Tuesday, December 30, 2003


Mr. and Mrs.......

We are now Mr. and Mrs. And what a special day it was! The wedding service, mostly planned and arranged by Julie, was remarkably lovely. Ring bearer and Best Man, Jack, did a great job, I did not faint and Julie at the altar alternated between choking back a tear and a chuckle. Jack, Julie and I kept glancing at each other and grinning like cheshire cats. The woodwind trio was truly exquisite both during the service and at the reception. A wide circle of family and friends gathered to show their support. It just could not have been any better. I am blessed.

Saturday, December 27, 2003


WebCam


The Perfect Christmas.....

If not the perfect Christmas, it was the very best one I've had in decades! Early morning present opening with a 10 year old and his grandparents, Christmas dinner with two sets of grandparents, lazy evening with just Julie, Jack and me, and all at our house. No running hither and yon to different activities at seperate locales. Christmas dinner was simple yet elegant and I'm very lucky to be marrying someone who has superior entertaining, culinary and organizational skills.

The gifts to all were not large but very well received and liked. Most went to 10 year old Jack of course. He received several PlayStation2 games [ones I like too......] some football equipment, clothes, and my surprise gift to him [and his dead eye Mom], a genuine Daisy Red Ryder BB gun**. I received some needed articles of clothing, a great DVD biography of Ansel Adams and becaused I whinned that I wasn't receiving any "toys" in the wedding gifts, the beautiful Julie surprised me with a WebCam, something I probably wouldn't have ever bought for myself. As of now it's installed on her powerful newer computer that will not be hooked up to the Web for another week or so. But when it is; watch out. We plan on live shots from the estate and even live interactive broadcasts.

It was a beautiful Christmas. So nice to have a beautiful bride to be and a great step son to be here with me!

**Warning: You may shoot your eye out.

Monday, December 22, 2003


Seven days and counting......

Not long now till I'll be a happily married man! Seven days and a wake up as we termed it in the army. We are making good progress about tending to all the neccesities including, the marriage license. I'm glad that Julie remembered it, it's rather important and in all the hubbub it was a thought very far back in my mind. If we had not gotten it today or tomorrow, our marriage would be in legal trouble. After tomorrow the good employees of the courthouse are not working for the rest of the week and in Texas the paper work has to be completed 72 hours in advance of the nuptuals which are Tuesday next.

But comply with the law we did. A rather good natured experience really.....once we got beyond courthouse security. The first thing that I noticed on the list of "services" in the county clerks office was that I could get a cattle brand registered while I was there, and also purchase an assumed name [I seriously thought about that]. I think that I'm getting a great deal though. A cattle brand costs $16 to register......to get a wife is only $27 more. And to have someone as sweet, beautiful and loving as the bride-to-be is definetly worth the money.

We filled out the forms, pledged that we were not married to any others, were not divorced in the last 30 days and were of legal age and we were done. An interesting thing in Midland County is that most services such as cattle brands, assumed names and the like can be purchased with a check, whereas marriage is a "cash and carry" commodity. When the county clerk presented me with a receipt for my $42 cash marriage purchase I asked her if I needed to save the receipt in case I wanted a refund. Without looking up, she said....No Refunds. Of course I was joking......no refund will be needed. Julie is as good as it gets, end of story!

PS: for our $42 cash purchase we got a really great looking certificate with a genuine embossed gold seal! Marriage is thought highly of in Midland County.

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

The Wright Stuff.....


It was exactly 100 years ago today that the world changed dramatically courtesy of the Wright Brothers, Wilbur and Orville. For most of us over the years, the brothers seemed like two bicycle mechanics who got lucky with their amateur tinkering. As I've learned over the last several years, nothing could be further from the truth.

The Wrights were serious amateur scientists who were voracious readers. Not only did they "invent" the first succesful aircraft, in fact they invented the science of aeronautical engineering. They constructed the first workable wind tunnel that measured lift and drag which led to throwing out all previous work on wing design. Finding that translating naval propellers into useable aircraft propellers did not work, they designed the first aviation airscrew with the dimensions mimicking the wing shape.

It is stunning to consider the progression of aviation after 1903. Just 12 short years after the "first flight", aircraft had progressed to the point of usefulness in the military. 24 years after Kitty Hawk, Charles Lindbergh flew non-stop across the Atlantic. By 30 years hence, commercial aviation was in full bloom and just 36 years after man first left the ground, Hitler overran all of Europe with a massive airforce. All except England, which was saved by aircraft. 44 years into manned flight and Chuck Yeager flew faster than the speed sound and 66 years after, man landed on the moon. My Grandmother was 5 years old in 1903 and remembered the event......her grandson, my brother, helped design the space shuttle.

Aircraft and aviation has changed the world as much as any one single invention, both for the good and the not so good, but the pace of aerospace development signaled a new way of living, not only in the air but in every facet of our lives.

And I have to think that it was a good thing the Wright's developed their aircraft in the time period they did. It couldn't happen today. Government regulations would prevent such a thing. Think about it.

OSHA would have shut their shop down for safety violations. The EPA would have filed suit to prevent the pollution caused by their homemade engine, and for the destruction of coastal wetlands on the beach at Kitty Hawk. The IRS would have required advanced tax payment on the future earnings from their invention. Leftist PhD's would have filed lawsuits saying that, obviously, two bike mechanics lacking a college education could not have come up with this own their own....it was an idea stolen from some more educated man.

All I can say today is, "Thanks Orville and Wilbur", not only did you prove flight could work, you proved that through reading, study, and hard work anything is possible.

Tuesday, December 16, 2003

Mucho Dinar-o.....


As reported earlier, good buddy Joe Galloway was recently on a news fact finding trip to points East, the Mid East that is....including Baghdad. I had asked him to bring me a souvenir, such as perhaps an "I Searched for WMD and all I got was this stupid T-shirt", T-shirt. Or maybe a "Lion of Mesopotamia" gimme hat. But Joe did much better than I had hoped for. Knowing me, he sent cold hard cash. The 25 dinar "Bank of Iraq" note pictured above was enclosed with a letter from Joe informing me that this cash donation was both souvenir and wedding present and not to spend it all in one place.

But now my dreams are shattered, my illusions of war looted riches have been squelched today. I read some disturbing financial news on Omar's Iraq the Model. Omar say's, "The exchange price of the Iraqi Dinar improves a little more from 1750 dinar for each U.S. dollar to 1700 Iraqi Dinar for each U.S. dollar". Firing up my $3 [U.S.] calculator I found that at this new exhange rate, my precious 25 dinar note is worth the total magnificent sum of 1.5 cents. I'd be way short even trying to buy a $3 [U.S.] calculator with the note.

But the letter with the Bank of Iraq 25 dinar note arrived the day after Saddam was nabbed, so it does certainly have some historical significance. And I'll be able to follow Joe's advice about not spending it all in one place. No one place will take it.

Sunday, December 14, 2003

'A dark era is over'.......


'A dark era is over', when I saw that headline on CNN, I thought that surely they were talking about my experience of the last week. Moving Julie's household out of her old residence and into the new. But no! The good news was that Saddam had been captured at last. There is indeed glorious news today. Saddam behind bars, and I'm through moving.

But as the picture above shows, Saddam's experience and mine were apparently very similar.....making us into haggard disheveled old men, downtrodden by our circumstances, defeated and lacking the will to go on. However while Saddam hopefully will be drowned in a vat of acid, or chopped up in a tree grinder, or maybe burned at the stake, I will recover and be living with a beautiful blonde. Ain't democracy and freedom great!

Saturday, December 13, 2003

Reports from the front.....

As recently mentioned, my good friend Joe Galloway made a trip to Iraq to gain some insight into the current state of affairs from the military point of view. Joe has a few stories posted with some interesting comments. Such as.....

"Lt. Col. Chuck Williams of Sterling, Va., the commander of the 1st Squadron, 1st Cavalry Regiment of the 1st Armored Division, and his troopers are still shaking their heads over a recent incident at a Bradley target range they built out in the desert to keep their gunners sharp.

A troop of Bradleys was out firing on the range when over a small hill came trotting 20 lightly-armed guerrillas who inexplicably had decided to attack the American armored vehicles with their 25mm chain guns and machine guns. The gunners simply switched targets and blew away the guerillas in the blink of an eye".
Read more at: The many faces of war

While in Qatar, Joe had a chance to sit down with the CENTCOM Commander, Gen. John Abizaid. Read Joes interview at: U.S. general reaching out to Sunni minority

Friday, December 12, 2003

A long time ago......

