Sure, it's Super Bowl Sunday. Words like hero and courage and sacrifice will be thrown around.
When giving their life jackets, Rabbi Goode did not call out for a Jew; Father Washington did not call out for a Catholic; nor did the Reverends Fox and Poling call out for a Protestant. They simply gave their life jackets to the next man in line. (source)
Keep it all in perspective.
Currently, there's only one volcano active in Alaska meriting an increased level of concern. Unfortunately, there are none in Iowa.
Idiots
Out
Wandering
Around
Stephen Green sums it up best.
A Festivus! For the rest of us!
How is Blackwater, USA any different from the American Volunteer Group that worked to maintain open supply lines along the Burma Road in the early days of WWII?
I mean, other than the fact that Walt Disney (see photo) didn't design Blackwater's logo, and the head of Blackwater hasn't been praised by Dr. Seuss.
HOW TO SABOTAGE AHMADINEJAD: Have some scantily-clad coed run up and give him a kiss. Make sure photos are distributed in Iran.
(sayeth the Insta-dude)
Perhaps we can lure Morganna out of retirement?
So New York City is considering a new rule that would limit who can take photos and shoot videos within the city.
Talked to my Uncle Sammy today.
Organizations will always promote someone to his/her level of inefficiency.
[paraphrasing this guy]
In other words, the best mechanic will end up in the accounting office.
You've gotta love our British cousins: "I KICKED BURNING TERRORIST SO HARD IN BALLS THAT I TORE A TENDON."
via the Insta-dude
There's a great deal of talk about attempted fuel air explosions in the UK this past week.
I wonder if the Jihad All-Stars were attempting to create a BLEVE -- "boiling liquid expanding vapor explosion." If true, our British cousins are very fortunate that the bombs fizzled.
As I understand it, when you have propane in liquid form in a tank, with a flame impinging on it, the liquid begins to boil. The expanding vapor causes the tank to rupture, releasing the propane. The rupture itself is violent, and it's followed by a fireball when the propane gas ignites.
I'm surprised I haven't seen the term BLEVE tossed around this weekend.
Some folks will tell you that you can't compare the current war with World War II. Countertop's old man didn't get that memo.
Youth and skill are no match for old age and treachery. [heard on the radio, link found on Insta-dude]
Just A Guy Thing salutes the 70-year old former Marine who snapped the neck of one of the assailants.
Some more details of the incident here. No charges to be filed -- the authorities have labeled it self-defense. Good.
I can only imagine the reaction of Milt [family friend]...
He let the other two get away?
I think I'll start browsing airline tickets to Florida when I get home from work today. If I'm not turned into a popsicle by then.
Jeff at Alphecca isn't happy about the weather, either. It's too warm in Vermont. Perspective.
If you're smoke detector is hardwired to the 120v power and it keeps beeping after you put a fresh battery in it, here's what you do.
1. Disconnect the battery and the 120v power.
2. Hold down the test button for 20 seconds.
3. Reconnect the battery and AC power, and re-install it.
That will drain the juice left in the detector, and cause it to "reboot" like a computer.
It won't stop the beeping though.
I bought a few movies off the net a week or two ago. First up, The Devil & Daniel Webster (1941). Now I know for every great movie from that era, there was probably a thousand crappy ones. It just seems as if there's something missing from films these days. I enjoyed it start to finish. You should watch it to hear Daniel Webster's speech to the jury of the damned at the end.
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Gulbuddin Hekmatyar has reportedly been captured, according to Bill Roggio. [via Insta-dude]
The search for Ralph Phillips continues. Some good news: Trooper Donald Baker, Jr. has been upgraded from critical to serious condition.
Trooper Joseph Longobardo died of injuries sustained when he was shot in the leg during a manhunt for Ralph "Bucky" Phillips. More here. Trooper Donald Baker, Jr. remains in critical condition in a medically induced coma. Troopers Longobardo and Baker were keeping an eye on the home of a girlfriend of Phillips.
According to WGRZ, the girlfriend is now back behind bars after her bail was revoked. News reports over the past few months have detailed the "hero" status that Phillips has enjoyed as a fugitive. For a sample, check the comments on this thread.
Blue Crab Boulevard has a good post on the suspected cop killer.
UPDATE: Blue Crab Boulevard was nice enough to link back... thanks!
