Back in the Day…

Not that we were a tad bit sarcastic back in the day or anything…

Here is a famous 4 jet engine aircraft. Perfectly suited for long-range international travel. Spacious accommodations for both passengers and crew. Multiple configurations that precisely match the intended purposed. Proudly owned and operated in numerous national organizations for decades. Has a well-recognized silhouette and reputation for reliability and safety.

P3 Oman

Oh, yea…. there is also a 747 in the shot.

My old squadron, 10 years after I transferred…

We used to stay at the Muscat Intercontinental Hotel, and they had REAL Turkish towels… The hotel automatically added $5 to our bills, knowing we would take the towels (I’m blaming that on the damn Brits… THEY started it)!

And jumping forward, HERE’s the story of the Russian Yankee that blew and sunk off Bermuda in 1986.  This one damn near started WW III… The photo at the top of the article was taken by a good friend of mine the event after the explosion occurred.

I don’t normally do guest posts…

But in this case I am making an exception… Wandering Neurons lost his father this week, and sent me this and allowed me to post it.  I believe it is worth sharing.

This Wednesday morning my father quietly “slipped the surly bonds of Earth” in his sleep. He’d been having problems breathing over the weekend, his doctor had him him admitted to the hospital on Tuesday. According to my stepbrother, he was his usual ornery self, cracking jokes, teasing the nurses, and enjoying a good appetite that evening. Early the next morning the nurse found that his heart had stopped. He was 89 years old and I was making plans to visit him in just a few weeks.
My father was a veteran of WWII, serving in the European Front: Germany and France. He was an enlisted member of the US Army  and served his time in a cannon battery as jeep driver, and communications maintainer (telephone/telegraph wiring) among other things. While serving in the war, he earned a Bronze Star, Good Conduct Medal and the Combat Infantry Badge. Returning from the war to his hometown of Nashville, TN, he took over the family’s men’s clothing business after his father died unexpectedly at a young age, and helped the business survive and grow during his 51 years of leadership, until he sold it to my cousin several years ago. Additionally, he actively supported the Kiwanis Club, Boy Scouts of America, competed in the Jewish Olympics in Israel in the 1960s on the shooting team (trap and skeet). Even though he was a businessman, he still found time to tinker in his workshop, actively shoot trap, skeet, sporting clays and International Bunker, receiving many awards, supported both public and private shooting fields, sailed, was a horseman, and many other things that I aspire to do.
He will be laid to rest this Sunday in his hometown that he never left, and my wife and I will be in attendance with the rest of our family and friends. I miss my father and am proud to be his son.
Present, ARMS!
Order, ARMS!
 
V/r,
Wandering Neurons
Another of the Greatest Generation has passed… May he rest in peace.

Hooky…

Well, this has been such a lousy week a couple of us decided to play hooky today, so we did…

We “telecommuted”… 🙂

Blue Ridge Shadows

At least on ‘this’ hole I stayed out of the water… sigh…

But a day on the golf course STILL beats the hell out of  day in the office.  And I’m not giving up my day job.  If I did, I couldn’t afford the golf balls to play a round…

I hope everyone has a safe and peaceful Labor Day Weekend!

Dammit…

BO did it again…

We’d been hearing ‘rumors’ something got signed for the last couple of days, but nobody could find out what…

Now we know…

The Obama administration unexpectedly announced two new gun control measures on Thursday, including one that would curb the import of military surplus weapons — in a move that could anger collectors. 

Vice President Biden announced the new measures Thursday morning. The new rules, announced while Washington was otherwise focused on the crisis in Syria, took the form of executive actions, which President Obama added to the list of 23 steps the White House already determined the president could take on his own.

Full article HERE.

Once again he’s bypassed Congress and regulated rather than legislating…

At what point does the last straw come???

Points to ponder…

These two short statements tell you a lot about our government.

“We are told NOT to judge ALL Muslims by the actions of a few lunatics.”

BUT…

We are encouraged TO  judge ALL gun owners by the actions of a few lunatics”!

Sigh…

Well…

I had this whole rant post written, and decided you know what, I’m tired of posting about the crap going on today…

Soooo…

You get humor instead…

HELLO, OPERATOR, ANOTHER CHAPTER OF “THEY WALK AMONG US AND REPRODUCE!!

Actual call center conversations!

