In case his sorry-butt self decides to come ambling over to my li'l site, everyone please say "hi" to Scout platoon leader Kenneth Vance Anthony, supporting the Psyops team (Psychological operations) over in Iraq.
Kenny and I were roommates in college, back in the 1800's. I haven't heard from this goob in over a year and a half, and suddenly, there's an email sitting in my Inbox from him.
Love 'im like a brother. Just like Cain loved Abel. [Kidding, man -- welcome back to my life. Take care, and come back stateside safely.]
And to scare the small children: here. I don't think I've seen anything this white in quite some time. Makes me feel like I got rhythm.