If you do not know me (I mean, really know me) then there is something you need to understand before you read this blog: I value the truth above everything else... except a good laugh. A good laugh will almost always beat the truth as far as I’m concerned. Everything you read on this blog will be true, somewhat true, or something I made up in an effort to get a laugh. Sometimes I will go on a rant that I don’t really mean (or only kind of mean). Sometimes I will mean what I write only to completely change my mind a year, month, or day later. Such is life. By reading this blog you agree not to get offended by anything I write (or, at the very least, you agree not to tell me or anyone else that you are offended). It is worth noting that my employer does not endorse my blog (or even read it, to tell you the truth). The Wife also does not endorse my blog (though she will read it from time to time). I am not paid to write this... it’s just my way of giving back to the community. I have, and will, touch on a wide range of subjects and will give my opinion on these subjects. Again, most of what I say is for laughs but every now and then I will say what I really think and feel (see my views on Westboro Baptist Cult). How will you know when I’m serious and when I’m trying to get a laugh? You’ll know. And if you don’t know, well... maybe this isn’t the best thing for you to be reading. So, sit back, read and enjoy. Leave comments if you want and don’t be afraid to publicly follow me.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Happy Birthday Jenn!!!

I just wanted to take a second to wish my friend Jenn a very happy birthday.  Really... that's it.  I've been up since about midnight sick as a dog (at least a sick dog).  So that's all for today.  Maybe tomorrow will be better.

Happy Birthday Jenn!  Hope you're having a better day than I am....

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Happy Birthday Ross!

I’d like to start today by wishing my good friend Ross a very Happy Birthday!!! We hope he has a good day. Some other people born on July 13:

Julius Caesar (100 BC)
Pope Clement X (1590)
Jack Kemp (1935)
Patrick Stewart (1940)
Harrison Ford (1942)
Tony Kornheiser (1948)
David Thompson (1954)
Spud Webb (1963)

Happy Anniversary to The Wife! It was on this day 12 years ago that we went on our first ‘official’ date. We went to the Applebee’s on Old Trolley Road in Summerville. Something else that happened that night… The MLB All-Star Game. The AL All-Stars won 4-1 over the NL All-Stars. The starting line-ups were:

NL All-Stars
Barry Larkin – SS
Larry Walker – RF
Sammy Sosa – CF (Booo!)
Mark McGwire – 1B
Matt Williams – 3B
Jeff Bagwell – DH
Mike Piazza – C
Jeromy Burnitz – LF
Jay Bell – 2B
Starting Pitcher - Curt Schilling

AL All-Stars
Kenny Lofton – LF
Nomar Garciaparra – SS
Ken Griffey – CF
Manny Ramirez – RF
Jim Thome – 1B
Cal Ripken – 3B
Rafael Palmeiro – DH
Ivan Rodriguez – C
Roberto Alomar – 2B
Starting Pitcher - Pedro Martinez

Know Your Medal of Honor Recipients:

Seaman Albert Burton (US Navy) received his Medal of Honor for his actions on January 15, 1865 on board the USS Wabash. His citation reads:

Served on board the U.S.S. Wabash in the assault on Fort Fisher, 15 January 1865. Advancing gallantly through the severe enemy fire while armed only with a revolver and cutlass which made it impossible to return the fire at that range, Burton succeeded in reaching the angle of the fort and going on, to be one of the few who entered the fort. When the rest of the body of men to his rear were forced to retreat under a devastating fire, he was forced to withdraw through lack of support, and to seek the shelter of one of the mounds near the stockade from which point he succeeded in regaining the safety of his ship.

Corporal Richard Earl Bush (US Marine Corps) received his Medal of Honor for his actions on April 16, 1945 at Mount Yaetake on Okinawa, Ryukyu Islands. His citation reads:

