(09-03-2023 10:01 AM)shere khan Wrote:  Good grief

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

LOL! I'm always working on the next plan! Second Hand Lions! Wanna go with my boots on. I sure as hell don't want to die being taken care of by millennials.

Amen JR

(09-03-2023 10:39 AM)BartlettTigerFan Wrote:  Amen JR

I third that.

(09-03-2023 10:01 AM)shere khan Wrote:  Good grief

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Who says we're not? You can be sad and mad at the same time, lol.

(09-03-2023 10:02 AM)BartlettTigerFan Wrote:  Where did you get a picture of me??

Great stories...I'm 75 and I still can't believe it. I came from the barrios of El Paso and even though it wasn't like Chicago or Newark maybe it was because most of us were hispanic and even though you might have been a hard S you respected the elder. Si senor, si senora were common place. The older ones were given the title of Don or Dona (forgive me, I don't know how to put the hyphen or what the little wiggly thing on Spanish words) and there would never be a case where they should have been afraid of getting mugged or beaten up. One case happened and it happened to my uncle but the culprit who was an S O of the highest degree eventually got his (he was killed) when the womans husband found out about his shananigans. It's funny but even as a teen he was an S O. I guess that was his destiny.

At this time as some of you know I'm taking care of my wife 24/7 and have been doing it for about 3 years now. She's been ill for about 5 years now.It irks me sometimes because I feel I don't have a life and then I feel ashamed of feeling that way. Luckily my wife and I enjoyed beautiful things together before she got MSA, (multiple systems atrophy). We traveled a lot and we partied a lot, wholesome partying. We were fierce Miner fans and we would travel with the team sometimes that was when we had a chance to win with Coach Price at the helm. Now, we only listen or watch them on tv and with this coach we do it only because we're still Miner fans.

So far from a family of eight there's still 3 of us. Two older sisters in their early 80s. For 80 year olds they are fine except for the 81 year old who got lung cancer and is fighting it right now, I attribute it to the Chinese covid shot. Our family do not have cancer as the problem, it's heart troubles and diabetes. My A1C is 5.7 which I guess is good because the doctor was happy with my results. Luckily I'm still strong for a 75 year old because I have to help lift up my wife for many things and if I wasn't then my poor wife would be in a nursing home. My people call me "traga anios" (sic) because I don't look 75 and I definitely don't act it either to everyone's chagrin.

A lot of my friends have died in their 60s and some during the VN war. Four from my graduating class alone and some that were underclassmen. Even though I'm a Viet Nam vet, I served in Thailand which was a war zone by government standards. I get criticized because I claim VN war vet status because they say Thailand wasn't Viet Nam, and sometimes I feel guilty because of it too. I didn't have to dodge bullets or bombs but as an aircraft mechanic the aircraft I worked on did fly over enemy country. Like they say, "some gave some, some gave all". I guess I'm one of those that gave some.

Jeepers, I better stop or I'll write a biographical novel.

For those of you that miss the good old days are you forgetting something.....

the government, your teachers, the media, the world, was lying to you and you bought it just as much as these young idiots today. I feel lucky, at 63 (soon 64), I was born at a time when people at least thought about questioning government and everything in life.....

unlike those born in the 40s and 50s we started to question those that were shaping our life

As far as losing people most of my family were heavy smokers, drinkers, blue collar workers. So their bodies wore out fast and going to the doctor only happened if something took place and you couldn't get out of bed after 3 days. So about the average age of death in my family is 63. Just a few of a large family... My mother was 64, Brother 62, Sister 50, uncle, 48, too many cousins that did not make it to 60. One set of grandparents made it to 69 and 74 and a great grand father 99. Which helps to raise the average

(09-03-2023 05:37 PM)olliebaba Wrote:  Great stories...I'm 75 and I still can't believe it. I came from the barrios of El Paso and even though it wasn't like Chicago or Newark maybe it was because most of us were hispanic and even though you might have been a hard S you respected the elder. Si senor, si senora were common place. The older ones were given the title of Don or Dona (forgive me, I don't know how to put the hyphen or what the little wiggly thing on Spanish words) and there would never be a case where they should have been afraid of getting mugged or beaten up. One case happened and it happened to my uncle but the culprit who was an S O of the highest degree eventually got his (he was killed) when the womans husband found out about his shananigans. It's funny but even as a teen he was an S O. I guess that was his destiny.

