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Thank those of your family, your friends, people you have known and all of those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for this country and democracy as a whole. Those are the people that made America great.
Most of us have family who gave the ultimate sacrifice.
They deserve gratitude and respect.

My great uncle "Bubs" while stationed with the 35th fighter group in the south pacific, corresponded with his sister, (my grandmother) from remote and primitive places with drawings and letters of those far off villages and exotic natives.
He and my grandmother (Billy), through their wartime correspondence, were putting a book together for children called, "The Adventures of Captain Billy and Admiral Bubs".
He flew a p-38 lightning, which was a beautiful aircraft.

Bubs wrote the story through his letters and Billy created illustrations for the book they were to finish when Bubs returned after the war ended.
The war ended, but Uncle Bubs never made it home. He was shot down after the official end of the war while flying toward one of the stops on the way home.
The book was never finished.
I have all the illustrations framed, but sadly all the letters from the south pacific were lost. They were in a shoe box in my mom's closet that disappeared.

RIP uncle Bubs and thank you.
 
Most of us have family who gave the ultimate sacrifice.
They deserve gratitude and respect.

My great uncle "Bubs" while stationed with the 35th fighter group in the south pacific, corresponded with his sister, (my grandmother) from remote and primitive places with drawings and letters of those far off villages and exotic natives.
He and my grandmother (Billy), through their wartime correspondence, were putting a book together for children called, "The Adventures of Captain Billy and Admiral Bubs".
He flew a p-38 lightning, which was a beautiful aircraft.

Bubs wrote the story through his letters and Billy created illustrations for the book they were to finish when Bubs returned after the war ended.
The war ended, but Uncle Bubs never made it home. He was shot down after the official end of the war while flying toward one of the stops on the way home.
The book was never finished.
I have all the illustrations framed, but sadly all the letters from the south pacific were lost. They were in a shoe box in my mom's closet that disappeared.

RIP uncle Bubs and thank you.
After doing some research this morning, I learned that much of this story is incorrect.
This was the story I remember as a kid, but a few details are wrong.
"Bubs" was in the 35th fighter group, but he flew a p-39 Aero cobra and was actually declared MIA in 1943. He was not officially declared dead until december 1945, which may have led to the misunderstanding that he was shot down after the war.
In any event, RIP Frederick "Bubs" Voorhis, and thank you for your sacrifice.
 
Besides being Memorial Day Monday Holiday, today is my wife's 65th birthday. As she was getting ready to go help out at her friend's restaurant, she asked me what I thought of her outfit. I told her she could pass for 40.

That may be the first time in the history of the world that a woman took that was a compliment.
 
After doing some research this morning, I learned that much of this story is incorrect.
This was the story I remember as a kid, but a few details are wrong.
"Bubs" was in the 35th fighter group, but he flew a p-39 Aero cobra and was actually declared MIA in 1943. He was not officially declared dead until december 1945, which may have led to the misunderstanding that he was shot down after the war.
In any event, RIP Frederick "Bubs" Voorhis, and thank you for your sacrifice.



P-39N_Airacobra_of_the_357th_Fighter_Group_at_Hamilton_Field_in_July_1943.jpg
 
Not one of your more " Talked About " Air frame platforms, it was
unique.....just not what was needed at the time..

The P-38 and eventually P-51 were much much better
high altitude platforms...

Although pilots who flew P-39's gained much respect for their
ability to fly low altitude sorties....ceiling was limited due to
no production of the prototypes engine capabilities....

They became a favorite at Air Races after the War....

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Mid engine design with exhaust exit at fuselage center....
Note: exhaust stains at just below rear of canopy....

 
RIP Leon Redbone. I saw him perform live at a small theater in Pacific Beach sometime in the 70's. The "band" backing him was a tuba player. At one point he made a comment that because of the lights he couldn't see the audience. Then he picked a small Polaroid camera out of his case and took a picture of us.

 
You will find it is the same with most of what you believe.
Always learning, huspolito.
I could have just let the old story turn into the truth, but I always dig, and what I find wont be a secret.
I could have just let it go, but I dont think it would have honored the memory of my great uncle.
It's a little cup of class to drink however you want.
Don't waste it.
 
Back from urgent care after three rounds of respiratory therapy for my COPD. While there, wife cautioned that if I didn't take more care of myself, I was going to die from it. I told her that it has always been my plan to die from a perfectly-timed gunshot to the back of the head delivered by a jealous husband.

That's an old joke, but I don't think she has heard it before.
 
Back from urgent care after three rounds of respiratory therapy for my COPD. While there, wife cautioned that if I didn't take more care of myself, I was going to die from it. I told her that it has always been my plan to die from a perfectly-timed gunshot to the back of the head delivered by a jealous husband.

That's an old joke, but I don't think she has heard it before.
I wish you luck in the afterlife.
 
Back from urgent care after three rounds of respiratory therapy for my COPD. While there, wife cautioned that if I didn't take more care of myself, I was going to die from it. I told her that it has always been my plan to die from a perfectly-timed gunshot to the back of the head delivered by a jealous husband.

That's an old joke, but I don't think she has heard it before.

One side effect they warned me about from the therapy is that I might get "jittery" - and I had three of them. Now I'm wired like a truck driver - can't sleep, don't want to eat. I wonder what the crash will be like.
 
One side effect they warned me about from the therapy is that I might get "jittery" - and I had three of them. Now I'm wired like a truck driver - can't sleep, don't want to eat. I wonder what the crash will be like.

I finally got some sleep and woke up hungry.
 
Especially since I always stay at the cheapest hotels.

I did a little research on the finances of Palomar Health, which, since it is a public agency, are posted online. Their largest source of operating revenue is Medicare (about 24%) followed by several categories of private insurance payments. Only about 1% comes from direct private payments.

Update from today -- my "new" Sharp HMO/Medicare primary care doctor is the same guy I saw before 15 years ago at another medical office when he was trying to reduce my cholesterol counts, even though my numbers were already lower than my father's after similar treatment. I brought along my copy of the Palomar Hospital records from my visit there last August and my ER visit there in March. He said that the big new hospital could be in financial trouble because it was built bigger than needed for current business and equipped for ultra-modern techniques (like robotic surgery) for which there is not enough demand to satisfy the surgeons they hired (so they left for places like UCSD hospital).
 
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