For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty as a squad leader serving with the 1st Battalion, 4th Marines, 6th Marine Division, in action against enemy Japanese forces, during the final assault against Mount Yaetake on Okinawa, Ryukyu Islands, 16 April 1945. Rallying his men forward with indomitable determination, Cpl. Bush boldly defied the slashing fury of concentrated Japanese artillery fire pouring down from the gun-studded mountain fortress to lead his squad up the face of the rocky precipice, sweep over the ridge, and drive the defending troops from their deeply entrenched position. With his unit, the first to break through to the inner defense of Mount Yaetake, he fought relentlessly in the forefront of the action until seriously wounded and evacuated with others under protecting rocks. Although prostrate under medical treatment when a Japanese hand grenade landed in the midst of the group, Cpl. Bush, alert and courageous in extremity as in battle, unhesitatingly pulled the deadly missile to himself and absorbed the shattering violence of the exploding charge in his body, thereby saving his fellow marines from severe injury or death despite the certain peril to his own life. By his valiant leadership and aggressive tactics in the face of savage opposition, Cpl. Bush contributed materially to the success of the sustained drive toward the conquest of this fiercely defended outpost of the Japanese Empire. His constant concern for the welfare of his men, his resolute spirit of self-sacrifice, and his unwavering devotion to duty throughout the bitter conflict enhance and sustain the highest traditions of the U.S. Naval Service.

Hospital Apprentice First Class Robert Eugene Bush (US Navy) received his Medal of Honor for his actions on May 2, 1945 on Okinawa Jima, Ryukyu Islands. His citation reads:

For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty while serving as Medical Corpsman with a rifle company, in action against enemy Japanese forces on Okinawa Jima, Ryukyu Islands, 2 May 1945. Fearlessly braving the fury of artillery, mortar, and machinegun fire from strongly entrenched hostile positions, Bush constantly and unhesitatingly moved from 1 casualty to another to attend the wounded falling under the enemy's murderous barrages. As the attack passed over a ridge top, Bush was advancing to administer blood plasma to a marine officer Iying wounded on the skyline when the Japanese launched a savage counterattack. In this perilously exposed position, he resolutely maintained the flow of life-giving plasma. With the bottle held high in 1 hand, Bush drew his pistol with the other and fired into the enemy's ranks until his ammunition was expended. Quickly seizing a discarded carbine, he trained his fire on the Japanese charging pointblank over the hill, accounting for 6 of the enemy despite his own serious wounds and the loss of 1 eye suffered during his desperate battle in defense of the helpless man. With the hostile force finally routed, he calmly disregarded his own critical condition to complete his mission, valiantly refusing medical treatment for himself until his officer patient had been evacuated, and collapsing only after attempting to walk to the battle aid station. His daring initiative, great personal valor, and heroic spirit of self-sacrifice in service of others reflect great credit upon Bush and enhance the finest traditions of the U.S. Naval Service.

Monday, July 11, 2011

This Day in History

There are some (many… most?) in this world who think I’m… how should I say this… they think I love me some me. They think that I think the world revolves around me. As a rule, I typically do not argue with people who say this because… well… I’m not 100% sure they are wrong. However, on this date in history I made the ultimate sacrifice for a friend. And by ultimate, I don’t mean I died… or took a bullet… or gave blood… or even loaned money (as another rule, I don’t loan money, I give money… but that’s a different topic for a different day). No, friends, what I did on this day (July 11) back in 2003 was miss a baseball game. It was Game 5 of the first round of the American Legion playoffs between West Ashley and Georgetown. It had been a heated series and Game 5 was looking like it would be great. I was an assistant coach at the time… in fact; I was the only assistant coach that season. Why wasn’t I there? A wedding. Actually, not a wedding… a wedding rehearsal. Really, now that I think about it, the rehearsal didn’t last all that long… I mainly missed because of the rehearsal dinner. A certain friend of mine, who I won’t name on here (but if you guess Jeremy, you’d be right), decided to get married right in the middle of the legion playoffs. You could make the point that his wedding date was set well before I began helping with the Legion program… because it was. But as soon as he saw what was going to happen, he should have done the right thing and pushed the wedding back a day. But no… he held firm and made me miss the game. Big deal, you say, it was just a game. Friends, you know I would never lie to you. Ok, that’s not true at all, I would lie to you and this would be the perfect time to do it… but the truth (the real truth) is that this ended up being more than just a game. The head coach for West Ashley at that time coached for 20 years before he stepped down two seasons ago. If you were to ask him right now what was the greatest game he ever coached in his 20 seasons as the head coach of the West Ashley program, he would say without even thinking about it, “Game 5 of the Georgetown series in 2003”. The game went into extra innings with West Ashely’s starting pitcher going the distance. It ended with a walk off home run (by said pitcher). It’s a game that is still talked about today by all who were there (and by at least one person [me] who wasn’t there).

