tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569049699726344002.post3636337489426179040..comments2023-08-23T05:20:54.207-05:00Comments on The Best of Times in a Moogie's World: Remembrance and ReflectionMoogie Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05665429537064900337noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569049699726344002.post-55139972548600343392010-09-13T13:02:40.509-05:002010-09-13T13:02:40.509-05:00Yeah... he was four, and he was more than a little...Yeah... he was four, and he was more than a little part of the conversation. As in "what kind of world is our son going to grow up in?" (Her rhetorical question, not mine.)Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569049699726344002.post-28779925296161334302010-09-13T08:23:57.066-05:002010-09-13T08:23:57.066-05:00Wow. Shock indeed. SN3 was pretty young then, hu...Wow. Shock indeed. SN3 was pretty young then, huh?Moogie Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05665429537064900337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569049699726344002.post-74520845642364545882010-09-12T15:47:30.553-05:002010-09-12T15:47:30.553-05:00An excellent piece, this. The first thing I thoug...An excellent piece, this. The first thing I thought of was the shopworn "lemons/lemonade" cliché and it DOES fit, sorta. Good On Ya for seeking out those volunteer opportunities, Moogie. The bonus of making friends is an added benefit.<br /><br />My most bizarre memory of that day? The Second Mrs. Pennington called me at work about three hours after the Towers fell to cry on my shoulder and ask what my plans were. You know a little bit of our story, so you can imagine my stupendous shock at that turn of events.Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569049699726344002.post-68668733173607357022010-09-12T08:48:49.581-05:002010-09-12T08:48:49.581-05:00Yeah. I was a little underwhelmed by the Hogs'...Yeah. I was a little underwhelmed by the Hogs' first half. Next up is Georgia -- and they're sure to have a little bit of a chip on their shoulders! LSU was a little flat, too. <br /><br />We shall see!Moogie Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05665429537064900337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569049699726344002.post-81983621458178454762010-09-12T08:27:02.192-05:002010-09-12T08:27:02.192-05:00Your Hogs are lookin' pretty sporty. I can...Your Hogs are lookin' pretty sporty. I can't wait for them to play a football team, though.<br /><br />Just sayin'...<br /><br />LSU's about in the same boat...shoulda' lost to NC, and caught a breather against Vandy. We'll see when the real games fire up, I guess.Andyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10945901944078164054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569049699726344002.post-22801692183599246662010-09-12T08:24:24.651-05:002010-09-12T08:24:24.651-05:00Your #3 sounds like my cousin. We all share a com...Your #3 sounds like my cousin. We all share a common human reaction to that day. And today, we fly our flags and burn candles in the windows and go on.<br /><br />I always get so <i>anxious</i> in early September. I'm ready for football to "take me away, Calgon."Moogie Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05665429537064900337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569049699726344002.post-13489055456635655112010-09-12T07:40:33.580-05:002010-09-12T07:40:33.580-05:00Good piece, Moogie. I'm late to the prom, but...Good piece, Moogie. I'm late to the prom, but glad I finally showed up. Yes, we do indeed all remember every moment of that day.<br /><br />I won't bore you with my story, but it is similar with my older children in college, etc. The younger boys were here. I had just dropped #4 son off at preschool. When I went back to collect him a few hours later the ladies were sitting on a couch watching TV, crying. The owner of the school came to me asking for a hug. Pam was at home reading the Bible, and crying. I was trying to keep a stiff upper lip.<br /><br />#3 son was the one I worried most about. He is well on his path to being an officer in the Army one day...serving in The Reserves now (as you know). Things certainly have changed since then. I'm happy for you that you turned that tragedy in to something fulfilling.<br /><br />You're good folks. Thanks for your remembrances.Andyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10945901944078164054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569049699726344002.post-75878970669774849412010-09-11T21:06:50.220-05:002010-09-11T21:06:50.220-05:00Awww -- thanks, Scott! We do try to project the S...Awww -- thanks, Scott! We do try to project the Southern Lady. And that dinged scab keeps fighting to heal.Moogie Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05665429537064900337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569049699726344002.post-65874625628823632852010-09-11T18:09:28.798-05:002010-09-11T18:09:28.798-05:00Naw - that scab still gets dinged occasionally - b...Naw - that scab still gets dinged occasionally - but overall we're still managin' to heal.<br /><br />BTW - In case no one has told you recently, I really get the sense that Moogie P is a class act. I'm just sayin'.Scott McCrayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16877687745976180488noreply@blogger.com