I have pollen drifts on my patio...
It's my only day/night off and the youngest is moving...
My burgundy truck is now yellow...
The love of my life needs a catch basin under her nose...
There is nothing quite like having a large, angry man bruising your eyebrows with the edge of his campaign hat, while wearing the hat.
At the same time he is .....commenting..... on your performance, ability, appearance, lineage, progeny, and possible future, in less than complimentary terms. The tone and volume are sufficient to give warning to all, that they should avoid the current state of your affairs. He has
a deep love of God, Family, and Country, and currently sees you as a danger to all he holds dear, because of your poor attitude.
Now, that is an education!
Hopefully my soon to be ex son-in-law is receiving some of that instruction!
Today I got the chance to tell several career NCO's thanks for the job they do protecting our country, and training our troops.
This was in the conversations involved in tracking down the son-in-law.
I assured the acting First Sargent that we wanted nothing from the dummy, only that he should do right by his daughters.
I have been assured by a Drill Sargent, that he will do the right thing on his own, or will be assisted through the system.
I informed the good Sargent that he should verify everything the idiot says, 'cause he's been lying since he said mama the first time!
The most excellent Drill Sargent, assured me he would verify compliance, and pointed out that not caring for the girls was one problem, lying to his superiors is all together different.
I should smile it's different!
We have him on his Company's radar now, he will likely be supervised by some very dedicated, detail oriented, professionals.
That should do him some good.
The daughter called to see if she still had dental for the girls, he said yes, and I will pay the copays, then as I am told CANCELLED the insurance. Who would do that? His first sargent will hear of this today.
The five year old is in almost constant pain from a bad tooth, and this worthless pile of crap is too cheap to help!
Ambulance Driver said he believes every medic has a grave yard of people who have died while in your care.
I think he's right.
His post about death while assisted by paramedic, sent me back to the graveyard.
I am taking his advice and trying to make friends with the ghosts.
I have told a lot of people, "you can do anything on adrenaline for twenty minuets, then you have to sit down before you shake apart."
It's true, a hero is just too busy to think about how scared they should be. Then when they have time to reflect, they $h*t themselves and collapse.
If you don't believe in ghosts, don't do EMS, you will believe. I can see their faces, I can hear their families cry, and so far, I have not been blamed.
Some of them are quiet now, time brings peace.
To my two regular readers and all those who visit my site, I must apologise. I have been working insane hours, all I can do is work and sleep. Good Ole' Stump Water Nuclear Power Plant has a zero tolerance for errors, thus I must rest as much as I can. The Love Of My Life barely recognises me and all my duties fall far behind. The whining ends, this is not a sentence under law, therefore it is voluntary.
I have had my memory crudgeled to recall some more Bear stories, hospital transports and various blunders in a misguided life. This can't last for ever, so please be patient, the confessions will recommence soon.
I was reading this, it explains so much. You should read it too. We will see things in the future, in the news, and we will wonder, why?
I have been told by those who were there, " if you have a problem when you go into combat, it will not cure you, you will still have the problem."
If you live your life on the knifes edge, you will live life to the fullest. If you never know the brink of extinction, you may be content, but you will never know the exhilaration of survival. If you have survived, then you may crave the affirmation of life. Been there, got the scars, got the "t" shirt. Not from war, but all combat is not war.
http://men.msn.com/articlees.aspx?cp-documentid=3042293&page=1
Read and think, learn well.
Yea, I know, only capitalized the name, not the title. Al thinks he is somebody. He might be right, he's a washed up has been, but he still thinks he's above the rules.
In my humble opinion, the only people who rely on surprise and secrets are those who have nothing else to rely on. Al can't chance the Committee refuting his ranting. His "testimony "will probably be as full of holes as the rest of his career.
Check this out.
http://epw.senate.gov/public/index.cfm?FuseAction=PressRoom.Blogs&ContentRecord_id=71e7e4c1-802a-23ad-4c16-02e25ed1bfd3
I added the following link the other day, and was too rude to tell everyone. My apologies to Night lightning woman.