I will say this… I remember the look in Jeremy’s eyes when I first told him how that game ended. It was a look that said, “Oh crap… I’m going to hear about this for the rest of my life”. He knows me so well…

In the end, I’m glad I was at the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner to do my part to help get those crazy kids’ life together started off on the right foot. I can’t help but think that it’s because of me that they have been happily married all of these years.

Know Your Medal of Honor Recipients:

Sergeant First Class Tony K. Burris (US Army) received his Medal of Honor for his actions on October 8 and 9, 1951 in the vicinity of Mundung-ni, Korea. His citation reads:

Sfc. Burris, a member of Company L, distinguished himself by conspicuous gallantry and outstanding courage above and beyond the call of duty. On 8 October, when his company encountered intense fire from an entrenched hostile force, Sfc. Burris charged forward alone, throwing grenades into the position and destroying approximately 15 of the enemy. On the following day, spearheading a renewed assault on enemy positions on the next ridge, he was wounded by machine gun fire but continued the assault, reaching the crest of the ridge ahead of his unit and sustaining a second wound. Calling for a 57mm. recoilless rifle team, he deliberately exposed himself to draw hostile fire and reveal the enemy position. The enemy machine gun emplacement was destroyed. The company then moved forward and prepared to assault other positions on the ridge line. Sfc. Burris, refusing evacuation and submitting only to emergency treatment, joined the unit in its renewed attack but fire from hostile emplacement halted the advance. Sfc. Burris rose to his feet, charged forward and destroyed the first emplacement with its heavy machine gun and crew of 6 men. Moving out to the next emplacement, and throwing his last grenade which destroyed this position, he fell mortally wounded by enemy fire. Inspired by his consummate gallantry, his comrades renewed a spirited assault which overran enemy positions and secured Hill 605, a strategic position in the battle for "Heartbreak Ridge," Sfc. Burris' indomitable fighting spirit, outstanding heroism, and gallant self-sacrifice reflect the highest glory upon himself, the infantry and the U.S. Army.

Private William W. Burritt (US Army) received his Medal of Honor for his actions on April 27, 1863 at Vicksburg, Mississippi. His citation reads:

Voluntarily acted as a fireman on a steam tug which ran the blockade and passed the batteries under a heavy fire.

Captain James M. Burt (US Army) received his Medal of Honor for his actions on October 13, 1944 near Wurselen, Germany. His citation reads:

Capt. James M. Burt was in command of Company B, 66th Armored Regiment on the western outskirts of Wurselen, Germany, on 13 October 1944, when his organization participated in a coordinated infantry-tank attack destined to isolate the large German garrison which was tenaciously defending the city of Aachen. In the first day's action, when infantrymen ran into murderous small-arms and mortar fire, Capt. Burt dismounted from his tank about 200 yards to the rear and moved forward on foot beyond the infantry positions, where, as the enemy concentrated a tremendous volume of fire upon him, he calmly motioned his tanks into good firing positions. As our attack gained momentum, he climbed aboard his tank and directed the action from the rear deck, exposed to hostile volleys which finally wounded him painfully in the face and neck. He maintained his dangerous post despite pointblank self-propelled gunfire until friendly artillery knocked out these enemy weapons, and then proceeded to the advanced infantry scouts' positions to deploy his tanks for the defense of the gains which had been made. The next day, when the enemy counterattacked, he left cover and went 75 yards through heavy fire to assist the infantry battalion commander who was seriously wounded. For the next 8 days, through rainy, miserable weather and under constant, heavy shelling, Capt. Burt held the combined forces together, dominating and controlling the critical situation through the sheer force of his heroic example. To direct artillery fire, on 15 October, he took his tank 300 yards into the enemy lines, where he dismounted and remained for 1 hour giving accurate data to friendly gunners. Twice more that day he went into enemy territory under deadly fire on reconnaissance. In succeeding days he never faltered in his determination to defeat the strong German forces opposing him. Twice the tank in which he was riding was knocked out by enemy action, and each time he climbed aboard another vehicle and continued the fight. He took great risks to rescue wounded comrades and inflicted prodigious destruction on enemy personnel and materiel even though suffering from the wounds he received in the battle's opening phase. Capt. Burt's intrepidity and disregard of personal safety were so complete that his own men and the infantry who attached themselves to him were inspired to overcome the wretched and extremely hazardous conditions which accompanied one of the most bitter local actions of the war. The victory achieved closed the Aachen gap.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Talkin' Baseball

