I served aboard U.S.S. Portland, LSD-37, from August 1983 to December 1987. When I found out they’d decommissioned her and then sank her in the early 2000s, I wanted to ensure what I knew of her was not forgotten, so I recorded various anecdotes from my time aboard in Transplanted Yankee: Lest All My Balderdash … Continue reading U.S.S. Portland, LPD-27
Every morning for breakfast, I stop by the local donut shop for a ham and cheese croissant and a Starbucks Mocha Frappuccino (chilled, in a bottle). I’ve been doing this for close to 10 years now, and my belly shows it. The Korean husband and wife owners, Sang and Soon, know me by name. They … Continue reading Sang and Soon
Excerpt from Transplanted Yankee: Lest All My Balderdash Be Forgotten. I ran into someone one day who thanked me for my service in the military. She called me a hero and said our country needed to take better care of us veterans. This was slightly embarrassing. I didn't know what to say. I spent some … Continue reading I Am A Veteran
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Transplanted Yankee: Lest All My Balderdash Be Forgotten, written by Thomas Lee Bont, Jr., is now available in e-book and paperback formats. From the back cover: You are holding a collection of anecdotes spanning my life from a Michigander living in Louisiana to today as a Navy veteran living in Texas. You'll find stories of being chased … Continue reading Announcing Transplanted Yankee: Lest All My Balderdash Be Forgotten
From Transplanted Yankee: Lest All My Balderdash Be Forgotten. During my time in the United States Navy, I visited many different ports. One of those ports was Venice, Italy. For a single 22 year old, this was great fun. I had disposable income to sample as many bars, bistros, and pizzerias as I desired. Before … Continue reading Venice Skyline
From Transplanted Yankee: Lest All My Balderdash Be Forgotten. My family and I lived out in the sticks just north of Monroe, Louisiana when I was in sixth and seventh grade. We lived in the Lake Park subdivision, a small subdivision of about two dozen houses surrounded by high swamp and forests full of wildlife. … Continue reading All Fact, No Proof: Big Water Moccasin