During my last trip to West Point I had occasion to visit the pool area. Being in proximity of the old gym brought back many memories. Some of triumph, some of dejection, some of pain, but all of wonder. I recall Judo team captain Keith Huber turning the thermostat in the wrestling room where we… Continue reading Iron, Sweat, and the Way Things Were
I've noticed that where law enforcement is concerned, there is precious little middle ground. People tend to be sharply divided with regard to their opinions and experiences. No police officer pays for his meal when I'm eating in the same restaurant. When my daughter and I ate at Carrows in El Paso I picked up… Continue reading Police
Had someone ask what the "gauge" in "12 gauge shotgun" meant. The gauge in the name is a measure of bore size. "12 gauge" means that 12 lead balls, each the diameter of the weapon's bore, would weigh 1 pound. For a 20 gauge, 20 balls the diameter of the shotgun's bore would weigh 1… Continue reading Shotgun Gauge
I had a little more than an hour to change into my tux and make my way back to West Point for the bus to Carnegie Hall. There was only one other occupied table in the surprisingly spacious diner where I'd stopped to have a late breakfast. Scraping together the surviving remnants of my Nova… Continue reading The West Point Bicentennial, A View From the Ground
The following is a true story of old (early 1970s) West Point. I saw it, I was there. The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. Rated “R” for language. “What do Plebes Rank? Sir, the Superintendent's dog, the Commandant's cat, the waiters in the Mess Hall, the Hellcats, the Generals in… Continue reading All the Admirals in the Whole Damned Navy
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