Hilarious, Lee!

Though I never grew up on a base or anything like that, you'd never know it by my upbringing. Both parents were military. Heck, they met at Ft. Knox. I thought mine was the only family that adhered to that stuff. Shoes were spit-shined. Jeans were creased. Parts were straight. My mother even threatened to go out and get some Brasso because something wasn't shining enough. And doggone it, it was tough for my sister and I to adequately explain duty rosters to our friends!

Ahhhh. The good old days!