my dad last night was telling me the story of when he was in japan and how he had been in the jungle for over a year and they were in the hotel (him and two other guys) and they were on like the 5 floor...and they were looking out the window and the turned away form the window for a second and heard a backfire from a vehicle...and they all hit the floor...gunshy...
he said he was there for like 3 days and spent so much money cause everything was expensive. he called home to the states and it cost like 80$ for five minutes. in the 1960's...
he told a story of how he was on the search and rescue team for skamania county for a while and a 89yr old asian man was lost in the woods and my dad was the liason to the family even though they spoke little english. he was able to see that the family was antsy to do something so he arranged for them to go on part of the search...he called it a pacifistic search....meaning the search wasnt really helpful..it was in a area that they had already searched earlier, but they didnt want the family to get lost too, but to make them feel like they were doing something. He mentioned that they let him join in the lunch they brought and he described the rices balls, which you know im fascinated with.
(no subject)stupid leg cramps make me limp all day. HATE that. not to mention i think im sicker now that i hung out with my super sick dad. i start coughing and its all over for me. i will not cough!
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