Understand when we want some fresh fried catfish this is our go-to ride. It was our first 80-degree day in in a while and in August in Tennessee you don't get very many of these. So it was time to celebrate with a motorcycle ride and a catfish dinner.
As we watch the barge traffic go by and eat Mississippi farm-raised catfish on the Cumberland River, it is hard to imagine that life can be
any better. There is nothing better
than knowing your place in the world, being able to see how all the pieces
fit. I know that I have accomplished more than some
and less than others. I am fine with all
that. My life is more than OK.
After dinner, we were standing outside the restaurant an
elderly man drove up in his Lincoln continental. When I say elderly I have to say more elderly
than me. He jumped out of his car and said,
“Did you jump out of Airplanes?” He
must have seen my army unit patches sewn on to my motorcycle vest, seeing that
we are brother paratroopers. Yes I said, “At Ft. Bragg with the 82nd”. He then proudly stated I jumped at Ft. Campbell. You could see him reliving old memories in his
expression. It is an honor to be a
member of this airborne fraternity. I
find that I am relieving those great memories myself lately.
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