Saturday, November 12, 2005

That which occurred

last Saturday that had been postponed.

Twenty-six started. Only ten, Da Kid (holding the Dalmation pup) one of them, completed.

Two day's before their graduation, their instructor's father died. He (on the left) insisted that the ceremony be held without him. They disagreed.

If the Chiefs insisted on having the graduation, they'd be having one without any graduates in attendance. They refused to graduate without him there.

It was postponed.

The Ten weren't supposed to have much less wear their dress shirts until after graduation.

Instead, she (the instructor on the right) shanghaied the "blank" shirts and sewed the patches to the sleeves at home, so they would have them to wear to the funeral.

Oh, and their badges, too.

Officially, Da Kid is 333. When I asked him why he wasn't 666 he explained that he's only the son of the Devil.

I'm sure he was talking about his father. Not me.

4 Comments:

Blogger pamibe said...

How wonderful! Congrats to your son as well as you and your hubby...! :)

8:06 AM  
Blogger Paula said...

Congrats to Da Kid!!!

10:43 AM  
Blogger Norma said...

When I read the Nov. 8 post, I thought you were MOB rushing to the wedding.

5:40 AM  
Blogger doyle said...

Thanks for the conga-rats.

No, no MOB for me. When Da Kid and Herself tie the knot, MIL-OB will be MORE than insane enough.

11:10 AM  

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