The body loaded, the slow, in grandmaw, drive of 2 miles to the cemetary and riding in the passanger side, a retired major general that was a good friend of the deceased. We had to provide a ladder to get him into the truck as his eighties and was in his dress blues.
The old truck preformed great and the funeral was a typical military funeral with exception of my truck.
I left the funeral at 1030 hours and went over to my high school, where I teach and got out of the class A and put on jeans and a tee shirt for the 25 mile drive home. Man I was dead last night after getting old Betty Boop undressed and put in the shop to bed.
What a day, something I will always remember. I sure hope the photos come out. It is the first time I have used my wifes digital camera and those fancy computer operated cameras are out of my league. I am used to the old Kodak Brownie.
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