Aidos Mutha 2011

Just a quick rant. The AD 2011 mostly sucked and I for one am glad that the SOB is over. It started out slowly and showed promise. It is ending almost as slow as it started and is still showing promise. Trouble is, you can't take promise to the bank. Messrs Wells, Fargo and Chase want the long green not some freakin' promise.
Having said that, it looks like the old Midas touch has come back. You know, everything that I touch turns to mufflers, also a deposit came in on a nice order this week and I saw Tom Waits on Austin City Limits so I guess things are starting to finally look up.
We'll see. Anyway, keep your chin up sailors and lead with your left. It's gonna get better soon. Trust me.

NIMBY

I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore.
I went to a meeting this evening put on by the Los Cerritos Wetlands Land Trust.

The meeting's intent was to stir up civic opposition to a proposed development project planned to be built across the street from me. I know that I am a Libertarian and despise government interference, but this project is over the top. Some asshole developer wants to tear down the Hotel complex across the street on a ten acre parcel and build a 12 story 100 room hotel with a 4,368 Sq. Ft. restaurant, plus 21,092 Sq. Ft. of non-hotel restaurant space, plus a six story 325 condominium unit, and 191,475 Sq. Ft. of retail space. Thus turning my little paradise into overbuilt hell.
Traffic around AB Marina during the week is manageable, but when they setup the Farmer's Market and Chochky Land on Sunday, I don't dare try to drive anywhere because of the traffic. This abortion will make everyday Sunday and I don't feel like climbing into a palm tree with an AK-47 and thinning out the herd to manageable levels. So, I am going to abandon, or at least modify, my Libertarian beliefs and become a liberal, anti-growth, bomb throwing anarchist. Film at eleven.
You may want to read
http://www.egretsnotregrets.com/2011/10/light-at-end-of-tunnel-appears-to-be.html

A quick rant.

Another example of watch what you say on a slow news day.

The Hank Williams debacle is a prime example.

Look at what he said. Williams, unprompted, said of Obama's outing on the links with House Speaker John Boehner: "It'd be like Hitler playing golf with (Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin) Netanyahu."

Good God, it's a metaphor. Was Hank also comparing Boehner to Netanyahu?

Once again, the sky is falling.

Chef Hector

On Face book today, Fazoli's asks,

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Actually the kid should not be using a spoon. He should be using only a fork. How do I know?
I learned from no less an authority than Chef Hector.
When I was a lad in Cleveland, back in the late 1940s, my mom and dad and I would go to Chef Hector's Restaurant in downtown Cleveland. I remember it well. At Euclid and E 9th., you walked south half a block and then turn down this alley. Near the end of the alley, were steps covered with a round-topped canvas awning leading down to the restaurant. The front flap of the awning was lettered CHEF HECTOR's. It was like a setting in a gangster movie. Hell, we lived in a gangster movie.
I don't think that I had even started school yet when we were there one night and I was having my usual spaghetti with butter. That little concoction has gone by the wayside by now. But I digress. I was slopping my sketti all over the place when Chef Hector walked by.
He said "You don' know how to eat the spaghetti young man? I show you how." He put the spoon down and said, "You only usea the fork, no spoon." Then he said, "If you slop a bit around, who cares? That's why you tuck the napkin into the front of your shirt".
And then he left.
My dad chuckled a bit and then asked me if I know who had just showed me how to eat spaghetti properly. I said Chef Hector. He then told me that Hector's last name is Boaiardi.

Todays Rant

I took the train home from LAX on Saturday. It's a hell of a lot cheaper than taking the Super Shuttle which is what I did at four in the morning on my way out of town. I didn't feel like taking public transportation through Compton at 4 AM, if it's even running at 4 AM. So I springed for the 31 bucks as, sort of, life insurance.
Taking the train back during daylight hours is fun, to me, and a mini adventure as well. I was sitting in the front of the train and being the nosy bastard that I am, I was reading the nameplate riveted to the operator's door. The train was made in Japan in 1989 by Nippon Sharyo. I remember what a fuss there was when the public realized that these trains would be made in Osaka and not Oakland. Yes, they should have not only been made in the USA, but in California.
Now if my calculator is working, 1989 would have been 22 years ago and I'm guessing that these trains have a service life of about 25 years. This means that there should be a replacement order surging down the pipeline. I hope like hell that the new trains are made in Silmar and not Shanghai.