The New York State Troopers have a page on Phillips, as well as a wanted poster [.pdf file] for folks in western NY or northern Pennsylvania.
Of course, in the United States you are innocent until proven guilty. While America's Most Wanted provides some compelling evidence, Phillips will eventually get his day in court...
A quick search of the NY Times revealed something interesting.
Anyone out here in Anchorage going to see Clerks II? Drop me a line if you are.
My brother John is celebrating a birfday today. If I recall correctly, he was born back when Senator Kennedy of Massachusetts meant the handsome young fellow named Jack.
The photo is old, and I'm not sure who to credit. I'm sure his daughters will get a kick out it. Heh.
Aunt Julie is celebrating a birthday, too. She might be... 96 this year?
Happy birthday to both!
I'll be at work tonight and tomorrow night, but I've got a few thoughts I'll be posting, as well as some MyHeritage.com comparisons. I've got a few that should garner a chuckle.
"Patriotism is easy to understand in America. It means looking out for yourself by looking out for your country." -- Calvin Coolidge
Via the Insta-dude, Prof. Volokh posts on a new rule in Connecticut that will punish the coach of any high school football team that wins by more than 50 points. They call it "score management."
My thoughts in the extended entry.
From Gateway Pundit:
"By the sound of his latest bizarre internet recording, it appears that Al Zarqawi has lost his head."
In case you've been living in a snow cave and didn't catch the irony...
Might wanna edit his latest bizarre internet recording to coalition chopper attack.
From what I hear, Basic Instinct 2 has bombed at the box office.
Forgot to mention the other day that I'm out of town for a week.
I was browsing through the photos that Publius linked to concerning the unrest in Belarus. I noticed a McDonald's in this photo.
I saw the movie V for Vendetta the other night with the lovely Michelle.
Spoiler warning.
Of the blogs I check daily, Winds of Change is at the top.
It's been two years since the terrorist attacks at the Atocha station in Madrid. Barcepundit has posted a memorial to those who died.
A friend of mine was traveling through Spain at the time. Below is an excerpt of the e-mail she sent a few days later.
My little brother just turned thirty today.
...the effective prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much...
James 5:16
A quick notice to my loyal readers. That is, all 15 or so of you. I will probably be messing around with different spam-filters, IP blockers, and low-yield nuclear devices in the next day or so. Comments may not work from time to time. Just bear with me.
Update: Same goes for the trackbacks. I know you're all worried about civil liberties and personal freedoms, but the GWOS is going to take some sacrifice.
jp
A while back Rich [blue jacket] and I headed to the range to knock off a few rounds. Elliot [orange jacket] came with us, and seemed to have a pretty good time. It's always great when a first time shooter has a positive experience at the range.
Our shift schedule is being jockeyed around after next week. We won't be working the same schedule, and won't be working with the same people. It'll be alright; different, but alright.
At first I was a little worried that I wouldn't have folks to shoot with. Rich is currently in an undisclosed location, doing some fancy-schmancy TDY job. I won't be working with Young Daniel anymore, nor with Sergeant Dan. Randy and Dawk have PCS'd to a new base. Geez... who will I go shooting with?
Then I started thinking that perhaps going to the range would be a good way to build up some comraderie with the new crew. Especially now that we're only two months away from reasonable weather. Heck, it might be late enough in the year that it doesn't drop below 0°F again until November.
Besides, all the other guys will head to their new crews and start converting the masses. Eventually, down the road when all the planets align, we'll all have an afternoon off together. Maybe we can get 15-20 folks from the unit out to the gun range the same day?
On my way to Stacy and Shannon's place to watch the Super-Duper Bowl. My Giants aren't in the show, so I'll probably just root for Jerome Bettis, and hope the game isn't a blowout. That, and hope the commercials are good, too.
So the Boston Globe believes newspapers should censor themselves to avoid offending the barbarians.
Via the Insta-dude I found this cartoon contest.
By the way, the low this Friday night might be down around -25°F. That's cold.
Global warming? I'd say bring it on. In the meantime, I'm going to get me a sealskin jumpsuit so I don't freeze on my way out to my car tonight.
What really concerns me is catagorizing anything below zero as a high temperature.
Tonight on the hilltop [at work] they are suggesting that -20°F isn't out of the question. Brrrrrrrrrr
I'm not sure how low the digital thermometer in my car will go. I do know that it'll drop as far down as -8°F. Fortunately, it's been up in the single digits the past few nights.
