Just sitting at the Puter and thinking again. In early 1951 a group of my friends and myself receive a letter requesting us to meet and go for a physical examination for the draft. Amazingly all of us country farm boys qualified to serve in the military. What do you think the ratio is today? Maybe 50%. Sad. Well, I like to call myself a Patriot and gladly served, ending up with approximately 28 months served out of the states in the Korean theater, during and after the peace was signed.

Before the existance of Fish and Game, PETA, EPA and any government organization whose business is to control everything, the people had to take care of their own existence. I grew up in that time.  

Just wandering through my fantasy world again: if I were working on one of those bottom fishing ships out there in wild ocean and being a processing ship of fish, you can bet my bottom dollar I would be eating halibut instead of rock fish. But there is a catch, the powers that be say. That this processing ship for fish has to throw away all of that wonderful fish called halibut, maybe some of them need more schoolin’.

Throughout our wonderful travels, my wife and I visited the Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico. You could go down a elevator or walk the trail into the cave; it was all downhill.

Viewing the fabulous scenery going down and then getting to the bottom and viewing the Chapel and other rooms, the guide told all of us to get near a hand rail so he could turn off the lights. That is one moment in a person’s life when it is as black dark and as absolute silence you will ever witness.