Recent Comments

1. about 18 hours ago on Dogs of C-Kennel

   Iggy’s Red Bull rush ran out.

2. about 18 hours ago on Dog Eat Doug

   No, but then I’ve never had a cat. I have, however, been run over by a 50-pound dog having nighttime zoomies.

3. 2 days ago on WuMo

   Maybe they’re on an AirBus!

4. 2 days ago on Pluggers

   In the late 60’s, they helped me find my uncle who is buried in southern France even with the limited and somewhat wrong information I had on him, and I started sending flowers for his grave. In 1972, I was offered a trip to the cemetery for Memorial Day. While I would have loved to have gone, I gave them his widow’s information and they sponsored the trip for her and her son to France. Nearly 30 years after his death, they finally got to visit his grave.

5. 2 days ago on Dogs of C-Kennel

   I have a Black-Nosed Cur. She is the same way – I go where she wants to go. I don’t know how many times she has nearly dislocated my shoulders when she bolts in pursuit of a cat or rabbit that happens to be within sight when I take her out at night. If it were not for the leash, she’d be gone in a flash.

6. 2 days ago on The Born Loser

   While my dad was medically discharged early in his military service, he was not released until the end of the war. He worked in the base motor pool with German POWs inventorying captured equipment and vehicles. An uncle helped liberate Rome, was later wounded and is buried in southern France. My first employer helped liberate one of the concentration camps. A high school teacher fought in the Pacific while his brother was fighting Rommel in North Africa. Another teacher was a POW in Europe. Then came Korea….and my list goes on. Even though I grew up surrounded by living history, it wasn’t until I was older that I came to fully appreciate their sacrifice and honored all of them in the best way I knew how – by raising my own hand to serve.

7. 6 days ago on Dog Eat Doug

   Not where I go!

8. 6 days ago on Baby Blues

   “Vacation trips” usually meant wherever Dad could drive to in just a couple of hours, spend a night or two (maybe), then go back home. No sightseeing other than what you could see while on the road. When Dad was at the wheel, the only thing that mattered was getting to the destination. He focused on the road and only the road, totally oblivious to any of our need to stop somewhere. I had my own family before I learned that just traveling somewhere could be a big adventure in itself, no matter where you’re going.

9. 7 days ago on Buckles

   If you service them in the fall before putting them away for the winter, or at the very least doing it in the spring before mowing season starts, the lawn mower should not be that hard to start.

10. 7 days ago on Pluggers

    I can understand your husband quitting his job when he did. It sounds like he was caught up in typical government bureaucracy where one hand neither knows nor cares what the other hand is doing, and neither know nor care what really needs to be done and how things actually work. I dealt with a version of that in the Air Force when I had to deal the upper echelons of command. None knew nor cared what the other levels were doing or required. That needlessly complicated my job which included insuring our pilots had the correct flight and runway data for bases and other sites all along the east coast.