Someone bring a shovel,Please !!!

Om dear debbie, I will never forget the southern Gentleman from Alabama, my hubby' s commanding officer, before he went to Vietrnam, and afterwards..Capt. Noble... was his name, an handsome lad with his blue eyes and tall blonde features..my mother use to comment that he was the reason girls went giddy over southern men. Polite, kind, shy, and respectiful. I have been through the state several times coming back from Florida. Seems like genealogy with the Davis family keeps taking me back to Huntsville. I have learned in my travelsover the years there are places you avoid traveling in the late afternoon...like the eastern side of Kansas city, Missouri..going downward in an southwestern path, it's tornado alley for them, we passed Sedalia, Mo. with houses having ligthening rods on them, the trees, the dog house, the chicken coops, you name it, if it stood in the yard, it had it's own lightening rod...as it is central to eastern Kansas in Nebraska (esp. York county, Neb.)...also an stretch of land going from Idaho into Nevada toward the great Salt Lake, and watch the hellish thunderstorms of "Look out" Mountain (Tennessee) at night...we so white eyed watched an RV trailer hit by lightening pass us from the other side of the highway, burnt to an crisp, still smoking...I quickly understood why people in storms through this area found wayside or park shelter stations to sit inside of through such storms...until they passed over. And never go over the side of the roadside curb, to go potty at night if the shelter is full of people, you may be headed to an straight down huge lake of dammed up water...from which you will never return or be seen again. but it might take going through the daytime to understand such folly of thinking at night. I was also told, in North Carolina I think it was, never go out at night in an park, esp if it's near water..it's alligator feeding time then, You just never know. But that's "OK" debbie, we have bigfoot here, cougars, and bears and what not to be aware of also.  One can never be careful enough. 

As for Richard, I was driving my camper (no I didn't worrry about  it, my uncle ownes his own trucking company and all I had to do was get on the  CB if I needed him), with truck.. back in the midwest having visited my mother's side of family, with my sister and my infant son, on my way to Wash. D. C. to do some research work there, (fly my hubby in to join us there rest of the vacation time) and I knew to leave the area to get through this eastern side of Kansas state before late afternoon when the summer storms are brewing up possible tornadoes..and I'm out on the freeway, having an heck of an time keeping my rig on the road..from the wind.  Had the CB on..when I happen to have two 18 wheelers come up on me.. one on the side, and one in back getting ready to pass me, and I hear them comment about my having an time with the wind blowing, and as the one passed me he says "there's an "biscuit burner" driving that rig!...to which I replied, yes,..you got that right...an "biscuit burner".. what's all this wind about?...he said we just dropped out of Denver this morning with an crazy out of season snowstorm going on...probably the weather front from it. I said, thanks, and by the way, I don't burn my biscuits...over and out!... and I could see the other trucker "laughing" as he passed me by... and blew his truck horn. Another hour down the road and we were out it.  Denver appareently has its surprises weatherwise also.

You know the first time I went to DC...having an bottle bill here, we don't have much glass on the streets showing up, and there was crushed glass all over near the Lincoln monument, over the the bridge there. but it's been some years ago since that was going on,  it's probably changed by now. I havent' been off on one of my little excursions about for some time now. My hubby was born and raised in Missouri. Capt. Noble, Brown and my hubby were the only survivors of their unit left, about an 150 men died to see them airlifted out of the area with the records of the campaign going on in Vietnam with them,  they were an back unit of the army under the Green Beret's back then, and it was the regular North Vietnamese Army that attacked them. All three of them had needles to kill themselves rather then be captured back then..they knew they 'd be tortured if caught. My hubby got an Commendation Medal out of it, but he says the real hero's were the ones that died that saved thier life getting them "out"... it really changed him and his perspective of life. He will set for hours before the Vietnam memorial remembering what was going on back then...particualry just after he had gotten back. Not so much now . He went to work in North Carolina for the Green Beret Headquarters Division after that because they had no unit to call their own to report to.  He goes to most the Veteran cemonies to do one thing, to honor and have the guys remembered of his unit.

Most guys are respectful, if you are  toward them in general. I only had one guy as an supervisor give me an bad time, and another one I worked with stepped in and said, Leave her be, she's not an woman libber, she earns her keep here and then some...the other dude left.