Hea… I know that song

It’s warmed up, it’s now 2 below which is much better than 10 below, I know this because I was out there. When it’s sub-zero and I find outside, couple of items are never far away, one funny… one not funny at all. Ralphe’s lil brother

Translation:
Get outside and stay in the county!

dressing like that, sorta and somewhat, when you come crawling back into the house, I had cracked some ribs, expecting sympathy and nurturing, I was whacked uplong side the head. ” I told you to stay off the lake, take your stuff off I’ll get an ace bandage” . What’s a doctor going to do, have you take your stuff off, wrap an bandage on you then bill you. I didn’t tell her what I was doing down there with a rope and a meat hook, the kind of hook one hangs a side of beef with. I was practicing my climbing ( learning at the school of hard knocks ). She probably have killed me if told her that. Anyways, out in such weather, the Frozen Chosin comes to mind out there.

Some words

“I would never have believed that you could live on the ground at 40 (degrees) below zero. you would sleep on one side until it froze, and then you would turn on the other side and rub it.”

70 years later, the cold of ‘frozen Chosin’ Reservoir still haunts Army vet

I can stick my hand in ice water wearing beaver mitts, I’ll stay warm and dry, while doing what I’m doing, thoughts of Forzen Chosin’s Marines & those Army dogs come to mind. Came in for a coffee and do my daily report on the Milvets, I turned on the radio…. imagine that eh, an old radio playing oldies

that’s some funny right there

I knew the song, what I didn’t know about Ferlin Husky had met a veteran of the Merchant Marines while working in St. Louis in the early 1940s, and after Pearl Harbor, he rushed to enlist. On D-Day he served as a volunteer gunner on a troop ship off the beach at Cherbourg, France.

We get a lot of tourists during tourist season, not alike the hoards in the film JAWS why do they come

something I’ve asked many times. Could be they are looking for something that’s been lost

“It’s an edgy place. I mean, in the sense that it still hangs on out there like a rawhide flap of the old frontier, outposted from the swirl of mainstream America.
—- John G. Mitchell, Audubon Magazine, November 1981