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This photo of Sabrina just about says it all. The kitchen window faces southwest so we gets us some afternoon sun.

Me, I haven’t been up to much lately. Mostly just lazing around the house. And trying to look busy so Mrs Myron won’t try to find me a project. I have been baking a bit of bread with my new bread machine thingy. I found a rissipy for honey wheat that was okay but needs some fine tuning. I’ll post it when I get it to my liking.

I still need to make some jam in it just because I can. Looks easy enough but I really wish I could find a recipe for orange marmalade that I could use in the machine. I can eat me some marmalade on toast.

And just for grins here’s Sabrina. I submitted it to I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER so let’s see if it gets posted there.

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This is a photo from the Houston event last year. You can see more photos from Houston here.

Canstruction is a very unique food charity. A foundation of the Society for Design Administration (SDA), Canstruction® is a design/build competition currently held in cities throughout North America.  Teams of architects, engineers, and students mentored by these professionals, compete to design and build giant structures made entirely from full cans of food.  You can visit their website here and see if they have an event in your city. And view some amazing structures made entirely of cans of food.

Navy cooks are multi-talented dudes. This is from The Navy Newsstand – Eye on the Fleet. A very interesting site. To me, anyway. But then, I’m an old squid, huh?
080106-N-3385W-035 KHOST, Afghanistan (Jan. 6, 2008) Culinary Specialist 1st Class Oliver Puckyk, an Individual Augmentee (IA) Sailor attached to Provincial Reconstruction Team Khost, sets the head space and timing on the .50-cal machine gun prior to a recent convoy to conduct quality assurance of road construction in and around Kst province. U.S. Navy photo by Ensign Christopher Weis (Released)

Please welcome our new granddaiughter Kristen Brianne who arrived on the scene this morning at 9:02. Can’t wait to get my grubby old paws on her. Our travels are somewhat limited now but we’ll probably get there this weekend. And Christmas. Granny’s got some spoilin’ to do. And Gramps too.

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 Brother Kellen and sister Katherine are happy to have her in the family.

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And that’s my baby boy Kelly holding his baby boy Kaden. And baby daughter in law Amy. She’s the only one in that family whose name doesn’t start with a K. Well, Kelly’s first name is actually Myron but Mrs Myron never liked it so he grew up as Kelly.

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Don’t worry kids. Granny and gramps will be there soon.

 

After 7 or 8 weeks at sea on an old diesel, a sailor was kinda thirsty. Left to right it’s James Haase, James Kelly, me, and Ronnie “Buddha” Stout. We were in Sasebo, Japan. We had to wear uniforms instead of civvies while on liberty in Sasebo. This was in the summer of ‘59, shortly after that northern run I mentioned below.

 

My ’stache did turn into a handlebar before we returned to Pearl. We used torpedo sealing wax to curl the ends up with. Don’t have a photo of that, though.

 

Check out that bottle of Asahi. Damn that was good stuff. It cost anywhere from 75 to 225 yen a bottle. If you were in a submarine bar it was high. The further away from the submarine hangouts you got, the cheaper it got. And the official exchange rate for us was 360 yen for $1. The value of the yen actually floated and was usually between 400 and 450 to one at that time. The US gummint held the exchange rate done for the military as a way to help control inflation. That’s what they told us anyway.

A sub vet friend of mine made a comment on another blog about the beard contests we would have when we made a long run. Below is a photo taken in Aug, 1959 when we were up there snooping around where they didn’t want us. And no, I’m not in it. Couldn’t grow a decent beard at the ripe old age of 20. Had a great ’stache though. Have to see if I can find a photo. Now that the Navy has de-classified the patrol reports from 1946 – 1963 I have ordered the ones for BREAM and I’ll post them when I get them. Since they are de-classified, I guess we can talk about them now.

One thing I’ll always remember from this patrol was not being able to snorkel for about 2 days. Yep, they knew we were there. I remember sitting in the engine room, listening to the screws of the Russian destroyer and thinking how proud I was to be serving with our WWII vets. After all, they had all gone through a lot worse than a little bump and run.

There are at least 5 WWII vets in the photo. The fellow in the center bottom row is George Comstock. He was the exec. He was a mustang WWII vet who was a signalman on TIRANTE when George Street was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor. He and several others in the photo are on their Final Patrol.

I’ve been workin’ my fingers to the bone getting captions and summaries but they’re done. I may add a few but I’ll let you know if I do. Click the image below to go to the album. And there are no captions in any of the other albums I’ve started


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