Customer:     ‘I’ve been calling 700-1000 for two days and can’t get through; can you help?’
Operator:      ‘Where did you get that number, sir?’
Customer:     ‘It’s on the door of your business.’
Operator:      ‘Sir, those are the hours that we are open.’

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Samsung Electronics

Caller:          ‘Can you give me the telephone number for Jack?’
Operator:     ‘I’m sorry, sir, I don’t understand who you are talking about.’
Caller:          ‘On page 1, section 5, of the user guide it clearly states that I need to unplug the fax machine from the AC wall  socket and telephone Jack before cleaning. Now, can you give me the number for Jack?’
Operator:      ‘I think it means the telephone plug on the wall.’

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RAC Motoring Services

Caller:         ‘Does your European Breakdown Policy cover me when I am traveling in Australia ?’

Operator:    ‘Does the policy name give you a clue?’

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Caller (enquiring about legal requirements while traveling in Europe)
‘If I register my car in France, and then take it to England, do I have to change the steering wheel to the other side of the car?’

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Directory Enquiries

Caller:       ‘I’d like the number of the Argo Fish Bar, please’
Operator: ‘I’m sorry, there’s no listing. Are you sure that the spelling is      correct?’
Caller: ‘Well, it used to be called the Bargo Fish Bar but the ‘B’ fell off.’

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Then there was the caller who asked for a knitwear company in Woven.
Operator:        ‘Woven? Are you sure?’
Caller:             ‘Yes.. That’s what it says on the label –Woven in Scotland …’

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On another occasion, a man making heavy breathing sounds from a phone box told a worried operator: ‘I haven’t got a pen, so I’m steaming up the window to write the number on.’

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Tech Support:      ‘I need you to right-click on the Open Desktop.’
Customer:             ‘OK..’
Tech Support:      ‘Did you get a pop-up menu?’
Customer:             ‘No.’
Tech Support:      ‘OK. Right-Click again. Do you see a pop-up menu?’
Customer:             ‘No.’
Tech Support:      ‘OK, sir. Can you tell me what you have done up until this point?’

Customer:            ‘Sure. You told me to write ‘click’ and I wrote ‘click’.’

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Tech Support:      ‘OK. At the bottom left hand side of your screen, can you see the ‘OK’ button displayed?’

Customer:             ‘Wow! How can you see my screen from there?’

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Caller:  ‘I deleted a file from my PC last week and I just realized that I

need it.  So, if I turn my system clock back two weeks will I get my

file back again?’

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This has to be one of the funniest things in a long time. I think this guy should have been promoted, not fired. This is a true story from the WordPerfect Helpline, which was transcribed from a recording monitoring the customer care department………….. 


Needless to say the Help Desk employee was fired; however, he/she is currently suing the WordPerfect organization for ‘Termination without Cause.’

Actual dialogue of a former WordPerfect Customer Support employee.
(Now I know why they record these conversations!):

Operator:         ‘Ridge Hall, computer assistance; may I help you?’
Caller:              ‘Yes, well, I’m having trouble with WordPerfect .’
Operator:         ‘What sort of trouble?’
Caller:              ‘Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words               went away.’
Operator:         ‘Went away?’
Caller:              ‘They disappeared’
Operator:         ‘Hmm. So what does your screen look like now?’
Caller:              ‘Nothing.’
Operator:         ‘Nothing??’
Caller:              ‘It’s blank; it won’t accept anything when I type.’
Operator:         ‘Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out?’
Caller:              ‘How do I tell?’
Operator:        ‘Can you see the ‘C: prompt’ on the screen?’
Caller:              ‘What’s a sea-prompt?’
Operator:         ‘Never mind, can you move your cursor around the screen?’

Caller:              ‘There isn’t any cursor; I told you, it won’t accept anything I type.’
Operator:         ‘Does your monitor have a power indicator?’
Caller:              ‘What’s a monitor?’
Operator:         ‘It’s the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. Does it have a little light that tells you when it’s on?’
Caller:               ‘I don’t know.’
Operator:          ‘Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that??’

Caller:              ‘Yes, I think so.’
Opera tor:         ‘Great. Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it’s plugged into the wall..
Caller:              ‘Yes, it is.’
Operator:         ‘When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that
there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just  one? ‘
Caller:               ‘No.’
Operator:          ‘Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable.’

Caller:               ‘Okay, here it is.’
Operator:          ‘Follow it for me, and tell me if it’s plugged securely into the back of your computer..’

