Old Marines

Via LawDog and Marko:


Not gonna rehash the entire story here: group of elderly tourists gets accosted in Costa Rica, and one 70 year old gentleman fights back, bare hands against a gun. Old man wins. Reminds me of Mom, back in the day...

So tell me: why is it I hear SO many folks not able to defend themselves? Why are so many willing to roll over to thugs? And someone compare the above story with this (again thanks to LawDog)...

Attempt to mug a vacationing senior citizen, get dead. Attack three college boys in their own home, and get to return for round two. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, over?

Just remembered...

Oh yeah... forgot I had a blog!

Dad's doin' ok: slight case of pnuemonia, but pluggin' right along. With any luck, he and I will be seeing my adopted brother Turk this weekend: being a lawyer in Chicago, we haven't seen him in ages. Maybe take the Old Man out, and let him beat on Turk at pool for awhile...

To the 5 of you reading this: I'll try to post more regularly. Oh... in the meantime, you MIGHT want to get lives! ;)

Cruising the blogs

Found on Tamara's blog : How Misanthropic are You?

Guess I'm not as evil:

You Are 67% Misanthropic

Here's the truth: Most people suck. You are just lucky enough to know it. You're not ready to go live alone in a cave - but you're getting there.

How Misanthropic Are You?

Gee Tam, you win!

And the Old Man's back...

Picked Dad up at the Appleton airport last Tuesday: other than the TSA lady being a twit (the guy could barely move, but heavens forbid I should be allowed to step forward 20 feet to help him!), things went fairly smoothly. We settled in to wait for his luggage, and his first comment was "you look like a hoodlum!"

Ah yes... the bitter-sweet reunion of two people who express affection for each-other by doing their level best to knife each-other in the back!

He's now settled in at mom-in-law's (which is good: I can escape him when needed). And it looks like he might even recover from his ailments: he's got COPD, an infection in the right lower lobe of his lung, and an aneurysm under his stomach. He thinks the aneurysm is causing the shortness of breath (pushing up against the diaphragm, reducing lung capacity): I hope so, as that means he'll head back to the Land of Smiles and live for awhile more...

Took him out for a couple games of pool: I've been shooting better lately, and thought I might actually have a snowball's chance. Not bloody likely: I immediately reverted to the same five-year-old that could shoot a called shot to save his soul. And baldy thinks it's funny...

So... we go to see the doc Wednesday about his surgery: I'll probably post again after we know more. Hope all twelve of you can stand the suspense!

Kitten: revisited

Remember the kitten from a few days ago, who conspired with my momentary stupidity to cost me a rather nice folding knife?

Well, we was delivered to his new mommy saturday. I was actually afraid that he'd spent too much time with me, and bonded: I still hope he has some nice thoughts of the time he spent in our care. But he KNEW who mommy was immediately. Pics to follow in the next day or two...

Bad news... sometimes life just sucks...

Yep... just got a visit from my mom-in-law. Now, I like my mom-in-law... she's a really neat lady, someone I taught shooting, someone I'm happy to call family. And usually, someone I like talking to...

So she calls, and tells me she needs to talk to Spoon and I. My brain starts running through all the mistakes I've made, all the problems we've had over the last couple years: what does my mom-in-law need to talk to me about that she can't say over the phone?

Now, some of you may know that my old man went ex-pat to Thailand when mom died. His health has been failing the last year or so, and I've kinda been expecting a call from his friends there ("hi. You don't know me, but I was a friend of your father here in Thailand. He's dead now. Have a nice day!")...

Un huh... dad's been given 3-4 weeks to live, and wants to come home. This after no sleep, and personal troubles the last couple months.

Ever wanted to pick a fight with God, just to let out some agression? That's where I am now. Anybody know what bar he hangs out at, let me know: I got a few bones to pick...