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…
That’s a good question Paula. Back in the early 90’s I chatted on Bulletin Board Systems (BBS). You had to dial them up directly with a modem and usually only had a hand full of lines. They were also only local. It was still a blast and I met some really good friends that I still have today through them. I also met my second wife on a BBS, whom (did I use that right?) I don’t still have today,…
Don’t let that featured image scare you. I know it’s sparkly but there won’t be any angsty teenage vampires in this post. Tom over at Tom Being Tom, nominated me for a Sunshine Award! Thanks Tom! Tom and I have recently become friends in the blogosphere. He’s a great guy and we have a similar writing styles that often see us breaking the fourth wall. We have a lot of common interests; dogs, superhero comics and movies, and the love…
I got to spend the Valentine’s Day weekend up in my beloved Mountains with my wife and best friend, Michelle, and our two children, Sawyer, and Finn. They are furry four-legged children. The trip was awesome! I didn’t want to come home and thought very seriously about running away. But then I wouldn’t be able to afford internet service anymore and I didn’t want to deprive y’all of my presence. So I reluctantly returned home. We met a couple with…
I recently posted a story about where I ended up doing the right thing in the end. I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea about me, so now I’ll post one where I didn’t listen to the little angel on my shoulder. As a matter of fact, I don’t even remember the angel even showing up for this one. It was December 25th 1980-something and I got a Walkman for Christmas. Remember those? I went everywhere with that…
Why do I love Mark Zuckerber and that other guy, I think his name is Eduardo Something? Because they invented Facebook. You might have heard about it. It’s a place where we can show people what we are eating. It’s a place where we can post selfies of our duck face. It’s a place where we can fight about our political views. It’s a place we can spend hours and hours on and get absolutely nothing done. It’s the social…