Sunday, February 15, 2009

I hear you calling...

Following our weekend trip to New York earlier this month, we spent another day with an agent, looking at more real estate, concentrating on the Delaware Water Gap area in Pennsylvania -- specifically looking in the boroughs of Milford, Stroudsburg, East Stroudsburg, as well as Bethlehem and Nazareth Townships. The latter are outlying areas of the towns of those names. These Townships are pretty nice areas and have lots of things to offer -- shopping, community events and festivals, downtowns, modern hospitals, and are all within 1-2 hours of Brooklyn (depending on traffic). Some other things they all have in common are the beautiful scenery and proximity to fishing, golfing and other recreation venues.

The creek shown here is called The Bushkill. It is very cold and a pretty swift creek with a mixture of river rocks for a bottom. I'll bet there are some pretty good sized fish in there. I don't know how people there fish it -- using a fly rod or bait casting, but I think I'll have to find out. The trees on the sides could be a problem to normal fly fishing, but I guess roll casting would do the trick.

Now that I have a better idea of what fishing opportunities really look like over there, I'll have to do some "'splorin and practicin" so that when Quinn is big enough to go with me, I'll know how to open this up to him.

The gods do not deduct from man's allotted span the hours spent in fishing. (Babylonian Proverb)

Hooah

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Quinn, the Subway Guy...


Pam and I just returned from a trip to NY to visit Doug, Danika and Quinn. What a nice visit it was, complete with two very nice days of upper 50s/low 60s. It was a bit windy, especially on Saturday, but that didn't stop us from going out walking on both days.

Saturday, we bundled up The Quinn and got on the subway and went to a place called The Dumbo (I think) -- it was down by the river and near the Brooklyn Bridge. It seemed like a very nice, up-and-coming place. Lots of people down there walking, jogging and just being out of their apartments.

Quinn is shown here riding the train, acting just like a native New Yorker -- minding his own business, not making eye contact with anyone. He did have to look up once though to see what Grandma was up to and what that crazy guy next to her (me) was doing.

While we were in a Starbucks, some girl came by, walking two pot bellied pigs on leashes. They had little blanket coats on like dogs do, and they were certainly getting lots of attention. I know Doug used to say that guys liked to walk dogs on the Green at college because that was a chick magnet. If she is using this as a guy magnet, I'm not sure I like the underlying message. Oh, well -- such is life in NY.

There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million.
(Walt Streightiff)

Hooah

Monday, January 26, 2009

Midwinter update on life here on McCartyville Road...

Well, it's almost the end of January (thank God). Not that I have anything against January, or for that matter even winter -- it's just that I don't like short days with lots of clouds, daily wind chill numbers that rival my average number of putts per hole this past summer (2,3,4,and even 5) , and actual temperatures that closely resemble my average daily fish catch for the past year (0,1 or 2). I'll admit I'm a creature ruled or at least highly influenced by the sun, warm temperatures and mild breezes. This picture of the thermometer in the garage pretty much tells a lot of the story. This was one of the warmer days during the last couple of weeks.














I kinda like that old line from
Carl Reiner: "A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water."

I don't even care so much for myself, but I also feel badly for all the birds and the rabbit friends I have in the back yard. I have gone through 4-50# bags of bird seed so far and have one left. I doubt that will make it through till the grass reappears and they are back to fending for themselves. The family of rabbits that lives under the barn and the deck got some lettuce the other day and some store-bought, cut up salad carrots (you know the kind -- the ones that look like little bullets). And I don't mind feeding them all, I just wish the birds would quit having a poopfest on my roof and the roof of the shed. Makes me think they're an ungrateful lot.

I also feel bad for Miss Pam (my fishing boat, not my wife) and PK (again, my canoe not my wife). There they sit all winter long out by the Lakefront Cottage (aka...our shed), covered up to keep the snow and ice out, waiting for the weather to break and the lakes to thaw. The motor (it doesn't have a name) sits on the mount I made for it in the garage. While it's a little bit warmer in there, I'm sure if it could talk, it would tell you that it has a better life than the boat. Maybe that's why it starts right up in the spring and runs like a top all year long.

