Living on the road- The down side…

AD has a great post HERE about training a dog… It’s about being there, and handling the situation day to day.


Sadly, my co-worker got a call early this morning from his wife that one of their dogs was ‘sick’…

After our meetings, he caller her back to get a status, only to find out the dog has terminal cancer and needs to be put down tomorrow…

This dog is 12 years old, the same age as the youngest daughter, and is ‘mommas’ dog. He was in tears, and was telling his wife he could be there tomorrow morning, only to be told no stay on the road.

Now he will have to live with not being there to say good-by to the dog, being there for his wife and daughter, and being able to take care of things that need to be done.

Everybody thinks travel and road trips are ‘fun’ because we get to go all these places, stay in hotels and eat out all the time and don’t do much “real work”…

After 39+ years of this, trust me it’s NOT all fun. What happened today is just a microcosm of the downside… Pets dying, family dying, friends dying, and you’re not there; can’t get there (especially if you’re on active duty and deployed). Missed births, birthdays, anniversaries, parties, football/soccer/recitals/graduations… and the list goes on and on…

All of those things WILL be thrown back in your face sooner or later…

We seldom go anywhere new, frankly we don’t get to stay in the high $$ hotels, we seldom get days off, and the per diem doesn’t really cover the cost of ‘good’ meals; much less cover the cost of ‘real’ entertainment…

The other problems are sleep cycles, adjusting to strange locations (hotels creak and pop, in addition to the occasional “enthusiastic” performers next door banging the walls), food issues (like a seafood allergy in Japan).

And quite honestly just plain old loneliness…

It’s hard to always be the ‘single’ going into a restaurant, you normally carry a book just to break the monotony, and to ‘look’ busy…

I talked yesterday about playing golf- that round of golf means I’m eating cheap (McDonalds or PBJ) for the entire trip just to keep from losing $$…

In addition, we are working off site, which means things are piling up back home, and you can only do so much over the phone and on email without ALL your files available and the time differences. Also the stresses of decision making take their toll after a while…

Most of us don’t ‘choose’ this as a career, so much as be put in a position where travel becomes a ‘limited’ requirement (I can remember the offer letter saying travel less that 10% of the time); then gradually increases either due to increased responsibility or increased taskers…

Then your choice is get off the road (and lose the job) or suck it up and suffer the consequences at home (if you have a life left)…

Sigh…

Kicking the soapbox back in the corner now… say a prayer for my friend and all those others who can’t be home when they really want to and need to…

Back to the salt mines…

I actually got a day off 🙂 No email, no phone calls, NO WORK BS!!! Yea!!!


So what did I do? Woke up at 0530 of course… sigh…

This is the view from my balcony at the hotel at 0600. Since this was a day off, we took a late breakfast/brunch and off to the golf course 🙂

Hey, the Cowboys were losing, so I didn’t want to experience anymore ‘damage’…

We went out and played Ka Olina out past Barbers Point. The course was pretty much empty due to the football games and PGA Sony Open being played here this weekend, so it was nice.

We were paired with a couple of interesting folks, Mike Walters, the CEO of Love’s Bakery and his chief baker JP. Couple of really nice guys, and not bad golfers.

We kinda commiserated over the “type” of business and the hours one has to keep, either in the military or in the bakery business. Turns out Mike was a Marine back in the 60s, so he’s got both sides down.

Love’s does a lot of military support, in addition to providing all of the fresh breads in the Hawaiian Islands! They bake 4800 loaves/hr 24/7! That’s a BUNCH of bread!!!

So the golf pretty much sucked (hey first time on the links in 5 months and NO warmup), but not a bad day. Back to the hotel and retired to the Barefoot Bar on the beach with a small libation… and… maybe… a green flash at sunset???

YESSS!
Of course I missed it by probably 1/4 of a second thanks to the slow shutter on the camera… dammit… This was about a minute before the actual flash…

And finally, a puppy (better known as Vito) my daughter’s new best friend all 6 mos at 40 lbs of him.
Tomorrow? Well, back to the salt mines- Holiday for most, routine for us… sigh…

Hope y’all have a good week!!!

