"IF A LIFETIME CAN BE LIKENED TO A DAY, THEN THIS IS HAPPY HOUR!"
Mother, Mother Ocean
Mother, Mother Ocean, I've heard you call Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall You've seen it all, you've seen it all
Watched the men who rode you, switch from sails to steam In your belly you hold the treasures, few have ever seen Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred year's too late The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder I'm an over-forty victim of fate Arriving too late, arriving too late
"Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? Hmm. And well you should not. For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is." ―Yoda, to Luke Skywalker
Counted the Stars
Counted the stars on the 4th of July Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky Talking about redemption and leaving things behind I have these pictures and I keep these photographs To remind me of a time These pictures and these photographs Let me know I'm doin' fine We used to be so happy once upon a time Once upon a time But the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line And the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line
""SOME SEE A GLASS AS HALF FULL, SOME SEE IT AS HALF EMPTY, I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHO’S DRINKING MY RUM."
I got some pictures this morning from a scenic outlook above Palmdale on CA 14 on my way home from dropping Missus ORPO off at LAX at about 0400.
It was a definitely chilly out with the strong wind.
So please enjoy!
It was a beautiful morning here in The Southeast Kern County Desert.
I remembered to take the Nikon with me in the pickup last night. I was hoping to catch a train but none were in sight.
When I hit the edge of Cal City, I stopped and took a few of town with the mountains and our welcome sign!
I came across this while surfing the interwebs this evening.
It is quite a good read..............
The opening paragraph follows:
"To speak of “the profession of arms” is to imply that military officers don’t just have jobs, but—like doctors, lawyers, and members of the clergy—are members of a community of learned practitioners. It follows that a good officer keeps up with the latest innovations in his field, follows a body of professional literature, and contributes to that literature as his career progresses. You wouldn’t want your heart surgeon simply applying by rote whatever he learned years ago in medical school. Technology and best practices evolve, and survival depends on how abreast the good doctor is of the state of the art. For quite similar reasons, the nation expects more than just rote performance from its infantry commanders, bomber pilots, and ships’ captains."