Showing posts with label Travel Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Travel Day. Show all posts

Sunday, October 18, 2026

The "New" Queen of the Sea

The USS Constitution sails¹ past the Virginia-class nuclear-powered fast-attack submarine USS Massachusetts (SSN 798) during Massachusetts’ commissioning in Boston, on March 28th, 2026. Massachusetts is the newest fast-attack submarine and the fifth U.S. Navy vessel to bear the name. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Lucas J. Hastings)
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I've prattled on about warships a few times in the past (and rerun two of those posts recently, yes, you're getting a third) and, as I'm on the road today, decided to rerun this one.

To my way of thinking, if it's painted haze gray (that is, it's a surface ship) then it's more a diplomatic statement than an effective weapon of war against a peer opponent. If you wish to dominate the sea, then the warship you're looking for is a submarine. Submarines are hard to find and require specialized sensors and weaponry to engage them. If the sub is doing it right, you won't know the submarine is there until it's far too late to do anything about it.

So here's another "blast from the past" ...








Sinking of the Linda Blanche out of Liverpool by SM U-21 - Willy Stöwer
U-572 was running on the surface, her diesels straining to give her captain her top speed of nearly 18 knots. Kapitänleutnant Wilhelm Hofer could barely discern the silhouette of a British tanker out on the horizon through his binoculars. They had been tracking this convoy since before sundown, fortunately they were ahead of the slow moving ships, placed in position as part of a newly formed wolf pack.

As the sun set, they had surfaced and begun to run at speed to put themselves on the convoy's starboard flank. Another boat had already radioed the convoy's position back to Lorient. Wolf Pack "Donau" was moving in for the kill, already the Wolf Pack commander, Kapitän zur See Thomsen had ordered "freie Jagd," free hunting, every U-Boat to drive in and start killing ships.

As the tanker loomed larger, Hofer barked into the voice tube, "Prepare to fire torpedoes!"



The first time a submersible vessel was used in wartime was during the American Revolution. When I was a school boy, Bushnell's Turtle was well known in New England. The attack on HMS Eagle by Sergeant Ezra Lee in the Turtle was unsuccessful, but the attempt went down in history as the first submerged attack on a warship.

The second attempt, by the Confederate submarine H. L. Hunley, actually succeeded in sinking the USS Housatonic about five miles offshore of Charleston, South Carolina. Unfortunately the primitive weapon, explosives mounted on a spar attached to the bow of the Hunley not only sank the Housatonic but sank the Hunley as well. Evidence suggests that the explosion probably killed the crew of Hunley at the same time it killed Housatonic*.

I've visited the Warren Lasch Conservation Center in North Charleston (where The Nuke used to live) to see Hunley in the process of being preserved and studied. Such a small boat, the men who crewed her were very brave, not sure how the small vessel managed to stay afloat with all that brass aboard.

World War I saw the first large scale use of the submarine in warfare and the German Imperial Navy were masters of the weapon. At first the German crews were under orders to surface and allow the crew of their intended target, merchant ships of course, no way they would surface near a warship, to take to their lifeboats before sinking the ship with gunfire.

Once the British began arming merchant ships and creating decoy ships loaded with material to make them more buoyant should they take a hit below the waterline and hiding guns behind collapsible bulkheads to open fire on the unsuspecting U-Boats, the Germans ordered unrestricted warfare. No more surfacing and warning the enemy, they would stay submerged and sink the enemy with torpedoes. Which led to the infamous sinking of the RMS Lusitania, which was actually carrying a significant military cargo in addition to its innocent civilian passengers.

The Germans had actually warned passengers away from travel in the war zone they said was in effect around the British Isles in a newspaper ad. Apparently no one took the Germans seriously. Lusitania was thought to be fast enough to get away from any U-Boat wishing to attack her so she was not in convoy.

