Saturday, December 7, 2019

Pearl

Pearl Harbor on October 30, 1941, looking southwest.
I had the privilege to visit the National Museum of the U.S. Navy in our nation's capital a couple of years ago, it's a superb museum and I think I snapped 200 photos in the short time we were there. At the time they had an excellent display for the attack on Pearl Harbor. While going through those photos to write this post, I found inspiration in the tales of six Americans who were there on that "date which will live in infamy..."


Tales of valor, tales of extraordinary devotion to their nation and their shipmates.

Captain Ruth Alice Erickson, USN
Born 20 June 1913 in Virginia, Minnesota, died 25 November 2008 (aged 95) in Rochester, Minnesota

Please read this.
Messman Third Class Doris "Dorie" Miller, USN
Born 12 October 1919 in Waco, Texas, killed in action 24 November 1943 (aged 24) aboard USS Liscome Bay
at the Battle of Makin off the Gilbert Islands.

Please read this.

For distinguished devotion to duty, extraordinary courage and disregard for his own personal safety during the attack on the Fleet in Pearl Harbor, Territory of Hawaii, by Japanese forces on December 7, 1941. While at the side of his Captain on the bridge, Miller, despite enemy strafing and bombing and in the face of a serious fire, assisted in moving his Captain, who had been mortally wounded, to a place of greater safety, and later manned and operated a machine gun directed at enemy Japanese attacking aircraft until ordered to leave the bridge.

Ensign Theodore W. Marshall, A-V(N), USNR
Please read this.
The President of the United States takes pleasure in presenting the Silver Star Medal (Army Award) to Theodore W. Marshall, Lieutenant, U.S. Navy (Reserve), for gallantry in action while serving with the Patrol Squadron TWENTY-ONE (VP-21), during the Japanese aerial attack on Oahu, Territory of Hawaii, on 7 December 1941. Lieutenant Marshall commandeered a truck and ferried personnel to battle stations. Later, he pursued a torpedo bomber and attacked the enemy craft for 150 miles.

Chief Boatswain's Mate Frank M. Ruby, USN
Please read this.
Captain Cassin Young, USN
Born 6 March 6 1894 Washington, D.C., killed in action 13 November 1942 (aged 48) off Guadalcanal in
the Solomon Islands.
Please read this.

For distinguished conduct in action, outstanding heroism and utter disregard of his own safety, above and beyond the call of duty, as Commanding Officer of the U.S.S. Vestal, during the attack on the Fleet in Pearl Harbor, Territory of Hawaii, by enemy Japanese forces on December 7, 1941. Commander Young proceeded to the bridge and later took personal command of the 3-inch antiaircraft gun. When blown overboard by the blast of the forward magazine explosion of the U.S.S. Arizona, to which the U.S.S. Vestal was moored, he swam back to his ship. The entire forward part of the U.S.S. Arizona was a blazing inferno with oil afire on the water between the two ships; as a result of several bomb hits, the U.S.S. Vestal was afire in several places, was settling and taking on a list. Despite severe enemy bombing and strafing at the time, and his shocking experience of having been blown overboard, Commander Young, with extreme coolness and calmness, moved his ship to an anchorage distant from the U.S.S. Arizona, and subsequently beached the U.S.S. Vestal upon determining that such action was required to save his ship.

Chief Watertender Peter Tomich, USN
Born 3 June 1893 in Prolog, Ljubuški, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Austria-Hungary, killed in action 7 December 1941 (aged 48) at Pearl Harbor, Territory of Hawaii.
Please read this.

For distinguished conduct in the line of his profession, and extraordinary courage and disregard of his own safety, during the attack on the Fleet in Pearl Harbor by the Japanese forces on 7 December 1941. Although realizing that the ship was capsizing, as a result of enemy bombing and torpedoing, Tomich remained at his post in the engineering plant of the U.S.S. Utah, until he saw that all boilers were secured and all fireroom personnel had left their stations, and by so doing lost his own life.

In a time of great peril, they persevered, they did their jobs. Let us ever remember them, and the many like them who have served this nation in time of war since 1775. We owe our freedom to them. Remember them, always.




