DocWard

It's happened a few times in the past, but when it happened today, I thought of this thread. I was working with a Vietnam veteran today, and he asked me if I had served in Vietnam also. I thought to myself, "No, not by nearly two decades." I kind of laughed and said it was a bit before my time, but being an Army Reservist at the time, I was called to active duty for Desert Storm and then as a National Guard member, served in OIF/OEF. I wonder if it's the white in my goatee...

^ What he said

I will admit to watching the whole thing and finding it interesting, despite not baking anything if I can avoid it.

"The only people who aren't making mistakes aren't doing anything." -My dad, probably five minutes before giving me grief over making a mistake. "There is no situation so bad that I can't make it worse entirely through my own actions." - Me.

I've had more than a few people, mostly between the ages of, say, 14 and 24 say I look like Tom Hanks. I don't, especially now, but it has become a running joke in my family.

Sad news indeed. Deepest condolences to his family and friends.

RIP, Wagon Master Duke. My condolences to family and friends.

Put me down as either-or. I have one of each. I enjoy shooting both.

You're right, but I think he can still set the example of not chasing fame and more money than you need in favor of family.

I for one don't. Yes, much of it has to do with the placement-low on the back of the head vs. high up on the head. A ponytail will hang loose while a man-bun often gets curled up into a, well, a bun. Then you have the types who wear them. I've seen everyone from aging hippies to rednecks to older veterans wearing ponytails. Generally people who have their own sense of style, such as it is. Meanwhile, the bun crowd seems to be younger, hipsterish in many cases and trying to fit a certain style sense. That's just my two cents worth, though.

OK, I must admit I read "Derailed this thread is" in Yoda's voice.

A thread went on a tangent here? I'm shocked! Shocked I say!

If I were to send that card, people who know me would be mightily confused.

Through the ceiling?

I will admit I'm not much of a hugger, except the occasional hug from family and close friends. People I served in the military with for any period of time, along with brothers from my fraternity when I was in college qualify as "family," as far as I am concerned. Having said that, I can think of a few times I've been hugged by men that were neither family nor friends, and I returned the hug. One was as an assistant prosecutor, I fought to have the child of an addict who knew he was incapable of providing for the child placed with his older sister instead of being placed in permanent custody of children services to be placed for adoption. The Guardian ad Litem wanted CSB to have permanent custody. When the judge reached a decision and placed the child with the aunt, the father broke down in tears and hugged me, thanking me. Much to the amusement of the judge and the bailiff, the father happened to be a black man well over 6' in height. The second time I can think of was when I gave, on behalf of our office, a certificate for a full Thanksgiving dinner for a family to a veteran who was in dire financial straits. Again, tears were shed along with the hug. Finally, I did acquiesce to hugs from Kuwaiti counterparts and nationals when I was deployed there because I knew it was part of the culture. Was I uncomfortable? Yep. But did I die? Nope. I do believe if someone I don't know were to attempt to hug me with the "I'm a hugger" line, I would be inclined to follow @Pat Riot's lead and do all within my power to politely avoid it. To me, it is more rude to attempt to insist that someone who is uncomfortable engage in a hug, than it is for the person who is uncomfortable to attempt to avoid the hug.

Just ask my kids!

As a former Army medic, I will neither confirm nor deny the above. However, for those without access to IVs, Gatorade or other fluid and electrolyte replacement drinks are a tremendous help.

I will keep him in my thoughts and meditations.

In a word, "WHY??????"

Maybe

It's Burrrrrrrrrrrrtttt.

Rest in peace, Chuck.

As a wise friend of mine once said, "I don't care how hot she is, somewhere, someone is sick of her... stuff." (No, he didn't say "stuff.")

I read parts of it were found in Medina County