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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Odin wakes with a start before sunrise and the coffee is on. Osteopathic surgeon number one is Monday afternoon, osteopathic surgeon number two is Wednesday morning. Osteoarthritis it is, yet never too much to administer a therapeutic belly rub and chin scratch for Odin.

Spy coolness already peaked, IMO, by the time of Our Man Flint. The memory of the ring tone of Flint's phone still holds a place in my own neural net, and I can hear it quite clearly in my mind's ear. No spy stuff for this little black duck.

Used to be you got your prints rolled to carry press credentials. That's where it started for me. One moment, it seems, I'm pounding concrete with a reporter's notebook in hand, the next thing I'm being "welcomed in" at Ross Perot's old outfit. That company could have been called "Government Contracts 'R Us" so everyone got scrutiny. My boss was a bubblehead (with dolphins).

And as you may well guess by this point my natural view of things, none may be surprised who got called out on the carpet for submitting an expense report cover sheet in a font called Ransom.

The dress code was pretty fierce, especially considering the culture I came from. Yet also used to it as part of my continued financial well-being. "Everyone in here is wearing a uniform," Frank Zappa once told his audience following a highly charged moment of performance art (that upset everyone).

All those work clothes went to goodwill upon my retirement.

Today's clothing situation is a simple matter of selecting something to facilitate a swift evaluation of my foot. New DNR orders to be signed ... happy Monday you GOFs
I wanted to use the OMF ringtone for my phone. Couldn't find it anywhere.(haven't looked for awhile)
Good wishes for upcoming medical [stuff].
 
I wanted to use the OMF ringtone for my phone. Couldn't find it anywhere.(haven't looked for awhile)
Good wishes for upcoming medical [stuff].
Of all the tones/sounds from movies, that ringtone is probably the most difficult "bell to un-ring" I've ever run across.
 
It'd be fun to have it-the people who know it would get a kick out of it; those who don't would be"WTH?"
It's got to be out there for a nominal fee to download, but I've never run across it...however, I'd pay the nominal fee and download it in a heartbeat!
 
I had problems with electronics school in the service. First, I was color blind at a time when you had to read color coded resistors. Then, just as we were finishing the course, they took away my confidential clearance...I dunno what the folks back home were saying, but....

So, I already knew things I wasnt allowed to know.
 
I just paid $80 for a gallon of interior paint. My first four cars cost $35 ('48 Rambler) , $50 ('51 Studebaker), $75 ('54 Chevy) and $75 ('57 Plymouth).

No undercoat? I learnt that you can't put latex onto an oil based coat.

Painting is always a big job and it's never me that thinks that the room needs painting.
 
I had problems with electronics school in the service. First, I was color blind at a time when you had to read color coded resistors. Then, just as we were finishing the course, they took away my confidential clearance...I dunno what the folks back home were saying, but....

So, I already knew things I wasnt allowed to know.
Could be something really out there. I was at the Defense Language Institute in Monterey, when one student was removed from my class for failing his clearance. Turned out that the Feds found a picture of him wearing an organizer armband in a large group picture of an antiwar demonstration on Long Island. Since he'd enlisted, but failed his clearance, he was given a choice of what he wanted to do. He picked MP. Went to Ft. Benning. They threw him out, too! Too short! Only 5'4". At that time (1970), the minimum for an MP was 5'5". So he got to pick again. He met me when I got off the plane in Frankfurt, grabbed my duffle before inspection and walked me around the whole darn mess. What Army job had he wound up with?

German Post Office liaison!

Civilian apartment. Civilian clothes. Showed up daily at the main P.O. in Frankfurt to observe them handling packages from the U.S. going to American troops and dependents.

Some of us came under fire. Some of us came under stress. All he had to do was make sure that the German inspector checking Christmas packages knew that "gift" in English means "present", not "poison" like it does in German!

Not sure if there was a less risky assignment anywhere in the military.

Made out like a bandit, he did!
 
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Could be something really out there. I was at the Defense Language Institute in Monterey, when one student was removed from my class for failing his clearance. Turned out that the Feds found a picture of him wearing an organizer armband in a large group picture of an antiwar demonstration on Long Island. Since he'd enlisted, but failed his clearance, he was given a choice of what he wanted to do. He picked MP. Went to Ft. Benning. They threw him out, too! Too short! Only 5'4". At that time (1970), the minimum for an MP was 5'5". So he got to pick again. He met me when I got off the plane in Frankfurt, grabbed my duffle before inspection and walked me around the whole darn mess. What Army job had he wound up with?

German Post Office liaison!

Civilian apartment. Civilian clothes. Showed up daily at the main P.O. in Frankfurt to observe them handling packages from the U.S. going to American troops and dependents.

Some of us came under fire. Some of us came under stress. All he had to do was make sure that the German inspector checking Christmas packages knew that "gift" in English means "present", not "poison" like it does in German!

Not sure if there was a less risky assignment anywhere in the military.

Made out like a bandit, he did!
I was a musician in the Navy. Pretty sweet gig but, as usual, (some)Lifers f---*ed it up.
We had to stand watches in the 'Flag' office which is why the clearance(Clarence)was required.

*oul
 
I was a musician in the Navy. Pretty sweet gig but, as usual, (some)Lifers f---*ed it up.
We had to stand watches in the 'Flag' office which is why the clearance(Clarence)was required.

*oul
I gave thought to the musician route, but an older high school friend did it and told me that, once rehearsal was over, they'd get stuck on all sorts of details, like raking leaves, minor maintenance chores, etc. He was an oboist for one of the Army's field bands in the D.C. area. So no, thanks. Let me go be an MP, where you went home after duty and nobody messed with you otherwise. It was like a civilian job in that respect. Just with normal military chicken-pewp every day.
 
I gave thought to the musician route, but an older high school friend did it and told me that, once rehearsal was over, they'd get stuck on all sorts of details, like raking leaves, minor maintenance chores, etc. He was an oboist for one of the Army's field bands in the D.C. area. So no, thanks. Let me go be an MP, where you went home after duty and nobody messed with you otherwise. It was like a civilian job in that respect. Just with normal military chicken-pewp every day.
We had no other duties beyond the Flag Office sorta clerical crap(and that was only at sea during the second cruise)and maintaining our own space.
 
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