A rambling account of an old soldier: anecdotes, jokes, poesy, & song

One time in the corn fields, my jeans got wet even though I had the translucent plastic coveralls. They were so uncomfortable, as the sun came up while we were detasselling, so I took 'em off. You could see my underwear through the plastic pants, but I didn't care, cause it was the corn fields, and anyway, no body could see through the underwear which was I think Hanes boxers. 1

Kinda like swim trunks, eh? 2

Some of the young folk were a tad disturbed though. Chalk that up I do, to Yankee puritanism. My opinion folks. That's it. 3

By the by, the company I worked for was White Pine, White Oaks, or something from Peoria, Illinois, or something like that, and they never paid me for the two days of temp work I did for them. I switched over to another crew and worked the rest of the season. But I never did get paid.4


Peace out.

Author notes

Within the web programme here, I will be compiling mémoirs, souvenirs, anecdotes from my life and study.

1. The translucent rain pants story was a response to a question by a young lady named Jess:

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080322160253AABwSQK&r=w&pa=FZptHWf.BGRX3OFPgTJXWK4uGp22YWBmgfx6qEUrYTnZovy2tg--&paid=answered#ErBxXUHLV3a8mh_gw8Zl

I encourage you to think with your own right mind. Speak your honest point of view. Don't worry about how I will take what you have to say. Speak frankly. Thank you.

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