Hi All. This has nothing to do with earthquakes, or things like that but I thought I would pass along a little bit about my life history. At least the parts that I can, and only those that are funny. When the better half sees the phone bill she is going to strangle me with the phone cord.

Last Saturday when Petra and I were working in the “Garden Of Stone” I got to thinking of the people I worked with when I was an analyst for the Air Force. We were a close-knit bunch, but now I’m the only one left and have no one to talk with about the good old days.

Then yesterday morning I got to thinking that maybe, just maybe there could still be some members of the other teams that were still alive and wondered it I could find them.

The first place I called was Baltimore, Maryland as this was an 800 number. The person I talked to was of no help what so ever, but did give me a number I could call. That was when the phone bill start going up. The person that answered the phone was a lady. I told her who I was and gave her the song and dance routine about how I was the only member left from a certain team and much I wanted to talk to someone about the good old days. I gave her the names I knew and some of the code names of some of the members. Now I knew that there was no way she could give the numbers and or locations of any of the people I wanted to contact, but she must have been a blonde because she gave me 3 numbers of people I could call that might be able to help me. I thanked her for her assistance and made my phone call.

Well low and behold the very first person I called was “Oscar” At first he didn’t believe me as he thought I was dead. Again I had to go through the song and dance routine about how I just wanted to talk old times, gave him some information that only an insider would know. What he said after that I can’t repeat here, as there would be an instant meltdown of the computer.

We talked about this an that when we finely got around to a person who wanted to join our organization. I won’t use his name. I don’t want to embarrass him, or his family so I will just call him Bozo. Not sure of all the details of a theory he had, but remembered it had something to do with the movement of celestial bodies, or something like that.

I asked “Oscar” if he knew what ever happened to him. He told me he was still around and was still doing the same song and dance routine about his theory. The only thing that was different is that they now get it by e-mail instead of snail mail. He laughed and said that was the best thing that ever happened was when e-mail was invented. Now they don’t have to read it anymore. They just look at the address and hit delete. I asked “Oscar” if they were the only ones getting these messages and he said they were going out just about everywhere, but were being deleted at the places they were sent to, or forward to them and they would delete them. I ask him if he knew where this Bozo was at? He said, “No as they felt they had to no reason to look for him. All they knew was that his e-mail was coming out of Atlanta, Georgia. Of course if they wanted to find him they would have no problem as they could get a court order and go the ISP he uses and get the address of the city and State he lives it.”

We talked for a couple of more hours about this and that and everything else we could think of. I learned that my counterpart in Vietnam died of cancer not to long ago. That sadden me many ways, but I guess what sadden me most of all was that I knew he had cancer and I had been planning to pay him a visit and give him a bottle of his favorite Brandy and a box of chocolate covered cherries. I think I’m going to miss him as much as I miss my friends.

Hope I haven’t bored anyone, but in some ways the weight I have been carrying all these years seems a little lighter. I have a lot of olds friends who are no longer with me, but I also have new friends who are with me. Those new friends are just as important to me as my olds are. Take Care…Don in creepy town