Happy Thanksgiving to all!!!

As the holiday season kicks off tomorrow, take a moment and step back from the sales, hoopla, family dinners/arguments/loony Uncles etc. and think about how lucky we are to live where we do…

And have the freedoms that we have, both due to our country and our ability to EARN a good enough living to be able to feed the crowd, travel to family, and the other things that we take for granted…

Having spent a number of Thanksgivings and Christmases out of the country over the years, I truly count myself lucky to be able to enjoy these holidays with family and friends.  I know many scoff at the food in the military, but I will tell you that Thanksgiving and Christmas the mess halls/chow halls, the field kitchens, the mess decks on the ships and subs ALL go out of their way to fix a traditional meal, literally soup to nuts (and everything in between) for those servicemen and women (and on shore bases the families) of our military.

This is from the 646th ADC in New Jersey (in 1956).

This is from the 71st Transportation Battalion in Vietnam in 1967, sorry for the lousy copy…

A bit of history…  From Plimoth Plantation living history museum

What Was on the First Thanksgiving Menu?

Little is known about the first Thanksgiving dinner in the Plimoth Colony in October 1621, attended by some 50 English colonists and about 90 Wampanoag American Indian men in what is now Massachusetts.
We do know that the Wampanoag killed five deer for the feast, and that the colonists shot wild fowl—which may have been geese, ducks, or turkey. Some form, or forms, of Indian corn were also served.
But Jennifer Monac, spokesperson for the living-history museum Plimoth Plantation, said the feasters likely supplemented their venison and birds with fish, lobster, clams, nuts, and wheat flour, as well as vegetables such as pumpkin, squash, carrots, and peas.
“They ate seasonally,” Monac said in 2009, “and this was the time of the year when they were really feasting. There were lots of vegetables around, because the harvest had been brought in.”
Much of what we consider traditional Thanksgiving fare was unknown at the first Thanksgiving. Potatoes and sweet potatoes hadn’t yet become staples of the English diet, for example. And cranberry sauce requires sugar—an expensive delicacy in the 1600s. Likewise, pumpkin pie went missing due to a lack of crust ingredients.
And the whole food coma thing?  Well, that’s yet another myth…
It’s not the tryptophan in the turkey, it’s the booze, the amount of food (those second and third helpings of Granny’s sweet potato casserole and the pumpkin pie), and the sheer relaxation (other than the family fights/looney Uncle) and not having to work the next day…
And please, when you do sit down for your Thanksgiving, say a prayer for all our men and women serving in the military wherever they may be, and remember too our LEOs, Fire and EMS folks that are on the front lines here at home every day.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours…


Talk about screwing the pooch…

Just in time for the holidays, the Pentagon is warning that tens of thousands of Navy and Marine Corps members could see their military ID card suddenly stop working Wednesday, despite what the card’s printed expiration date says. That could imperil their ability to log onto work computers or even get on base.

Those affected Navy and Marine Corps members are a mix of active duty, civilians and contractors, and officials were unable to break down those numbers further by Navy Times’ deadline Tuesday.

Full article, HERE, from the Navy Times.

You can bet this is also happening to the other services, but my question is, if they ‘knew’ who had the bad cards, why not notify the COMMANDS and have them get their people to PSD to get the cards changed out.

Of course the other issue is deployment cycles. If you’re on a boat, deployed, and overseas, the odds are you never saw that email. Also if the person transferred, they could have a entirely different email in a different APO… SO many ways this is wrong, and of course it has to happen over a holiday.

Imagine the E-3/E-4 trying to take his family to the chow hall for the soup to nuts Thanksgiving meal, only to find that he can’t even get on base, much less get the family on base, NOR can he go to the commissary to get any food…


New snippet…

Usual caveats apply…

Comments and recommendations appreciated as always!!!


Danny came off watch, grabbed a bite to eat, and headed for their cabin. He found Daniella scrolling through something on the system and asked softly, “Are you still mad at me?”

She spun around. “No, I wasn’t mad at you. It’s…a touchy situation for Gronk. She is ovulating, which means she needs to go home to find a mate and have a child or children. She’s just a bit touchy, as this is her first time, and it is screwing with her hormones and moods.”

