For all my aviator friends…

God does not subtract from man’s allotted time the hours spent while flying, but He exacts harsh penalties for those who do not learn to land properly.

The difference between fear and terror: fear is when your calculations show you may not have enough fuel to make it to your destination. Terror is when you realize you were right.

I wore my mask while pulling 9 Gs, checking six, pumping out flares, telling #2 to “BREAK LEFT!”, selecting auto guns, locking up a bandit, selecting the AIM-9, keeping visual while gaining a tally, getting a 1500 MHz tone, watching my altitude, planning an egress, shooting the bandit, telling #2 to “bugout south”, reforming into tactical formation, pushing it up, taking it down, short range radar, and resetting the CAP….and all you gotta’ do is pick up a gallon of milk.

Mommy, I want to grow up and be a pilot. Honey, you can’t do both.

When you see a tree in the clouds, it’s not good news.

Heaven is crowded with civilian pilots who did not get their Instrument Rating.

Aviation’s greatest invention was the relief tube.

My junior high school teacher told me no one would pay me to look out the window. Now I’m an airline captain.

The older I get, the better pilot I was.

I’m at the age when I realize the best thing about flying fighters was free oxygen.

Takeoffs are optional, landings are mandatory.

Never fly the “A” model of anything

Because I’m the Captain, that’s why!

Pilots – looking down on people since 1903.

There are three simple rules for making a smooth landing. Unfortunately, no pilot knows exactly what they are.

The average fighter pilot despite a swaggering personality and confident exterior is capable of feelings such as love, affection, humility, caring and intimacy. They just don’t involve others.

When everything else is going against you, remember an aircraft still takes off into the wind.

Friday Pilots Pat Halloran and Tom Keck in their SR-71s, “Yeah, though I fly through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for I am at 80,000 Ft. and climbing.

An idiot can get an airplane off the ground, It takes a pilot to get it back in one piece.

Pilot dictum: remember, in the end, gravity always wins.

You can only tie the record for flying low.

Black boxes may be replacing pilots, but pilots can be maintained easily and produced by unskilled labor.

Many young, inexperienced pilots have delusions of adequacy.

Flying is the art of learning to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

Richard Reid forced us to remove our shoes in the TSA line. Thank goodness he wasn’t the “underwear bomber.”

Elderly lady to airline captain, “Are you sure you are safe to fly?” Answer, “Lady, how do you think I got this old?”

Optimists invented the airplane. Pessimists invented the parachute.

Scientific fact: the rings of Saturn are composed of lost airline luggage.

Newton’s Law: What goes up must come down. Squadron Commander’s Law: What comes down better be able to go up again!

I was 14 when I wanted to be a pilot. I’m now 80 and still want to be a pilot, but I’d rather be 14 again.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Captain speaking. This was the First Officer’s leg and he made that landing you just experienced. I have asked him to stand at the door and receive your comments.

Passenger to Flight Attendant: “John Wayne didn’t use a seatbelt.” Flight Attendant: “John Wayne isn’t going to New York with us and neither are you unless you buckle up!”

Icarus could have flown if he picked a cloudy day.

As George Carlin said, “If black boxes survive crashes, why don’t they make the whole airplane out of that stuff?

Soldier to a pilot: “Why didn’t you join the Army?” Pilot’s answer, “I found out that good food and clean sheets were readily available on nearby Air Force bases.”

“Roger” – a term used by pilots when they can’t figure out what else to say.

“Cone of Confusion” – all radio terminology on JFK ground control.

“Balls-to-the-wall” – FULL THROTTLE, or an EXTREMELY bad landing.

Kennedy Ground Control to female pilot. “I told you to turn on Alpha!” Female pilot, “Don’t be angry, I didn’t understand you!” Controller, “Are you my ex-wife?”

Beer was invented to make pilot stories more interesting.

Pilots have to be brave so they don’t get scared when they can’t see at night, or inside of clouds, or when a motor or wing falls off.

You have never lived until you have almost died. Life has a special flavor the protected will never know.

Helicopter pilots are different from airplane pilots. Airplane pilots are open, clear-eyed, buoyant extroverts. Helicopter pilots are brooders, introspective anticipators of trouble. They know if something bad has not happened, it is about to.

Death is God’s way of telling pilots to watch their airspeed on final.

You can’t fly unless you can land, but you can’t land unless you can fly. So, which is it?

What is the worst thing that can happen when you are flying? – running out of airspeed, altitude and ideas all at the same time.

All engine sounds are magnified over the ocean.