We are getting married in less than three weeks. In a word I'm busier than a no arm paper hanger. The preceeding is a euphemism and not intended to demean no armed paperhangers.

While we're working our tails off moving, cleaning, planning and going half crazy, sit back, relax and enjoy another image from 40 years ago. This is another view of Mesa Verde, Colorado taken in 1963. I guess the Anasazi had a hard time with moving also....what with carrying furniture up the cliff face on wooden ladders.

Image of Mesa Verde, Colorado

Tuesday, December 09, 2003

A relationship mirrored........

Shortly before I met Julie, my interest in photography led me to The Mirror Project "a growing community of like-minded individuals who have photographed themselves in all manner of reflective surfaces". A quirky photo site owned by Heather Champ in San Francisco the Mirror Project has become immensely popular across the globe and it is now approaching 20,000 posted photos. After Julie and I became an "item" she also got interested in this manner of photographic expression and since then both individually and together we have continued to send in photos of our activities taken in all manner of reflective surfaces from train windows to broken mirrors, front doors, art and cooking pot lids. In effect we have chronicled our time together on the Mirror Project.

Apparently Heather noticed this too for today, after posting a picture of Julie and me with mention of the wedding, I received a nice online card personally done by her. Heather works hard to make the Mirror Project a success and fun for all involved. Like all my online friends, I hope we can meet her sometime soon in San Francisco. We'd like to buy her dinner for all her hard work and for the photo entertainment she's brought to us and others around the world.

[all our photos can be seen by using the "search" function on the Mirror Project website: keywords Wallace or Julie].
Take a look at.........

Heather's wedding wishes card
Five Decades of Images....

It has occured to me from time to time while reviewing thousands of photos I have taken and stored in digital format, and while organizing the many more thousands I have in printed form....that I have been shooting photographic images for over five decades now. I intend to do a retrospective on a web gallery soon, but time is lacking at the present.

While going through an album of my early mementoes with Julie the other night, I came across some of my earliest photos. So from time to time I'll share a few of these with you. The first is an image taken with the first camera I remember owning....the time honored Kodak Brownie which shot in 135mm. format producing square prints. This shot was taken on a family vacation, driving from Midland Texas to the Seattle World's Fair in 1963. The shot is of the ancient Anasazi Indian cliff dwelling at Mesa Verde, Colorado. I was 13 y.o. at the time.

Five Decades of Images

Sunday, December 07, 2003

New Tile and a second surprise.....

If you remember this story from last Wednesday you will recall that I thought that it was a great coincidence that the guy who came to install our new carpet was a graduate of the drug and alcohol rehabilitation program that I used to help run. Today we had our new tile installed in the hallways and guest bathroom. How much of a coincidence would it be to have the tile installer also be a graduate of the very same program?

A great coincidence, but it happened. Actually more than coincidence, for I believe that these things happen for a reason. Our chore is to try and figure out that reason. Am I being rewarded for a job well done years ago? Did these guys need help in their business or personal life and were brought to me for some sage advice or as a reminder of what their past was like? Do I need some reminder of what my past was like? I don't know, but as we say, more will be revealed later, I just hope that I'm smart enought to see it.

Randy, the tile installer, is doing quite well, owning his own remodeling business, with a family, a large house and has been clean and sober for almost nine years. He also had three young employees with him for our job, and he made the point of telling me that they are all drug and alcohol free also. Tattooed and piereced, but drug free. Maybe that's my reward. Seeing young men working for someone who will mentor them and help them avoid the pitfall of bad choices that we made. Or maybe I just needed to be reminded not to be to critical of the younger generation tattoo's and all. For I have to admit, the two 20 something young men who worked on our floors were two of the hardest working individuals I've seen in quite some time. They started at 11 A.M. and worked constantly until 10 P.M. taking only about 10 minutes to eat the lunch we went and got for them. One of them made the remark that he didn't want to quit until the job was done right.......and I believe him.

Friday, December 05, 2003

Me healthy? I can't remember...

Although a glass of wine or a mixed drink may be good for your cardiovascular system, a new study suggests that by the time moderate drinkers reach middle age, they may not remember if they are healthy or not.

The American Heart Association's long term study on low to moderate level imbibers showed an increase in brain atrophy in that group by the time they reached middle age. Atrophy as in brain shrinkage and loss of the use of portions of your noggin. Thank God I gave up drinking 10 years ago, although by the time I did certainly my brain had atrophied into negative territory. At least now though, I can smile whenever I see a moderate drinker friend give me that condescending little smirk when they say, "oh a glass of wine is good for me".

Wednesday, December 03, 2003

New carpet and a pleasant surprise...

The very effiecient Jon at Lowes had us scheduled for our carpet installation today at 9 o'clock this morning. I was disappointed as they arrived at 9:09. Actually I was pleasantly surprised. I've had scheduled appointments with tradesmen who showed up 4 or 5 hours late, without calling, as if the customer had nothing else to do but sit at home for half a day.....I won't mention names but does a cable company with Cox in their name ring a bell?

The pleasant surprise was not that the installation guys were on time but that the face at the door was a familiar one. It was one of those TV sitcom kind of recognitions, not instantaneous, but the kind that take several seconds and then the light bulb appears over your head. And without thinking I actually uttered a sitcom line, "hey I know you". John [named changed] said, "yes you surely do".

I knew John almost 8 years ago when, for a three year period, I was a drug and alcohol counselor working mainly with convicted felons. The people in our program had felony convictions involving drugs and/or alcohol and our program was their last chance to try and straighten out their lives through sobriety before they were carted off to the "bighouse" down at Huntsville. If they completed our 6 month program, they would be put on parole without being further incarcerated. Our program was a half-way house arrangement after these folks had already completed a lockup style 6 months of intensive drug treatment and "re-education" called SAFP, short for Substance Abuse Felonly Punishment.

John was one of the many who made it. I had not seen him since he graduated from our program, but I add him to my list of those I have seen over the years who are doing well. Instead of becoming a statistic of continuing criminal activity, John turned his life around and now owns his own flooring business with five employees. And...they did a great job and were in and out of the house within a half an hour.

Having "been there and done that" with substance abuse, SAFP was an initiative of Governor Ann Richards. It works, I'm proud to have had a part in it, and my Christmas season will be a little brighter knowing that one more person is doing well and won't be spending the holiday season in a cell.

Monday, December 01, 2003

The Retail trade.....

If at all possible I like to support our local small businesses who are in competition with the megastores that proliferate in the retail landscape today. I think that, especially in a smaller city such as ours, it is hard for the locally owned stores to compete against the Wal-Marts, Home Depots and the Lowes of the world.

We have been planning to redo some of the flooring in the estate in advance of the upcoming nuptials, so when I saw an ad last week from a local flooring company saying that, "The holiday season is the best time to get the best prices and quickest service for all your flooring needs".....I thought, that suits our plans just fine! So off to the local merchant I went and saw some samples that would work in our home. I told the salesman that I'd fetch the bride-to-be back and we'd make a decision. This was on Tuesday. We are working with a very quick timeframe but with Thanksgiving the earliest we could return to the store was Friday, which we did. Only to find a sign that read, "Closed for the holidays, back on Monday"! Back on Monday? Don't they know that "Black Friday" following Thanksgiving is the biggest carpet and tile purchasing day of the year.

So, off to Lowe's, the megastore competition, we went where we found a very suitable carpet for 1/3rd the price of the local store [with free pad], a tile that we liked, and Jon, a salesman who worked his tail off for us. Upon hearing of our time dilemma, he suggested the carpet that we ended up buying as it was in stock and could be installed quickly. This was on Friday, and today the carpet and tile installers have already been out to measure for the job. As I was waiting for the tile man to arrive, the phone rang. It was Jon checking with me to make sure his tradesmen had been there. Now that's service!

The point of this short story is that, at least to me, service is still king, whether you are a local company or the national megastore. When you're competing for business, closing your store for five days just doesn't cut it. Quite honestly, I'm not much of a shopper arounder, and if the local store had been open on Friday, I would have probably bought their carpet and tile if they had treated me like Jon did. I wish the local merchants would learn this lesson, either that or stop complaining about the national chains. This lack of consumer awareness is a bad habit in this town.

