I think the address thingy is gonna be kewl, three horseshoes holding up a rock with a number on it. But just for grins we decided today, rotr is a baaaaaaaad influence, to add a lizard to two to the rocks.
He suggested them doing it. And I suggested them just flirting, like I said rotr is a bad influence.
But seriously if you have a big flat sandstone rock with three big horseshoes holding up another big rock with a number on it. Don't you think a lizard on the bottom rock looking up at a lizard scaling the top rock would be the cat's meow?
Today has been an emotional day. I couldn't figure out why but the emotions just seemed to be between the epi and the dermis all day long. Then tonight I look at the puter and it's 8-11. Nuff said.
Thirty four years ago today I almost died. Should have anyway. So everything since has been gravy.
An Army duece and a half of the mid sixties vintage weighs fourteen thousand seven hundred pounds dry. I remembered that as one did a nice roll over doing about forty or so I'd guess. There was eleven of us in the back and three in the cab.
As the sixteen fell from between my legs as I went airborne I didn't think I was dead. I knew I was. No ifs, ands or buts about that issue at the moment in time. Fourteen thousand seven hundred pounds dry will squash you like a bug.
We were halfway between Dong Tam and My Tho on a nice Sunday afternoon. A single vehicle all alone and one mistake on the driver's part.
Of course I survived. And I've never liked riding in the open bed at any speed since. And I don't allow others to ride in the open bed either. I know what it's like to hit the road and then have a vehicle come down on top of you.
Who woulda thunk it? Thirty four years later and I'm still a little too quick with that middle finger.
I've had more than one person comment on me not fearing death. I guess it's like any other butt whipping. It's never as bad as the fear of the whipping.