What do you do when you are in trouble flying? Call for help. What if no help is available? Then no sense calling.

What do you do if you don’t like your boss? Go flying. What if he won’t let you go flying? Go anyway, he won’t be your boss for long.

We are reaching the age where “life sentence” is less of a threat.

FAA motto for pilots: “We’re not happy unless you’re not happy.”

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Also, My friend Glenn Bartley is in the hospital with Covid after fighting it off for over a week. If you have the time, please drop a note on his blog- http://ballseyesboomers.blogspot.com/ And let him know you’re thinking about him.

And there it is…

The first 1 star review of April Fool! If they honestly didn’t like it, that’s fine. At least this one doesn’t appear to be ‘politically’ motivated.

Kindle Customer

Reviewed in the United States on December 23, 2020

If my rating is short, so is this “book”. Just as well, it is boring and juvenile. I do not recommend.
Oddly it took over 50 reviews for this one to hit… Usually I get them in the first dozen or so.
Oh well, can’t make everyone happy, and I know that. But with 400 sales, and still holding up pretty well in the rankings,

#20,547 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)

I’m going to get back to work on the next novel in the queue. Thanks to all of you that have purchased April Fool, and thanks for the reviews.

One other oddity that I noticed was a 3 star review with NO comments. I always thought you had to put at least 15 words in a review, but I guess not…

Ad hoc…

Meeting of the North Texas Writers, Pilots, and Shooters Association last night for supper. It was…interesting…

And we did a ‘Texas’ Christmas dinner. Brisket, DD Tamales, beans, ham, etc. with homemade cookies for dessert!

From discussions of Sati and Charles Napier, to comparisons of various weapons, to an argument over Star Wars canon, to stupid pet tricks in the same (why the hell fly THROUGH the asteroid belt when they could have just as easily went above or below) Best comment- Whoever wrote that was not a flyer and could only think in two dimensions…

And pieces/parts of manuscripts were exchanged, read, commented on and discussed. And the kids went home with sugar highs… LOL

The day after Christmas!!!

Feel for the parents out today hunting more batteries for the kid’s toys…

The Day After Christmas

Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
Every creature was hurtin’ even the mouse.

The toys were all broken, their batteries dead;
Santa passed out, with some ice on his head.

Wrapping and ribbons just covered the floor,
While upstairs the family continued to snore.

And I in my T-shirt, new Reeboks and jeans,
I went into the kitchen and started to clean.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the sink to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains, and threw up the sash.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a little white truck, with an oversized mirror.

The driver was smiling, so lively and grand;
The patch on his jacket said “U.S. POSTMAN.”

With a handful of bills, he grinned like a fox.
Then quickly he stuffed them into our mailbox.

Bill after bill, after bill, they still came.
Whistling and shouting he called them by name:

“Now Dillard’s, now Broadway’s, now Penny’s and Sears
Here’s Robinson’s, Levitz’s and Target’s and Mervyn’s.

To the tip or your limit, every store, every mall,
Now chargeaway–chargeaway–chargeaway all!”

He whooped and he whistled as he finished his work.
He filled up the box, and then turned with a jerk.

He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road,
Driving much faster with just half a load.

Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer,
“ENJOY WHAT YOU BOUGHT…….
YOU’LL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!”

And you can file this away for next year…                                                                               

image001According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December.  Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth  in the spring. Therefore, according to EVERY historical rendition  depicting Santa’s reindeer, EVERY single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be a girl.

We should’ve known… ONLY women would be able to drag a fat-ass man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost.

Guess I’ll go look in the fridge to find what’s left from yesterday’s dinner to munch on today… 🙂

Merry Christmas!!!

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Merry Christmas to you and yours wherever you may be.

This year, due to the WuFlu, I won’t be able to have Christmas with my kids and now three grandchildren and one great-grandchild. Seeing them is something truly special to me.

As I sit here in a warm kitchen sipping a cup of coffee, I can’t help remembering back to being a little boy some 60 years ago, I can only give thanks that I’ve made it this far. I remember the first bike, the first Tonka toys (what I wouldn’t give to still have them), riding over to my friends houses to see what they got and playing for hours…

Then the military, some years Christmas was a string of tinsel in the shop in some overseas location and a box of cookie crumbs.  Other years it was taking the watch so another sailor could have Christmas with his wife and kids. And then it was my family, those first Christmases with my daughters, watching them tear into the wrapping paper with glee, and playing as much with the boxes as the dolls and other toys.

