Staying Cool for Cats in July

02MondayJUL 2012

Lucked upon some tunes by Chris Difford – specifically the album “South East Side Story“ – wow. Memories flooding back in take me timewarp to the beginnings of my ‘adult’ life. San Antonio, Texas, July – hot hot heat.
First smart move I ever made was to volunteer tentavly for ‘pad cleaner’ – turned out I got to spend a bit of each day outside in the shade, and hum the tune ‘cool for cats’ while I ‘maintained an environment suitable to ensure the effectiveness of the mission oriented training of our nation’s military forces’ – see how I turned that around? Doesn’t sound a bit like I swept the concrete pad where a bunch of bewildered youth did calestenics at 4:15 in the morning before it got to hot for humans to do anything in the swelter of a Texas summer.
There was quite a bit of learning done that summer. Such as math – 30 days does not mean one month, if you count only the M-F days then 30 of them takes 6 weeks to get through. Ah. Also, that because details do matter a set of underwear can be folded into a 6 inch squares. Week after week.
I also learned to pay attention, to listen and do my best to understand the situation before asking questions – didn’t necessarily save me from an occasionaly foot-meet-mouth situation; sorry General, we were being scolded re: security badges that must be shown at all times in our work area. Your badge was no where to be seen. I learned that Generals are allowed to have a custom uniform policy – I had not known that.
Summers in Texas – turned out to be a bit of theme for my military career. Survived them all, so no sweat- right?
s.

“You’ve got to stand for somethin’ …

01SundayJUL 2012

or you’ll fall for anything.”
Sage observation from the Walt Whitman of Indiana John Mellencamp (nee Cougar), as spouted in 1985 on his touching effort Scarecrow.
Out of family tradition, I choose to stand in the ranks of the United States military. Enlisted in the Air Force before my senior year in high school, sent to a fine variety of continental schooling locales before finally arriving at my work center in the Hunsruk region of West Germany in June of 1987. Gramps gives me the credit for winning the Cold War, and who am I to argue against that point of view?
I’ve staked a flag in this spot of the world wide web so that I can commit to sharing my opinions, found knowledge and general curiosity with all those who come to visit. I hope the front porch is inviting, and that I have plenty of iced tea for all of us.
Thanks for visiting.
Scott W.