re: #333 Quoth the raven, Covfefe.

Don’t apologize, it was an entertaining look back on a sordid past. Memories of the purity culture and my dad cleaning his bolt-action rifle in the front room when my sister’s now-husband came over. It does give a really creepy vibe when you view it from a jealous dad’s perspective.

Wife and I came in at the end of that era. After one tense fried chicken dinner I (Spec4) asked him (Master SGT) for permission to marry. I knew I had to ask, he knew he had to grant it.