A friend of ours sent us some advice the other day -- she said as we get older, there are some things we should try to do each day. She said we should try to make at least three people smile each day. Can I count our dog , the rabbit and the birds? Course, I don't know if they know how to smile. She also said we should sit quietly, alone for at least 10 minutes each day, reflecting on things, life or whatever. I've tried this --usually in the morning with a nice, hot cup of coffee, only to wake up at 2:30 or 3:00 in the afternoon with a stiff neck and Bailey nudging me, wanting to go out to do her business. Oh, well.

It's a good thing I have another hobby to fall back on. My HAM radio contacts are up now that the sun spots are on a better cycle. The other day, I talked to Francis (N2FF) who lives on Long Island in NY, used to teach HS English, and had also been in the Army. I also had contact with Jim (W4HE) who lives in South Carolina. He used to live in the Dayton area, was assigned to WPAFB, and doesn't miss this weather. Dave (K4I/W4AVA) was running a special events net in conjunction with the recent inauguration. Dave is in Alexandria, VA. and when I saw his address, I knew pretty much where he lived -- I remember that area quite well from when I was stationed at the Pentagon. Great place to visit.

Anyhow, that's what's going on here. I guess I really do have lots to do -- just not the things I might want to be doing. But those times will come soon enough and that is what makes them so enjoyable.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. (George Santayana)

Hooah

Friday, January 9, 2009

A trip back in time... a long, long time ago...

I came across an interesting old yearbook of sorts -- the book that was published by the Army recounting my Initial training at Ft. Jackson, SC in 1970. Well, it wasn't put out by the Army just to recount my days there. They did this for every cycle going through Basic Entry posts back then. I assume they still do it today. I hope so.

Anyway, it was really fun looking through those pages. Isn't it amazing how long it takes you to look through such a simple, old book. It was even more of a treat to find some old Polaroids (if you have to ask what a Polaroid is, you're too young) in the book that were taken while I was there. Real Estate agents always talk about location, location ... location. Well, this picture of our "Company Street" at Ft. Jackson, SC fits the bill 'cause I don't think anything else imaginable could have been put there and lasted this long. I was convinced that the Army sent out people in planes to find the most heavily treed area they could that contained pretty much nothing but pine trees and scrub oaks with the dirt being nothing but clay (a.k.a. MUD). They were then to throw in lots of mean bugs and snakes and and call it an Army base.

Well, that's what I remember of Ft. Jackson. These two pictures (above) show two things the drill instructors were constantly looking for: goofing off behind the barracks and standing around with one's hands in one's pockets. I am confident to this day that had the DI seen us in either one of these situations, I/we would have been peeling potatoes until some time last week.

Another memory of Basic was the time spent shining boots. You know -- they don't shine boots anymore. In fact, except for special units and times, soldiers wear a kind of suede boot (kind of like those saddle shoes we all wore as teenagers). Now you don't do much more than knock the mud off them. I think these young soldiers have lost a bit of military history and tradition. Most of them will never know what Kiwi polish even is. Too bad.
One of the other things I found was a picture of two friends and myself. I remember these guys were pretty important to me back then, but I've lost contact with them since then. That's another of those "too bad" things. Walter Byrd is on the left, and Roger Bentley is in the middle. You're right, that guy with his hands in his pockets on the right is me. Boy, what a lean, mean fighting machine!! I think my waist back then was somewhere around 28". It's still "somewhere" around that -- kind of like Cleveland is "somewhere near" Cincinnati.

Saving the best for last, this picture is of Pam's visit following the 7th week of Basic. That was the big pass weekend for everyone. Boy, looking at this picture, I sure looked like a pup. Pam was pretty much a hottie even back then.

Quinn, when you read this, I know you'll probably get a smirk on your face wondering about those weird clothes and you'll find it hard to believe that Grandpa and Grandma were ever that young. But allow me to take liberties with the title of a very good book written by LTG (Ret.) Hal Moore and Joe Galloway and say: "We were cool once, and young."

You know you've reached middle age when a doctor, not a policeman, tells you to slow down, all you exercise are your prerogatives and it takes you longer to rest than to get tired. (Anon)

Hooah

Sunday, January 4, 2009

We got a new toy for Christmas ...


