Newsflash! God hates me!

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So that was an odd, out-of-the-blue comment on my Twitter feed recently.  It was in response to posts I’d made back in November regarding the LGBT contingent in Porterville’s Veteran’s Day Parade.  JewishBoy must have been trolling old commentary looking for ways to spread the good word.

Here’s how the entire conversation went:

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Holiday Beefcake

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hiking_buddy

I’d hike the Appalachian Trail with this guy, any day.

A Ghost of Christmas Past

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Christmas time in dispatch, circa 2001.  I’m in my early 40’s here.  10-4

Monday: Geek attire arrives

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science_doesnt_care

Arrived in today’s mail.  Science doesn’t care. Reality is what is real, not what we want to be real.

Beefcake, interstellar

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Eta Carinae and the Expanding Homunculus Nebula (2014 Dec 02)

Eta Carinae and the Expanding Homunculus Nebula, 7,500 to 8,000 light years from Earth.  NASA

Beefcake

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Just because.

Staring at the past

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Jimmie Reeves (Sr.) USAF circa 1957

I was thinking, earlier, about writing an entry for my Alternating Currents blog, about Veterans Day. At first, I was contemplating a short piece about the veteran closest to me, my father, Jim Reeves (Sr.). As I thought about what I might write, and how I might talk about his time in the United States Air Force, it became increasingly difficult to find the “hook” I needed. Dad was in the Air Force for eight years, serving at bases in El Paso, Texas; Atwater, California; Tacoma, Washington; and South Korea. Serving after the Korean “police action”, but before the Vietnam war, the only “action” he saw was paperwork moving across his desk as he worked administrative duties in the Strategic Air Command’s efforts to counter the threat of the Soviet Union. How then to comment on his years of service without diminishing or inflating his contributions, or those of other veterans who sacrificed so much more than he did?

As I stared at this picture of my father, barely 19 years old, I started thinking how little I actually know about him.  An ever present part of my life until his death in 2006, I find it remarkable how poorly I know him as a person.

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