When we last left our intrepid sailor he was trapped in a spooky old elevator at a hotel on Martinique island during a hurricane. Halfway between the first and second floor all the lights in the elevator went out! The elevator came to a stop and there I was in darkness. What was I going to do? There certainly wasn’t an emergency phone in this ancient elevator. I didn’t know if power to the hotel had been knocked out by…
Do you remember where you were during Hurricane Hortense in 1996? Probably not, since that storm never made landfall in the continental U.S. I, however, was not in the continental U.S. in September of 1996 and I remember that bitch well. I was in the Navy and serving a shore duty tour at the Fleet Technical Support Center in Mayport, FL. As a radar technician it was my job to go to ships that had broken gear and help fix…
For the backstory on this series of posts see here. My sixth post in this series. Only 636 more to go. If the world ends due to mass corona virus hysteria it will give me an excuse for not finishing this self appointed assignment in my lifetime. OK, randomly flipping the page… to this one! Your worst experience on an airplane. Oh man, as someone who has done A LOT of traveling for my job, I have a plethora of experiences…
If you spend time in the outdoors, eventually something will go wrong. It’s a law of nature. But if you survive, those epic failures become the best stories! We’ve all read about amazing accomplishments in the wild, but now it’s time to tell us about the not-so-great times and what you learned from them. Share your best #EpicTrailFail stories on your own page, include this paragraph as a header, and then provide a link in the comments [here] or [here]….
No, there can be more, swords that is. Fair warning. This one is probably going to be boring for some of you. ‘Nuff said. We recently had some plumbing issues (no it’s not a plumbing story) and while the plumber was here he commented on some swords I had hanging on my walls. I am an amateur sword collector. Amateur being the keyword there as I don’t have any thousand year old swords that have been folded 200 times or…
I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day,And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wearA nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain;Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me,But only God can make a tree. By Joyce Kilmer We had to…