Let me start by saying a belated “Congrats!” to my good friends who are fans of the Revolutionary War Heroes. As I’m sure you know by now, the Revolutionary War Heroes won their second College World Series in a row. They did it with good pitching, great defense and timely hitting… the way God intended baseball games to be won.

Sticking with baseball, we had an interesting night last night at James Island High School for the first game of the first round playoff series between West Ashley Post 147 and Georgetown Post 114. The night started with me walking up to the press box about 45 minutes before the start of the game. As I walked up the steps, multiple wasps came from under the steps. I didn’t like it, but I made it through. I set up everything and then go to head back down to the field (because we don’t have any A/C up in the press box). First I stuck my head out of the door to see if my flying friends were still there. It looked all clear so I went down the steps and from out of nowhere, they were all around me… but again I made it through unharmed. So I go to talk to my old Legion coach (who is the current GM) and one of the assistant coaches (who played for me and coach with me back when I was coaching). I tell them about the problem under the steps leading up to the press box. They called me names that made me think that perhaps they questioned my toughness. I made it clear that after what I went through a few weeks ago, I wasn’t scared of getting stung by a couple of wasps. Anyway, they didn’t believe that it was as bad as I said it was… so the assistant coach (Brett) comes up there with me. We walk up the steps and… nothing. Not one single wasp. At least, that’s what they wanted us to believe. What they were really doing was setting up an ambush. So as Brett starts to walk back down the steps, a swarm of wasps comes out from under one of the steps. I would like to tell you that I threw myself at Brett knocking him out of harms way… but I didn’t. I screamed a high pitch scream, yelled something like “Oh S***!!! They’re all over you!” and then I dove into the press box, grabbed one of the fans that we had in there and pointed it at the door to try and keep the wasps from coming in after me. After a couple of minutes, I step back outside and look over the rail to where Brett is standing. I would like to tell you that he made it without being stung… but he didn’t. He got stung in the lip… and the neck… and twice on the arm (my guess is that the arm stings came as he was swinging his arm like a wounded bear after the lip and neck stings). This caused Tony (the GM) to think maybe he should go get something for us to spray on the wasps. I think what really made him decide to go was when Jeremy got to the field and said he wasn’t going to work the scoreboard if he had to go through wasps to do it (and everyone knows I’m not smart enough to work the scoreboard that they have at the field now). To shorten up this part of the story, Tony came back with a big can of the most powerful wasp spray that could be found on James Island and Jeremy sprayed the wasps while yelling “Say hello to my little friend!!!!”

The game wasn’t great, but West Ashley won so that’s what matters. I don’t remember blow by blow what happened, but I do remember that Georgetown jumped out to a 3-0 lead. Then a couple innings later it was 4-4. Then Georgetown got a 7-4 lead. Then at some point, West Ashley came up to bat… The first guy up struck out… but got on base because of a wild pitch on the third strike. Before we know it, West Ashley almost batted around… twice. Only one batter didn’t come up twice that inning. Two home runs were hit. One was a grand slam by the clean up hitter on an 0-2 count (causing Jeremy to scream out of the window, “OMG! He’s the clean up hitter and you threw him THAT PITCH on an 0-2 count!? Are you kidding me?!). Ok, he might not have yelled that… but I could tell he wanted to. West Ashley ended up winning 20-8 (or something like that).

I know this is a little off topic, but what the hell is wrong with society? I saw a commercial a while ago for that Kardashians show on E!. (***NOTE: I haven’t seen the show, so this could have been worked out by now… but I still want to talk about it). It seems the mom wanted to change her last name back to Kardashian… right now her last name is Jenner because she is currently married to Bruce (yes, THAT Bruce) Jenner. It seems it’s confusing to some people because her last name is different from 3 of her more famous (for what, I don’t know) daughters. I’m sorry, Bruce Jenner needs to step up and say, “Do you know who I am?!” I mean, here’s a guy who has actually done something in his life (Gold medal in the Decathlon at the ’76 Summer Olympics… setting a world record). He also spoke at Stiles Point when I was a student there (I want to say I was in the first grade… maybe second grade). What the hell did anyone else in this family do (aside from the late Mr. Kardashian who defended OJ… that’s something to be proud of)?