She tells a good story, the words paint a true picture.
http://greenchilesandroses.blogspot.com/
This is the story of how the Gore family has prospered. I am sure the story is more complicated than this. Armand Hammer was a Communist promoter and thereby a traitor. Go see if you think Al or his father are any better. I will say Al is a good product of his upbringing, a product bought and paid for. This has been known for years, though the lamestream media pleads ignorance. If Al was a Republican, the fat would be in the fire.
http://www.opinionjournal.com/extra/?id=65000070
When you point out to an Eco-Boob how their predictions are mostly wrong. They immediately point out that GlowBull warming is marked by unpredictability. That translates to "Don't be so snippy! I'm making this up as fast as I can!"
This is not the first time facts have been interpreted to fit a chosen conclusion, but it likely is the best publicised.
I found this post by accident, a really good discussion of the verdict in Libby's trial/railroading.
http://bdelapla.blogspot.com/
A good read, check the quote at the top of the header.
One of our operators went down from heat in the primary containment, two levels above the exit, and about equidistant from either ladder down. He is, thankfully, at home now, resting. When he was accessed he had no sensation in his extremities or his face.We covered him in ice packs, cut his outer clothes away, put him on high flow O2, a pulse oximeter. He came to shortly and regained conciousness and some strength.
The ambulance was brought in to the reactor building and held at the inner railroad door. The area we were working in is High rad, high contamination, high noise, and way to warm. We rigged two separate lowering setups, one for each elevation. The patient was secured in a Half Back, with spinal immobilisation. When we got him outside, he was transported to the local ER for an IV and rest.
This is a classic case of being too close to your patient. He is one of the people that every one likes. Thus our Incident Command System went to $h!T. The assigned commander was doing patient care, the second commander on scene was trying to manage the rescue from the inside, I was the third commander on the scene, and wound up doing rigging and safety in the containment. I did turnover command to someone outside before I went in.We are the most experienced rescue responders, and we had a job to do, we handed the efforts off to others and went to care for our friend.
Other knowledgeable people popped up and we put them to work, hauling equipment, some mechanical people did part of the rigging and managed lines.The good news is we had enough people to eat the guy on the spot and not have to carry him down, but as no salt was available, we brought him out intact. The bad news is the same, enough people to eat the dude, there's no place to stand around there.
We are generally very careful about not spreading contamination, that went out the window. The Rad Protection techs were about to allow me in wearing my street clothes, I declined the offer. I chose instead to invest twenty seconds in donning a paper suit shoe covers and gloves. I find it amazing that no one had to shower, nor were any even contaminated.
The thing that really bugged me was the lack of equipment available to work with. We train with lots of top quality equipment. Now, in the middle of the night, I have to do the real deal, and I don't have enough equipment to do much more than tie my shoes. A lot of things I would have done, given tools and two minuets, settled out into using every piece of rope I had for something. In this business having just enough, means your options are limited, and load ratios and safety lines are the things of theory.The next real problem that looms on the horizon, what if I'm the patient?
Life would suck huge!
Posted by DW at 3:43 PM
P.S.
This is a repost, I have been spammed. I am sorry to report I have activated the protection against that.
An interesting lesson in history.
In 1929, the Soviet Union established gun control. From 1929 to 1953, about 20 million dissidents, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
In 1911, Turkey established gun control. From 1915 to 1917, 1.5 million Armenians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
Germany established gun control in 1938 and from 1939 to 1945, a total of 13 million Jews and others who were unable to defend themselves were rounded up and exterminated.
China established gun control in 1935. From 1948 to 1952, 20 million political dissidents, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
Guatemala established gun control in 1964. From 1964 to 1981, 100,000 Mayan Indians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
Uganda established gun control in 1970. From 1971 to 1979, 300,000 Christians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
Cambodia established gun control in 1956. From 1975 to 1977, one million 'educated' people, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
Defenseless people rounded up and exterminated in the 20th Century because of gun control: 56 million.
It has now been 12 months since gun owners in Australia were forced by a new law to surrender 640,381 personal firearms to be destroyed by their own government, a program costing Australia taxpayers more than $500 million dollars.The first year results are now in:
Australia-wide, homicides are up 32 percent Australia-wide,
assaults are up 8.6 percent.
Australia-wide, armed robberies are up 44 percent (yes, 44 percent)!
In the state of Victoria alone, homicides with firearms are now up 300 percent.
Note that while the law-abiding citizens turned them in, the criminals did not, and criminals still possess their guns!)