This and the previous three photos were taken at the National Museum of the U.S. Navy
Forgive we should, forget we should not.

To their memories...



Previous posts on 7 December 1941:
Yes, I've been known to reuse post titles, I try not to, but it happens. The 2012 and 2014 posts are indeed different.

Friday, December 6, 2019

Out of Time


No time for an extensive post. my oldest daughter, The Nuke, stopped by on her way to Groton on Thursday eve. A quick dinner and then she was off, hopefully she'll have time to stop by on her way back to DC today.

We went out to my favorite Mexican place, which is maybe a hundred yards from Chez Sarge which also makes it convenient. In the summer we've been known to walk there and, to be quite honest, I have staggered back a time or two after a few cerveza, for medicinal purposes of course.

Anyhoo, some great comments over the past cuppla, really appreciate you readers.

Anyhoo, I highly recommend this post from Aesop, good man there, Olympic class rants and lots of good insight into what ails our society today. In forthright language, of course. This particular post deals with the abject stupidity which often masquerades as weapon procurement programs out of the Five Sided Puzzle Palace, aka, the Home for Wayward Skywarriors.

For those of you with an interest in history (What's that? Most of you?) there's a story of a fellow I'd never heard of, a Mr. Wentworth Cheswell. You've no doubt heard of Paul Revere and William Dawes, riding around the countryside warning the colonists that the Regulars were on the road and weren't on a nature hike. Mr. Cheswell rode forth as well on that night. While Revere and Dawes went west, Cheswell went north. What makes his story all the more interesting is that he was a black man. From my point of view he was a patriot and a hero. Do read this. Quite often the contributions of non-white Americans get ignored in the history books. Nice to see that being rectified.

After finding that website a couple of weeks ago I spent rather more than a few hours exploring. Stuff they don't teach in school anymore, lots of historical tidbits about my native region.

Seeing as how I had little time Friday night, I gave The Muse the night off.

That may have been a mistake, we shall see.




Thursday, December 5, 2019

Humans are Horrific Space Orcs*

A patrol of Company F. 6th Ranger Battalion, investigating a native hut on Dinagat Island in the Philippines
(U.S. Army photograph)
I think that there are valid arguments for our species being some sort of inter-galactic bad asses.

I'm going to let Beans and Paweł write this post in an attempt to prove my assumption. (Their comments are usually entertaining and informative, well done guys.)

From Beans -
Humans doth be weird critters. Omnivores who do far better on a meat heavy diet than a meat light diet (our guts are really too short to do plant stuff well. Seriously. One of the indicators of whether an animal is a carnivore or not is gut length. Shorter guts mean more carnivorous. Dog guts are longer in proportion to their body than cat guts are. Dogs are scavengerious semi-carnivores (yeah, I made up a word, but dogs can scavenge like vultures or eat meat and stomachs full of veggies, while cats MUST eat meat only. Which makes the concept of vegetarian diets for both rather suspect at best, criminal at worst.)

Longer the guts, the more veggies one can digest, and the crappier the veggie one digests can be. Grazers can eat meat (a surprising number of mice, small birds, grasshoppers, larvae and such are consumed by grazing animals.) But not the other way around. Serious carnivores, like big cats, eat veggie material in order to help unblock blocks in their guts (furballs, the occasional bone fragment, etc.)

We humans do better, live longer, think faster, on animal fats and proteins, supplemented by plant carbs. The more meat and fat, the bigger and stronger the human body gets, and the better the human body is at storing energy (as fat.) The Mongols were noted for gorging on meat and being able to fight and ride for days, while their Chinese opponents were slower due to needing to eat more often and not being able to store food-energy due to their reliance on plants supplemented by meat.

Weird stuff, huh?

