Tuna--Texas

So, It's Friday night and the end of a lonnnnnnnngggggg week.  Mrs Juvat and I are settling into our easy chairs after enjoying an excellent steak, baked potato and salad accompanied by a good bottle of Nebbiolo.

BTW, since Sarge has branched out in several different journalistic directions, thereby claiming them as his own, I've decided to capture the foodie vector before he gets that one also.  I got the basic plan for the dinner from here. 

I've tried several of his recipes and they're almost always pretty good. 

Having now captured the foodie vector, where was I. 

Ahh.  Nebbiolo and easy chair.  

I've settled down and am reading "The Last Fighter Pilot" by Don Brown whilst sipping a snooter of rum (strictly for medicinal purposes of course).  The book is about the Fighter Pilot who led the last P-51 combat mission of WWII, Jerry Yellin.  Captain Yellin flew from Iwo Jima, escorting B-29s to attack Japan AFTER Nagasaki.  

(I think that puts paid to the argument that the A Bombs were not needed, that Japan was about to quit.  But, then I read history, not rewrite it.)

Learned quite a few things that I didn't know before reading that book.  Highly recommended.

Now, where was I again?  Oh yeah, reading and rum.

So, I'm winding down the evening when my phone announces that I have a text message.

"juvat, you have a text message from a Tuna."

My wife collapses on the floor, in laughter.  Sometimes Cortana adds a little to the message.

"Read it."

"juvat, I'm in Texas,  if you don't have anything planned, could we meet up tomorrow."

My wife collapses on the floor in laughter, again.

"A Tuna in Texas?  Isn't that a play?"

Why yes it is. And a rather funny one at that.

If given the opportunity to see it, you should.

So....after the paroxysm of laughter ceases from Mrs J, Tuna and I work out a meet for the following morning.

I had a few chores to do in town, to include recycling boxes accumulated in my wife's store.  However, it's Saturday in a Tourist Town.  Parking is sparse, so I'm carrying a load of flattened cardboard down the block to my truck while trying to dodge passers-by.  I successfully maneuver past one guy and am progressing down the street, when my mind clicks.  

I recognize that guy.  That's Tuna!

Drop the cardboard in my truck and return to the store.

Make the introductions and discuss the battle plan for the day.  He's in San Antonio visiting his Dad who's recovering from a fall so he can't stay very long.  I suggest a quick visit to the Nimitz Museum.

And we're off.  

I've been to the Museum several times, but never with a fellow veteran and a Navy dude and an Aviator.  

Suffice it to say, there was a furious exchange of stories and things the other did not know.  One of the things I appreciated hearing about was his family's involvement at Pearl Harbor on that day.  I'll leave that to him to relate should he choose.  

I thought it was interesting however.

The visit was over way too soon as he had familial duties to attend to.  As did I.

No, that's not me, that's the Farrier.  The Paints are getting a pedicure.

 But I had fun.

Now.....Sarge?????  Austin Bergstrom is only 1+15 away.