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December 26, 2011 by Big Fat Daddy
For those who know her and may care, Sabrina (Little Whip) is in very poor health and may well be nearing her end.  If you would like contact information PM me and I will forward.
December 23, 2011 by Big Fat Daddy
  Two snowstorms in a week, each worth about six inches;  lots of shoveling, scraping icy windshields, slipping around on snow-packed roads, and putting a couple hundred miles of wear on my tires trying to get up my driveway.  Battery chargers and jumper cables,   snow-frosted dogs,  and many pairs of wet socks.  And a windchill that would freeze the balls off of a brass bedstead.    The sun peeks out and the snow melts, even though the temper...
December 18, 2011 by Big Fat Daddy
  We were involved in a huge military exercise covering most of Southern California.  My unit, the 301st Trans out of Fort Ord California, was in direct support of the 7th Infantry Division and was set up in a tent city on the end of the runway at March AFB in Riverside.  Every fifteen minutes or so a huge flying gas station would take off right over our heads.  The newer ones based on the DC-10 were noisy but tolerable compared to the older KC-135 which was based on the 7...
December 11, 2011 by Big Fat Daddy
  Way back in the early days of "new world exploration", there were a lot of Frenchmen who came to this hemisphere to work the forests.  These French lumberjacks brought their axes, their saws, their big woods boots and probably checkered flannel shirts.  What they failed to bring were girls.  That lack began to manifest itself after a bit and the obvious solution was the Stephen Stills solution:  "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're wit...
December 9, 2011 by Big Fat Daddy
  I have heard that one of the strongest memory stimulators is your sense of smell.  A fresh-out-of-the-oven apple pie will bring you back to the days when grandma was baking them and you were a little kid.  A certain perfume will arouse the memory of a long-ago love.  A smell can take you back to a familiar place, too.   I was the son of a sailorman;  I grew up next to an ocean, a few different ones, in fact.  The smell of salt spray will bring up a v...
December 6, 2011 by Big Fat Daddy
  It was a late spring, early summer Saturday.  We got up and did some chores and then loaded the boys into the car and headed out for an adventure.  We didn't have a destination in mind, just out to have some fun.  First stop was at KFC for a bucket of chicken and then the Circle K for sodas and snacks.  We started off going Northwest on Grand Avenue.    We stopped in Wickenberg for a little bit and just looked around.  There is a big tree in...
December 5, 2011 by Big Fat Daddy
  El Cajon, California is my home town;  well, as much any place can be a home town to a Navy brat.  I spent most of my high school years there.  Went to several grade schools there.  I have memories of walking to the El Cajon theater with a quarter and that would get me into the Saturday Matinee with enough left over for popcorn and a coke.  When I was six or seven I would walk from my Aunt Essie's house to the Donut Center on El Cajon Boulevard and buy a do...
December 2, 2011 by Big Fat Daddy
They purchased a new Corvette and set out across the great USA in search of adventure and...I don't know...it was too early for all that hippy transcendental crap so just fun and chicks, I guess.  Anyway, we watched them every week as they took odd jobs and met people who needed their help.  I am sitting here hearing the theme song in my head; it was on the pop charts for a while...piano tinkling with a mellow backbeat, not the Bobby Troupe/ Rolling Stones song, just a mellow...
November 29, 2011 by Big Fat Daddy
  I have  been tootling around the Southwest Desert area for a lot of my life and other than an occasional checkpoint along I-5 in California, I don't recall much Border Patrol activity.  But this last trip we made we saw a lot of checkpoints, observation points, and patrols.  On I-8 between El Centro and Yuma there was a checkpoint that had several patrol cars, a mobile guard shack, and concrete barriers.  A couple of the Patrol SUVs were marked as K-9 units and ...
November 26, 2011 by Big Fat Daddy
  Willi was the barber for the command group at HQ USEUCOM (Headquarters, United States European Command) near Stuttgart, Germany.  The shop in the  basement of the J-2 building was his normal place of business but when summoned by the boss, Willi would make a housecall to the little barbershop in the  basement of the command  building.  I can't count the number of haircuts I received from Willi, nor can I recall all the conversations that we had.  But o...
November 26, 2011 by Big Fat Daddy
  The great Southwest is a beautiful place.  This month we traveled from Colorado Springs to Phoenix to San Diego to Fort Huachuca to Phoenix and back home.  At each location there was personal history and family.  It was fun to explore some of the history and always a good time to be with family.  The difficult part is the space between destinations...the long empty space.  All along the way we made a few notes and observations and thought it would be fun to sha...
November 19, 2011 by Big Fat Daddy
I think it was Thomas Wolfe who said that you can't go home again.  I think the sentiment he was expressing was that you grow up and change and so does everything at home.  So when you revisit your past, it isn't there anymore.  At least that's how I have experienced it.  MamaCharlie accuses me of being overly nostalgic and maybe I am.  I prefer to regard it as a respect for my history but I can see her point.  I am kinda stuck in the sixties....
November 6, 2011 by Big Fat Daddy
  The Army's policy for soldiers returning from Vietnam was that if you had six months or more left on your enlistment, you would be assigned somewhere in the States.  If you had less than six months left you would be discharged early and sent home.  Even shaving off the short-timers like that, Stateside posts soon became seriously over-populated.  My brother was sent to Fort Ord in September of 1966 and was assigned to a signal unit that had so many soldiers in it tha...
November 3, 2011 by Big Fat Daddy
Caudell was a mechanic in our maintenance shop.  He spent as much time after hours working on other peoples, and his own, cars as he did working on the company's trucks.  He also spent a lot of time over at the Army junk yard looking for parts and such.  On several occasions he would catch someone turning in a car for junk and buy it cheap before it got into the Army's junk system.  One afternoon he intercepted a young GI who was turning in an Audi because he cou...
October 30, 2011 by Big Fat Daddy
  When I got out of the Army the second time, in 1971, it was still pretty much a "boys only club"...the Women's Army Corps (WACs) was a separate world:  separate billets, separate job assignments, and fiercely enforced anti-fraternization regs.  Sneaking into the WAC barracks was a general fantasy, sometimes discussed and even planned, but only rarely attempted...usually by fellas on the way home from the club who were well past the legal blood-alcohol limit.  At the ...