As to Herd/Pack, well, yeah. And herd/pack mentality doesn't like it very much when an individual appears who excels. Herd/pack mentality doesn't like being challenged. It gets the individual shunned or killed.
And from Paweł -
  • humans are able to eat almost anything,
  • they use alcohol, which is lethal poison if in excess, for fun and finding sexual partners
  • they can survive broken limbs (try to do it as horse) and very early in history invented surgery
  • in extreme some humans have been performing surgery on themselves, no anesthesia
  • they can dive without equipment almost as good as seals
  • they evolved as apex predators, almost-exterminating lions, tigers and bears, including totally giant cave species
  • 14 year old human girl survived plane crash in Amazon jungle and emerged alive after 2 weeks of wandering
  • they took wolves, their once predators and made their pets
  • they made cats their mercenaries in fighting off rats and mice
  • there are multiple stories of humans, mortally wounded still surviving long enough to kill multiple other humans
  • they have been in state of near constant intra-species warfare for most of their history
  • they are able to fly into space now and are looking for ways past speed of light
  • they have exterminated many own cultures that happened to be either too weak or too fixed in their ways to adapt
  • they are perfectly capable of destroying own planet with nukes, but managed to hold this capacity in check for 60+years
  • once they spread into galaxy it will be all over for us
- From Galactic Council report on humans
Paweł also had an indirect link to *this.

After reading all of that, I have come to the conclusion that we are a very scary species. Perhaps if there are other civilizations out there among the cosmos, they won't contact us because they're terrified of letting us know that they exist. Of course, looking at human history itself leads one to believe that compared to humans, the rest of nature is pretty benign.

On the other hand, maybe those theoretical inter-galactic civilizations out there can't contact us because the speed of light really is unattainable and we're all adrift on our rocky homes speeding along through the universe until Time itself ends.

If it does.

Now my head hurts...



Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Following the Herd

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Had three to four inches of the white stuff here in Little Rhody from Monday night into Tuesday morning, with all of the traffic mishaps which that often entails. On the way into work, there were the timid drivers, who slow down to about five miles an hour if it's snowing, and the insane drivers, who figure, as they have four wheel drive, that their brakes will work just as effectively on snow/slush/ice as they do on dry pavement.

While timid is frustrating (I cannot abide driving at five miles an hour when the conditions will allow 20 on a straightaway. sure corners are different, but really?), insane is often terrifying. Folks barreling along at 10 to 20 miles an hour over the speed limit when the roadway is messy and slippery are just crazy. But my point here is that people who are perfectly capable of getting from point A to point B in a motorized conveyance without running into anything, seem to completely lose their minds when there is wet stuff falling from the sky.

On the way to work Tuesday morn, there was a traffic slowdown just a mile short of my destination. While it is a school zone (where the law requires us to drive past the school at 20 mph or less) and going slower is a way of life during the school year (in Little Rhody the school lights flash all day as opposed to some states - like Colorado - which only flash those lights when the wee ones are actually coming to school, or going home), Tuesday morning saw traffic come to a dead stop.

Okay, I thought to myself, probably an accident or a breakdown, one (or more) lanes are closed.

Yup, it might have been a breakdown or perhaps a minor fender bender (I didn't see any visible damage or car parts littering the roadway) but the gawkers were out in full force. Slowing to a walking pace to see the tow truck guy putting a vehicle on the back of his flatbed. No bodies, no gore, no crumpled body work, nothing.

I could see that there was naught to see from fifty yards away, why stop and see nothing? Which made me think, "Our species is such a herd animal." But are we?

So I went surfing, the Interwebz of course, to see what I could see.

Psychology Today's website has a number of articles on that topic, as does Quora's website. The difference being that the articles on Psychology Today are seemingly written by highly educated types in the field of psychology, the "answers" given on Quora are suspect, at best.

Quora's purpose is stated as "Quora is a place to gain and share knowledge. It's a platform to ask questions and connect with people who contribute unique insights and quality answers." Which is not an unreasonable description of what goes on over there. IMHO, it's also a place which belies the old saw, "There is no such thing as a stupid question."

Oh dear, yes, there are stupid questions, there are thousands upon thousands of stupid questions. On the bright side, the number of stupid answers far outweigh the number of stupid questions. Just subscribe to Quora, it's often informative, often entertaining.

