Like tiny grains of SAND, we are scattered
all over the world, even as we gather here!

Welcome to THE SANDBOX
            Issue # 2 ~ October 15, 1998

     Wherever we have been,
        Whatever we have done,
           Wherever we are now,
               Whatever we've become,
                  We are the Richland Bombers,
                      And Bombers are second to none!

                      The Col-Hi ~ RHS Spirit Lives On!

The SANDBOX is an Interactive Forum for the Personal
Expression of Ideas, Interests, and Mutual Concerns by
Columbia High School (AKA Richland High School),
Richland Washington, Alumni. We are the children of a
city that buiilt a bomb that ended a war. We had hopes
and dreams then. We have hopes and dreams now. We are
The Richland Bombers. Our spirit lives on!

Bombers Everywhere:  We'd love to hear you express
yourself. Whether what you have to say today is funny,
thought provoking, a cause for concern, or the sharing
of an experience that is expecially meaningful to you,
There's Plenty of Room in the SANDBOX for YOU!  Please
output your input to Al Parker, Adamstreet@aol.com.
YOU'LL be in the SANDBOX next!

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Re: THE SANDBOX ~ #1 ~ 10/13/98
From: jpmoran@cyberhighway.net (James Moran)

As a former bomber and a Historian, I believe this
exchange of ideas and thoughts is healthy.   It is
because we can do this, which saves our country from
becoming a Bosnia.  In short, Thomas Jefferson said
"Debate is the cornerstone of democracy." Also, when I
was in college, I invited a member of the Montana
Militia, (MOM), to my school for a debate on their
policies and beliefs.  The day before the debate, the
school told me the MOM would not be allowed to speak at
the forum.

I called the state attorney general and threatened to
sue to have the MOM  speak.  I did not agree with the
MOM, but I do agree with the Constitution that all
Americans have the right to speak, and the right to
free assembly.

Keep up the great work-
-Jim Moran class of 86-87
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Subj:    Symbols and names
From:   tri-x@worldnet.att.net (Terrance K. Liechty)

Al,  About the bomb and bombers. I was watching a
Disney movie on TV the other night. It took place in
New Mexico I think, where it was actually filmed, I
don't know but the hero's child played on a High School
B-ball team that was called the "Bombers". If it is
good enough for Disney then it certainly is appropriate
for RHS.

Terry Liechty (64)
mailto:tri-x@worldnet.att.net
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Subj:    Second Bomb
From:   rshipp@gateway.net (Robert Shipp)

In response to Bob Mattson's query as to whether it was
necessary to drop the second (Nagasaki) A-bomb on
Japan, the answer as I understand it is "yes and no."
I don't recall the source of the following information,
so I can't swear by it, but I remember reading
somewhere that Japan was ready to surrender after
Hiroshima.  Since they didn't have any diplomatic
relations with the U.S.,the Japanese asked the Soviet
Union to sue for peace. Stalin, realizing that Japan
was now defeated, didn't bother to pass the message on
to us.  Instead, he waited a few days, then declared
war on Japan so he could share in the spoils.  (The
USSR did get some territory, even though they never
fired a shot against the Japanese.)  The U.S. took
Japan's silence as a refusal to surrender and bombed
Nagasaki to convince Japan that they would be destroyed
if they didn't surrender.  Right or wrong, it worked.

Japan abandoned their attempt to try to negotiate a
peace settlement through the Russians and surrendered.
So the answer is, "Yes, it was necessary because we
thought Japan was determined to fight on in spite of
Hiroshima," but "No, it would not have been necessary
if it had not been for Stalin's treachery."
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Subj:    too bad
From:   ryntbld@northstar.k12.ak.us (bob degraw)

To Al and all,
First a short story. I was on a tour bus with my family
going through Denali National Park here in Alaska. The
trip is magnificent. The tallest Mountain in North
America, ( Mt McKinley), the animals, (bear, sheep,
caribou, moose) the vista's. Literally millions of
visitors come every year to see this grand sight. On
this particular trip there was a lady from back East on
our bus. She started complaining the minute we were on
the bus. The bus was too small. It was too bumpy. There
were too many bugs. She couldn't see very well from her
seat. She did all of this complaining to the bus driver
in a loud voice so that all of us on the bus could hear
her. After about an hour on the bus we stopped for a
bathroom/stretch break. The lady got off and went to
one of the portable outhouse's. She looked in and
immediatly turned away. There was NO WAY she was going
to go into that filthy latrine. So we got to hear about
that and other petty complaints for the next hour.
Finally, at our next stop, the bus driver told this
lady that if she wanted she could get off and wait for
a bus traveling back to the visitor center. She did
just that. As we pulled away from the rest area, the
driver announced that we had lost one of our
passengers. The entire bus let out a loud cheer and
clapped their hands. I'm pretty sure this lady hadn't
seen a thing on this trip. She was too buzy letting
evryone know how terrible things were. And while I was
glad she got off the bus, I also felt sorry for this
lady.I find it too bad that you have decided to have
this sandbox. People can lways find something to
complain about. Some people have such pathetic lives
that all they do is dwell on things that were embedded
on them in the past. In this day and age, you can find
some high level study that supports every point of
view, a report that says just about everything does or
does not cause cancer, every joke offends someone,
everbody is discriminated against in some way, every
decision or statement that involves gender is sexist
and the list goes on. On the other hand, if people just
got a grip and dealt with their lives in a positive way
and not try to change the world to fit their own,
usually fairly narrow, point of view, then I think the
world would be a little nicer place.

