<p>Ha Ha. True story. Came home from work one night. Son, who is not normally to be found, is standing by the front door. He proceeds to excitedly inform me that he had received a letter that day from USAFA asking him to apply. I told him that I would love for him to go to the Naval Academy. I also would be very proud of him if he attended West Point. But with tongue half in cheek, not deciding which way for it to go, I told him that if he applied to the AFA, he had better get in one of them. When he asked why, I told him that if he applied to the AFA, I was cutting him off. Fourteen years later he still hasn’t deciphered my unconvential sense of humor nor has he forgiven me totally for the comment.</p>
<p>Actually, the last two places I have lived, one of my closest friends has been a woop. Play golf now with one weekly. At our last reunion, we commissioned a class coin, about the size of a silver dollar. It has the class crest on one side and the USNA one on the other and is made of shiny bronze. I carried it all summer, waiting for the opportunity to mark my ball with it when it was in his direct line of flight. When I did, he walked over, picked it up, saw what it was, and proceeded to throw it, I thought, as far into the bushes as he was able. Didn’t give it back to me for a month. Guess what. He had been carrying it, waiting for the opportunity to mark his ball when it was in my direct line of flight.</p>
<p>We honestly do love each other dearly and totally respect each others schools and will fight any outsider that says anything bad about either.</p>