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Sunday, October 29, 2006

Sharing Moments I

When moving, you have that happy packing/unpacking/re-packing/deciding what goes into storage moment where you discover goofy/wonderful/painful/intriguing bits of your past that were happily boxed up the last time you moved.

Or, if you’re me, the time before the time before the last time you moved. Mostly, my memories stay boxed away so that they never have to infringe on my thoughts. This move is different, though; the f-word (thanks, Doug!) has a place pretty full of stuff and my stuff just won’t fit. I’m having to really evaluate the things that I’m keeping out and the things that are going to be closeted away in a storage space.

Lucky you. I’m in a sharing mood.

Right now I’ve found a little box with my June 1, 1978 Roosevelt Elementary School ribbons for first place in the Hot Wheel and second place in the 75-yard dash. I’m looking at them and wondering about the kid that won those little, tattered ribbons. It’s not just that it seems so long ago, it seems like a few lifetimes ago. The army, the marriage, the divorce, the deaths, the broken bones, and the sheer amount of change that has left that little kid unrecognizable (or, full well knowing what it means, the f-word described me as FUBAR) and the world around him something like a dream.

It also has my first voter registration card (1988) a few cards from Naval Jerry (not the earlier Army version or the later Traveling Geek version) and my British Airways Junior Jet Club membership kit.

Heheh. Cool. Little memories of moments that happened to a me that no longer exists.

Note: Pictures coming later.

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and the world around him something like a dream.

So, you’re saying I’m dreamy then?

Awww, yer a peach.

on Oct 29 2006 @ 04:25 PM

...and the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon, Little Boy Blue and the Man in the Moon…

on Oct 29 2006 @ 05:12 PM

You were in the Army. Tell us more.

on Oct 29 2006 @ 05:18 PM

At least it was a funny mocking…

And I don’t talk about the time that I was in the Army. There is nothing there that I am proud of; I don’t count myself amongst the many who have served our country honorably. My DD214 says “honorable”, but my gut tells me differently.

on Oct 29 2006 @ 07:43 PM

This can lead to nothing good…

on Oct 30 2006 @ 06:47 AM

No. I definitely don’t feel the need to discuss if further.

on Oct 30 2006 @ 07:21 AM

Right, enough of the negative waves; back to the mocking.

Your elementary school ribbons for riding the hot wheel came after my HS graduation.  Still, you are cultivating the proper old-f*rt attitude, so I’ll cut you some slack.  I hope the hot-wheel race was at least uphill both ways.  (And a blizzard in June would be a nice embellishment for future retellings.)

on Oct 30 2006 @ 09:25 AM

Holy crap, you’re old.

Let’s mock you instead.

on Oct 30 2006 @ 09:40 AM

Keep your box.

on Oct 30 2006 @ 11:24 AM

I wrote BASIC apps to print mocking signs on TTYs.  Those apps were stored on paper tape.  In order to kick off the OS load (also from paper tape), I had to enter binary instructions with toggle switches*.

I was mocking when you were in diapers.

Bring. It. On.

8-)

* All true, BTW.

on Oct 30 2006 @ 11:50 AM
Rae

Blah, blah, blah computers and mocking.

Where are the pictures of cute little David J?

on Oct 31 2006 @ 02:43 PM
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