For my large format digital image printing I have been using a big firm in Dallas to which I FTP my images. I have been trying to use a local imaging firm here for several years. I have suggested that they set up an FTP portal on their server. Not a hard thing to do, but it has not been done yet. And last year in December I finally loaded some smaller images on disks to give them a chance to print these. When I arrived at the store the sign read....."Closed two weeks for Christmas". Two stinkin' weeks? I haven't been back since.

Dispatches from Iraq update: war news must be slow in Qatar where Galloway is today. The only communique I received from Joe were two jokes, which cannot be reprinted here. More later.....

Sunday, November 30, 2003

Dispatches from Iraq.......

My close amigo, compatriot and business partner Joe Galloway has been sent to the Middle East by his employers, Knight-Ridder Newspapers, to see what up close and personal stories he can dig up. His first stop is Qatar to interview General Abizaid, the Commander in Chief of CENTCOM, then on to Baghdad. As much as I am able, I'll try and update you on his travels. His first dispatch today:

"just got to lovely qatar and hit hotel after 24 hours of travel. whew. my email works but is clunky as hell. More later"
joe

Thursday, November 27, 2003

Giving Thanks......

We hope that you will give thanks for all the blessings in your life today. Thanksgiving Day is really about gratitude. Gratitude for all the things that you have and hold dear. If you are truly grateful, you cannot be sad, angry, resentful, jealous, miserable or otherwise feeling sorry for yourself. God Bless you all......!

And click the icon below to listen to a short message from me........called in from my cellphone and automatically updated to my server. I just love new technology!

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Tuesday, November 25, 2003

Iraq is no Vietnam.......but

"Iraq is no Vietnam, but there are eerie parallels", so starts the column mentioned below. No one knows the differences....and similarities between the two as well as my good friend, author Joe Galloway. Joe spent the better part of five years covering the Vietnam War for United Press International......from start to finish. And not from the comfort of the International Hotel in Saigon. Today Joe is known as one of the deans of Vietnam War correspondents because of his on the ground, down and dirty, grunt's eye coverage of that war. In 1965, he participated in and survived the largest and one of the most important battles of that war, as recorded in his book We Were Soldiers Once, and Young, later made into the film We Were Soldiers

In 1991 he rode with Gen. Barry McCaffery through Iraq and covered Desert Storm first hand. Very few others did. And now Joe is covering the present Iraqi situation as the head military correspondent and a sydicated columnist for Knight-Ridder Newspapers. As he said to me a year ago, he would be on the ground in Iraq now, if his wife had not said, "if you go to another war and the enemy doesn't shoot you.......I will". Knowing her, she would too. She's a crack shot.

Joe is an ardent supporter of the military, gives his time freely to their causes and holds a Bronze Star for Valor earned in Vietnam. The only such award given to a civilian during the war. So, when Joe speaks words of warning about a military situation, it pays to listen. Read Joe's Column
Iraqi Insight......

Some constructive, rational, and realistic thoughts from Mr. Talabani, the head of the Iraqi National Congress are here in an Opinion Journal Essay

Saturday, November 22, 2003

Spread the word.....

Something you will probably not see much of in the mainstream media......Iraqis, yes Iraqis, are organizing an Anti Terrorist Demonstration. Visit the link for more information from Zeyad, an Iraqi who reports the news in Iraq as he sees it.

Thanks to Gordon at The NZ Pundit for spreading the word.

Friday, November 21, 2003

SpyBot to the rescue....!

In a followup to my Adware/Spyware rant of the past week, I stepped up to the plate and downloaded an Adware removal program......SpyBot. After running it on two seperate machines, I'm here to sing it's praises. And, it's FREE.

Adware is so innocuous because it's installed deep with the bowels of your machine....and consequently is hard to identify and manually remove. SpyBot is designed to find all the HKEY codes and little .EXE programs that run the Scumware which allow intrusive popups, unwanted Internet connections and that slow your machine down.

At about 6 Mb, it is a fairly manageable download, even for dialup connections, and installs rapidly and easily. I would recommend running thru the quick tutorial, especially if you are not a Geek. But if you can read above a 5th grade level it is fairly self explanatory. When run, SpyBot searches your entire machine for the offending programs and codes, and then allows you to delete them all, or to manually select the ones that will be deep sixed. It even sorts thru your "cookies" and points out the ones that may do such evil things as data mining.

If you don't know if you have Adware/Spyware on your machine, I can almost guarantee you that you do. Spend the little bit of time using SpyBot and you'll be surprised. Deleting all these Scumsuckers will give you immense pleasure.

Tuesday, November 18, 2003


Good Bye Old Friend.....

Old soldiers beds never die.....they just fade away. Today I said goodbye to a steadfast friend, my old queen size bed. I won't go into the entire chronology of the bed, but it has been with me for 31 years, and for 28 of those years it was my primary place of respite. For the last 3 years it has been residing in my guest room, which will now become Jack's room. So...the Cody Memorial Bed had to go.

The bed has a long and storied history. I purchased it while in the Army in 1972 from a friend, Lt. Dick Cody. Dick is now Gen. Cody, the Deputy Chief of Staff of the Army. It has moved with me, and been placed in 14 seperate residences over the years, including a house in Mililani Hawaii, a highrise condo overlooking Waikiki, and apartments, duplexes, and homes in Dallas. Ditto this in Midland Texas. Several years ago, as a guest bed, it received another historic sleeper....my friend and author Joe Galloway. In an ironic slumberland twist, Joe knows Gen. Cody very well, having met him during the first war in Iraq.

When the decision was made to purge Jack's room of the bed, I notified Gen. Cody that he had first right of refusal on taking the bed back. In what must have been a gut wrenching decision for him.....he declined. I then offered the bed, as a piece of history, to Joe Galloway. Joe apparently didn't appreciate the historical significance of the bed as he replied back, "get rid of that suma' bitch, it was worse than a Days Inn mattress slept on by 10,000 traveling salesmen". So, all avenues exhausted, I offered the bed to a charitable organization, The Servants of the Poor. This morning they took delivery of the historic object. I only hope that they can find a good home for it. Perhaps a destitute derelict on par with the first two owners.

Saturday, November 15, 2003

This and that, Part II....

*Two more helicopters down in Iraq today with lose of life. The news hits all to close, reminding me of earlier times in another conflict in the late 1960's and early '70's. One soldier dying in a foreign country is one to many, but that is why we have soldiers and armies. To protect our freedom and help others gain theirs.

CNN, in their online news report, makes the comment......"The deaths brought the number of American soldiers killed in the Iraq war to 417. Of those, 278 have died since President Bush declared the end of major combat operations on May 1." It's that second sentence that gets me. To my way of thinking, inferring that somehow President Bush mislead the public into thinking there would be no more casualties.

CNN thinks that you, me and the American public are morons who will rise up in protest over George's "lie". We are not and we will not. Most people with half a brain know what he meant, that the large scale unit actions were over......that in fact we won the war. Which we did, routing a very large army and sending it's dicatator despot leader into hiding. The lives we are losing now are in the enforcement of the peace. Not that a death in enforcement is any less painful than one in war, it's not. But there is a big difference. In Vietnam, we never had the chance to enforce a peace, we could not conclude the war.

417 deaths in Iraq. That's to many, especially to the families and friends whose lives this will alter forever. But many of us who remember our history, and perhaps lived a little of it, can compare this to other military actions. In WW I, the US military lost over 70,000 dead in under two years. I dare say that 417 soldiers were killed at D-Day in Normandy in the first 30 minutes of action. My friends and comrades in the 1st Cavalry who fought in the Ia Drang in 1965 lost 305 of their buddies in just under 5 days. I hope we can keep this in perspective.

*I have embarked on my first phase of the redecorating of the estate.....La Hacienda del Oro Perro. The guest room is becoming Jack's room, and at his request he wants an Army motif.......good boy! So the walls will soon be some version of brown close to Desert Sand, which will coordinate with the desert camo pillow covers that his Mom will make.

I am compulsive about doing things "right". The words still ring in my ears from childhood, "if something is worth doing, it's worth doing right", but this time I'm fudging a little. Currently the walls are papered, and the "right" thing to do would be strip the paper, retexture the walls and then paint. But....to save time for my other projects, which do involve wallpaper stripping, I have chosen to paint over the paper. I am doing that "right" though, by floating the seams in the wallpaper to hide them and priming the walls before painting. I am also compulsive about projects, once started, being completed quickly.......so I have to go back to work now.

