just for fun: how old is everybody?
be honest (lol!!!). could be fun to see how different age groups think, if it varies a lot, etc.
anyway, it'll get us off the political bullshit for a while.
i personally hit the big eight-oh last month.
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63 chronologically, 35 biologically, 25 mentally
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Congrats on finishing 80th revolution around sun.
I have 23 to catch up with what you have achieved today, and definitely won't get full social security when SS trust fund is used up on 2033. LOL.
Medicare in March…hard to believe
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54 - happy 80th! That's a big one.
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56. Dang, I knew I was younger but didn’t know by that much. Congrats to the 80 club.
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A belated happy birthday to you
I am '87, twenty years behind you. Accordingly, I will turn 60 this year, which I plan to commemorate with a 60 mile bike ride.
I am jealous that you attended during the reign of Ara. I had three years of Faust before Lou's first season my senior year.
86 this past Christmas Day and still remember where I used to play; just before light most every day
I was hanging 'round Ops,
......just spending my time
not on the schedule,
......not earning a dime
When a colonel steps up
...... and he says I suppose
you fly a fighter by the cut
......of your clothes.
He figures me right,
......I'm, a good one I say
Do you happen to have me
...... a target today?
He says Yes I do, a real easy one.
......No sweat my boy,
......it's an old time milk run
I gets all excited
......and ask where it's at.
He gives me a wink
......and a tip of his hat
Two-fifty miles away from home drome,
......a sweet little hamlet that's known as
...... Tchepone
REFRAIN
Oh, you'll sure love Tchepone
I get on my G-suit
......and strap on my gun.
Helmet and gloves,
......out the door on the run
Fire up my Phantom
......and take to the air.
Two's tucked in tight
......and we haven't a care.
In forty five minutes
......we're over the town.
From twenty eight thousand
......we're screaming on down.
Arm up the switches
......and dial in the mils.
Rack up the wings,
......and roll in for the kill.
I feel a bit sorry
......for folks down below.
Of destruction that's coming
......they surely don't know.
The thought passes quickly,
......We know a war's on.
On down we scream
......toward peaceful Tchepone.
Unsuspecting, peaceful Tchepone
Release altitude
......and the pipper's not right.
I'll press just a little,
......and lay 'em in tight
I pickle those beauties
......at two point five grand,
I'm starting my pull
......when it all hits the fan
A black puff in front
......and then two off the right,
Six or eight more,
......and I suck it up tight.
There's small arms and tracer
......and heavy ack ack.
It's scattered to broken,
......with all kinds of flack.
I jink hard to left
......and head out for the blue.
My wingman says
......Lead, they're shooting at you!
No Bull, I cry as I point it for home.
Still comes the fire
......from the town of Tchepone.
Dirty, deadly Tchepone
I make it back home
......with six holes in my bird.
With the colonel that sent me
......I'd sure like a word
He's nowhere around
......though I look near and far.
He's gone back to the Wing
......to help run the war.
I've been round this country
......for many a day.
I've seen all the things
......that they're throwing my way.
I know that there's places
...... I don't like to go,
down in the Delta
......and in Tally Ho.
But I'll bet all my flight pay
......the jock ain't been born
Who can keep all his cool
......when he's over Tchepone.
Oh, don't go to Tchepone
Awesome, you are a great American.
Keep posting.
Awesome driver
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Welcome to the 80's!...one of the benefits is getting to tell your favorite stories as often as you
like and still get guffaws from your Peeps ;-)...oh, and don't let Conor mislead you...we can play straight up...you pick the course.
Yet you didn’t tell us how old you are….80’s covers a lot of ground
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Same as ‘67
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I’m 3 years behind you (class of ‘69) but I got decades to go!
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46. Congrats on 80!
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8-0!!! Love it!!!
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c'mon, jakers, fess up. where ya at in this spectrum?
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Happy belated birthday to an American hero. I’m 57…
And a broke down paratrooper. Seems jumping out of perfectly good airplanes catches up to you. Who’d a thunk?
have to admit, i thought about jumping.
but, alas, somebody had to land that sucker.
oh, well. thank you for taking care of that for us!!!
The only thing I hated about airborne operations was flying nap of the earth…
At times I got air sickness. Couldn’t wait to exit the damn aircraft. Be honest, did you guys chuckle knowing the paratroopers were hating life while doing that shit?
no.
i personally did not understand how you could have the courage to do that job. no way i was going to ever be smug or critical. nothing but respect.
I meant it in jest, brother. I always had the utmost respect for the pilots…
You guys always dropped us on target. In my combat jump, the pilots were masterful. They evaded anti-aircraft fire and safely dropped us where they were supposed to. We took some rounds in the aircraft, but they didn’t budge. You guys have balls of steel.
Congrats 67 on turning 80. Impressive! The Beatles wrote a song about my age.
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Link: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=uHyYqoSXztk
thanks, conor. tell ya what....
how about an 18 hole challenge when the weather warms up to my age (±5°). you can give me one stroke for each year of your youthful advantage.
Ok, but no invites to Mark Harmon or Tyrone. Those guys can actually play the game.
Orthopedic surgeons cringe with horror with each of my swings.
Except I'm going in for more ankle surgery tomorrow
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i would think they'd be delighted at the potential source of income!
and i sound like a bowlful of rice krispies even when i'm putting.
I caddied for Charlie Gehringer in 1976. He shot his age.
His up and down game rivaled Tiger’s. But of course, Charlie was a real Tiger.
Charlie was a class act.
$9 loop for me. That was some serious walkin’ around quid back in the day.
Link: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlie_Gehringer
I used to caddy in the mid 70’s at the Upper Montclair CC in north Jersey
A lot of wealthy doctors. Back in the day when doctors took off on Wednesday’s. Two bags for $18-20 plus tip.
how'd you get to do that? and where? fascinating character.
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It was a few weeks before I caddied with an appendicitis.
My Irish taskmaster mom was the original Company Gunny.
The Larkin children always finished the school year with zero sick days.
So a couple weeks after caddying for Charlie, I woke up with a high fever and sharp stomach pains. Mom told me to walk it off.
So I rode my bike to the club, caddied 18 holes, and returned home. Symptoms worsened.
24 hours later, my appendix was removed. Gangrene oozing naturally.
I survived.