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God supercharged the Leader of the Free World at Butler...

Remember God's admonition of Jonah...

 ...and giving Jonah a second chance.


God's P.S. -


...and the animals.

Now God gives us a second chance...


President Trump's epiphany at Butler provided the energy to be everywhere and engaging conservatives -


 by the thousands.


And tens of thousands...

The first President of the United States to attend the Super Bowl.


Didn't know that...


This Warrior for God provided a mouth cleansing I desperately needed.


You know - the bitter stimulation of the facial nerve, via the chorda tympani, elicited by the 'orange juice after brushing  your teeth' taste...


...left by those New Year's Day images of the carnage rendered by a rampaging Prince of Persia demon.


Those images provided by a Demoncrat sympathizer threatened to overpower decades-old memories of Mardi Gras parades -  great and proud moments as part of the UTC ROTC Color Guard providing transport of Old Glory down Canal Street on multiple occasions.


With all due respect to Jonah's enlightening of Nineveh, and that was, indeed, memorable...


Yes, Martha, especially for the animals...


...President Trump is reaching millions.


His thunderous reception in New Orleans have left rejuvenated images of the French Quarter.


And yes, Martha, beautiful images of a renewed patriotism.





Over a hundred thousand at the Daytona 500...

As well as millions who viewed this man on a number of platforms worldwide...


This 'USA first' agenda seems to be catching fire.


God and country...








My first of two memorable visits to Daytona...

High school fraternity, summer of 1971- and I didn't know you could do that...

 Since I was five years old, I have enjoyed that unique breeze and the wonderful aromas that emanate from an ocean beach.


Carolina Beach was enjoyed, not only as a young boy, but also as a newlywed in 1975, thanks to the generosity of my beautiful Aunt Faye and Manly Man Uncle Bobby Taylor.


Honeymoon trip and the magnificent 


Biltmore Estate


en route to Carolina Beach,

and spending my wedding night in a well-appointed seaside home owned by my aunt and uncle.


A most remarkable family and most loved by ours...


Other beaches I have visited in North Carolina, Alabama, Florida and Hawaii all share those wonderful stimuli as well as the 'not-for-cars' restriction.


This visit to the Atlantic side of Florida did, in fact, provide the opportunity to drive a beautiful 1969 Camaro, top down, along the beach.


Sweet...



A beauty like this one...


I travelled with a friend and fellow Phi Sigma Chi brother, Kenny Dooley, to this beautiful beach.  Kenny was an excellent athlete; his play on the diamond was much admired.  Fleet of foot, he excelled in football, also.


His brother, Jerry, was a popular local DJ who organized this Daytona adventure.  


As I reflect, Jerry Dooley was another DJ who had that broad smile and endeared himself to those around him; Rick Dees is in that category.


So many years removed, I can still vividly remember that Banty Rooster raging to get out as I slowly, with traffic, navigated beautiful sand, ocean and


many, many bikini clad ladies.



There were four of us on this trip;  Jerry's generosity will never be forgotten by each of us who had the good fortune to have driven that beautiful Camaro.


That gorgeous means of conveyance provided a quite unique tour of a truly remarkable beach...


Thanks, again, to a DJ in Columbia, TN, who commanded so much love from the whole community...


Another beauty was from Fort Wayne, Indiana...

Another beauty was from Fort Wayne, Indiana...

Oh my...

Bike Week Daytona 1983 and Fast Freddie...

Team Honda - #19 was feared and respected...

 Fast Freddie Spencer continued his battle with Eddie Lawson and his Kawasaki with a scaled-down Honda in 1983...


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freddie_Spencer



...scaled down from the 1100 F this young captain was riding.

Team Kawasaki

 Eddie Lawson

Team Yamaha

Kenny Roberts

The Southpaw from Florida - my Frisbee Golf foe...

Captain Mike Kahn


CPT Kahn and I established a close relationship out of the gate.


Colonel Maddox had to ensure his newest dental officer was clinically sound. 


 Unknown to me at the time, COL Maddox had a favorable view of UT-trained dental officers he had encountered over his twenty year career.


Nevertheless, right out of dental school...


I had confidence in my abilities in that regard, but COL Maddox threw me a curve ball:


After four years of dental school and all my treatment being rendered from the right side of the dental chair, I was now about to switch to the left side.


CPT Kahn's chair was assigned to me as he was about to start his annual 30 day leave.


Mike wished me luck in this most remarkable task - mirroring of patient treatment delivery from the right side...


Martha, I couldn't help thinking of those stereoisomers...


Muscle memory be damned; let's create more...


God, again, to the rescue.  There was a surprisingly easy transition to this new position.


I was, however, quite thankful that, after a month, COL Maddox assigned me to  'team' status.


And I was assigned two brand new dental assistants who are such an integral part of the dental team.


One of those assistants was Dottie Murray, transplanted from Massachusetts.


Or should I say 'saved' from Massachusetts?


  A good friend as well as a highly talented dental assistant, Dottie truly made dentistry even more enjoyable that it already was...


Our team DTA was Kathy; I would provide anesthesia, move to a second patient I had previously anesthetized and was ready for treatment.  After my operative procedures were accomplished, Kathy would place the restorations; I cycled back to the other patient who was now comfortably numb.


I know, Martha - Pink Floyd...


After completion of the operative procedures on that patient, I would evaluate the just-completed work of my very talented DTA.


Kathy did beautiful work...