In the open ocean she could avoid submarines, but a ship always has a destination and as a passenger liner, that destination was no secret.
On 7 May 1915 Lusitania was nearing the end of her 202nd crossing, bound for Liverpool from New York, and was scheduled to dock at the Prince's Landing Stage later that afternoon. Aboard her were 1,266 passengers and a crew of 696, which combined totaled to 1,962 people.[70] She was running parallel to the south coast of Ireland, and was roughly 11 miles off the Old Head of Kinsale when the liner crossed in front of U-20 at 14:10. Due to the liner's great speed, some believe the intersection of the German U-boat and the liner to be coincidence, as U-20 could hardly have caught the fast vessel otherwise. There are discrepancies concerning the speed of Lusitania, as it had been reported travelling not near its full speed. Walther Schwieger, the commanding officer of the U-boat, gave the order to fire one torpedo, which struck Lusitania on the starboard bow, just beneath the wheelhouse. Moments later, a second explosion erupted from within Lusitania's hull where the torpedo had struck, and the ship began to founder much more rapidly, with a prominent list to starboard. (Source)
Now as a kid we were taught that the United States, led by Woodrow (he kept us out of war -not) Wilson entered World War I because of the sinking of Lusitania and the deaths of the 128 American citizens aboard her. Yet, we declared war on Germany on the 6th of April 1917, nearly two years after Lusitania was torpedoed.

Hhmm.

At any rate, the U-Boats in World War I caused great consternation in the British government, they were effective, and deadly. There just weren't enough of them to turn the tide. Especially after the Allies adopted the convoy system, a group of merchant ships escorted by warships.

In World War II, the German U-Boat arm was highly effective once again. Seems the Brits had forgotten the use of escorted convoys and perhaps relied too much on their early versions of ASDIC - what we Americans called (and still call) sonar, an acronym standing for SOund NAvigation Ranging.

In the end the Allies prevailed (again), the German U-Boat arm suffered 75% casualties during the war, losing 793 boats. The U.S. Navy's submarine fleet made a large contribution to victory in the Pacific War, virtually destroying Japan's entire merchant fleet.

The submarine still patrols the oceans of the planet, they are the real capital ships of a modern navy, which is probably why the U.S. Navy names their latest attack boats after states, rather than cities. (American battleships have traditionally been named after states, smaller warships, like cruisers, were named after cities.) Then there are the silent boats of the nuclear triad, quieter than quiet, the Ohio-class ballistic missile nuclear powered submarine has been described as so quiet that it is like a "hole in the ocean."

While the aircraft carrier projects power, it is the submarine that keeps its silent watch, patrolling the seas, escorting the carrier groups, waiting to unleash the nuclear fire, unseen and deadly. And causing politicians and admirals sleepless nights.


A note on that opening painting, it's inaccurate. The artist depicts the Linda Blanche as a rather large merchant ship, she wasn't. You can read more about that here. The same artist did a famous (and inaccurate) painting of the sinking of RMS Titanic.

As to the man who commanded U-21, Kapitänleutnant Otto Hersing, he and his boat had a stellar career in World War I. His boat was the first to sink a ship using a self-propelled torpedo. He had two rather impressive nicknames, Zerstörer von Schlachtschiffe (Destroyer of battleships) and Retter der Dardanellen (Savior of the Dardanelles) for his feat of sinking two British battleships (HMS Triumph and HMS Majestic during the Gallipoli campaign. You can read more about him here. You can read more about his boat, U-21, here. The captain and his boat both survived the war.

Submariners, they're a breed apart no matter who's navy they serve.


Hofer watched as first one, then a second torpedo exploded against the side of the British tanker. Nearly instantaneously, the German captain was nearly blinded by a bright flash, across the water came a deep "woof" and then a colossal "boom" as the big tanker blew itself to atoms.

"Aviation fuel!" the First Watch Officer, Helmut Franken exclaimed.

Hofer felt sick, he could not imagine what that crew had experienced. First the torpedo impacts, each sailor knowing their cargo, then oblivion. He hoped that there had been no pain for those brave men.

Yes, they were the enemy, but they were fellow sailors as well.

Snapping back to the present, Hofer ordered the bridge crew below, he had seen a low dark shape turning towards their position. Damned destroyer must have seen the wake of their torpedo. Time to run!




* After signaling, Dixon's plan would have been to take his submarine underwater to make a return to Sullivan's Island. Although at one point the finders of Hunley suggested she was unintentionally rammed by USS Canandaigua when that warship was going to rescue the crew of Housatonic, no such damage was found when she was raised from the bottom of the harbor. Instead, all evidence and analysis eventually pointed to the instantaneous death of Hunley's entire crew at the moment of the spar torpedo's contact with the hull of Housatonic from the explosion's shock wave which destroyed their lungs and brain tissue in milliseconds. (Source)





¹ Um, no, she's not "sailing," hard to tell if she's even moving, no bow wave, minimal wake. Oh well, journalistic license I suppose.