Caller:               ‘I can’t reach.’
Operator:          ‘OK. Well, can you see if it is?’
Caller:               ‘No…’
Operator:          ‘Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over?’

Caller:               ‘Well, it’s not because I don’t have the right angle — it’s because it’s dark.’
Operator:          ‘Dark?’
Caller:               ‘Yes – the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window.’
Operator:         ‘Well, turn on the office light then.’
Caller:              ‘I can’t..’
Operator:         ‘No? Why not?’
Caller:              ‘Because there’s a power failure.’
Operator:         ‘A power …. A power failure?  Aha. Okay, we’ve got it licked now.  Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff that your computer came in?’

Caller:              ‘Well, yes, I keep them in the closet..’
Operator:         ‘Good. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you bought it from.’

Caller:              ‘Really? Is it that bad?’
Operator:         ‘Yes, I’m afraid it is.’
Caller:               ‘Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them?’
Operator:          ‘Tell them you’re too damned stupid to  own a computer!’

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And one more…

A Farm Kid Joins the Marines

Dear Ma and Pa,

I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.

I was restless at first because you get to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. But I am getting so I like to sleep late.. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing.

Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there’s warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food, plus yours, holds you until noon when you get fed again. It’s no wonder these city boys can’t walk much.

We go on “route marches,” which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it’s not my place to tell him different. A “route march” is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.

The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The Captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown.

They don’t bother you none.

This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don’t know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don’t move, and it ain’t shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don’t even load your own cartridges They come in boxes.

Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain’t like fighting with that ole bull at home. I’m about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake . I only beat him once… He joined up the same time as me, but I’m only 5’6″ and 130 pounds and he’s 6’8″ and near 300 pounds dry.

Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in..

Your loving daughter,
Alice

Huh, isn’t THIS interesting…

I didn’t catch this one until it was pointed out by one of my co-workers…

Noticeably absent from the speaker line-up at the Let Freedom Ring event commemorating the 50th anniversary of the March on Washington today: the nation’s only black Senator, Tim Scott.

Article HERE.

And Hasan got the death penalty, but I personally hope they don’t give it to him, he doesn’t deserve martyrdom or anything more than wasting his life away in Levenworth…

And from the PPP, this from Kalifornia…

They’re going to tax the Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts and who knows who else including the Little League…

California lawmakers are cruising toward a final vote on a bill that could threaten the tax-exempt status of American-as-apple-pie groups — ranging from the Boy Scouts to Little League — if their membership policies are found to be discriminatory. 

Full article HERE.

So basically unless it’s a blacks only frat or somesuch, based on the typical Kalifornia definitions, all these organizations will lose their tax free status because of ‘discrimination’, which will be determined by the pols in Sacramento… Gee, I wonder how THAT is going to turn out???

Sigh…

Blog Shoot!!!

Murphy is doing it again!

Now it’s 2013, and we’re doing it again. Saturday, September 14th, here in the West Virginia panhandle, we’re going to have the third annual blogshoot.

Come one, come all. If you like guns, gun people, or just want to support a good cause, we’ll be gathering in Summit Point, WV this time, on a larger range that’ll be ours exclusively. (No sharing it with a reality show promo like last year.)

There’s no cost, but we do ask that when you come, you consider making a donation to cover the group range fee, with anything over that amount going to a veterans’ charity, just like the last two years.

Last year, we had people come from as far away as North Carolina, Ohio and Michigan. Please spread the word and let’s see if we can’t make this one bigger and more far-ranging.

Hit me with a comment if you’re interested. I won’t post comments that contain contact info. Area lodging is available and for those who want to, we can do dinner the night before and a meal afterwards is, as always, the capstone to a great gunfire-filled day.

For more info and directions, contact me at: [email protected]

Folks, this is a fun shoot and it’s filled with good people, a WIDE variety of shooty things, and good food afterward!  Sadly, I’ll be out of pocket and won’t make it, but if you’re in the area and want to meet some good folks and shoot some nice guns, drop Murph a line and sign up.

