The family used to gather at my paternal grandparents' home in Cape Cod each summer for a couple of weeks, and it used to be a hoot to answer the phone and have someone ask for Colonel Longley, and to respond "Which Colonel Longley?" because there were three of them there.
I also get a kick out of chatting with a couple of the Army vets at work, and surprising them with my "vast storehouse" of trivial Army knowledge.
When my maternal grandfather was hospitalized at West Point during his final year or so, I used to get a kick out of driving his car down to pick him up, wearing my dress blues and dixie cup. A Sergeant at the gate would see the little flag decal on the bumper and snap to attention with a brisk salute, and I would motor on through, waggling my fingers and saying "Hi soldier" never even returning the salute to someone who ranked me by a grade or two.
I did get flagged down by the MPs once, but I produced the paperwork and they drove off just shaking their heads.
I did eventually "attend" West Point by the way, and graduated too, just not the way you would think. NY Telephone Company's training center was, for many years, located at the Thayer Hotel on West Point, and I attended classes there.
