I tried not to lean against anything. Leaning, I Feared, would give the wrong impression. It could seem too casual. Sitting was also not an option. I also did my level best not to make eye contact. This was harder than it sounds. When you are surrounded by people with dentition that resembles broken picket fences and forearms adorned with jail house style tattoos (some apparently made by carving shapes into the skin then pouring India ink into the wound) it's very difficult to look anywhere other than their eyes. Fear causes this. He seemed to bring back his memories in full color HD detail in my mind. A lot of those stories are fleeting at best, I am sure he added in his own little exaggerated touches but back then it didn't matter. That is what Deer Camp stories did for me in D&DH magazine in the off season too. My Dad used to call my grandfather a bullshitter and never fully understood that till after growing up and experiencing life for myself. I think this life needs bullshitters to carry on that tradition of deer hunting we have all come to love.

According to statistics, the average household income in 1970 was $8,734 and it rose to $16,461 in 1979. The unemployment rate was 3.5% in 1970 and up and down all decade landing at 8.5% in 1979. Heart disease was and still is the leading cause of death. Also, Aids and HIV was discovered in the seventies. There were many major medical break throughs in the 1970's. One of the most noted being the completion of the MRI scan in 1977. My mother recalls having medical insurance and being able to get a tooth pulled at the dentist for $15.00. you could try this out It's no secret that Jay Leno beat out David Letterman when it was time for NBC to replace the retiring Johnny Carson in 1992. But, did you know since the six foot tall comedian started hosting "The Tonight Show" that he rarely takes a day off? One of his many cars can most always be seen parked in his reserved "#1" parking place at the NBC Studio in Burbank. And, on top of doing the show, Jay Leno still manages to perform more than 150 standup comedy gigs a year. In 1970 my husband bought a Dodge R/T for $5000. The price of the car was usually a bit less, but this particular car had all the bells and whistles needed to be a true Muscle Car. If kept in mint condition this car would now be worth approximately $50,000. He was young and foolish though; blew up the engine, and just trashed the car. To this day, the thought of his youthful waste makes him kind of sick. But there is certainly good news for those who just have no idea where to celebrate the holidays. You see, the Auburn Cord Duesenberg Museum is actually inviting everybody for a big event. The event is to actually celebrate the arrival of the new year, 2007. Come the last day of this year, 31st of December, there would be a celebration and an event which the museum dubbed as "A Classic New Year's Eve". No, the museum is not going to give away some of their cars or even some of the Custom buy vac truck parts at the very least. It is perhaps a way of saying thank you to all those auto lovers and to all of the public who has wholeheartedly supported the auto museum through the year. To digress a bit, I need to tell you that Sgt. Grace lied. First, the language I was assigned to study was Vietnamese. Second, after going through the 101st Airborne Division's jungle combat school in Phan Rang, I was assigned to the 1st Brigade, a reactionary unit. I joined them in Dak To, and early the next morning was flown out to join an artillery battery in what was called "Operation Eagle Bait". Didn't take long to find out we were the bait, and Charlie was the eagle. The objective was to tempt the Viet Cong into attacking us, then bring in an assault wave of Huey's loaded with infantry, and wipe the enemy out. What I quickly discovered is that there is nothing in the world comparable to the first night you are brought out of a deep sleep by M-60 machine gun fire. I resumed my mission and approached the Shadow Bar. Shadow Bar is an unusual name that had nothing to do with the building itself. The walls were bright, white stucco with the front of the one-story building evenly divided by a massive black door with a small glass window centered about five feet up from the sidewalk. The few windows in the building were covered with shades and draperies that allowed no glimpse of what was happening inside. See, when my dad had his injury, all of the resentment, rage and shame I was feeling as a full time nanny, just melted away. When I see my dad taking steps with shaking knees, just like my granddaughter, I know that God has given me a great job. I am an angel, who teaches the art of walking in the face of fear.