You can hide but you can't run.

I like this format best.

Times are changing. The kid at the pick up window at Taco Bell shakes my hand and thanks me for my service. I tell him he's welcome. I'm beginning to think he may actually have a clue--not because I believe he's up on his US history, but because he's probably got a relative in the Oregon Guard. They've been deployed in one place or another for the past ten years.

Anyhow, good on on you, Bill, for holding down the fort.

Also, hey Rob, hey Fishdad....whew. Long strange trip.

I finally got around to going to some of the reunions. It's a jungle out there.