At this time as some of you know I'm taking care of my wife 24/7 and have been doing it for about 3 years now. She's been ill for about 5 years now.It irks me sometimes because I feel I don't have a life and then I feel ashamed of feeling that way. Luckily my wife and I enjoyed beautiful things together before she got MSA, (multiple systems atrophy). We traveled a lot and we partied a lot, wholesome partying. We were fierce Miner fans and we would travel with the team sometimes that was when we had a chance to win with Coach Price at the helm. Now, we only listen or watch them on tv and with this coach we do it only because we're still Miner fans.

So far from a family of eight there's still 3 of us. Two older sisters in their early 80s. For 80 year olds they are fine except for the 81 year old who got lung cancer and is fighting it right now, I attribute it to the Chinese covid shot. Our family do not have cancer as the problem, it's heart troubles and diabetes. My A1C is 5.7 which I guess is good because the doctor was happy with my results. Luckily I'm still strong for a 75 year old because I have to help lift up my wife for many things and if I wasn't then my poor wife would be in a nursing home. My people call me "traga anios" (sic) because I don't look 75 and I definitely don't act it either to everyone's chagrin.

A lot of my friends have died in their 60s and some during the VN war. Four from my graduating class alone and some that were underclassmen. Even though I'm a Viet Nam vet, I served in Thailand which was a war zone by government standards. I get criticized because I claim VN war vet status because they say Thailand wasn't Viet Nam, and sometimes I feel guilty because of it too. I didn't have to dodge bullets or bombs but as an aircraft mechanic the aircraft I worked on did fly over enemy country. Like they say, "some gave some, some gave all". I guess I'm one of those that gave some.

Jeepers, I better stop or I'll write a biographical novel.

Thanks for the story Ollie and you're good Man.

(09-03-2023 10:01 AM)shere khan Wrote:  Good grief

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

This poem was one that stuck with me because my English teacher senior year was old as dirt(or it seemed at the time). In reality she was a 63 year old woman who spent the last year of doing what she loved before cancer took her.

Quote:Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

(09-03-2023 05:37 PM)olliebaba Wrote:  Great stories...I'm 75 and I still can't believe it. I came from the barrios of El Paso and even though it wasn't like Chicago or Newark maybe it was because most of us were hispanic and even though you might have been a hard S you respected the elder. Si senor, si senora were common place. The older ones were given the title of Don or Dona (forgive me, I don't know how to put the hyphen or what the little wiggly thing on Spanish words) and there would never be a case where they should have been afraid of getting mugged or beaten up. One case happened and it happened to my uncle but the culprit who was an S O of the highest degree eventually got his (he was killed) when the womans husband found out about his shananigans. It's funny but even as a teen he was an S O. I guess that was his destiny.

At this time as some of you know I'm taking care of my wife 24/7 and have been doing it for about 3 years now. She's been ill for about 5 years now.It irks me sometimes because I feel I don't have a life and then I feel ashamed of feeling that way. Luckily my wife and I enjoyed beautiful things together before she got MSA, (multiple systems atrophy). We traveled a lot and we partied a lot, wholesome partying. We were fierce Miner fans and we would travel with the team sometimes that was when we had a chance to win with Coach Price at the helm. Now, we only listen or watch them on tv and with this coach we do it only because we're still Miner fans.

So far from a family of eight there's still 3 of us. Two older sisters in their early 80s. For 80 year olds they are fine except for the 81 year old who got lung cancer and is fighting it right now, I attribute it to the Chinese covid shot. Our family do not have cancer as the problem, it's heart troubles and diabetes. My A1C is 5.7 which I guess is good because the doctor was happy with my results. Luckily I'm still strong for a 75 year old because I have to help lift up my wife for many things and if I wasn't then my poor wife would be in a nursing home. My people call me "traga anios" (sic) because I don't look 75 and I definitely don't act it either to everyone's chagrin.

