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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

For those that might wonder, yes I do miss my time in the Navy a bit. Sometimes. It is the people mostly, not the lllooooonnnggg waiting times to get off the boat, the sometimes good sometimes not so good food, or the long nights and short days (actually 12 hours each, but time is relative) that drain you physically and mentally. For part of my 22 years I was on the flight deck of several different ships keeping helicopters going. Most of the ships and all of the helicopters are no longer in service, but a couple of the ships are still out there, and I bet the flight decks are still just as hard. Yes, I have kissed the deck one time, and yes, hard it is. Especially at night in a blackout and the tiedown chain was not my friend. What I miss the most is the people. I mean, yes, there are people here but most of the people here are the same as the people who were here way back when. On the boat we had many different kinds of people from all over. Of course we had our share of people that I do not miss. Nor do I miss what felt like forever sea times. It is strange how much the feel of the flight deck imprints on you and gives you a sense of peace in the hustle and bustle of a launch or recovery. Danger? Sure, plenty. Safety has to be second nature and nothing is a slow process. Thinking must be done at lightning speed so mostly we relied on training and awareness. Head on a well greased swivel kind of stuff. After all, no one I knew out there wanted to take a swim with the sharks. Or get ground into hamburger by a jet engine or chopped, sliced and diced by propellers or rotor blades. It happens, time to time, when someone get distracted or stresses out. But mostly not.  The people made the difference because you had to trust the guys around you with your life, and they had to trust you. Mutual survival is a great influence.

Then my bones and kidneys remind me that I am glad the stress of that environment is part of memories and not current life. Uh-Huh it is indeed. Peace yall and head on a swivel  should any seadogs see this post. H-3's rule!

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Well Hey Now

Notice to EU people. I have no clue what they are talking about when it comes to this cookie thing. I cannot do your thinking for you and although I do not care if you read my blog your government might. That simply indicates to me that your government is oppressive and dangerous to free thought and free speech. If you do not see a cookie notice, Then turn your eyes and don't look at this as I am not responsible for your errors. Besides, what europe did to my ancestors drove them out of that part of the world and I personally don't mind visiting there, but do not look for me to stay. Nor do I want your "culture" over here. Just so you don't feel neglected, I don't want any of the other world cultures forcing their cultures here either. We are an established country with our own cultures now. There is more than one here to begin with. I am of the southern culture which has connections to all the others but has its own distinctive characteristics. The world attitude towards this country has degenerated over the decades and all I can say is no, we are not perfect, but we are where the average world citizen would like to be. How about this idea, change where you are to be a better place and grow there. Oooohhh.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Just a quick Happy Birthday to my eldest. 

I look around and see many other fathers and I wonder if I did ok trying to raise the kids as I served in the Navy and later in the Postal Service. I didn't have to serve at sea a whole lot as my job was shore and ship based. 36 in seagoing duties and 36 in shore based. Moving every three or four years is rough on adults and even more so on children. I am astounded that my wife could love me enough to manage the moves and the times I was deployed, and still does after two retirements. Now here I am, back where I started from and now with Rose Marie, a cat and a dog. My children have given me twelve grand-kids ( so far ). Since I have retired again I haven't had to bail any of the above from jail, so that is good. 

So my eldest, happy birthday. My middlest, thank you for your service. My youngest, thank you for loving me, even though I was on the coast of Spain when you were born. I love you all.

Saturday, May 07, 2016







Momma through the years. I guess you can blame me for SOME of the gray hairs.....





Of course, she had help. Grandma (Daddy's Momma), Dee (Momma's Mom), Aunt Jo, and Aunt Cherry all had a big influence when I was young. Then later there were other mothers that I "adopted" over the years and around the country. Aunt Al took me in when I was last on sea duty. Mom (aka Shirley Buckman) holds a special place in my heart and mind for he unconditional love she shared with me. Sister Pearl was a steadying influence after I retired. There were many other "Moms" through the years that gave me a lift through a kind word or three, mothers to many of my friends and so on. God has been exceptionally kind to me through these many ladies of faith and I want to give all of them and especially Him praise and thanks for the love you have shared with me.