“Oh!” Danny flopped down on the bunk and scrubbed at his face. “That…wow!” He shuddered. “She’s seven or eight times as big as you are, and I…no, just no! I’m staying away from her in case she gets mad at me! I’m glad I’m on the opposite shift!”

Daniella laughed. “It’s not that bad. I’m going to be her bridesmaid in her wedding when we get there!” She smiled. “Maybe I can wear the green dress you bought me.”

As the days passed, Gronk seemed to calm down, spending much of her off-duty periods with Mapper, who ensconced himself at the back table in the mess. The two of them spent divs pouring over something on his holoscreen, sitting side by side with Mapper taking copious notes. Danny didn’t ask, just glad that Gronk wasn’t tearing things apart and Daniella was calm, for redheaded versions of calm.

They dropped out of hyper and closed Hydra, as before, they were put in the same polar orbit they used on their last visit. Danny watched the small, dented shuttle approach Ghost, biting his lip. “Gronk, why are we stuck out here again?”

Gronk looked up as Danny stood over her. “I not go through station. Not good in my condition. I pay for shuttle.”

Danny shook his head. “No! You’re crew until you step off the ship. The Ghost will pay for the shuttle. You’re looking at, what, two years with no income? We’ll pay.”

Gronk changed colors again, and Danny took an involuntary step back, thinking he’d just pissed her off, but she said softly, “Gronk thanks you.” She got up and left the bridge, touching the plaque on the way out, leaving Danny standing there with his mouth hanging open.

The scarred shuttle inched carefully into docking position with the Ghost as Estrella extended the docking tube. Once they connected, Estrella said, “Equalizing… Pressure is equalized. Cleared to open the port hatch.”

Danny was surprised when Ish, the old, bent Hydra stepped through the hatch. “Ish? What are you…”

Ish bowed to Danny and said, “I thank you for bringing Gronk home. I was…advised of her condition, and I immediately made my way here. It is custom, if possible, for family elder to be present for first ovulation.”

Danny nodded. “Understood. I don’t know if she is ready yet. I am guessing the same rules as last time apply? Would you like some coffee?”

Ish growled, “Yes, sadly, the same rules apply. Only you and Daniella are allowed to come down.” He stretched all four shoulders and sighed. “I would love a cup of real coffee. I fear I have become addicted to that foul brew.”

Chuckling, Danny motioned him toward the mess. “What about the shuttle driver?”

“Ork doesn’t like to leave his baby. He will be fine with waiting.”

When they walked into the mess, Daniella met them and hugged Ish. “So good to see you! Gronk was worried you might not make it.” Cutting her eyes to Danny, she added, “Gronk said to pack for three days. She should have a beau by then. I packed our bags and included warm clothes this time!”

Danny chuckled and Ish snorted as Danny replied, “Thank you, Dani! When is the wedding, Ish?”

Ish gargled a chuckle. “After the fighting, of course.”

“Oh,” Daniella said softly, “I hope nobody is seriously hurt.”

“No, this is not to the death, only to mate, so certain body parts are not to be injured.”

Gronk walked in, her trunk trailing behind her, and immediately hugged Ish, changing colors rapidly as they lapsed into the liquid Hydra language. Finally, Ish said, “There is one more who may be invited.”

Danny cocked his head. “Invited?”

Gronk said softly for her, as she turned bright pink, “Doctor Yehudi.”

“Who? Oh, you mean Mapper?” Danny asked.

Ish looked at Gronk with a stunned look and said something in their liquid language, then turned to Danny with a look of wonder on his face. “Doctor Yehudi is aboard? Yes, he must be invited!”

Danny shrugged. “Fine. But why Mapper, er…Doctor Yehudi?”

“Do you not know who he is?” Ish asked in wonder.

“I’ve worked for him for a few years. That’s how we found the Rift. And he had me mapping it.”

Ish shook his head. “You…you don’t know he wrote the book on hyper navigation?”

Danny just looked at him. “Yehudi? Sure, I studied that in college. But Mapper? Is him?” Stunned, Danny said softly, “That can’t be right. He’s not old enough…”

Mapper stumped into the mess and Ish bowed to him, startling Danny. “Doctor, we would be honored if you would come planetside with us. There are many who would be desirous of meeting you.”

Mapper cocked his head. “Um, I guess I could. Would I have a chance to talk to a few of your navigators?”

Ish nodded enthusiastically. “As many as you would like! We…three days is our planned stay on the planet.”

