tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11380345.post2853088806046652400..comments2024-03-17T12:16:42.048-07:00Comments on Civic Center: A Wild Weekend 1: The War MachineCivic Centerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12362422142667230626noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11380345.post-17075870316158104132012-10-10T20:51:40.870-07:002012-10-10T20:51:40.870-07:00Dear Donald: Great story.
And welcome back.
By...Dear Donald: Great story. <br /><br />And welcome back. <br /><br />By the way, I've taken off everything from my living room wall and installed four of your great photo prints, tacked to the wall and without frames. I'll be pretending they are rare Japanese screens from the 16th century and will put them away and rotate them with four others each month. You're welcome to come see your own changing one-man art show anytime you want.Civic Centerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12362422142667230626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11380345.post-78554039493474567022012-10-10T10:24:46.526-07:002012-10-10T10:24:46.526-07:00When I was drafted in 1969, instead of sending me ...When I was drafted in 1969, instead of sending me off to Vietnam the Army invested a lot of money in me training me how to shoot down jets (hopefully those of the enemy) with heat seeking missiles. We trained at Fort Bliss, Texas, which probably is the most un-blissful place on earth. At nearby White Sands test range they had me fire a missile at a heat-source being towed by a drone--the Chaparral missile, similar to a Sidewinder locks on to the target and almost never misses. We were also treated to low flying jets--one that I SWEAR was no more than 20 feet over our heads. The exhaust almost singed our hair and nobody could hear for a few hours, even though we were wearing earplugs.<br /> AphotoAdayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08581940419934089601noreply@blogger.com