DONT INSULT MY COLORS .....

As promised I went up to exit 125 on I-40 here in Hiclory to honor our dead that died on 9/11/01. I took my folding chair, my big flag, my PVC pipe, my rope and a sack of water bottles and a hand towell. I walked out on the overpass, sat up the chair, carefully leaned Old Glory against the bridge railing, sat my sack of water bottles in the chair, broke out my rope and using genuine Navy type Sailor knots (that will not slip but are easy to untie) I tied my PVC pipe to the guard rail on the bridge. I do this so I can set my flag in the PVC pipe when my arms get tired from holding and waving the flag. Mind you this is a BIG FLAG. This flag draped my dads casket and I am proud to fly it on special occasions like this. My Flag is furled on a extendable pole off of a tree branch trimmer and it works like a charm. I got all my ''stuff'' together and unfirled My Colors and started waving it for the traffic to see. Folks down on I-40 reacted immediately and the traffic on the bridge were happy to toot and recognize the Colors also. I got there something before noon and the day was nice but it was kinda hot so I would have to stop and drink some water occasionally. To do this I would slide the flag staff down in the PVC pipe and hold the ''tag line'' tied to the center of the flag pole to keep in check the flag for those sudden gusts of wind that happen by. I would wave the flag and then sit and rest my arms with the flag in the PVC pipe and drink water. I can not tell you how good it makes me feel to see people wave and salute the colors as they pass. The big trucks down on the innerstate just ''hang on the horns'' when they see the Colors. I was very proud and very happy and my day was going good but my arms just dont last like they use to doing this. (must be getting old I guess) When I stand and wave the colors I watch the peoples faces as they pass me on the bridge. Many smiles and high signs, many pretty girls waving and throwing kisses sometimes. One lady stopped and gave me two more bottles of really cold water and said ''Thank you for your service sir''. (how the heck did she know I had been a Sailor?) Things were going great, I was showing the colors and getting all kinds of recognition from it and really having a good time because I had taken a ''pain pill'' and my arms were hurting less and less and my legs were doin' good also.
It should be understoond that the bridge I was standing on has three lanes going north. Two lanes are for thru traffic and the extreme right lane is a turn lane that takes you down on I-40 East bound after you go around a clover leaf.
There were three cars easing over into the right turn lane and I noticed the last car kinda hanging back from the other two. He deliberately slowed down as he approached me. The first two cars waved and saluted the colors and the last guy that was ''hanging back'' gave me the finger …........ Yep, this punk shot me the rod and I read his lips as he said ''#@%K YOU and #@%K YOUR FLAG'' He did this while he was still about 15 feet in front of me and I know that is what he said. I immediately jammed the flag staff into the PVC pipe and went ballistic. I immediately flipped over into ''Sailor Language'' and in a very loud voice as he passed me with his window down I made reference to his heritage, his mother, his sister, his personal preferences in sexual partners his under developed sex organ, his propensity for offering candy to little boys and I invited him to pull over and I would teach him some manners. I did all this on one breath and never repeated myself in my tirade He went up and made his right turn for the clover leaf down to I-40 east bound. I watched him as he was going kinda slow so I stepped forward to be sure he could hear me down on the interstate and again went thru a selected grouping of ''Sailor Talk'' using it well and not repeating any phrases or combination of words and I was shaking my fist at this person all the while. He shot me the ''shaft'' again and said something back but a semi drowned it out. I was very much upset as I stood there leaning on the railing of the bridge. I turned around to retrieve my Colors and guess what …... Yep, a very large police officer was stand maybe a foot behind me, his cruiser in the turn lane with the blues flashing. OOOOOPS....
''Are you ok sir?''
''Uhhhhhhh, yep, just a little bit upset concerning a comment a guy made about my Flag sir''.
''You really need to control your voice sir, I heard you when I started across the bridge back at the light. Seems you were very angry at the man in the dark car....... Right?'' ''It has been a while since I have heard profanity like you were using toward him. Let me guess......... You were a Sailor because ''ground pounders'' dont know that variety of cuss words and ''fly boys'' will get spanked if they talk like that and ''jarheads'' dont know that many words and dont have the syntactic necessary for good sentence structure, so you must have been a Sailor''........''right''?????
''Am I in trouble officer?''
''Well, I could run you in for disorderly conduct or disturbing the peace or yelling more cuss words than I have ever heard yelled without you repeating yourself but I will let you off with a warning for this time if you promise not to do it again''..........

''Done and Done again officer. No more problems from this ''Old Salt'' sir.''

He left and I retrieved my flag and managed to hang on for about an hour more and then my pain pill wore out and I was running low on water and my legs were killing me. I got my ''stuff'' together and went back to the car and came home... While riding home I thought about what had happened on the bridge and I thanked God that I did not have ''Mr S&W'' with me when that clown insulted my Colors cause I might be typing in striped sunshine now.
Let us never forget 9/11. Let us never forget who did this awful thing to this great nation and NEVER FORGET that some can not be appeased regardless of out good intent.
Nuff said for now.... (I feel the ''delete button'' being hovered over)
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NOTE FROM CJ... For an explanation the ''guy'' that shot me the rod was of ''middle eastern decent'' I could tell by his hair his beard and his clothing and his overall appearance and the smell of ''camel poop'' on his hands. this was not in the original post ...... be safe ....
In retrospect I guess I should have ''waited until I was not mad to make the post and I probably would not be in trouble now......cj..

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO CARE.....

This is a posting for anyone that might visit this blog and wonder what happened to Seajay the sailor man. here is the short version..

It seems that I have goofed up again on IRV2 and got booted till october 12 i think. I am not sure about the date but it is about then.
I have activated my account on RV.NET and am registered on there as SEAJAY sailor man if you want to amble over for a look around. I need something to keep my fingers busy while I am away for this time. I will not swear that they will reactivate my account on IRV2 ... time will tell on that ...
Until I see you again..... BE SAFE MY FRIENDS AND REMEMBER
God bless our troops and keep them safe.....
See you guys at National Rally if they will let me in ....lol....

Seajay the sailor man ...