“Let me throw a bag together. Anything formal?”

Ish smiled. “At least one event.” Mapper nodded and stumped out as Danny shook his head. Ish mumbled, “And maybe more, if I can arrange it.”

Danny looked at Daniella. “Do you know what is going on?”

She threw up her hands. “Not really, and I didn’t know Mapper was Doctor Yehudi, either. He never said anything that I know of.” Ish wandered out, mumbling to himself as Estrella walked in.

Estrella looked around and said, “I swear, you two are babes in space. You shouldn’t be let out among the population.” She proceeded to give them a rundown on Mapper, including his history, his accomplishments, and the fact that he was famous in navigation circles throughout the universe.

Danny sank into one of the chairs as Daniella put her hand over her mouth and finally wailed, “But we didn’t know! He never said anything to anybody! How is that our fault?”

Estrella shook her head sadly, “And this is why it is better to be lucky than good. If you had done your research, you would have known—”

Danny snapped, “And what good would that have done? It wouldn’t change a damned thing I’ve done for him, or anything else.”

Estrella put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “He kept the Ghost safe. He got you out of trouble more than once. Think about all the things he did to help you. Is that something any normal person could have pulled off? Think about the connections he has. And the number of times he protected you.” She threw up her hands and stomped out of the mess, bypassing Gronk, Ish, and Mapper as they came back.

Danny looked at all of them. “Well, I guess we’re ready.” He motioned with his hands. “Lead on, Ladies.” Daniella and Gronk looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time as they picked up their bags and headed for the airlock.

Daniella lead the way aboard the shuttle and deposited her bag in the bin next to the lock, then slipped into the deeply cushioned shock chair, almost disappearing in it as she snapped the five-point harness together and pulled the straps tight. Pointing at the chair next to her, she said, “Sit. I need to hold your hand. I don’t like the bumping and stuff.”

Danny buckled in and offered up his hand as Ish closed the hatch and said something to the pilot. Mapper was sitting behind them and Gronk was across from them, with Ish sitting next to her.


Three divs later, after numerous bumps, bangs, and whoop de do’s, they were on the ground. Danny got his hand back from Dani and surreptitiously rotated his wrist to get the blood flowing again That was interesting, for versions of interesting. I think we only got upside down once during that descent, but the drops were…scary. He saw Ish getting up, and he unstrapped, then glanced back at Mapper, who was gray. “Are you okay?”

Mapper groaned and staggered to his feet, using Danny’s arm to steady himself. “Well, that is not a ride I want to repeat.” he rubbed his thighs and winced. “The prosthetics have hard edges and they dug in where they mate to my thighs. I’m going to be bruised as hell tomorrow.”

Ish moved back to them and said, “If you will follow me, we will go to the place set aside for you.” he faced Mapper and bowed. “I apologize for the turbulence.” The hatch of the shuttle flipped open and the wind, rain, and cold swept in. Daniella sneezed and said, “It stinks and it’s even colder than the last time we were here!”

Ish shook his head and gargled a laugh. “You are smelling the fish drying.”

Daniella cocked her head and pointed to the rain. “Drying,” she asked rhetorically, “In this?”

A ground car pulled up at the bottom of the ladder and Daniella said, “So, Ish, is this another of what you call a good day?”

Ish smiled at her and replied, “Of course! Any day on my home world is a good day! It will take us about thirty segs to get to your accommodations.”

“Where is Gronk?”

Ish shrugged. “She is being met by the women.”

Dani sighed. “Shouldn’t I be with them? I am supposed to be her best girl!”

Ish’s head snapped around at that and he goggled at her. “You’re…what?”

Dani chattered happily, “What we call a bridesmaid. I’ll be standing up with her when she gets married.”

Ish made a face and shook his head as he turned back to face the front of the car. Danny glanced between the two of them and wondered What the hell set Ish off? Maybe…maybe he’s not used to a human being a bridesmaid, best girl, or whatever…I hope… The rest of the ride to the accommodations was quiet, with Mapper apparently napping as he leaned against the window.

Once they got to what appeared to be something like a guest house, Ish walked them up to the front door and pointed to two doors off the hall to the left. “Those are your rooms. I would like to invite you to dinner. It will be at my favorite restaurant when I’m home. It’s a little fisherman’s tavern down by the waterfront. A ground car will be here at eighteen to pick you up, if that is acceptable.”

