So around and around we would go, playing pin the tail on the *******, in one hand a beverage of some kind (schnapps), in the other a bowling ball. I seem to recall flying with my feet a lot. O, but those were the days for such things.
Precious memories I'm recalling as I write this:
Airmigan being really amazing in a P-38.
Staying up all night during the first ever mega-super-duper-big-time scenario, or whatever it was called, the one with midway, and every other battle from WWII, I was in charge of something, Fencer was in charge of something, Someone was in command, Sloth and I outlasted everyone for staying awake the longest ('cause we were weirdos), something something, lots of somethings, I think that was the longest I ever stayed on (16 hours straight, after 2 hours sleep, following 14 hours on or something, I don't know, it was something, I won, I know that.)
That's all I remember at the moment. Oh my, where does the mind go?
I'll say more about things later...for now, I only wished to see the sight of my own thoughts.
If anyone lives in the Tulsa area, you should say hi to me if you see me on the street, or at the Indian restaurant. I also intend to be lurking in the general state of Texas soon, as well as Ft. Collins, CO. And at somepoint Chicago and Oshkosh. Ah, public appearances--OK, mostly visiting young lady friends of mine. But I might put on a show or two, people seem to like it when I do that.
But enough about me (since when?)--let's talk about you!