A lot of my friends have died in their 60s and some during the VN war. Four from my graduating class alone and some that were underclassmen. Even though I'm a Viet Nam vet, I served in Thailand which was a war zone by government standards. I get criticized because I claim VN war vet status because they say Thailand wasn't Viet Nam, and sometimes I feel guilty because of it too. I didn't have to dodge bullets or bombs but as an aircraft mechanic the aircraft I worked on did fly over enemy country. Like they say, "some gave some, some gave all". I guess I'm one of those that gave some.

Jeepers, I better stop or I'll write a biographical novel.

Frick them. You are a hero.

(09-03-2023 05:37 PM)olliebaba Wrote:  Great stories...I'm 75 and I still can't believe it. I came from the barrios of El Paso and even though it wasn't like Chicago or Newark maybe it was because most of us were hispanic and even though you might have been a hard S you respected the elder. Si senor, si senora were common place. The older ones were given the title of Don or Dona (forgive me, I don't know how to put the hyphen or what the little wiggly thing on Spanish words) and there would never be a case where they should have been afraid of getting mugged or beaten up. One case happened and it happened to my uncle but the culprit who was an S O of the highest degree eventually got his (he was killed) when the womans husband found out about his shananigans. It's funny but even as a teen he was an S O. I guess that was his destiny.

At this time as some of you know I'm taking care of my wife 24/7 and have been doing it for about 3 years now. She's been ill for about 5 years now.It irks me sometimes because I feel I don't have a life and then I feel ashamed of feeling that way. Luckily my wife and I enjoyed beautiful things together before she got MSA, (multiple systems atrophy). We traveled a lot and we partied a lot, wholesome partying. We were fierce Miner fans and we would travel with the team sometimes that was when we had a chance to win with Coach Price at the helm. Now, we only listen or watch them on tv and with this coach we do it only because we're still Miner fans.

So far from a family of eight there's still 3 of us. Two older sisters in their early 80s. For 80 year olds they are fine except for the 81 year old who got lung cancer and is fighting it right now, I attribute it to the Chinese covid shot. Our family do not have cancer as the problem, it's heart troubles and diabetes. My A1C is 5.7 which I guess is good because the doctor was happy with my results. Luckily I'm still strong for a 75 year old because I have to help lift up my wife for many things and if I wasn't then my poor wife would be in a nursing home. My people call me "traga anios" (sic) because I don't look 75 and I definitely don't act it either to everyone's chagrin.

A lot of my friends have died in their 60s and some during the VN war. Four from my graduating class alone and some that were underclassmen. Even though I'm a Viet Nam vet, I served in Thailand which was a war zone by government standards. I get criticized because I claim VN war vet status because they say Thailand wasn't Viet Nam, and sometimes I feel guilty because of it too. I didn't have to dodge bullets or bombs but as an aircraft mechanic the aircraft I worked on did fly over enemy country. Like they say, "some gave some, some gave all". I guess I'm one of those that gave some.

Jeepers, I better stop or I'll write a biographical novel.

If virtue is its own reward there's one waiting for you Ollie. I've know people whose spouses were involved in crippling accidents or fell victim to a debilitating condition, some stuck it out and others couldn't handle the pressure or the limitations placed on them. It's not a hard choice to know which ones deserved praise and which ones deserved scorn, although there were some in the middle who just were not equipped to deal with such challenging circumstances and I found that type needed understanding more than anything.

Men like you are what this country was built on and once thrived on. As far as your involvement in Nam, any involvement is praiseworthy and I, as a grateful citizen, thank you for your service.

Keep your head up and keep doing what you know, or at least believe, to be the right thing. If and when it becomes too challenging for you, either emotionally or physically, do not be consumed with guilt should you ever have to decide that your wife is better off under professional care in a supervised environment.