The things we do…

Once again we went is search of food… A chance meeting this afternoon with Kano-san led to directions to his favorite Yakitori restaurant in Yoko, and as always the directions were interesting, to say the least…


Hai (yes), go to the end of the Honch, turn left walk about five minutes, go under the train tracks, when you get to the off limits sign, you turn right. Walk another two minutes, and look for this little sign (he drew the Kanji on a piece of paper), it’s a ‘little’ place on the left called Oo Taka. When you go in, present my card so you will get served.

Soooo, off we went…

And sure enough, there was the little sign (it’s actually about 6×12 inches); so in we go- And he had warned us to get there ‘early’ before the owner/cook got too deep into the Saki…

Now THIS gives you an idea how small this place really was-
There were four of us that filled our side of the ‘bar’, there were four seats at the end of the bar, and four seats on the other side, that was IT!!!

So we ‘manage’ to order with a lot of pointing and nodding, and ended up with chicken, mushrooms and cheese wrapped in BACON and some beef, along with Yakitori Don, which is roughly translated as chicken and rice with veggies…

Here was the ‘stove’, which is basically a little hibachi that was six inches wide and maybe 24 inches long. This was where he did ALL his cooking!!!
Oh yeah, the mushrooms and cheese wrapped in BACON is in the middle of the picture 🙂
He sprayed everything on the hibachi with saki, then dropped a little seasoning on it, and away he went… when things flared up, more saki! And he drizzled a little teriyaki sauce on the bacon and mushrooms, and more saki.

How was it? OUT#$^%STANDING!!!

And we got out for about $10 including the beer… -)

I was a happy camper…

Another Hero is gone…

Col Robert L. Howard died 23 Dec 2009…




FIRST LIEUTENANT

ROBERT L. HOWARD
UNITED STATES ARMY

for service as set forth in the following CITATION:

For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty. 1st Lt. Howard (then Sfc .), distinguished himself while serving as platoon sergeant of an American-Vietnamese platoon which was on a mission to rescue a missing American soldier in enemy controlled territory in the Republic of Vietnam. The platoon had left its helicopter landing zone and was moving out on its mission when it was attacked by an estimated 2-company force. During the initial engagement, 1st Lt. Howard was wounded and his weapon destroyed by a grenade explosion. 1st Lt. Howard saw his platoon leader had been wounded seriously and was exposed to fire. Although unable to walk, and weaponless, 1st Lt. Howard unhesitatingly crawled through a hail of fire to retrieve his wounded leader. As 1st Lt. Howard was administering first aid and removing the officer’s equipment, an enemy bullet struck 1 of the ammunition pouches on the lieutenant’s belt, detonating several magazines of ammunition. 1st Lt. Howard momentarily sought cover and then realizing that he must rejoin the platoon, which had been disorganized by the enemy attack, he again began dragging the seriously wounded officer toward the platoon area. Through his outstanding

example of indomitable courage and bravery, 1st Lt. Howard was able to rally the platoon into an organized defense force. With complete disregard for his safety, 1st Lt. Howard crawled from position to position, administering first aid to the wounded, giving encouragement to the defenders and directing their fire on the encircling enemy. For 3 1/2 hours 1st Lt. Howard’s small force and supporting aircraft successfully repulsed enemy attacks and finally were in sufficient control to permit the landing of rescue helicopters. 1st Lt. Howard personally supervised the loading of his men and did not leave the bullet-swept landing zone until all were aboard safely. 1st Lt. Howard’s gallantry in action, his complete devotion to the welfare of his men at the risk of his life were in keeping with the highest traditions of the military service and reflect great credit on himself, his unit, and the U.S. Army.

I’m Tired…

This is a bit long, but Mr. Hall says it all and MUCH better than I can…

I’m 63 and I Tired”
by Robert A. Hall

I’m 63. Except for one semester in college when jobs were scarce and a six-month period when I was between jobs, but job-hunting every day, I’ve worked, hard, since I was 18. Despite some health challenges, I still put in 50-hour weeks, and haven’t called in sick in seven or eight years. I make a good salary, but I didn’t inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, there’s no retirement in sight, and I’m tired. Very tired.