While figures over the previous 25 years showed a steady decrease in armed robbery with firearms, this has changed drastically upward in the past 12 months, since criminals now are guaranteed that their prey is unarmed.There has also been a dramatic increase in break-ins and assaults of the ELDERLY. Australian politicians are at a loss to explain how public safety has decreased, after such monumental effort and expense was expended in successfully ridding Australian society of guns.The Australian experience and the other historical facts above prove it. You won't see this data on the American evening news or hear our president, governors or other politicians disseminating this information.Guns in the hands of honest citizens save lives and property and, yes, gun-control laws affect only the law-abiding citizens.
Take note my fellow Americans.....before it's too late!The next time someone talks in favor of gun control, please remind them of this history lesson.With guns, we are 'citizens'.Without them, we are 'subjects'.
One of my brothers in operations went down today, he will be fine. We went to get him, all of us. He is a great guy, and we love him, he is our own.
Convulsions, loss of sensation in the extremities, delirium. Heat stroke or what ever you care to call it.
When the rest of the site realises that ops is serious, then we get what we want. We got it.
We will get the rest later.
It could have been a lot better. I am the rigger, I didn't have what I needed. I used what I had. I could have carried him out in my arms, and I would have, given the chance. I have to give others the chance, eventually they will learn. I can only hope the price will be labor, not lives.
We managed, we will do better.
I doubt this will make the national news, but we had two ambulances in the reactor building. My brother, my friend, we will all pray for your recovery, and speedy return to us.
More later.
Thank you concerned people who read and comment.
First, the people who buy weapons don't buy parts, they buy things that launch bullets. So in my opinion the weapons were functional not receivers or conversion parts.
Second the list of parts that the article mentioned were basically junk.
Third, the people who wrote the article wouldn't know the difference if you beat them over the head with one gun or the other. They only know what they read in a report. The weapons listed as M-16, or what ever, may have been AR-15 or something similar. A liberal arts journalist cannot be relied on to know the difference.
The point is, in my opinion, if these dirt bags, and I short change all dirt with the appelation, want to shoot, then for Gods sake give them what they want, shoot the stupid ba$$t@rds, and put an end to it.
I am in the midst of a very trying time, I am working 75 hours a week for the next three weeks, on nights. I will post when I can. The group of deviants I work with are giving inspiration by the bucketful. I will try to include you all in the hilarity when I can. Unfortunately I must sleep or die. I have resorted to drugs and alcohol to calm my slumbers. When I return from the relm of Morbius, I will try to do better. God love you and keep you safe, may your life give you what your mother would have for you.
Ok, It might just be me, but i don't think so, when these b@$t@rds arm them selves to the extent mentioned, kill them one and all. They have shown their intent. Take them at their word. Anything we do is in self defence.
Go see.
http://www.washingtontimes.com/national/20070309-124712-9875r.htm
I have made comment about a certain lack of judgement on my part. It's true, I try to do better, but sometimes I get distracted, and forget to think about what the heck I am about to screw up. Sometimes I trust the wrong people, like family, like my sister. Especially my sister. I think I may have mentioned that she stopped some of my cousins from hanging me with the plow lines, so she could enjoy the job her self. ( I was small and unarmed at the time.)
I don't visit anymore because I have learned that my immediate family expects me to be incredibly gullible. I am expected to believe the most barefaced lie, even when I was there when the lie was concocted. It's just waaaay too much trouble and too stressful.
A long time ago, before I came to my senses, and disappeared, I went to visit my sister. I know she was never very fond of me. The fact that she wouldn't let anyone kill me, was colored by little acts like gouging me in the eye with a finger when no one was looking. She had a small lapse in judgement her ownself, she allowed me to get bigger than her, and faster. She has never whipped me in the first quarter mile.
I used to go to redneck country fairly often. I always carry a weapon, now, when I go to those places. I forgot once, no more.
Most people think they know what a red neck is, they don't. If they ever find themselves face to face with a true, mountain born, inbred, ignorant, trouble making, person of the redneck variety, and survive, their laundry person will likely be very miffed. My sister is a card carrying, charter member of that society.
My sister lived in one of those places where there are shoes available, but only for Sunday Prayer Meeting. Most of her neighbors were too far away to give you a clue as to the local environment. There are some state institutions around there, prisons and such. There are also one or two private businesses. One of those was The Big Rock.
