Here is a Jeff Maddox story foryou. As a senior, Maddox and friends had regular
marijuana partiesin his room with the windows open. First stoop, corner room
next tothe band hall, where corps members walked past as they went to
theparking lot. CT’s were jealous and reported this rule breaking upthe Corps
chain of command. Corps Staff got hold of Rob Spiller andtold him to get
control of his unit. So he came to me, since Jeffwas in B Company, one of the
best units in the Corps by the way, andtold me to “handle it”. Being the hard
charging CO that I was, Iwent to talk to Jeff and company. When I told them the
story, theyhad that deer-in-the-headlight look of guilty as charged. So I
knewit was true by this reaction. My “recommendation” to them was totake their
parties to other locations outside of Dorm 11. They werehappy to agree and were
amazed that nothing else was to be done, atleast this time. Problem solved.
Nextstory. I was like Ed with the spittoon thing. I had seen them inold western
movies and thought they were an historical relic, likethe Model T Ford car. But
Dorm 11 proved me wrong. There wereactually working spittoons in some rooms
around the dorm. I alsofound out later that some of our fish buddies had to
actually cleanthem out on a regular basis. What a wake-up call.
Otto On Monday, March 29, 2021, 07:55:38 AM CDT, Mark Kelley
<markrkelley77@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Michael,
You win.
Regards,Dink
On Mon, Mar 29, 2021, 5:53 AM Jeff Davis <dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
You win in spades, Dean!
Jeff
On Mar 28, 2021, at 10:25 PM, Michael Brown (Redacted sender "dean.mickey" for
DMARC) <dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
If we're going to compare ditch-digging credentials, I think I win for total
miles of ditch dug. To be fair, they were irrigation ditches and I was using
one of the tools pictured below, dragging behind the tractor.
Not that I didn't use my degree in my short time with Texas A&M Ag Experiment
Station, USDA Ag Research Service, and farming on my own, but yeah, lots of
time with a shovel in my hand, or digging in the dirt with my hands, doing
welding, mechanic work, truck driving, etc.
Like the rest of you, not too proud to get my hands (face, feet, legs, etc)
dirty.
Unlike a lot of you world travelers and high muckety-mucks, not a lot of
excitement and big-time jobs. But most of my life, I basically was my own
boss, which was nice.
Of course, "being my own boss" discounts having to do what bankers, landlords,
regulatory bodies, etc. etc. told me to do.
But when the hired hand came to me and said "Boss, the little red light that
says "oil" came on, and three rounds later, the tractor quit," by golly, I knew
the buck stopped with me.
Dean
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