(09-04-2023 06:14 AM)shere khan Wrote:  

(09-03-2023 05:37 PM)olliebaba Wrote:  Great stories...I'm 75 and I still can't believe it. I came from the barrios of El Paso and even though it wasn't like Chicago or Newark maybe it was because most of us were hispanic and even though you might have been a hard S you respected the elder. Si senor, si senora were common place. The older ones were given the title of Don or Dona (forgive me, I don't know how to put the hyphen or what the little wiggly thing on Spanish words) and there would never be a case where they should have been afraid of getting mugged or beaten up. One case happened and it happened to my uncle but the culprit who was an S O of the highest degree eventually got his (he was killed) when the womans husband found out about his shananigans. It's funny but even as a teen he was an S O. I guess that was his destiny.

At this time as some of you know I'm taking care of my wife 24/7 and have been doing it for about 3 years now. She's been ill for about 5 years now.It irks me sometimes because I feel I don't have a life and then I feel ashamed of feeling that way. Luckily my wife and I enjoyed beautiful things together before she got MSA, (multiple systems atrophy). We traveled a lot and we partied a lot, wholesome partying. We were fierce Miner fans and we would travel with the team sometimes that was when we had a chance to win with Coach Price at the helm. Now, we only listen or watch them on tv and with this coach we do it only because we're still Miner fans.

So far from a family of eight there's still 3 of us. Two older sisters in their early 80s. For 80 year olds they are fine except for the 81 year old who got lung cancer and is fighting it right now, I attribute it to the Chinese covid shot. Our family do not have cancer as the problem, it's heart troubles and diabetes. My A1C is 5.7 which I guess is good because the doctor was happy with my results. Luckily I'm still strong for a 75 year old because I have to help lift up my wife for many things and if I wasn't then my poor wife would be in a nursing home. My people call me "traga anios" (sic) because I don't look 75 and I definitely don't act it either to everyone's chagrin.

A lot of my friends have died in their 60s and some during the VN war. Four from my graduating class alone and some that were underclassmen. Even though I'm a Viet Nam vet, I served in Thailand which was a war zone by government standards. I get criticized because I claim VN war vet status because they say Thailand wasn't Viet Nam, and sometimes I feel guilty because of it too. I didn't have to dodge bullets or bombs but as an aircraft mechanic the aircraft I worked on did fly over enemy country. Like they say, "some gave some, some gave all". I guess I'm one of those that gave some.

Jeepers, I better stop or I'll write a biographical novel.

Frick them. You are a hero.

I wish I had your way with words. I wrote 3 paragraphs to basically say the same thing.

(09-04-2023 06:42 AM)TigerBlue4Ever Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 06:14 AM)shere khan Wrote:  

(09-03-2023 05:37 PM)olliebaba Wrote:  Great stories...I'm 75 and I still can't believe it. I came from the barrios of El Paso and even though it wasn't like Chicago or Newark maybe it was because most of us were hispanic and even though you might have been a hard S you respected the elder. Si senor, si senora were common place. The older ones were given the title of Don or Dona (forgive me, I don't know how to put the hyphen or what the little wiggly thing on Spanish words) and there would never be a case where they should have been afraid of getting mugged or beaten up. One case happened and it happened to my uncle but the culprit who was an S O of the highest degree eventually got his (he was killed) when the womans husband found out about his shananigans. It's funny but even as a teen he was an S O. I guess that was his destiny.

At this time as some of you know I'm taking care of my wife 24/7 and have been doing it for about 3 years now. She's been ill for about 5 years now.It irks me sometimes because I feel I don't have a life and then I feel ashamed of feeling that way. Luckily my wife and I enjoyed beautiful things together before she got MSA, (multiple systems atrophy). We traveled a lot and we partied a lot, wholesome partying. We were fierce Miner fans and we would travel with the team sometimes that was when we had a chance to win with Coach Price at the helm. Now, we only listen or watch them on tv and with this coach we do it only because we're still Miner fans.

So far from a family of eight there's still 3 of us. Two older sisters in their early 80s. For 80 year olds they are fine except for the 81 year old who got lung cancer and is fighting it right now, I attribute it to the Chinese covid shot. Our family do not have cancer as the problem, it's heart troubles and diabetes. My A1C is 5.7 which I guess is good because the doctor was happy with my results. Luckily I'm still strong for a 75 year old because I have to help lift up my wife for many things and if I wasn't then my poor wife would be in a nursing home. My people call me "traga anios" (sic) because I don't look 75 and I definitely don't act it either to everyone's chagrin.

