Early 1977. I was stationed at NAS Pensacola, Florida. (Yes, I was Air Force, but the technical training for my specialty for all services was provided by the Navy.) A Marine from New York, who just went by Brock and I never knew his full name, sometimes recited his poems to me as we sat over drinks at the enlisted club.Brock was fascinating, rebellious and creative and slightly insane, but also very much a Marine. When the Marines drilled on base, their leader would sing out the cadence in a way that sounded almost like yodelling. I used to nag Brock to yodel for me, when we walked back to the dorms, but he never would. For years…well, 27, to be exact…I remembered a bit of one of Brock’s poems. A waitress, saying wistfully, “I wish that I were beautiful…” And on impulse, I plugged what I could recall into google and discovered: Harry Chapin Lyrics :: A Better Place To Be. Brock didn’t write those poems he recited. And I don’t like the song.
- @KCLS Outstanding book, glad you're recommending it to others. I learned so much more about what really happened from it 1 week ago
- @NWSSeattle "Never been Sept w/more than 2 90+ days"...yet. Knock on wood. 2 weeks ago
- @Space_Station @ISS_Research they don't land on water?? That looked like a hard landing on dirt 3 weeks ago
- @Space_Station @ISS_Research waching on NasaTV - the parachute "breathes" like a jelly fish, very cool 3 weeks ago
- @lemay c'mon autumn! I'm looking forward to complaining about the cold instead of the hat 3 weeks ago