We are supposedly trying as a nation to get our economy moving again so we had a Cash For Clunkers program. Well guess what. Shouldn't that program have been structured for American built cars? Not for cars built in Japan or Korea or even Germany? I know that a lot of so called, foreign cars are assembled here in the US and that would have been OK, if not great. But no, we couldn't even implement that little detail. Nice going you moron bureaucrats. That was a real shot in the arm for the US economy.

Lastly, there is probably much that we can do about the flood of Illegal Immigrants. We can't send them all back. It's impractical, there's just too damn many of them. But we can do a few things, and one of them is if an Illegal is stopped by the police and in fact, is truly is here illegally and is driving a foreign car. The car should be impounded and crushed. Sound a bit draconian? Not really. The least an Illegal Alien, not Undocumented worker, can do after entering our country is buy American and help keep some money, and jobs, here and not in Tokyo, Soul or Stuttgart.
I'm sorry if you don't agree with me. I hope that you do, and if you do, please pass thiss on to others either by cutting and pasting this message or the above web address.
Thanks.

Missile Tech Niel F Collins

I learned today that Missile Tech 2cl. Neil Collins has passed away. Neil was not only a shipmate and a comrade in arms, he was a friend. He was also a Waddell Plankowner and appreciated being a member of an elite group of sailors called Missile Technicians. I went aboard Waddell in February of 64 as part of the pre-com crew while she was was still in Todd Shipyard in Seattle being built. Thanks to the powers that be, instead of being the Leading Missile Technician, I ended up in the Missile Guidance Radar Room as part of some ill-advised cross-training experiment. This lasted about nine months and felt more like nine years. About six months after the ship was commissioned, and a few missile shots under our belts, I finally got my shop back shortly afterward, we got jerked out of our training cycle and quickly were deployed over to Westpac, IE Viet Nam. Neil was a calming influence in our little crazy world. He was capable of keeping his head screwed on tight when all was going crazy. This picture was taken in some sailor bar in Sasibo Japan in 1965.

From left to right is a Missile Tech named Shaw, I can't remember his first name right now. The guy on the right of him is Dave Bradberry who was a great guy to have working with you. Next is me the Fearless Leader and then Neil. This was our first WestPac although Waddell was our second ship. Neil was previously on another DDG, I forget which one. Dave and I were both on carriers. Dave was on Kitty Hawk CVA-63, and I was on Constellation CVA-64. We were all glad that we came together on our DDG.

After nine months on the gun line in So. Viet Nam and up running SAR of of Hiphong, we ended up unwinding in Olongopo, Philippines. By then we were hardened combatants, but somehow Neil stayed cool as a cucumber. He's the calm looking guy on the left. My old running-mate from Southern Indiana, IE NAD CRane, Bart Hart is the guy above my head and I am the hard-ass on the right.

The last time I saw Neil was a few years back at his home outside of Orlando. Although he looked well enough, he told me he did feel like he was well enough to travel to a reunion. Too bad, I was still hoping that we all could get together for a Missile Division reunion here in Long Beach which was our home port during those magic days.

Wadda ya mean a five engined 747.

In the early seventies, I had taken my sister to LAX to fly back to Cleveland. In those days, one could go along to the gate with a departing passenger, and so I did. My sister was flying on a United 474 to Chicago and then changing to a 727 to Cleveland. When it was time to board, my sister and I said our goodbyes, hugged and kissed and off she boarded. I've always loved trains, planes, cars and ships and wanted to watch the big SOB push back. When I looked out the window, I did a double take. There were three engines on the visible right wing. I wondered to myself, since when did Boeing start building six engined 747s?

When the big airplane was turned around to taxi, I did a second double take. The starboard wing only had two engines mounted on it. Now I was completely dumbfounded, so I asked the agent at the gate what was going on. He explained to me that when United needed to have major work done on an engine, the engine was sent to their Chicago maintenance facility and the only practical way to transport these huge engines was to simply attach it to the wing of a 747 and let it rack up a few Frequent-Flier miles.

I have flown a lot over the last forty years. On 747s and L1011s all over the USA and to Japan and Europe. On VC-10s to Austrailia, DC-10s to Korea, on 727s, 737s, 757s and 767s. I've been on hundreds of flights. Hell I even flew a bunch myself as a licensed pilot, but I never saw an odd number of engines on an airplane again. I started wondering if maybe I didn't dream it. It seemed so bizarre, but thanks to Google I found a few of these images to put my feeble mind at ease.