Tom, I usually subscribe for a freebie until I see the writer's posts for a bit, and then I pony up. Substack subscriptions are not expensive, although they can pile up if I take too many. It's good to be able to try before I buy. I have bailed on some after they haven't lived up to their promise (I tried one guy because he seemed to pro…
Tom, I usually subscribe for a freebie until I see the writer's posts for a bit, and then I pony up. Substack subscriptions are not expensive, although they can pile up if I take too many. It's good to be able to try before I buy. I have bailed on some after they haven't lived up to their promise (I tried one guy because he seemed to promise a focus on slide guitar, and then devoted several entries to rants about woke stuff. Go figure.)
I enjoy your mix of topics, the personal, cultural and political. I am less interested in airplane porn, but read your accounts of naval battles etc. avidly. When you cite your career in politics, that interests me a lot. Your posts about Jurate's passing and your feral family have touched my heart. I sometimes share the latter with a few cat lovers in my world.
This is a roundabout way of saying that the odd post that doesn't turn my crank is not going to cause me to unsubscribe. You and I are part of the same generation, grew up experiencing many of the same life-changing events; our biggest difference is that I drew a very lucky number in the first draft lottery, and didn't have to deal with Vietnam. Ironically, when the lottery was held, I was in a VW Beetle, traveling from Boston, where I went to university, to San Francisco. I had some clothes, a guitar, stereo, and two cats and their litter box. My travel partner had been bounced from the Navy after telling his skipper that he was experiencing acid flashbacks. For that, he was put in a locked ward at the Chelsea Naval Base Hospital for a month, and then given a general discharge. (The next 6 sailors who tried the same thing were thrown in the brig.)
From San Francisco, I made my way to Vancouver, where I was chasing a girl, and have lived here happily for the past 53 years. The America I knew growing up in New Joisey is unrecognizable to me. I watch with a Canadian perspective now, and feel great sadness at what I see.
You are one of the good guys, Tom, and I am glad to help support you!
I love your story Terry. My first car was a 55 VW Beetle. It had the turn signals that popped up from the side between the front passenger and rear window and blinked. I loved that car. Many trips over the Santa Cruz Mountains in that little bug.
Tom, I usually subscribe for a freebie until I see the writer's posts for a bit, and then I pony up. Substack subscriptions are not expensive, although they can pile up if I take too many. It's good to be able to try before I buy. I have bailed on some after they haven't lived up to their promise (I tried one guy because he seemed to promise a focus on slide guitar, and then devoted several entries to rants about woke stuff. Go figure.)
I enjoy your mix of topics, the personal, cultural and political. I am less interested in airplane porn, but read your accounts of naval battles etc. avidly. When you cite your career in politics, that interests me a lot. Your posts about Jurate's passing and your feral family have touched my heart. I sometimes share the latter with a few cat lovers in my world.
This is a roundabout way of saying that the odd post that doesn't turn my crank is not going to cause me to unsubscribe. You and I are part of the same generation, grew up experiencing many of the same life-changing events; our biggest difference is that I drew a very lucky number in the first draft lottery, and didn't have to deal with Vietnam. Ironically, when the lottery was held, I was in a VW Beetle, traveling from Boston, where I went to university, to San Francisco. I had some clothes, a guitar, stereo, and two cats and their litter box. My travel partner had been bounced from the Navy after telling his skipper that he was experiencing acid flashbacks. For that, he was put in a locked ward at the Chelsea Naval Base Hospital for a month, and then given a general discharge. (The next 6 sailors who tried the same thing were thrown in the brig.)
From San Francisco, I made my way to Vancouver, where I was chasing a girl, and have lived here happily for the past 53 years. The America I knew growing up in New Joisey is unrecognizable to me. I watch with a Canadian perspective now, and feel great sadness at what I see.
You are one of the good guys, Tom, and I am glad to help support you!
I love your story Terry. My first car was a 55 VW Beetle. It had the turn signals that popped up from the side between the front passenger and rear window and blinked. I loved that car. Many trips over the Santa Cruz Mountains in that little bug.
Thanks very much Terry.
very, very well said Terry.