back in 2015... 

posting old drafts I'd left hanging...

Thefts were common around the area and our storage lockers were not secure.

Laundry worked intermittently and it was best to stay away from him.

Most recently, he'd been running out when the postman arrived and a child asked me what I'd gotten.  I explained US Mail was VERY private thing, but I understood why he was curious.

When notes appeared on doors for the inspections on some doors, and not others, the tennants in both buildings, were not pleased as smokers here learned to contain our butts, animals and ashes as requested the year before.

When Harry was gone for the weekend, the mothers here were talking about the other tennants he'd bullied into leaving from both 1104 and 1110 properties.

We'd been ill from the construction, fire and just starting to recover.  When I fell down the stairs, I'd pulled my rotator cuff and had to rest my arm for months.  When the Casino closed and rent went up, I was being harassed as the cause.

These properties, run by Catlin and Newspring are known to be part of some divorce settlement and there has been no peaceful enjoyment in either as he's been the primary reason for several of them.

No one was flicking or wanting to flick cigarettes at Harry, when he showed up mothers here were discussing our concerns.  

please excuse my verbosity, but I am NOT bipolar, I am verbose and have been misdiagnosis several times.

Time constraints of those helping me deal with this problem, do not allow me to be succinct.

My heritage and family genealogy information has been helpful to others here and this tennant does not read very well.

This has caused rage issue.

The problem started with his peeping into windows at about noon complaining about the music that bothered no one else in either building.  Harry ran around demanding to know what I was saying about him.  His paranoia was distressing and the bullying was uncalled for.

Meanwhile there have been people charging phones on the building and hacking WIFI and scanning for debit cards.  I've had money missing from mine and neighbors have watched over each other.  He complained about other messes left by homeless that caused animals and vulnerable tenants to move out.

Navy Boot Camp Folding Sydrome

That's so cute!  It was the first thing I dumped.  Dad's room inspections were on Saturdays when he was a DoD officer at Ft. Meade.  (no uniform, no calling him "sir", etc)
In 1983, I graduated from a Levittown's Bowie (Bulldogs) High School out of MD.  Naval Academy found my brother physically color blind, so he ended up in the Army like my uncle for the same reason.  He was so strict, I had to move out to see Prince's Purple Rain show or have my own '74 Maverick I had to start with a ginormous screwdriver.

They got the trait from Grandma , who was born in Wichita, KS.  After Mom and my uncle were born, she'd dumped her first husband after WWII.  (gambling) She'd been a USO Dancer or something but her eyes were grey (Anderson, Ramsey, Rickman)
Dad's mom was a Grant from Kansas City, MO and a lot more Scottish/Osage than I realized.  Irish was another story, but I didn't know which side of the country we'd come in on.  East or West.

"Hidden Figures" and "Men Who Stare at Goats" projects had my Dad programming IBMs since after Korea and a Radioman in the Airforce until 1963. (our timeline)
I'm glad they had the wall-busting scene, because the same thing happened when they moved in the IBMS at the Agency.  He and my mom's Prom was HMS Pinafore, 1948 Wichita version.
The same year 1984 came out.
I was a bartender in Chicago's Humbolt park before giving up and joining the Navy for the "Space Race".  oops
I was in DEP losing 11 pounds of Track and Field mostly muscle when I saw "Top Gun" and said, "oooh, noooo".
So on the first day of bootcamp, a brother company's CC, Chief Blackwell came in and things got kinda weird.  Blackwell's Island weird.
Who's most Goth, weird.
And he said he lived on the main drag of the same neighborhood.
My favorite target during the Blizzard of '79 was a black and tan, MGB
I was the only one who could nail it when my folks were snowed in up in New England, so it was just me and my brother and sister, (baby boomers....the rant)
As Chain of Commands go, there's another rule.
By definition, I was a Lady since the 70s when Dad made DoD's bullshit equivelant of a Captain, the family is supposed to sing, HMS Pinafore.
We didn't.
In DADT Navy, there  was nothing to ask or tell....mostly.
So when my dress edge came up on the wrong side, Chief Blackwell was screaming nose to nose, trying to make me look him in the eye, KNOWING my dad outranked him by a lot.
Mason Law = If you can't outrank Daddy, good luck pushing ME around!
  Nemo me impune lacessit
Nobody messes with me without impunity.
And "mon dieu et mon droit" = My GOD and my RIGHT Grandad had a funny gesture that went along with it.
His face was so close, trying to make me meet his eyes, I crossed them!
He broke off laughing because I don't go for that kissin' cousin crap and I wasn't about to laugh my way into a intensive training punishment.

How to Impress a Scot

GenX chiming in. A pre-coffee divergent rant happened, so I posted it here.

current mood - Sidney Portier

Betty White

Ed Asner

Prince

Eartha Kitt

et al

(eyes got tired. after a bit. It might get edited later)

I love your attitude. My daughter would think all those adventures sound brilliant! I couldn't actually watch her try, but she's still a skateboarder.

