances of having a bad reaction to the vaccine were much higher than contracting the disease any where in the WORLD...so they quit doing it. Vaccines did the job. Now I hear that mumps, measles, and whooping cough are making a come
Or you could call your dad and find out why he never took you fishin'.
How do you spell "whoyah"?
A cyclo is a loveseat in front and a motorcycle in back. They were mostly ancient two stroke engines notorious for fouling their spark plugs. It was common to see a GI sitting patiently in the seat while the driver squatted down by the engine, filing and blowing on the plug. I told you all that so I could tell you this. There had been a rash of crowd bombi
Good to hear from you HW. I got a lotta more.
He was in between flights at an airport somewhere, late at night, the place was practically deserted. He found a little bar in the terminal and dropped his seabag by the door and headed for the bar. Too late he noticed three soldiers at a rear table, blouses (that's coats to the uninformed) off and obviously had a good head start on getting a beer. The Ch
In 1961 I had a part time job at the Block Arena on the base at Pearl Harbor. Pretty simple job...after sporting events were over and all the sailors had left the arena, my best buddy Bobby (his dad got us the gig) and I would pick up the empty beer cans and put them into the empty cardboard cases. Now, if you are too young to remember or know this, beer cans in th
who are you really? Read your "masterpiece" poem...it was less than masterful and it didn''t sound like a poem to me. But one thing came through loud and clear...you are looney tunes.