But after reading a couple of answers to the "Are humans herd animals? query, I had to stop. Some of the answers were odd, to say the least, like -
Humans ‘were’ herd animals and now can only be called as social animals. This is the result of evolution and addings to human knowledge and awarness. The bio-physo advancements in the human beings has made humans from heard to social animal. Yes, ‘changed’ from just a herd animal to social animal, as the human awarness increased with time, gaining new social, psycho,philo- and housing-concepts.
As should be defined; the term herd is used for certain animals which come together or are brought together by humans for their collective behaviour. This term is limited to only practical procedures related to these animals, like; food search, shelter (according to habitat, if naturally), and breeding I must add.
However, when we talk about social animals, there is a defined struture for interection and connectivity between the groups. The primitive neccessities of for survival are based upon these structures, but in a complex way than herding. One another important fact of it is that the limitations are not bounded to only practical procedures, but include the concept of reasonating and conscience (as in humans).
Furthermore,
In herds, there is no concept of dependence, only for some basic survival neccessities if that includes. But in Social-animals, there is the concept of dependency in each and eavery action, whether done individually or in a formed group. This dependence is not, however,always direct, but most of the times indirect, and their is always the connectivity between thoughts which makes it impossible for one to stand out as an “lone survivor”. Even if one is not physically or economiaclly, or even philosophically connected to the society, he/she is always psychologically inter-connected with the society.
So yeah, Humans ‘are’ only Social-animals.
I didn't correct the English or grammar above. No, I didn't agree with that answer. The following, from Psychology Today, was much more interesting -
The philosopher Hannah Arendt famously argued that the atrocities of the Holocaust were not caused by psychopaths but by ordinary people placed under extraordinary pressure to conform. Since then we have learned that the pressure need not be extraordinary at all. In fact, it may not be experienced as pressure, but as relief. Human beings are herd animals. We survive only in highly coordinated groups. Individually, we are designed to pick up social cues, coordinate and align our behavior with those around us. Recent research has shown that social disapproval provokes the brain's danger circuits. Conformity soothes.
A far more interesting answer, not just because I agreed with the basic premise. We are, in some ways, herd animals. Not completely, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Sure there are outliers, like the guy (typically, females of our species tend to be far more sociable in my experience) living all by himself off in the mountains. He needs no human contact to survive. And those types are not all sociopaths, if that's what you're thinking.

Do I think that we are herd animals? Yes and no. Yes, for the many who refuse to think for themselves and let themselves be stampeded off in whatever cause du jour their "betters" decide is a cool thing to have or do.

F'rinstance, the down turn in the economy back around '08-'09. The Meejah said things were going to get bad, save your money, the "experts" predicted various doom and gloom scenarios, so the herd beings didn't go out, they stayed home, didn't buy stuff they wanted, didn't go out to entertainment venues. So yeah, less money was spent, places had to shut their doors, people lost their jobs. Well, the experts said so. The bolt of lightning out on the Plains spooked the herd and the "prophecy" was self-fulfilling.

Yeah, it's more complicated than that, but basically that's what happened. An election is held, the herd stampedes on Wall Street and stock prices go down (or go up) with no more rational explanation than that the herd got spooked.

But not all humans are herd animals. Some are pack animals, some can be considered in the same vein as a pride of lions. Small proactive groups, they don't follow the mob, they actually (and the Meejah hate this) think for themselves.

After all, we are a rather complex species (I've heard us called "upright apes with fancy shoes," that might have been Shaun, I don't recollect). We're too scrawny to be predators like the tiger or the lion. We don't really have the stamina to hunt like the wolves or the African wild dogs. We're born weak and defenseless.

But we're awfully adaptable. It's that big brain combined with those opposable thumbs which make us a very formidable predator. We're also omnivores (yup, we'll eat damned near anything), like bears (cue a bear in the comments). We band together to protect our young (who take forever to develop!) and we learn fairly quickly compared to some species. We can also pass that knowledge along to our young (without the help of the Department of Education, thank you very much). Sure, an individual lion will kick our ass one on one nearly every single time, but get a bunch of us together, the lion is toast!

An interesting thought for a day which was highlighted by a bit of snow and part of the herd passing slowly by a traffic mishap, rather like a herd of wildebeest munching grass while watching the lions eat one of their late compadres. Perhaps it was one of those "there but for the Grace of God" moments.

