November 19, 2009

Whatís a Thursday without a Three?

Hmm? Whatís that? You donít understand what Iím saying?!

Well, first of all, thatís because Iím not saying anything, Iím writing it.

And second, actually, Iím not even doing that, since I donít blog anymore.

But by way of backstory, here at Possumblog back when it was fully funct (and not defunct as it is now), we (the editorial we) and our (again, editorially) vast swarm of readers would take every Thursday and engage in a bit of alliterative memery, namely, the Thursday Three. Three (or more) probing, insightful questions would be proffered by the editorial staff writers, and readers would chime in with their very own answers to said questions. By doing so, we (collectively) could all learn what made each other tick (or how we got ticks) and revel in each others virtual companionship.

Believe it or not, at one time the Thursday Three was the most widely-read and participated-in, weekly day-of-the-week meaningless Internet meme in the entire world. (You shouldnít believe that.)

Sadly, though, as occasionally happens with such things, the fun came to a screeching halt on August 1, 2007 when I was getting ready to take on my new job and pretty much lost the free time I once had to sit around and piddle and maunder. Since that time, I have completely never blogged ever again--not even a single post. With the exception (maybe) of the last Thursday Three on August 9, 2007.

So, why am I posting something now?

Iím not. Since I donít blog anymore, this canít be a blog post.

However, my good friend Jim Smith (his real name) mentioned heíd like to see something like the olí T-3 from Possumblog again. You know, it being that his 60th birthday is coming up this Saturday. Not that thereís any pressure.

Geez--nothing like a load of GUILT to make you heave a heavy sigh and grudgingly grab your keyboard and knock together a quick simulacrum of a quiz to give all both of my remaining readers something to do for several minutes. And celebrate Jimbo's SIXTIETH BIRTHDAY! ICE CREAM AND PONIES AND CAKE!

But how to do this, since I no longer do this?

How about the Non-Thursday Non-Three!

Sounds good to me.

SO, take a moment to peruse the following non-three non-questions and either leave your answers in the comment section below, or a link to your blog (although itís been so long since Iíve done this, the idea of people having a blog is so early-21st Century that I should probably have some accommodation for you not-quite-as-early-21st Century Twitter people. Good thing I donít care about you like that.)

ANYwho--since weíre coming up on Thanksgiving, answer me these nonqueries:

1. What one person are you most thankful for this year?
2. What one thing are you most thankful for this year?
3. What one event are you most thankful for this year?

AND, as a big fat bonus unquestion:

4. So, howís it going? Howíve you been lately?

Okay, go off and figure those out. As for my answers...

1. Well, thereís always the one Iím always thankful for, Miss Reba. But if you exclude her (and understanding that you do so at your own peril) and other immediate family members, Iíd say Andrew Breitbart. Big Governmentís takedown of ACORN took some guts and savvy, and itís nice to have someone willing to out-Alinsky the Alinskyites. For those who have some sense of what classical liberalism means, itís heartening to see someone exposing illiberal utopian statists (thanks to Charles Austin for that apt turn of phrase!) for what they are. In what would have been an otherwise rather depressing political year, it has been a breath of fresh air.

2. Obviously, the one thing Iím most grateful for this year above others is having a job, and my wife having one, as well. And Rebecca and Ashley, too. I know people make fun of bureaucrats and their general level of uselessness (I know I do), but I do try to make sure that I actually do give the folks who pay my salary their moneyís worth. I really am thankful that I still have that opportunity.

3. Hmmm. Iíd say the fact that there are at least 12 people in the U.S. Northern District of Alabama who refused to be hoodwinked, bamboozled, led astray, or run amuck. What a sad, pitiful little tale. I'm glad it's over, and I'm heartened by the outcome.

4. Hey, thanks for asking! Itís busy in my little corner of the world, and Rebaís been even busier, and it all sorta blurs together and I lose track of time and what Iím doing. Thatís one of those things that was nice about blogging--it helped me keep track of what I did.

But you know what? I do know that lifeís good, and Iím thankful for it. All of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving and a happy Thursday before Thanksgiving. OH, and Doc Smith? Happy birthday, sir!

Posted by Terry Oglesby at 12:58 AM | Comments (22)

November 11, 2009

Veterans Day


Left to Right: Dale Crabtree; my dad, Alfred Oglesby; Herman Taylor
circa 1944, US Base 3115, Hollandia, New Guinea

My dad enlisted in the Navy and left Praco, Alabama at the age of 17. This is him astride his Harley Davidson, with his '41 Ford coupe in the background. Further in the background is Alabama.


He arrived at the Great Lakes training center on April 29, 1944. Sometime on the long train ride there, they had to stop because they'd run over a hobo on the tracks.

By the end of June 1944, there was a trip to Norfolk, then a long boat ride to the South Pacific.

Milne Bay, New Guinea is a long way from Praco.

He was assigned to the USS Amycus as part of its boat pool in August, then to the USS Blue Ridge, then the Henry T. Allen, and finally landed at Base 3115 in Hollandia.

This is a picture of him at the tiller of a whaleboat. He hated whaleboats. They were about as manueuverable as a whale.


New Guinea was full of exotic things, like grass skirts. Best worn with slippers and white crew socks, apparently.

grass skirt.jpg

The base at Hollandia had just been built when he got there. Not much time for tidiness, and burnt out Japanese planes where simply bulldozed off to the side of the runway.


After the defeat of Japan, he took a "Magic Carpet" ride aboard the USS Hancock to San Diego, came back home to Alabama, finished school, got married, and had two kids.

He passed on to the next life on July 30, 1984. I miss him, and wish I better remembered the stories he told me of his life.

To all veterans, a salute to you on this day for your service, and my thanks.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at 12:01 PM | Comments (4)