How does an 8am pick-up sound? –Uncle Mike. Kinda early, the game doesn’t start till 3:30 –me. OK, 9 then. Lots for you to see there — Uncle Mike, ’77 grad of the US Naval Academy. You don’t even have to ask him if you meet him. He’ll tell you, with a big smile, as …
To leave Java pulls heart strings, specifically mine. And I always prefer to have him around. But when he has to stay home, it’s a process of guilt transfer. From him, to me, and it works, and I hate it. So I almost never leave Java.
Old-fashioned ages really well. Something new, something shiny, never has the same stories to tell. So as I was back in Ohio, digging around my dad’s basement, an Annin flag from the 1960’s caught my eye. The flag had belonged to my grandparents before they passed, and now it hangs, with pride, in the GORUCK …
Packed and ready to head to our new factory in Bozeman, Montana from my dad’s house, open roads waiting for us. North Dakota is a vast and open place, with storms that are fun to drive through. But busted rims that happen in interstate construction sites are not ever in the forecast (until they are), …
Thanks to my dad for hosting, as always.