Deep fried pizza? That menu sounds like something from a right-winger, state fair kiosk! That made my arteries twitch, but I'm useless at a buffet. Chinese buffet's hate / love me bc i'm just there for the banter and the crab legs. When I baked haggis in a dinner roll shell, I remembered Grandma's cooking back in Kansas City, MO, where Dad grew up. We typically resided outside anything like "Dodge" with all the shootouts and privateers and scoundrels running about, fighting for control over women who couldn't be more disgusted, or could. John Cleese cracks me up.

Ringo is my security blanket, story teller. Dad and I could sing "Me and My Arrow" for a hundred miles.

If you haven't seen "The Point" this is a good time.

I also love foreign languages. English, for instance.

There's this maternal Great Granny from Liverpool who married into the Bass Reeves crew

Bass Reeves / Great Grandfather J.W Ramsey

Since he was recruited by Cousin Ulysess, I suppose he got his clothes from the Celts.

Dad only drank to the silly, not the rip-roaring kind of drinker, but the way he watched a really good match was hilarious since he was a Space Race programmer. Daddy was mostly a beer and rum kind of guy who drank until he was loose enough to dance Reggae with an inflatable snowman around a bunch of other "Bob's" from around the DC Beltway.

(That's like half an M-5 motorway)

I wish so much I'd known the song, "Bully in the Alley in the 80s! We loved the Corries and grieved hard for Stan Rogers in 1983. Some of us had to chill since we have so much melanin now, (Mostly Nigerians and the Moors) but that would have been my last call theme song! A woman should know these things about her heritage. We look like the cast of Hamilton, had they been raised on real Angus. And I don't know who allowed Ted Lasso to talk like that in Kansas, but my mother would have had a Queen's English rant with much better posture than myself! I was basically born with a 3rd grade education, thanks to Mommy.

Dad called her "The Boss" bc she was his class president and looked like Eartha Kitt and played basketball in the late 40s.

Then I find out we are the actual groot. Grant in Dutch = groot

The states are going through another battle of the worthies, and ironically, that's what they called dad in his meetings, "WORTHY, Sir Robert, etc Grandad was a shriner, but not the kind who'd ride around in a fez on a tricycle since he was 6'1" and 4-F. He sat like Seargent Pepper, but his Zoot Suit was far more subtle. He was a very lean man. But when he yelled, "Mon Dieu et mon Driot" with his fist in the air, no kid dared dispute his

The Puerto Rican taverns around Chicago would have loved it! I'm so 80s, I played Prince covers when Funk got dissed by Go-Go! I used to be so good! I think every country needs a Paisley Park. Too bad that Russian bought Grant's castle. i really need to know what Granny's been going on about.

What's the scuttlebutt on that?

Ulysses was said to have been a kind of baby-man when he drank too much whiskey, so he didn't get drunk on the job like some apparently do. *cough* I was a heavy-handed mixer when people tipped me in drinks instead of money. I'd actually have people come back requesting more coke for their rum! Then I joined the Navy and watched kids learn how to hold their liquor. smdh, the pressure!

People-watching at the mall was a fun national pastime growing up. Funny how the fellas thought we were shopping for them.

Blackwells LOVE languages and I severely want to learn Scots and Gaelic. And since we excel behind cameras, being in front of them is not at all my thing. I lack symmetry and I was a high school sporto who never EVER wanted to be a guy. I had a great time tackling them tho.

 

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We searched the National Archives Catalog and located the Armed Guard Logs, 1943 - 1945 in the Records of the Bureau of Naval Personnel (Record Group 24) that includes logs of the SS Elizabeth Blackwell for 4-13-1943 to 3-28-46 (Box 243); SS Carl Schurz for 7-3-43 to 1-2-46 (Box 145); and SS Aleutian for 7-24-43 to 9-17-45 (Box 26). We also located the Armed Guard Files, 1934 - 1946 in the Records of the Office of the Chief of Naval Operations (Record Group 38) that include file units titled Elizabeth Blackwell 04/13/43 - 04/22/46 (Box195); Carl Schurz 12/13/42 - 02/01/46 (Box 104); and Aleutian 06/06/42 - 09/25/45 (Box 16). For access and/or copies of these logs and file units, please contact the National Archives at College Park - Textual Reference (RDT2) via email at archives2reference@nara.gov.