So in my fairly narrow point of view... If some
sniveling, mean nothing, irrelevant complaint, fell in
the Internet forrest, and there was no Sandbox, would
it make a sound?

You can keep me on the list for a couple of issue's. I
am not one to say something and not listen to those
that wish to disagree. But then I would like my name
removed from the Sandbox.

Bob DeGraw (66)

It would be TOO BAD if you decided to hop off this bus
too soon, Bob.  The views are becoming ever more awsome
with each passing mile. The quality of Bomber responses
to The SANDBOX, in fact, has led us to remove "Petty
Gripes and Cat Fights" as a part of the SANDBOX name.
We may need your help to keep this forum energized in a
way that benefits, entertains and empowers all of us.
The Bomber Spirit Lives! I hope you can give me a
personal tour of Denali National Park some day.  Sounds
wonderful!  And I won't complain about the latrine!  
-Al
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Subj:   Re: THE SANDBOX ~ #1 ~ 10/13/98

What a neat idea, the Sandbox.  I have no sand to throw
or any political issues to raise, but wanted to say
continued good luck to Maren and good luck to you Al.
Hope to see you again soon. -Vera (Smith) Robbins
(Goldi13@aol.com)
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From:   pmain@columbia.esd123.wednet.edu (Peggy Main)

I think the "Sandbox" is a great idea! I got a couple
of yuk's out of this first issue, but may I say I don't
think it is appropriate to personally attack people's
opinions or actions. This publication is supposed to be
fun - I thought Irene de la Bretonne Hays' comments
were totally over the top.

-Peggy (White) Main (65)
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Received: from idhays@juno.com

Al, Good job introducing the Sandbox!  You've set the
tone for what could be an interesting, enlightening,
and downright fun experience.  Thanks!

Irene de la Bretonne Hays
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Earl Bennett ('63)
ecb3@compuserve.com

Never received any awards for poetry (nor grades worth
talking about), but I wrote this for a ?junior?
English assignment to create a sonnet.  I know it meets
the technical criteria of iambic pentameter and the
specific number of lines and rhyme scheme (one skill I
can claim), but the thoughts were heartfelt if not
artistic in expression:

When God, to watch, sits on a golden branch
Of which the tree is called deceitfully
A mushroom; there, on land that once was ranch
It grows, conceived of men so cunningly
To kill - why says He then "Repent - forgiv'n?"
To sinful man, whose heart .................. I find
My heart a carbon copy of mankind.

        36 years have buried a few lines beyond
immediate recall. What I have remembered suffices for
the point I hope to make, that we are all capable of
the most atrocious acts imaginable, or unimaginable,
apart from submission to and assimilation of God's
goodness.  John Northover, I do not accept that we are
moving toward a more peaceful world.  The minions of
Slobodan Milosevich and Saddam Hussein, not to mention
the thousands of Hutus who massacred thousands of
Tutsis and hundreds or thousands of "doctors," sworn to
protect life, who continue to slaughter millions of
unborn babies - all demonstrate that mankind is no more
innately good and peaceful and loving today than a
thousand or four thousand years ago.  We mask it
better.  We believe we understand human nature better,
and claim the understanding and the actions we take on
the basis of the understanding as evidence of good
coming to the fore.  However, I believe in so doing we
deceive ourselves.

