I was picking on my mom one summer afternoon and my dad told me I should shut my mouth. I wasn't being mean to her, I could never be mean to my mom. I just laughed, after all what was my mellow mom gonna do? I could palm her like a basketball. Well I wasn't getting much of a rise out of her so I turned to walk away and she rat tailed me in the back of the knee with a damp dish cloth. Wow that floor came up fast. Before I had a chance to get moving the other knee got it. Soooooooo here I am dragging myself down the hallway by my hands almost pulling the carpet up as the blows kept coming, and all I could hear was the booming laughter from my dad. She finally quit after a half a dozen perfectly placed welps and just smiled at me. I managed my feet and was greeted with a hug. It was funny as hell but I did learn a good lesson that day. My mom actually did have it in her put me in my place with the speed of a cobra. For some reason she was the type that could pull off that maneuver off with no malice.
I really really miss my mom. :(

The world would be a better place if this attitude was still allowed.

I discovered mostly that you can't argue with Batchit Crazy womens.

My favorite pic of me and my Mom. It was prom night 1984 and she was working in the garden all day and didn't want to get me dirty but I made her come take a picture with me.
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Okay off to the salt mines, Y'all have a good day

When i was 6 I got a Davy Crocket flint lock rifle for my birthday. It shot a pea sized cork ball you loaded with a ram rod and used a cap in the flint bowl. Anyway an older kid from 4 blocks away grabbed it and ran home. I had just got it and went crying to my Dad. We went to the kid's house, both parents were there and let us in the house. After my dad told them what had happened they just didn't give a **** and said so what. My dad was immediately pissed. In the most stern voice I had ever heard my dad told the kid to get the gun. The kid did immediately. My dad grabbed the gun from him, gave it to me, whipped his belt off and proceeded to whip the kid's ass. While doing this, in the same stern voice told the kid AND the parents that if he ever caught their kid misbehaving around the other kids he would do the same thing to both the kid and the parents. We left and I never saw the kid again.

We lived there the whole time I was growing up. I remember 3 different kids that my dad whipped in front of their parents. One was well into his late teens. Every one of them moved away within a year.

Maybe i oughta belt the mailman, sounds very effective.

We had a huge vacant lot behind our house and that is basically where all the kids in the neighborhood played. My dad ended up taking a lot of kids that were troublemakers home to talk to their parents. Most got into more trouble with their parents than they would have from my dad's belt whoopin.

One of the three kids, my dad belt whooped the kid's dad. I didn't see it, but I heard my dad's side of the phone call from the guy after my dad got back home. Something about if the cops showed up, they would find him getting a beating worth going to jail for instead of just a spanking with his belt.

By the time I was a "rebellious" teen, I had seen enough that I had no intentions of ever pissing my dad off.

in fact, I used the same threats to control the kids playing in those vacant lots after my dad passed.

When a mouthy kid would say you can't do nuthin I'll tell the police and they will put you in jail. I'd just say, First offense is a $25 fine, and I'm beginning to think it would be worth it just to teach you a lesson.

My dad was and Air Force officer. Most of the time growing up we lived on base around other kids that had an officer father. I did not know any kids without a mother and a father until we lived off base a few times. There was a clear understanding among the kids, any parent any time could pull off a belt and go after any kid.

I was a great place to grow up because I did not have to be home before dark and my parents never had to worry about where I was.

One of the kids I met at school had a father that was a Sargent. We got along just fine but he lived in the enlisted area and I was across base in the officers quarters area. It was a major pain to bicycle over to his house. Then I found out my buddies dad worked under my dad. That made it a real pain for our parents to talk to each other. Officers and enlisted were not supposed to fraternize or hang out together. It made my dad uncomfortable when I was calling my school friend for our house. Remember this was 30 years before cell phones.

That was a time when my dad was working in a way above top secret intelligence office. Anything even slightly out of order could cost him his job.

w00t, just got called by the old concrete factory, i got myself a deal.
Basically they have an antique netware server running, and their concrete pouring / calculation machine runs it's software off that machine.
In the past they have always called me up when anything was wrong with it, but then the factory went bust, and now got restarted.
Basically the old netware 3.12 can't run on modern hardware, and the old hardware is very old and could die any minute.. their spare/backup server was tossed in the concrete mix when the factory workers were told the factory had gone bust.