Anyone out there use Vonage? I'm switching. Also switching from DSL to cable, methinks.
Early this morning Augustine started belching volcanic ash upwards of 30,000 feet above sea level. Check out the Preliminary Volcano Hazard summary [PDF document] at the Alaska Volcano Observatory for more details.
Head over and read this by Michael Cricton. [via Irish Pennants]
Captain Ed is discussing some of the fallout from the Jack Abramoff scandal. I haven't followed the entire issue much at all, but I did like this snippet from the Captain's 2006 predictions:
I turned 32 today. One of the outstanding young Airmen on the shift brought in some homemade carrot cake last night. Delicious.
Geez I haven't posted in a while. I better get off my butt this week.
Still alive, but on vacation. I didn't actually go anywhere. In fact, I didn't do anything. Just a week of total relaxation. No work, no blogging... nothing. Life will get back to normal after the Charlie Flight Christmas Holiday Party, which kicks off in a few hours.
It's hard to believe the media's reaction to the idea of US propaganda during wartime. How on earth could Operation: BODYGUARD have succeeded if the press in 1944 acted as they do today? Someone in Washington should grab a couple of dozen journalists and ship them off to the Army War College for two week course in the history of the media's willing role in military Information Operations. Perhaps when those journalists see how their predecessors acted -- faking wedding announcements of non-existant soldiers; printing phony letters to the editor complaining of rowdy service members who didn't exist; even broadcasting secret messages to the French Resistance, signaling to them to begin their acts of sabotage on the eve of the D-day invasion -- perhaps it would be a wake up call.
Celebrated the new rank by having some sushi at Dami's in Anchorage. I'm not very knowledgable about sushi; what I lack in experience I make up for with fearlessness and a huge appetite. I don't care what type of fish it is, or how it's served. Just keep it coming, lady.
I think we scarfed down some octopi, shrimp, tuna, scallops, and a host of some other stuff.
My companion was kind enough to inform me that you don't eat the whole soybean. I thought they were peas, and I was devouring them husks and all.
I sewed on a new stripe today. It's now Technical Sergeant JP. That's E-6 for those unfamiliar with Air Force rank.
This photo was taken by my buddy Brandon yesterday at the Commander's Call.
As I was getting my uniform ready yesterday, I found my ribbons from my first assignment. I also flipped through some old photos of Airman 1st Class JP, with a full head of hair. Now it's Technical Sergeant JP, sans hair.
I take a look around me at work; at the Airmen, and at the tasks they're given each night. I listen to grumbles about taking out the trash, or having to schedule an appointment during their day off. I watch them study for their Career Development Course tests, and the various position certifications.
Then I think back to Airman 1st Class JP's first assignment, around 10 years ago.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
The Insta-dude wants a potato gun for Christmas. I think he's setting his sights a little low. That, or he isn't man enough to handle one of these.
Check out the firing mechanism from my old potato cannon.
A while back PawPaw posted some thoughts on diversity in the military.
Blogging will be light for the next two or three days. I've got a couple of 14-15 hour shifts ahead of me this weekend. I've got a ton of stuff to update on the site, but I really need to get some solid zzz's tonight.
In the meantime, check out PawPaw's thoughts on diversity. I'll post my thoughts when I get some time. Additions to the blogroll, the Target Tour, and some photos will coming your way, too.
The Commander-in-Chief visited Elmendorf AFB today. I've known for a while that he was coming, but had to keep a lid on it.
I've got some more stuff to update after work today. I might be posting on the story that I alluded to here. The details on the Second Amendment Target Tour contest will be posted.
And there's plenty blogs that I need to add to the blogroll.
And if I can get my technologically inept self to figure out this new Canon Digital Rebel XT, I'll be able to post a couple of snapshots. Stay tuned!
Plenty of blogging to come today, but there's something more pressing at the moment.
On this Veteran's Day, a simple post to recognize some of my heroes: the chuckleheads on Charlie Flight. Most are between 19 and 22 years old, and the level of responsibility placed upon them far exceeds anything their peers from high school are doing right now.
Some will undoubtably leave the Air Force after one enlistment, while others will stick around a while. Regardless of whatever career paths they choose, the boundless potential that I am surrounded by each time I step into the aisle at work is my primary source of motivation.
