{"id":22657,"date":"2018-08-26T12:20:33","date_gmt":"2018-08-26T19:20:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/?p=22657"},"modified":"2018-08-26T12:20:33","modified_gmt":"2018-08-26T19:20:33","slug":"another-nickel-on-the-grass","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/?p=22657","title":{"rendered":"Another Nickel on the Grass"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Throw<\/a>I disagreed with most things John McCain stood for as a politician, but although I consider myself socially progressive I was also a career military officer and that informs a lot of my thinking. If I held public office half my socially progressive brothers and sisters, probably more, would hate my guts. So I try to be understanding.*<\/p>\n

John McCain was a fighter pilot, moreover one who was brutally tested in the service of his country. I admire and respect everything about that. His\u00a0Navy\u00a0aviator brothers\u00a0may have a different tradition, but I’m Air Force,\u00a0so I\u00a0pay him honor across the aisle by throwing a nickel on the grass<\/a>\u00a0at news of his passing.<\/p>\n

Hallelujah, hallelujah,
\nThrow a nickel on the grass, save a fighter pilot\u2019s ass.
\nHallelujah,\u00a0hallelujah,
\nThrow a nickel on the grass and you\u2019ll be saved.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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This morning went by quickly. I was up a little after six. By seven I’d walked the dog and poop-patrolled the back yard. I spent the next 20 minutes catching up with email and news, a heating pad on my right leg and knee to loosen it up for the gym. By nine I was home from Anytime Fitness and hungry. Donna and I rode the motorcycle to Franks & Franciscos<\/a> (don’t blame me, that’s how they punctuate it), a little breakfast place with a degree of local fame, one we unaccountably had never been to before. The photo will give you an\u00a0indication of F&F’s ambience:<\/p>\n

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Another indication is the signboard out front: “Elegant Dining Elsewhere.” Breakfast was very good. They do lunch as well, but breakfast is the main thing. We both liked it and will certainly be back.<\/p>\n

The photo’s shit, and I apologize for that. Don’t know about you, but whipping out a camera and taking pictures of strangers in crowded places seems\u00a0rude\u00a0to me and I don’t like doing it. So I took this shot\u00a0furtively while pretending to\u00a0look something up on my iPhone. In the age of selfies and social media my notions of\u00a0right and wrong\u00a0might strike others as hangups (another area of understanding re McCain).<\/p>\n

Donald Trump and I are about the same age. He doesn’t have any\u00a0hangups. So what’s wrong with me?<\/p>\n

I wore an older Knuckledraggers shirt for this morning’s breakfast run. The old shirt has the dreaded words “motorcycle club” under the Knuckledraggers logo and is thus no longer to be worn in public; a new shirt, I’m told, is on its way. Meanwhile, Donna’s embroidering a Goldwing emblem on another shirt. It wasn’t ready in time for today’s ride or I would have worn it instead. Here’s a short video of a test patch coming together on her embroidery machine:<\/p>\n