I was out of town for a couple of weeks, making my possibly meaningless but personally gratifying contributions, supporting our air efforts in Yugoslavia. I've become one of those guys I use to hate when I was active duty, a civilian techrep. Then I spent 10 days or so with my son, fishing at a lake in middle Georgia, with no contact with the outside world besides a radio until my son caught a 12 lb. 9 oz largemouth bass and we spent the afternoon showing off and swapping lies at the local bait and tackle shop. It was a hoot, my son is 12 years old, and has been raised in Lincolnshire, England until just recently. There he was being regaled as a local hero by a bunch of good ol' boys from Elberton, Ga.. He spoke to his mom a few days later and she swore that he was getting a Southern twang.
I'll have to scan back through the posts here, and decide if I want to play the part of devil's advocate or maybe just rattle a few cages for the hell of it. |