Even when I'm completely stressed out, I am still amazed at how much fun they seem to have while getting as much work done as they do. It's an honor to serve with them.
And of course, there's the two chuckleheads currently deployed. I look forward to their safe return.
And last, but certainly not least, my undying gratitude to men like Andy, Milt, my uncle Pete, and the others who served the past. Without their sacrifice, who knows if the Kommissar would approve of this blog.
I'm headed to bed. I just sent a huge e-mail to a friend, and it took me close to two hours to compose.
One more night of work, and then I'm off for the weekend.
Check out Soldiers' Angels for the skinny on Project Valour-IT. In a nutshell, the aim is to provide voice activated laptops to soldiers who have sustained in juries in OIF that prevent them from typing. Read it for yourself; make a donation. I'm going to.
While you're surfing around, take a moment to read this post at Mudville Gazette.
I didn't take this photo. I know it's probably obvious, but I decided when I started the blog that I'd try to stick to posting only my own photography. I'll make an exception for Thomas Hasson, appearing to the right.
He's my great-grandfather. He spent most of his life living in what is now Canadian Forces Base Gagetown.
Although sometimes I wonder about those distant relatives to the North, I'm proud to be of Canadian heritage. I was even prouder back in August, when I learned the story of "Smoky" Smith, a Canadian World War II veteran.
It turns out that a distant cousin of mine [another decendant of Thomas Hasson] was good friends with Smoky, and had traveled to Europe with him a few times -- "...he was a character and he really did love that Scotch."
And while Canada might be the Great White North, Alaska is giving me a crash course on the meaning of the word winter. It might only be the first week of November, but it's down below zero at night here in Anchorage. I don't know how low the temperature gauge in my car will go; I do know that it'll make it down to at least -6°F. That's what it read at 0630 this morning.
Tonight's forecast calls for lows of -10°F [that's -23°C for those rioting en France]. That's just plain cold.
I've had a rough time transitioning from a worker who works to a supervisor who supervises. There are parts of it that I can do fine; I can usually keep people pretty busy, even when it's slow. I can answer most job related questions that folks ask, or I'll know who to turn to if I don't know.
Unfortunately when it's busy, or when an exceptionally difficult task [for a young airman] comes up that an old fart like myself could handle easily, I want to roll up my sleeves and join the fun. Grrrrrr! I need one of those electric dog collars that shocks me when I get try jump in and accomplish something that I should be tasking a young airman to fail miserably at. And by failing miserably, I mean in the crawl-walk-run sense. After all, some old sarge at my first assignment tossed me into the fire, allowing me to screw something up royally for the first few times, until finally after much perserverance I had the necessary skills and knowledge to git 'r done.
But that isn't the part of the job that I hate. Freaking paperwork. If I could clear cut the Amazon rainforests solely for the purpose of denying the U.S. Air Force the necessary raw materials they need to produce the endless forms I must continuously fill out, I'd invent some fuel efficient hybrid-electric bulldozer. Hey, if I'm gonna wipe out a gazillion species of life, I might as well make a minor concession to the hippie-types, right? Eh, maybe not. Make it a diesel.
The part of being a Sergeant that I do like is quarterbacking a crisis. When something big is happening, I enjoy the atmosphere and the sense of urgency. I love seeing training and mentoring pay off; a skill that an airman has developed playing a critical role in accomplishing the mission.
Unfortunately, getting to that point requires 1.3 acres of dead trees to document training and perform feedback sessions, not to mention the write-up to make sure the leadership acknowledges the airman's performance.
Maybe that's why I tend to give them time off from work.
Where's so-and-so?
He [or she] is off today.
Why?
Because he [or she] busted his [or her] butt for the past four weeks.
No paperwork required.
They say that hindsight is 20/20, but looking back I can't find any clues that I missed. We hadn't seen each other in weeks, so there is much that I might not have known about.
Sometimes you think you know someone: what they are capable of, what type of person they are, what they are made of. Then comes the shocker -- they've done the unthinkable. Maybe alcohol played a role, I don't know. Drugs? It crossed my mind, but I doubt it. There's just so much I don't know; so much, that I really don't know anything. I put puzzles together for a living, sorting through clues and details trying to gain insight into what is happing thousands of miles away. If I were an investigator on some TV drama, I could figure it all out. How did this happen?