Tuesday, October 13, 2026

A Tale of the Road

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So on Sunday last I drove down to the Old Line State, the storm yclept Isaias was in the process of making its way up the Eastern seaboard of these here United States and I would, by necessity, have to drive right through it.

Yay ...

The day began with temperatures in the 50s, overcast, but dry. It was not to stay that way. Two hours in, roughly 1100 local, somewhere in Connecticut, the first drops of rain splatted upon my windshield as I sat in the parking lot of one of the multiple service areas along I-95. I remember thinking, "This does not bode well."

It did not.

Before setting off I checked the radar picture, both via Weather Underground and the Weather Channel. Yup, things were going to get sloppy.

I'd love to talk about all the lovely fall foliage I saw, which I did see along I-195 between Providence and Fall River, but what I saw mostly is what you see in that opening photo.

Yeah, moving clouds on the interstate, somewhere encased within each cloud was a motor vehicle. The really big clouds concealed 18-wheelers. To say that extra caution was warranted would be something of an understatement.

Something indeed ...

Only saw standing water in one place, and that was south of Wilmington, DE. Well, truth be told I didn't see the massive puddle (not quite the size of Lake Superior, but ...) until Blue was in its grip.

Fortunately I was not traveling at a high rate of speed but fast enough where the sudden slowdown and sheet of water engulfing my vehicle were startling to say the least. I think I went from 35 mph down to 10 mph in less time than it takes to say that.

I was surprised and somewhat pissed at myself for not paying attention. A momentary lapse which could have proven deadly had it been on the interstate and going faster.

One thing I will say for the latest instantiation of Google Maps is that the user community (via Waze, now owned by Google) reports various things like low visibility, flooded roads, and members of the local constabulary stalking the starship captains.

Guess they missed that one.

At any rate I arrived alive and somewhat the worse for wear at Chez Nuke et Tuttle only an hour or so later than normal. Fortunately traffic wasn't that heavy, lot of "brake tappers" out there though, you know the type, guy hits the brakes a half mile ahead and the "brake tapper" will follow suit.

"Dude, just take your foot off the gas!" I would bellow each time it happened. Still and all, can't be too cautious I suppose.

Better than the asshats who ride someone's bumper and have to be on the brakes constantly.

"Dude, just pass him!" I would bellow in those instances.

Good thing The Missus Herself wasn't aboard, then I'd have to "suffer" in silence.

I do get carried away with "commenting" on the skills (or lack thereof) of the other folks on the road. But my word, why are so many incompetents on the road?

I know, I know, I spent seven plus years driving with the very best motor vehicle operators in the world, so I'm spoiled a bit.

Still and all, I got to where I wanted to go. And that my friends, is all that matters. 



Sunday, May 3, 2026

On the Road, Yet Again ...

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I will be out of pocket for a couple of days, interpret "couple" here to be "at least two, maybe more." The completion of my 73rd orbit around this star is almost upon me (Friday) and there's no place I'd rather be than with family. So it's off to Maryland I go. No doubt I'll be eating from that pictured establishment at some point in the immediate future. While their meat is very good, their baked beans and slaw are to die for.

Seriously good eats.

Please accept my apologies for being such a cranky arschloch yesterday. I get cranky when I don't get enough sleep. It is what it is I suppose. I don't know how to do anything gracefully, let alone age. Sigh ...

So behave, the usual caveats apply: read those folks on the sidebar, talk quietly among yourselves, and try not to trash the place.

Juvat, you have the conn.





Sunday, April 19, 2026

England then homeward bound


Ok, campers, by the time you read this, Mrs J and I will be somewhere over the North Atlantic en-route to Houston. (Which means replying to comments will be spotty if even possible and  even then delayed.) We’ll change planes then a hop, skip and a jump to Austin. Pick up the car and RTB College Station.

Our betting on reception at the house is the dogs will be excited to see us and a “Where have you been, my servants?” from the cat!

C’est la Vie!

A good trip, we made quite a few new friends on the  river cruise, drank some excellent Texas wine from Untamed Wine Estate winery on board, and also spent a couple of days getting reacquainted with Little J, LJW and Miss B in England. More info on the cruise can be found Here.

