To: 68-69TonkinGulfYatchClub; MoJo2001; LaDivaLoca; Bethbg79; tomkow6; beachn4fun; HiJinx; ...
Good morning Troops, families, veterans, Israeli, British, Australian, Polish, and Italian allies (and everybody else, and all the ships at sea). Thank you for taking such good care of the USA.
Today in Anchorage, Alaska:
Sunrise 9:29am
Sunset 4:56pm
Hi 13°F
Lo 2°F
Mostly cloudy and frigid
Actual yesterday in Anchorage:
Hi 11°F
Lo 7°F
State Hi 41°F Adak
State Lo -58°F Northway
77 posted on
01/28/2004 7:49:19 AM PST by
Kathy in Alaska
(God Bless America and Our Military Who Protect Her)
To: txradioguy; All
78 posted on
01/28/2004 7:50:28 AM PST by
Kathy in Alaska
(God Bless America and Our Military Who Protect Her)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Hey Ma, my heads hanging low, I oops'd!!
That song (The Green Door) is by Jim Lowe, not Hoyt Axton.
I'm sorry, I misunderstood my mom. ***Its all HER fault!!*** LOL
82 posted on
01/28/2004 7:57:56 AM PST by
trussell
(Troll Hunter Extraordinaire)
To: Kathy in Alaska
BTTT!!!!!!
96 posted on
01/28/2004 8:16:12 AM PST by
E.G.C.
To: Kathy in Alaska
Winters Rage
Its cold, that cold that cuts through clothes like a scalpel to the bone,
leaving that familiar burning of its icy touch, right into your soul.
It slips easy into gloves, drawing what heat was in that delicate zone,
making hands ache with its passing caress, taking its steady toll.
The air is painful to inhale, stealing more breath then it seems to give,
leaving one only too aware of Winter, and its dangerous moods to rue.
The wind swirls nigh, driving its ice splinters in, your clothes seem but a sieve,
and you know a small, silent fear, cold can master you, rule you, kill you.
Dry granular snow stings your skin, like icy gravel on the cruel wind,
forcing tears to flow, and freeze on cheeks numb and burning at the same time.
You challenge not this arctic beast that shatters stones and pray it rescinds,
bowing in humble surrender to its unfeeling and terrible power so prime.
Indoors is survival, and a measure of peace before the storms rage,
sheltering from Winters assault, its icy breath and mortal blow.
Take the time to reflect upon the fact that we are motes upon Gods page,
hiding from the power he uses with such ease, and to fools such woe.
-19 degrees (-35 to -45 windchill)
373 posted on
01/28/2004 9:16:34 PM PST by
Trikebuilder
(We know the path they walk, and pray each step for them, till home they come to us.)
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