Frisbee Golf - all you need is a Frisbee...


Captain Mike Kahn was a quite talented clinician.


He was also an athlete and loved throwing the Frisbee.  He asked me if I had ever played Frisbee Golf; I had not.


My father introduced me to the game of golf while I was in high school; the Sergeant Major could smack that ball and putted with quite the finesse.


The only golf clubs available for rent at the golf course in Columbia were lefties...


Ambidextrous, for the most part, and a novice at golf, left-handed irons were rather fun.  


My golfing success was not measured on the scorecard; it was the number of balls I lost as I duffed those 36 holes. I was quite thankful for the golf ball business I had in Fort Knox, finding lost golf balls for resale.


Martha, I could get a dollar for an uncut Titleist!


Hours of scouring the woods adjacent to the fairways at Anderson Golf Course, a short bike ride from 7984 G Bailey Court, sharpened my visual acuity that would later pay off in my own quests for my errant balls...


Anderson Golf Course is now


 Lindsey Golf Course


My father's short game kept him hovering around that 'scratch' skill level....


I will always remember our outings at Henry Horton State Park...


But now a variation of a theme in the form of a spinning disc...


 ...and a community college in Enterprise provided the perfect 'golf' course...


A tree, a building, even a fire hydrant was selected and an appropriate par - 3, 4, 5 - was attached.


     98 gram Frisbee for the drive if no wind


or


      119 gram or 141gram, depending on the wind.


165g  as the putter...


And keep previously-scratched discs for crossing parking lots; that asphalt eats plastic readily...

FSU, Mike's undergraduate alma mater, and an actual Frisbee Golf course...

 

CPT Kahn knew my passion for motorcycle racing; he recommended a trip to Daytona for Bike Week and a stop in Tallahassee to visit his family.


And an actual Frisbee Golf course with the basket and chains...


And a new dimension of the amazing Frisbee was about to be opened to me in Daytona...

Two most remarkable ladies...

Kathy - talented and beautiful...

Jim, her Manly Man husband, flew Dustoff missions in Vietnam.


A hero and a stud, indeed...


Thanks, Jim, for those efforts.

Dustoff heroes...

Dottie Murray was another beauty, a transplant from Worcester, MA...

Like the lady above, always with a beautiful smile...


Dottie had a great family and was proud of her two Manly Men.


I recall Dottie pointing out that her son was a doppelganger for a stud on a TV series, which I cannot recall...


I checked for myself; he was.


I don't know how the subject came up, but her home in Worcester held a unique status in 1981 as the nation's only...


A Mother's Milk Bank...

 https://milkbankne.org/.



God Bless ....

Solo Frisbee, you say?

Captain Kahn grew up utilizing ocean winds in Daytona...

Into the wind, and with a little practice, substantial hover times can be accomplished.


Ten to fifteen seconds...


...with good winds, longer.


Again, all you need is a Frisbee and wind...

When I took The Second Lady to a local park where I ran the track...

 Miss Kara played in the sandpiles (for the baseball fields there) while I hurled Frisbees into the wind.


All the while with my eye on my young daughter...


Beautiful sunny days and hours of no cost entertainment...


With my beautiful little girl.




CPT Kahn's polarized sunglasses reveal a threat...

Mike and I were on the flying bridge...

 After a successful fishing trip with Captain Buck out of Panama City, we were headed back to shore, a roughly two hour trip.


Mike and I climbed on the flying bridge in order to enjoy quite the vista.


Bright sunshine, not a cloud in the sky, and a beautiful ocean as far the eye could see...




I noticed Mike's intense gaze at the horizon...


I wasn't wearing sunglasses at the time; I squinted to see what had piqued my friend's interest.


He passed his shades over to me; and a few miles away there it was...

Water spout...

Five miles or so on the horizon.


Mike and I assumed this was a great opportunity to witness a beautiful Master Class in God's physics.


From afar...


We soaked up the sheer magnificence of this phenomenon.

CPT Kahn with a furrowed brow...

 An urgency in his voice:


" Keith, look at how close it is now..."

Yikes!

 I descended from the flying bridge, ensuring Captain Buck was aware of an impending tornado on the water...

Didn't see this coming...

 In all fairness, our captain was navigating with auto pilot, as the weather was clear.


Radar confirmed that.


And the fishing trip started at 0600 hours...


Can't say I blame him; I can say I am glad I woke him up..

Playing 'Tag' with a water spout...

The awakened captain was startled at what he saw...

 He immediately changed his heading to a ninety degree angle with the incoming water spout...

10 minutes later and it's still closing...

 We all had life jackets on as we witnessed a once in a lifetime experience.  


Some water spouts are powerful enough to lift heavy fish lockers off commercial fishing boats.


Generally speaking, being inside the cabin would provide safety.


I couldn't help myself; I scrambled out of the cabin, stood on the deck and marvelled at the undulations of water I could clearly see.


Bathed in bright Florida sunshine and being rained on by tornadic activity...


...and close enough to literally see the sheets of water within the spout.


Truly spectacular.



Shout-out to Dr. Charles Oliver...

 As Fort Rucker had no orthodontist, and active duty soldiers are not authorized such care, he appreciated referrals of family members needing orthodontia.


We appreciated those all day deep sea fishing trips Dr. Oliver provided, never to be forgotten.


Especially dancing with a tornado...

The talented Dr. Oliver could transform this...

...into this.

...into this.

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