Good Morning Gentle Readers,
I can't get within 100 feet of the Viet Nam War Memorial. Mostly that's because if you get closer than that you can read the names. I was in DC when the Holocaust Museum opened but nixed that as well. I don't do funerals, except now and again. And, that's probably why I'll not see the USS Arizona up close and personal neither. I suppose I might have to take the kids some day, but it better be on a day when my allergies are giving me fits.
All them planes'd make you barf nickels wouldn't it? I was going to use the other term, but this is a family show here. A lot of people proved their mettle that day. I think it counts for something. God might too.
Don McLean was right. So was Patton. At the rate things are going, my kids will be fighting in Iraq a decade from now. Armageddon anyone? Pass the tinfoil hat. Thankee.
Speaking of dorks and Samurai's, I almost cut my thumb off with a Samurai sword Thanksgiving night. The sword is real, taken from a dead Japanese warrior and smuggled back to the US by Wayne Weber's uncle. It was bequeathed to me by an accident of death. Actually, it was bequeathed to my custody until such time as my son is old enough to take care of it properly.
As I picked the dam thing up to show it to my friend Stevie Crown (the spy for the Dark Side), I tipped it down toward the floor and it started to slide out of the scabbard (because the locking mechanism is old and doesn't work right). I reflexively grabbed this HEAVY STEEL SHARP-EDGED MOVING OBJECT with my hand. Bright boy.
Doh. One of those things where you know immediately that you have miscalculated and your brain is saying DON'T GRAB THAT but it's too late because your automatic reflexes overrode...... Lisa said I had a big OH-Oh look on my face.
It needed stitches but I could not bear the thought of five hours in the ER with a bunch of illegals and assorted sticky sneezy children. Taped it up good. Used butterfly bandages.
It's not healed yet, but it's at the really ugly, scabby, nasty, itchy stage where you know you are out of the woods but you're just wishing it was done.
Stoopid me, I tried to re-enact the idiocy and, for the life of me, I cannot figure out how in the hell I cut it the way I did [shrugs].
There is a lesson here, Jacob my son. This is how people get accidentally shot to death. Pay attention Boy.