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Updated May 2023



Beth and I at AREA 51 NEVADA

What you cant see is the Cammo dude in the jeep off to the left watching us, or the green tripod mounted camera off to the left, also watching us.

So.Cal Military Vehicle Club

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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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