I’m tired of being told that I have to “spread the wealth” to people who don’t have my work ethic. I’m tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy to earn it.

I’m tired of being told that I have to pay more taxes to “keep people in their homes.” Sure, if they lost their jobs or got sick, I’m willing to help. But if they bought McMansions at three times the price of our paid-off, $250,000 condo, on one-third of my salary, then let the left-wing Congress-critters who passed Fannie and Freddie and the Community Reinvestment Act that created the bubble help them with their own money.

I’m tired of being told how bad America is by left-wing millionaires like Michael Moore, George Soros and Hollywood entertainers who live in luxury because of the opportunities America offers. In thirty years, if they get their way, the United States will have the economy of Zimbabwe, the freedom of the press of China, the crime and violence of Mexico, the tolerance for Christian people of Iran, and the freedom of speech of Venezuela.

I’m tired of being told that Islam is a “Religion of Peace,” when every day I can read dozens of stories of Muslim men killing their sisters, wives and daughters for their family “honor”; of Muslims rioting over some slight offense; of Muslims murdering Christian and Jews because they aren’t “believers”; of Muslims burning schools for girls; of Muslims stoning teenage rape victims to death for “adultery”; of Muslims mutilating the genitals of little girls; all in the name of Allah, because the Qur’an and Shari’a law tells them to.

I’m tired of being told that “race doesn’t matter” in the post-racial world of Obama, when it’s all that matters in affirmative action jobs, lower college admission and graduation standards for minorities (harming them the most), government contract set-asides, tolerance for the ghetto culture of violence and fatherless children that hurts minorities more than anyone, and in the appointment of U.S. Senators from Illinois.

I think it’s very cool that we have a black president and that a black child is doing her homework at the desk where Lincoln wrote the Emancipation Proclamation. I just wish the black president was Condi Rice, or someone who believes more in freedom and the individual and less arrogantly of an all-knowing government.

I’m tired of a news media that thinks Bush’s fundraising and inaugural expenses were obscene, but that think Obama’s, at triple the cost, were wonderful; that thinks Bush exercising daily was a waste of presidential time, but Obama exercising is a great example for the public to control weight and stress; that picked over every line of Bush’s military records, but never demanded that Kerry release his; that slammed Palin, with two years as governor, for being too inexperienced for VP, but touted Obama with three years as senator as potentially the best president ever. Wonder why people are dropping their subscriptions or switching to Fox News? Get a clue. I didn’t vote for Bush in 2000, but the media and Kerry drove me to his camp in 2004.

I’m tired of being told that out of “tolerance for other cultures” we must let Saudi Arabia use our oil money to fund mosques and madrassa Islamic schools to preach hate in America, while no American group is allowed to fund a church, synagogue or religious school in Saudi Arabia to teach love and tolerance.

I’m tired of being told I must lower my living standard to fight global warming, which no one is allowed to debate. My wife and I live in a two-bedroom apartment and carpool together five miles to our jobs. We also own a three-bedroom condo where our daughter and granddaughter live. Our carbon footprint is about 5% of Al Gore’s, and if you’re greener than Gore, you’re green enough.

I’m tired of being told that drug addicts have a disease, and I must help support and treat them, and pay for the damage they do. Did a giant germ rush out of a dark alley, grab them, and stuff white powder up their noses while they tried to fight it off? I don’t think Gay people choose to be Gay, but I damn sure think druggies chose to take drugs. And I’m tired of harassment from cool people treating me like a freak when I tell them I never tried marijuana.

I’m tired of illegal aliens being called “undocumented workers,” especially the ones who aren’t working, but are living on welfare or crime. What’s next? Calling drug dealers, “Undocumented Pharmacists”? And, no, I’m not against Hispanics. Most of them are Catholic, and it’s been a few hundred years since Catholics wanted to kill me for my religion. I’m willing to fast track for citizenship any Hispanic person, who can speak English, doesn’t have a criminal record and who is self-supporting without family on welfare, or who serves honorably for three years in our military…. Those are the citizens we need.