That latter person has made leaps and bounds of progress. Still a bit small, but smart as a whip. Not quite 4, she speaks in complete sentences and is able to participate and contribute in conversations. A well deserved “Well done” to her and her parents.

Did a bit of touring in France.

 

This was a bullfighting arena built in the Roman times in Arles France.  No bulls in it now, just a cat!

We also visited RAF Crouton, a WWII Fighter base.

 

Gave me a bit of the willies.  Lots of brave men took off from here, some didn't make it back.

 

Visited Blenhiem Castle, home of Winston Churchill.  Very cool, very British, very Large!

 

I don't remember exactly where this was, but Miss B seemed to like it. ;-)

 

Final visit was to Bletchley Park , home to the Code Crackers.This was one of the machines they developed.  Very, very interesting.

All in all, a very fun and interesting trip.  Mrs. J did a great job setting it up and handling "things".  Thanks, Dear!

See y'all next week! 

Thursday, February 26, 2026

Saddle Up!

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Once again it is time to mount up and head out. Boots and saddles, sea and anchor duty, etc., etc., etc.

Hopefully the roads will be like this ...



And not like this (à la Monday instant) ...



We can but hope.

I'm still amazed that after three hours of sleep (admittedly a very sound sleep) I was able to function for most of Wednesday.

I guess I'm just too busy to be tired.

Hey, it could happen!

See you from below the Mason-Dixon, not sure when, not sure how, but we'll meet again some sunny day. (At least I hope we're in for some more sunny days!)

Take it away, Willie!



Bis gleich! Und tschüss!




Tuesday, February 3, 2026

Back Home, Lots of Snow. Yay ...

Chez Tuttle et Nuke, Monday 02 Feb 26
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Okay, last weather post ...

Maybe.

We departed Maryland on Monday morning at approximately 0833 local. Weather was CAVU and bloody cold, roughly 15 (sit down you Northern tier types, we don't want to hear how farking cold it is up there, we're glad it's up there, and not down here). Vehicle was fully fueled and all that was required was a coffee and ration stop (Dunkin').

Once that was done, we set a course for Little Rhody via the Chesapeake Bay Bridge (not to be confused with the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel, which is much further south). We wanted to avoid Baltimore's rush hour (we did) and the Eastern Shore side of Maryland is pretty, much prettier than the environs of Baltimore. It's very rural, lots of farms and open fields.

As you can see in the opening photo, Annapolis has snow, rather a lot. Thing is though, it's about four inches of packed snow, almost a solid, topped by three to five inches of ice. The stuff is impenetrable, except by anti-tank ammo. Seriously, the stuff is solid and hard as a rock.

The further north we traveled the fluffier the snow got. The quantity varied from perhaps six inches in some areas to one to two feet in Little Rhody. Seriously, we got pounded last weekend. But it was nice light snow, easy to shovel.

How do I know you might ask?

Well, our next door neighbors cleared the driveway for us, which was awesome pulling up to a nice clean driveway after driving 425 miles. As we prepared for extra-vehicular activity, i.e. unloading the car and moving stuff into the house, I noted that the path to the deck and the deck itself were still piled high with virgin snow. Maybe a foot? Maybe less? But there it was.

Fortunately I keep a shovel handy at the back of the deck and within minutes a path was cleared.

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More will be cleared on the morrow (today as you read this) but after 7.5 hours behind the wheel with a semi-busted up knee, I was in no mood for further physical activity. So I left it, it will still be there when I get up.

Unless it melts.

Fat chance of that happening, seems the polar vortex is planning an extended stay for the month of February.

So it's winter, real winter, like when I was nobbut a lad.

But back then Dad did the shoveling, now I am the Dad.

Bummer.

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Gotta admit though, the stuff is pretty when viewed in the right light.

From a distance.

Watching someone else shovel.

Sigh ...



Friday, January 30, 2026

No, Really, I'm Fine ...

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It's sore, but there's no swelling. A single Advil and I'm good to go.

Really looking forward to sitting behind the wheel for seven to eight hours today.

But The Missus Herself has spoken and I must bend the knee.

Ah, Hell no.

(I can bend it, would just rather not.)

See you on the flip side.

Update:

Return to base has been postponed due to possibility of a nor'easter on Sunday. Nothing predicted for Maryland, but Little Rhody might see snow and high winds. I'd rather be south with a generator than north without one.

Departure day depends on the forecast, after all, it ain't like I have to go to work, right?

