Ain't That a Kick in The Head

Learning curve as you age:

We realize our true inner happiness does not come from
the material things of this world we start to realize that when we have friends and family with  whom we can chat, laugh, talk, sing, talk about north-south-east-west or heaven and earth -- that is
true happiness!

So for today…..

Dean Martin once recorded a song, probably one of those fillers on the ‘flip-side’ of a hit record. It was, “Ain’t that a Kick in the Head?”

(first verse lyrics)

How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her and she kissed me
Like the fella once said
"Ain't that a kick in the head?"

Since I love a good KISS, that must mean ‘good’. So today was a traveling day, to me that is always, “A kick in the head.”  However as we were getting ready to leave the phone rang. The Ranger was calling to ask if we were heading south. YES! I wanted to let you know that the CBBT is closed. Wind is too high. OUCH. but YES we can stay another night no charge. She gave Sherry the Phone # to check.  In the mean time I suggested we head that way and if we had to, spend the night in the huge parking lot they use when the bridge closes.
Sherry called the # and the manager on the other end said it was now open but that could change in 5 minutes. WE thanked the ranger for the heads up and concern, but we were going to live on the edge and head south.
It was open, and I got lost only once in Norfolk, pretty good for me. LOL


We are spending the night in a small place in North Carolina called Advance.

 When Sherry told Jack Jr. on the phone we were spending the night in Ad-vance’, he corrected her.

“Mama you will be spending the night in ADD’ vance. If you are buying car parts at the store spelled the same as the town you are at Ad-vance’. But the locals pronounce it ADD’-vance.  I just want you to fit in mama.”  He said laughing.

That is son #1. When I received orders to a town in Mississippi, I Told Sherry we were going to Biloxi. I pronounced it Bi-LOCK-see. Once we arrived we learned it is pronounced Bull-luck-see.

             (Cute little fellow, wasn't he?)

Anyway this trip is bringing us to our home base, on the boy’s 59^th birthday. He was born at Biloxi in the Keesler AFB Hospital. 

(This is Birthday son with his latest grandlove and mama Sherry)

We plan a family dinner at the Long Horn in Gastonia to celebrate two birthdays: Jack Jr at 59 and grandson Matt Dillon’s 25^th.  It is hard to believe we have a son soon to draw Social Security!

             (Birthday boy, Matt Dillon Darnell and Addie Darnell)

WOW, Sherry is getting old, but she doesn’t look it. I still see that 17 year old girl with a long dark wavy hair and that cute grin.

NOW…… Ain’t that a kick in the head!

Nite Shipslog

Sherry just a little while before JJ was born, That is our 1953 Plymouth.