By lex, on November 15th, 2007
One of the things I’ve told my daughters to look for when they venture out into the world and date, you know: Men – is that not all of them are the people they’ll present themselves to be. Some of them will be good folks, and some of them less so. It’s really hard to tell the difference between the two while they’re trying to woo you. There are good men out there. But men can be swine.
I know from men.
Daughters: How do you tell the good guys from the users, dad?
Your Correspondent: Here’s a hint: When he takes you out to dinner, don’t pay so much attention to the way he treats you. He’s trying to impress you. If you want to know how he’ll treat you when the time for impressing you is over, watch the way he treats the waitress. That’ll show you what kind of person he is inside, whether his heart is in the right place, or whether he’s only faking it until he gets what he wants.
I think that’s pretty good advice.
Back To The Index
By lex, on August 8th, 2007
It is always perilous to psychoanalyze at a remove, far more so for the mere enthusiast to apply himself to the task, lacking – as he customarily will – the mind-numbing (not to say soul-destroying) professional jargon to go along with the Pee. Haitch. Dee.
The troll phenomenon is only of cyclical interest to normals and – not least because I apply the term to myself in this instance – I use that definition pretty broadly. But for reasons of my own, and under full awareness that sometimes “naming calls,” my interest is once again piqued.
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 July 5th, 2006
I’m starting to feel the clock wind down, just that little bit. I’ve had my last cat shot, my last trap, I’ve dropped my last bomb and gunned my last JO. Two more years makes 26, and 26 is a good place to get off, if you’re not going any further, and the truth of it is that I’m not: Took myself off the up-track last year, not that I was moving very quickly down those rails. Which pretty much leaves me on the “out-track,” once I’ve finished the tour I’m in. Not that I couldn’t hang around for another set of orders, if something extra special came up. Just that I probably won’t. You’ve got to make hay while the sun’s shining, and old Sol’s getting pretty low on the horizon.
Right now I’m just sitting at an In N’ Out waiting for my cheeseburger.
I just went for my monthly blood test at our local VA. On my way into the building a young woman was exiting with a leg prothesis. She had lost her leg almost at the hip.
People like her make me very humble about my own military service. Here I ended up traveling over most of Europe when I wasn’t in a radar bunker talking to missile batteries in Germany.
Some gave a lot more than others; some gave all.
By lex, on October 15th, 2007
Got this in the email inbox today:
YOUR REQUEST TO BE TRANSFERRED TO THE RETIRED LIST WAS APPROVED BY THE SECRETARY OF THE NAVY EFFECTIVE 01 AUG 2008. ON 01 AUG 2008 YOU WILL BE TRANSFERRED TO THE RETIRED LIST WITH THE GRADE OF CAPT AND WITH RETIRED PAY OF CAPT, PURSUANT TO PROVISIONS OF 10 U.S.C. SEC. 6323.
– PROCEED TO HOME OF SELECTION. REGARD RELIEVED OF ALL ACTIVE DUTY EFFECTIVE AT 2400 ON DATE OF DETACHMENT.
– EFFECTIVE UPON BEING TRANSFERRED TO RETIRED LIST YOUR DESIGNATOR IS CHANGED TO 1313.
– YOUR DEDICATED SERVICE TO THE NAVY AND YOUR COUNTRY IS DEEPLY APPRECIATED. MAY YOU ENJOY EVERY SUCCESS AND HAPPINESS IN THE FUTURE.
REAR ADMIRAL, U. S. NAVY
COMMANDER NAVY PERSONNEL COMMAND
Yay! This is what I asked for.
Why does it feel like somebody died?
I haven’t been here in awhile lately and I should not be that way. Today’s announcement is part of that journey of life. I finally had to call it being a Crew Chief in the 416 AMU.
Among The Joshua Trees
I am a Tool Room Attendant.
No more flight line or jets for me.
The foot issues enabled me to obtain a reasonable accomodation to get off the line.
For the record:
ACC on 83-1120, 80-3666, 80-0584 and 88-0445. DCC for a time on 88-0456.
It was a good run. Father Time finally let me know that it was time to do something else not as strenuous, as well did my doctor..
The main bragging point: Oldest Crew Chief on the Line at Red Flag 12-2 at the age of 57!
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