Last night the Thinker and the Stallion each had a high-school friend over for dinner. The Stallion's friend Keith has just joined the Army and will be shipping out to Iraq next month. Good Lord, he's just a baby! It seems like only yesterday he was a hyperactive twelve-year-old. The Stallion was surprised when Keith joined up because he'd always been sort of a bookish theater type, but he seemed happy, throwing around military acronyms, telling stories about moneymaking schemes involving
MREs and the unofficial taxi service he's got going, and talking scat about the other branches of the service.
I love hearing a train in the middle of the night.
Current Music: train whistles in the distance