Some guy named Noah came around today. Was pitching an idea and looking for backing in a ship building project, I may look into it with the up coming forecasts.

Fast/Yielding for Wednesday, race 4 off the turf.

Walking the streets in the morning under rainy conditions for the paper, smokes, and groceries brings joy to my heart. Old Marines truly enjoy being wet and miserable. Dry socks and feet are something we don't handle well.

I remember the new jungle boots they gave us in 1968. They had "eyelets" down low to let water out. The dumbest Marine private that ever walked understood immediately that the eyelets would only permit water to get in.

Everybody wanted to kill the fat civilian 4-F rat bastard that designed those boots.