My son, who is stationed at Ft. Wainwright in Alaska, pulled staff desk duty last night. This meant he had to man the staff desk for 24 hours straight from 9AM on December 24th to 9AM on December 25th.
I asked Johnny if this were some kind of punishment, and he said no, everybody has to do it once every six months.
I texted him to say, "Keep your eyes peeled. This is the first time you've ever stayed up all night Christmas Eve, so you should be able to see Santa Claus -- especially since Fairbanks isn't all that far from his home.
Johnny texted back, "No one's made that joke to me yet. You are the very first."
Oh well.
Surefire cure for an out of control ego: have a child.
Addendum, a couple hours later: We just got off the phone with Johnny. My wife asked Johnny if he'd seen Santa. Johnny's answer: "Yeah, I saw him. I had to shoot him, actually, 'cause he didn't have clearance to be on the base. We buried him out back."
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Your son is pretty clever. Should he be writing his own blog?
He is pretty clever, actually, and he's quicker than me. But he's too lazy to write his own blog.
Hear that Johnny?
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