Friday, November 14, 2003

This and that.....

*Movie stars from the 30's are now almost gone. Now, in very sad news Blondie, Penny Singleton, has also passed away at the age of 95. If you read the CNN headline on the link herein, you'd think that her biggest accomplishment was as the voice of Mother Jetson on the 60's TV show "The Jetsons". I suppose that CNN had to pander to the younger crowd that remembers the Jetsons to get a bigger market kick out of their story. That's balderdash. The Blondie movies were tremendously successful in the 1930's and 40's. I still get a kick out of watching them both for the corny situations that Dagwood put the Bumsteads in, but equally important, for the historical peek that movies of this time give us into ordinary life during that time period. Personally, and on a more prurient note, I always thought that Blondie was kind of a babe. I have to note that I'm soon to be married to my own Blondie....and I think she's a real babe too!

*As soon as I make my second 50 million dollars, I'm going to hire a full time staff of attorneys, net gurus and sleuths to go after all the slimeballs that backdoor adware/spyware onto peoples personal computers. For neopytes, these are the little programs that cause pop-up ads to appear on your screen and also secretly transmit your surfing habits back to the sender. Your permission to add these to your computer is not asked. Who puts these there? Morons.

My partner Del noticed a problem with his laptop this week. Actually more than a problem, the havoc caused resulted in his machine being rendered useless with the internet connection application popping up every 30 seconds and occasionally an undending stream of miniature pop up windows appearing. Luckily while I was trying to determine the source of the problem, a perfectly timed error box appeared....!!Bargainz.exe fault error!!. Aha....the source of the problem. Googling up Bargainz, I quickly learned that this is in fact adware. Which in Del's case had run amok.

That's why these criminals are morons. Who in their right mind buys anything marketed on unwanted pop-ups? The only buying behavior generated is to quickly purchase a Colt .45 to blow these scum away. To make matters worse, their little adware program is obviously poorly written. I too found this culprit on my machine at home and the only thing it did was to slow my computer down and occasionally bring up the internet connect screen. No ads ever appeared.

Yes, with the second 50 million, I'm starting a "Suing Company". Money is no object....find these scum, initiate lawsuits, and even if we don't win a dime in recompense, just make their stinkin' lives miserable.

Tuesday, November 11, 2003

Veteran's Day....

At the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918, the guns along the western front fell silent as the armistice went into effect thus ending WWI, one of the greatest slaughters in mankinds history. A whole generation of young men had been destroyed in most European countries. The Austrians and Germans had lost 2.5 million men killed and another 1.2 million missing. Missing usually meaning that the soldier had been pulverized beyond recognition, or that his body had simply vanished into the mud. The British lost over a million men dead or forever missing. The Australians lost 58,000. The Canadians, 56,000. The French, 1.7 million. New Zealand, over 16,000 dead. The United States, 70,000 dead or missing. The number wounded generally ran 3-4 times the number of the dead. Compare this to the, then, populations of these countries and the magnitude of the disaster becomes even more clear.

It was because of the shock of this calamity that the idea for a remembrance to honor veterans of that war, Armistice Day, was quickly conceived. The "war to end all wars", of course didn't, and so in the United States in 1954 this day of honor became known as Veteran's Day, to include all veterans who had served in the armed forces.

My Great Great Grandfather was an infantryman in the Union Army in America's Civil War. I have a faded photograph of him taken in the 1880's in front of his farmhouse. He is proudly wearing his Grand Army of the Republic badge denoting his status as a veteran. My Grandfather, my Dad's Dad, was a Marine Corps infantryman in World War I, and among other actions he fought in the battle at the Belleau Woods. We still have his most prized military possession, the Marine Corps "globe and anchor" insignia that he wore.

My Dad was an infantryman during World War II. He fought his way through Italy with the famed 45th "Thunderbird" Division. On his very first day of combat, his best friend was killed. He was in almost continuous combat on the road north through Italy until his feet were frozen in the Italian Alps, ending his combat career. He spent the remainder of the war in England attached to the 8th Air Force. He was gone for over three years. For 50 years the memories of his experience were to hard to talk about, and only in the last five years have I learned what he endured. We have the uniform that he wore when he was mustered out the Army, some medals, including his prized Combat Infantry Badge, and a few assorted items...including a defused hand grenade still in it's orginal carton that he brought back as a memento.

I too was an infantryman, an officer. As far as I know, the first officer in our family ranks of the citizen soldier. Through R.O.T.C., the Regular Army, active National Guard service and the Reserves, I have about 17 years of combined time. And though I endured some difficult, harrowing, and painful times in my army career, my service pales in comparison to all the hardships that my forebearers and many of my friends endured. I don't dwell on the details of my service, but rather chose to focus on the unique and lasting friendships I have made among my military brothers.

Veteran's Day is sometimes a hard thing for Veteran's to handle. While the general population is, in the main, appreciative of the service of the nations veterans, many do not cast a passing thought about the sacrifices that have been made by young men and women in their service to the nation. Sacrifice not only in blood, but in time. Gone from home and family for years, missing family funerals, gone for Christmas, gone for childrens births. Most citizens can't even be troubled to put out a flag on this day. Veterans notice. Many citizens are glad for the "free" day off. Most Veterans are glad they have the chance to go to work.

Departed columnist Mike Ryoko, a veteran, wrote a humorous column in 1993 suggesting that only Veterans get a day off on Veterans Day. Not a bad idea, but I would suggest that to really honor veterans, that the 11th of November be set aside as a day of national service...a day off work for all in the country to perform volunteer work in a charitable program of their choice. This would be an appropriate and fitting way to honor the service of our veterans. Until this happens, most veterans will celebrate Veteran's Day the way we have for decades, among ourselves.

I have the privelage of knowing, and having spent some time with Gen. Hal Moore . One of the things that Gen. Moore is religous about doing whenever he meets a veteran is saying, "Thank you for your service". So to all veterans....."Thank you for your service"!

Note to the flagless: I have a certificate from the 25th Infantry Division noting that in three short years I ran over 1,000 miles in combat boots. This to keep physically fit and combat ready. My 50 something year old feet are now paying the price. I have flown many 1,000's of miles in Huey's, CH-47's, C-130's, C-141's. I have dropped an accumulated 13 miles straight down in 58 some-odd parachute drops from 1200 ft. [many at night]. There is no telling how many 100's of miles I have "humped" across swamps, deserts, mountains and plains carrying such things as an M-16 rifle, M-60 machine guns, 81 mm. mortars, baseplates and sights, not to mention a loaded rucksack. This all for the privelage of sleeping in a muddy hole covered by a plastic poncho. And my "mileage" is miniscule compared to some troopers I have the privelage of knowing.
Therefore, we would find it satisfying if you might find the time and energy to walk the 20 or 30 paces to your front porch and put out a flag as a token of thanks, that you didn't have to do the above. Thank you.

Friday, November 07, 2003

A Warning........!

If you don't have a Carbon Monoxide alarm system in your home.....make a point to get one this weekend. The results of chancing an encounter with the stuff can be deadly or, at the least, earn you a very miserable trip to the emergency room. We found this out today first hand.

I had seen the ads for Carbon Monoxide alarm systems accompanied by the warnings of it's undetectable menace. But, truthfully, I had filed these warnings away as something that happens to poor people in ramshackle homes with 50 year old patched up heating systems, or as the result of living in a cheap trailer home heated by open flame heaters. In other words, something that happens to someone else. No more.

This morning at 7 A.M. I received a call from Julie saying that she was violently ill, nauseous and with a terrible headache. On awakening her son Jack, he also complained of a bad headache. Being a smart cookie she added up these facts, along with the salient point that she had turned the heater on in her house last night for the first time this season, and came up with a quick assesment of Carbon Monoxide poisoning. She was correct.

Luckily her folks live within blocks. Unluckily they had left their phone off the hook all night. So...barely able to stand, she phoned a neighbor who drove to her parents house and summoned help. They immediately loaded Julie and Jack into the car for the quick trip to the hospital. All Julie could do was lie in a wretched condition while Jack rode with his head, like the family dog, out the window in the 35 degree air, a smart thing to do. By the time I arrived at the emergency room they had been probed, stuck and hooked up to IV's and oxygen masks. Not a pretty sight, but they were on their way to recovery, Jack more quickly, but Julie not far behind.

