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On this June 5th, I remember Jim Dishroon, WWII Paratrooper, my friend, fellow skydiver who died several years ago. He was one of those brave paratroopers who jumped behind enemy lines on the night before D Day. I think when I knew Jim he weighed about 100 lbs, if that. I don't know his story of what he did after jumping out of the C-47 Dakota, but a friend of mine said Jim once said the "Germans were shooting at us while we were coming down under parachute." Or words to that effect. I jumped a bit with Jim (he didn't jump too often). Jim drove an old Volkswagon (Hmmnn.. never asked him about that), chain smoked, pretty salty guy. He got his JOE (Jumpers Over Eighty) patch and I sewed all of his patches on his parachute container. Sides - flap- everywhere. After he died his son gave me his old helmet, gloves, dirt alert, goggles, etc. He was the real deal. I still have the stuff. Here's to Jim Dishroon. The real deal.

<< A couple were golfing one day on a very, very exclusive golf course, lined with million dollar houses. On the third tee the husband said, "Honey, be very careful when you drive the ball - don't knock out any windows. It'll cost us a fortune to fix." The wife teed up and shanked it right through the window of the biggest house on the course. The husband cringed and said, "I told you to watch out for the houses! All right, let's go up there, apologize and see how much this is going to cost." They walked up, knocked on the door, and heard a voice say, "Come on in." They opened the door and saw glass all over the floor and a broken bottle lying on its side in the foyer. A man on the couch said, "Are you the people that broke my window?" "Uh, yeah. Sorry about that." the husband replied. "No, actually I want to thank you - I'm a genie that was trapped for a thousand years in that bottle. You've released me. I'm allowed to grant three wishes - I'll give you each one wish, and I'll keep the last one for myself." "OK, great!" the husband said. "I want a million dollars a year for the rest of my life." "No problem - it's the least I could do. And you, what do you want?" the genie said, looking at the wife. "I want a house in every country of the world," she said. "Consider it done." the genie replied. "And what's your wish, genie?" the husband asked. "Well, since I've been trapped in that bottle, I haven't had sex with a woman in a thousand years. My wish is to sleep with your wife." The husband looks at the wife and said, "Well, we did get a lot of money and all those houses, honey. I guess I don't care." (And neither did the wife.) The genie took the wife upstairs and ravished her for two hours. After it was over, the genie rolled over, looked at the wife, and said, "How old is your husband, anyway?" "35." she replied. "And he still believes in genies? That's amazing..." >>

Must explain your confusion between BUNS and GUNS. Try sticking to the point.

You're the kind of driver who the rumble strips on highways were designed for.

Tell that to these people: Toronto Shooting During NBA Victory Celebration Most Recent Mass Shooting at Church in British Colombia, CA Canada's Gun-Related Homicide Rate Hits Its Highest Level in 25 Years Again and again and over and over. . .

I don’t take your comment the wrong way at all. I’m all about downsizing appropriately and safely. I am completely aware that I have no business jumping this rig any time soon. I’m really just trying to set myself up to have my own gear that I’m happy with once I get quite a few more jumps under my belt. I had planned on continuing to rent for a while and work on my canopy piloting skills as much as possible over the next couple seasons. To be completely honest I have no desire to fly this katana 107. I got ahead of myself buying gear a while back before I was more educated in the sport. Expensive mistake yes but now I know better. I have a second rig at my dz right now getting inspected by the rigger before I pull the trigger on it so I’ll hopefully be in the sky with my own (appropriately sized) gear soon. Don’t worry about sounding like a dick when you’re keeping people safe. I appreciate the feedback

> speed stare demonstrations. Yeah, those were pretty intense. Some of those guys could stare at you for over 2 hours in less than 8 seconds. I really liked the C-130. I seem to remember each engine having over 4,000 horsepower, and with just 50 or 60 people instead of serious cargo they took off and climbed like they were practically empty. And I remember the excitement of standing on that giant tailgate, with my toes hanging over the edge, looking back at Stan Hicks spotting out of the side door talking to the pilot with what looked just like an ordinary telephone, waiting for his left arm to drop. Those are strong memories even after all this time.