Good morning from ATX. Currently 80°F and mostly cloudy. Looking at another triple-digit day.
That's all I've got. Wishing y'all an awesome day.
That's all I've got. Wishing y'all an awesome day.
Noah? Talk to Storm about the animals, he'll get them ready.The local news just said we got over 11 inches of rain last night and this morning. I spent a long hard day fighting water at the shop.
They said it set a record for the state of Ky.Noah? Talk to Storm about the animals, he'll get them ready.
Man, when I'm homesick for Kentucky, Olive Hill's Tom T. Hall can get me feeling all sorts of things.
Call it religious if you like. Just a fact, it can be anyway...
My dad was one of the Ky guys who went to Detroit to work at an auto plant after WW2. I lived there for a year when I was a baby, till dad got homesick and came back to Ky. Armed Forces Radio used to play Detroit City by Bobby Bare a lot. "Oh, how I wanna go home."Man, when I'm homesick for Kentucky, Olive Hill's Tom T. Hall can get me feeling all sorts of things.
In my early 20s when I'd just left home -- the only one in my family not to settle close to my parents -- I'd play this song in my apartment in Boca Raton, Florida, or later in my place on Capitol Hill in DC and feel mighty blue...
Yeah, that song was old by the time I was out on my own, but I still still loved it..."by day I make the cars, and by night, I make the bars, if only they could read between the lines.."My dad was one of the Ky guys who went to Detroit to work at an auto plant after WW2. I lived there for a year when I was a baby, till dad got homesick and came back to Ky. Armed Forces Radio used to play Detroit City by Bobby Bare a lot. "Oh, how I wanna go home."
My dad was one of the Ky guys who went to Detroit to work at an auto plant after WW2. I lived there for a year when I was a baby, till dad got homesick and came back to Ky. Armed Forces Radio used to play Detroit City by Bobby Bare a lot. "Oh, how I wanna go home."
I recall that in 1997 there was 12" of rain in EKy from the remnants of a stalled hurricane (Agnes?) that caused inundated cities along the Licking River, Falmouth in particular. Whole city underwater up to rooftops. Helped a friend tear out all his drywall to rebuild.They said it set a record for the state of Ky.
I was right in the middle of it. I still have my draft card. I started college in the fall of 1964. I got a deferment for being in college. I married Sherry in the summer of 1966. They later took away the college deferment but gave one for marriage. We had a child a year later. They took the marriage deferment away but gave one if you were a parent.Thanks for that insight Bernie. As someone too young to have faced the decision, I don't really have the right to criticize anyone for what they did or didn't do. And through the years, I've had older friends who went to Vietnam, and older friends who didn't. I didn't judge them.
But I've always just had a knee-jerk negative reaction to Jane Fonda and some others who were aggressively anti-war.
My son was 26 years old and single when he decided to join the Army. He had to do it before he got to 27 or he could not be an officer. He put in 20 years, mainly in the Florida, Tennessee and Kentucky guard. He ended up being an Iraqi Vet.I avoided the draft with a high lottery number in Dec. 1969. I had no intention of making the military a career and thus had decided that if drafted, I'd put in my 19 months active duty - training + 13 mo. assignment was the going route - and get on with my life as quickly as I could. A number of guys were signing up for the reserves, but that was six months active duty then 5 more years of meetings and periodic training.
They said it set a record for the state of Ky.
I had to read this a couple of times and then realized he's talking about me instead of a storm. lolNoah? Talk to Storm about the animals, he'll get them ready.
I had to read this a couple of times and then realized he's talking about me instead of a storm. lol
Guy was out easily. Get it there fast enough and the catcher can adjust.^ Good thing it was that fast since he was 10' off target.
Hey, they need another starter. Maybe?
I recall that in 1997 there was 12" of rain in EKy from the remnants of a stalled hurricane (Agnes?) that caused inundated cities along the Licking River, Falmouth in particular. Whole city underwater up to rooftops. Helped a friend tear out all his drywall to rebuild.