But there were others who drove by without a glance, probably thinking that the lions might still be hungry!

Looks pretty from the kitchen door...
What sayest thee?




Tuesday, December 3, 2019

Well, It Is December

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That opening pictorial representation of "why is it freaking raining out, it's colder than Hell*?" will become clear momentarily (or not, you never know where these posts will go). At any rate, Sunday night into Monday morning, we saw three out of four of the listed atmospheric phenomenon.(Yes, that was the Imperial "we.")

As Operation Marble Throne Room was set to commence on or about 02 December 2019, at approximately 0800 local, The Missus Herself was out and about purchasing some needed items for said operation. Whilst said items were not needed at the commencement of the operation, the love of my life wanted those items in stock and ready to go when the time came for them to be brought into action. (In less fancy talk, she went out and purchased faucet assemblies for the brand new vanity which has been in my basement for the last cuppla months, waiting for it's time on the stage, so to speak.)

Left to mine own devices for an entire Sunday afternoon, I had only one task (set by myself) to be completed before sundown. That task was to mount the Christmas candles in the windows facing south and east on the first floor of the manse and mount same in the south, east, and west facing windows of the second floor. (For those of you of a European-bent, that would be the ground and first floors respectively.)

Before commencing said task, my cellular device chortled at me to indicate that I had incoming traffic. Gazing at the display on said cellular device I saw that it was the youngest of my offspring, The WSO. As I was in the midst of deploying Christmas candles and trying to talk with the youngest, I was a bit distracted. It was only on the second candle that I actually looked outside. It was snowing. Snowing like a sumbitch.

"Fire truck** me, it's snowing!" I exclaimed.

As The WSO was speaking to me through the built-in phone thingy*** in her car, I should have realized that the grand-progeny might be in the car with her. Which, of course, they were.

"Mom, grandpa said a bad word!" I heard in the background.

"No baby, it's snowing and I see a fire truck outside." I said, attempting to cover my verbal misstep.

"Really grandpa?" Asked the eldest of The WSO's progeny.

"Um, um, um..." I fumbled.

"Of course baby, I'm sure grandpa wouldn't use a bad word." sayeth The WSO.

"Why not, he does all the time?" Was my granddaughter's riposte.

"Sorry babe, grandpa did say a bad word, and I apologize."

With that out of the way, The WSO went about her way and I returned to my Christmas candling activity.

As The Missus Herself was out and about and the snow showed no sign of abating, I was becoming a bit concerned. Though The Missus Herself is an excellent driver, she doesn't like to drive in the snow (and now you're saying "Well, who does?" Uh, I do, I rather enjoy the challenge). As it was starting to stick to the street, things were starting to look a bit dicey.

At that point she pulled into the driveway, her faucet assembly acquisition trip complete. As she came into the house, she exclaimed...

"What crazy weather! It's turning to rain now."

I responded with, "Well, it is December."

Thanks to that lead-in pictorial, I now know why we get rain, snow, sleet, and freezing rain during the winter. Though it all starts as snow (depending on cloud altitude) what we get at ground level depends on what temperature bands that precipitation went through as it obeyed the law of gravity. Which is kinda interesting. To me at any rate.

Welcome to December. It's supposed to turn to snow again Monday night. Yes, it's been wet and drizzly all Monday, not a lovely day at all****. Still better than a sharp stick in the eye and one does not need to shovel rain.

So we've got that going for us...






* The term "hotter than Hell" also gets used. Not sure if there are parts of Hell that are cold and other parts that are hot, I also don't wish to find out.
** Yeah, I went full bore, the real deal, didn't mention fire trucks at all which, as ye shall see, was a bit of a mistake on my part.
*** built-in phone thingy is, of course, technical jargon.
**** While most folks would not call the weather we had on Monday "lovely," it did have a sort of gray, misty magnificence to it. I like a gray day now and again, bring the clouds down low and it is pretty in some ways. YMMV

Monday, December 2, 2019

In search of

So...There I was*......