Mapper nodded. “That should give me time,” glancing at his wrist comp, “Six divs to at least get some pain meds in me.”

Daniella sat in the chair by the door, idly swinging her legs as she watched Danny slip on his shipsuit. “I feel like a little girl again,” she groused. “I can’t even touch the floor! And that bed…my Deity, that would sleep a family of five, at least!”

Danny jumped up on the bed and started pulling his boots on as he replied, “Well, the Hydra are a bit bigger than we are.”

She nibbled on her lip as she jumped down out of the chair. “I know, but I guess it just didn’t connect. I don’t remember the chairs at that dinner the last time being that much larger.”

He shrugged. “Probably have some human size or, for them, kid sized chairs that got brought out for us.” He started to say something else when a knock on the door startled them. Danny’s hand went to his pistol, then relaxed as he chuckled. “Paranoid…I’m getting paranoid.” Glancing at his wrist comp, he added, “Time to go.”

They stepped out the door and met Mapper coming down the hall, dressed in a shipsuit. They walked out into a misting rain toward the waiting ground car. The ride to the restaurant was in silence, each of them looking out the windows at the city. The ground car pulled up in front of a small building across from the piers, and Ish opened the door as it came to a stop. Mapper cocked his head and asked, “Ish, is this your home place?”

Pulling the door open, Ish replied, “I started life as a fisherman. I spent my formative years on this waterfront, and this place was my second home.” Pointing up at the windows over the door, he added, “Second window on the right was my room. More like what you call a…place where you store cleaning supplies. Very small.”

Danny and Mapper chuckled, and Daniella asked, “Did it have a fresher?”

Danny turned red and exclaimed, “Daniella! Really?”

“Well, that’s an important item for some of us,” she retorted.

Ish gargled a laugh. “No, one shared between four rooms. And it was small, too! Enough about that,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “I’m for some of their fish stew.”

Three divs later, Daniella leaned on Danny as they walked down to their rooms. “Night, Mapper,” she said.

Mapper nodded. “See you in the morning. Interesting to see how the other half lives. Ish said tonight was quieter than usual.”

Danny shook his head. “Quiet? Three fights, and twice we had to go hide behind the bar? That was quiet? I’d hate to see noisy in there!”

Mapper chucked. “When in Rome…”

Daniella pushed Danny into the room and said, “Out of my way. I need to get the smell of fish out of my hair!”


The next morning, Ish picked them up at the appointed time, and they stopped at a little shop for the Hydra version of breakfast, which had Daniella ohing and ahing over the choices. “This is just like a Japanese breakfast,” she said, as she took a variety of little dishes. Danny poked at a few things and took what looked like a miso soup and something like crackers. A half div later, they pulled up in front of the pavilion again and were surprised at the size of the crowd milling around.

Ish ushered them in a side door and they saw Gronk pacing back and forth, growling, and smacking her fists together. She rushed over and hugged Daniella. “Thank you for coming. I am close and need to…make a decision quickly. I saw the one I want outside. As soon as the males get in here, I’m going to challenge him and we can go from there!”

Daniella, muffled by the crushing hug, mumbled, “Just let me know what to do.”

Gronk stepped back and smiled. “I will!” She turned away and went back to pacing and growling as Ish pulled at Danny and Mapper’s sleeves.

Danny looked at him and Ish said, “We need to be…away from her.” Pointing at an alcove, he added, “That would be about as safe as we can get. This will probably be ugly.” Danny started to reach for Daniella, and Ish stuck out a pair of hands. “No! She has to stay here with Gronk!”

Danny blew out a frustrated breath, but allowed Ish to drag him away. Moments later, the priest opened the large doors and a parade of male Hydra started trooping through the doors. Danny glanced at them, then saw a separate door on the far side open and three more, much older Hydra enter. One of them looked vaguely familiar, and Danny leaned to Ish. “Who are those three?”

Ish looked over, gulped, and looked away quickly. “The old women. The one in the middle is Santi, the chef. They are…here to observe.”

“Observe what?”

Ish shrugged all four shoulders. “No idea. I kinda remember some old females when I was fighting my woman, but that was many years ago.”

