I live at the southern extent of the White Mountains, in a MOA. While working at a local ski area, we’d often we’d see the A10 pilot’s helmets as they flew below us.

I’ve often wondered about that in regards to man-made radionucleide by-products and how much I’ve absorbed, since as a west coast kid growing up in the 50s/60s we had Yucca Flats to the NE, Bikini Atoll to the SW and then China started atmospheric testing.

Only partially, if any. WWII was a long time before, and the Marshall Plan was working full force.

*not understanding*

INRE: the Ford Ranger

Only so far as being listed on the Tribal rolls.

Brownsville Station

Venezuela seems to be cooling and Iran has been the big baddie since Carter. 

I truly hope the electorate takes your last sentence to heart, this time around.

They’ve been debating that since I was a kid and I graduated elementary school in 1967.

I attended grammar school with a black kid named Vasily but everyone called him Anthony. This was up until 1967, and everybody (it was very diverse, for the times in L.A.) had white names (being a Catholic school may have had something to do with it)- except for my Chicano friend Frank, who de riguer was Paco.

Evidently, the only patriots he identifies are those who are getting shafted by the business genius.

Yes

I thought it was turtles all the way down.

How did you miss the second-hand store, whose front is so cluttered with old highway signs and someone’s welding art that you can’t determine if the building ever had a color?

It appears that Sister Smiley won the Order of the Yardstick.

Also a CS survivor.

“You use that word....”

Being an ‘ex’-anything somehow makes the Ex-er superior.

It’s a numbers game in invasions. Will the casualties you suffer offset a victory? Getting as many men in place as soon as possible is the goal; attrition (a cooold word) is expected and even planned for.