A couple of months ago, my beloved bride walked in while I was slaving away trying to write a post.  Deadlines were fast approaching and Sarge, the slavedriver our beloved leader, was inquiring about its status. Realizing the arrival of a higher power than even Sarge, I ceased typing and turned my attention to Mrs J.  (I ain't no dummy.  Well...most of the time.)

"juvat, you know that since I am a travel agent, that I've got to visit places and do things, right?"

"Yes, Dear"

"Well, one of those times is upon us."

"Yes, Dear"

"I, meaning you and I, have to go on a cruise."

"Yes, Dear"

"We're going to sail from San Juan, Puerto Rico to Fort Lauderdale."

"Yes, Dear"   (whilst thinking "That ought to take about a day."

"And visit 8 other islands, in between."

"Yes, Dear"  (See?  I'm quite the conversationalist.)

"Oh, and it's all inclusive"

"Oh...shucky Darn!  I'll bet they don't have any fresh Scotch, they probably only have that old stuff to drink.  Well, Dear, if that's what we need to do, I guess I'll just suck it up and go along."

So we did.  The cruise line was SilverSea  and the Ship was the Silver Whisper.  It's a smaller ship, only holds 388 passengers and about the same in crew.  But smaller means that it can get into smaller ports that the big ships can't get into.

This wasn't our first cruise on SilverSea, that would have been last year when Sarge and I had our grand meet up.   Given that experience, I was glancing around as we were boarding.  It looked very much like I was a shoe-in for that coveted cruise award, the Youngest Passenger.  (My beloved wife/travel agent being a couple of months more experienced in life than I.)

I was mentally rehearsing my acceptance speech while participating in the lifeboat drill, when I noticed a family from Norway.  There were 6, two grandparents, two parents, and an 18 month and a 3 year old.  Brought the average age of the passenger list down by about 20 years they did.

First stop was St Thomas and the excursion took us on a jeepney to the top of the mountains overlooking the port.  There were a couple of "leap of faith" hairpin turns along the way.  That would be where the road both changes direction as well as elevation, and the driver can neither see oncoming traffic or whether the road even exists on the other side.

Got the heart rate up a bit, yes it did.  Almost as much as when he backed in to a parking space at the top.  Being at the back of the jeepney, I could see the 3 inch high "curb" disappear under the car as we continued to roll back.  I exchanged a glance with the guy sitting beside me as we had a fantastic, unobstructed view all the way down to the ocean.  The rum tasting that followed was much appreciated.

Next stop was Gustavia on St Barts where the natives speak Frawnch!  A very nice port where I discovered something I didn't know.


This is were old NCOs live in the hereafter.

It is also where I started my search for....The Lair!







Lair requirements include seclusion and limited access and the "See 'em coming" distances should be extensive.

This one fit the bill.



Oh, and it should have multiple modes of evacuation.

Such as:


For those interested MV Utopia sleeps 12 and is available for $465/week**.


Next stop was Antigua where, even with 5 cruise ships in port, there is absolutely NO shortage of cab drivers!  After repeating the statement "No, I don't want a cab!" at least 200 times we turned around and walked back to the dock...maybe 200 yards.

The next morning dawned in Fort-de-France, Martinique and our planned excursion was Rum and Bananas.  No, Beans, Rum is not made from bananas.  It's made from sugar cane which, along with Bananas, is Martinique's main export.
The distillery  had a nice tour of the original facility along with its machine shop.  Unfortunately, my phone was giving me fits at the time and I got no pics of that.  Mrs J wasn't as interested in mid 1800s lathes and other tools as I was.  I thought the Banana plantation would be kinda boring, but, as usual, I was wrong.

Did you know that banana's don't grow on trees?  Nope...they're flowers.  See?  Not boring.

Les Saintes was another Lair opportunity, complete with a landing craft for invasion and/or retreat.

Another day, another Island.  This time we're back with Ze Frawnch on Les Saintes, where we're going to learn to appreciate Rum and Chocolate.  The port is very small (we tendered in) and only has one street.  Nevertheless, we nearly got run over by motorcycles.

