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Oh, that is very interesting about Austin! Now that you mention it, I remember hearing some of that. I didn't realize there are so many cat AND bat people here at DD! So, I was preaching to the choir :) Silly me, I forget I am talking to intellectuals since I am so used to dumbing down in our liberal town.

This was an obit in our Southeast Missourian yesterday. May he finally rest in peace.

Morris Waller

Chief Master Sgt. Morris Waller, 22, of Hayti, Mo., died Feb. 3, 1966, in the Quang Tri Province, Socialist Republic of Vietnam.

He was born Feb. 9, 1943, in Newport, Ark.

Waller was a 1962 graduate of Hayti High School. He was a member of Hayti First Baptist Church.

He joined the U.S. Air Force June 20, 1962, and left for Vietnam Sept. 17, 1965. He was assigned to the 311th Air Command Squadron stationed at Da Nang Air Base, Socialist Republic of Vietnam.

Waller was the crew chief on an Air Force C-123 Fairchild Provider making a supply mission flying out of Khe Sanh, South Vietnam, en route to Dong Ha, Republic of Vietnam, when his plane went down Feb. 3, 1966.

When the aircraft did not arrive at Dong Ha he was listed as missing in action on that date and carried at that status until Jan. 9, 1978, when he was listed as killed in action. The remains of the crew were located at Quang Tri Province in 2003, and Waller was positively identified in June 2004.

Survivors include his parents, Delphine and Bill Nance of Portageville, Mo.; a sister, Diane Buescher of Jackson; two brothers, Billy Nance Jr. of New Madrid, Mo., and Gary Nance of Davison, Mich.

Friends may call at John W. German Funeral Home in Hayti from 6 to 8 p.m. Friday.

Graveside service with full military rites will be held at 2 p.m. Saturday at Missouri State Veterans Cemetery in Bloomfield.

Learning to Cuss !

A 6-year-old and a 4-year-old are upstairs in their bedroom.

"You know what?" says the 6-year-old. "I think it's about time we start
cussing."

The 4-year-old nods his head in approval.

The 6-year-old continues. "When we go downstairs for breakfast I'm gonna say
"hell" and you say "ass."

"OK!" The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.

Their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6-year-old what he wants
for breakfast.

"Aw hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios." WHACK! He flies out of his
chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying
his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear every step.
The mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can just stay there till I
let you out!" She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4-year-old, and
asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast young man?"

"I don't know," he blubbers, "but you can bet your ass it won't be Cheerios!