We left our house in Fort Sill after my dad graduated from the advanced artillery school there and we moved to Carlisle where my mother's parents lived and we lived in a tiny row house my dad bought for us to live in while he fought in Vietnam and then he came home and we moved to Leavenworth where he went to the Command and General Staff school with nobodies like Colin Powell and where we (me, my sister and my little brother) would gather at the top of the basement stairs to look up at dad standing in the back door of our house standing there with one leg kicked up against the door with a beer in his hand watching for tornadoes when the tornado sirens sounded.
Those F****sticks in New England, New York, California don't have any idea. Saw this on timewaster tonight. It brought back some memories.
I went to an Amish dinner a couple years ago and they serve amazing dinners that are for us that live and are not Amish. It was, as usual, a wonderful dinner. I'm almost garrulous and was blathering. Every single one of the 3 families sitting across and to my left said, "wait" "You lived in Leavenworth, where?" 401 Spruce St and they turned out to be my neighbors. The world is much smaller than you think.