This might get added to over the course of the day. Then again, maybe it won’t. Eh.
SNO has come home from the sea, although – so far as I can tell? Most of his stories seem to involve ECA’s ashore in Sydney and Brisbane. Funny thing about the life of a sailor – after even a little while, just about every day at sea seems the same. No two nights ashore on liberty ever are though.
He met quite a number of folks who recognized our shared name. Some of them even had kind things to say about his pap, believe it or don’t.
We have a tradition of not speaking ill of the dead – they prolly thought that I had passed away.
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You know that whole “stages of life” thing? I just realized that one of the principle indicators about where you are in life might just be determined by what magazines and catalogs you get in the mail. They’re a measure of the your interests in the world and your interest in things in the world, which are not quite the same thing.
When I was a lieutenant I subscribed to Field and Stream and Triathelete and got catalogs from Cabela’s. The Hobbit subscribed to “Gourmet.” Also, the Victoria’s Secret catalog was very popular aboard ship although – and this is the darndest thing – I cannot recall anyone receiving it at home. Probably, you know, for the gift potential that was in it. For our significant others. And so on.
Now I get subscribe to the Economist, and Bicycling (because running is hard on the knees), while the Hobbit now gets Cooking Light (for me) and the catalogs that do show up in the box have nothing much to do with my interests at all. I’m not even sure why pottery should need a barn.
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The WSJ offers up the only plausible reason why AGAG is kept on board.
There’s no doubt that Mr. Bush could use a new Attorney General, someone who was more than a political pi?
Well, speaking from my experience regarding the Victoria Secret catalog … when Husband was on the Ranger, he bought me a beautiful pair of lounging pajamas — the kind that go from neck to ankle without an inbetween. I never wear that type of sleepwear (nightgowns are best) and wondered what he had been thinking, ’cause it sure wasn’t about me. Which made for interesting conversations once he got home, with lots of questions.
I finally got to see the catalog and realized the “why me?” part once I saw the model wearing that nightwear.
Ahhh, I said. No wonder.
He still got asked lots of questions, though.
Pity my godparents were OS, I could have set SNO up with a house on the beach at Manly (Godfather owes me one)
Did he at least get Chris to take him up?
BTW- Mention Kings Cross out of the blue, let us know if he blushes
Bicycling? Cooking Light? Lex, it’s more than time to shave the Foo Manchu, get on the bike, and hit the open road with Mrs. Lex…telling the girls that you are both OFF DUTY until further notice.
Veritas et Fidelis Semper
Those are all better than membership offers from AARP.
Sigh….
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“I’m not even sure why pottery should need a barn..”
…hehe…similar to why guys need a “depot” for home…
That “VS” Catalog certainly seems to get around ala Kilroy…I recall the “Kingdom’s Censors” in SWA would use magic marker to obscure the scantily clad cuties leaning against cars on the covers of hotrod mags. Troops would aptly point out that a hotrod with 10 or so coats of lacquer makes for a pretty clear reflection of any “leaners”…I suppose those sensors were task-saturated with so much infidel mail.
two words: “recess appointment”
Pottery does indeed need a barn – my house, thankuverymuch. And my hardware needs restoring, my creek is made of coldwater and it’s “Ross” to me, without the simon last name. And my best friend is named Talbot’s. The Hubby most certainly has a depot at home, he’s on a first name basis with L.L. (as in Bean) and his best friend is a garage named Griot’s.
Lex,
Speaking of Friday musing. I have a question and I’m wondering if your readership might throw some insight toward the answer. It’s a weekend so it might fill some slow space.
I just finished reading a book titled “Scorpion Down” by Ed Offley. In a nutshell Offley claims she was torpedoed by a Soviet sub. I was at China Lake at the time, May 68, and the buzz we heard was she had collided with a Soviet sub in a “brush off” maneuver. This was a hairy thing designed to get between a boomer and a trailing Soviet sub. If anyone has any comments it would be appreciated. Thanks.
Dangit, Sir, I did not need to read that, being someone who prolly really oughta cut back on the ethyl hydroxide consumption, a bit.
Owhell, I wanna be numb when they come for me; numb, I tell y’all!
P.s. I knew about the Modern Drunkard magazine before I ever caught the slightest hint of Skippy’s existence.
Modern Drunkard Magazine YGBSM!
“Stand Down” time is GREAT and much appreciated by parents, especially when it brings our Seaman home from his first patrol on the USS Maine.
It’s so very, very nice to reap the benefits of the tough submariner training when our son Alex comes home to visit, now much more a man than boy. I understand that first patrol “Dolphins” are rare, but that’s what he’s earned, per his board just this morning. Dolphins are the mark of a true submariner I’m told; now we must come up with our own form of recognition. Pleasant duty, that!!!
Proud we understand, Lex.
Bill C, Mr. Offley’s book (which I hope to read this year–it is on the shelf here) is, from what I have read…not…quite…right. I don’t buy into his theory and there is evidence to refute it. Anyway, drop me a line and I would be more than happy to give you one submariner’s take (bullnav@op-for.com).
Lex, you don’t get Cabela’s catalogs anymore??? They have very much expanded their line, and even though I left LT in the dust a looong time ago, I still get them. But, seeing as how I live 20 minutes from one, should I? Do I really nead them? With archery season a mere two months away, hell yeah!
Bill C. – Another submariner’s opinion here, to back up bullnav – totally agree with any theory involving Soviet subs or torpedoes as being far-fetched. I find the theory that a Mk 37 (electric torpedo) battery activated due to a failed component, resulting in a hot run in the torpedo room, to be much more plausible and fit well with facts at evidence.