Over the years I planted and watched eleven different lemon trees die…as the neighbor’s lemon tree grew to be a problem and they cut it down…Duh!… I planted the twelfth tree on my side of the fence near where their lemon tree grew….It’s been Lemon city ever since…
We used to go hunting in a town where there was only one telephone with a line out of the valley…It was on a pay phone on Main StreetThere were restaurants and two bars and motels for the hunters however……
I seventh and eighth grade the “board of Education” was a six by eighteen inch piece of 1/2 plywood applied by an ex- Marine veteran of Guadalcanal who also taught us there is “No Such Word” as “cant”…One of the best friends I ever had..I got my share … and deserved every bit of it….Thanks, Frank…
Lengua taco’s are great…Diced lengua, diced onions, chopped cilantro, green salsa , on a good tortilladrizzled with the juice from the stock pot, lime juice..And a well chilled Pacifico, refried Beans, all served by your wife fromMazatlan and your’e SET!….
Does that mean if I went back to Sasebo – I have a 10% chance of finding an old love?…
A lot of old seventh Fleet Sailors would like to know…