(Ed. note: Carborundum is BillT's chief Guardian Angel, who occasionally provides an ... alternate perspective of events)
Not content with getting *himself* in trouble, now Tuttle has to spread the joy around. That went over like an end-stage bean burrito in a Bradley with the malaika (local GAs). They are a tough bunch -- well, they have to be. But now some Ameriki has taught their humans about helicopters and they are crying into their mint tea. I did my best to cheer them up but I couldn't lie to them. They aren't dumb, they see the scars. The missing feathers. The meds. Pookie the therapy bear.
And there he goes again. "Minor booms around, but nothing close," he says. Yer welcome, you damn bomb magnet. They *would* have been close, but Desiderata is getting really good with the "oo shiny!" distractions that make you wander out of the blast zone. Which is why you have so many interesting photos. Unfortunately you like to get "the perfect shot" which ALWAYS seems to involve
a) standing in the middle of the road
b) dangling from non-structural elements,
c) ignoring oncoming, limited-visibility, LARGE tracked vehicles,
d) all of the above.
Why can't you collect stamps?
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