By lex, on May 27th, 2007
The fact that an EMT technician was available at the Del Mar Show Park this weekend.
The even more improbable fact that his services remained uncalled for. And that people tell your correspondent that, no, really – he looks fine in gray hair. Really.
And a new entry in the “Name that Occasional Reader Contest” – I believe we’re up to three now.
The year is 1980.
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By lex, on April 23rd, 2007
Mine was the third class at the US Naval Academy to admit female students as midshipmen, which perhaps explains why we were the first not to be subjected to the long-lived and infamous tradition of the “Tea Fight” at Dahlgren Hall. Dahlgren was the on-campus hockey rink that doubled (off season) as a kind of dance hall and social headquarters. A good account of Tea Fight tradition can be found at the class history entry for the USNA class of 1968:
By lex, on April 3rd, 2007
In the beginning was the jacket, and the jacket was precious on account of the “been there, done that” patches, but it got left behind.
And the Training Officer found the aforementioned bit of flight gear laying adrift, and like any good Training Officer he made things right. And that’s when the unassailable court of squadron opinion was benched:
The evidence –
By lex, on April 1st, 2007
I’m sorry to have to share this with you, but it looks like we may have to amend the terms of our relationship: I guess I finally crossed the line. Something I wrote earlier in the week offended some Very Important People who made official representation of their objections through political channels and finally down through my chain of command. I got the call yesterday – it’s never good news to get called by your boss on a Saturday. Had to happen eventually I suppose, but I kind of hoped my tattered veil of anonymity could outlast my active service.
By lex, on March 25th, 2007
We were to meet at 0700 at the church parking lot, so it was with cattle prod in hand that I went to summon the Biscuit from the land of nod at 0630 on a Saturday morning, only to be met with the familiar-as-my-own-heartbeat but nevertheless heart-rending wail of “Five more minutes!”
Very well, says I, five more minutes, but when I come back you’ll need to spring to action!
By lex, on January 1st, 2007
And my head, she hurts.
Your correspondent has well and truly earned his personality type – INTJ – and most especially the initial “I.” It was therefore with some trepidation, not to say mulish foot dragging, that he was shepherded out of doors last night for to go to a New Year’s Eve celebration hosted by the parents of one of our daughter’s friends. But the Hobbit had made a social commitment that was not to be forsworn and “You’ll have fun,” she said and I suppose in a way I did.
By lex, on December 15th, 2006
dwas makes the funny at the expense of A-4 pilots. I’m assuming he means people who flew scooters in the fleet. Not us younger types. Anyway:
He was a ragged looking old man who shuffled into the bar that afternoon. Ragged , fat old geezer, walked like he had no feeling left in his peripheral neuropathy diabetic legs, his arthritic hands shook as he took the “Piano Player Wanted” sign from the window and gave it to the bartender.
“I’d like to apply for the job,” Ken said.