Don't they call that transfer by association.......
WRONG (Pulled out my best imitation of wc. Mimicking is a form of flattery right? )
Don't they call that transfer by association.......
Some might, but I call it BS by proclamation (FALSE).Don't they call that transfer by association.......
Close.WRONG (Pulled out my best imitation of wc. Mimicking is a form of flattery right? )
Talk about running for your life. A buddy of mine and I used to hit the pavions down on the waterfront in Izmir Turkey. A pavion was a night club where girls hustled guys (a lot of the guys were lonely gi's) for drinks. We were walking back to the bus stop. If we missed the bus, it was two hours till the next one. We are walking along and I noticed my buddy wasn't there. I looked around and he is a half block behind and urinating on a car window. Next thing I know, there are twenty or more highly irritated Turks chasing us. I was in great shape, so I easily stayed way ahead of the group. My buddy was strong as horse, but not a runner. I got to the bus stop just as the driver was pulling away and got him to stop and wait on my buddy. I can still picture him rushing to the back of the bus and giving the crowd a one finger salute as they faded into the background.When I sat down and opened up my computer it popped up a picture of me from back in the day (it does that sometimes).
This picture is around October 1976 Ft. Sill OK 321st FA OSUT (One Station Unit Training) same unit for both Basic and AIT. Those were the guys I used to hang out with. The guy just above me (Aponte) was the only person to ever beat me in the 2-mile run during the PT test my whole career in the Army. Happened only once. I never let it happen again.
When I sat down and opened up my computer it popped up a picture of me from back in the day (it does that sometimes).
This picture is around October 1976 Ft. Sill OK 321st FA OSUT (One Station Unit Training) same unit for both Basic and AIT. Those were the guys I used to hang out with. The guy just above me (Aponte) was the only person to ever beat me in the 2-mile run during the PT test my whole career in the Army. Happened only once. I never let it happen again.
Close.
Was in the Frankfurt train station one late afternoon with another soldier (he was an instructor and training me in ishinryu karate in those days) and we were just coming back from a small town we were checking out when he was approached by a big German who we found out was gay and was hitting on him. After some time trying to get rid of the guy (who was drunk by the way and harassing him) he just popped him and knocked him down. A couple of German police (Politzei) saw what happened and came after us. Both of us hit the bricks and got out of there running our asses off heading back to Gutleut Kaserne (our unit) which was a few blocks away from the train station. We knew how rough the Polizei could be and did not want to be caught by those guys.Talk about running for your life. A buddy of mine and I used to hit the pavions down on the waterfront in Izmir Turkey. A pavion was a night club where girls hustled guys (a lot of the guys were lonely gi's) for drinks. We were walking back to the bus stop. If we missed the bus, it was two hours till the next one. We are walking along and I noticed my buddy wasn't there. I looked around and he is a half block behind and urinating on a car window. Next thing I know, there are twenty or more highly irritated Turks chasing us. I was in great shape, so I easily stayed way ahead of the group. My buddy was strong as horse, but not a runner. I got to the bus stop just as the driver was pulling away and got him to stop and wait on my buddy. I can still picture him rushing to the back of the bus and giving the crowd a one finger salute as they faded into the background.
Yeah. Several of us were walking around near a park in a nicer part of Izmir. when we came near a group starting a protest of some kind. From a bit away we watched as the riot police drove up in vans. They immediately started knocking heads with billy clubs. The protestors that could started running as hard as they could go.Was in the Frankfurt train station one late afternoon with another soldier (he was an instructor and training me in ishinryu karate in those days) and we were just coming back from a small town we were checking out when he was approached by a big German who we found out was gay and was hitting on him. After some time trying to get rid of the guy (who was drunk by the way and harassing him) he just popped him and knocked him down. A couple of German police (Politzei) saw what happened and came after us. Both of us hit the bricks and got out of there running our asses off heading back to Gutleut Kaserne (our unit) which was a few blocks away from the train station. We knew how rough the Polizei could be and did not want to be caught by those guys.
I had seen once before how they (the Politzei) had taken out a soldier who was drunk and causing trouble and it was not pretty. Those guys don't play.
He was. It was before you could say bad words, so Redd worked around it.I don't think people really appreciated just how funny Redd Foxx was. That guy was one of the greats.
DITTO from me.HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU AND YOURS THIS DAY AND THANK GOD HIS GRACIOUS LOVE.
Pig! I mean that in the nicest way. I probably would not have shared it so...Good morning from Burbach, Germany. Currently 34°F and cloudy. Warm here with wood stove going. Could see 40°F later today.
Awesome celebration last night at Hotel Bechtel. Visiting an old friend later today. May hit up Christmas market in Siegen later tonight. Heading to Bamberg Sunday.
Happy Friday and wishing y'all a good one.
Grilled turkey on left is some of the best I every had. Full meal was incredible. Split with my nephew.
Pom Fritz, oh the Pom Fritz... Brats and Pom Fritz in Wiesbaden. (Forgive any spelling mistakes.) 1983-84 and I still remember the spotlight tours. And, Brats and Pom Fritz... Heavenly memories.....Good morning from Burbach, Germany. Currently 34°F and cloudy. Warm here with wood stove going. Could see 40°F later today.
Awesome celebration last night at Hotel Bechtel. Visiting an old friend later today. May hit up Christmas market in Siegen later tonight. Heading to Bamberg Sunday.
Happy Friday and wishing y'all a good one.
Grilled turkey on left is some of the best I every had. Full meal was incredible. Split with my nephew.
Since I am still piddling with my business, I get a 25% discount from Fed Ex. The more you ship, the bigger the discount. Anyway last week I sent 5 boxes to California. They were 20 by 21 by 29 and 19 pounds. They bump the charge as an oversize box. 665 dollars.My wife just got a package she had been waiting from her mother that was sent via USPS about 4 days ago. It was supposed to get to us the day before Thanksgiving. The package was only 18"X14"X4" and about 6lbs. It had her mother's home-made chocolate cookies my daughter likes, a roll of Pringles Sour Cream (not sure why), two pair of socks and a birthday card for my daughter who turns 19 8 Dec. Since she sent it supposedly overnight, she must have also insured it because, it cost $101.00 to ship. My wife's mother is nuts. I have said it before, I am sure glad they moved to Florida back at the end of March.
$101.00 for about 20 cookies, a roll of Pringles, a couple of pair of socks, and a birthday card. I still can't believe it. LOL. My wife is still shaking her head.