Their attention was drawn back to Gronk and Daniella, as Gronk flashed pink and called out, “You, pretty boy! Yes, you! You’re mine!” A huge, scarred Hydra pointed at himself and Gronk nodded, “Yes, you!” She pointed to Daniella and added, “Since I am ovulating, my best girl will fight you in my place!” She pushed Daniella forward and said something softly to her, as Daniella’s eyes grew huge.

The huge Hydra swaggered forward and laughed. “Tik will kill this puny one. Then you are mine!”

Danny started forward and Ish grabbed him, hissing, “You cannot interfere!”

“That’s my wife he’s threatening, and she’s pregnant! No way is she fighting anybody!” He tried to twist out of Ish’s grip until Mapper put a hand out.

Danny glanced at Mapper and snarled, “You, too?”

Mapper chuckled. “Pay attention, Danny. Daniella’s got this.”

He whipped back around, now held by both of them and Daniella with her hands on her hips, saying loudly, “Since I am with child, I will kill this lump of gristle without a brain! Rather than waste Gronk’s wish, I would propose a different fight! Bring on your best boy, because it’s obvious you don’t have the brains deity gave a gnat. I challenge your best boy to a cooking contest. That way, you get to live, and…”

Tik interrupted growling, “You lie, hooman!”

The priest held up a hand, immediately quieting the rumbling crowd. Turning to the three old women, he said something softly, and they immediately approached Gronk and Daniella. Gronk had turned blue and was sobbing as she hugged her, whispering in her ear. Daniella merely nodded and shook off Gronk’s arms as the three old women approached.

Danny watched as there was a discussion and each one took Daniella’s hand, sniffed it, and touched her stomach. “What are they doing?” Santi said something over her shoulders to Daniella as they walked away, and Daniella put both hands to her mouth in surprise. Moments later, the three old women were clustered with the priest, and a lively discussion took place. Finally, the priest nodded and turned from the women. “Now what?” asked Danny.

Ish translated the liquid Hydra. “The priest says she is with child, therefore, a cooking contest, while unusual, is allowed to prevent bloodshed. He is telling Tik that he has a quarter div to come up with a best boy.”

Danny sighed. “So what do we do?”

Mapper said softly, “We wait.” He pointed to two chairs being brought out toward Gronk and Daniella. “Guess they’re going to let them sit down.”

A few segs later, Tik and another, much smaller Hydra, stepped forward. The smaller Hydra showed all his teeth as he made a loud pronouncement to much laughter from the male Hydra. Danny looked at Ish, who was a bit paler than normal as he said, “That is Santi’s biggest competition. He’s challenging Daniella to cook koo fish and do a standard presentation plate.”

“What’s that?”

“Koo, a soup, and a…what you would call a…sushi roll.”

Danny laughed, and Mapper cocked his head. “What’s so funny?”

“She knows how to cook Koo. And she grew up cooking in a Japanese restaurant. She’s fixed it before on Ghost. Remember that, Ish?”

Ish shuddered. “I remember her going into Santi’s kitchen! That…is never done!” Ish turned back as the priest said something that brought laughter. “They will do the cooking challenge here, right now. Santi will prepare two identical trays of ingredients and Tik’s best boy will have the first choice. There are two kitchens here, the big one and apparently a little one for intimate dinners here. They will have one div to prepare the meal and the priest will be the judge.”

Danny shook his head and waved an arm. “Intimate? In here?”

Ish gargled a laugh. “There are private rooms in the back.”

A half div later, Santi stepped out of the kitchen area and waved to the priest, who called Daniella and the Hydra male Danny now knew was named Pok, toward the kitchen area. Danny started to follow, then growled when Ish shook his head. “Not allowed. We might as well go get something to eat.”

Danny snapped, “I’m not hungry, I’m worried…”

Mapper interrupted, “I want to go sit down. I need to get off these prosthetics for a bit. And I could eat.”

Danny threw up his hands, but followed the two of them as they left the pavilion.

Odd facts???

Maybe true, maybe not, but definitely on the ‘odd’ side…


In the old west a .45 cartridge for a six-gun cost 12 cents and so did a glass of whiskey. If a cowhand was low on cash he would often give the bartender a cartridge in exchange for a drink. This became known as a “shot” of whiskey.‘

American fighter planes in WW2 had machine guns that were fed by a belt of cartridges. The average plane held belts that were 27 feet (9 yards) long. If the pilot used up all his ammo he was said to have given it the whole nine yards.‘

This is synonymous with dying. During WW1 soldiers were given life insurance policies worth $5,000. This was about the price of an average farm so if you died you “bought the farm” for your survivors.

