Kilo One-Six, What’s You’re Sitrep, Over?

Catchy title? Not really. Kilo One Six is my old call sign. Many the night, usually around 2 a.m., I would be dozing with one earphone over my ear and the other ear listening to the noises around me and get the above call. Continue reading

On the Clock of Tyranny…

On the clock of tyranny we are 30 seconds from Midnight. I will not go into an analysis of the N.D.A.A.or the various Executive Orders from der fuehrer in the last five months. So many people have already done this that I think it unnecessary for me to add anything to their analysis. Continue reading

Yes You Can!…Build your own Refuge

I want to apologize, once again, to all those that I owe emails to. April, I know I owe you and Tess and others emails. But I have been tied up, almost literally, with this latest house. Continue reading

Leftovers, Lagniappe and La-Z-Boys

((Why did I named the article this, I don’t know. It was all I could come up with. Sorry.))

Although this article is NOT about leftovers at the dinner table, it could be. The title is based on the terms that I learned growing up. My family was from central Louisiana but I was raised in south Louisiana. This is similar to having your family from England and raising you in France. Continue reading