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Parents that have troubling teens with overactive agressive tendencies and a bent for havoc making have one wonderful event to look forward to.

You don't know exactly when and you are not exactly sure in what form it will take but someday your child will call and say the second magic words an old codger revels in hearing:

"You were right and I was wrong."

NOTE to Old Time Readers: A favorite moderator finally using a phone number and starts off with I don't care if you're married you are my favorite blogger or some such endearments. That grip on reality does get tenuous sometimes.

Now the setting of this moment of vindication of years of I told you so incidents. Was 11 pm last night and my partner Claire had just left while I was at AAA dispatch for the remaining hour until AAA Florida (Headquarters) takes over from midnight to 6 am. The evening had been unusually horrendous. For example sometime around 7 pm I had bought some M&Ms out of the machine and around 10:30 pm discovered I had yet to open them and get the heartburn activity merrily on its way. I still was dealing with about eight calls when the cell phone rang.

Oldest son James starting off with the anointing of the new prophet like unto Moses.

"Well Dad you were right and I was wrong."

Being correct about so very many things my mind raced to pin down what obvious conclusion had finally been reached by him hoping it had to do with the Avengers being the greatest team (with Wolverine a member their cache surely has grown).

Nope it's much much better then that. And YES I do know the Justice League of America can lick the Avengers any day of the week but so what. They have Batman and Captain America is still dead--my guess stay tuned for issue #50 in about 9 months.

Time for the overused Anyhoooooo--- (Antiquarian has me thinking about my writing lately but I usually shrug it off with I'm a story teller not a writer but wow I do use certain words all the time.

The treasured old time readers may remember Gina the Devil Child who did a number on my son and is almost divorced from husband #2. About two-three weeks ago James told me she had told him she would like to go to Alaska of all places.

Now I can truthfully say that in my 21 years in the Air Force I never heard of a single person disliking or saying anything derogatory about being stationed in Alaska. Not to mention fond memories of the TV show Northern Exposure.

I had digested that piece of info and the next time I conversed with my beloved guttersnipe I told him in my opinion that avaricious harpy had a new Army soldier lined up with orders to Alaska and a sign on his back stating gold diggers start here. Jim grunted and brushed it aside as just her attention span at work--or the drugs.

Score one for the old man. Had it figured out the first time.

She'll be headed real soon to Alaska (if all her ducks get lined up) and by golly THIS is the poor guy (my words) she should have married rather then Harry--her second victim. At least she didn't say Jim's name--give her the token credit. Even better when he gets there his unit will be deploying soon. I told Jim that works out just great for her. She can drain his finances dry and not be accountable until the damage is done.

A horrible workday ended with me feeling extremely smug and a sense that justice seems to move slowly but life is really starting to catch up to her. I'm not saving up bus fare from Alaska back to Ohio anytime soon.

Where this leaves Damion (and her son by Harry) is anyone's guess.

More as it happens but the updates will probably be a bit.