The Grey Man, Part 10…

Okay, this is the final segment I’m going to put up. A lot of folks want me to turn this into a book, so I’m working on that with some help from various friends…  I’m shooting to have something by November if everything comes together.  I’d like to thank all those who’ve commented, corrected my errors, and sent emails egging me on.  One thing’s for damn sure, this is WORK trying to meet y’alls expectations!!! 🙂

The Grey Man, Part 10-

The next morning everyone made it to breakfast, although Jesse and Aaron looked strangely tired and blushed a lot, much to the amusement of everyone else.  After breakfast Juanita handed out assignments, freely drafting Matt and Aaron into the working parties necessary to set up for the 100+ expected people.

With Francisco driving the tractor and trailer, tables and chairs were brought out of storage, washed down and set up between the old house and new house.  The old man was summarily sent to the store for coolers full of ice, Matt and Aaron drafted into helping the arriving ladies unload various trunks, back seats, and generally carrying things that were needed. 

The ladies took the measure of Aaron and numerous comments in Spanish and English flew around the kitchen and the yard as the ladies bustled around setting up the tables, serving area and cooking areas. 

Francisco, Matt and Aaron strung lights plugging them in and replacing the bulbs that had blown out and did a general cleanup of the area. 

Aaron was almost to the point of a permanent blush until Jesse rescued him and Matt and sent them to the store for heavy-duty plates, silverware, packages of napkins and drink cups.  After driving the horses all into the corral and securing the gate, Toby brought the tractor over and mowed about a third of the pasture and picked up the hay. 

After Matt and Aaron returned, Francisco drafted them to help drive stakes to mark parking areas in the field and to help take the gate off the hinges and set it to the side of the cattleguard.   Their next assignment was to move all the ladies cars over to the pasture, which became rather interesting, since most of the ladies were nowhere near as tall as Matt or Aaron, and hilarity ensued when Aaron tried to drive a Miata to the pasture without moving the seat back. 

The old man finally returned with the ice and the Sheriff in tow.  Once the ice had been distributed, the men were finally allowed to go out on the front porch with a pitcher of iced tea.

After introducing everyone, the old man plopped down in one of the rockers, “NOW I remember why we don’t do this very often.  God what a PITA!”

Matt just shook his head saying, “Damn, Juanita could get a job tomorrow as a sergeant major in the Marine Corps, that lady has her act together!”

Aaron chimed in, “Hell, I think she could teach some of the sergeant majors I’ve seen some things.  And I really wish I knew Spanish so I could figure out what they were saying.”

The old man and Sheriff both chuckled, and the Sheriff replied, “No son, you really don’t.  Those ladies in there are all basically farm girls, so they cut straight to the meat or bone depending.  But it does look like they approve of you, so you’re really in trouble now.  They’ll be planning the wedding before the night’s over.”

Aaron looked like he’d been hit with a 2 x 4, while everyone else laughed.  “Wedding, what damn wedding, I… er…”

More laughter ensued with the old man chiming in, “Well, you’re a helluva lot better than the last one she was seeing.  And most of those biddies in there think Jesse should be married with kids by now.  So all I can say is I hope to hell your intentions are honorable, otherwise they’ll gut you like a fish, and hang your hide over the corral fence!”

Matt looked over at Aaron, “You’re on your own now buddy, I’m outta this one!”

Aaron was saved by Jesse walking out with a new pitcher of iced tea and the decree that the men needed to clean up and get presentable, but the bathrooms in the main house were off limits, since the women needed to freshen up and they’d laid claim to them.  The men could use the bathroom in the old house, and step on it, people would start showing up in an hour. 

Grumbling and claiming the homeowner’s right, the old man went in grabbed his clothes and a towel and headed to the old house.  Matt and Aaron decided to wear khakis and their red Marine polo shirts, figuring in for a penny, in for a pound.  Francisco disappeared to his house, and left the Sheriff sitting on the porch when Jesse returned to pick up the pitchers.

Jesse plopped into a chair sighing, “My feet are killing me already, and we haven’t even started dancing yet.”

The Sheriff laughed, “Well Jesse, y’all decided to do this, not us so you’re getting no sympathy from me.  And you DO remember you’re on the schedule for a patrol shift tomorrow don’t you?”

“Oh shit… I forgot all about that.  Can I, no.  Ummm, if I take the shift can Aaron ride along? I mean it should be fairly quiet.”

The Sheriff rocked back in the chair and looked at Jesse, “If I say yes, you still have to do the patrol and you will have to pay attention.  Can you do that?”

“Yes sir, I will.  It’s not like Aaron doesn’t know about patrolling, I mean… he’s done it in combat, so I don’t think there will be a problem.”

