And the only time anyone in Honolulu ever said "there's a Nip in the air."
And the only time anyone in Honolulu ever said "there's a Nip in the air."
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
Not so ironically, this was also the anniversary of my first marriage.
So, you got torpedoed, too?;)
A clear conscience is usually a sign of a bad memory
RIP ALBI-W3MIV RIP RUSS-W5RB RIP BOB-VK3ZL
I took heavy damage from my first marriage, too. It pretty nearly sunk me.
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
"The universe is under no obligation to make sense to you."
Neil deGrasse Tyson
73 de Warren KB2VXA
Station powered by atomic energy, operator powered by natural gas.
On December 7, 1941, I sh*t in my "pants" (very likely, as I was only two and a half). ;)
But all seriousness aside, my earliest memories are of WWII going on.
My Aunt Bette getting "V-mail" from her husband in in the Air Force.
Mom using sugar rationing stamps, Dad hunched over the big Zenith table radio
listening to "good news tonight" or "bad news tonight" from Gabriel Heater.
My dad bought a three-and-a-half bedroom home in early 1945 for $5,000,
and planted a "Victory Garden"--which we continued enjoying well after the war.