Know Your Medal of Honor Recipients:

Seaman John M. Burns (US Navy) received his Medal of Honor for his actions on August 5, 1864 on board the USS Lackawanna. His citation reads:

On board the U.S.S. Lackawanna during successful attacks against Fort Morgan, rebel gunboats and the ram Tennessee in Mobile Bay, on 5 August 1864. Although severely wounded and sent below under the surgeon's charge, Burns promptly returned to his station and assisted the powder division throughout the prolonged action which resulted in the capture of the rebel ram Tennessee and in the damaging and destruction of Fort Morgan.

First Sergeant Elmer J. Burr (US Army) received his Medal of Honor for his actions on December 24, 1942 at Buna, New Guinea. His citation reads:

For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action above and beyond the call of duty. During an attack near Buna, New Guinea, on 24 December 1942, 1st Sgt. Burr saw an enemy grenade strike near his company commander. Instantly and with heroic self-sacrifice he threw himself upon it, smothering the explosion with his body. 1st Sgt. Burr thus gave his life in saving that of his commander.

Staff Sergeant Herbert H. Burr (US Army) received his Medal of Honor for his actions on March 19, 1945 near Dorrmoschel, Germany. His citation reads:

He displayed conspicuous gallantry during action when the tank in which he was bow gunner was hit by an enemy rocket, which severely wounded the platoon sergeant and forced the remainder of the crew to abandon the vehicle. Deafened, but otherwise unhurt, S/Sgt. Burr immediately climbed into the driver's seat and continued on the mission of entering the town to reconnoiter road conditions. As he rounded a turn he encountered an 88-mm. antitank gun at pointblank range. Realizing that he had no crew, no one to man the tank's guns, he heroically chose to disregard his personal safety in a direct charge on the German weapon. At considerable speed he headed straight for the loaded gun, which was fully manned by enemy troops who had only to pull the lanyard to send a shell into his vehicle. So unexpected and daring was his assault that he was able to drive his tank completely over the gun, demolishing it and causing its crew to flee in confusion. He then skillfully sideswiped a large truck, overturned it, and wheeling his lumbering vehicle, returned to his company. When medical personnel who had been summoned to treat the wounded sergeant could not locate him, the valiant soldier ran through a hail of sniper fire to direct them to his stricken comrade. The bold, fearless determination of S/Sgt. Burr, his skill and courageous devotion to duty, resulted in the completion of his mission in the face of seemingly impossible odds.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Hello July!!!

For our anniversary, The Wife got us tickets to go see Stephen Colbert (Cole-Bare) who was in town raising money for an endowed chair at MUSC named in memory of his father James Colbert (Cole-Bert). As you know, I get all of my news from The Colbert Report. Colbert is also neck and neck with my good friend (my words, not his) Darius Rucker for the title of Charleston’s (and SC’s) favorite son (for any wondering… I’m James Island’s favorite son [again my words, not theirs]). Interesting fact… Colbert and I attended the same elementary school (though many years apart). I’m not sure if he went there for all 5 years… I think he moved to downtown Charleston before he was done at Stiles Point.

Speaking of Darius, I can’t wait for the next Hootie and The Blowfish concert next month. I will be attending this one with a large group of friends. We at I’m just sayin… would like to see Darius as a guest on The Colbert Report (and we would also like to see Stephen sing a song or two at a Darius and/or Hootie concert). Somebody get on that to make it happen.