A lot of my friends have died in their 60s and some during the VN war. Four from my graduating class alone and some that were underclassmen. Even though I'm a Viet Nam vet, I served in Thailand which was a war zone by government standards. I get criticized because I claim VN war vet status because they say Thailand wasn't Viet Nam, and sometimes I feel guilty because of it too. I didn't have to dodge bullets or bombs but as an aircraft mechanic the aircraft I worked on did fly over enemy country. Like they say, "some gave some, some gave all". I guess I'm one of those that gave some.

Jeepers, I better stop or I'll write a biographical novel.

Frick them. You are a hero.

I wish I had your way with words. I wrote 3 paragraphs to basically say the same thing.

I feel exactly the same way.

I type stream of thought, which for me is faster than thinking through clever cryptic one liners. That's a talent I don't possess.

(09-04-2023 06:47 AM)TripleA Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 06:42 AM)TigerBlue4Ever Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 06:14 AM)shere khan Wrote:  

(09-03-2023 05:37 PM)olliebaba Wrote:  Great stories...I'm 75 and I still can't believe it. I came from the barrios of El Paso and even though it wasn't like Chicago or Newark maybe it was because most of us were hispanic and even though you might have been a hard S you respected the elder. Si senor, si senora were common place. The older ones were given the title of Don or Dona (forgive me, I don't know how to put the hyphen or what the little wiggly thing on Spanish words) and there would never be a case where they should have been afraid of getting mugged or beaten up. One case happened and it happened to my uncle but the culprit who was an S O of the highest degree eventually got his (he was killed) when the womans husband found out about his shananigans. It's funny but even as a teen he was an S O. I guess that was his destiny.

At this time as some of you know I'm taking care of my wife 24/7 and have been doing it for about 3 years now. She's been ill for about 5 years now.It irks me sometimes because I feel I don't have a life and then I feel ashamed of feeling that way. Luckily my wife and I enjoyed beautiful things together before she got MSA, (multiple systems atrophy). We traveled a lot and we partied a lot, wholesome partying. We were fierce Miner fans and we would travel with the team sometimes that was when we had a chance to win with Coach Price at the helm. Now, we only listen or watch them on tv and with this coach we do it only because we're still Miner fans.

So far from a family of eight there's still 3 of us. Two older sisters in their early 80s. For 80 year olds they are fine except for the 81 year old who got lung cancer and is fighting it right now, I attribute it to the Chinese covid shot. Our family do not have cancer as the problem, it's heart troubles and diabetes. My A1C is 5.7 which I guess is good because the doctor was happy with my results. Luckily I'm still strong for a 75 year old because I have to help lift up my wife for many things and if I wasn't then my poor wife would be in a nursing home. My people call me "traga anios" (sic) because I don't look 75 and I definitely don't act it either to everyone's chagrin.

A lot of my friends have died in their 60s and some during the VN war. Four from my graduating class alone and some that were underclassmen. Even though I'm a Viet Nam vet, I served in Thailand which was a war zone by government standards. I get criticized because I claim VN war vet status because they say Thailand wasn't Viet Nam, and sometimes I feel guilty because of it too. I didn't have to dodge bullets or bombs but as an aircraft mechanic the aircraft I worked on did fly over enemy country. Like they say, "some gave some, some gave all". I guess I'm one of those that gave some.

Jeepers, I better stop or I'll write a biographical novel.

Frick them. You are a hero.

I wish I had your way with words. I wrote 3 paragraphs to basically say the same thing.

I feel exactly the same way.

I type stream of thought, which for me is faster than thinking through clever cryptic one liners. That's a talent I don't possess.

Same here, and for me in particular that's no easy feat, my thoughts run all over the place. Even in mid-thought I might take a left turn and go off on a completely unrelated tangent.

