The Current Object Of My Affection

I think I’ve finally decided on a cruising yacht. Dana and I are are planning to take an extended cruise in 2008, and this is just the boat to do it.

Try to imagine it without the roller furling main. And with maybe a pirate flag on the backstay. First person to guess the boat type wins a kewpie doll.

Dear Dad

Dear Dad,

I took my kids to the A&M game yesterday.

We arrived early and ate at the MSC. I remember you taking me to eat at the same cafeteria when I was at school there. I remember being grateful to get a free meal. I remember you used to talk about the football team; ask me how my grades were; ask me if I needed any money.

Saturday was also Veteran’s day. The massive video board, inside the stadium, showed Aggies, serving in Afghanistan or Iraq, saying hello to their families. Sometimes they just said, “Gig’em Aggies.” Many Aggie veterans were honored before and during the game. Michael Fossom was at the game. First Aggie in space. Cool, huh?

I remember that you served in the Army. I don’t remember ever thanking you for that. Thank you.

They showed highlights of past games on the video board. The showed the 1998 Big 12 championship game. I remember watching that game with you in the hospital. I remember we won.

4 A10 Warthogs over flew the stadium during the playing of the national anthem. Tank killers. Sinister death machines. Awesome. Just awesome. Still gives me chills when I think about it.

I’ve forgotten how loud that stadium gets. The student section was en fuego. When the Aggies were on defense, the crown noise was ear-splitting. Ground shaking. Mind numbing. Yet when the Aggies were on offense, nothing. Crickets. Nothing. The 12^th man was there. In force. You would have been proud.

The football team was outscored on Saturday by Nebraska, 27-28. After coming back to take the lead, late in the 4^th quarter, we gave up a last second touchdown pass to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

Sam was pretty torn up. He didn’t speak for about an hour after the game. And he’s still mad at Michael Goodson for running out of bounds, when the Aggies were trying to run out the clock, before the last Nebraska touchdown. He cares a great deal about these things. He’s a very serious boy.

Chelsea will be making some kind of decision, soon, about where she wants to go to college. I’m not sure where she’ll choose. But she could do worse than go to the same school that we did.

See ya Dad. We all miss you.

Help

I usually avoid politics on Bethancourt World. I’ve got pacifist friends who would kick my a## if I revealed much about my political leanings. But I just cannot resist posting the picture below. From a friend of a friend.

The subtitle is the best part. It reads as follows:

Take note, Sen. Kerry. This is called a well executed joke. I guess you could learn a thing or two from the people “stuck in Iraq”.