(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.

Both my grandfathers were career military and were in their 40s during WWII. One grandfather spent WWII in Puerto Rico working on planes like you. The other was a cook and served in North Africa, Italy and the South of France. Both played essential roles as did you.

(09-04-2023 01:11 PM)bullet 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.

Both my grandfathers were career military and were in their 40s during WWII. One grandfather spent WWII in Puerto Rico working on planes like you. The other was a cook and served in North Africa, Italy and the South of France. Both played essential roles as did you.

Any military effort is teamwork. It is why the academies taught team sports to cadets. On the field of sport you learn the consequence for not fulfilling your role in the field of battle. All team members are essential and a war effort is wholly a team effort. Whether you cook and shoot or just cook troops have to eat. If they don't eat you don't win. Every pilot since WWI and those rags on sticks with an engine and a machine gun will tell you their lives are only as safe as the work of their mechanics. They pilot the equipment, but if the equipment doesn't work they die! They would tell you a great mechanic was more important than a reliable wing man.

(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?

beat me to it.

(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?

Haha, you beat me to a similar comment.

(09-04-2023 05:10 PM)TigerBlue4Ever Wrote:  

(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:  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?

beat me to it.

And TWO of you beat me.

(09-05-2023 04:39 AM)TripleA Wrote:  

(09-04-2023 05:10 PM)TigerBlue4Ever Wrote:  

(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:  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?

beat me to it.

And TWO of you beat me.

Heard a story today. Too good not to pass on.


I am 83 years old. I was in the McDonald's drive through this morning. The young lady behind me leaned on her horn and started mouthing some ugly things because I was taking too long to place my order.

So, when I got to the first window, I paid for her order, along with my own. The cashier must have told her what I had done because as we moved up, she leaned out her window and waved to me and she began mouthing thank you, thank you, probably feeling embarrassed that I had repaid her rudeness with kindness.

When I got to the second window I showed the server both receipts and I took her food, too.

Now, she has to go back to the end of the queue and start all over again.

Don't blow your horn at old people. We've been around for a long time.

(09-05-2023 09:26 AM)MileHighBronco Wrote:  Heard a story today. Too good not to pass on.


I am 83 years old. I was in the McDonald's drive through this morning. The young lady behind me leaned on her horn and started mouthing some ugly things because I was taking too long to place my order.

So, when I got to the first window, I paid for her order, along with my own. The cashier must have told her what I had done because as we moved up, she leaned out her window and waved to me and she began mouthing thank you, thank you, probably feeling embarrassed that I had repaid her rudeness with kindness.

When I got to the second window I showed the server both receipts and I took her food, too.

Now, she has to go back to the end of the queue and start all over again.

Don't blow your horn at old people. We've been around for a long time.

Haha. Exactly.

I have a t-shirt that says, "Okay, I'm old, but I know stuff and I'm sneaky."

(09-05-2023 10:49 AM)TripleA Wrote:  

(09-05-2023 09:26 AM)MileHighBronco Wrote:  Heard a story today. Too good not to pass on.


I am 83 years old. I was in the McDonald's drive through this morning. The young lady behind me leaned on her horn and started mouthing some ugly things because I was taking too long to place my order.

So, when I got to the first window, I paid for her order, along with my own. The cashier must have told her what I had done because as we moved up, she leaned out her window and waved to me and she began mouthing thank you, thank you, probably feeling embarrassed that I had repaid her rudeness with kindness.

When I got to the second window I showed the server both receipts and I took her food, too.

Now, she has to go back to the end of the queue and start all over again.

Don't blow your horn at old people. We've been around for a long time.

Haha. Exactly.

I have a t-shirt that says, "Okay, I'm old, but I know stuff and I'm sneaky."

"Life is a competition. Given my age what do you figure your chances really are?"

(09-05-2023 11:05 AM)JRsec Wrote:  

(09-05-2023 10:49 AM)TripleA Wrote:  

(09-05-2023 09:26 AM)MileHighBronco Wrote:  Heard a story today. Too good not to pass on.


I am 83 years old. I was in the McDonald's drive through this morning. The young lady behind me leaned on her horn and started mouthing some ugly things because I was taking too long to place my order.

So, when I got to the first window, I paid for her order, along with my own. The cashier must have told her what I had done because as we moved up, she leaned out her window and waved to me and she began mouthing thank you, thank you, probably feeling embarrassed that I had repaid her rudeness with kindness.

When I got to the second window I showed the server both receipts and I took her food, too.

Now, she has to go back to the end of the queue and start all over again.

Don't blow your horn at old people. We've been around for a long time.

Haha. Exactly.

I have a t-shirt that says, "Okay, I'm old, but I know stuff and I'm sneaky."

"Life is a competition. Given my age what do you figure your chances really are?"

I realized the other day that i cant always push past the redline. When you are young you push past it because it makes the redline greater. Now you push past it you might crack your block.

