Railroad Ties
Sometimes when you drive around Vacaville you can see where the railroads used to be. I know most of them from when they were actually here, back in 1975 or whatever, riding out to the saddle club at Travis with my grandparents. They were everywhere, along Elmira, down by the Prison, and what we know as the bike trail.
Sometimes I think of my old friends this way. A lot of people just vanish from my life, day after day, and as I get older, fewer come in to take their place. Still, these old friends call out from everywhere, the natural foods isle in the grocery store, old school notebooks that I have moved what seems like a hundred times, and even the bike trail. They call out to be remembered, but I will most likely never see them again.
Speaking of the past... My grandfather kept quite a large collection of photos from his time in World War II and Korea. I found all of these awards signed by Generals and Colonels you see on the history channel now. My grandmother has pictures of all of them, all of the flight crews, the wives, the planes. One of my grandfathers planes was named "Fujigmo". I looked it up on the internet and according to the 19th bomb groups web page, it stood for "Fuck yoU Jack I Got My Orders!" oh man, makes politcal correctness seem like a load of crap! How could you NOT need something that funny in a time of war? My grandfather simply titled the picture of the nose art "The Fickle Finger". I saw no mention of that on the 19th bomb groups web page, and when I wrote them an e-mail, they guys address didn't work. I can only imagine, he has probably passed on like so many of them, my grandfather included, out there somewhere amongst the railroad ties.
Sometimes when you drive around Vacaville you can see where the railroads used to be. I know most of them from when they were actually here, back in 1975 or whatever, riding out to the saddle club at Travis with my grandparents. They were everywhere, along Elmira, down by the Prison, and what we know as the bike trail.
Sometimes I think of my old friends this way. A lot of people just vanish from my life, day after day, and as I get older, fewer come in to take their place. Still, these old friends call out from everywhere, the natural foods isle in the grocery store, old school notebooks that I have moved what seems like a hundred times, and even the bike trail. They call out to be remembered, but I will most likely never see them again.
Speaking of the past... My grandfather kept quite a large collection of photos from his time in World War II and Korea. I found all of these awards signed by Generals and Colonels you see on the history channel now. My grandmother has pictures of all of them, all of the flight crews, the wives, the planes. One of my grandfathers planes was named "Fujigmo". I looked it up on the internet and according to the 19th bomb groups web page, it stood for "Fuck yoU Jack I Got My Orders!" oh man, makes politcal correctness seem like a load of crap! How could you NOT need something that funny in a time of war? My grandfather simply titled the picture of the nose art "The Fickle Finger". I saw no mention of that on the 19th bomb groups web page, and when I wrote them an e-mail, they guys address didn't work. I can only imagine, he has probably passed on like so many of them, my grandfather included, out there somewhere amongst the railroad ties.
nick42:
thanks!
greggster:
The SGSAC crew tends to hang out at the Press Club downtown in Sacramento on the weekends if you would like stop in a meet a few of us.