Friday, January 23, 2026

On the Road, No, Jack Kerouac Wasn't Involved ...

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Yup, on the road again.

Heading down to might be more snow than here, but hey, what are ya gonna do? 

Birthdays to celebrate, grandkids to spoil, being a grandparent is a tough job, am I right?

Nah, it's a great job with awesome benefits.

Read those folks on the sidebar, I'll be back Saturday ...

Maybe¹.



¹ If Roberto and Finnegan don't beat the crap out of me. Hey, it's how we play!

Saturday, January 3, 2026

In Orbit (Not Really)

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"OAFS' log, star date who cares, we're retired."

"I've ordered Earthship Blue to leave orbit around the planet Anna-polis 12 and set a course for the Little Rhody system. The Earth-standard Christmas/New Year holidays have come to an end and it's time for the crew to return to its normal activities."

"I've tasked science officer Spock to define what normal actually is. I get no response. He simply stares off into the distance ..."

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"I am reminded, once again, that he is not real, he's an action figure. What's more, not even one in my collection."

"Sigh, it's hard to get real crewmen these days."

"Chekhov, engage."

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"Hmm, apparently he isn't real either."

So yes, I'll have to drive myself home.

See you Sunday, maybe.

It's a travel day, time to return to what passes for "normal" these days ...

Sigh.




Expect a lot of whimsy in the near future. Maybe, I am indecisive and without a clue. Or a care for that matter. 🤔

Saturday, December 6, 2025

The Long and (Not So) Winding Road¹

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So Friday we returned from not so sunny Maryland. The photo above was taken from Chez La Nuke et Tuttle's dining room Friday morn, approximately 0800 local. The forecast called for an accumulation of up to an inch.

Schools were delayed for two hours, plows were deployed in force, salt/sand trucks were everywhere, we followed two of them over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge.

Up to an inch ...

Heaven Forfend!

Mind you, I like preparedness as much as the next guy but the Marylanders seemed to go overboard with it. Still and all, better than my home town up in Vermont did last Thanksgiving. Six to eight inches of snow fell Thanksgiving Eve into the morning of Turkey Day itself. Nary a plow was to be seen. Slid down the road from our hotel. When we hit the state owned highways, the roads were actually plowed.

So yes, kudos Maryland, you should bring the town council from my hometown down to the shores of the Chesapeake and show 'em how it's done.

The snow never amounted to much, a picture Tuttle sent us of our youngest grandson in the snow showed about an inch, no more, maybe a tad less.

But boy howdy was it cold down there! Average temp was about 30-ish during the day, though on one day it actually soared to the 60s! Frolicked outside we did. But mostly high 20s to low 30s at night and maybe high 30s during the day.

So of course, Little Rhody is supposed to be "Arctic cold" this weekend.

Of course, the folks who advertise that don't really know what that means. Not a bloody clue. When I was younger (during the last Ice Age) we saw temps drop to minus 40 (which is the same Fahrenheit and Celsius, so don't harass me with your French Revolutionary ideas and all that metric stuff). Now that was Arctic cold.

Anything above zero ain't Arctic, ain't even close.

And I'll leave you with that. My butt is sore from a long day in the saddle. We'll pick up the WWI story later. No, really, I promise.



¹ Which was the first Beatle's album that I didn't like, not at all. Particularly that song. Left a mark that one did!

Sunday, June 8, 2025

Southbound!

Not the destination, just part of the route ...
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'Tis time to go on a vacation - salt water, sea breezes whispering through the pines, sand, seagulls ...

Ah.

I am on a permanent vacation but the place we're going has no lawn and a magnificent view of Chesapeake Bay.

Hey, these guys are retired too!



Blogging could be sparse, who knows?

Enjoy yourselves and try not to empty the liquor cabinet.

And if you do?

Oh well ...

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Ciao!



Tuesday, April 29, 2025

On the Road Again ...

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It's a travel day today as we head back to Little Rhody. Going to miss playing with the grandkids and hanging out with The Nuke and Tuttle. But there's ponds that need cleaning and grass that needs cutting and ...

I have a cleaning appointment at my dentist on Wednesday. I'm really glad that they make it a habit to call to remind folks as I had completely forgotten. So I've got that going for me.

Note the opening photo, Old Glory is something I still believe in. I am so sick of the name calling and the bitching and moaning which accompanies modern politics and what some people think passes for "discussion."

