Good news, driver, now get out there and make some smoke!
Big Fat Daddy
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The grunts used to call it "Humper-Liggett". Been there -- done that..got the spent shells to prove it.
Saw a bumper sticker the other day said: "I found Jesus...he was hiding in my trunk and the border."
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I had the opportunity to work with a lot of lieutenants during my military career. Some of them were good, some not so good. Most of them were trained in college ROTC programs, a lesser number were West Point grads, and the lowest number of them were enlisted to begin with and then went to OCS to get their commissions. I won't go into how they earned their reputation for doing dumb stuff, I will say briefly that, in many cases, it is e
Oh Brother, I went through all this a few years ago...in the end I wound up on a front-end loader for a few months, then the lay-offs started. I wound up taking the early retirement and here I am. I wish you better luck than I had with all that crap.
Thanks for the comment...and the memories. H-L is probably still around, they had a big equipment testing facility there and I can't see that being scrapped. Yep, it was hot in summer, cold in winter and never had spring or fall. Like all training areas, accidental deaths happen now and again, unfortunately. But the beat goes on, NGs and ARs are still humping those 60% grades and looking for shade.
Hunter-Liggett is a military reservation about 60-70 miles south of Fort Ord, CA. Anyone who spent any time in the 7th Infantry Division in the seventies, eighties, or nineties is very familiar with the place; it is the primary training area for the division and its support units. I have spent a lot of time there over the years; I was very familiar with the terrain and foliage, the ranges and impact areas, and the routes in and out of it. <
2009...1975
Three, One, Two Two, Three, One I got up yesterday and when I chopped an onion for my omelet, the onio
The late Kate Wolfe, a traditional folk voice of the seventies, had a song that I dearly love about Pacheco, a pass I have been up and down a hundred or more times. On the same album she sang a song about a Red-Tailed Hawk where she mentions the "Golden, rolling hills of California". When I think about California nowdays, I don't see beaches or palm trees...I see those rolling hills of central California in the morning sun; they are covered with wheat- col
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Mason: I think Doc feels like the hippies were more principled than the occupiers of today and in that sense I may agree, to an extent. The extent that the kids of the sixties were sold a bill of goods by KGB plants and activists...oh wait...so have the occupiers! Maybe they are more alike than Doc thinks.
I guess I was running up against a different tribe of hippies, Doc. I never found any redeeming qualities to them at all.
I am not so nostalgic about the hippies, I didn't identify the different sects, didn't even know there were any. I do love the music, most of it. The musicals, not so much. An awful lot of the music of the time has become cliche today...we hear Zepplin in commercials selling cars and solid old blues licks selling viagra....but it still holds <a href="http://up...it
Basal Cell Carcinoma is the least aggressive...almost non-aggressive...cancer you can get on your skin. Left unattended it will continue to be an open sore or red spot for a long time with out spreading anywhere else, it also can get pretty ugly in time. Best to get it out before it grows, I guess. Yep, it is mostly genes.
Tess: Good story. Around here, we have a few feral cats running loose but they keep the rodent population in check. Back then, in California, we had a couple of cats but I killed them because I didn't know that cats loooooovvvveee anti-freeze and I was careless with a container of it. Sigh...shoulda fed it to the gopher. Thanks for stopping by, hope to see you again.
They are sprouting up all over the Springs lately...some are good ideas...some not so much. :)
Curly: Miss you a whole bunch...gotta get over there soon. Doc: I am not really complaining, I know it's free, I just don't like the new iteration. I am a creature of habit and I cut my teeth here under the old format. As for the cancer, my Dermatologist says my problem is the sun...but my experience is that some folks get it some don't. I have friends who, like me, grew up kicking sand around beaches and running around half-naked and they don't get it. Fo
Doc: Presidio is a heavenly place. My uncle used to be the Provost Marshal when Fort Mason was still open...beautiful place. Lula: As weird as it sounds, I have some fond memories of Hood, my son was stationed there for some time and we visited a couple times...enjoyed visiting...would not want to live there.
Thanks, Doc...good to see you around.
Several years ago I had a discussion with the City Traffic Engineer about certain intersections and why the traffic at those intersectios was so screwed up, especially at rush hour. In a nutshell, the intersections had dedicated right turn lanes next to a left turn/straight ahead lane. Thin
Sour moods have dominated the last month or so. People I care about in our cyber-world are dropping off the grid for one reason or another. I know that some have had really painful experiences on the net; some have caused pain, others have received it. I feel like the little kid hiding in the closet listening to the adults screaming at each other...or more like one of the most famous receivers of real world pain said, "Can't we all just get along?"</
Fort Hood, Texas in 1971 was a dump...literally. Soldiers returning from Vietnam who had more than six months left on their enlistment were sent somewhere to finish their time. If they had less than six months left they were just given a "drop" (early discharge) and sent home. Many posts in the States were full of soldiers who fit into the first category. And many of them were bitter because sometimes it was only a matter of a few days that decided if th