Holy arbitrary unpredictable chance!
The indiscriminate, the unplanned, the unrestricted, the fortuitous - the happening by chance, rather then design, has returned.
The return & effect of one good hearted person is incalculable.
Welcome back Hobot!
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Hobot - good to have a new thread started, most definitely the high light of SA.
The one legged skier had great attitude and sense of humor - which is an asset for amps, who wish to maintain an active lifestyle or just got on with life as an amputee.We carpooled to mammoth mountain with a one legged skier and your pics reminded of the weekend. Dave was not put out by being mono legged. He saved 50% on boots and a pair of skis lasted him twice as long. He never crossed tips. He always went to the front of the lift line. Dave had a most positive attitude that washed overall who knew him. We caught him only once on that weekend as a group and all posed for a group club picture on a slope . As we took pics (35 mm film days) an ankle biter plowed through our group on the slope ending up near Dave down hill in a settling cloud of powder. Dave regained his footing as the ankle biter looked up and Dave exclaimed "Look what you did to my foot"....
In 1974 my USN ship was in Kure Japan for a few days and liberty was generous (3 section) so a buddy of mine and I decided to visit Hiroshima. We had to take the train to get there and since civies were not allowed in those days, we were in undress whites. The train made many stops along the way as it was sort of a commuter train. So just the two of us in the train station looking confused (because we were) about how to get to Hiroshima when all the signs were in Japanese. Finally a conductor who spoke okay english asked if he could help. We explained our destination and he nodded, marched us onto the train and announced in Japanese to the assembled passengers where we were headed and they should advise us when it was time to get off. Each stop we'd look around and the group would shake their heads no and motion for us to stay seated. Finally we pulled into a stop and were advised with gestures and nodding that we had arrived. We get off the train after profusely thanking our guides and now stood at a taxi stand with a similar language barrier. Finally my buddy made an explosion sound and gestured with his hands an explosion. The driver smiled, nodded and took us directly to the Peace Park and Museum at Ground Zero. All I can say is it was stunning. The stark dome, the "shadows" of people vaporized by the blast, the museum. We finished the visit playing frisbee in the park and fountain with a bunch of kids much to their parents amusement. On the train ride back we were approached by a middle aged man who spoke pretty good English. Turned out he was a professor or teacher of some sort at a local university and wanted to try out his english. At the end of the ride back in Kure he got off as well and invited us to dinner in his home. We accepted and had a wonderful evening almost missing expiration of liberty hours back on board.One of my staff was in Hiroshima and took a pic of ground zero that looked like that.