After a short time, the denial and disbelief sets in. Maybe it's not true. The cold, hard reality is slow to decend, but you eventually realize that someone you cared about is gone.
I know my friend will never read this post, never know the hurt they caused.
When it rains, it pours. Bad news seems to come in bunches.
"Each of us answered the call to serve for different reasons. Many of us who choose to stay in the military do so for one reason -- the people."-- Lt. Col. Paul Wade
Those are the words [as closely as I could remember them] of my commander at the memorial service for my friend and fellow NCO on Friday. I've belonged to many organizations over the years, from volunteer fire departments to churches to Boy Scout troops to high school sports teams. You bond with individuals in any group you belong to, but the closest bonds by far have been with those I've worked with in the Air Force. I'm devastated right now.
My buddy died from a gun shot wound, apparently self-inflicted. Without knowing what the investigators know, it's hard to image that he took his own life just a few hours after our last shift together. However, I understand that with any suicide comes the inevitable bouts of disbelief and denial. I don't know what happened the other night, and it's possible I never will.
Right now, it just kind of hurts.
I found out this morning that a friend from work died. I don't have many details, and I'll refrain from commenting on anything until the investigators have done their thing, relatives have been notified, etc...
I'm very sad. I enjoyed working with him. He had me doubled over laughing several times yesterday at work. He and his fiancee were married less than two weeks ago.
If it turns out he was murdered, I hope justice is swift.
It's snowing here in Anchorage. Winter is here.
Trooper Joe and I headed down to Seward yesterday.
My brother, Trooper Joe, is still out here visiting in Anchorage.
My brother Joe is in town this weekend. He had nothing positive to say about the Northwest Airlines flight that arrived last night.
We'll be hitting the shooting range later today. He brought his Kimber .45 ACP along with him. Hopefully we'll be joined by some guys from work.
Tomorrow we'll probably find some place to watch some football.
Monday thru Wednesday we'll do some sightseeing, weather permitting. There's a little bit of the white stuff in the forecast.
I saw the Insta-dude's post about N.Z. Bear's PorkBuster page. I took a look at the finalized version of H.R. 3. I found it was easiest to click on the printer friendly version in the top left-hand corner. Then I searched within the page for all the instances of "AK" -- a case sensitive search will save you time when searching for your state.
For the Knik Arm Bridge, I've found five entries, which total $231,425,000.
Now, I've only lived in Anchorage for a little over six months, and I'm not very knowledgable about the debate surrounding the proposed Knik Arm crossing. The Anchorage Daily News [free registration required] has a page with their coverage of the debate.
In light of the anticipated cost of rebuilding the areas devastated by hurricane Katrina, I believe every state and local project that receives federal funding should come under some scrutiny. Despite what some Congressional-types might say, there is pork to be found. Unnecessary projects should be slashed, period. Beyond the ridiculous and unnecessary budget items, some projects will merit federal funding. Even those initiatives should garner a second look. Can the funding be suspended for a period? Would it be reasonable to re-allocate that chunk of federal tax dollars towards southern Louisiana? Hey Congressman [or Congresswoman], that empty stretch of real estate you've been wanting to turn into a highway off-ramp will still be there next year. The Port of New Orleans might not be.
I like the Insta-dudes idea of offering the delegates an opportunity to pick their own pork. Don't wanna give up your pet project? Fine. What will you give up, Congressman [or Congresswoman]?
Update: Monday, 7pm ADT
W.H. Burney links to my post on Bridge(s) to Nowhere, and adds a link to the Pork Reports blog. Check it out.
Knik Arm Bridge funding from H.R. 3 in the extended entry.
My e-mail to the editor of the Anchorage Daily News:
Perhaps in the aftermath of hurricane Katrina, Alaska can step up and offer to suspend the Gravina Access Project and other federally funded plans. Regardless of one's views on the projects, the money ear-marked for such endeavors could be re-allocated towards a more pressing need: rebuilding the areas of southern Louisiana devastated by the recent hurricane. By delaying or eliminating one or more federally funded projects Congress can avoid adding to the ever increasing deficit, ensure support for vital programs and services, and keep from raising taxes.
Such an approach could be embraced by those both in support and opposition to such projects.
It also helps to keep in mind that next large scale natural disaster in the U.S. might be an earthquake, tsunami, or volcanic eruption right here at home.
