Space & animal savers & Pearl Harbor in ?63

If the Green-Peacers had their way there would be no industrial parks, subdivisions or commercial developments.
The world would be nothing but weeds, vines, trees, swamps and the nonhuman living things that enjoy that kind of life. Some of these people are pushing for taxes to buy land to stop over development of land, thus filling open, green space.
Then, of course, when they are successful and all the land is taken off the tax roll they will complain their taxes are too high. Public, government owned parks don’t pay taxes they rely on taxes.
The Green-Peacers are the same, or direct descendants of the save-all-living-things people.
It’s these people I’m questioning, and at the same time congratulating on their success in not only saving the mosquitos, but in getting them to multiply to enormous numbers in the year 2004.
Those buzzing buzzards have most of the populace up in arms . . . flaying arms, that is. We’re going to have home-trained swat teams ready when the need arises.
I do wonder, though, if some of these save-all-living-things people don’t have second thoughts and are thinking of picketing and interrupting production in Raid, Off and Backwoods Cutter making facilities instead of climbing a tree and living in it for decades.
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I’ll start this repeat like the very old and long-retired Detroit Free Press columnist Jim Fitzgerald, ‘And then I wrote:? and he’d add the date.
My, ‘And then I wrote? date is October 9, 1963.
I was in Honolulu and Pearl Harbor for three weeks during World War II, but I couldn’t tell you one thing about the place.
I had been a naughty boy between Panama and the Islands and was confined to the ship. Something about insubordination and direct disobedience of orders.
Just because officers didn’t think Arthur Roy, of Saginaw, and I should be playing chess in the signal light cubicle on the smoke stack while other members of the crew were chipping paint and having a clean sweep down for and aft.
In the end, perhaps our confinement to the ship was worth it because we never put on report again, though we played chess on the same smoke stack nearly every day. Anyway, I got off the ship only three times in Hawaii. Once when I told the officer of the deck I had a tooth ache and the only dentist was attached to the island base. This wasn’t easy. I still have never had a tooth ache.
One other time most of the crew was ashore playing baseball near some pineapple plantation and I volunteered to help take beer to them. A sailor couldn’t play ball without a beer. I guess.
The other time I volunteered to patrol boat duty. Imagine. Patrolling just off the docks at Honolulu. Anything to keep idle hands busy. Well, we kept busy.
The crew confiscated some pineapples on a barge and tossed them up on deck to keep other hands busy.
It was almost a relief to take to the sea again even though we were loaded with 5-inch shells and headed out to supply our troops in Okinawa.