Now I get to watch that for another generation and I’m truly humbled by it.  And thankful I made it this far.  I also can’t help but remember those that didn’t. the ones who for a myriad of reasons aren’t spending time with their families, because we buried them along the way, or they are standing the duty in those far flung locations far from home.

nuff said…

Christmas Eve…

Jeff MacNelly was a friend of the military, and especially of the Navy.  He did a number of ‘special’ cartoons over the years for those of us who served…

This is one of my favorites…  Sadly he passed way too young in 2000 due to lymphoma.

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Author unknown, but a damn good one…

This one goes out to Brigid, Frito, Flake, Juvat, JP, JimJim, Wing, Joe and all the other aviators out there…

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp,
Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.
The aircraft were fastened to tiedowns with care,
In hopes that come morning, they all would be there.

The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,
With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots.
I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,
And settled down comfortably, resting my butt.

When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter,
I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.
A voice clearly heard over static and snow,
Called for clearance to land at the airport below.

He barked his transmission so lively and quick,
I’d have sworn that the call sign he used was “St. Nick”;
I ran to the panel to turn up the lights,
The better to welcome this magical flight.

He called his position, no room for denial,
“St. Nicholas One, turnin’ left onto final.”
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax Reindeer!

With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came,
As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:
“Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun!
On Comet! On Cupid!” What pills was he takin’?

While controllers were sittin’, and scratchin’ their head,
They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread,
The message they left was both urgent and dour:
“When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower.”

He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking,
Then I heard “Left at Charlie,” and “Taxi to parking.”
He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh
And stopped on the ramp with a “Ho, ho-ho- ho…”

He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,
I ran out to meet him with my best set of chocks.
His red helmet and goggles were covered with frost
And his beard was all blackened from Reindeer exhaust.

His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale,
And he puffed on a pipe, but he didn’t inhale.
His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly,
His boots were as black as a cropduster’s belly.

He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red,
And he asked me to “fill it, with hundred low-lead.”
He came dashing in from the snow-covered pump,
I knew he was anxious for drainin’ the sump.

I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk.
He came out of the restroom, and sighed in relief,
Then he picked up a phone for a Flight Service brief.

And I thought as he silently scribed in his log,
These reindeer could land in an eighth-mile fog.
He completed his pre-flight, from the front to the rear,
Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell, “Clear!”

And laying a finger on his push-to-talk,
He called up the tower for clearance and squawk.
“Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction,
Turn right three-two-zero at pilot’s discretion.”

He sped down the runway, the best of the best,
“Your traffic’s a Grumman, inbound from the west.”
Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed through the night,
“Merry Christmas to all! I have traffic in sight.”

TSO brings the goodness…

I hope this night finds you safe in home and hearth with family. Say a prayer for those in the military on duty world-wide who protect our freedoms…

The Christmas Star…

Edit- Apparently the blog went down sometime last night. Thanks to Barron for getting it back up quickly!!!

Was a bit disappointing last night, but the chance to see it was worth the effort.

Here are two of the pics I took last night, one a distant shot, and one with a telephoto. I didn’t have a telescope…

But it does bring back memories of navigating in the P-3s back before GPS and all the fancy stuff… I always loved to find the North Star and Jupiter, with those two I could get a good ballpark fix on where we were!  Last night, Jupiter was 20h 11m 08s,  -20° 31’ 00”, -1.97

Random thoughts…

My parents were born in 1896 and 1909. They were 16 and 3 when the Titanic sank. When they were 18 and 5 World War I began. My dad was in the Army in WWI. When it ended in 1918, 22 million people were dead.

The year the War ended a global pandemic (the ‘Spanish Flu’) struck and by the time it had run its course it had killed 50 million people world-wide. My parents survived. They were 22 and 9. They lived through a global economic crisis started with the collapse of the New York Stock Exchange causing inflation, unemployment, and hunger.

Four years later (1933), the Nazis came to power. Six years after that World War II
began and by the time it ended, six million Jews had died in the Holocaust with over 60
million total deaths world-wide.

Next was the War in Korea began in 1950. I was born in 1951. When the Vietnam War began, my father had been dead for three years. I joined the Navy and went on to serve over 20 years.

Children born in 1985 (now 35) may believe their grand-parents had no idea how difficult life could be, but they survived wars and medical and economic disasters.

Children born in 1995 (now 25) think it the end of the world if an Amazon package takes over three days to arrive, they don’t get more than 15 likes for a photo posted on Facebook or Instagram, or, heaven forbid, they forget a password.