(09-04-2023 08:10 AM)TigerBlue4Ever Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 06:47 AM)TripleA Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 06:42 AM)TigerBlue4Ever Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 06:14 AM)shere khan Wrote:  

(09-03-2023 05:37 PM)olliebaba Wrote:  Great stories...I'm 75 and I still can't believe it. I came from the barrios of El Paso and even though it wasn't like Chicago or Newark maybe it was because most of us were hispanic and even though you might have been a hard S you respected the elder. Si senor, si senora were common place. The older ones were given the title of Don or Dona (forgive me, I don't know how to put the hyphen or what the little wiggly thing on Spanish words) and there would never be a case where they should have been afraid of getting mugged or beaten up. One case happened and it happened to my uncle but the culprit who was an S O of the highest degree eventually got his (he was killed) when the womans husband found out about his shananigans. It's funny but even as a teen he was an S O. I guess that was his destiny.

At this time as some of you know I'm taking care of my wife 24/7 and have been doing it for about 3 years now. She's been ill for about 5 years now.It irks me sometimes because I feel I don't have a life and then I feel ashamed of feeling that way. Luckily my wife and I enjoyed beautiful things together before she got MSA, (multiple systems atrophy). We traveled a lot and we partied a lot, wholesome partying. We were fierce Miner fans and we would travel with the team sometimes that was when we had a chance to win with Coach Price at the helm. Now, we only listen or watch them on tv and with this coach we do it only because we're still Miner fans.

So far from a family of eight there's still 3 of us. Two older sisters in their early 80s. For 80 year olds they are fine except for the 81 year old who got lung cancer and is fighting it right now, I attribute it to the Chinese covid shot. Our family do not have cancer as the problem, it's heart troubles and diabetes. My A1C is 5.7 which I guess is good because the doctor was happy with my results. Luckily I'm still strong for a 75 year old because I have to help lift up my wife for many things and if I wasn't then my poor wife would be in a nursing home. My people call me "traga anios" (sic) because I don't look 75 and I definitely don't act it either to everyone's chagrin.

A lot of my friends have died in their 60s and some during the VN war. Four from my graduating class alone and some that were underclassmen. Even though I'm a Viet Nam vet, I served in Thailand which was a war zone by government standards. I get criticized because I claim VN war vet status because they say Thailand wasn't Viet Nam, and sometimes I feel guilty because of it too. I didn't have to dodge bullets or bombs but as an aircraft mechanic the aircraft I worked on did fly over enemy country. Like they say, "some gave some, some gave all". I guess I'm one of those that gave some.

Jeepers, I better stop or I'll write a biographical novel.

Frick them. You are a hero.

I wish I had your way with words. I wrote 3 paragraphs to basically say the same thing.

I feel exactly the same way.

I type stream of thought, which for me is faster than thinking through clever cryptic one liners. That's a talent I don't possess.

Same here, and for me in particular that's no easy feat, my thoughts run all over the place. Even in mid-thought I might take a left turn and go off on a completely unrelated tangent.

When I do that, my sister says, "Look, there's a squirrel!" She knows me pretty well, lol.

I’m 58 with 90 and 92 year old, active and reasonably healthy parents. I have no siblings and am very close to my folks.

All of my close friends are at least 68 years old and I learn something from them daily.

Older people deserve total respect and admiration. Without them, our country would have no fabric or character.

I hope I’ve taught my kids to carry that line of thinking forward.

The older generation should be cherished.

(09-04-2023 09:00 AM)450bench Wrote:  I’m 58 with 90 and 92 year old, active and reasonably healthy parents. I have no siblings and am very close to my folks.

All of my close friends are at least 68 years old and I learn something from them daily.

Older people deserve total respect and admiration. Without them, our country would have no fabric or character.

I hope I’ve taught my kids to carry that line of thinking forward.

The older generation should be cherished.

