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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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It’s the human need to be “part” of something. No matter how much we may denigrate, the time, or the people involved, it is a shared experience. The lens of time may skew our individual remembrance of that snapshot. But, it is shared nonetheless. Do not miss the opportunity, to reconnect, no matter how remotely. Everyone will bring their own treasure to be shared. You will find those, with whom you are glad to have forgotten, and those, whom you may have dismissed previously, that you want to get to know better.
Of course I have had supper, and begun to relax, with my favorite libation, so take my counsel, with as many grains of salt you feel necessary.

SO well written!
 
I have been called by my middle name since birth. It seems to be a trend in my family, but it could be that both grandfathers, maternal and paternal uncles, great uncle, etc, all shared my first name. Family reunions, were confusing, to say the least.
Two of my nephews were called by their middle names while growing up. Due to jobs, personnel files, etc. they have gotten accustomed to being called by their first names and answer to either. Neither one is a "junior".
My father and both of my brothers in law were named David. That was fun at reunions.
 
My like for the above is partial. You can guess which part I don't like.
I got it!

It’s the human need to be “part” of something. No matter how much we may denigrate, the time, or the people involved, it is a shared experience. The lens of time may skew our individual remembrance of that snapshot. But, it is shared nonetheless. Do not miss the opportunity, to reconnect, no matter how remotely. Everyone will bring their own treasure to be shared. You will find those, with whom you are glad to have forgotten, and those, whom you may have dismissed previously, that you want to get to know better.
Of course I have had supper, and begun to relax, with my favorite libation, so take my counsel, with as many grains of salt you feel necessary.

SO well written!
Deeper Texan is talking about a potluck dinner gathering...
 
I lived in a house where three of us were named "Al". Two of us played in the same band and the third sorta kinda "managed" us (well, we let him think so). Phone would ring and a caller would ask to speak to "Al". The answer-er would ask "Which one?" Caller would usually say "The one in the band." Hilarity (and confusion) ensued. Depending on who called, we'd try to drag that out as long as possible.
 
Neither one is a "junior".

I plead guilty to this one. After growing up with three sisters and no brothers, then fathering three daughters and no sons in my first marriage, I finally "put a stem on one" with my current (and last) wife. I couldn't help myself. He's a "junior". Now that he's all grown and moved out, we worry about mail issues. He's a good kid though...and a GREAT musician.
 
Yes but you were directly on target. Many heads turned, so middle names were used. My parents never called me by my first name. ( Unless I was in serious trouble, then all three names were used)
my parents, relatives and friends all called me by my nick name. Always. On my first day of school the teacher called out my proper name and I didn't respond. I didn't know who she was calling, but someone there had the same last name as me! My cousin elbowed me and said: I think she means you. When I got home I reported that the teacher had called me a new name. I was astounded to learn that I had a second name.
 
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There's enough Aquavit and Pomade in those pictures to grease the tracks of a Tiger tank. :meh:
Was there anything about that in any German field manual? ;)Or USGI one for that matter? Your comment had me flashing back to that segment of Saving Private Ryan where the Capt. tells all the disbelieving soldiers about sticky bombs.

I never served, but I have the deepest respect for all those that have, and are. Thanks for your service and sacrifice!:thumbsup:
 
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