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The Detoured Commute…

It’s not every day that I make commentary on my commute. Now that I think about it, I’m don’t think I have ever written about it. Probably because it’s boring and I zone out through most of it and has nothing to do with me checking my Facebook, texting or taking selfies.

Nope, nothing to do with that at all. That’s dangerous. You shouldn’t do it.

Anywho… today seems to be the day I join the huddled masses in complaining about my commute, because this morning, all those years of the most absolutely boring drive ever, I believe the lords of the traffic lanes decided to conspire together and create for me the calamity that I got to experience today.

To start, let me just say, I am in one piece and my truck is fine (All hail the truck!). I put that out there for anyone who did not realize that because you are reading this, that I wrote this, and writing post-mortem is kind of a trick I don’t think most of us have learned. Yeah, unless of course I’m lying, which I’m not… but how do you know? (insert spooky eerie noise here). Continue reading The Detoured Commute…

Where the Heart Is…

home_heartI’ve travelled the world and I have seen the sights, from Christmas morning sunrise over the Sinai Peninsula to a sunset in the Atlantic Ocean mostly blocked by the hurricane we were in the middle of. I have traversed the Suez Canal 4 times, with barely an inch of give or take on either side and I stood on the O-2 level of the USS Stark in the second lock of the Panama Canal where I re-enlisted. I have seen the oily black skies of Iraq, the Straits of Hormuz, the Indian Ocean and the Red Sea and have sailed around Cape Horn. I have jumpe Continue reading Where the Heart Is…

I joined the Navy when I was 18 and over the next four years got to see more of the world then I really ever wanted. Call me short-sighted, call me narrow-minded, call me non adventurous, call me a homebody… but I just don’t like traveling. At least, not anymore.

You see, in that four years I got to see Portugal, Spain, Palma de Mallorca, Italy, Sardinia, Algeria, Tunisia, Egypt, Djibouti, Israel, Turkey, Greece, the Sinai Peninsula, Kuwait, Iraq, The Suez Canal, most of the Caribbean, Venezuela, Colombia, Peru, Panama, the Panama Canal, Ecuador, Chile, Argentina, Uruguay, Brazil and I’m pretty sure I left off a few places…

I even got to see a few cities in the U.S. in that time frame too.

I’ve seen some of the most beautiful water you could ever imagine, sailed in some of the worst seas that I hope never to revisit, did some of the craziest (stupid) things I still can’t quite believe I did, and saw things that will be with me for the rest of my life.

But for all the photos I have, and for all the fun that I enjoyed, for all the memories that were made…nothing was ever like home. Watching our home port grow larger as we pulled in from being underway, manning the rail and scanning the crowd for my family, rushing into the arms of my wife (ok, she rushed, I was military and manly and.. didn’t cry at all.. nope), feeling complete again and that somehow that moment made the last 6 months worth it.

Yeah… home.

I’d be ok if I never had to leave her again.

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No, Thanks.”