Hi fellow sheepdogs. I'm new here, live in Charlotte, NC, for the moment, but will be moving to south Louisiana to be with my grandchildren, God bless 'em. I married a gorgeous Cajun child 41 yrs ago and we begat 3 daughters, 3 granddaughters and one grandson. He's 5...can't wait to corrupt him. I'm a disabled Vietnam Veteran and past Commander of Chapter 634, Military Order of the Purple Heart. I bet there are many more Purple Hearters out there. I shoot as often as I can, travel a LOT to south Louisiana to see my grandkids, ride a Goldwing Trike, pound and cuss the computer, and chase my wife. Thank goodness she has seen to slow down so I can ketch her. I move to south LA in 1969 after Nam to attend a flight school there for my Commercial license. I also found Susan in a pirouge fishing for catfish and crappie. She had no shoes, wore a cute little sun dress, and spoke mostly cajun french. I spent some time with her and taught her some English, bought her some shoes, and really liked the results. Anyway I married her....got my commercial license too. On our honeymoon she said " Cherie, don't you ever hit me, as I keep a filet knife under the pillow and you know you got to sleep some time.....". I surely have behaved myself. After they finally cut off my war damaged leg, she laughed and said " I don't need that filet knife no more...all I got to do now is pushe you....". I'm still behaving....