Well, apart from IRGCN tomfoolery yesterday was a quiet day for output, as your humble scribe was spending the balance of his day shattering himself against the breakers of an Operations Research/Analysis final exam, which thank God it was open book and cross your fingers.
Today shall be a quiet day as well since your servant, his eldest daughter and her bestest friend are heading down in the company of like minded members of our local godbothering association for to help in the painting of a convent hospital o’er across the border in Tijuana.
Which, surprising though it may sound, what with the enduring proximity of TJ to Sandy Eggo, is his first trip down thet-aways. Who’d-a thunk that with all the rumored delights of the senses and flesh that your correspondent’s first trip down there would be spent in the company of the Carmelites? But there it is. And anyways I’m told that the Mexican food in TJ is quite authentic, so there’s that to look forward to.
So, talk amongst yourselves if the mood strikes, or join in over at the Flight Deck in one of the longest running conversations ever sponsored by a naval aviator on the subject of healthcare – socialized, free market or hybrid? You decide.
If you can.
Hey Lex
Thanks for the plug, so to speak
And although I appreciate the microphone, I couldn’t help but notice that the perspective of naval aviator types is sadly lacking from said conversation. Just in case, upon your return and your fill of authentic Mexican food, you’re looking for something a little different to try….
Our host is always welcome!
Have Taquitos for me, I can’t find any proper versions here
Oh, and godbotherers are fine, so long as it’s just God they’re bothering, the last bunch of Utah types I got I answered naked and erm… at attention.
Hopefully I made some sort of black list….
Michelle, Your efforts shows an extrodinary depth of knowledge and clear and concise writing…very impressive. Unfortunately for me the topic along tax reform, abortion rights and religion makes my eyes glaze over… a sure sign I think of impending old fart-dom. Best
Thanks Snake. I think
Actually just the words “tax reform” are sufficient to glaze my eyes over and cause me to gasp for breath so I guess I understand. But I must confess, sometimes I have to wonder……..is anybody else even reading or ifs just us nutbars?
just us Nutbars
Hello Nutbar….welcome back!
Thought things had been a little less nutty lately
I shoulda gotten here earlier today to warn you, Lex. When we lived in El Cajon (1970) we went down to TJ for the day & somebody pinched my butt in a crowd waiting to cross a street
Anxious to hear your AAR.
Hey Miss B,
Sorry to hear about your pinch.
I had a change-purse pinched walkin’ back to the gate by a little barefoot boy askin’ me to buy chiclets. I’m still unsure how he did it. Lucky for me, unlucky for him, it was empty.
Tijuana is an interesting place. I haven’t been there since high school when our Spanish class went at the end of the year.
My strongest memory (besides the mangoes with chili and the wonderful blankets I purchased and still own) was that of the grabbing of the sellers. If I showed the slightest bit of interest in an item, I was immediate descended upon with great enthusiasm.
My Spanish was good enough to expound on my complete lack of serious interest in a seller’s wares, but they literally did not take no for an answer — the males in particular touched and pulled and would not let go. I was so grateful to have my tall and muscular black friend from inner-city LA with me. One “no” from him and suddenly I was freed.
It can be a lot of fun, though. I’ve often wanted to go back, but no longer have friends in the area I would want to go with…
Ha! Sadly, it was forty years ago, when as a frshly minted E-2, right out of boot camp, that I visited TJ. Unfortunately, I don’t remember a whole lot about that trip. Or, then again, maybe it’s fortunate that I don’t.
Guy;
Yeah, about 45 years ago and I wasn’t in the military yet, but was also “young and dumb and full of cum” and what I remember of TJ is a kid coming up to me on the street and saying, “Hey mister? You want a virgin? My mother”.
I never went back.
Hey Michelle, not so sure I like the newest monikor – nutjob. That would be MS. Nutjob, if you please…
“That would be MS. Nutjob, if you please’”
LOL Actually it was nutbar…..excuse me, Ms. Nutbar.
Will Mr. Nutbar be joining you this evening?
Oops, sorry Michelle – Ms. Nutbar. Mr. Nutbar prefers to stay in the background, the strong silent type donchaknow.
Is this the new LOOK?
I like it, Cap’n!
I have many memories of TJ, alas none suitable for mixed company.
Hmmmm….this is interesting. Actually … it’s okay! I can live with it, And I know that’s
highly important to you
I like the colours.
Only two comments, on the sidebar I can’t read the headings unless I
highlight them first. Doesn’t matter much to me though because I can easily read what’s
under the headings. That and the comment box, goes waaaaaaaay off the end of the page so
I have to hit enter at the end of every line. Which probably means the comment itself will
appear oddly formatted in the end.
Thought you wanted two columns (side bars) though. Is that what you plan to do?
Lex,
You were out of bounds!
http://www.i-mef.usmc.mil/msc/1mardiv/1lar/TroopInfo/libertylimits.jpg
Some things never change.
You know the funny thing is that I actually might have been, Casca. I read every weekend about Sailors getting in trouble down there who didn’t have the correct permissions to be there. Didn’t think about it until we crossed back across the border and the US Customs guy saw my military ID…