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Yes, it brings nations together!Well, pizza is a common language...
You have an amusing wit about your posts, always a pertinent take on different views. Great to have you in The Lounge. (Don't post after alcohol, instead, save it, go back to it the next day and you will probably delete it.) The voice of experience.I was born in 1946, which means, in theory, I'm close to retiring but I have my doubts. My wife teaches school. We met doing Scottish dancing and I was married in a kilt.
I suppose it is time to properly introduce myself now that I've made a few contributions of dubious value to the forum.
I am from West Virginia, now living in Northern Virginia. I used to joke that where I'm from, people either grew up, got married and built a house directly behind their parents house or moved to Texas, either literally or figuratively. I left and moved away, which is the same thing my father had done 30 years earlier. He was from Southwest Virginia, more or less.
Well, it so happens that I wound up marrying a girl who claims she was the youngest in her family to get married (at 26). She was a local girl, too, having been born in the same hospital in D.C. that her father was born in. We were married almost across the street. And her parents built a house directly behind her grandparents house.
I have all sorts of interests and little money to pursue any of them but I got most of the serious stuff out of the way years ago, before I got married. I was in Germany while I was in the army, as was my son (before he went to Iraq) and my father (as a POW). We all took our training at Ft. Knox. My son was stationed in the same town where Elvis was stationed. I also have a daughter who also was in Germany for two years.
I was born in 1946, which means, in theory, I'm close to retiring but I have my doubts. My wife teaches school. We met doing Scottish dancing and I was married in a kilt.
I can't really think of anything else that anyone would care to know about me that I'm willing to share in the absence of alcohol.
The town in Germany where Elvis was stationed was Friedberg, which has a couple of statues of him. He was in the 3rd Armored Division, 1/32 Armor. When my son was there, it was the 1st Armored Division but his unit was actually in the nearby town of Giessen. Nobody left there now, I understand.
Oh, you have to strike when the iron is hot, so to say.
My wife's sister and husband were sent to Germany for a few years (three, I think) and lived in Stuttgart. My wife said now we have an excuse to go to Germany!
We went to the U.K.
Then my daughter and her husband were sent to Germany for three years, although between his being away for training and deployment, she was only there for about two years herself. They were in a little village not too far from Bitburg but the closest large town was Trier. I was stationed in Augsburg.
The biggest thing I didn't like about England was that I couldn't understand anyone. That problem disappeared when we got to Scotland and we never had that problem in Germany.
Hello, I'm new to the forum but have been lurking for a while. I've been wearing brimmed hats since I was about 7. I tend to like old things- my many hobbies include reading, ogling classic cars, model kits, collecting old books, vinyl, ties, and now hats.