(09-04-2023 08:10 AM)TigerBlue4Ever Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 06:47 AM)TripleA Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 06:42 AM)TigerBlue4Ever Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 06:14 AM)shere khan Wrote:  

(09-03-2023 05:37 PM)olliebaba Wrote:  Great stories...I'm 75 and I still can't believe it. I came from the barrios of El Paso and even though it wasn't like Chicago or Newark maybe it was because most of us were hispanic and even though you might have been a hard S you respected the elder. Si senor, si senora were common place. The older ones were given the title of Don or Dona (forgive me, I don't know how to put the hyphen or what the little wiggly thing on Spanish words) and there would never be a case where they should have been afraid of getting mugged or beaten up. One case happened and it happened to my uncle but the culprit who was an S O of the highest degree eventually got his (he was killed) when the womans husband found out about his shananigans. It's funny but even as a teen he was an S O. I guess that was his destiny.

At this time as some of you know I'm taking care of my wife 24/7 and have been doing it for about 3 years now. She's been ill for about 5 years now.It irks me sometimes because I feel I don't have a life and then I feel ashamed of feeling that way. Luckily my wife and I enjoyed beautiful things together before she got MSA, (multiple systems atrophy). We traveled a lot and we partied a lot, wholesome partying. We were fierce Miner fans and we would travel with the team sometimes that was when we had a chance to win with Coach Price at the helm. Now, we only listen or watch them on tv and with this coach we do it only because we're still Miner fans.

So far from a family of eight there's still 3 of us. Two older sisters in their early 80s. For 80 year olds they are fine except for the 81 year old who got lung cancer and is fighting it right now, I attribute it to the Chinese covid shot. Our family do not have cancer as the problem, it's heart troubles and diabetes. My A1C is 5.7 which I guess is good because the doctor was happy with my results. Luckily I'm still strong for a 75 year old because I have to help lift up my wife for many things and if I wasn't then my poor wife would be in a nursing home. My people call me "traga anios" (sic) because I don't look 75 and I definitely don't act it either to everyone's chagrin.

A lot of my friends have died in their 60s and some during the VN war. Four from my graduating class alone and some that were underclassmen. Even though I'm a Viet Nam vet, I served in Thailand which was a war zone by government standards. I get criticized because I claim VN war vet status because they say Thailand wasn't Viet Nam, and sometimes I feel guilty because of it too. I didn't have to dodge bullets or bombs but as an aircraft mechanic the aircraft I worked on did fly over enemy country. Like they say, "some gave some, some gave all". I guess I'm one of those that gave some.

Jeepers, I better stop or I'll write a biographical novel.

Frick them. You are a hero.

I wish I had your way with words. I wrote 3 paragraphs to basically say the same thing.

I feel exactly the same way.

I type stream of thought, which for me is faster than thinking through clever cryptic one liners. That's a talent I don't possess.

Same here, and for me in particular that's no easy feat, my thoughts run all over the place. Even in mid-thought I might take a left turn and go off on a completely unrelated tangent.

Maybe im just dumber and a bigger ahole.

(09-04-2023 11:09 AM)shere khan Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 08:10 AM)TigerBlue4Ever Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 06:47 AM)TripleA Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 06:42 AM)TigerBlue4Ever Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 06:14 AM)shere khan Wrote:  Frick them. You are a hero.

I wish I had your way with words. I wrote 3 paragraphs to basically say the same thing.

I feel exactly the same way.

I type stream of thought, which for me is faster than thinking through clever cryptic one liners. That's a talent I don't possess.

Same here, and for me in particular that's no easy feat, my thoughts run all over the place. Even in mid-thought I might take a left turn and go off on a completely unrelated tangent.

Maybe im just dumber and a bigger ahole.

Hmm? One of these you absolutely are not, the other you absolutely are. Does that help?

(09-04-2023 11:12 AM)JRsec Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 11:09 AM)shere khan Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 08:10 AM)TigerBlue4Ever Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 06:47 AM)TripleA Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 06:42 AM)TigerBlue4Ever Wrote:  I wish I had your way with words. I wrote 3 paragraphs to basically say the same thing.

I feel exactly the same way.

I type stream of thought, which for me is faster than thinking through clever cryptic one liners. That's a talent I don't possess.

Same here, and for me in particular that's no easy feat, my thoughts run all over the place. Even in mid-thought I might take a left turn and go off on a completely unrelated tangent.

Maybe im just dumber and a bigger ahole.

Hmm? One of these you absolutely are not, the other you absolutely are. Does that help?