Doug and Danika got us a "Flip" camera for Christmas. It's a little video camera, real slim and pretty cool. Anyway, this is one of the videos we shot at Christmas. I hope you enjoy it.

I'll probably have some more later on to show you :-)

Hooah

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Beware -- a new, secret society...

This past weekend I was officially taken in as a member of a secret society. Now, usually I'm not much for these kinds of things, but this one got me. Keep your eyes open -- it could get you too!!!

It all began as I was helping Pam with her shopping. We left the house Saturday morning and went to the Fairfield Mall. After that, she said she needed to stop at a Wal-Mart or somewhere to look for a Christmas jar to put some things in. Well, we stopped at the Meijer store in Huber Heights, you know -- the big, new one. That's where I first got the feeling that something or someone was watching me. I dropped Pam off at the front door and in she went. I pulled the truck down to one end of the parking lot to wait.

Da-dumm, da-dumm, da-dumm.


I also had the little hairs on the back of my neck tingling. But I looked around and didn't see anything out of the ordinary -- just cars. Of course, I didn't know what I was looking for.

Then Pam came out and we went up the road and stopped at the Target store (I know, what was I thinking stopping at that !!#^^@$# Frenchie store). Again, I dropped her off at the door and pulled down to the end of the lot to wait. It is then that the universe was revealed to me...things cleared up. As I happened to look about, I noticed I wasn't alone. There were others like me sitting in their cars and trucks, other men who dropped their wives off at the door, others waiting, waiting, waiting...

But they were not just sitting there. They had that look in their eyes -- new Christmas presents, a new 54" LG plasma TV, a blue ray player, new power tools, -- more power! Argh, Argh, Argh (For those who don't recognize it, that was the "Tim, the Tool Man" Club chant that was faintly wafting in and out of the engine revs in that part of the lot.). I could have also sworn that I heard a faint chorus of "Grandma got run over by a reindeer."

I was almost mesmerized by the overwhelming brotherhood of the whole thing when a lady that I thought was Pam came out of the front door. I didn't want to break the growing bond that was taking control, but it was cold and I had better go get her. Well, I pulled away and got closer to the door when I noticed it was not her. Sheepishly, I pulled back into the comfort of the Brotherhood and waited, not daring to look around and possibly see a thinly disguised smirk from one of the "Guys" -- that "tricked you" smile. I'm sure at least one of them was questioning my suitability for membership.

It seemed like an eternity, sitting there staring straight ahead, and then she really did come out. I have to admit I hesitated a bit and then slipped the truck into gear. I looked around to make sure I was not going to further embarrass myself by hitting a curb or light pole as I maneuvered my way to the fire lane where the real men parked. And that's when I first saw it -- the guy in the green mini-van kinda gave me a nod and a little smile -- it was like he was telling me not to worry. Everyone in the club has made that mistake at least once. Things will be OK. I think he was telling me that my membership was still good, and my initiation was done. Just don't let it happen again.

I figure if I could get forgiveness and reassurance from a guy in a mini-van with a "My kid is an Honor Student at ..." sticker on the back bumper, then things were really going to be OK.

Oh, yeah, the hair on my neck was up in the Meijer lot because I had the back window cracked a bit. Duh!!

I still have a full deck; I just shuffle slower now. (Author Unknown)

Hooah

Friday, December 19, 2008

Boy, I sure miss this...

It's hard to believe that it was almost 10 years ago that I completed my first solo cross country flight as a student pilot. Boy was that a milestone in my life. Imagine, having not only the authority to take someone's airplane all around Ohio by myself, but also the talent to do so. I mentioned in my last flying entry that the first solo around the pattern was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Well it was. However, multiply that by 3 pattern landings each at two different airports -- Zanesville, Ohio (ZZV) and Athens, Ohio (UNI) and a total of 4.2 hours of flying and you might come close to knowing what this was like. I chose those two airports because, as you know, I grew up in Zanesville and always wanted to fly there, and I went to college in Athens at Ohio University. Zanesville Municipal Airport used to be a stop for the old Allegheny Airlines which later became Lake Central which later was absorbed into a new airline called U.S. Airlines. I had an uncle who used to fly for the Navy during WWII. Later in his life he got his wings back and owned a Bonanza. He flew into Zanesville every once in a while and one time he took Pam and me up for a ride. That was one of those things that served to heighten my desire for wings. Anyway, back to the cross country solo.