:lmfao:

(09-05-2023 11:30 AM)shere khan Wrote:  

(09-05-2023 11:05 AM)JRsec Wrote:  

(09-05-2023 10:49 AM)TripleA Wrote:  

(09-05-2023 09:26 AM)MileHighBronco Wrote:  Heard a story today. Too good not to pass on.


I am 83 years old. I was in the McDonald's drive through this morning. The young lady behind me leaned on her horn and started mouthing some ugly things because I was taking too long to place my order.

So, when I got to the first window, I paid for her order, along with my own. The cashier must have told her what I had done because as we moved up, she leaned out her window and waved to me and she began mouthing thank you, thank you, probably feeling embarrassed that I had repaid her rudeness with kindness.

When I got to the second window I showed the server both receipts and I took her food, too.

Now, she has to go back to the end of the queue and start all over again.

Don't blow your horn at old people. We've been around for a long time.

Haha. Exactly.

I have a t-shirt that says, "Okay, I'm old, but I know stuff and I'm sneaky."

"Life is a competition. Given my age what do you figure your chances really are?"

I realized the other day that i cant always push past the redline. When you are young you push past it because it makes the redline greater. Now you push past it you might crack your block.

I never push past the redline. I take 'em out before I get to the redline, while my thinking is clear, and my methods are frequently asymmetrical. Direct still works but older people know by experience when it works efficiently and when it doesn't.

When the pulse goes up, step back, cool and calculated the young are never prepared to handle.

(09-05-2023 11:30 AM)shere khan Wrote:  

(09-05-2023 11:05 AM)JRsec Wrote:  

(09-05-2023 10:49 AM)TripleA Wrote:  

(09-05-2023 09:26 AM)MileHighBronco Wrote:  Heard a story today. Too good not to pass on.


I am 83 years old. I was in the McDonald's drive through this morning. The young lady behind me leaned on her horn and started mouthing some ugly things because I was taking too long to place my order.

So, when I got to the first window, I paid for her order, along with my own. The cashier must have told her what I had done because as we moved up, she leaned out her window and waved to me and she began mouthing thank you, thank you, probably feeling embarrassed that I had repaid her rudeness with kindness.

When I got to the second window I showed the server both receipts and I took her food, too.

Now, she has to go back to the end of the queue and start all over again.

Don't blow your horn at old people. We've been around for a long time.

Haha. Exactly.

I have a t-shirt that says, "Okay, I'm old, but I know stuff and I'm sneaky."

"Life is a competition. Given my age what do you figure your chances really are?"

I realized the other day that i cant always push past the redline. When you are young you push past it because it makes the redline greater. Now you push past it you might crack your block.

As the Great Dirty Harry once said (or many times said), "A man's got to know his limitations."

(09-05-2023 11:34 AM)JRsec Wrote:  

(09-05-2023 11:30 AM)shere khan Wrote:  

(09-05-2023 11:05 AM)JRsec Wrote:  

(09-05-2023 10:49 AM)TripleA Wrote:  

(09-05-2023 09:26 AM)MileHighBronco Wrote:  Heard a story today. Too good not to pass on.


I am 83 years old. I was in the McDonald's drive through this morning. The young lady behind me leaned on her horn and started mouthing some ugly things because I was taking too long to place my order.

So, when I got to the first window, I paid for her order, along with my own. The cashier must have told her what I had done because as we moved up, she leaned out her window and waved to me and she began mouthing thank you, thank you, probably feeling embarrassed that I had repaid her rudeness with kindness.

When I got to the second window I showed the server both receipts and I took her food, too.

Now, she has to go back to the end of the queue and start all over again.

Don't blow your horn at old people. We've been around for a long time.

Haha. Exactly.

I have a t-shirt that says, "Okay, I'm old, but I know stuff and I'm sneaky."

"Life is a competition. Given my age what do you figure your chances really are?"

I realized the other day that i cant always push past the redline. When you are young you push past it because it makes the redline greater. Now you push past it you might crack your block.

I never push past the redline. I take 'em out before I get to the redline, while my thinking is clear, and my methods are frequently asymmetrical. Direct still works but older people know by experience when it works efficiently and when it doesn't.

When the pulse goes up, step back, cool and calculated the young are never prepared to handle.

One of the things Nick Saban does well. His teams are cool and focused, not hyper.
Remember an Alabama-Georgia game a few years back. Georgia all excited jumping up and down. I was down on the first row in the end zone near the entrance from the locker rooms and Alabama came out just laser-eyed focused. Georgia jumped out on top quickly, but Alabama just pulled away and left them behind.

I'm only 39, but have an old soul, and already feel too old for this sick new uniparty globalist world.

By redline I assume that you're referring to the redline on your speedometer. I have NEVER gone beyond it, one, I'm too cheap to risk a busted engine and 2, I'm weary of cops and the hassle that comes with getting a ticket. I do speed some but never stupid fast. I always look at the big picture of whether I want to risk the outcomes from stupid behavior, now. When I was younger though I'm still surprised I made it this far, "estaba loco", I was crazy. My exBIL used to call me "el loco", the crazy one. Age does things to you, some good some bad.