JP Dawson,
Anchorage, AK
Glenn Reynolds, the Insta-dude, posted an e-mail from one of his readers; read it for yourselves. In summary, Mr. Butler brings up the possibility of bloggers from each state putting pressure on their Congressional delegations to suspend federal funding for some local projects. This money can then be reallocated to help rebuild the areas devastated by hurricane Katrina. As an example, he lists bloggers in Alaska and the federal funding of the "Bridge to Nowhere."
I think the idea of suspending the federal funding of local projects is a sensible idea in the aftermath of Katrina. I'm sure some projects are reasonable, while others are mere pork; but even federal funding for a sensible project can be put off in light of the anticipated cost of bring New Orleans back to life.
Likewise, the suggestion that blogs could influence the decision makers [or influence those who influence the decision makers] is also on target, and for more than one reason. Collectively, weblogs do have the ability to inform, fact-check, refine arguments, and to persuade. This plan presents another benefit: different factions within the blogosphere could have a common objective. Liberal-leaning bloggers who would normally advocate increased federal funding for social programs might be on board with moving some money away from such programs -- temporarily -- in order to meet more pressing needs in Louisiana. I'm sure they would also want to protect certain services, and would sacrifice unnecessary and costly pork to ensure social programs stay funded. Bloggers to the right of center who naturally lean towards reduced federal spending could push for delaying or denying the funding of projects that threaten to ballon the ever-increasing deficit. Reducing the overall size and scope of the federal government would also be a motivation for conservative bloggers. Even non-partisan and single issue advocacy blogs could get involved. Want to ensure your program stays funded? Time to get on the bandwagon and strip the funding from obviously unnecessary pork projects in your state.
The goal would be the same for all groups: help [or force] Congress to re-assess spending priorities in light of the massive rebuilding necessary in southern Louisiana.
One more thing: which "Bridge to Nowhere" are we discussing? The Copper River Bridge? The Knik Arm crossing? The Gravina Access Project?
Alaska even has the "Last Train to Nowhere" -- a not-so-shrewd transportation initiative from the last century.
In fairness, I'm not sure if any federal money was spent on the repairs to the Copper River Bridge. And while I don't buy the rationale behind the Gravina Access Project, there are arguments for and against the Knik Arm crossing that seem reasonable at first glance. Having recently moved to Anchorage from Maryland, I haven't heard enough of the debate to form an opinion yet.
I do believe that in the wake of Katrina that Congress must re-prioritize, and no state or local project that receives federal funding should be exempted from the scrutiny. Let's hope the blogosphrere can have a positive impact.
Update: Saturday, 1:30pm ADT
Welcome Instapundit readers. I've been blogging for about 12 days now. I had 196 hits as of last night, in the ballpark of 500 today thanks to the Instalanche.
Update: Sunday morning
A little over 1,100 hits yesterday. Mister Snitch has some thoughts on the subject, too. 15 minutes, now back to obscurity. Heh, as they say.
Update: Sunday 2:15pm ADT
Some more folks are looking to differ federal funding ear-marked for their states, to help pay for the rebuilding of southern Louisiana. Jay Tea at Wizbang leads the charge. Impossible Scissors talks about suspending our race back to the moon. Stupid and Wrong wants to know who's calling to see those bridges and highways to nowhere scrapped. The Conjecturer believes that Rep. Tom "ongoing vicory" Delay has no shame. Elephant in Exile thinks the President should have called out some Congressmen and Congresswomen by name, specifically Rep. Don Young from here in Alaska. Division of Labour details some good things happening in Bozeman, Montana. And of course the Insta-dude has a great round-up of other blogs looking to cut the fat in the wake of Katrina, and some sound advice for Monday morning.
Update: Monday, 7pm ADT
W.H. Burney adds a link to the Pork Reports blog. Check it out.
September 10th, 2001 was my first official night of training with the Anne Arundel County Fire Department. There was an orientation for Firefighter I the previous week, but the evening of the tenth was the night that the books were opened and the class really started.
On this date in history, during the second term of President Teddy Franklin Roosevelt, my dad was born. As I get older and wiser [read: less unwise] I realize how much I've learned from my old man. Some of it is just common sense -- if I put a jacket on, I won't have to listen to my mom telling me to put a jacket on. Perhaps I would have eventually figured that one out myself.
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