By policy, and a good one, the emergency room notified the fire department of the situation. The good fire fighters quickly arrived at Julie's home and their monitors pegged for CO as soon as they entered. We were very blessed that the outcome was not a more tragic one. Fortunately, Julie is an early riser and she fought her natural instinct to go back to bed when she started feeling ill. Many people might....and it would be a fatal mistake, the sleep that never ends.

Julie's house is a modern home which she purchased less than two years ago, at which time a complete inspection was made of the heating system. Apparently the heating vent discharge flue had been shaken loose over the last year causing the problem. This should be the lesson for us all.....it doesn't matter the age of your home or heating system. Things can happen. I have a security alarm system in my home with a hardwired fire detector with....I think....a carbon monoxide detector built in. I think? I bought another one today just in case. I hope you get yours!

Tuesday, November 04, 2003

Strange Skies.....

................that was the title of the email I received today from Blogmate Bernard "Slatts" Slattery in far south Australia. The Internet is an amazing thing. The email from Slatts, 10 kazillion miles away, referred me to an article I had not seen on an event that occured in my hometown. The strange event was the appearance of the Northern Lights over West Texas caused by largescale solar activity which generated excessive electromagnetic energy.

This is a rare occurence, but not a first time one. As the article referred to in the link explains, activity of this magnitude occurs in 10-12 year cycles and the last time I had seen the phenomenon of the Lights was about 11 years ago +/-. I remember it well because I believe that it occured in the same year that we had an earthquake of a magnitude grand enough to shake the bewillikers out of my bed and wake me up in the middle of the night. It was also not long after these two concurrent strange events that I gave up strong drink, something I had been meaning to do for quite awhile. Well OK, something other people had been meaning for me to do for quite awhile. But apparently the Northern Lights and Earthquake in conjunction did the trick for me.

As a footnote, this occurence of the Lights and the electromagnetism that caused them, almost had a dire economic effect. We were using a GPS system to locate the top of the old abandoned oil well mentioned in a previous post. Very shortly after we had located the well, our GPS system was knocked out by the burst of solar energy, as were our cellphones at the remote location 40 miles north of town. It could have cost us several days delay.

Friday, October 31, 2003


Four Star Week.....

Sometimes in life, things seem to come in clusters. This week it was interaction with U.S. Army four star generals. Last weekend, as noted below, we spent a great two days with my old friend Gen. Tom Hill and his wife Toni. This week's four star encounter was with none other than recently retired General Tommy Franks.

Gen. Franks was back in his old hometown to receive the honor of "Outstanding Citizen" from the local boy scout council. No small award, as past winners who have picked up their awards here are President G.W. Bush, Texas Governor Rick Perry and First Lady Laura Bush. We attended a small reception for the General before the main event which gave us a little one on one time with him and a chance for me to say hell-o to him from several mutual acquaintances like the aforementioned Gen. Tom Hill and my good buddy, author Joe Galloway. Tom and Joe both know Tommy Franks well. We also presented the General with one of the photo images that Galloway took in Vietnam of the actual battle portrayed in the film, We Were Soldiers. The General seemed most appreciative.

We were the guests of Julie's employer, Limark Corp. who were a major sponsor of the event, so we sat at one of the head tables and had the opportunity to say hell-o to Governor Perry. Equally as interesting to me, as an old Eagle Scout, was the great privelage to be seated with the National Executive Director of the Boy Scouts, Mr. Roy Williams. And since everyone at the table was associated with scouting, we had some great conversations about our days and our experinces in the program.

Thanks to Limark Corporation for their kind invitation and it has been fun attending two formal dinners with four star generals in the last six days, but now, I'm looking forward to an informal dinner with the bride to be......Frito Pie perhaps!

Wednesday, October 29, 2003


The Oil Field.....
I love the oil business, and not just for the money. Quite frankly, most of the time we in the industry don't make as much as the popular consensus or the press ascribes to us. Most of us are not J.R. Ewing. Most of us make a pretty good living, but I dare say that the across the board wages in say, the computer industry, are higher than the average of all those in the energy industry.

One of the things I like about the business is that we are working for ourselves and have a chance to be innovative without asking permission from any higher authorities. Also...truthfully, I love the chance to go out of doors, which is where I prefer to be...and to work with big powerful Bubba type equipment. At least be around it. Not to offend anyone, but it's still pretty much of a mans world out in the oil field.

One of the several creeping changes in the oil business in West Texas is the fact that newly found deposits are increasingly rare. Therefore we come up with ways to better utilize the fields that have been found in the past. One of these methods is to go into old wells that have drained dry their original producing formation, and to try to produce from another untried zone. A "recompletion" we term them. We are currently recompleting a well in Andrews County Texas, attempting to coax more oil from the top of the Devonian formation, the lower half of the zone having been depeleted. Others within close proximity have had some success in this, and for about one third the cost of drilling a brand new well, it is worth the effort to try. This old well was plugged, that is....all the possible producing zones in the well bore have been covered with concrete and now this material must be drilled out in order for us to reach the Devonian over 12,000 ft. below. Catch a glimpse of this operation at the Linaka re-entry photo site.

Monday, October 27, 2003


Old Friends....

There is nothing finer than spending time with old friends, which is what Julie and I did this past weekend in San Antonio. Actually my old friends, but of course, Julie fit right in and she felt like she knew them from the myriad of stories I had told her. The occasion was a college fraternity reunion honoring my dear friend General Tom Hill who was named the Trinity University Alumni of the Year. As Tom said in his acceptance speech, "who would have ever thought this would happen". All of us at the table laughed out loud at that, perhaps a little to loudly.

But Tom has done well. He is only one of a handful of Generals in the Army today with four star rank, and he commands all military forces in the Carribean, and Central and South America. Which includes the miasma in Colombia and the Al Queda detention center in Guantanamo Bay Cuba. Needless to say he had some interesting stories to relate! Like the time he called the head of the military in Colombia to suggest that he support the new president and their constitution. The Generalisimo there said he would and in fact was at that very moment doing so. Tom said that on the phone he could hear automatic weapons firing right outside the Generals office, so he supposed he wasn't lying.

Tom and Toni are great friends and great people. I lived with them at Ft. Benning Georgia when I was a new 2Lt. in the Army, and we became very close. They have traveled in the Army life, so I don't get to see them much at all, though we do call and keep up. So it was a thrill to be able to spend some good time with them in San Antonio...and of course have them meet Julie. Toni kept telling me how much she like Julie and I think Julie enjoyed them, and it was rather exciting to a point. After all she's never ridden in an armed convoy before. Tom, because of his position, has a security staff that travels with him. Three very serious, intent and large young men who wear blue blazers everywhere. The blazers are to hide their automatic weapons. It's a nice feeling, while driving around San Antonio, to have a Ford Explorer following you with well trained young men packing automatic weapons, there to jump in if anything should go amiss.

To honor Tom and Toni, many of my fraternity brothers came to town, and we all had a wonderful time, like you do when you tell the same stories that you tell everytime you get together. But they get better with age, and I didn't mind, Julie got to hear a little about my past life, from those who lived it with me. She didn't jump ship on the drive back to Midland, so I suppose it all went well.

If you'd like to browse through a few pictures of the weekend here they are.

Wednesday, October 22, 2003

Canned Spam......maybe!

I've always believed that nothing will thwart Spam until it is made illegal. All the blacklists, server and client side filters, and searching out DNS numbers and reporting repeat offenders will do very little until there is actually some punishment involved for the scum who spam.

But now, a glimmer of hope is on the horizon. The Senate has passed anti-spam legislation that is a good start to curbing the problem. And there was no waffling, the vote was 97-0 in favor. As one Senator related, he gets more comments, letters and emails about Spam than any other topic. That's saying something in these troubled times. The vote was 100% in favor, in part, because there can be no one lobbying for Spam. Who would do so, the medical fakirs, Viagra con men, or get rich quick scheme criminals? No, there is no good in Spam.

