More on Ike

    I wasn't really feeling the blog last night so I kind of gave Ike short shrift. Here's three things I learned about him.
     He enjoyed driving an electric car that had a top speed of 19 miles an hour and a range of 13 (or maybe it was the other way around).
    He made his bones as commander of Camp Colt which housed 10,000 soldiers near Gettysburg. His deft handling of the Spanish Flu epidemic of 1918 helped forge his reputation.
     In 1919 he was part of a military convoy that traveled from Washington, DC, to San Francisco and took an agonizing 62 days. As president, his support of the transcontinental highway system shortened that time considerably.
    I always feel better when I have shared useless information. Emma is packed and we are off to Denver. Up, up, and away.

Precious

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  1. One of Us Is Not LIke the OtherOctober 7, 2017 at 9:18 PM

    I forgot to tell you this when you were near one of the mighty rivers. This is Tom's favorite joke to tell his grandsons. Initially they like it, but the impact is lessened in the retelling:

    Pete and Re-Pete are walking by the river. Pete falls in. Who is left?

    Anyway, rinse and you-know-what.

    You are welcome to share that with Matty. You might alternate that with "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall." It might make the miles fly by. --Barbara

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