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| Life in Georgia. |
In keeping with my personal goal to write something everyday, and, knowing that some days are just like this, I’m just going to just add this run on, going no where sentence , hoping that the discerning reader will see how the mind of a 71 year old Grandpa works, and sometimes doesn’t work. There I’ve done it. I’ve written one absolutely true sentence. Although I doubt that the late Mr. Hemingway would agree that this is what he was talking about. But this is my Blog.
With apologies to E Hemingway
I hit the publish button!!
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The beginning:
Bob reported to enlist in the US Navy on a hot Monday morning. He traveled to an armed forces enlistment center where they do this kind of thing . Newark New Jersey July 31, 1972. Cocky, scared, acting tough like the 80 or so other new recruits who had chosen that day to enlist. They were all so full of it. Bob had just graduated high school in Jersey. Turned 18 3 months earlier. He pretended to know it all, while knowing nothing. They flew the new gang of Navy larva to Chicago for basic training. The day which had started early morning, found them herded through the terminal building at Ohare. It was after 11pm. Waiting busses whisked the new Navy “boots” to the Recruit Training Center at Great Lakes. The first shock of many to come , they shut the gates behind the busses. This was real now.
Bob did not realize at the time but that first day in so many ways was the first day of his young innocent life. Many days, months and years were to follow. But this was the beginning. It was a beginning like many beginnings and then it passed and it was no longer a beginning. It became real life.
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| Bob … A month before the quest began |
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| Hiding the shiner |
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| After …. well iced |
So we are here. Damaged goods but still alive.
Thank you God for preventing what could have been much worse.
Thank you Lens Crafters for actual customer service and actual compassion. That is so rare nowadays and greatly greatly GEATLY appreciated.
Now on to the visit
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Before we had the always popular and vivacious world wide web, we would amuse ourselves by balancing spoons on our noses. No Fussing, no mussing, no drama, no stupid security updates, no twitters turning into X's, no Book of Face. nothing but just goofing around with spoons.
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| Pre 21st century internet days |
"Isn't it pretty to think so?" a famous line from Ernest Hemingway’s novel “The Sun Also Rises” It certainly covers a lot of ground. Thanks Ernest!
Stay Cool!!!!
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| Say hello to my lil Frenz!!! |
This was bad enough but about an hour later, my air conditioning unit sounded like something was wrong. So up I go, looking around, investigating , nothing to be found . The strange noise was gone. So now I’m 0 for 2 . Bugs escape, air has a gremlin which I’m sure will never come back unless it is 3am. I’m up at this point , no more sleep. 5 hours will have to do even though it won’t even be close.
Next item, my bicycle ride. What could go wrong with that? Well last night it rained pretty heavy and my development had small streams of water runoff on all the roads. Miserable. Squishy. My normal hour and 55 ride took 21/2 hours.
All of this occurred before 9:30 am. There is an entire day ahead and so far this one is starting as a compete crap show.
It all started with a bug!
Hemingway gave us all this advice for successful writing : Start with one honest sentence . The most honest sentence you can think of.
Ok: I am really tired.
Stay cool y’all