Today most of us (there are exceptions) live comfortably, often with more than we need, and have access to a wide variety of home entertainment even while in “quarantine.”
But people complain about everything despite the fact they have electricity, cellphones, food, hot water, a roof over their heads, Facetime, NetFlix and more.

Items such as telephones (the first patent was filed in 1876), light bulbs (patented in 1879) and automobiles (the first Model T rolled out in 1908) existed when my parents
were young – great technology for the time – but what we think of as technology was a long way in the future.

I’m 69, so add a few more wars and the COVID pandemic to things I’ve experienced. Mankind has survived far more disastrous circumstances than we are now going through and never lost the joy of living. It’s time to be less self-centered, to stop whining and complaining, to eliminate biases and prejudices and look forward to a better tomorrow.

And this one came over the transom from the mil-email string…

– The dumbest thing I ever bought was a 2020 planner.

– I was so bored I called Jake from State Farm just to talk to someone. He asked me what I was wearing.

– In 2019 we said stay away from negative people.

– In 2020 it changed to stay away from positive people.

– The world turned upside down. Old folks began sneaking out of the house and their kids yelled at them to stay indoors. 

– One day I saw a neighbor talking to her dog. It was obvious she thought her dog understood her. I went into my house and told my cats. We had a good laugh.

– Every few days we’d try on jeans just to make sure they fit.

– Does anyone know if we can take showers yet or should we just keep washing our hands?

– This virus did what no woman has been able to do; cancel sports, shut down bars and keep men at home!

I never thought the comment, “I wouldn’t touch him with a 6-foot pole”, would become a national policy.

– I need to practice social-distancing from the refrigerator.

– I hope the weather is good tomorrow for my trip to the backyard. I’m getting tired of the living room.

– Appropriate analogy: “The curve is flattening so we can start lifting restrictions now”, is like saying, “The parachute has slowed our rate of descent, so we can take it off now.”

– I never could have imagined I would go into a bank wearing a mask and ask for money.

Something to see!!!

This only occurs once every 800 years… And tonight is it!

Tonight the ‘Christmas Star’ will be visible!

From Space.com

Time and again

Usually when Jupiter and Saturn line up they are separated by about one degree, or twice the apparent diameter of the moon.

But on Dec. 21, we see Jupiter and Saturn separated by just 6 arc minutes. That’s equal to 0.1 degrees or about one-fifth the apparent width of the moon. Contrary to what other websites suggest, this will probably not be close enough to make the planets appear to merge into a single bright star (although some might see that if they remove their eye glasses). But in any case, it will be something exceedingly rare to see.

How often do these two planets come as close as that? Some websites say it has been nearly 400 years, while others say it’s been almost 800 years. Indeed, the last time these two planets appeared so close was on July 16, 1623, when they were only 5 arc minutes apart — that’s actually 397 years ago. There is a caveat however, for those living in temperate latitudes, such as New York, Paris or Tokyo, where the two planets were not visible because of their close proximity to the glare of the Sun and low altitude above the horizon. 

This is not to say that the great conjunction of 1623 went completely unobserved. Visibility of this rare alignment would have only been visible from the tropics near the equatorial regions.  If anybody living in northern South America, central Africa or Indonesia cared to look, they would have had a brief view of Jupiter and Saturn low in the west-northwest twilight sky on the evening of July 16th.

But the last time most of the world’s population had a favorable view of these two planets coming so close to each other was on March 5, 1226, when they were even closer together (just 2 arc minutes) compared to what we will see on Dec. 21. 

Investments???

Interesting premise here…

There are a number of advantages to investing in collectible weapons that will appeal both to those who love weapons and those who keep an eye on their money. Indeed, this is a popular investment category for people who like something a little more durable than stocks, bonds and cryptocurrency. They can also provide protection during uncertain times.

Antique weapons in particular can be an attractive means of investing – after all, like land, they’re not making any more. 

Excellent article from ammo.com, HERE.

I would add that folks also need to think about expanding their insurance riders to cover the value of said collectibles, and remember to update those riders periodically.

The other issue, and it is a sad one, is the number of ‘fakes’ out there. Everything from fake ‘Registered Smiths’, to fake ‘One of a Thousand’ Winchester 73s, to fake ‘Walker Colts’, ad infinitum. If it’s collectible, somebody is out there figuring out how to make fakes. There are a number of reputable auction houses who do their research and document the sale items, but there are also folks that prey on the gun show circuit, knowing they’ll never be back to a show.

So it really IS buyer beware, and check with the experts before you go off the deep end on that ‘too good to be true’ deal, because it probably is… Sigh.