The Big Rock was a "club" where locals would gather to play pool, listen to a little music, and perhaps have an adult beverage. Unfortunately, they had no licence, for anything, particularly the liquor in those Mason jars. The pool table (1) had one light bulb, maybe 40watt, and the building had no windows. I mean really there's nothing to see here, so why would you need windows. The field, I mean parking lot, was most always full. The Big Rock that gave the club it's name was right in front of the door, in the perfect place to keep a car from getting too close to the patrons. It also would give good cover if the party inside spilled over to the road.
My sibling was a regular to the place and for some reason wanted to introduce me to the owner of this little cabaret. As I mentioned earlier, I most always carry a handgun when in that area and I'm not terrible about leaving it lay about. I would wear a bomber jacket with a slit pocket on the inside, and put a revolver in there. Except this time, I left it in the glove box. We wheeled up to the club, hopped out and strolled in.
Oh! Damn!
There had to be fifty or sixty people in there, and when we broke the plane of the door, it was like everyone was frozen in their tracks. Don't run they can smell your fear! About that time if anyone had flinched you could have smelled me all the way to the county line. Keep moving and try to make believe the whites of your eyes always look like search lights. I told me "fool, fool, fool, you have left your gun at home"! What, exactly, I would have done with a revolver, at that point I have NO idea. Try to put out the lights and then hide? Dive under the pool table and use it like a hammer to smack toes? Shoot myself to save them the trouble? I saw people that I worked with every day, and they wouldn't meet my eyes or speak. The only thing I could remember was the news article about the prison guard who caught his wife's boyfriend there, held him against the wall with a shotgun, and then had someone else cut him up with a straight razor. Fun loving lot there!
While all the bad things are going through my head, I am following my sister to the back, to be introduced to the owner. He turned out to be a very nice man, who offered me his hand, I was more than glad to shake it. When I did, the party started back up.
Sis, on the other hand, was totally oblivious to everything. I should have remembered, she would never let anything bad happen to me, she wants to do the job herself.
It's positively amazing how much stuff can whirl between your ears when you think it's about to drop into the pot.
I was working (no, really!) last night at good ole Stump Water Nuclear Station. It seemed like forever, only one night though.
I was looking for a valve, one of those waaay in the back, in the corner, in the dark, under something, in a Hi Rad area. From that description perhaps you can detect my level of motivation. Or maybe not, all that doesn't bother me the way it should, but it was hot, and I was dressed out in coveralls, two pairs of gloves, two pairs of shoe covers. This is also one of those places where a hard hat, or a hard head, come in really handy. The other benefit of a hard hat, besides reducing divots above the eyes, is the plastic does a champion job of condensing moisture and dripping it into your eyes.
Can't live without that very well can we?
The valve in question, one of thousands, was small enough to be overlooked, and was high in the overhead of a very high room. I knew this cause I spent about twenty minuets hunting it. I finally spotted the thing across the piping, on the other side of a void. Off we go, playing pipe 'possum ( my pipe rat scamper has slowed over the years to a 'possum trot) through the vines so to speak. Remember I said it was in the overhead, and I was wearing a hard hat? Thank God for small mercies, vision wasn't good and I managed to overlook if not avoid about a hundred pipe supports. I must have sounded like a hound dog under a house trailer, going "bong, bong,bong,bong" bouncing off of everything in my path, and leaving a dust cloud trailing behind.
Not too impressive in the ducking department.
I was thinking about a shower in decon about then, that would be because of the dust falling on my face. For all you folks out there that believe the movies depict something vaguely reflecting life, that part of Silkwood where they scrub the chick because she's contaminated, ain't happenin'....ever! I have had nasal cavities swabbed with the longest "Q tip" on the planet, for cobalt, but any fat man who tries to get in the shower to scrub me is in for a bad day. I have this agreement with the tech's responsible, they can toss me the soap from the door, and thats it. If they bring a brush, well it just goes down hill from there, I promise.
Not to worry though nothing bad showed up, I found the valve, we continued the evolution, and finished up early enough to get out on time.
The point? Next time you are thinking about how bad your working conditions are, put on your over coat, hat, boots, dish gloves, go down to the mall and run around the parking lot on a hot day for about an hour or so. That will make you feel a little better about how it could be.
