Looking at this classic photograph of the U.S.Naval Academy reminds me that if I had really tried to get an appointment, I might have been able to do so, but I was not willing to sacrifice the good times for the character it took to enter this very elite academy.
It all has to do with ambitions, goals, personal sacrifice, sincerity, abilities, and character. It is the "character" aspect that makes the difference between those who graduate from the Naval Academy.
So, yes, I might have had a dream to someday enter the academy, but I didn't have the character. Now, after many years of realizations, I might have the kind of character it would take, but no old and foolish men are appointed.
My dream was more of a whim than a dream. Yes, it would have been great, but I can rationalize by admitting that my math and engineering skills would not have been up to the standards of the academy, thus I would have been dismissed and sent back to the fleet.
Dreams, dreams are great, but without character, dreams are only whims.
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MY THANKS TO CIO1961 for this magnificent photo. Please follow this link to view more of CIO's photographs.
U.S. Naval Academy
The chapel
Uploaded by cjo1961 on 14 Jun 09, 7.41AM PDT.
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img01--SANTA MONICA 28 March 1964
There is a nostaligic charm of a bittersweet nature that beckons me back to these photos posted by Lance and Cromwell.
Time and again, I return to view this marvelous set of photos. It is not only the lust and the wishful thinking that lures my aged mind to return to the promenade, it is the overall mistique of the set that takes me back in time if I simply close my eyes for a few moments after viewing.
It is as though I hear the voices of the youth drifting up from the surf to tantalize my senses; it is as though I catch a breeze that is carrying a Kosher submarine sandwich combined with the scent of 60s tanning lotion. My olfactatory elements are almost ready to blow a fuse from the intensity of this illusionary scene.
I close my eyes and relax; I doze off brief only to awake to find a dove looking at me with more curiosity than I care to describe. Several moments pass. The dove's mate lights beside the other.
It is good to have such fond memories. It is good to be alive and able to remember those youthful, joyful days when my eyes met the eyes of many of my peers and generated a lustful wish.
Perhaps, perhaps there is more to lust than one might want to admit, at least publicly, but it is a writer's duty to record the reality of the past and the present.
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MY DEEPEST GRATITUDE TO CROMWELL AND LANCE FOR THEIR PERMISSION TO EXHIBIT THIS PHOTOGRAPH, AND OTHERS IN THE SET ALSO, IN THIS PERSONAL ONLINE BLOG. THANK YOU________________________________________________
img01--SANTA MONICA 28 March 1964
Photo project for state college photo journalism class back in 1964.
Uploaded by Lance & Cromwell on 16 Mar 09, 6.36PM PDT.
Time and again, I return to view this marvelous set of photos. It is not only the lust and the wishful thinking that lures my aged mind to return to the promenade, it is the overall mistique of the set that takes me back in time if I simply close my eyes for a few moments after viewing.
It is as though I hear the voices of the youth drifting up from the surf to tantalize my senses; it is as though I catch a breeze that is carrying a Kosher submarine sandwich combined with the scent of 60s tanning lotion. My olfactatory elements are almost ready to blow a fuse from the intensity of this illusionary scene.
I close my eyes and relax; I doze off brief only to awake to find a dove looking at me with more curiosity than I care to describe. Several moments pass. The dove's mate lights beside the other.
It is good to have such fond memories. It is good to be alive and able to remember those youthful, joyful days when my eyes met the eyes of many of my peers and generated a lustful wish.
Perhaps, perhaps there is more to lust than one might want to admit, at least publicly, but it is a writer's duty to record the reality of the past and the present.
______________________________________________________
MY DEEPEST GRATITUDE TO CROMWELL AND LANCE FOR THEIR PERMISSION TO EXHIBIT THIS PHOTOGRAPH, AND OTHERS IN THE SET ALSO, IN THIS PERSONAL ONLINE BLOG. THANK YOU________________________________________________
img01--SANTA MONICA 28 March 1964
Photo project for state college photo journalism class back in 1964.
Uploaded by Lance & Cromwell on 16 Mar 09, 6.36PM PDT.
SANTA MONICA 28 March 1964
A BRIEF ESSAY ABOUT YOUTHFUL MEMORIES AND REALITY By Robert L. Huffstutter
There is a nostaligic charm of a bittersweet nature that beckons me back to these photos posted by Lance and Cromwell.
Time and again, I return to view this marvelous set of photos. It is not only the lust and the wishful thinking that lures my aged mind to return to the promenade, it is the overall mistique of the set that takes me back in time if I simply close my eyes for a few moments after viewing.
It is as though I hear the voices of the youth drifting up from the surf to tantalize my senses; it is as though I catch a breeze that is carrying a Kosher submarine sandwich combined with the scent of 60s tanning lotion. My olfactatory elements are almost ready to blow a fuse from the intensity of this illusionary scene.
I close my eyes and relax; I doze off brief only to awake to find a dove looking at me with more curiosity than I care to describe. Several moments pass. The dove's mate lights beside the other.
It is good to have such fond memories. It is good to be alive and able to remember those youthful, joyful days when my eyes met the eyes of many of my peers and generated a lustful wish.
Perhaps, perhaps there is more to lust than one might want to admit, at least publicly, but it is a writer's duty to record the reality of the past and the present.
_____________________________________________________
MY GRATITUDE TO LANCE AND CROMWELL FOR PERMISSION TO USE THIS MOST OUTSTANDING PHOTOGRAPH IN MY BLOG.
SANTA MONICA 28 March 1964
Photo project for state college photo journalism class back in 1964.
Uploaded by Lance & Cromwell on 16 Mar 09, 6.36PM PDT.
There is a nostaligic charm of a bittersweet nature that beckons me back to these photos posted by Lance and Cromwell.
Time and again, I return to view this marvelous set of photos. It is not only the lust and the wishful thinking that lures my aged mind to return to the promenade, it is the overall mistique of the set that takes me back in time if I simply close my eyes for a few moments after viewing.
It is as though I hear the voices of the youth drifting up from the surf to tantalize my senses; it is as though I catch a breeze that is carrying a Kosher submarine sandwich combined with the scent of 60s tanning lotion. My olfactatory elements are almost ready to blow a fuse from the intensity of this illusionary scene.
I close my eyes and relax; I doze off brief only to awake to find a dove looking at me with more curiosity than I care to describe. Several moments pass. The dove's mate lights beside the other.
It is good to have such fond memories. It is good to be alive and able to remember those youthful, joyful days when my eyes met the eyes of many of my peers and generated a lustful wish.
Perhaps, perhaps there is more to lust than one might want to admit, at least publicly, but it is a writer's duty to record the reality of the past and the present.
_____________________________________________________
MY GRATITUDE TO LANCE AND CROMWELL FOR PERMISSION TO USE THIS MOST OUTSTANDING PHOTOGRAPH IN MY BLOG.
SANTA MONICA 28 March 1964
Photo project for state college photo journalism class back in 1964.
Uploaded by Lance & Cromwell on 16 Mar 09, 6.36PM PDT.
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