I’m tired of latte liberals and journalists, who would never wear the uniform of the Republic themselves, or let their entitlement-handicapped kids near a recruiting station, trashing our military. They and their kids can sit at home, never having to make split-second decisions under life and death circumstances, and bad mouth better people than themselves. Do bad things happen in war? You bet. Do our troops sometimes misbehave? Sure. Does this compare with the atrocities that were the policy of our enemies for the last fifty years and still are? Not even close. So here’s the deal. I’ll let myself be subjected to all the humiliation and abuse that was heaped on terrorists at Abu Ghraib or Gitmo, and the critics can let themselves be subject to captivity by the Muslims, who tortured and beheaded Daniel Pearl in Pakistan, or the Muslims who tortured and murdered Marine Lt. Col. William Higgins in Lebanon, or the Muslims who ran the blood-spattered Al Qaeda torture rooms our troops found in Iraq, or the Muslims who cut off the heads of schoolgirls in Indonesia, because the girls were Christian. Then we’ll compare notes. British and American soldiers are the only troops in history that civilians came to for help and handouts, instead of hiding from in fear.

I’m tired of people telling me that their party has a corner on virtue and the other party has a corner on corruption. Read the papers; bums are bipartisan. And I’m tired of people telling me we need bipartisanship. I live in Illinois, where the “Illinois Combine” of Democrats has worked to loot the public for years. Not to mention the tax cheats in Obama’s cabinet.

I’m tired of hearing wealthy athletes, entertainers and politicians of both parties talking about innocent mistakes, stupid mistakes or youthful mistakes, when we all know they think their only mistake was getting caught. I’m tired of people with a sense of entitlement, rich or poor.

Speaking of poor, I’m tired of hearing people with air-conditioned homes, color TVs and two cars called poor. The majority of Americans didn’t have that in 1970, but we didn’t know we were “poor”. The poverty pimps have to keep changing the definition of poor to keep the dollars flowing.

I’m real tired of people who don’t take responsibility for their lives and actions. I’m tired of hearing them blame the government, or discrimination or big whatever for their problems.

Yes, I’m damn tired. But I’m also glad to be 63. Because, mostly, I’m not going to have to see the world these people are making. I’m just sorry for my granddaughter.

Robert A. Hall is a Marine Vietnam veteran who served five terms in the Massachusetts State Senate.

Aviators…


A little humor for the weekend…

The difference between a duck and a co-pilot??? The duck can fly.

A check ride ought to be like a skirt.
Short enough to be interesting, but long enough to cover everything.

Speed is life.
Altitude is life insurance.

It only takes two things to fly:
Airspeed, and money.

The three most dangerous things in aviation:
1. A Lawyer or Dentist in a Cessna.
2. Two captains in a B777

Aircraft Identification:

If it’s ugly, it’s British.
If it’s weird, it’s French.
If it’s ugly and weird, it’s Russian.

Without ammunition, the USAF would be just another very expensive flying club.

The similarity between air traffic controllers and pilots?

If a pilot screws up, the pilot dies. If ATC screws up, the pilot dies.

The difference between flight attendants and jet engines:
The engines usually quit whining when they get to the gate.

New FAA motto:

‘We’re not happy, till you’re not happy.’

If Air Traffic Control screws up, it’s called a “System Malfunction”, If a pilot screws up it’s called a “violation”.

If something hasn’t broken on your helicopter — it’s about to.

I give that landing a 9 . . on the Richter scale.
(used that one once or twice)

Basic Flying Rules:

1. Try to stay in the middle of the air.
2. Do not go near the edges of it.
3. The edges of the air can be recognized by the appearance of ground, buildings, sea, trees and interstellar space. It is much more difficult to fly in the edges.

Unknown landing signal officer (LSO) to carrier pilot after his 6th unsuccessful landing attempt:

“You’ve got to land here son. This is where the food is.”
(I loved this one)

The three best things in life are:

A good landing, a good orgasm, and a good bowel movement.

A night carrier landing is one of the few opportunities to experience all three at the same time.
(yep, especially in the back seat of an F-4B)

After further analysis…

Well, PU has analyzed the analysis of the analysis, of the basic analysis and now they are going to do an evaluation of the analysis… sigh…

And PU has come out with specific recommendations, none of which addresses the root cause problem.

