Grateful Dead

One day when I showed up for work at a major central bank in lower Manhattan, I went through the usual drill. Slap the scannable ID card on the reader to unlock the turnstile, pass though and stop at the table in front of the Large Uniformed Man with the Badge and the Glock. Pop the locks on the briefcase [clack] [tclack], lift open the lid, and there, in my briefcase, in the middle of my briefcase, and away from everything else in my briefcase, lies my copy of Dozin' At The Knick. I'm sure you can all imagine the expression on the face of the Large Uniformed Man with the Badge and the Glock, as I suspect that one or two of you may have seen similar expressions on the faces of other Large Uniformed Individuals with Badges and Sidearms. As he's glaring/staring intently at me, I look him straight in the eye and calmly state: We Are Everywhere. Which, of course cracks us both up, because I'd been on the engagement for about a year and a half at the time, and we each knew each other by our first names. I didn't have the heart to tell him that the only reason that I'd brought in the then relatively recent release was to lend it to someone in senior management. The senior management guy, who I'll call Rolls, was in charge of the organizational unit that owned the systems I was working on. The day before, I had wandered into his office to get his take on some issue we were trying to resolve and just happened to notice a familiar Rainbow-On-White CD cover half buried under some papers scattered about his desk. "So, Rolls, taking a little European vacation this afternoon? And exactly how many shows did you get in to see?" "Hey now, Mr Pid, college was fun, wasn't it?" "Yeah, from time to time, and place to place. Now, about this performance report...." Rolls wasn't a regular and significant attendee of certain Big Monthly Meetings held in a National Capital, but his boss was. And he was his boss's right hand man. Rolls, and his boss, eventually got appointed to different assignments at other government agencies after the bank underwent a little "regime change" of its own. There were a couple of other like-minded folk there as well, but a bit further down the totem pole towards me. I was just a contractor, not an employee. But you see, we really are everywhere. Even Big, Important Halls of Money and Power. Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.

Nah, I did the 4 years because they say... "Once a Marine, Always a Marine," so I felt I didn't need to serve the last 16 years! Ha! No actually I had a back operation and they'd accept my back in after time if my back was okay. Needless to say, I am lucky after being out. After 2 weeks (in '02) I missed my buddies so I called them and they all got deployed to Afgan. I was that close. I felt like I was leaving them behind for almost a year. I've gotten over that now tho. I want to join the Marine Corps League, but I have so many commitments right now, I'd hate to slack at everything I do. A dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago... ________________________ www.autoquoteresearch.com

will do. Welcome to the neighborhood. You still in the Marines? If so, you might check out the Military Deadheads topic.

I went back to edit and it posted a new post. I meant to make corrections. For what it's worth read the second 'Marines' post. If a moderator could, maybe delete my first 'Marine' post. Thanks... A dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago... ________________________ www.autoquoteresearch.com

Back in 1998 I was on a plane going to MCRD San Diego for Recruit Training. I felt so alone, no one with me and I knew I wasn't just going to meet up with some really nice people! Boot Camp...Oh no... Anyways, I'm on the plane and after about an hour of flight, the guy next to me, prolly 40, asks where I was headed ( I was 17) all alone? I said Marine Corps boot camp. He said he was 'in the corps' back in the day. Funny thing is that he was telling me he was a drill instructor at MCRD San Diego. I was trying to get some hints in before I got off the plane! We talked a lot for the rest of the trip and when we begin to land he pointed to the right and said there is where your squad bays will be. It was at night, I remember the lights all lit up. We shook hands and never seen each other again. During times in boot camp, I'd look out the windows and see planes coming and going. I'll never forget him. A dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago... ________________________ www.autoquoteresearch.com

I think is about 1985. I was living in Hawaii, but had gone to Mexico and we were camping out on the beach at Ix-Cacel, about two hours south of Cancun. I had rented a white VW bug and I was driving south, towards Belieze. Out in the middle of the jungle there was a hitchhiker. This was pretty unusual as I was miles from any town and there were few people of any kind around in those days. He didn't speak English but we both spoke spanish. I was wearing a "Club Dead" t-shirt and he pointed at it and then at all the Dead stickers on his backpack. We got to talking and it turned out we both lived in the same small town on Maui about three streets away from each other! Small world indeed.

CQ all you Dead Head Hams! VA3ES here. We also know Eric, KJ7XJ and Dan, N4YKD. Who else is out there lurking in the Dead.net ether?

I am in a faraway airport again, with a little time here.... so there I was, wandering around Oahu... I met up with some old friends, and I met some new friends, too. I saw a guy who had a dead related license plate getting out of his car, I did a quick "hey now!" flashing a peace symbol as I speeded past him on the hog. (no helmet laws or they are ignored in Hawaii!) another time I was in some beach park and I saw a couple of young dudes hanging, anyways, we got into talking and they were heads, so dudes, if you ever make it onto this site: welcome a(forum)board! I told them about this site, but something tells me they will not be able to remember that it is dead.net and not dead.com. It was just that kind of day at the beach if ytou know what I mean. ( -; see you all in a few weeks! love and peace.

i went to wrigley field this weekend to see my cubbies play the mets (we lost...). i sat next to a dead head, stood in line for the bathroom with another, and chatted with yet another in the beer line! 3 dead heads in one afternoon-- thrice my annual quota in my hometown! and as usual, dead heads are smiling and friendly and happy- as and extra, added bonus, these three were cubs fans too! caroline

its been a deep run nc, to a pink hill nc. so kinstones play too? Albertson nc pirartys in greenville