I was at an Air Force ROTC summer training at Forbes Field near Topeka, trying to avoid being drafted into fighting a war that I hated. They let us stay up and watch. I had always been something of a space kid, watching every launch that was broadcast and building zillions on plastic model rockets … even watching Star Trek first run. This was a special night, and I was so excited that I could not sit still. I paced back and forth while the other cadets lounged around watching Walter Cronkite narrate the action. “The Eagle has landed” and “one small step…” will always be in my memory. It was good.
I’m invited to participate in a study to investigate “The Incidence of Air Regurgitation through the Eyelid in Continuous Positive Airway Pressure (CPAP) Mask Users” … Hmm. Air regurgitation?
Trying to make galloping noises while riding a broom across a gravel parking area in Kentucky.
Cleaning out some stuff in my office today … I ran across this bit of silliness from 1990. My younger brother Douglas R. Teener called me at the office at Apple complaining that my number was not in the phone book (remember those, #oldfarts?) … when I got home I looked, and sure enough, I wasn’t there under the T’s … but on a hunch, and knowing TPC [from The President’s Analyst, another OFism], I checked the M’s … and there I was. I used to joke that I was the only person in the phone book with their name printed correctly.
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