Believe what you will, I really don't care. Do your job, support and defend the Constitution and please, please, please, just STFU.

I don't care what you believe and I'm not going to belabor you with what I believe. You simply cannot conceive just how badly things have gone downhill in the past few decades. I really do blame the MSM, create a 24-hour news cycle, then you better fill it.

I've always believed that 75% of the world's population isn't all that bright, easily led dontcha know, and that applies to every single organization, clan, country, tribe, and what-have-you on every speck of inhabitable land on this here rock floating in space.

Not bad people, just too many who either can't think for themselves or don't know how. You know, the stupid.

Maybe I'm a pessimist but hey, "Lighten up, Francis." And, most importantly ...

"Get off my lawn."

There are days I almost decide to chuck this whole internet thing and return to blissful ignorance.

Retirement allows me the time to enjoy myself, don't bother me Chicken Little, the sky ain't falling and if it is, it's probably because you're trying to sell me something.

Park's closed, moose out front should have told you.

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Maryland is a beautiful place. I'm going to miss it for a while, but ...

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We'll be back.

Soon.

Loose lips sink ships and watched pots never boil.

Damn, just lighten up people, enjoy life and stop trying to be a pain in everyone else's ass. Both sides!

Be seeing you.

/rant


Carry on.



Wednesday, March 26, 2025

Tired, I'm Tired Boss ...


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Long drive, Your Humble Scribe and The Missus Herself are exhausted.

Traffic through Baltimore and New Jersey was not bad at all.

Then we hit the GW bridge in New York - absolute suckage. Four lanes go down to two, why? Who knows? There are construction signs everywhere, roads are ripped up, barriers are in place but not a sign of, ya know, actual people working.

Want to know just how badly that city is run, just drive through it (actually just near it, the suckage is like a black hole).

But the Connecticut Highway Department makes NYC look like an efficient Swiss watch!

We're heading up I-95 and hit ten miles of bumper to bumper traffic. No signs to indicate what's going on, the GPS said there was a "lane closure ahead." No indication of where though.

Then we came upon it. One truck with a big flashing arrow pointing to the left is driving about two feet into the travel lane. About a half mile ahead is another similarly accoutered truck, this one is half in the travel lane and half on the shoulder.

Finally, there is a third truck, completely blocking the travel lane. In front of that truck is a street sweeper, cleaning the shoulder. Mind you, all of this equipment is traveling at about five to ten miles an hour.

Sarge, what's the big deal? They need to clean those shoulders dontcha know?

Yes, perhaps they should visit freaking New Jersey, where we saw three, yes three, street sweepers all on a similar mission. These all had one truck behind them (one!) with the flashing arrow thing. No traffic pretty much stopped for ten freaking miles, no sir. Things flowed.

Mind you, I've seen Connecticut shut down parts of I-95 so they could cut the one yard wide freaking grass strip in the center of the road adjacent to the concrete barriers dividing the highway. Yes, an entire section knocked down to one lane. Hey, here's an idea, pave that freaking strip. Save the state money that would.

Man, there are times when I think Rhode Island is poorly run then all I have to do is drive over to Connecticut to restore my faith in Rhode Island government.

Rant over, I'm going to bed.

It was a LONG day.



Tuesday, March 25, 2025

What's Next?

Heading out of town
Gettysburg, PA
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It was a nice vacation, but as all things must, it has ended. We're back on the road to head north to see what springtime always brings ...

Work in the yard.

Dead branches to be bundled, pond to be cleaned, and preparing the yard for summer - and all that entails.

It's the first year since I was nobbut a youth that there is nowhere I have to be, nothing I have to do for someone else, and all the time in the world to do what we want/need to do.

I'm sure The Missus Herself has some very firm ideas as to what needs doing, after all, they're her gardens and yard - I just live here. But whatever she wants done, she'll be doing the bulk of the work, she always does. Me?


Well, it's a living ...


After the trip to Gettysburg, I feel the need to scribble some historical fiction. I'm pretty certain it will be set in the years 1861 to 1865, on the North American continent, and having something to do with that war.

How not to be political? Well, tell soldiers' tales, leave the politicians and the generals out of it. I have some thoughts on the matter, but why ruin a good story?

We shall see. Long drive today, stuff that needs doing on the morrow, we'll see how it goes.

Until then ...