“Okay, but come see me before you go out tomorrow.  Holmes is out sick with a stomach bug, so I’ll be in the office tomorrow.”

Smiling, Jesse nodded got up and grabbed the pitcher, disappearing back into the house.   

45 minutes later, the men were all back on the front porch, when Juanita came out and inspected them and brought a round of Shiner’s for them, “Y’all cleanup pretty good, and here’s your reward, y’all get one now and one with dinner, no more just in case anybody gets stupid.”

A chorus of Yes Ma’am’s were followed by the old man’s toast, “Once more into the breach dear friends, and absent comrades!” They all touched bottles and sipped appreciatively.

Shortly thereafter, cars started arriving and Francisco and Toby managed the parking as the old man played host.  Matt and Aaron did their best to stay out of the way and help out where they could, ferrying food from the kitchen and coolers from the barn for the drinks.  Finally the old man and Jesse walked to the front of the tables, “Well, I think about everybody that’s coming is here, so let’s have a quick prayer and get to eating.”

Everyone bowed their heads, and Jesse said a short prayer thanking God for everyone and his guidance.  The line moved quickly as the Ramos brothers filled plates with the BBQ of folks’ choice, and they moved to the next table with all the trimmings.  Matt and Jesse hung back and waited for the old man, Francisco and Toby.  Juanita came over, flushed and smiling and looked over the crowd, “I think we done good boss, what say you?”

“Yep, y’all done good, and Jose, thanks for coming out and putting the BBQ on for us! Remember we need to set aside some plates for the folks on duty, and having said that, I’m hungry, let’s eat!”

Jose nodded, saying, “We’ve already prepped twenty-five plates and set them aside, we did twelve beef, twelve pork, and one veggie so that should make em happy.” 

Juanita chimed in, “We’ll load the trimmings on later, and the Sheriff says he’ll take them in when he leaves, so we’ve got a couple of hours.  Now go, I’m hungry too!”

The old man told Matt to try both the beef and pork, so both Matt and Aaron took a little of each, there were BBQ beans and refried beans, potato salad, fresh cut French fries, salad, tortillas, rice, fresh jalapenos, pickles and white bread to choose from.  Jesse laughed as Aaron tried to figure out how to fit everything on one plate, telling him, “You CAN come back you know, it’s not like there isn’t going to be anything left.” 

Aaron ducked his head, blushed and let Jesse lead him over to a table on the side of the area with a number of younger folks already sitting there, Toby had saved them two places together so they put the food down and Aaron went for drinks.  Jesse introduced Aaron to everyone and after the HI’s and howareya’s were done, everybody got serious about eating.  Aaron was amazed at the different taste and said so to Jesse, who just laughed, “Well, this is real Texas BBQ, not like that stuff we got in West Virginia.  And they just don’t know how to do real good brisket back there.”

Matt sat with the old man, Francisco and Juanita and the Sheriff.  He realized this was really the first time he’d seen the old man even close to relaxed, but he was still sitting where he could see the doors and the drive into the yard.  Matt wondered if the old man was carrying, and figured ‘he’ was probably the only one at the table that wasn’t carrying.  He’d noticed even Juanita with her apron on, probably either had a pistol in the pocket or behind it.   

Looking around he realized that probably most of the folks here were carrying, and remembering the looks of the trucks in the field, there were some serious shooters in this bunch.  It also seemed most of the people were at least bi-lingual as the conversations flowed freely between Spanish and English depending on what was being said.  The other thing he realized was all these folks were equals, regardless of their heritage, definitely not what the media reported, but then again he reminded himself that he knew better than to listen to and believe the media after what they’d done to the Corps.  And he also noticed there were some pretty Spanish ladies here in their blouses and colorful skirts!

After finishing the plate of BBQ, he turned to the old man, “Okay, I’ll admit this is some damn good BBQ, and I don’t think I’ve ever had better brisket anywhere.  And I’ll admit this is better than most of the Carolina BBQ too.”

The old man laughed, “Accepted, and now for the dessert.  Com’on, I’ll explain what we’ve got over there.”

Getting up and moving between tables, the old man was greeting folks and introducing Matt as they went.  Finally arriving at the dessert table, he pointed out the Flan, Churros, Chili-Chocolate cake; blackberry, peach, and apple cobblers, and cakes and pies.  At the end of the table were churns of home-made ice cream in at least three different flavors. 