This came about from the iron-clad ships of the Civil War. It meant something so strong it could not be broken.

Most men in the early west carried a jackknife made by the Buck Knife company.  When playing poker it was common to place one of these Buck knives in front of the dealer so that everyone knew who he was. When it was time for a new dealer the deck of cards and the knife were given to the new dealer. If this person didn’t want to deal he would “pass the buck” to the next player. If that player accepted then “the buck stopped there”.

The Mississippi River was the main way of traveling from north to south. Riverboats carried passengers and freight but they were expensive so most people used rafts. Everything had the right of way over rafts which were considered cheap. The steering oar on the rafts was called a “riff” and this transposed into riff-raft – or riff-raff, meaning low class.

The Old English word for “spider” was “cob”.

Traveling by steamboat was considered the height of comfort. Passenger cabins on the boats were not numbered. Instead they were named after states. To this day cabins on ships are called staterooms.

Early beds were made with a wooden frame. Ropes were tied across the frame in a criss-cross pattern. A straw mattress was then put on top of the ropes. Over time the ropes stretched, causing the bed to sag. The owner would then tighten the ropes to get a better night’s sleep.

These were floating theaters built on a barge that was pushed by a steamboat. These played the small towns along the Mississippi River. Unlike the boat shown in the movie “Showboat” these did not have an engine. They were gaudy and attention- grabbing which is why we say someone who is being the life of the party is “showboating”.

In the days before CPR a drowning victim would be placed face down over a barrel and the barrel would be rolled back and forth in a effort to empty the lungs of water. It was rarely effective. If you are over a barrel you are in deep trouble.

Heavy freight was moved along the Mississippi in large barges pushed by steamboats. These were hard to control and would sometimes swing into piers or other boats. People would say they “barged in”.

Steamboats carried both people and animals. Since pigs smelled so bad they would be washed before being put on board. The mud and other filth that was washed off was considered useless “hog wash”.

The word “curfew” comes from the French phrase “couvre-feu”, which means “cover the fire”. It was used to describe the time of blowing out all lamps and candles before sleeping for the night. It was later adopted into Middle English as “curfeu”, which later became the modern “curfew”. In the early American colonies homes had no real fireplaces so a fire was built in the center of the room. In order to make sure a fire did not get out of control during the night it was required that, by an agreed upon time, all fires would be covered with a clay pot called-a “curfew”.

When the first oil wells were drilled they had made no provision for storing the liquid, so they used water barrels. That is why, to this day, we speak of barrels of oil, rather than gallons.

As the paper goes through the rotary printing press, friction causes it to heat up.   …therefore, if you grab the paper right off the press, it’s hot. The expression means to get immediate information.


Intarwebz is out again…

First 8 winners in the LawDog raffle have been drawn and notified. Waiting for them to make their choices.

Go read the folks on the sidebar, hopefully signal will be back sometime this morning.

Two different takes…

Seen the same day… Both are 1931 Model As…

Restored to original…

And the ‘hot rod’ version… Chopped, channeled, and powered by a 327 Chevy V-8

I can’t imagine somebody doing this to something like a Prius in 90 years (assuming there are even any left)…

And the way .gov regulation is going, hot rodding ANYTHING will be harder to do, with all the new ‘requirements’ for computer controls, regulation of programming/programmers, and ‘auto reset’ built into the ECUs on cars so that even if somebody CAN get in, the car will revert to stock on the next start up.

Yes, these old beasts required leaded gasoline, which means a search for a substitute for the lead that can be added to the current unleaded (and lower octane stuff).

Chemists discovered in the 1920s that Tetraethyllead added to gasoline was a cost-effective solution to pre-ignition and helped engines run better.

Lead also emerged as an effective way to protect against valve-seat recession, which can occur under high-rpm, high-heat, high-load conditions.

As the intensely hot exhaust valve hammers against the valve seat thousands of times per minute, the two components can momentarily fuse together in a process called “microwelding.”

Once the valve opens, the microweld tears apart. Multiply this by thousands of times and the valve seat deteriorates until the valve no longer seats properly. This leads to compression and power loss, in addition to catastrophic failure if the valve breaks off.

