Remembering

A few snap shots of what September 11th means from friends in blogland what I really found out in this search?  That many of my old blogging links are dead or haven't blogged in years.  I deleted a bunch of links and need to move some around it looks like.  This is what happens when real life intrudes in your cyber life.  I've decided to leave the blogs up of those who posted in Iraq but quit

A Decade...

Tonight, I’m sitting in front of a flat screen TV watching
Frontline on PBS, my dogs snoozing on both sides of me and my beautiful wife
working out on the elliptical on the other side of the room.  I have 14 squadron Corpsman, of whom I herd
like cats and spend an extraordinary amount of time trying to keep my programs
at work running on a day to day basis. 
Life is full and busy, both

Labor Day Dustman Camping Trip

Reminder to self, when driving Neal (my Toyota Tacoma with
265,000 miles, named Neal because it’s 220,000 miles to the moon and we’re
currently driving back), not to run the A/C when going from a couple hundred
feet elevation to 7000 feet of elevation.  





Our trip started out with an almost disaster (or disaster if
you’re not me, even though I’m a corpsman, I have a degree in automotive