“Choose your poison Marine, there’s more where this came from,” he said with a smile. 

Matt groaned, “Now you tell me all this is here, if I’d known this, I wouldn’t have gone back for a second helping on the BBQ.”

As they made their choices, Jesse dragged Aaron over to the patio and suddenly the music got cranked up to a ‘dancing’ level.   Folks started getting up and moving toward the patio as Jesse and Aaron stood off to the side apparently disagreeing over something.  Matt pointed, “Oops, looks like the first fight is in progress, and I’m betting it’s over dancing.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen Aaron on a dance floor anywhere.”

The old man chuckled, “Can’t say I blame him, but Jesse’s a dancing fool.  Just watch! She’ll embarrass him to the point he’ll get up there.”

God Bless Texas by Alan Jackson came on and the line dancing was on.  Some of the Hispanic folks were disappearing toward their cars and Matt asked, “Are they leaving?”

The old man replied, “Nah, they’re after their instruments; we’ll have a pretty good little Mariachi band here in a bit.  Once that happens, they’ll alternate back and forth for a few hours or until I throw em all out.”

Jesse was up leading the line dance and teasing Aaron anytime she came close.  Matt and the old man sat back and just watched and enjoyed it.  Getting up to get another cup of coffee, Matt stood by the table for a few minutes and realized there was a woman standing near him; he nodded to her, she smiled back and walked over, “Hello, my name is Felicia and I’ve been watching, you don’t dance?”

Matt realized she was a very attractive lady and probably close to his age, mid-late 30’s and not wearing a ring.  He looked out at the dance floor and answered, “I’m Matt, and well I don’t know how to line dance, and I’m not much good for anything but slow dancing.  I’m one of those WASPs with no rhythm…”

Felicia cocked her head, “WASP? What is that?”

Matt chuckled, “Sorry, white Anglo-Saxon protestant, it means I’m a lousy dancer.  Besides I’ve got big feet.”

Felicia looked up at Matt and said, “Well you ARE a big man, and I think a hard man, but inside I think you’ve got a big heart.” 

Matt wasn’t sure how to respond, so he excused himself, grabbed a second cup of coffee and headed back to the table with the old man.  Handing him a cup, he looked back to see Felicia step onto the dance floor by herself and slot seamlessly into the line dance.  The old man leaned over, “Why didn’t you dance with her?”

Matt shrugged, “Hell I’m too damn big and clumsy for dancing; besides she’s just a little bitty thing!”

The old man just laughed.

A few minutes later the stereo went down and the Mexicans tuned up for a few minutes, then swung into a salsa beat.  The dancers changed out, some sitting and others jumping up to dance.  Jesse was grabbed by a young Mexican and they swung into an excellent salsa that showed they’d danced together before.  Aaron got disgusted and walked back over to the table and sat down, “I don’t believe this, not a single damn dance I can actually dance to, and I’m not about to make a fool out of myself!”

Finally Jesse came over, smiling and laughing, wiping her face with a napkin she plopped next to Aaron, “They’re going to play a slow dance in a couple of songs, and I want to dance with you, okay?”

Aaron nodded and perked up a little bit. 

“Hon, I’m not trying to embarrass you but I like to dance, and besides it’s good exercise!”

Two songs later, as Jesse and Aaron got up, Matt also got up and walked over to Felicia; holding out his hand he said, “I’m willing to try this if you are.”

Felicia cocked her head, put her hand in Matt’s and led him to the dance floor.  When they got on the floor, Matt realized how little Felicia really was, she barely came up to his shoulder, and felt light as a feather.  In an attempt to be polite he asked, “Are you from here too? I guess you know we’re just here for a couple of days.”

Felicia looked up at him smiling, “Originally I was, but now I live in California and work as a translator for Customs and Border Patrol.  I just happened to be back on vacation and got to come along tonight.  I remember Senor John from when I was a little girl, my Padre worked for him during roundups.”

Matt’s heart did a little flip, but he was afraid to ask where in California she lived.  The dance ended way too soon for Matt, and he escorted her back to the table she was sharing with family.  Thanking her for the dance, he grabbed another cup of coffee and headed back to their table.  Francisco and Juanita were just sitting down and taking a break too.  Juanita glanced over at Matt, “Thank you for dancing with Felicia her mother was afraid no one would dance with her.”

Matt asked, “Why? She’s a good dancer, and a pretty lady!”

