Monthly Archives: March 2015
Have you ever had a trip where so many things went wrong…it got to be comical? I have been scanning some old slides to digital, and this batch brought back a flood of memories.
The statute of limitations has expired, and for the purposes of this article I will refer to my 3 friends as Larry, Moe & Curly. As for me?
I considered myself very lucky for the brief time I was in the Army in the early 70s. On the “Dream Sheet” I said that I wanted to be a photographer, and stationed in Japan.
I guess that’s why they call it the “dream sheet” because I ended up as a radar operator in Germany who communicated with missile batteries.
That assignment was the best of the best because the Army would go by alphabetized names on the roster when filling positions around the world.
This is the first post I read from Lex…I wanted to read more.
By lex, on August 17th, 2008
It’s funny sometimes, the little things. One of the Hobbit’s friends is out of town and her daughter – one of the Kat’s friends – has been staying with us for the last cuppla. Good kid.
You’d never get the impression from the Kat that she gives a fig about whatever experiences her parents have got in their wake. Any advice based on lessons learned is subjected to varsity eyeball rolling. Please. Things are so different today. And so on.
This was requested, among others, by a long-time Lexican. In the coming days, I’ll post his requests (what I can find) and some of my own favorites. If others also have requests, just let me know.
Politics and faith
By lex, on February 15th, 2004
Been turning things over in my head for a few months, but some of the things I’ve been reading, hearing and
seeing lately have taken me to the conclusion that for certain secularized elements of the polity, zealous faith
in their political beliefs has filled that spot inside their souls which used to, or ought to, or might have been
occupied by the spiritual.
Last Friday and Saturday, Lexicans from near and far converged on Shakespeare’s in San Diego to celebrate his life. I talked with a man who worked with Lex after his Navy time and asked him what Lex would think about all this.
“Well”, he said, ” Lex would laugh and say you were all crazy. But he would be flattered!”
It wasn’t a somber moment but a time with lots of stories and laughter.