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This page is under cuntruction and will change periodically. Feel free to email me
Killroy321@hotmail.com
I am currently the Vice President of the So Cal Chapter of Military Vehicle Collectors
Club. If you would like more informaiton on our club, or would like to vist our web site, or see the site for a group here
in San Diego, check out the links at the bottom of the page.
Here is a good joke I found on the net;
Three
strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge in Bozeman,Montana, awaiting their flights. One is an American
Indian passing through from Lame Deer. Another is a Cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show and the third passenger
is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana State University from the Middle East. Their discussion drifts
to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation falls
into an uneasy lull. The Cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and tips his big sweat- stained
hat forward over his face. The wind outside is blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is flapping, but still no
plane comes. Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he speaks, "At one time here, my people were many,
but sadly, now we are few." The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans Forward, "Once my people were few,"
he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?" The Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side
of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl, "That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims
yet, but I do recon it's a-comin."
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Beth and I at AREA 51 NEVADA
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