I have no academic grounding in psychology and almost
none in social science, but it seems most likely to me
that when people do good apart from the goodness that
God offers us, it is because of knowing the
consequences of not doing so and fearing those
consequences.  When we don't steal, it's because we
know that criminal science is advanced and, when
properly staffed and funded, capable of catching and
imprisoning us.  When we control our anger, it is
because there might be a much bigger brother nearby who
will shred us to mincemeat if we vent our rage upon the
targets of our frustrations.  On the flip side, we
recognize the desirability of being treated fairly and
kindly and hope that, if we act that way, someone will
reciprocate for us.  Education and experience have
taught us that many people are willing to put away
selfishness or hatred because the hope of longevity and
a pain-free life are improved when larger numbers of
people adopt that approach to living.  But none achieve
full suppression of the sin nature that we all share,
and even after turning to Jesus we still stumble from
the "lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes and the
pride of life" (I John 2:16, KJV).

I fear what I know I am capable of doing, or not doing
when I should, because I understand something of what
God expects of me and wants for me.  I learn more
daily, but will never understand all in this life.

I think I am far beyond the 200 words, but the future
remains, should the Lord tarry.  I am a born-again
Christian, and if you want good explanations of what
that means beyond the Bible itself, I recommend MERE
CHRISTIANITY by C.S. Lewis and EVIDENCE THAT DEMANDS A
VERDICT by Josh McDowell as starting points.  If you go
the Bible, you must take all of it in order to really
understand the parts.  Later.  ecb3
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From: Norma (Loescher) Boswell, boswelln@owt.com

 Dear Sandman,

The inaugural edition of the SANDBOX just arrived in my
box. You have chosen some good starters.  Your question
about little Lewinsky goblins on our front porches on
October 31 may push a few buttons.  I, for instance,
signed an email petition for censure rather than
impeachment a few days ago.  I agree with the
petitioners: let's move on to the greater problems our
country faces and call closure on the immoral sex life
of President Clinton.

The British-American magazine The Economist says,
"Monicagate is closer to Britain's Dianagate than to
Watergate." In Watergate the President ordered a
C.I.A.-assisted burglary and illegal wiretapping.  He
had the F.B.I investigate newsmen. There was a cover-up
with bribery of witnesses.  Watergate was impeachable
because of its political nature.  As Alexander Hamilton
said in the years of our founding, impeachable offenses
"relate chiefly to injuries done immediately to the
society itself." Lying under oath demonstrates
miserable morals and is a bad example for the youth of
our country, but it is not impeachable. Censure will do
the job.

 Norma Loescher Boswell, Class of '53
 boswelln@owt.com
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Your thoughts seem well constructed, Norma and to the
point. I would be interested in hearing feedback from
some of legal professionals out there about the
following.  What would be the likely legal consequences
to an ordinary citizen if found guilty of the 15 or so
allegedly impeachable offenses the President has
"accused of" so far?  Also, I am interested in what
some of you think about 60% or so of Americans wanting
the "jury" to render a decision, as it were, before the
investigation is complete, before the "trial" begins.
(Should justice be withheld just because we are all
getting tired of hearing about all of this "cat
fighting?")

In addition, there seems to be almost a nationwide
concensus that it is pretty much OK to lie under oath
in a court of law about sex because it is a "natural
thing" to do in order to save embarrassment to you, and
other(s), and to protect your family. If a person
committed murder, wouldn't it also be a "natural thing"
to want to save embarrassment to yourself, and others
involved, and stay out of jail (or the lethal injection
lounge), in order to protect and provide for your
family?  Many people would lie under such pressure.
But should the legal consequences of such a felony, if
discovered, be set aside just because you are "doing
what comes natural?"  One thing we surely don't need is
a break down in the integrity of our court system.
Let's not join the accelerating trend of other nations
who are rapidly succombing to anarchy and all the
deadly consequences of the breakdown of justice and
government. -ap

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 Subj:  Driving Privilages and Age
 From:  jinnie@owt.com (Jinnie Stephens)  (1958)

 Please bear with me on an issue that greatly troubles
me.  I am speaking of aged parents.  Mine happen to be
85 and 80.  At what point do driving privileges cease
to be something that they should have.  I remember
'Uncle Dick' handed over his keys in his mid eighties
but it broke his heart.  He told me that it was the
most hurtful thing in his life as he was giving up his
last bit of real independence!  Both of my parents are
very independent people. They pride themselves on not
relying on others for most everything.  While they have
not had any serious driving incidents they are becoming
extremely frail and my Dad has some serious health
issues that could potentially cause him to have an
accident.

 I know this isn't political but it is an issue that a
lot of us must face. Any feedback appreciated.

-Jinnie Stephens
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Subj:    Sandbox
From:   cookiejo@msn.com (mike cook)

 Please add me to your list.  Thank you. Mike Cook
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From:    Rick Maddy USMC/Ret (med.)/0311
         1st Div 3/5 Kilo Co (1968)
         tyedyed@earthlink.net (tye)

Wow, it has been over FIFTY YEARS since we have made a
mushroom cloud in someone's front yard, but wars have
gone on. Wait... there is a police action or two in
there, too.