Well, MaMa’s house is for sale. I’m glad I wasn’t asked to sell the house because I wouldn’t be able to do it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not mad that it is being sold. I have no doubt that MaMa would want it to be sold. Intellectually, I understand this… but emotionally, it would be hard for me to sell it. Basically, I wouldn’t sell it… rather; I’d take applications from people wanting to buy it. Because to outsiders, this is just a house… maybe just an “investment”… but to me, it’s a large memory storage box. I’m sure the realtor will walk people through and point out all of the nice things the house has to offer. He also has to hear complaints about the house from the people looking at it and try to turn those negatives into positives. I’m sure that’s what he’ll do. But I couldn’t do it that way. Here’s how I would do it…

As I meet the people in the front yard

*I’m going to be up front with you here… The first time I hear a complaint about something, the first time you say something that might even sound negative, the first time you have a look on your face that makes me think you don’t like something… The first time you don’t look thrilled at what you have a chance to buy… the first time any of that happens, I will ask you to leave. If you do not leave right away, I will physically throw you out. Also, I need to know that you are committed to living here for at least 10 years (I’d prefer more, but at least 10). This isn’t just some investment for you to buy and then sell as soon as the market shoots back up. This house has been in the same family since the 1940s… it’s the Pittsburgh Steelers of houses. I don’t want it to become the LA Dodgers of houses, if you know what I mean. Now that we have that out of the way, let’s take a look at the house.

*Here we have the front door. In my 32 years of living, I never entered the house for the first time on a visit through this door. This door is for salesmen and others who don’t know any better. Family and friends go around back and enter the house that way. But since I’m not sure where you fall, we’re going to come in this way.

*In here is a room that, until recently, had carpet in it. The walls hold memories… the carpet held dirt. So they recently got rid of the carpet and now we’re left with nice wood floors that have been here this whole time. Over here is a little stain from where an artificial plant used to sit. My grandfather either didn’t know it was artificial or didn’t really understand the meaning of artificial… so he watered it, thus the stain. To be fair, I think it’s been here long enough that we can move that from the “blemish” category over to the “character” category. A nice wooden lamp was here by this door for as long as I can remember. It is now by my bed. Photo albums were stored under it… and there was a fish up here on the wall that one of my nieces (Meredith, I think) was scared of. Over here sat a radio that for the longest time was never turned off.

*Moving on we have more wooden floors that have been protected by carpet for all of these years. Here is where the grown-ups would sit and talk at family gatherings. Over here is where the piano was and this spot over here is where the Christmas tree was when it fell over on me. Before I forget, I have to tell you that for many, many years money was hidden all over this house at Christmas and the grandchildren would have to find it. I think this is part of the reason they decided to get rid of the carpet… on the off chance that some money was hidden under it. But I digress…

*In here we have the Dining room. Over here is where the candy was kept. To be honest, I’m not a big candy guy… but MaMa always kept a container of bubble gum around for me. I love bubble gum. I think my Dad and my Uncle Keith ate most of the candy… while waiting in line for the food that MaMa (and Mom and my Aunt JoJo) had cooked for us. The table was here and this is where Da sat, MaMa sat at the other end, Mom and Dad sat over on that side of the table and Uncle Keith and Aunt JoJo sat here. I’m not saying your family will have to sit this way… I’m just telling you what worked for my family.

*Here’s the kitchen. I know it isn’t the biggest kitchen in the world, but I can guarandamntee you that more cooking was done in this kitchen than in all of those big fancy-shmancy kitchens you may have seen in other houses combined. Plus, who are we kidding here… you aren’t going to cook nearly as much as you think you will. Nobody does.

*Here is the den. Over there is the door all of your friends and family will walk through. Right here was a table where I ate 99.9% of my meals in this house. I would sit here and Dad would sit there with Mom in that spot and MaMa here. When I wasn’t here, MaMa would sit in my spot. I know this, because Mom tried to keep me out of my spot one time by telling me it was MaMa’s spot. MaMa made sure this did not happen twice. I now have that table. Over here were a couple of recliners. MaMa would sit in that one and Da would sit in this one. I would walk in and see his white hair sticking up over the top of the chair. Even all these years after he died, I’d still walk in and look to see if he was sitting there. That chair is now somewhat historic because the fact that I have it marks the first time in history that The Wife and I compromised with me actually getting something in the compromise. The TV was right there and this is the spot on the floor where I would play with the marbles. I would usually play football or war with those marbles… what can I say, I had a healthy imagination. I remember I was sitting over here the Christmas many years ago when MaMa realized that she had bought all of the men in the family sweaters (without really meaning to). I think that was the last sweater I owned.

