<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div>It has been suggested that, maybe, when a person passes away, they are mystically returned to that time in their life the person considers to be the most memorable.</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">If this is true . . . upon my passing . . . I will be joyfully returned to . . .</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">(Let me preface my recollection with a brief explanation: In December of 1972, while in the Army (stationed in Bamberg, Germany), I reenlisted to become a court reporter. At that time the only military court reporter school was located at Newport Naval Base, Newport, Rhode Island . . . where I reported for training in February 1973).</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">I became friends with a couple squids . . . er . . . uh . . . sailors. We went out bar-hopping regularly together. </div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">In mid-March, while out cruisin' Newport, we stopped in a tavern called "My Brother's Place". We ordered a round of beers, sat at a table, and looked over the tavern's customers . . . when I noticed a hot (as in VERY) redhead sitting at a table with a group of friends at the other end of the tavern. The first thought that crossed my mind (being a single, slightly inebriated soldier) was . . . "Gotta get me some of that!" After a couple of her friends departed, I worked up the courage to approach her and ask if she would like to dance (a local rock band was performing there that night). She said "OK" and I joined her. </div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">We celebrated our 42nd wedding anniversary last June.</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">Sidebar: I flunked out of the court reporter course. It seems that showing up drunk for the final examination is frowned upon. But, I still left Newport, Rhode Island a winner.</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br></div><div id="AppleMailSignature">How 'bout it, V-Peeps? What memorable moment of your life would you return to? Care to share?</div><div id="AppleMailSignature"><br><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)</span></div><div><a href="http://www.moscowcares.com/" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000">http://www.MoscowCares.com</font></a></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></div><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tom Hansen</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moscow, Idaho</span></div></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"There's room at the top they are telling you still.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">If you want to be like the folks on the hill."</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">- John Lennon</span></div></div></body></html>