OK, not Harleys, more like Vespas.  But Granny's on Vespas will kill you just as dead.

The rum tasting was entertaining.  Unlike wine tasting, you don't stick your nose in the glass.  I learned that when the young lady leading the tasting corrected me.  Oh,  and you don't chew chocolate.  I learned that in a similar fashion.

I think I was her favorite.

Sunday morning dawned and we're on Sint Maarten, Netherland Antilles.  Most of you know it from the picture of the 747's landing over the top of people on the beach.   While on board ship, we had made friends with another couple, the husband of the pair was a retired airline pilot.

Yes, Beans, we talked a lot about flying, using our hands and all.  He won the story telling competition when he mentioned that he happened to be airborne on 9/11.  Interesting guy.

Anyhow he had mentioned that runway, and our intent was to visit that beach site (sight?).   However, one of the drawbacks to sailing on a small ship is it doesn't have a lot of passengers, meaning there's minimal return for cab drivers to work on Sunday.  Where were all those Cabby's we'd turned down in Antiqua?


But there was a potential Lair site.  High atop this hill is a platform which might suffice.

Alternate escape route, juvat?

Sarge, that would be the zip line that you leap off the platform on.

No, Beans, it wasn't open either.

Island stop #7 is Spanish Town, Virgin Gorda, BVI, where we're going to visit the Baths.  By now, Mrs J and I (but mostly me) are shopped out.  This excursion is a visit to a beach with a walk through a field of basalt rocks.


Yes, I was a bit concerned about this section.  I made it through, head first and on my back.


One more Lair.  This one was a spotting tower for the fort across the bay.  Chanters who might have been Cannon cockers in a prior life can probably better explain, but I think the spotting towers would help with ranging targets.

Final island?  Key West.  Visited Hemingway's house.  Did not know that he (and his wife) had gone ashore at Normandy to report on the invasion.  Received a Bronze Star for it.

And, because Jimmy Buffett, we visited Margaritaville. Been there...got the T-shirt....Now.

Very relaxing trip, caught up on a lot of reading, learned some stuff,  enjoyed some Rum and Scotch, but, as always, it's good to be home.

*SJC

**Oops..... $465K/week...c'mon! What's three zeros between friends?  Maybe when I win the lottery...the fourth time.

Sunday, December 1, 2019

The Season's Upon Us...

Christmas Market in Rothenburg ob der Tauber
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Yes, it's that time of year. As Thanksgiving fades in the rear view mirror, Christmas and Hanukkah start to appear over the horizon. One of my fond memories of Germany is attending the Christmas markets in our area. The little stalls selling all sorts of delicious things to snack on or take home, and don't get me started on the Glühwein. Just the thing to take the edge off a brisk winter's day.

Christmas has always been my favorite holiday, even before I understood the meaning of the day. The tree, the ornaments, the sparkling lights on the trees and in so many windows. As a kid we always had colored lights, when we were in Germany The Missus Herself took a liking to the German display of white lights. Which do look very nice on a cold winter's night.

No matter where we were, we tried to make Christmas special.

I will never forget our first Christmas as husband and wife, as you might imagine, Christmas isn't as big a deal in Korea as it is in the US. Well, it is from a religious point of view, but you don't see the bright lights and almost no one had a Christmas tree in those days. You might be able to imagine my surprise when I came home from a long, cold day working on aircraft to find that our little apartment had been decorated by The Missus Herself.

My oldest brother-in-law had even found a tree, a small pine in a pot, which the love of my life had decorated as well. The place looked incredible, everything sparkled and twinkled in the soft lights of the little tree.

While these days we limit ourselves to candles in the windows, we don't put up a tree unless one or more of the kids are in town, for years The Missus Herself went wild decorating for the holiday. It was a lot of work which is probably why we don't really do that anymore.

Yes, I miss it but we're usually elsewhere at Christmas. At my Mom's or at one of the kids' homes and they always have a tree.

As the years roll by, I don't know where Christmas will find us from year to year, but find us it will. I hope the joy and peace of the holidays will find you this year, wherever you are.

Now, a Chant Christmas tradition!



Happy December!