The execution phase of my plan for world domination starts T-F-D, that is, To-Day. I begin with a (hopefully) brief stop where it all began, on 16 June 1990… Camp Lejeune. I look forward to getting that old sinking feeling when I drive through the main gate.
(If any Op-Forians are there, drop me an email at vmijpp-at-hotmail-dot-com.)
More to follow.
UPDATE: I am here. I did indeed get that ol’ sinking feeling. Lejeune is the kind of base where you expect some general to leap out of the bushes, pull you over, and subject you to a snap uniform inspection. It always makes think of that Austin Lounge Lizards song, That Godforsaken Hell-Hole I Call Home:
“When I see that Welcome sign I shed a tear
Why have I come back again? What am I doin’ here??”
Hey BR,
I still listen to the Lizards and the Bad Livers! They aren;t as well accepted as Metal as work out music, but still serve the purpose
Look forward to seeing you if you head up this way