Up and at em early, filled the house with smell of hot fresh coffee, even the three cats come running because they know now that I am in charge of keeping the food and water bowls full.
I got another comment from my Navy buddy and I am now thinking it is a legitimate attempt to contact me. As you know the first was a humorous request for weapons and money, but this one is full of thing’s that again only someone with a combined knowledge of Scranton and the Navy. Would have, Barry & I went to high school together, Also I did some investigating on my own and a search of his name brings up a reference to that Aug 5th blog post with his name in it. I think he is trying to find an e-mail contact with me and hasn’t found out how to get to my blog home page with the about us that has my e-mail address, I believe he may be living in Conn. but I’m not sure. I know he has a brother in Scranton so I may try to get a hold of him and see if I can contact that way. Anyway for those of you as curious as I am here it is.
US NAVY SEAWOLF has left a new comment on your post "Thursday Notes":
Three things a good Scranton HC-2 sailor always did.
Didn't grab the hook, let it ground itself first.
Had a sudsy drink at the Airship Tavern.
Had a couple Coney Island wieners when in town, and maybe some Turnabe's pizza.
How do I get your e-mail address?
The first reference would be about the static electricity that the rotating rotor blades would build up and if you were fool enough to grab the metal hook and cable of the hoist even with gloves you would get a big surprise, all helicopter crewman learned of this first hand and never repeated it again. Funny the hoist operator in the helicopter never had to worry about it, but pity the ground man or someone on a ship that you were delivering something to, it was hilarious to watch from above.
The Airship Tavern was an old bar dating back to when the Navy had Blimps and Dirigibles it was located conveniently right out side the gate of the Lakehurst NJ Naval Air Station and was a local squadron hangout, along with Weaver’s Tavern in downtown Lakehurst.
The Coney Island Texas Weiner Shop, and Turnabe’s Pizza, were local hangouts for the kid’s of Scranton.
Again whoever is sending these comments has an inside knowledge of the squadron I was assigned to, and my hometown. I am secretly hoping it is Barry as I have not heard from him since I left the Navy over 40 years ago.
Also I never shied away from a good investigation and this is starting to peak my interest.
Not much else going on maybe the mystery will be solved soon, and another case closed.
Be safe out there. Sam & Donna.
Rigg’s Dad knows your trying to be good, all your Furry buddies out here in blog land are rooting for you and hope you get your Dad home soon.