{"id":573883994,"date":"2012-10-05T23:19:42","date_gmt":"2012-10-06T04:19:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/?p=573883994"},"modified":"2012-10-09T11:09:02","modified_gmt":"2012-10-09T16:09:02","slug":"bet-the-beatles-never-made-afghanis-dance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/blog\/2012\/10\/05\/bet-the-beatles-never-made-afghanis-dance\/","title":{"rendered":"Bet the Beatles never made Afghanis dance"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Someone, a school teacher, and the newest person at the table, asked how we all knew each other. We were having dinner on the deck as the world spun by, enjoying a nice evening out on a warm autumn night. There were people around, but we were probably the loudest and definitely the funniest.<\/p>\n<p>And I realized, as I looked around this table, that I was the strongest link. I&#8217;m almost never the strong link. I win the table!<\/p>\n<p>Silly, I know.<\/p>\n<p>There was my friend from undergrad, who was back in town for the game this weekend. She&#8217;s a missionary in England, where she&#8217;s somehow working magic with free trade coffee growers and &#8230; it was a long and complicated story. There was Brian, who&#8217;s down to cover the football game. We worked together and have been friends for years, of course. <\/p>\n<p>There was The Yankee, who as usual found herself outnumbered. Everybody at the table was from Alabama or Georgia. <\/p>\n<p>(I told the story again of the time <a TARGET=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/blog\/2012\/05\/14\/a-gunpowder-tale\/\">last summer<\/a> when a man in overalls found out she was from Connecticut and he pulled out his .45 and showed off his AR-15.)<\/p>\n<p><center><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/photo\/may12\/may13.jpg\" alt=\"AR-15\" \/><\/center><\/p>\n<p>Across from her was the Army officer. We only met last year, but he grew up in all of the same places as I did and he majored in history. We get along. With him was his date, the teacher. And she was a pistol. We think we approve, but it turns out she&#8217;s a Georgia Bulldog, so we&#8217;re on the fence.<\/p>\n<p>It was a fine time with nice people. After yogurt we spent the rest of the evening watching YouTube videos on the television. <\/p>\n<p>What did people do before YouTube? This is a great way to evaluate the sense of humor of people. <\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s the Army version of Call Me Maybe:<\/p>\n<p><object width=\"640\" height=\"480\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/8EjLbVmXIqg?version=3&amp;hl=en_US\"><\/param><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"><\/param><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\"><\/param><embed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/8EjLbVmXIqg?version=3&amp;hl=en_US\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\"><\/embed><\/object><\/p>\n<p>Think the mortar crew was zeroing in? Think they had to work hard to talk the Afghanis into dancing along?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Someone, a school teacher, and the newest person at the table, asked how we all knew each other. We were having dinner on the deck as the world spun by, enjoying a nice evening out on a warm autumn night. There were people around, but we were probably the loudest and definitely the funniest. 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