What is the root problem you may ask? It is the REAL analyst working on the floor…

They are so paranoid they are NOT going to make a call on anything other than a cut and dried, dead nuts hit. Anything else they are going to bump it up.

Why? Look at what is happening to the CIA folks that are now being investigated by Holder, and the pressure to “toe the line”, don’t profile, don’t boot anything up you can’t verify six ways to Sunday; and if you screw up? Well, you’re gone- at the minimum demoted, at worst fired and liable for charges…

Is there a resolution? Yes, but it won’t happen in this administration, because there is a control mentality and they are NOT willing to let the workers do the work without interference.

The number of agencies involved in and of itself mitigates adequate sharing of data, just by the nature of the time lines involved in the intelligence community…

Another issue is the sheer volume of information that each analyst is ‘responsible’ for… it’s not 10 or 20 or 100 pieces of information, it’s thousands…

Day after day after day…

So they are going to add more scrutiny, more layers of bureaucracy, and reduce effectiveness even further…

How would I fix it? One word- PROFILE! These profiles are built for a reason, but PCism… sigh…

But no… and IF, and it’s a BIG IF, you do get intel on somebody, the reality of getting that person on a watch list or no fly list in time to actually have an impact is less than 50-50…

And then you have to assume everything goes perfectly, that the name is correctly is correctly spelled, AND the person actually uses the same full name as is on the list and on and on…

I say just let us carry and we’ll take care of the problem…

America Rising…

Go check out this link at Bloviating Zepplin. It’s called America Rising. Diamond Mair also sent it to me… VERY powerful!

And here is a link to a rather interesting WSJ article on the constitutionality of the Health Care bills…

Random musings…

Realization

My daughter’s dog sleeps about 20 hours a day. She has her food prepared for her. She can eat whenever she wants, 24/7/365. Her meals are provided at no cost to her. She visits the Dr. once a year for her checkup, and again during the year if any medical needs arise. For this she pays nothing, and nothing is required of her. She lives in a nice neighborhood in a house that is much larger than she needs, but she is not required to do any upkeep. If she makes a mess, someone else cleans it up. She has her choice of luxurious places to sleep. She receives these accommodations absolutely free. She is living like a queen, and has absolutely no expenses whatsoever. All of her costs are picked up by others who go out and earn a living every day.

I was just thinking about all this, and suddenly it hit me like a brick in the head, Holy S#!t, my daughter is raising a Democrat dog!!!

In other news- 2010 is NOT the start of the new decade… the new decade starts in 2011! What is it with people who just don’t understand this stuff? AND they get on their high horses when it’s pointed out to them??? Geez, you’d have thought I called them idjits (well, under my breath maybe)…

Their ‘excuse’ was oh the new millennium started in 2000! NO IT DIDN’T it actually started in 2001!!! 2000 was the END of the previous millennium…

sigh…

Oh yeah, and this whole globull warming… well it’s noon here, it’s 26 degrees, the wind is blowing 30 kts and the wind chill is 11 degrees; warm it ain’t!

And this from a friend coming back from Hawaii-

I have an interesting observation to relate. When we came back from Hilo the other day there were three muslims speaking Pasthu/Urdu going through “security” in the line in front of us. The were talking loudly to each other, and didn’t remove their shoes, but walked right through the metal detector without the TSA reacting or saying a thing.

When I went through, one of the TSA minions grabbed my shoes from the conveyor belt and said, “We’ll have to check these”, then put them on one of them multi-million dollar “scanner” toys. I asked the punk why he “didn’t check them”, pointing at the muslims sauntering away talking much more quietly; The punk glared at me and responded with, “This is policy.”

Soooo, I guess the policy must be, “After you wave a few muslims through you gotta harass an old white guy just to ensure he isn’t going to blow up the airplane. Make sure you document the search so your “metrics” look good during the next investigation.”

The government of this once great nation is completely out of control… Everything is okay in the security world, and all’s right with Allah…

sigh…