Juanita answered, “Well, she doesn’t live here anymore, and she’s now a widow, her husband died a year ago in a construction accident.  So any man she dances with here would be in trouble with his wife or family, especially if they danced with her because they feel sorry for her.  I was afraid I was going to have to ask John to dance with her!”

Matt said, “Well, I didn’t mind it, and I don’t think she did either.”

Francisco broke in, “Matt, I think she lives not too far from where you are going to be stationed.  I think Encinitas, Escondido, something like that.”

The old man just sat drinking coffee and watching the dancers, he noticed that Jesse had finally convinced Aaron to try some line dances, and they were both laughing; and they made a good couple.  Thankfully Jesse had gotten her looks and build from Pat, not from Jack he thought…

At six feet plus Aaron topped her by four or five inches, and obviously loved her.  Couldn’t ask for much more, whether he realized it or not.  Glancing over at Matt, he and Felicia were an interesting pair, Matt looked like a Viking berserker, holding Felicia like she was a little Spanish doll and he was going to break her; that got him chuckling…

Jesse turned the stereo down and all four of them came over and sat down.  Jesse turned to Matt and Aaron, “Eduardo and Rosa are going to do the Hat Dance, and that will be the last dance.  They’re married and actually professional dancers, but tonight it’s for fun!  Since I don’t think y’all know the history, it’s pretty much the representative dance of Mexico now, and represents the courtship of a man and a woman, with the woman first rejecting the man’s advances, then eventually accepting them.  The sexual connotations were the original reason for disapproval and banning by the Catholic Church.  Now, Rosa is wearing the most traditional outfit is called the China Poblana; The blouse and skirt combination is named after a woman from India who came to Mexico on a ship called the Manila Galleon to work as a servant in the early 19th century; why China? I dunno.  But the Asian dress was adapted in the State of Puebla, with the skirt now heavily embroidered.  The traditional outfit for men is that of the charro, generally heavily decorated in silver trim; and Eduardo’s using the traditional real silver Conchos that have been in his family for years.

After the dance, everyone started packing up and picking up, and the old man bid everyone a good evening and thanked them for coming.  The ladies quickly and efficiently fixed the 25 plates for the sheriff to take back to the station, and everything else went into the fridges or freezers based on Juanita’s direction.  By midnight everything was pretty much done, with the exception of the tables, and the old man gave Jose Ramos a check for his help and profuse thanks for doing the cooking.  Juanita finished cleaning the kitchen and poured one more cup of coffee as everyone filtered off to bed.  Sitting down she realized it had been a long day.

Reflections-

Juanita remembered the first days here, not knowing if Francisco was going to live or not; then being offered a place to live and a new life.  She first thought that it was just out of pity, but now she knew it was really a partnership.  And when Amy died, she’d become the de facto mother to Jesse.  She’d been worried about Jesse and her finding a good man, but now after meeting Aaron and watching him for a couple of days, whe was feeling a lot better.  Both Matt and Aaron were a lot like John, the depth of character proven on the battlefield didn’t show unless you knew what you were looking for; but both of them had it in spades.  Aaron was almost as quiet as John, and it was funny to watch him try to figure out situations and interactions. She thought he probably hadn’t had any siblings and probably wasn’t real good at personal interactions.  And Jesse liked to poke him, but she was doing it both because she’s truly in love and because she’s testing him. Just like I did with Francisco those many years ago in Guadalajara.  Yes, I think they’ve made the commitment, even if neither of them realizes it just yet.    

Again, thanks to all that read and commented, I appreciate it!!!

 

 

Only in Kalifornia…

Well, the PPP had to go into the emergency room last night because she was in false labor, and even after discussing the case AND telling the doctor she was a paramedic, she got handed this…

Pregnacy form

Now what makes this even BETTER, is this is not some podunk hospital in the hinterlands of California, but one with a NICU on site!!!

Apparently every ER, hospital and Urgent Care unit is required to give these to ALL pregnant women…

Teh funny though, was I was showing this to one of my co-workers (male) when our boss walked in. He wanted to see what we were laughing about, and my co-worker told him, “Well, I’m suffering from number 2 and number 7, so what does that mean?”

The boss said words to the effect that, “If you’re pregnant, we can get a LOT of money out of this!”  We probably laughed for five minutes over that… Yeah, it’s been that kind of Monday…