tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3752793.post6077890829690539023..comments2023-05-07T07:41:56.700-05:00Comments on Safe Haven: Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05095369621205684858noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3752793.post-9914739656932978952010-10-01T00:37:27.197-05:002010-10-01T00:37:27.197-05:00I would love to be a "friend of the blog,&quo...I would love to be a "friend of the blog," but must admit that the last time I saw my cousin was back in the 1970s when I was a child. I barely remember him as anything more then stories passed on to me by my parents. My age was closer to his children.<br /><br />I do remember that visit. My father used to wear an old hat that he got when he was stationed in Thailand during vietnam... it was a camoflage military issue hat with numerous patches sewn into it. He called it his "fishing hat."<br /><br />When we arrived at my cousin Tommy's house, I remember him taking the hat off and hiding it. I was probably about 4 at the time, and asked my dad why he wasn't wearing the hat into my cousin's house. My dad told me, "because if I did, your cousin Tommy would probably kick me out faster then you can whistle." In fact, I think that may have been the last time I saw my dad wearing that hat.<br /><br />For years, I assumed that my cousin Tommy had a hatred for fishing. Then, many years later while I was rifling through my parent's hall closet, I managed to find the hat and read what was written, in explicit language, on all those patches sewn onto it. Things make a lot more sense once you learn how to read.J. Patrick Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06047189857257528269noreply@blogger.com