Blast from the Past–Bad Ass

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I reckon this to be sometime in the fall of 1974.  It was during the Barstow to Las Vegas dirt bike race in which my pal Rod Headlee was competing.  This was at a gas stop in some desolate desert burg after the race had started. We were on our way to meet the riders at the finish line in Vegas.  The handsome dude in shades and hat would be me, the guy in the middle with the wild hair is my brother Greg.  The rude guy with his finger extended?  A friend of a friend whose name is lost to history.  I also have no idea who snapped the photo, but it was with my 110 Instamatic Kodak…

Worst case scenarios…

Things have been pretty quiet here on the Korean peninsula.  Maybe too quiet.  Although there was a slight thrill Sunday morning.  I’m laying on the couch watching Season 4 of House when all the sudden this air raid siren goes off.  At first I thought it was coming from the TV, but that didn’t make sense.  So, I get up and go to the balcony looking for incoming artillery but it all seemed normal outside.  After a couple of minutes the siren stopped.  I’m told that Sunday was the Korean memorial day.  Well, geez.  I can think of better ways to recognize fallen war heroes than blasting an alarm during a period when tensions are running high with the whacko’s up north.  Ah well.

Anyway, Popular Mechanics  brings us the three things to fear should war break out in Korea.  Oddly enough, my dying is not among them (although I guess that is implied).

1.  North Korea already knows our war plan.  Hmm, no surprise there.  This country is thick with spies and hackers.  ROKDrop has a post up about the female spies who trade sex for secrets, like Won Jeong-hwa:

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She’s no Natasha, but…

2. North Korea uses its vast chemical weapon arsenal.  Well, I do have a USFK-issued gas mask in the closet.  Maybe I’ll even be at home if I ever need it.

3.  Flash floods become weapons.  Well, I’m kinda up on a hill, so of the three scenarios this is the one I could most likely “live” with the best.

Anyway, in all seriousness I’m not worried. Much.

80 days to go.