Or you could just have a cold beer and forget the whole thing. I'm going for the beer.
We were hard after it at good ole' Stump Water Nuclear Power Station last night. I crawled around the primary containment ' til I was about too pooped to party. There isn't a lot of wiggle room, and my wiggle isn't what it was twenty years ago.
We were doing the gamma guppie on the third elevation of Hell. I was playing tour guide to a visiting operator, and kept telling him "you can't get through there, go this way, go over, back up"! He said later that he saw a dude with a really big butt, and didn't say anything because he realised that he was so twisted up that it was his own butt he was looking at. I saw a worker start to sit down on a line that was radioactive enough to warm your lunch, to take a break, I screamed at him and waved him away, then explained to him why that was a bad spot.
Things are about to get really interesting.
Keep in mind that being set on fire is "really intesting", its just not much fun.
Thank you all for the advice and sympathy.
An attack needs intel and planning, we are in the intel gathering and planing stage. We have family with insight and they have been a great help. We will be adopting a tiered approach, with multiple avenues of attack. I will do my very best to make this devastating.
A while ago I promised him and his business partner some jail time for their efforts. I believe this is as good a time as any.
On a motivational note, this sawed off little b@$t@rd owes me $75,000. I will never get the money, but eventually I will get satisfaction.
If anyone has a contact in the Army National Guard, please help me "encourage" my son in law, who has for all intents and purposes abandoned his children. His feeble attempt at child and spousal support is just enough to starve on. These children have no health care benefits at all. The worthless pile of runny s***t has an outstanding balance at every doctor, and dentist in town. We will do what is needful for our babies. There is no question regarding that. I see no need for the scum to get away with this.
I need to find his unit, and that units commander. We need to talk. I am sure motivation is available.
OK, folks go look what we are doing to our selves.
http://www.corruptionchronicles.com/
OK, I'm Irish. Hate me, or Love me, I don't care.
One of the things I love is a touch of the Irish. Powers, Jameson, whatever!
Today it's the Killbeggen.
The peat, the smoke, the wood.
I have too few memories of the peat fire, the cold rain, and the relief from the cares of this world, but lads and ladies I'm work'in on it!
I have a month of night shift to work, and guess which coleen is rockin' me to sleep.
The silly season is upon us, two years early.
Goodie, lots of things to post, rant, giggle about. The stupidest thing I have heard so far is Howard Dean the God Father of Donk lunacy, demanding that anyone apologize for something they didn't say,but implied.
Now, that's funny, I don't care who you are.
You can line them up and destroy the credibility of any of them easily, allowing that the persons listening have any sense of fairness at all. Teddy Kennedy stated that it was perfectly acceptable to misstate an opponents position and then disagree with it. In simple words, make up something, argue about it, get it in the news, and then, pretend it was unintentional. In simpler words, lie and then blame the other guy.
The Hildebeast is writing a memoir, but she has denied for years having a memory of crucial facts. If you have a defective memory how can you write a memoir.
Check the ranters at the premier Donk/Liberal websites, I suspect you will find a lot of gutter language, and rants about any Christian or conservative, or Republican. You will find very little fact based conversation, mostly emotional outbursts, indicative of severe frustration, because they don't get their way.
John Edwards was forced to fire a upper level webmaster because of anti christian posts, on her site not his.
The Global Warming mythology has brought attention to Al Bore, and the Ambulance Chaser because of their extravagant lifestyle. Hey, if you can support it, go for it! Just don't tell me that I can't because you don't think I should. So that means you are better than me?
It goes on and on. I will not question the patriotism of any person or group, I will call into question the ethics and morals,not to mention how their mother raised them, of any liar I cross.
Got a problem with that? Just so no one can question any thing about my personal firmness regarding my beliefs, come on down, I'll put the dog out and we will deal with the disagreement in the back yard. No one except the immediately involved will know.
If you want some, you got to bring some. Come on and get just what you need!
Over at Badgers Forward a recommendation for The Roggio Report, daily roundup of the real news from Iraq. It will be nice to get the real skinny. The link is for the World Standard. The Report has a date addition in the URL so you will have to dig for it.
http://www.weeklystandard.com/Weblogs/TWSFP/TWSFPView.asp
Migration from the south fosters a very large discussion, with no simple answers, and no happy ending. There is a growing perception that we are in a conflict of cultures with the Muslim World, I believe this is correct.
