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Not much went to plan this morning. I called an audible and decided not to take my car until Monday. I just took her to work and then went to the shop. Funny thing happened along the way. I stopped at a gas station on the way there but they didn't have what I wanted so I went straight back to the car. Pushed the button and bells rang and a little picture on the dash said there was no key. She still had it in her purse. I was dead in the water about a half mile from the shop. It was 58°, windy and drizzling rain. Wearing my shorts and polo rainsuit, I took off walking to the shop.

Their guy gave me a ride to her building and she met me down on the corner with the key. Life's a garden, dig it.
 
Good morning D-League.

When I was in Kentucky last weekend I was going through some old boxes in my parents' attic and found a book I had read when I was about 14 - Audie Murphy's autobiography "To Hell and Back."

I didn't expect much out of it but was bored and started reading a few pages. It's a remarkable story. And not the extravagant acts of heroism for which he won so many medals. What he really captured is the daily misery, tedium and terror of being stalemated at Anzio for four months. In that period he wasn't winning major medals. But what every man in his squad endured was heartbreaking.

The book just has his name on the cover, but it feels professionally written, so I researched it a little. He had a ghost writer, of course. They went back and retraced all the places Murphy fought, and the writer took reams of notes about what Audie could recall and fashioned it all into a very vivid account.

As I read this book I keep asking myself how I'd have performed under the same circumstances, and that's not an easy question to answer. And I'm not talking about winning a box of medals, just sticking it out and not cracking. I have a son the same age as Murphy was then. He's got a strong character and I think he's tough enough. But man am I glad he's not facing what those guys faced.

Amen, brother!

That's a great book. I highly recommend it. And Audie Murphy was a great American hero. His name should be in every history book in American schools and American kids should know that name from a very early age. But sadly that isn't the case. I went on my kid's 8th Grade trip to D.C. as a chaperone. Not only did the majority of the kids not know who Murphy was...almost none of the teachers knew who he was either. Un-effing-believable!!! But I made sure the entire bus load that was with my group stopped by his grave where I gave a brief history lesson to kids and adults alike.

If you are ever in DC and Arlington Cemetery is on your list of places to visit...be sure to visit Audie Murphy's gravesite. Its not a fancy statue or anything. It's just a simple gravestone that lists all or most all of his honors. It's located very close to (back behind) the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier over where the memorials for the astronauts are located {{{Spaceshuttles Challenger & Columbia}}}.
 
I have a hint that may save you a few bucks at the doctors office and you may already know this. I have had a problem with skin tags around my eyes for years, I had to go to the doctor one day for something, but while I was in the room my family doctor who was one of my best friends from school looked at my eye and said I can charge you to take those tags off or I can tell you how to do it for free. I chose free, so he told me to a hair from my daughters head cause her strands are stronger or a real fine thread and tie it around it and it will fall off. So I did and it did fall off in just a few days.
 
Back to WWII. My folks paid a high price for that war.


William Francis Sittley, my favored cousin, landed on D-Day. He was the only one on his Higgins boat to live. He was shot twice. He came back to show us the scars where a bullet went through his leg and one through his mouth. He was out of combat three weeks before he got his jaw broken by a German. Six weeks later after his jaw bone healed he was back in combat. He only told the funny stuff.

Another cousin landed on D-Day 2. He survived and is still alive today. He spent a year in France and Germany.

My uncle Roy Houchin was a pilot on a B-26 that had been changed for ground support. He came back from France once with 86 holes in his plane. It took four weeks to get it ready to fly again.

My Navy father-in-law survived the Kamikazes in the pacific. He hated the Japanese until the day he died. His brother, Bob, was in the Army air corp and was the belly gunner on the first B-29 over Tokyo. He teeth enamel was shattered from losing cabin pressure after being hit.

My Uncle Marty McDaniel survived Tarawa. He refused to talk about it except the fact that he could throw a grenade farther than anyone in his company.

My Uncle Claude was drafted at age 44 and trained mules for Burma. He had a lot of tales about mules and how independent they were.

My cousin Paul Poynter was shot down at Pearl Harbor to friendly fire as he flew his bomber into Hawaii shortly after the attack.

Several died and the family rarely talked about them as it resulted in a group cry.
 
Looks like JJ to UK!!!
Yessir! The newest Cat!

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I'm home for the evening. Looks like pizza and beer for dinner. Don't know what she's having.

We had a high of cool today. I didn't care for it. No thanks.

Wrote that a couple of hours ago. Clicked the button just now.

I like that don't know what she is having...major gnads to tommy!.....My boy! I'm in the shithouse so dixie loaf sammich here for suppa..it taste primo...
 
Back to WWII. My folks paid a high price for that war.


William Francis Sittley, my favored cousin, landed on D-Day. He was the only one on his Higgins boat to live. He was shot twice. He came back to show us the scars where a bullet went through his leg and one through his mouth. He was out of combat three weeks before he got his jaw broken by a German. Six weeks later after his jaw bone healed he was back in combat. He only told the funny stuff.

Another cousin landed on D-Day 2. He survived and is still alive today. He spent a year in France and Germany.

My uncle Roy Houchin was a pilot on a B-26 that had been changed for ground support. He came back from France once with 86 holes in his plane. It took four weeks to get it ready to fly again.

My Navy father-in-law survived the Kamikazes in the pacific. He hated the Japanese until the day he died. His brother, Bob, was in the Army air corp and was the belly gunner on the first B-29 over Tokyo. He teeth enamel was shattered from losing cabin pressure after being hit.

My Uncle Marty McDaniel survived Tarawa. He refused to talk about it except the fact that he could throw a grenade farther than anyone in his company.

My Uncle Claude was drafted at age 44 and trained mules for Burma. He had a lot of tales about mules and how independent they were.

My cousin Paul Poynter was shot down at Pearl Harbor to friendly fire as he flew his bomber into Hawaii shortly after the attack.

Several died and the family rarely talked about them as it resulted in a group cry.

Drafted at age 44?
 
Good morning from ATX. We've at a cool 57°F with very light drizzle. We'll gladly take it. Loving our weather.

Lots on my plate this fine Saturday . Must call a very close friend in Germany in a few and wish her a happy birthday. She turns 81 today. Also have another dreaded haircut coming at 12:30 CST. Really need it. My hair is unmanageable. I'll post pix before and after.

We'll check back later. Y'all behave.
 
Dinner train in Bardstown for lunch and a bbq/concert tonight

Enjoy the day....bbq concert? Bet it's a real smoke show, probably gonna get saucy. (sorry, best I could do)

Morning all. Gonna work 4 hrs this morning, then hopefully make it to the Funk in the City art festival downtown.
Need the rain to hold off.
Bert 55 yr reunion, Don 56 yr anny....seems to be a pattern....you guys are old.
Took the redhead out to eat and to Lowes last night for Mother's Day. I still need to get her some mulch...she likes to use pine needles. They are hard to find around here even though my parents have about 15 acres of pine trees....
Johnny Juzang!
 
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