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.
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