We are also in a conflict of cultures with the wilderness to the south. Yes, wilderness, people the area to our south is not really a nation. To all appearances it is an outlaw camp, there is an appearance of nationhood, but the rule of law only exists for those with enough resources to protect them selves. Is that really the rule of law? The argument can be made either way. The rule of law by definition applies to every one. If you must pay for extreme measures to be safe, is there any law? If you can buy your way free from prosecution is the law applied equally to all?
We are being assaulted by criminal elements from the south who kill, to all appearances with no fear of retribution or punishment.
http://www.familysecuritymatters.org/homeland.php?id=737771 ,
http://www.barking-moonbat.com/index.php/P14/ ,
http://www.wnd.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=52198
Above are three articles that reference the same information, each with some additional information, and some additional points. These taken together show that we are being infused with a culture that produces a population with little or no basis in any redeeming value. They live in conditions and environments that are a carryover from three hundred years ago. The Hildalgo still rules, they(the Hildalgo) believe this is the most wonderful place on earth. For them, it is because it has been very good to them. They lack for nothing, they work at nothing, life is easy. There are the extremely rich, and the tragically poor. I have read nothing of a middle class. The middle class are the ones who produce the wealth and values that make a functioning society, where there is something to lose and therefore worth safeguarding.
When I grew up, I was poor enough I didn't even realize I was poor, because I had no reference regarding what else was available. It was nothing like the conditions to our south. Think not? Drive I-10 through El Paso, look at the shanty towns. Smuggling and drug trafficking are products of a life where there is nothing to lose. They want out and who can blame them?
The supposed government can do little or nothing to control the lawlessness. In some places the law enforcement units are the biggest crime rings. How would you function if the cop on the corner was the one to be feared? My guess is the government is encouraging the exodus of any one who will go, to get rid of the criminal and the poor. Let someone else deal with the problems they have created / allowed. Years ago I wanted to work at Laguna Verde station, I was dissuaded because I would have to live in a compound, the country side was too lawless. They were subject to bandits blocking roads, robbing businesses in armed bands and generally taking over after dark.
The poor to our south look to the north and want what they see, I can't blame them. They are, however, the the destructive adolescent. They destroy what they do not have the skill to produce, and are frustrated by their ignorance and destruction. Obedience to community standards are subordinate to "I want". I have heard many times that the people who come here are "good and hard working", some are and some aren't. We shouldn't paint with too broad of a brush. The people we should welcome are those who don't break the law at the outset. We must not reward those who come here to hide and wait for an amnesty to make them "honest citizens", for the flood would truly begin.
Another factor that plays into the situation is the protectionism of the local government. Their immigration laws, and rules for non native residents is draconian. You may not own property, you may not enter into political discourse, you will never hold public office. Prison is the alternative. Those are rules we should adopt. What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander! The laws are to assure the local population is afforded the greatest chance to avoid domination by foreign influence. Why then don't they respect the same advantage in other locations? Simply because it is to their advantage to reject reciprocal legislation.
Good fences make good neighbors, charity begins at home. We must have good fences, to at least strain out the detritus that will commit crime after crime, because they have proven the worst that will happen is a ride home and a walk back. They need an economy that will allow a family to help themselves and extend charity to others, not a hand out but a chance for hard working people to move up to the same economic level.
Our fence to the south should be a national priority, it should have guard towers with armed military with orders to shoot to kill. Sounds bad? The migratory flood of criminals and drug mules would dry up over night. The death toll would almost certainly be less than the thousands killed every year by illegals here. The cost would almost certainly be less than the incarceration of hundreds of thousands of foreign criminals.
There will be pain and suffering. There will be death and sorrow. Would you rather it were your suffering, or someone else.
Do you have the guts to make a decision? Stand up! Speak up! Who should our government protect? We don't have long.
The Dragon to the south is coming to us.
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I have just spent 45 precious minuets with my youngest grand daughter. I had a wonderful time, I'm ready to go again. I am proud and pleased to say she was the best child in the class. I don't say that often, and tonight it's true. She played quietly and politely in the center of a whirlwind. I was the only male relative able to go with her. We did something, but I can't tell you until later.
