Since I was a young, naive man I have loved the movies Fletch and Fletch Lives. Gregory McDonald has died. He wrote the books that preceded these movies, there was 9 in total in the series. I feel the need to tell a funny tale, Fletch Lives got me into trouble.
I was in the Air Force from 1988 to 1992. The security police at Cannon Air Force Base ran exercises about every month or two. They practiced making sure they could be ass holes if there was a war. It didn't take much practice, it was a prerequisite before joining, if you have the intelligence of a monkey. Anyway, I only had about three or four weeks before leaving the Air Force. When one entered the flightline, you had to show and display your ID authorizing to you be around the planes. The reason mine wasn't out was you couldn't wear it off the flightline.
I had watched Fletch Lives many times and the night before was one of those times. As I walked through the checkpoint, the Security Police ass bag made the perfect statement. "This is a secure area." I couldn't resist. I looked at the guy I was working with, smiled, and responded with "Well I'm happy for it, most people live in terrible neighborhoods." and kept on walking. My pal just starts laughing as I get my face slammed into a puddle because the SP's suck and have no sense of humor. What were they going to do, kick me out? I was already on my way out.
This is my story. Here is my homage to Gregory McDonald.
RIP
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