Category: My Glorious Air Force Career
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Certified
Speaking of birth certificates, did I ever tell you that our youngest, T-Dawg, was very nearly born in a forest on the outskirts of Berlin? It’s true. He very nearly was. We lived in an apartment in Zehlendorf on the southern edge of the city, right next to the Berlin wall, and when I say Read.
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My Little Datsun
I drove a little Datsun coupe while I was stationed in the United Kingdom. I didn’t intend to get a car but, when I got the chance to move out of the dorms after living there a year I took it, and I would have to buy a car to commute. Riding the bus wasn’t Read.
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Time Flies Like An Arrow
Every so often I like to reach for a volume of the printed-out version of this drivel that I keep on a bookshelf over my desk and flip back to see what I was doing on today’s date five, ten, fifteen years ago. Sometimes it’s worth a laugh, sometimes I gain a little perspective, sometimes Read.
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Dickishness
My favorite language school story: As you may or may not know, I learned to speak, read and write Russian at the hands of some pretty ruthless teachers hired by the military to make me learn it or die trying. Or maybe it’s not entirely fair to call them “ruthless.” My teachers were pretty wonderful. Read.
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In Future
A story about patience and civility: While I was living in Bedford, England, about a million years ago, I used to take the train to London just about every chance I got and wander around because, you know, cool! Why wouldn’t I, right? I mean, when was I ever going to get the chance to Read.
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foe ODD, HOTCH!
Grant Barrett started off this morning’s episode of A Way With Words with a tribute to train conductors and the singsong way they rounded up passengers lingering on the platform by calling out the names of the stops along the way, something like, “Anaheim, Azusa, and Cu-ca-monga!” wrapping it up with the still-familiar, “bo-AAAAHHHd!” Grant Read.
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Chair Races
I spent most of My Glorious Air Force Career overseas, but I was stationed Stateside twice, both times in Denver, for a total of about nine years, some of the best years of my career because, among other things, I met My Darling B while I was stationed in Denver. Also, I was part of Read.
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Let The Unemployment Begin!
Let the four-day weekend begin! Oh, wait … I’m unemployed, so it’s really more like an indefinite weekend. Well, whatever. I applied for unemployment first thing yesterday morning … or rather, it was first thing after doinking around on the internet for an hour, because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do it until Read.
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countdown
Today is the first day of my last week at the bank! I’m still debating myself as to whether that’s a good thing or a very, very bad thing. When I reminisce about the adventure we went on after I retired from the Air Force (exactly five years ago at the end of this month!) Read.
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wingnut
One of the really great things about my job in the military was that they sent me back to tech school every once in a while, which might sound like a drag to you, but I promise it’s not. Here, for instance, is a photo from the first time they sent me to tech school. Read.
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