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POSTCARDS FROM A SOGGY PLACE #6 – And God said to Noah, build me an arky arky
There are many things in the Sandy Place that have not changed since this hallowed ground gave birth thousands of years ago to the religious faiths that shape our modern existence. For example, the hot dusty climate that kept Moses and the Israelites warm as they wandered the desert for 40 years in nomadic search…
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POSTCARDS FROM A SANDY PLACE #5 – As my evidence professor would say, hearsay can be verbal and non-verbal communication
Cultural differences are often fodder for confusion, puzzlement and unintended disrespect. Fortunately for me and my never ending quest for humor in an otherwise rather humorless place, they can be comic as well. For example, in America the thumbs up sign usually means, ok, great, good to go. In fact, soldiers use it frequently as…
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Tune In, Turn On
Video may have killed the radio star, but podcasting will rip their corpses up from the graveyard and back onto the airways. Radio has always been a part of my life. Both of my parents participated in AM/FM talkies, my pops as an announcer and my mum as a programmer for the venerable WHBC in…
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POSTCARDS FROM A SANDY PLACE #4 – Planes trains and automobiles
Well gentle readers, I have moved north to our new sandy place. The trip was not one I care to repeat, three days of taking every conceivable form of transportation known to humankind and the Army while lugging hundreds of pounds of luggage. I liken the trip to the movie “Planes, Trains and Automobiles” (Mind…
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Branson Boot(y) Camp
Just got back from a surprise get-away to the nation’s second largest entertainment escape, Branson, Missouri. So much to discuss my precious ones, so little time. How can I begin to describe Branson’s essence? If you’ve been looking for round-the-clock all-you-can eat Asian buffets and a shopping palace dedicated solely to knifes AND dolls, this…
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POSTCARDS FROM A SANDY PLACE #3 – “Yes, I’d like a half-caf, skim mocha
Dear Readers of TLRG; While I have it on good authority that TLG would never be caught dead holding an assault rifle and wearing combat boots (in other words, she told me), she would certainly have felt quite at home in our sandy place the other morning. While there are many things that make this…
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Corset Bound
Songstress Joyce Grenfell once quipped that “happiness is the sublime moment when you get out of your corsets at night.” Being body bound seems to be very out of vogue these days, unless you’re the female lead in one of those erotic Asian art house thrillers where an ancient warrior unwraps your feet, gives you…
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POSTCARDS FROM A SANDY PLACE #2 – “Laundry”
As the inspired readers of my musings know, life in a desert encampment is full of both American soldiers and local folks who help keep us clean, fed and in good working order. In addition to recently experiencing their wonderful driving skills, I have had the pleasure of taking advantage of the laundry services offered…
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All in the Family
I must confess to not buying into the uber-hype of boob tube reality shows. Call me crazy but watching my fellow man eat mummified worms while being suspended over a boiling lava pit or peeking at a washed up B-List covergirl from 1983 getting her fourth round of nipple lifts is not my idea of…
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POSTCARDS FROM A SANDY PLACE #1 – Kuwaiti Bus Drivers
Today is the dawn of a new column day here at TLRG.com. One of my very best friends and the gal who has the most intricate knowlegde of military weaponry, MK, just arrived to serve a year’s tour of duty in a sandy land far, far away. She’s the toughest, baddest girl I know and…