After Trent (my CFI) reviewed my flight plan, listened in on the weather briefing I got from Dayton, and went over emergency procedures with me one more time, I took off from Sidney (I12) and headed east. Now I can't say for sure that I was the most excited pilot in the area that morning or not, bit I know Trent was excited for me ( he was also excited because he was the one who unleashed me and if anything went wrong, it was his butt). But also, I think the airplane was excited for me. You see, a good pilot talks to his plane as he is doing pre-flight. At least I read that somewhere. So, as I climbed all over it that morning, I said how excited I was the two of us were going to get away from pattern work and get out into the wild, blue, yonder.

I was about 15 minutes out of Sidney when I had to make my first decision. Since I had already decided to avoid any controlled airspace, I had to figure out if I wanted to go north of Columbus or South to avoid the Class-C airspace of Port Columbus. I chose north because there was a big, easy to see lake north of the city which, if properly navigated, would keep me away from anyone in the Columbus tower. Since the prevailing winds were out of the southwest, I would get a little northerly push anyway. That would help with fuel economy too. Once past Columbus, I kept a close eye on the chart to see if there were any other easily recognizable landmarks. One that popped up right away was the big basket at the Longaberger Headquarters. This is a huge, multi-story building that is shaped like one of their baskets. This indicated I was getting close to Newark. The next big natural feature was Dillon Lake. Once I saw that, I knew I was right on track. The Zanesville airport would be up ahead just a bit. I made contact with Zanesville flight opns. and was cleared for pattern operations and landing. Since it used to handle commercial traffic, Zanesville's runway was huge -- or so it seemed in this little plane. I taxied to a tie down spot and then went in to complete my required duties -- sign in at the pilot's "guest book" (this proved that I was really there), tell them what a nice airport they had (this is a time honored pilot thing, and it is also good PR), get my log book signed off by the person manning the desk, and then go to the bathroom. About 15 minutes later, I was back in the plane requesting permission to take off. On to the second leg of this epic flight, and south to Athens.

One nice thing about flying from Sidney to Zanesville was all the farm fields en route. They served as a reassuring reminder that if anything went totally wrong, I had plenty of places to land and get help. The second leg -- Zanesville to Athens -- was not so reassuring. You see, that is all hill country and lots of forest land. There were open fields, but they usually didn't have any approach lanes and were hilly with lots of BIG rocks and creeks. No problem. Just fly the plane. I stayed on course and pretty soon I saw the dome of the Convocation Center which meant I was getting near Athens. Once I landed, I did the same routine as in Zanesville, except that the airport manager came out to meet me. He said I was to call Trent. Great!! Now what. Trent wondered how the flight had gone so far and said I should not waste any time getting back because he thought the weather was going to get dicey and I could lose my ceiling before too long. So off I went.

On the way back, I had another decision to make. I could fly straight west below Dayton and WPAFB and above Cincinnati and then turn north and hightail it to Sidney. That was my original plan that bright sunny morning. But it seemed like a long way to go now with the weather getting crappy at home. So I took the straight line approach back to I12. In doing this I would have to stay a bit south of Columbus, but also stay away from Wilmington and the Air National Guard flight training ranges in that area. I was a pretty good navigator with a map, so that was the route I chose. There was only one time where I wanted to pull over and ask directions. But then I remembered real men don't pull over and ask for no stinking directions (especially in an airplane), so I would just find my own way. And then I remembered what Trent told me about those big water towers -- you know, the ones with the city names on them. He said they were build like that for pilots in the old days, before new-fangled navigation devices. He also said something about them being handy for rookies on cross country flights. Ahaa!! , said the rookie. I thought I knew where I was, so I dropped down about a thousand feet, circled the tower once and discovered I was absolutely right on!! Hooah. From there it was a little hop over Springfield and north up the east side of I-75 to Sidney.

Trent was right. The weather was closing down quickly and visibility was crapping out. If I hadn't been almost over the airport, I would have missed it the first time. Anyway, I was back and that milestone was completed and logged in the book. What an absolutely GREAT experience.!!

"The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn't it be? - it is the same the angels breathe." (Mark Twain)

Hooah