Me in an oversized suit at the cenotaph to my guitar hero Johnny Ramone at Hollywood Forever cemetery.
The car rental company gave us a shiny black Camaro to drive which I thought was appropriate.
Hollywood, California (2012)
South Lake Tahoe, California (2012)
This is another inside view of that dark, quiet, and slightly seedy Best Western we stayed in.
The Station House Inn.
Loved that place.
Fort Bragg, North Carolina (1996)
Me and my former best friend, Chris.
This is what’s called a Hollywood Jump as it was during daylight hours, there were limited paratroopers jumping, and we’re not dragging a heavy rucksack between our legs.
I was the “Operations Specialist” in charge of making up the jump manifests and had two slots for a “Fun Jump,” so I put both of us down.
I tried get the two of us another easy jump a few weeks later. Unfortunately, the hilarious Puerto Rican Company First Sergeant saw what was going on, stepped in, and said, “Hay-ell to da fucking NO, Jay Bobb.”
Chris was going to be Best Man at my wedding but he was deployed to Afghanistan at the time so Pope graciously and capably stepped in.
Chris and I had a lot of good times.
Still Valid
“Each of you, for himself, by himself and on his own responsibility, must speak.
And it is a solemn and weighty responsibility, and not lightly to be flung aside at the bullying of pulpit, press, government, or the empty catch-phrases of politicians.
Each must for himself alone decide what is right and what is wrong, and which course is patriotic and which isn’t. You cannot shirk this and be a man.
To decide it against your convictions is to be an unqualified and inexcusable traitor, both to yourself and to your country, let men label you as they may.
If you alone of all the nation shall decide one way, and that way be the right way according to your convictions of the right, you have done your duty by yourself and by your country – hold up your head! You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
– Samuel Clemens
Song Of Ajax 