[ConorMacNessa]

We had a good time as 18 year olds, too. I was legal to buy beer and wine in D.C. I used to drive down Georgia Avenue near Walter Reed to the Cork and Bottle, load up the trunk of my '65 VW Bug with beer and head up the road to Annapolis. John's dad, my Uncle Jack Dowd, was then Superintendent of the Annapolis National Cemetery. We would go over to the Naval Academy at nightfall - we were granted entry by virtue of our military ID cards - and set up under the footbridge that crossed College Creek. There we would drink beer and stick our net into the water to snag blue crabs - returning to the Lodge at the Cemetery in the early hours of the morning, we would importune my Aunt Virginia (one of the most elegant ladies it has ever been my honor to know) to steam the crabs and we would have a morning crab feast. Good times, good people. Would that I could pass a word with them now!



Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)

[ConorMacNessa]

GOD BLESS AND PROTECT OUR TROOPS AND OUR BELOVED NATION!


TATTOO
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Must retire – the 0500 Reveille approaches relentlessly.

The Bugler, his grim visage replete with an evil sneer, already mounts the parapet.

Do poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes!

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Good night, God bless you, and God bless the United States of America!

Godspeed our Troops around the Globe – especially those in harm’s way – by virtue of their service and sacrifice we continue to live in Freedom!

Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)

[Kathy in Alaska]

Wonderful memories of good friends and good times.