A Picture of Fred

[Dragon Lady]

Here is a picture of the first plane I was assigned to at Dover.
Isn't it a beauty?!
DL

[Keith_Hixson]

And thought I'd see Medic Fred's smiley face.
Boy what a disappointment.
I guess thats what I get for thinking.

Keith :D

[revwardoc]

DL,

I remember the time at Norton when we had a C-141 up on jacks in a hangar to correct a landing gear problem. We had the gear up and both the front and rear hangar doors was open. I took a picture of it with one of the guys leaning out the pilot's window, waving. I had the photo blown up and the jacks air-brushed out so it looks like it was flying through the hangar. I'm gonna have to try to find it somewhere in my "junk drawer" archives and post it.

[Dragon Lady]

Dan,
That would be awesome! I would love to see it. The spoofs are the best.

[SparrowHawk62]

Man oh man them things is ugly!

[Dragon Lady]

Jealous. :-)

[SparrowHawk62]

Originally posted by Dragon Lady Jealous. :-)

Heck no! I can see plenty of these ugly things with just a hop, skip and a jump down the road. Or when there's something I want to watch on the TV!

Dover, looks like a pretty good Duty Station. My folks are down by Rehoboth Beach, so I drive through Dover AFB on my way down there.

There is also an air strip near Geroge Town with a very large bunch of C-130's! Now there's a good looking bird!

[BLUEHAWK]

DL -

I had a wonderful dog named FRED... loved that beast... German Shorthair.

Fred came to my house in New Mexico, and refused to leave... brutish fiend!

Freddie died of a heart failure about a year+ ago, fifty yards from my farm house, took me five days to find his rotted corpse in the heat... he was afraid I was gonna leave him... cuz I had ta go to work without him that day... :q:

[revwardoc]

Bluehawk,

I had a cat named Fred. He weighed 16# and was quite a handful. Sometimes I'd put on oven mitts and wrestle with him. He loved it! One day I noticed that he had lost some weight (it was kinda hard to tell since he was a longhair). I took him to the vet and found out he had cancer. We agreed that it would be best for him if we put him down, so we did. Funny thing was, whenever he wanted to go out he'd scratch at the door. For three days after he died, I heard some scratching at the front door. There was nothing there but I opened it and "let him go". I haven't heard the scratching since.

[Dragon Lady]

I once dated a guy named Fred. He wouldn't leave either! I had to call my brothers to escort him to the street.

Dan,
That was his way of saying "see ya later". I still feel Kit landing on the foot of my bed. And Dumb-Kitty, still chases Kit through the house. I loved Kit, he was a huge (solid muscle) 20 lb-er. One of those special cats that is just way too intelligent for his own good. He loved to play mind games like suddenly turn and stare right above your head. Naturally we would look up thinking to see some spider dropping from the ceiling only to find nothing there. You look back at the cat and he has this smug look on his face. He always knew if you were sad, or sick. He would lay on my chest when I was sick. I never new if he was trying to keep the sickness away or smother me.
He was only 8 years old when we came home one afternoon to find that he had suffered a heart attack. My poor husband didn't know what to do with me. It was the only time in my life I ever became hysterical.
Funny how the furries latch onto your heart, eh?
DL