Sunday with Calvin
…where the Scribe channels one notable childhood camping experience of his own:
and it wasn’t cold ravioli – it was cold spaghetti-O’s…
…where the Scribe channels one notable childhood camping experience of his own:
and it wasn’t cold ravioli – it was cold spaghetti-O’s…
While our erstwhile Scribe (nee’ Bossman, slave-driver extraordinaire, chump, etc.) is doing his best to relive his (misspent) youth this weekend – and will probably require copious amounts of BenGay ™ and Tylenol afterwards (snicker), his apprentices have been unchained from their ink-stained benches and allowed to post in his absence. Right. So, he asked…
For many folks, it’s almost a toss-off to say “I support the troops…” You know, slap a yellow magnetic sticker on the ol’ minivan and you’re done. Others actually put forth real effort, not to prove themselves, but in genuine support for our folks. Case in point — FbL has a track record where it…
Our favorite grade-schooler and tiger have been absent too long from these pages, something we’re rectifying today:
Satan (impatiently) to Newcomer: The trouble with you Chicago people is, that you think you are the best people down here; whereas you are merely the most numerous. – Mark Twain in “Pudd’nhead Wilson’s New Calendar”  Couldn’t swing a cat yesterday without encountering another story about the enlightened (now indicted) governor of Illinois, calling to mind…
Been a rough few for our AF comrades in arms and while we well remember all the grief we received when the tables were turned back in ’92-93 we note with interest the items below passed our way earlier today. Couple of bullets caught our eye – things like: “…build a balanced force for the…