The Battle Of The Shirts

Here are the contestants. Having survived the Battle Of The Atlantic in WWII, I recently became engaged in The War Of The Shirts. On the left is Shirt No. 1. My daughter, (the one who is wont to rant), told me that if she saw me wearing Shirt No. 1 again she would rip it off my back. (her exact words, I swear). I could see nothing wrong with the shirt. After all, it did everything a shirt is supposed to do. (cover the naked torso). And as for the style, does it differ much from Shirt No. 2? I think not. Having grown up in the dirty thirties, and, living up to traditional Scottish frugality, I like to get full value for my money.

However, fearing violence, I hied to the nearest haberdasherie. We don't have a Moores in Yarmouth so I went to Walmart, Zellers, and finally settled on Marks Work Wearhouse where I purchased Shirt No. 2. (and a pair of pants), displayed on the right.

Does it matter that Shirt No. 1 is 27 years old? My daughter thinks so. Do you?

Iceland, Then and Now

For several years I have comtemplated revisiting Iceland, where I served during the war. The pictures indicate the changes that have occurred over the past 63 years.

This the cemetery where nine of my squadron mates are buried. All the graves in this plot are of casualties of British Commonwealth nations, including Canada. Several crew members of HMCS Skeena died while their ship was working out of Reykjavik. It is tended for the Commonwealth War Graves Commission.

This is the same spot in December, 1944. Notice the lack of trees at that time. I marched in that parade. It was a very blustery day, as indicated by the snow covered uniforms of the honour guard.

Iceland

Living up to his name, Traveling Man visited Iceland, 63 years after doing wartime service there with the RCAF. This view was taken from the water storage facility for the City of Reykjavik, mounted on a hill alongside the airport. It was taken by Ragnar Ragnarsson, a friend I had met on the Internet. In the background is the airport from which our squadron operated. From a restaurant at the top there is an unlimited view in all directions.
My trip to Iceland proved to be even better than my expectations. Ragnar and I spent an entire afternoon together. He took me to all the places I wanted to see and gave me a tour of the city and surrounding area. Although there is nothing left of our wartime camp site, remembered by Americans as Camp Kitcherbellaikin, and renamed camp Maple Leaf when we took it over from them, I took some pictures at the cemetery nearby where nine of our Squadron casualties are buried.
My visit ended with a bang. I didn't expect to be treated to a 6.3 scale earthquake. However, I was already at the Keflavik airport waiting for my departure time, and the tremor there was barely noticeable. In fact, I didn't know until I got home that the quake had happened.

Reykjavik

Myhome away from home.

Pigout, 24 May 2008

Chef JG preparing the feast with some choice T-bones.

The grill is hot and on go the steaks.

Test from Laptop

Test from Laptop

Prettiest Cat

Here's my entry in the prettiest cat contest. Buddy, eat your heart out.

Who else has a cat with a cute tuft in the middle of its head like this one.