The Falmouth Flood of 1997: Acquisitions Mitigate Future Losses
FALMOUTH, KY – “There is no Falmouth,” lamented Kentucky State Police Trooper Jan Wuchner, following a visit via helicopter to the flood-ravaged town on March 2, 1997. The small town situated at the confluence of the Licking River and its South Fork in Pendleton County had been inundated with...www.fema.gov
A Look Back: Remembering the Flood of March 1997
It was the Ohio Valley's deadliest weather event since the Super Tornado Outbreak of April 3, 1974storymaps.arcgis.com
I was asst NCOIC of security at a radar station near the DMZ for about 7 months. It really wasn't bad duty considering. I had lots of offers in law enforcement, but I was sick of guns. We had locals doing menial chores for us, including a sweet teen age girl. Part of her job was cleaning our office, so I spoke to Bien almost daily. I was concerned about locals working on base, but it was set up before I arrived and it was convenient to not have to do the chores ourselves, so I did not speak up. One night the Viet Cong raided their village and killed all those who worked for us, including Bien. That has eaten at me for fifty years. "If" I hate voiced my concerns instead of going along to get along, maybe those folks would have lived. It's very difficult for me to ask anyone for help.I was right in the middle of it. I still have my draft card. I started college in the fall of 1964. I got a deferment for being in college. I married Sherry in the summer of 1966. They later took away the college deferment but gave one for marriage. We had a child a year later. They took the marriage deferment away but gave one if you were a parent.
So without planning or anything I did not have to go to the war.
My high school class was raped by the war. One of my grads died the first day he was in Viet Nam. His plane was hit while landing. Another died two months after he got back from being blown up in Viet Nam. My college room mate survived combat in Viet Nam and went through the indignity of being spit on and cursed upon landing in Seattle, WA on his way home. My first cousin, the closest thing I have to a brother, was in the Air Force and ended up spending two weeks in the DMZ trying to figure out how the enemy was intercepting the U.S. radio and navigation data and all that goes with it. He lived in horror working under those conditions and was damaged badly by his one year in Southeast Asia. The war in Viet Nam ruined a lot of my high school buddies lives even when they did not die. I hate Robert McNamara and I hate Lyndon Johnson because of the way they ran the war.
Viet Nam rewarded the rich kids and the poor disproportionately paid the price for it. Poor black kids paid a really high price.
I was asst NCOIC of security at a radar station near the DMZ for about 7 months. It really wasn't bad duty considering. I had lots of offers in law enforcement, but I was sick of guns. We had locals doing menial chores for us, including a sweet teen age girl. Part of her job was cleaning our office, so I spoke to Bien almost daily. I was concerned about locals working on base, but it was set up before I arrived and it was convenient to not have to do the chores ourselves, so I did not speak up. One night the Viet Cong raided their village and killed all those who worked for us, including Bien. That has eaten at me for fifty years. "If" I hate voiced my concerns instead of going along to get along, maybe those folks would have lived. It's very difficult for me to ask anyone for help.
Thanks. That incident and others nearly ruined me. I didn't care whether I lived or died for ten years and lived life much in that fashion. Thankfully the Good Lord had mercy on me.God Bless you Sir. I cannot imagine the pressure you were under, what I do know is how I've seen you carry yourself for a long while here, in different threads as well, you cannot hide character, even on a message board. I do not know you personally but what I've seen in many forums is your honor. We all have regrets for things we did not do. The end results are not always known which in your case, the end result seems known. I do know though that you and that young lady and so many others are in the protection of God. Who lives and who dies, only God knows. Go forward and love Sir, that is all any of us can do. God Bless you!
Bernie, I doubt anything I say will make a big difference to you. But I’ll say it anyway. The Viet Cong killed those people and they carry all the responsibility.I was asst NCOIC of security at a radar station near the DMZ for about 7 months. It really wasn't bad duty considering. I had lots of offers in law enforcement, but I was sick of guns. We had locals doing menial chores for us, including a sweet teen age girl. Part of her job was cleaning our office, so I spoke to Bien almost daily. I was concerned about locals working on base, but it was set up before I arrived and it was convenient to not have to do the chores ourselves, so I did not speak up. One night the Viet Cong raided their village and killed all those who worked for us, including Bien. That has eaten at me for fifty years. "If" I hate voiced my concerns instead of going along to get along, maybe those folks would have lived. It's very difficult for me to ask anyone for help.
I appreciate the words. The Lord helps me accept things now, but the safety of people and equipment was my job. It took a long time before I would let Him help me.Bernie, I doubt anything I say will make a big difference to you. But I’ll say it anyway. The Viet Cong killed those people and they carry all the responsibility.
Here’s why I say that: Without going into detail, I made some decisions on a day in Afghanistan in November 2001 -a day in which four other journalists were killed. I felt a lot of survivor’s guilt and still do. But several buddies of mine told me, “the Taliban killed those people. Not you.” Keeping that in mind makes things easier.