The bill will not totally prohibit unsolicited email, but will fine, heavily I might add and with jail time, anyone who sends messages under false addresses, highjacked ISP's or where the product is a scam......in other words, everyone who sends Spam these days. I'm not naive enough to think that this will stop all spammers, but it will help. And..it will give prosecuters something to work with. However much of the Spam comes through foreign sources now days, so I would hope that there would be some wording in the bill that penalizes the major US backbone carriers like Verio, Level3, and Sprint if they allow the traffic to come into the US over their lines.

It's about time.......

Monday, October 20, 2003


The thrill of speed......!

The John Foster Open Road Race was run yesterday and by all accounts was a big success. For out of towners, this is something relatively new for Midland and West Texas, an unlimited speed time trial event on the public roadways. If you've ever had the urge to take the old family station wagon and go as fast you can on the open road, this is the event for you.

Approximately 100 miles of remote, yet in good condtion, backroad highways are closed off for several hours while entrants race from St. Lawrence to Rankin to Midland. As you read if you perused the website, the vehicles are divided up by performance classes from your basic car, minimum speed 85 mph, to the unlimited cars with speeds in excess of 200 mph. There are some safety requirements, generally a little more stringent according to the speed of the vehicle class, but basically the event is open to all comers over age 21 and able to pay the somewhat hefty entry fee [most going to charity].

I have mixed feelings about the race, though in the main they are positive. It's a little known fact that I, in my earlier years, attended the Bob Bondurant Racing School in California. A great time and better learning experience concerning driving vehicles very quickly. We learned the basics in suped up production model cars and culminated our experience by driving Formula Ford 2000 machines. Thus I have some knowledge on the topic and even more hefty respect for driving at high speed. Many things not good can happen, and happen more rapidly than one thought possible. I'm not sure that some of the drivers in this event are prepared to cope with such emergencies.

I think that this type of race is a good concept and if I still had one of my Corvettes and it was in good shape, I'm sure I'd give a hard thought to participating in the John Foster. ......however. The however is that I really think that the organizers need to consider very strongly being more circumspect with whom they allow to drive in the event. As the old saying goes, this is an accident waiting to happen. There is a vast difference in having driving experience at somewhat above highway speeds like we do in W. Texas, say 85 mph, and driving the family car at 125 mph. Something will happen. A tire will go, hit a bump the wrong way with soft shocks, be hit with those sudden W. Texas wind gusts and tragedy strikes. It's only a matter of time.

Don't get me wrong I haven't given up on speed in my old age, I think the event should go on, but all it will take is one death with the inevitable lawsuits and the race will be history. Just take a look at the rules and the types of cars allowed in the race. Come to think of it, I really have been getting the urge to get another older model Corvette.

Thursday, October 16, 2003

Major League Disappointment.....

As readers know I try and report the news without comment or bias....well some comments and my biases are always justified. But tonight I have to violate my reporting ethic and say my peace on the just named World Series teams. What a major league disappointment.

Who really cares about the Florida Martins or whatever they're called and the once again in the fall classic New York Yankees. A team from Florida named after a bird or a fish or whatever doesn't belong in the series....period. And the Yankees, the best team that money can buy, are seemingly always there. They also feature Roger Clemens, who is without doubt a Hall of Fame player but scores below zero in the category of being a human being. Sorry to say he's from Texas, but he is an anamoly. Most Texans aren't dirtwads, as he is.

You are not a true baseball fan if somewhere within, you weren't rooting for the Chicago Cubs. You may have a hometown or regional favorite club, but your heart told you to at least wish the Cubs the best. The Cubs are the team of the common man. Hard workers, a little inept at times, but always in there trying their damnedest to win the big one. This time, and once again, hard work did not overcome ineptitude and it may be an entire century, or longer, before they do make it to the Big One.

And though not really a Red Sox fan, we were just hoping to see them beat the Yankees if for no other reason than a good ol' Midland High School graduate, Mike Timlin, pitches for them which he did tonight. All in all this will be a Series that I doubt we will watch and besides we won't get to see several of the games anyway, we'll be in San Antonio next weekend whooping it up on The River with old college friends I've known for 35 years. But it's to bad....it could have been such a great Series.

Wednesday, October 15, 2003


Cure alls........
You can have all the riches in the world, money, fame and a good looking young compassionate fiancee, but if you don't have your health you have nothing! I have learned this once again. For today my sickness is breaking and once again I have all these, excepting fortune and fame. But a sweet fiancee to nurse me on the road back to health is good enough! As you can see by the photos taken yesterday [left] when I was in the death grip of the consumption and the one on the right now that I'm recovering, there is all the difference in the world!

And thanks to the thousands of readers [well OK a couple of emails and a few "comments"] who took the time to send their home remedies. Especially Kev in Australia who remitted one of my old favorites the "rum" cure. In my case being born in Kentucky, I used to take the Early Times whiskey cure. And it really worked. A day home from work sipping the sweet nectar would actually not cure the common cold, but by afternoon you would most certainly not give a damn about the illness. However, in my sad and pathetic case, not only would I forget about the sniffles, I would also forget that I had a job and a mortgage and bills to pay. Thus, and with a great effort, I gave up the whiskey cure almost ten [10] years ago. As they say the cure was killing me, thus the reason for my unfortunate stay in Intensive Care previously mentioned.

I think, actually, the cure that turned the corner today was the chicken soup so graciously provided by my Mother-in-Law to be Pat. A steamy medley of chicken, broth, liberal garlic, onions and black pepper with assorted vegetables. Don't laugh, I have read scientific reports that conclude that there is something in chicken soup that actually does promote the demise of a cold more quickly than most other substances. I didn't try the weedy plant that the Big Gold Dog eats, but that idea still intrigues me.

Now, sometimes in a wistful state I may miss the whiskey cure but if that were the remedy of choice for me now I would not have much of anything including the rambling Bedford Road estate, a career or a beautiful young fiancee. I'll stick with chicken soup anytime!

Tuesday, October 14, 2003

Disturbing news......

I have very disturbing news today, very disturbing and I hope you can handle it.

I am sick. It is really disturbing for me because I very rarely get sick and this is a most pernicious ailment. The common cold. I'll have to say up front that I don't "do" sick to well, the reason being that this is me we're talking about, not you with your minor complaints. I went for years without having a cold and now I've had one in each of the last two years. It's shameful and I think caused by the continuing allergy problems that plague folks in West Texas. I believe this constant assault on my sino-respiratory system has caused my immune response mechanism to get fairly tired of fending off attacks on my nasal cavities and now it just gives up on occasion.

I don't deserve to get the common cold like you common people. I religously take a plethora of vitamens, minerals and herbs to stay healthy.....which mostly I do. So to feel ill is really a large deparature from normal and although I always have some breathing problems [allergy related], to not be able to breathe at all sucks rotten eggs.

Mind you, I'm not whining here, I'm just stating the facts.....I really feel ill, not like your pathetic little illnesses, but really ill. However I'm soldiering on through the day and starting to think of ways to cure this malady as it has become worse today. I'm a believer in modern drugs, a modern drug having saved my life in Intensive Care twelve years ago, but I also believe in using some of natures own remedies. I believe that sometimes by observing how animals take care of their illnesses we humans might learn a thing or two.

Recently the Big Gold Dog has been amazing me by seeking out one particular plant in the alley. This is not a common plant and he knows the one exact spot to find this broadleaf weed. Apparently this weed has some magical cureative power as he eats quite alot of it and he's feeling fine. So...following in the Big Gold Dog's footsteps I'm going to go out in the back yard and lay in the sun and then walk two blocks up and get some of this dog medicine and make a tea out of it. If it works it may make me a fortune.....Big Gold Dog Cold Cure.

The other all natural cure I would like about now is to be hooked up to a drip IV of antibiotics with an opium chaser. I'd prefer to sleep through this dire illness.

Sunday, October 12, 2003

Busy week updates......

**Rain, humidity and cool weather. And then more rain. Light though and the kind that soaks into the soil. If you're not from West Texas you don't know what a need we have for this kind of weather. It's resembling last year's wet October.

**We have a new dining room table. With a good sale price and a gift certificate that Julie had at the store.....we feel like it was almost free. We were somewhat worried about the wood fitting in with the existing Mission and Arts and Crafts furniture, but it's a great fit. We can now have genuine banquets for the masses.