*Now let’s go back through the kitchen and look at the rest of the house. Like the den, this hall here is new. And by new, I mean I remember when it wasn’t here. In reality, it’s probably older than most recent college graduates. Here is Da’s room (later MaMa’s room). I thought this bathroom here was pretty good, but they did some work to it recently and it looks great now. Not a ton of space, but honestly… if you’re going to spend so much time in the bathroom that you need a lot of space you should probably see a doctor. Get in, do what you’ve got to do, and get back out to your family. It’s a little different now, but I can remember the times I’d stay in here with Da when I was spending the night and he would put headphones on my so I could hear the TV when we went to bed… and then turn the volume up loud that he would also be able to hear the TV.

*Here is the bathroom I remember taking a bath in when I was a little boy. I remember I would be in the bath and Da would sneak in and pour a cup of cold water on me. I tried that on The Wife one time and she didn’t find it nearly as funny as I did. Women, huh?

*Here is what I consider MaMa’s room. I can remember sleeping in here with her when I was a little boy spending the night. She would tell me to shut my eyes real tight because she was going to turn off the light. Then once she turned off the light, we would count to 10 and then I would open my eyes and I would be able to see in the dark. I thought that was cool.

*Now if you will come with me we will take a look at the backyard. As you see, there is ample room out here for all types of outdoor family games. The front yard is also good for these games… but the backyard gives you a little more room. Here we have the carport. That wall there is where me and my cousin Jason would play wall ball. I don’t know if that is an official Olympic Game or not, but basically it consisted mainly of us throwing a tennis ball (or racquet ball) against the wall and then catching it when it bounced back to us. We were kids, so forgive me if the rules seem simple. Anyway, the door that was there before this one had window panes in it. At least, it originally did. What can I say; neither I nor Jason made it to the major leagues… so while I can neither confirm nor deny who may or may not have been responsible for the glass in that first door being broken, the fact is it was broken. But this door here is very solid. While we’re here, this area where the den is where I used to play one-on-one baseball with Da. We used a black plastic bat and a racquet ball. I can remember we would play out there while Da’s brother (my Great Uncle Jimmy) would sit under the carport and talk. I guess he was talking to Da, but sometimes he may have just been talking to himself. Every now and then I’d see Da reach up and mess with his ear. I can’t say for sure if he was turning his hearing aid up or down. I’ve got to be honest with you, I can see me and my brother Sonny being like that when we get old. I’m not sure if it’s still hooked up, but at one point there was a speaker out here that would ring whenever the phone inside would ring. It was loud enough that people 3 blocks over would know when my grandparent’s phone was ringing.

*I know a big thing for people is “location, location, location”… so let’s take a walk. This is the direction MaMa and I would walk when we walked to the “Other Little Boy’s” church. It’s the same way Da and I would walk when we would go to the drug store over this way which hasn’t been here since the late 1980s. You can get to pretty much anywhere pretty easy from here by foot, bike or car. I could tell you some stories about the places me and my cousin Jason would go on our bikes and the things we would do… but I’d hate for word to get back to our parents.

*So there you have it. It’s a great house in a great location… I just need to figure out if you’re good enough for it.

Know Your Medal of Honor Recipients:

Private James Burnes (US Marine Corps) received his Medal of Honor for his actions on June 20, 1900 at Tientsin, China. His citation reads:

In action against the enemy at Tientsin, China, 20 June 1900. Crossing the river in a small boat with 3 other men while under a heavy fire from the enemy, Burnes assisted in destroying buildings occupied by hostile forces.

Second Lieutenant George R. Burnett (US Army) received his Medal of Honor for his actions on August 16, 1881 at Cuchillo Negro Mountains, North Mexico. His citation reads:

Saved the life of a dismounted soldier, who was in imminent danger of being cut off, by alone galloping quickly to his assistance under heavy fire and escorting him to a place of safety, his horse being twice shot in this action.

Sergeant James M. Burns (US Army) received his Medal of Honor for his actions on May 15, 1864 at New Market, Virginia. His citation reads:

Under a heavy fire of musketry, rallied a few men to the support of the colors, in danger of capture and bore them to a place of safety. One of his comrades having been severely wounded in the effort, Sgt. Burns went back a hundred yards m the face of the enemy's fire and carried the wounded man from the field.