Time On Your Hands?

Hack one.

Reminds me of when I was on duty at the Navy Air Logistics Office in New Orleans. There were times when it felt almost impossible to schedule a limited number of aircraft when an even greater number of VIPs needed them. These were Admirals people! They wanted to get somewhere and we didn't have what we needed to do it. Peacetime high pressure as I would call it now.

To ease the tension, Petty Officer John Riemenschnieder would pull out his plastic Mardi Gras cup with a fine assortment of dried chicken bones in it. "Shall we roll the bones and see what we should do, sir?" Of course we should. And of course we would.

"Riemy" got out of the Navy and pursued a civilian career working on and up in airplanes. We were sad to hear that one of those planes went down with that fine, funny and friendly man in it.

I recall too he called his Marlboro cigarettes "Cowboy Killers."