 

Since Merchant Marine log books were required for vessels that traveled between Pacific and Atlantic ports, the logs must be submitted to the U.S. Coast Guard at the final port of the voyage. Therefore, we searched the Catalog for these logs and located the following series in the Records of the U.S. Coast Guard (Record Group 26):

 

• Official Merchant Vessel Logbooks, 1942 - 1974 for the port of Jacksonville that include logs of the SS Elizabeth Blackwell for 1-10-43(?) to 1-1-59. For access, please contact the National Archives at Atlanta (RE-AT) at atlanta.archives@nara.gov.
• Official Logbooks of Merchant Vessels, 1942 - 1989 for the port of New York that includes logs of the SS Elizabeth Blackwell for 1-7-44 to 8-28-46. For access, please contact the National Archives at New York (RE-NY) at newyork.archives@nara.gov.
• Official Logbooks of Merchant Vessels, 1942 - 1978 for the port of San Francisco that include the logs of the SS Elizabeth Blackwell for 11-23-43 to 3-10-45; the SS Carl Schurz for 9-11-44 to 10-11-44; and SS Aleutian for 1-13-46 to 2-10-46. For access, please contact the National Archives at San Francisco (RE-SB) at sanbruno.archives@nara.gov.
• Official Logbooks of Merchant Vessels, 1910 - 1978 for the port of Seattle that include the logs of the SS Carl Schurz for 2-4-43 to 5-1-46 and SS Aleutian for 3-27-42 to 10-21-49. For access, please contact the National Archives at Seattle (RE-SE) at seattle.archives@nara.gov

 

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Pachelbel's Nightmare (Dark Canon in D)

Well, isn't this fun!

The Iconic Scene That Ended Bewitched Forever

So, Grandma was born in Wichita and the Wizard of Oz / HMS Pinafore themes were the foundation of our banter. "QUEEN's English"! When a Scotsman rants about it, I can't help but laugh.

That was the minimum requirement.

I didn't know either of them were as good looking as they were. I guess it was all the goofy faces they made. As far as the episode with blackface, they could have done something a bit less silly. More like Superman put Lois in a machine so she could do a story for Harlem. I never knew who wrote the scene until now, but it really wasn't a thing. Like the Dick Van Dyke show, when they were dying a costume and attended the NAACP event in gloves.

That show was his story out of "Carmen Jones" to us.

I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO SEE A TEA PARTY WITH BETTY WHITE AND QUEEN ELIZABETH II

I remember Grandma's plate from Buckingham palace. Her Church group took a trip there, so I supposed they went for the Royal Wedding. I recall lots of grownups in the dining room. She told the family stories, touching each souvenir. A pair of sisters named "George" and "Charlie" and I hugged the doll that looked like my future Elementary School principal.

(glad to be back on my own cloud for a change) My previous wall of fame

My story

Dad LOL We avoided him in this mode. When he was in the zone, the only thing that mattered must involve blood, fire, or flooding. And if there was blood, there had better be a LOT. Two Eagle Scouts in the house.

Local paper said "airman recruit", but I was a petty officer by the time I went home. E-4 was the benchmark for a homeowner. If an E-4 (Third Class PETTY officer)

By the time my sister was 16, he was beyond the captain equivalent. I had no idea when I was 16.

I felt weird as the only one in the family who's hair got lighter in the sun. He didn't get much, but on his hands and face. The 30-yr pin did not include 8 years active duty. *ahem*

What we knew is that color TV was held back to hide our living colors. People in Levittown burbs (mostly kids) actually thought we were greyscale. Many still didn't even have TVs yet. It might as well have been clown makeup to little me. Basically the show was a Levittown commercial to our Levittown neighborhood in Maryland. It was a township that didn't change it's name. Levittown @ Belair in Bowie, MD , with an @ symbol and everything. We laughed when they called it "Belair Estates" 9000 homes- 5 styles was more like a base housing extension and we had the Rambler! (Dad's knees appreciated it) That looks like our neighbor's home. Jesus was Jewish, and snacked on PB&J Matzo cracker. Out of respect for David Bowie, we rhymed it with "buoy", instead.

It was 30 miles from Antietam, but we were once removed from the Kansas Cities. So Scandinavian cross-dressing wasn't a thing either. Boy did those towns ham it up with the people they brought from the railroads, and vets Grant's crew. Blazing Saddles met Django Unchained. Kids playing cowboys and NDNs were more tacky than cops and robbers. We'd thought about going back up to New York, when they still called it Blackwell's Island. Girls mostly sided with Sam's mother and figured Roger Healey wasn't a complete loss and would have been much more fun for Jeanie, Yes, the Hidden Figures had kids, but few wanted to go to space since they knew how they worked. "Oh no, not getting me up that thing!" Our diva was Eartha Kitt and who knew Channel 13 only paid Oprah $20,000 a year!? Bob Strickland was at Andrews, so that made 4 Bobs at the normal BBQ - Aqua Velva Bob, Dad was-English Leather Bob, Hai Karate Bob, all called "Hey Uncle BOB!"

Oh, FFS

Look what Twitter has done to my writing!

sigh

Anyway, we knew our market value. Figure one salary was divided between my other siblings and they want WHAT NOW?

Only guys can blow out their knees from sports injuries?

The Daily Show - Instigate 2014