Storm, not the storm. Wait...what? Oh yeah, you're right, even I was confused.I had to read this a couple of times and then realized he's talking about me instead of a storm. lol
The most hated thing for me in the past to even now is when I think of the treatment of service men and women who served I just get pissed. Yeah, I hate Jane Fonda and some others. Not supposed to hate but, it is a difficult thing to control.I was right in the middle of it. I still have my draft card. I started college in the fall of 1964. I got a deferment for being in college. I married Sherry in the summer of 1966. They later took away the college deferment but gave one for marriage. We had a child a year later. They took the marriage deferment away but gave one if you were a parent.
So without planning or anything I did not have to go to the war.
My high school class was raped by the war. One of my grads died the first day he was in Viet Nam. His plane was hit while landing. Another died two months after he got back from being blown up in Viet Nam. My college room mate survived combat in Viet Nam and went through the indignity of being spit on and cursed upon landing in Seattle, WA on his way home. My first cousin, the closest thing I have to a brother, was in the Air Force and ended up spending two weeks in the DMZ trying to figure out how the enemy was intercepting the U.S. radio and navigation data and all that goes with it. He lived in horror working under those conditions and was damaged badly by his one year in Southeast Asia. The war in Viet Nam ruined a lot of my high school buddies lives even when they did not die. I hate Robert McNamara and I hate Lyndon Johnson because of the way they ran the war.
Viet Nam rewarded the rich kids and the poor disproportionately paid the price for it. Poor black kids paid a really high price.
My mother hated that I was in and when in the Gulf war my step father said she cried almost every night. While I am proud of my service, that is the only part that bothered me about it. But I would not change a thing. I had a good friend who joined shortly after I did and got out 3 years later citing it was not his thing. It is not for everyone, and it is not a big deal to me. Not everyone is suited for military service. Can you imagine if we were all in the military? Look out world, an ass kicking is coming.My son was 26 years old and single when he decided to join the Army. He had to do it before he got to 27 or he could not be an officer. He put in 20 years, mainly in the Florida, Tennessee and Kentucky guard. He ended up being an Iraqi Vet.
A bunch of folks in my family are military but it never attracted me.
May the Lord be with your friend.While in route to OKC today I received a text concerning one the black belts in our group from years ago. He has been diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer but I don't know how long he has to live. His wife told one of the other guys in our group at Braum's when they both met inadvertently ordering breakfast this morning. He then texted me and ask if me and our instructor (who I was with at the time) if we would meet tomorrow for lunch to discuss what we could do for him. I have ask him to contact our friend to see if he would like to join us. Maybe we could find out from him what we could do to help. He is one of the nicest people you could ever meet.
Pictured below is some of us including the one with cancer seated across from me. His name is Alphonso, we calling him Fonz. I am on the left in the picture right behind our instructor who is in the forefront. The guy who texted me is the one on the right taking the picture.
Had to look Lamington up. Looks good, now all I have to do is find a place around here that sells them. Should not be hard, these people around here love to eat and eat whatever is put in front of them.Good morning from ATX. Currently 79°F and clear. Expecting yet another triple-digit day. Yesterday marked 11 consecutive days of temperatures exceeding 105°F. Unprecedented,
- Alarm on Smartphone failed again. Must troubleshoot.
- Heading off to Buffalo Wild Wings at 4:15 pm for beers with former colleagues from Conexant/NXP
Happy Friday, y'all.
Thanks. That incident and others nearly ruined me. I didn't care whether I lived or died for ten years and lived life much in that fashion. Thankfully the Good Lord had mercy on me.
Good article. I'm a fan of his music. Not many of the old crooners left. Johnny Mathis, Pat Boone and Paul Anka off the top of my head. I'm sure I'm leaving some out but the list is dwindling.Rest in peace, Tony Bennett.
A few years ago, his family made the courageous decision to work with us exclusively to produce a candid, open story on his struggle with Alzheimer's. Our publication has a bit of a reputation for handling things like this appropraitely - a few years earlier, Muhammed Ali had talked with us about his Parkinson's, and how his wife was caring for him.
I was editor on this piece and the one with Ali. But the credit all goes to our writer on this Bennett profile who did a sensitive, emotionally complex job. We won a few awards, but more importantly we heard from literally thousands of people that this story was inspiring them as they helped a loved one with dementia.
There's a lot of good details about Bennett's life and career in the piece. If anyone is interested, here's the link:
Tony Bennett's Battle With Alzheimer's Disease
For four years, legendary singer Tony Bennett and his family have kept his secret. Now, they’re breaking their silence about his condition.www.aarp.org