My Favorite Royal

(Captain Harry Wales of 662 Squadron, 3RD Regiment, Royal Air Force)

I am sitting at the laptop with my face in the rictus of a smile (the skin on my face is still burned from the tailgate at College Park on Saturday) thinking about it all. Game Day was an all-day drunken debauch, and then it spilled over into the ritual celebration of the Closing of the Pool yesterday that went on until past bedtime for a “school night.”

Now there is the grim reality of Monday morning. I have to be in the office for a variety of perfectly good reasons, and need to be off. Accordingly, we will take a little diversion this morning and talk about my favorite Royal, Henry Charles Albert David, commonly known as Prince Harry. As you may know, the Prince had some public relations speed-bumps on the way to his second deployment to Afghanistan. What happened in Vegas did not stay in Vegas.

Captain Wales, as Harry is known, would have fit right in to our fighter squadron ready room years ago, if we were about to get underway for some stressful and potentially lethal operation. There are apparently some others who agree with that. My pal Nick in the UK sent along some photos from Her Majesty’s deployed forces expressing solidarity with Harry’s minor public relations issues.

With everything else going on, I just want to say: “God Save the Queen, and God bless the troops.”
Meanwhile, the pool is padlocked for the year and it is time to hunker down and get ready for Halloween and the Treehouse of Horror on November 6th. I found myself whistling an old Roger Miller song on my way to the shower: “No phone, no pool, no pets…wait, thank God I have some cigarettes…” No, hang on, I am supposed to be quitting that.

Gotta run. More tomorrow, gentle readers.

Vic