Rat Patrol in the Buick Electra

Marra B. Gad For one night...and one night only, I will be in Palo Alto on Monday, 1 February! My meeting schedule won't allow for me to get to SF, but I would love it if you and Michelle will come to PA for dinner :) XO!
Yesterday at 7:52am · Comment · Like · See Wall-to-Wall

Rich Cleland sounds like a plan. Michelle doesn't get off work on mondays until 5 so it would have to be around 8 or something for dinner. work?
Yesterday at 9:30am ·

Marra B. Gad That is actually perfect, as I have a 5:30 meeting. SO excited!!
Yesterday at 9:40am ·

Rich Cleland are you here yet? are you here yet? how 'bout now? how 'bout now?
about an hour ago ·

Marra B. Gad If I have to pull the plane over, you're going to be in big trouble young man...
about an hour ago ·

Rich Cleland hehe. I think the last time my dad said that to me, he was driving down highway 169 in our lime green tank of a buick electra from '75 or something. The car was deathly quiet and the road was pitch black and empty. I was in the back leaning over the front bench seat, draping my arms over, filling the gap between my parents.

But really i was streaming across the deserts of North Africa manning the machine gun mount of our jeep from Rat Patrol. Out of nowhere, Jerry came streaking across the dune ahead of us. It was more reflex than intent. I sighted and squeezed the trigger hard in my outstretched hands. My gun responded with a steady roar as I emptied the belt. tckthckt tchcthtk chtkchtkchkchkchtktchchthchthththchthc flowed as my teeth-smacked tongue unleashed its practiced furry into the night, and my dad's sleepy ear.

Startled but uninjured, my father engaged the evasive maneuvers and that lumbering tub swayed away from and then back to our empty lane in the empty night. "What the hell is wrong with you, boy?" he said as I snapped back to physical reality. "Don't make me have to come back there for you!"

I tried to explain about the patrol, my training, and the Jerries, but he told me to just sit back and start counting mile markers. Then after four or five, he added, "Silently, damn it!"

Marra B. Gad Oh my darling....your genius and creativity have long been under- appreciated. Love from Mile Marker 18.....