Those were my favorite as a kid. At little league, if you played in a game, you got a snack bar ticket. The only thing that you could get with that snack bar ticket, if you didn’t have money to add to it, was a jolly rancher, the 5 inch long ones. I never had extra money, so I always got the jolly rancher.
Watermelon was my favorite, but I must admit they taste like 99% watermelon flavoring, and 1% vomit flavor.
I’m confused. I’d always thought he got them from Ellsberg, and that he had to make copies of them. I guess I just didn’t know how difficult it was to do that secretly back then (which makes sense).
I wonder: Just how would Watergate play out if the tech of say, the mid-1990s had been available? (have at it, folks - you all are much more savvy about tech than I, lol!)
Clandestinely. How do you copy a large number of pages without tipping off Ellsberg (who was getting cold feet), rival journalists, or the Pentagon? According to Sheehan’s account, Ellsberg was less than discrete.
Mr. Ellsberg was also taking serious risks, Mr. Sheehan said. He had made multiple copies and had paid carelessly with personal checks. He had approached members of Congress about holding hearings. “There’s no way The Times can protect this guy,” Mr. Sheehan remembered thinking. His ostensibly secret source had “left tracks on the ceiling, on the walls, everywhere,” he said.
My friend with whom I used to sing while he plays guitar - let’s call him Steve G., because that’s his name - his father got shot down over Nazi Germany when he was in WWII as an officer in the USAAC. Because he was educated and Jewish and American, he wasn’t killed; he was put to work as an intake clerk. He was later rescued by the Brits, and it wasn’t until someone spotted a photo of him in a newspaper or magazine that it was known he was alive - that’s how long it took the US gov’t to tell his family.
I never met him, but he must’ve been quite the character. I’ve seen photos of him when he went to University of Detroit and was on the golf team (he was an accountant in his father’s produce firm, actually @Nightflyer, not far from where you live, iffen I’m remembering correctly; Clark Street, before the Rouge River bridge off I-75 (I’m sure the building’s gone, N(athan) Gilbert & Sons.
What’s truly interesting is that his dad and my dad MAY’VE met briefly as kids; and they both joined the USAAC. And from what I gather, they would’ve gotten along just swell.
Thanks for posting this, brought back some memories that aren’t bad, especially when I just found a bunch of letters from long before I was born, written by folks and/or to folks I never really got to know growing up.
If you eat or drink enough of anything, forever after some percentage of the flavor will always be vomit flavor. For me, Jaegermeister will forever be about 50% licorice, 50% vomit.
My granddad on my father’s side died the year I was born, so I never knew him, but he was in the USAAC during the Berlin Airlift (Operation Vittles), and I found some of his paperwork and that was incredibly impressive what they did. For awhile, they were landing cargo planes every 3-4 minutes. Up to almost 13,000 tons of food and supplies delivered per day. By air. To one city. In the 1940s.
The C-47s and C-54s together flew over 92,000,000 miles (148,000,000 km) in the process, almost the distance from Earth to the Sun.[6] At the height of the Airlift, one plane reached West Berlin every thirty seconds.
I don’t think we could do that now even if we had to.
Oh gawd, yes - one of the things that Team Truman did to prevent anotherw worldwide Great Depression.
As for the Marshall Plan - they wanted to call it the Truman Plan (he had enough problems with the Truman Committee, though naming the head senator/congressperson seemed to be shorthand for the long names of committees back then. He was proud of what was accomplished by both the Committee he headed and the Marshall Plan, but he wouldn’t take credit for the latter. And he had to persuade Gen. Marshall (it was said only his wife called him George) to allow “the most unsordid act in history” named after himself.
Yes, Virginia, white men who believed in public service and weren’t wealthy and bound to corporate interests used to serve in the US government. I still marvel at Gen. Marshall and his loyalty to his Commander-in-Chief. LOL, don’t get me started on the Dean! Migosh, the integrity of those three! And Acheson didn’t ask to be born rich, lol.
The rather nimble young man dancing in this video eventually became quite rotund and directed films such as “Space Mutiny.” Rhetorical question: How did such a transformation occur?
The majority of voting machines in Indiana are the 100% electronic kind that provide no receipt or proof of voting. Then they called Indiana first, with only 64% of the in-person voting ballots counted, because of course it’s so red a state there was no point in waiting.
But articles like that, and what I’ve seen in my area, show that it’s really more of a slight purple these days. It’s not Georgia or Arizona yet, but it’s not Oklahoma or the Dakotas anymore. In a few more election cycles, with more accurate accountability in the ballots, the shift might start being noticeable.
I found the article interesting because it - dare I type it? - it humanizes Pence somewhat. I wonder if microdosing he and the wife with LSD or mushrooms would loosen them up somewhat?
I also skimmed an article about them and their pets. They have a snake! I mean, they are the last people on earth I’d expect to have a snake!
Not surprised at the headline. It’s amazing how people can be manipulated into doing it, though I can see how “Do it or get it done to you” is a powerful motivation.
I always cringe at the thought of torture, and avoid novels, tv, movies, etc. where it’s depicted. Including this article.