Showing posts with label spooks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spooks. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

you understand...spooks

The other night, yes after 33 years on the planet, I was talking to a man who seemed to fully understand my sentence: "My dad used to run spooks."
He told me to tell my father thank-you, because he wouldn't be alive as a high-calibur person if it weren't for some of the work my father did.This stranger who said thanks is a competant engineer/builder/marksman/beyond master-diver, etc.

Everyone else just thinks I'm crazy.