And it’s even worse in California… 108 Octane Sunoco gas has been declared ‘race fuel only’, not allowed on the streets!!! sigh…

LawDog Raffle…

The GiveSendGo is closed, and we’ll be doing the raffle for the items over the next couple of days! THANK YOU to all those who donated to the GiveSendGo, Ian has enough (right around $44,000), to pay the lawyer, his expert witnesses, and take care of other expenses he’s incurred.

Our little raffle here is a bit of payback for those who donated- The links, HEREHERE, and HERE are pictures/descriptions of what is going to up as prizes for the winners of the raffle.

A truncated list is here-

300 WinMag rifle
Mossberg 590A1
S&W Shield 9mm
Mead Hall training
1960s SF novels
Springfield .45 Fully Loaded
1960s Western Auto 30-30
Beretta model 1935
Custom CC/Messenger bag
More SF novels
Chainmaille die
Billet-15 5.56 AR
Boker V-42 Stiletto
BigBoy 4014 picture
Ladies Ring Diamond
Ladies Ring Topaz
Reiki Mala
Home Electrical work
Movie poster Dune
Movie poster Beastmaster
Custom rifle sling Black
Custom rifle sling Brown
Dice/Jewelry bags A
Dice/Jewelry bags B
Dice/Jewelry bags C
Cloche hat for woman
AR pattern rifle  in .338 Spectre
H and R Topper 158 combo
Dragon Dangles
Sword and knife books
Holster RH Fugly G26
Holster RH Ruger GP100
Holster LH Sig P220 w/rails
Holster LH Glock G21
D Jason Fleming novels
Sarah Hoyt writing critique

Why a couple of days, you ask? Because we will have to notify the winners, and the first draw gets his/her first choice, the second draw gets their choice of what is left, etc…

This usually takes a day or three to get through all the winners as they make their choices.

Again , THANK YOU to all who donated prizes, and those many folks that donated money to the GiveSendGo. It is appreciated!



Granted the minimum wage was $1.25/hr, but I swear it went a LOT further back then… That was six gallons of gas, compared to the $15/hr vs. $4/gal today.

A Woolworth menu, supposedly from the late 50s/early 60s…

And our favorite drive in when we were old enough to drive… Many a night circling between the two in town!

And a couple of car ads from back in the day…

Yes, Baldwin/Motion Performance was one of the ‘white sheet’ or COPO dealers that could order directly without approval from ‘higher’ in Chevrolet…

Another smuggler bites the dust…

Or water in this case…

Elements from the U.S. Navy and Coast Guard intercepted a vessel last week carrying a “massive” Iranian shipment of explosive materials bound for Yemen, according to U.S. Naval Forces Central Command.

Full article HERE, from Navy Times.

170 tons of urea fertilizer and ammonium perchlorate in this haul, a few months ago a different ship got 40 tons, also going to the Houthi rebels.

That is a LOT of boom…

And back stateside, we have this…

A federal indictment was unsealed today following the arrest of three defendants and their initial appearances in the U.S. District Court in the Western District of Kentucky.

According to court documents, Phil Pascoe, 60, of Floyds Knobs, Indiana; Monica Pascoe, 45, of Floyds Knobs, Indiana; Scott Tubbs, 59, of Georgetown, Kentucky; and Quadrant Magnetics LLC are charged with wire fraud, violations of the Arms Export Control Act, and smuggling of goods for their roles in an illegal scheme to send export-controlled defense-related technical data to China and to unlawfully supply U.S. Department of Defense (DOD) with Chinese-origin rare earth magnets for aviation systems and military items.  

Full article, HERE from DOJ!


Huh… didn’t know about this one!

Musk is apparently on a roll, if you will…

Elon Musk’s Twitter has slashed its contract workforce by 80 percent with none of the company’s internal teams being notified in advance.

Full article, HERE from Breitbart.

Guess there were a bunch of full timers that were making contractors do their work… So that means Twitter actually had about 12,000 ’employees’, when you count all the contractors.

Interesting… And that could help explain the $4mil a day losses!

One thing I do have to say for Musk, he’s not pulling punches. When he makes a mistake, he’s owning up to it and stating that more will probably follow as he tries to get the costs and functionality under control over there.