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| I used to think that the brain was the most wonderful organ in my body |
| 02.20.04 (11:21 am) [edit] |
My brother Mike left today after a 5-day visit. Low-key. He just did a lot of
chilling out which is good for him, I think. He just finished up his tour in Alaska and is getting ready to go to California for tech school. He really seems to enjoy the Coast Guard and I hope he makes a carrer of it. Cathy and I were talking last night and it struck me that while my baby brother is about to go through tech school next month, I went through almost 20 years ago. Twenty years fer Pete's sake!
La...la...la... Sunrise, sunset. I don't remember getting older... When did he?
Dawn writes me an e-mail to tell me Dean is in Iraq. Better him than me. My short stint in that particulr sandbox during Gulf I was more than enough.
He was scheduled to go over in April, apparently, but they sent him early.
She also relayed a news story about several Phoenix-area illegal immigrant drop houses which were recently discovered and busted. This type of story is not too uncommon here, of course. My remaining favorite is of the twin warehouses that were built on either side of the border, about 200 yards in. Some enterprising smuggler (drug type or coyote type, I forget) had built the sheds and dug a tunnel between them. Eventually even the dim-witted border patrol agents couldn't help but notice that many more prople were coming out of the US-side shed than were going in. I think the operation ran about 6 months before they woke up to what was going on and shut it down...
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| Initial entry - Ramblin' Man |
| 02.19.04 (9:51 am) [edit] |
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Spelling and grammar: I will attempt to write in a fashion that bears some resemblence to proper English. I make no promises, however, and refuse to let any convention stifle my creative surges. My spelling is, I admit, at best mediocre and at times can be downright atrocious. As with grammar, I reserve the right to invoke full power and privleges of journalistic license even to the point of making up new words and creatrive uses of punctuation. It should be noted that even more dismal than my spelling or my grammar is my typing. So, before any future readers draw the conclusion that I’m a complete, illiterate moron; please be kind and take into account that my fingers have a hard time keeping up with my brain—glacial pace though it be. Now, drawing the same conclusion from the context is quite another matter.
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