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He died in 1982 of congestive heart failure and blood clots in his legs. He was in the Marines, and because his last name began with the letter "B" he was chosen to be a tail gunner in a dive bomber.

The g-forces exerted on him from being a tail gunner destroyed the arteries in his legs, and greatly contributed to his death in 1982. I was a pall berror at his funeral.

Mike

Ohh, that was so sad! I hate to see some people dead almost everyday!

I was saddened to read what you just posted about him.

IT was very sad, but at least his suffering ended. He was in a lot of pain when he died.

Mike

That's terrible!

Anyways, I am so glad to see new summer this year! I really can't wait to say good-bye to cold weather! Cold begone! Begone!

Today, when I walked outside to look around and I saw some grasses are turning pretty green... Spring is coming soon!

Over here spring is a long time away. Just yesterday it was snowing like crazy. And the other day we had a snowday!

Gosh! Honestly, I do really hate the cold weather! Even, the snow too! I really don't know why... I love summer because of swimming and a lot of fun better than having fun in the cold weather.

Summer tim can be hot and humid, but Winter time can be inconvenient. I drive 38 miles each way to work every day, and when there's ice and snow, it's 'white nuckle' all the way down I-55. But at any rate, I really do want to get my motorcycle out and running again, which I will do as soon as the roads are safe to ride on and the temps get just a little warmer.

I have a feeling, though, that we are going to have one hellish hot Summer this year.

Mike

Today I really miss summer because it is only 34 degrees outside.

We have not been above freezing since before Christmas, but it's supposed to get above 40 this Sunday. I'll believe it when I see it.

Where I live, the weather is very "iffy" between late October and early May. In April it could be 85 degrees one week and snowing the next. One time we had 14 inches of snow on the 18th of April, and the school where I work was closed. 5 days later it was 75 degrees and there was no sign it ever snowed.

Back in the spring of 2001, I got up one morning. It was April 1st (April Fools Day) It was rather mild a morning in the 50s, so I decided to hop on the motorcycle to get the bulb inmy head light replaced. I drove to Joliet, and it was pretty nice riding. I got to the motorcycle shop, and is started getting a little colder and is started to cloud up. I got my bulb, replace the old one so I would be "leagal," because in Illinois, motorcycles must have lights on at all ti mes while being driven, and it got just a little more cloudy and a little colder, but nothing that I couldn't handle. I stopped at burger king for lunch, the sky got a little darker and it got a little colder still, but still nothing too hairy. I stopped for gas, the temps were cold enough I had toput gloves on, and after I paid for the gas it started in just a very light snow flurry, but I figured it was not so bad, so I headed down the road. As I continued to drive the snow got worse and worse. By the time I was 5 miles outside fo Dwight, my home town, it was a raging blizzard. When I finaly pulled into the aly where my garage was I was covered in snow, and my neighbors thought I was totaly insane.

I guess God does like to play "Aprils Fools" jokes from time to time.

Mike

I've been caught up in bad weather on a bike too.

Nothing says 'holy cr*p' like ice and 2 wheels.

Amen to that. And to boot, I was on Interstate 55, north of Dwight. There were these big trucks passingme on the left and splahsing all kinds of crud from the road into my face. It was freezing cold, and the tiniest miscalsulation on my part would cause the bike to start drifting towards the truck or towards the ditch. As I was exiting the Interesate, I was truely on the horns of a dilema, because it was up hill, I knew better then to lock my wheels, and I PRAYED there was no oncomming traffic, because I did not want to stop. Yes, I blew a stop sign, because I knew that if I did stop, I might not get going again.

That was the scariest white-knuckle ride I ever took, and I do NOT want to do it again.

Mike