So, I thought I would start out on a cheery note with a
poem. A poem about my experience with the police action
called Vietnam. Here I was a Richland, Washington boy,
certainly not from the ghetto's of Detroit, New York,
or Chicago; not from the blue North, or the gray South,
but a Pacific Northwesterner, in the Marines, and
dumped out in some shithole that I to this day do not
know the reason why.

If anybody knows why, let me know.

In Vietnam I found out what it had been, 130 something
years earlier, for a soldier from the South, who had
participated in their great loss during the War of
Northern Aggression (Civil War to the folks in the
North) and to come back home to an ungrateful nation.
[And having a booby-trap almost blow off both my arms
and fill my ass, and every where a flak jacket and
helmet wasn't, with shrapnel was just a little added
bonus to the melee.] And I must say here, it really did
feel like a war, and not one of those "Police Action"
things. Enough said, Now on with my poem, that I leave
with all Col Hi Bomber's that served their time in hell
and would again tomorrow.

Does anybody ever see those rare treats, the Goliath
Moth, anymore? And where did those diving, bug eating,
Nighthawks go? Gawd, I loved those guys.

    WELCOME HOME

Young and restless, so many different places
Be a Marine, see the world, a multitude of faces
Freeways and flyways, boot camp, I'm taken aback
I've waited a long time to hear "Semper Fi, Mac"

Black, white, all the races - boys - the all-American
Come one, come all, let's help our fellow man
There is trouble, let's go and be a big brother
We're off to kill, to hell with love of one another

The hippies back home are carrying signs
If you're in uniform, you're out of line
Abbie's back home burnin' the flag - political tool
We're putting another boy in a body bag - political fool

They say we are killing babies: God, how come?
By the people, for the people, they call us scum
NO! NO! We're just dying in the mud: that's all
Khe Sanh, the Mekong, Hill 881: patriots standing tall

Home again.  Survivor's guilt.  No justice for the dead
A little sleep here, some there, no comfort in the head
Screaming inside, looking for release.  Please come out!
We never lost a battle, only the war: defeated no doubt

Twenty years later I hear applauding and "Hurray"
Your parades and "WELCOME HOME" - too late I say
Be proud? Because in battle I lived and did not fall?
Just welcome those on that cold, black granite Wall
                   Rick Maddy USMC/Ret (med.)/0311
                        1st Div 3/5 Kilo Co (1968)

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Subj:   THE MEANING OF PEACE
Reply-to: (Norma Loescher Boswell)

I was cleaning my email inbox and found this item from
Maren, which struck me as an excellent rationale for
the existence of The SANDBOX. Its tone is serious
rather than the light touch you will confer, but it may
serve.

The Meaning of Peace
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There once was a King who offered a prize to the artist
who would paint the best picture of peace.  Many
artists tried. The King looked at all the pictures, but
there were only two he really liked and he had to
choose between them.

One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect
mirror for the peaceful towering mountains surrounding
it.  Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds.
All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect
picture of peace.

The other picture had mountains too.  But these were
rugged and bare.  Above was an angry sky from which
rain fell, and in which lightening played.  Down the
side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall.  This
did not look peaceful at all.  But when the King
looked, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing
in a crack in the rock.  In the bush a mother bird had
built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of
angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest...........
perfect peace.

Which picture do you think won the prize?

The King chose the second picture.  Do you know why?

"Because," explained the King, "peace does not mean to
be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard
work.  Peace means to be in the midst of all those
things and still be calm in your heart. That is the
real meaning of peace."
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SO WHAT DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT NEXT?

Did any of the comments in this issue of The SANDBOX
strike a cord, or discord with you?  Do you want to
talk back?  Do you have something to add?  What we talk
about here, Fellow Bombers, is entirely up to you.

In the SANDBOX, you may argue passionately,
satirically, or hysterically on almost any subject
without interruption unless you go way beyond 200
words, say something a little too prurient, or rudely
curse.  You can admonish, cajole, or joke.  You can try
to poke holes in someone else's views, if you wish.
Whether hilarious or serious, IF WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY
IS WORTH SAYING ANYWHERE, I T'S WELL WORTH SAYING HERE!

Adamstreet@aol.com is YOUR ADDRESS for SPEAKING OUT!
How often The SANDBOX comes to a screen near YOU
Depends ENTIRELY ON How OFTEN I hear from YOU.  So Step
Right Up, Partner.  YOU are in the SANDBOX next!
-Al Parker (53)
Send your impressions and expressions to: Adamstreet@aol.com.
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