Memorial Day

I hope y’all had a good Memorial Day weekend………. Yeah I know this is posted and written after the fact but I made notes. So it’s legal. I have to make notes and wish I did it more often. All too often I think of something neat, nice, or witty to write and then by the time I sit down to do it, it’s gone. I know there was something but damned if I have a clue as to what it was. Occasionally even if I have a note I don’t even get enough down to make sense of it.

Sooooo…….The weekend. We didn’t do much. I watched the Indy 500 as I always do. Pretty good race. And then the rookie, what’s his butt(?), crashes into the wall on the last turn. Talk about a bummer. Bum…..mer!!! Can you ever forget something like that? Will you ever live it down? And of course… no you can not. I know! Many years ago in the service. Here’s a good Memorial Day story. Well it is service connected. Anyway, I played lots of flag football in the service. We (our little Aviation maintenance company) had a good team in France and went all the way to the regional finals in the US Army Europe competition. Then in Ft Wolters when I was a TAC ( TAC officers were like drill sergeants only of course we were Warrant Officers) the officers had a team and we played against all the Warrant Officer candidate companies. We went all the way to the finals and lost. But I missed that last game. Another bummer! Anyway, I played in the backfield in those days being a little (that’s generous) lighter and quicker than I am now. So on a particular play I was on defense playing against one of the opponents receivers. I had the guy covered all the way. I mean I’m in perfect position. No way the opposing quarterback even makes the throw. Except that he did. So there it is. I cut in front and there is nothing in front of me but about 70 yards of green to the end zone. I step in, make the catch, and aaaarrrrrggghhhh !!!!!!!! I drop the ball !!!!!! I mean I make that catch even today and almost walk to the end zone. But in 1968 I dropped it. And I still remember it. That was a crummy flag football game and I still remember. Imagine if it’s something like the Indy 500.

Our good friend Karen from Bill and Karen also Winter Texans and Pickleballers called to wish me a good Memorial day. How nice was that?  Really nice! I missed Obama laying the wreath at the Tomb of the Unknowns but I did hear a lot about him going from that right to play golf. I wasn’t surprised. He really just doesn’t get it. Oh, I’m sure I played more than one round of golf on Memorial Day, but then I was never Commander in Chief. All of that got me to thinking of GGGrandpa Absalom Sines who marched off to fight with the Union at the age of 59. That was in 1862. He was killed at the Battle of Stones River a year later. Six of his sons also fought with the Union and three were killed before the war ended. In addition my dad served, I served, my daughter Heidi served and even going all the way back to GGGGrandpa Benjamin Sine(no S back then) who we think served with Andy Jackson in the War of 1812. Speaking for them all, “we deserve a little more respect from the current Commander in Chief”. ‘Nuff said!!

I also have in my notes something about getting in a little trouble from Jade. It seems I was negligent in my duties and was reported to TFPS for cruel and unusual treatment. That’s Texas Feline Protective Services. I woke up, put Jade out on her string and went back to bed. It wasn’t until later after being awakened by an outside commotion and almost being hauled away that I was made aware of my error in not checking Jade’s dish before putting her out. She woke me specifically to be fed, not put out. I got away with a warning this time. I’m told that next time it could be much more severe. Check the food dish dummy!  Cats !!!!