Well, I guess that settles that. that sort of settles that.
Either Japanese ancestry or a tour or two in Japan as either a Dependent or as a member of the military. I spent a year there with the Air Force.
That’s what I had to do. I was stationed at a small communications site on the southern island of Kyushu. We didn’t have barracks so we all lived on the local economy. I had to learn spoken Japanese in a hurry. I have a feeling that Bea might have been a military brat or is ex-military that did a tour in Japan.
My wife would try to get me to do a “Naked Snow Dance”. Even though we lived out in the boonies and our nearest neighbour is about a quarter-mile away, I refused to do it. She would the only one getting anything out of such an exhibition.
I, was the step-parent, and what I did was mild in comparison to what she was suggesting under her breath. As I mentioned he had all the required safety equipment. There was no traffic on the streets, the only injury was to his ego.
I got 2-3 inches overnight, but I want MORE!
Yeah, that’s what I get for doing it at 4 in the morning. I got Calvin mixed up with Red.
A little over a year after the rollerblade incident, we moved from the Phoenix, AZ area to the Knoxville, TN area. My wife wanted a puppy for her birthday. So we hit the animal shelters in the area looking for a puppy, preferably a Dachshund. We came across a puppy that was listed as a “German Shepard Mix”. They weren’t sure what he was mixed with but his pads said wolf. We adopted him and my wife named him Critter. Late January of 96 the Knoxville area got hit with a pretty good snowstorm. (Knoxville officially got 14", we were on a ridge outside of Oak Ridge and we got 2 to 3 feet.) Goldy, the Golden Retriever from the rollerblade incident, had never seen snow before and was having a blast porposing through the snow, periodically you see this black and tan head pop up from the trench she was plowing.After that, whenever there were even two flakes of slow, Critter would drag me outside, look at the sky then look at me as if to say, “Well, don’t just stand there, make it snow!”
Video Camera weren’t exactly cheap in ’94 and my wife and I were a pair of struggling artists/writers.
The last panel reminded me of an incident with my stepson and our Golden Retriever. My stepson had been pestering us for a pair of rollerblades. We found a pair of used rollerblades. One day he had been a real pain, surly attitude, smart mouth, the usual 14-year-old stuff. I told him to get his rollerblades on. I put the Golden Retriever on her leash and as he stood up on his rollerblades in the driveway, I handed him the leash and said, “Goldie, Right, GO!” The dog took off at a dead run. My stepson’s look went from brief puzzlement to shock and apprehension as the leash went taut and he was being dragged screaming behind a speeding Golden Retriever.Until she got to the end of the street. That’s when she came to a stop and sat down, as she had been trained to do. Boy Wonder briefly shot past the stationary dog, until he reached the end of the leash and landed on his butt. Once he had regained his feet, I whistled and called the dog back. I’ll give him this, he managed to make the curve back into the driveway and made something of a softish landing on the freshly cut lawn.For the next couple of weeks, whenever he gave me grief, I would just lean in and ask him he wanted Goldie to take him for a drag, and he would shut up.I miss her.