School kids in the military are no different than other kids. So Jack Jr. and a couple boys figured it would be fun if they rigged the door to their class room with a smoke bomb. When the teacher opened the door the next day he set off a green smoke bomb.
Embarrassing? Yes! Jack was grounded for life. Well, we all got over that. That was one big bump.
Santa at the MOto Cross track
Remember the tinsel Christmas trees?
Son Mark (above on the left) had the worse timing. He was sick several Christmases.
Our taxi in and out of GITMO and below the boys inside our last home in GITMO.
Outside our last house on Gitmo.
All the married guys knew this feeling. I caught this guy when he met his wife coming aboard GITMO after his long wait for housing. What a feeling.
Clowning by the president of the Moto Cross Club before giving out trophies
My main man Wayne Hodge, He worked for me in Gitmo, and when I got to a paygrade I could request someone to worked for me, he is the one I asked for. Good guy Wayne Hodge.
Below, Sherry with Les and Gail Maifield, still friends (Christmas cards with family updates)
One never knew what to expect on the roads in Gitmo.
And yes, there was the BARREL BOAT.
Let me tell you my sad story!!!
I was on a men’s bowling league with a couple of the guys that shared ownership of the Red Snapper (the barrel boat). We were bowling late the night before Thanksgiving. I had invited several guys out for Thanksgiving dinner. As I was leaving Sherry asked me to Turn the oven off at midnight when I got in, the turkey would be done by then.
During the league bowling Chief Pierce mentioned going to Leeward point to pick up a friend who was having dinner with them the next day. The ferries did not run after 9pm. So the idea of the Red Snapper came up. So we all headed for the boat. I forgot all about the turkey.
I got home at 4am, and smelled Turkey when I opened the door. OH LORDY, IT IS BURNED AND I AM IN TROUBLE.
Sherry made a nice Thanksgiving meal for the troops. She was very pleasant and sweet to everyone (‘cept me, the one in the dog house). She was more burned than the Turkey, and I knew she had every right to be. I apologized at least 10,213 times. Begged forgiveness, and she did forgive me (after a year of so). But it was no fun being me for awhile, let me tell you!
But as always, she did forgive, I do have a winner, and I know it. Even today there are times I am wrong, and know it. She is still sweet.
Now, I think that is the worst I have ever messed up, but that was bad enough, and I am still sorry for such a stupid thing.
Thanks for stopping by the log and sharing our time in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.
I don’t know about you, but I have done some things I wish I could undo.