**I've been in discussions with the Dept. of Energy and Sandia National Labs concerning new oil field technology. You remember the Peace Dividend? Of course you do, that's the benefit that would befall the economy by switching from the production of nuclear weapons in the arms race with the Evil Soviet Empire to more positive economical endeavors for the benefit of mankind. Of course, peace didn't really break out all over and one could argue that we are spending more than ever before on defense against the Evil Terror Empire. But...slowly, quietly and in diverse areas, the scientists who once were paid top dollar to devise newer and larger atomic weapons, are using their technological skills to redefine things in the business world.

One of those areas is Microhole Drilling for oil and gas which I am researching. Instead of drill bits and pipe in the 8 to 9 inch range, microhole drilling pipe is as small as 1 7/8th inches with a motorized micro motor attached to the drill bit. The drilling pipe is actually semi-rigid continuous coiled tubing and the whole arrangement is steerable downhole allowing precise directional drilling. Using this technology we could drill certain more shallow wells for one-third to one-quarter of the costs of conventional means. And it's more friendly to the environment too. Currently the boys at Sandia tell me wells down to 3000 ft. are no problem and that eventurally wells to 10,000 ft. will be attainable. It's exciting stuff.

Monday, October 06, 2003

In the News.....


Ask anyone from around my hometown to pinpoint the location of the photo above and most assuredly they would answer, "Well, it's certainly West Texas, and if I had to guess I would say probably down around Rankin or maybe over in Glasscock County on the road to San Angelo". These would be excellent guesses, but would be off be many, many thousands of miles. I was stunned when I saw this image, for the photo was taken right outside of my sister city of Coober Pedy, Australia.

With only the barest of information that I had at the time, I had an inkling that Coober Pedy was in fact much like West Texas, from the local geography right down to the good folks who are mostly scratching a living out of the earth as we do here. I had seen a few photos of the city of Coober Pedy, and had somehow imagined that it was purely flat, but now I can visualize mesas in the distance with scrub brush and perhaps some dry stream beds or as we call them....draws. It feels just like home.

The current edition of The Coober Pedy News features yet another similarity between these Outback Aussies and those of us in West Texas, an interest in horses. Excitement reigns in CP, as the horse racing track is now set to open again after a haitus caused by loss of proper insurance. And I feel that my journalism career has been given a big boost as I have a nice mention by Gary [scroll down].

And if you are in the market for quality opals or just want to view some of these gorgeous stones go to Nick's site Opal Mines Online

Sunday, September 28, 2003



Air Show....Day 2

The Canadian Snow Birds flight team is really a spectacular airborne ballet compared to the Blue Angels or Thunderbirds which feature overpowering speed and power. Where else can you see nine jet aircraft flying together straight up and then spliting into a fantastic aerial fleur de lis? They are really top notch.

And top notch is a good description of today's show. I always like the Sunday show....it's less crowded, more at ease and gives me and the volunteers more time to actually watch some of the amazing flying. The weather was the best we've had in years with a warm sun along with a cool breeze to keep temperatures just right, and with puff ball cumulus clouds that give a certain perspective to the aircraft overhead. Especially for the Snowbirds and the Pearl Harbor reenactment where we have over 40 aircraft in the skies at once.

As always, I met someone rather unique today, however, not involved with aviation fame. Mr. Holiman is a rancher in Midkiff, some distance south of Midland. He was one of our gate greeters today. Mr. Holiman is 87 years old and drives up by himself just to help out in anyway he can. I had read the story of how he gave one of his ranches to our local Jr. College, and then sued them to get it back when their trustees, in effect, violated the terms of his endowment. His intent is to find someone or group to make this ranch into a multi-discipline learning experience for kids. A place to learn about their agricultural heritage along with the ecology, geology and history of West Texas. We talked for an hour about ideas to bring his dream into reality. I told him that this interested me greatly and that I would be pleased to help. He promised to give me a call. A really interesting and generous man, and I hope that I look as great as he does should I become 87 years old. Oh, and he said that now that his beloved wife had passed away last year, he was starting to notice women again, and weren't there some great looking ones in shorts at the Air Show!

Another Show under our belts and now we can get some rest!

Saturday, September 27, 2003


Air Show......Day One

The first day of the Air Show went splendidly with great flying weather. High broken cumulus clouds at about 5,000 ft., moderate temperatures and gusty but manageable winds. And judging by the number of people we transported, the crowds really exceeded our expectations. Show goers started arriving early and kept coming for hours. The events went as scheduled, and the Canadian Snowbird flight team was spectacular as usual. It's not often you get to see nine jet aircraft flying wingtip to wingtip.

But I have to say again, the highlight of the show [and being in the CAF] is always the people I meet. Usually there is one special person that makes all the hard work worth the effort. Today it was meeting and chatting for awhile with astronaut Bill Anders above. Bill was a crew member on Apollo 8, the first mission to the moon. Bill and his two crew mates Frank Borman and Jim Lovell were the first men to leave earth's gravity and the first to reach the moon, and the first humans ever to view the dark, farside of the moon. Bill's photograph of the earth rising above the moons surface was judged by Life magazine to be one of the 20 most important images of the 20th century.

With a special thanks to Julie, her kids and Dad, and to all my volunteers it was a great day, though exhausting........and another just like it tomorrow.

Friday, September 26, 2003


McGovern Now!.......
For those to young to remember, that was George McGovern's campaign slogan in 1972. George was a very significant figure in 20th century American politics, and although I can't subscribe to many of his more liberal ideas, I have to say that I do admire the man. He came from the era when morals, ethics and political conduct mattered to candidates and to voters.

That is until his opponent Richard Nixon helped to change the game. Senator McGovern was the Democratic candidate for president in '72 and his campaign was the object of Nixon's Watergate break in. McGovern gained his strength from the ever increasing anti-war movement as the Vietnam War dragged on into its 7th year of combat.

The Senator was in town today and at the air show to honor author Stephen Ambrose. Senator McGovern is the subject of Ambrose's best seller The Wild Blue, for while he championed the peace movement, he himself was a warrior. McGovern flew 35 combat missions over Germany as the pilot of a B-24, winning the Distinquished Flying Cross. So, putting personal politics aside it was great to get to greet him [that's me behind him] and to pay our respects to his accomplishments. And Julie got to say hell-o to the authors son, Andy Ambrose, and give him best wishes from the man she works for, who had known Stephen Ambrose.

Tomorrow, the Air Sho starts in earnest! My troops and equipment are ready.

Wednesday, September 24, 2003


Men at work......

While at the Air Sho site this morning I met and had a good chat with these men at work from the Land Down Under. These Aussie aviation technicians were preparing a 1930's Russian airplane owned by a group in Austrailia. As I've said before, one of the real benefits of the air show is meeting people from parts far distant. And seemingly I've never met an Aussie I didn't get along with famously. These blokes from Brisbane, the Gold Coast and Alice Springs seemed overjoyed to be here and to learn a little bit about our dry desolate part of the earth. I think it reminded the guy from Alice Springs a little of home. We also had a nice conversation about my sister city of Coober Pedy and they were surprised to learn that I had even heard of it, much less that I am the local expert. Two of them had been there.....and opined that Coober Pedy is one of the world's more unique locales.

My mission at the Air Show site was to confirm that all my equipment was "good to go" and that all arrangements for it's use were in order. I'm worried now. Everything was in exactly the right spot, was in a high order of maintenance and all personnel were knowledgable about the timing and location of it's use. I was in the Army far to long to know that when all things are running this smoothly, something of an ill nature is about to happen. Stay tuned for more.....
The one armed paper hanger.......

Digital publishing has been taking very much a back seat to real life of late. I/We/Us, Julie and I, have been very busy with trying to rearrange our lives to merge them into one household. We have been eating, sleeping and dreaming of fabrics, rugs, and window treatments while trying to decide which avenue to approach with the goal of redecorating the Estate. We may have made some progress. While these important decisions were being formulated we also had to finally buck up and decide just where and when we would actually tie the knot. That, thank goodness, is finally decided. The nuptial union will be performed the afternoon of December 30, 2003 at the First Presbyterian Church in Midland.
We think.

While visions of fabrics danced in my head, I've also been spearheading an October reunion of my old fraternity boys from Trinity University. One of our very own, my very close friend Gen. Tom Hill is being honored as the University Alumni of the Year. Tom is a four star general and the commander of SouthCom where he overseas all U.S. military operations and personnel in Central and South America. We're proud of Tom and his wife Toni and I've been trying to get as many frat brothers as possible from our era to come to San Antonio next month to honor him. In a word, trying to get 40 or 50 people from all over the country to merge together at one time is like herding worms. I am making progress.

