A thousand years ago it seems, Maureen and i got into the habit on Sundays of asking Ray Boggs, her father, to join us for golf at Sea ‘n Air, the 18-hole layout on Naval Air Station, North Island.

Maureen was a beginner but enjoyed the rounds with her father. We would arrive about a half-hour before twilight rates and go off as anyone not already on the course would wait for the cheaper green fees. It was a whopping six bucks each for active duty and his guests and a dozen dollars for a cart. The rates under the watchful eye of Morale, Welfare, and Recreation are now more than triple. But that’s another rant.

i took this photo long before they had phone cameras. It has been in a frame on our kitchen counter ever since and remains one of my favorite photos of two of my favorite people of all time.

1988: Great times.

Rod, Marty, and Pete: Look at the trees lining what is now the first fairway.

Bob posted this on the second of July. i knew it would take me a while to study and therefore put it off until today.

i met Bob and Mary Anne through our mutual friends, Pete and Nancy Toennies. The two boys are retired Navy SEAL captains. Bob has joined our FMG (Friday Morning Golf) group, and we are glad to have him.

i could go on and on about both of the Schoultz’s. They are an impressive, congenial, and very intelligent twosome. i enjoy their company.

This is Bob’s comments on the impressive trip he and Mary Anne took for the 75th D-Day anniversary. He added Mary Anne’s comments, which add a great deal to the post. Both of them so well capture their trip and the sacrifice and heroism of our heroes. It remains an incredible feat which turned the tide of history.

https://bobscorner.wordpress.com/2019/07/02/d-day-my-visit-to-normandy/

Thanks, Bob and Mary Anne.

There are some things that amaze me.

Like yesterday, Maureen went to the Naval Hospital we used to call Balboa, but they got uppity and renamed it a whole bunch of times. For now., they call it Naval Medical Center San Diego. i still call it Balboa.

We both go to Balboa to see several specialists there. Preventive Maintenance, something i learned on ships in the Navy that is worth its weight in gold .

Regardless, we were there. There were several things i noticed about which i will refrain my comments. They would sound like a rant. They would be. But three things could not be overlooked.

In the middle of the complex courtyard, someone decided to place a cannon that appears to predate World War I. They painted it gold. i’m wondering what the hell are they telling their patients with an age-old gold cannon in the middle of a medical center.

In the bowels of Building One, the medical center boasts a McDonald’s. Healthy. Right?

And finally, i went to the men’s head on the second deck of that building. As i looked down at the urinal, i noticed a silver plaque beside the handle to the flush mechanism, which itself had a green arrow pointing upward and a red arrow pointing downward. Well, if a man is standing next to a urinal, he doesn’t have a lot to do but his business, so i, with time to spend, read the plaque.

It bragged about how Sloan, the manufacturer of the urinal and the Navy Medical Center were being environmentally conscious and conserving water.

Then it gave operating instructions. It said if there was liquid waste, i should push the handle up. If it was solid waste, i should push the handle down (All i could think about was Young Frankenstein when Gene Wilder as Young Frankenstein, kept telling Marty Feldman as Igor, and Terry Garr as Von Frankenstein’s assistant to “PUT THE CANDLE BACK!”).

First, i wondered what brilliant mind thought solid waste would be in a urinal. Then, being inquisitive, i flushed twice, once up and once down. i couldn’t tell any difference in the flushes.

Go figure.

This is the kind of thing old men think about.