This is Miller, my other* old photographer from the 26th Marine Expeditionary Unit. Eason, and Miller and I all went down to Daytona Beach's beach today. We were all in Kandahar, Afghanistan together shortly after 9-11. Miller has gotten married, picked up sergeant, and re-enlisted since the last time I talked to him. He and Eason went on another float together after I got out and the unit went to Northern Iraq and Liberia. He'll be stationed in Hawaii with his wife Sandy for the next three years.
*see yesterday's post
This is my old friend Eason and his buddy Frank. Eason was one of my photographers while I was in the 26th Marine Expeditionary Unit. Frank was a photographer with Combat Camera at Camp Lejeune. They're both start majoring in photography at Daytona Beach Community College in a couple weeks.
Today I tried to tie together some loose-end photo assignments ... It didn't work. I received permission to shoot a hospital's dietician from their public relations office, but never got a call back from the dietician. Also, I'm in frickin' Florida and I can't find a Honda jet ski anywhere! (It has to be a Honda.)
Today my niece Carol, who received her drivers license less than a week ago, drove me around all over the place. We were in and out all day. At one point we had to evacuate my mom from her house to my sister's because of local tornado touchdowns. After that, but before we drove to a DSL internet cafe in Ocala I had to send a CD of photos to LA. I called the post office in near-by Belleview. "We close at 1 o'clock," said the lady. When I got there a minute after 1pm she unlocked the door for me.
Today we got ready for the storm. Putting things away in sheds, taking lawn ornaments out of the ground, going to buy batteries, water, ice and Mike's Hard Lemonade. In the afternoon me and my older niece Becky decided to go to the liquor store for some beverages. When she got back she fixed herself and her husband Bill a drink. Bill drank about two sips before his cell phone rang ... it was his 1st Sergeant telling him their National Guard unit was activating. Bill is on his way to Orlando to help with looters (if there are any) and clean-up efforts. We are still here drinking beverages.
Hello friends! Today I had a great trip out of DC. Caught a taxi that smelt like urine ... I love those cabs. Had a nice flight down. I arrived just in time to see a good part of the region evacuated. The only hurricane I see here in Summerfield is my great-niece Reba.
Today we saw golf ball-sized hail in some parts of DC. I peeked my head out of Swing's Coffee Shop and saw these loyal customers and some brave Fairfax County school bus driver braving the hail on 17th St NW. These folks didn't actually come into the shop, but a regular wadded in and ordered a cup ... then realized he had forgotten his wallet. He gave the shop a verbal IOU and the sale was settled with the old form of credit, trust. It's nice to see human compassion in these modern days of iced coffee.
A long lost friend Paul is back in town. He came here to go to college and when he graduated he moved back to Costa Rica. We met Paul at "The Big Hunt" on Connecticut Ave. Aside from the "good ol' days" the main topic of conversation was how Paul recently broke his arm while surfing in Nicaragua. I had forgotten that Paul surfed. One thing I do remember about hanging out with Paul is that 10 out of 10 times I'll wake up with a hangover.
I went to watch the pre-season game tonight at my friends' place. Another friend Theo (pronounced Tao) showed up to watch the game. Theo knew I was actually there more for Maris's hot wings and less for the game. Theo wonders why I am not into football much, but especially the Redskins. "You like DC don't you?! I mean, look at your website ... full of DC," he added. I do find it exciting that Hall of Fame coach Joe Gibbs has come out of retirement to take control of the team he took to the Super Bowl four times, winning three.