Recently they started the plant up again ,So now they need me again.

4-5 months ago, the computer shop that works for them, called me up if i could do my magic
but he couldn't pay me cash , only in parts(to keep it off the books), but i don't need parts, i need cash.
And the computer shop can't manage his own work, so they wanted me to pull the project.
At some point i had told em it's not worth my while, and figured that was it.

But in the end they started to panic @ the plant, and said to the shop look, we'll pay him cash off the books, we can't be arsed, just make it happen, give us his number and we'll deal directly with him.

So that's 750 bucks towards my ammo buget right there
i'll order me a box of 1000 rds 7.62x51 NATO as soon as i get my permit.

Glen, i can imagine it must be quite fun as a kid in that kind of environment, planes stuff closeby..?

Oh yea. Lots of airplanes. I remember one day at Hickam AFB when we were riding our bikes we saw a large group of men all looking at the runway. We found a gap and saw a U2 up close as he was ready for take off. It looked like something from the future.

When Apollo 11 returned from the moon the astronauts were locked up in the module to protect us from the moon germs. ;)

That module came thru Hickam AFB with a few blocks of our house. It arrived from the Navy base which was just adjacent to the AFB. It was loaded up on a AF transport for them to go home. Anyway we have a home movie of me riding my bike waving to Neal Armstrong and he waved back at me.

It was cool to hang out at the Officers club pool. It was right on Pear Harbor. I remember eating a hamburger and all of a sudden the horizon turned Grey and an aircraft carrier cruised by just a few yards from the dock. Those things are HUGE. We would see the nuke subs cruise past all the time.

The Navy base had a better hobby shop than the AFB so we would ride our bikes over there to buy our models. We had to show our ID to get on the Navy base even though we were coming thru the gate from the AFB to the Navy base. We had to produce our ID to get off the navy base and they would not let me on the Navy base if I had my camera.

i remember going with my dad to the airfield, he was a hobby flyer, hanging out in the pilots lounge.. And spending time on the playing field while he was up flying.
there's a special kind of atmosphere in those places.. And that was just a local private airfield

The skydiving club, 400 meters further up was a completely different place, also very special athmosphere, but very , very different.

At Maxwell AFB we used to ride our bikes out to the end of the runway area. It was used as a storage area for construction projects so they had piles of dirt and broken concrete. We could sneak up real close to the end of the runway and watch as the planes landed or took off depending on wind conditions. Watching a C-130 touchdown just a few yards away as cool. It was always strange to see a B-52 come in almost sideways with the wheels rotated for landing. They would pass over our heads and it seemed like it was just feet away but I am sure it was higher.

Yea, after I really got into photography I went to the Marine base on the other side of the island with a Sargent buddy of mine. This would have been around 1969 or 1970. It was the Marine base at Kanoi Bay Hawaii. We hung out at the airborne unit where they would go up to 2,500 feet in a helicopter to parachute out and practice their landings. They had a 55 gallon drum full of the old pull tabs from beer cans. I watched from the ground as batch of men jumped out. Then they strapped me in a chute because anyone going up had to have a chute. I photographed them jumping out and the jump master asked If I was going out. I said hell no. I had not had even 5 minutes of training and I watched one of the marines land in a tree, one landed in the water, one had to climb his ropes to avoid a power line and another one landed on the runway. These guys had all jumped many times before. Only one man landed close to the "peas."

It was fun to lean out of a chopper looking down while holding on to a strap with a death grip.

Bwahahahaha!

Cool!

As a Senior in high school the English teacher on our first day in class wanted everyone to write down the name of the schools they have attended and what they wanted to do for a living. I started writing furiously and when she got to me I told her I was only up to 5th grade and I was still working on my list. She continued on and most of the other kids had been to the same elementary-middle school just a few blocks away and then come to the high school. My high school was my 11th school in 12 years of school. That high school was the only time I got to return to the same school as the year before. I had started in 1st grade in Hawaii in Pearl City and I went to class barefoot and with no shirt.

Every year for 11 years I heard "Class this is Glen the new kid"

Well i got kicked out of 13 schools in about 5 years...teachers never asked me what my previous schools were, the knew before they even saw me.