This is what we mates called the USS Concord, a combat supply ship serving the Mediterranean Group for half of the last century. Haze Gray & Underway! I served as a deck hand and made one Med Cruise, spent most all of the time chipping paint and then re-painting. 19 years old with no idea of how big the world was, threw myself into that frying pan to escape my juvenile fires. Grew up in a hurry, learned I wasn’t suited for authority and discipline, something that shaped me and remains today. Had a life changing week on the Isle of Capri, returned to the states with this as my guiding light: “Yo no soy marinero, soy capitan”.
I made memories and friends while busting my hump aboard this old tin can. Did some of my earliest running around the “fantail” or rear section of the boat, lap after lonely lap, searching for answers of my youth.
A RGS Salute to all those that have served, are serving, or will serve. Special thoughts to my dad who served in Korea.
The USS Concord is now laid up at Pearl Harbor awaiting its fate as target practice and eventual sinking. So long old girl, you served your country well!
No cigar. This morning Carrie came this close to earning a much coveted award. I’ve been carrying around a trophy in my truck for 4 years, with the promise of awarding it to the first person to barf under my tutelage. She came close after a fast stretch from 2.5-3 miles, came even closer after the first rep up “Legacy Hill”. But alas, her breakfast and the trophy both stayed put. Maybe next week?
What in the world is all the fuss about Keith Stone’s pipeline in Nebraska?
Moving our Saturday morning run to 8:00 a.m. so we can all be home in time for the Husker game. Also moving the appointed meeting place to the foyer entry of Life Time Fitness. Varying distances and paces around Zorinksy, all are welcome!
I wish Penn State would cut the crap, clean house, and forfeit the remainder of their schedule. Lauren Cook should also be booted from the Huskers volleyball squad. There, I said it.
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