And for the next five days my attention turns to The CAF AirSho where I hold the exalted position of Transportation Chairman! The crux of this high level assignment is basically imposing upon friends, family [Julies] and neighbors to give up part of their weekend driving vehicles that carry guest and VIPs around the air show grounds. I have a good crew this year and the operation really runs itself once everything is set up prior to the show. But, tomorrow, it is out to the airport for the first inspection of the equipment, obtain volunteer passes......and get Julie a flight suit to befit her positon as "supervisor" of the Transportation Chairman.

The AirSho is a large scale operation, one of the largest tourist events of the year in Midland......and is important in honoring those who have given so much to their country. Downright entertaining too, seeing so many historic warbirds in the air at one time. And just as important is meeting so many of the men who flew them in WWII. This year we have as our feature, The Canadian Snow Birds who are a spectacular show. Also The Bob Hope USO collection from his decades of entertaining the troops. This is only one of two times this exhibit will be shown in the US at a private event. And Bob's long time press agent will be here to help put it into perspective. Also actor Cliff Roberston and Sen. George McGovern will be here to honor author Stephen Ambrose along with Ambrose's son. Ambrose's book, "The Wild Blue", chronicles McGovern's years as a B-24 pilot. I'm looking forward to meeting the Senator. I didn't agree with his politics, particularly, but I always respected him. He came from a time when politics was not based upon personal attacks on the opponents, < oldperson > a somehow better time and one that I miss.< /oldperson > I hope to see you there!

Sunday, September 21, 2003

The Emmy's.....

CNN's Quick Vote asks:

What show do you think will win an Emmy for best dramatic series?

CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Six Feet Under
The Sopranos
24
The West Wing

My response: Who gives a rat's rear end......I haven't seen a one of them.

Saturday, September 20, 2003



Mars......

If you have missed your close encounter with the planet Mars this month, here's an upclose and personal view. Amateur astronomers at our planetarium were out last night allowing the public a great chance to see the red planet. The amateur telescopes were impressive, some linked into computers to allow viewing on laptops and to automatically track Mars as it moved across the sky. The photo above was taken by simply [and carefully] applying my digital camera to the viewing piece of a rather large instrument. Note the ice cap at the north pole!
A flashback in history....

Via email comes this "what if" satire originally written by Rand Simberg. What if.....today's standards of political short sightedness and media bias were applied to the situation in 1945. Interesting.

August 12, 1945

WASHINGTON DC (Reuters) President Truman, just a few months into his young presidency, is coming under increasing fire from some Congressional Republicans for what appears to be a deteriorating security situation in occupied Germany, with some calling for his removal from office.

Over three months after a formal declaration of an end to hostilities, the occupation is bogged down. Fanatical elements of the former Nazi regime who, in their zeal to liberate their nation from the foreign occupiers, call themselves members of the Werwolf (werewolves) continue to commit almost-daily acts of sabotage against Germany's already-ravaged infrastructure, and attack American troops. They have been laying road mines, poisoning food and water supplies, and setting various traps, often lethal, for the occupying forces.

It's not difficult to find antagonism and anti-Americanism among the population--many complain of the deprivation and lack of security. There are thousands of homeless refugees, and humanitarian efforts seem confused and inadequate.
In the wake of the budding disaster, some have called for more international participation in peacekeeping.

A Red Cross official said that, "...the German people will be more comfortable if their conquerors weren't now their overlords. It makes it difficult to argue that this wasn't an imperialistic war when the occupying troops in the western sector are exclusively American, British and French."

The administration, of course, claims that, given the chaos of the recent war, such a situation is to be expected, and that things will improve with time. As to the suggestion to internationalize the occupying forces, the administration had no official comment, but an unofficial one was a repetition of the quote from General McAuliffe, when asked to surrender in last winter's Battle of the Bulge--"Nuts."

In an attempt to minimize the situation, a White House spokesman pointed out that the casualties were extremely light, and militarily inconsequential, particularly when compared to the loss rates prior to VE Day. Also, the attacks seem to be dying down with each passing month. But this statement was leaped upon by some as heartless, trivializing the deaths and injuries of young American men.

Many critics back in Washington seem now to be prescient, with their previous warnings of just such an outcome a little over a year ago. One congressman said that "...it's time to ask whether the German people are better off now than they were a few months ago. Yes, a brutal dictator has been deposed, but at least the electricity and water supply were mostly working, and the trains running on time. After years of killing them and destroying their infrastructure with American bombs, it seems to me that the German people have suffered enough without the chaos that our occupation, with its inadequate policing, is bringing."

It's not clear how much support the Werwolf has among the populace, who may be afraid to speak their true minds, given the fearfully overwhelming "Allied" presence in the country. But it is possible that, like the guerilla forces themselves, the people have been inspired by Propaganda Minister Josef Goebbels' pre-victory broadcasts, and those of Radio Werwolf.

"God has given up the protection of the people . . . Satan has taken command." Goebbels broadcast last spring. "We Werewolves consider it our supreme duty to kill, to kill and to kill, employing every cunning and wile in the darkness of the night, crawling, groping through towns and villages, like wolves, noiselessly, mysteriously."

While no new broadcasts of Goebbels' voice have been heard since early May, no one can be certain as to whether he is alive or dead, and continuing to help orchestrate the attacks and boost morale among the forces for German liberation. As long as his fate, and more importantly, that of the former leader Adolf Hitler himself, remains unresolved, the prospects for pacifying the brutally conquered country may be dim.

Although Grand-Admiral Donitz made a radio announcement of Hitler's brave death in battle to the beleaguered German people on the evening of May 1, some doubt the veracity of that statement, and there has been no evidence
to support it, or any body identified as the former Fuehrer's. Rumors ofhis whereabouts continue to abound, including reported sightings as far away as South America, and many still believe that he is hiding with the "Edelweiss" organization, with thousands of Wehrmacht troops, in a mountain stronghold near the Swiss border.

Many have criticized flawed intelligence for our failure to find him, causing some, in the runup to next year's congressional elections, to call for an investigation. A staffer of one prominent Senator said, "For months, starting last fall, we were told by this administration that Hitler would make a last stand in a 'National Redoubt' in Bavaria. General Bradley diverted troops to the south and let the Russians take Berlin on the basis of this knowledge. But now we find out that there was no such place, and that Hitler was in Berlin all along. And now we're told that we can't even be sure of where he is, or whether he's alive or dead."

For many, marching in the streets with signs of "No Blood For Soviet Socialism," and "It's All About The Coal," this merely confirmed that the administration had other agendas than its stated one, and that the war was unjustified and unjustifiable. General Bradley's staff has protested that this is an unfair criticism--that the strategic decision made by General Eisenhower was driven by many factors, of which Hitler's whereabouts was a minor one, but this hasn't silenced the critics, some of whom have bravely called for President Truman's impeachment, despite the fact that most of these decisions were made even before he became president in April.

But some have taken the criticism further, and say that failure to get Hitler means a failed war itself. "Sure, it's nice to have released all those people from the concentration camps, but we were told we were going to war against Hitler, even though he'd done nothing to us," argued one concerned anti-war Senator. "Now they say that we have 'Victory in Europe,' but it seems to me that if they can't produce the man we supposedly went to war against, it's a pretty hollow victory. Without this man that they told us was such a great threat to America, how can even they claim that this war was justified?"

Thursday, September 18, 2003

More benevolence for Veterans....

In the continuing story of how our lawmakers treat the very heart and soul of our society, the Veteran, we have the story of the disability squabble. Read as: how can we spend less money on Veterans than we promised.

I am not a retired veteran, nor a disabled veteran, but I spent over 17 years of my life in some form of the military, including ROTC, the Regular Army, the National Guard and the Army Reserves. I have many close friends who are in the retired, disabled or the retired and also disabled category. From the later I have been kept abreast of the government's campaign to short change the ones who have given the most to their country.

Under current mandate, if you are a retired veteran who happens to also be disabled, the total amount of your disability payment is deducted from your retirement pay. Some veterans who are 100% disabled, receive no retirement stipend at all, only disability. In other words, if you flew 100 deadly missions over Hanoi for your country's sake, but were shot down, spent 7 years as a POW, were tortured to the point that you ended up as a quadriplegic, all you could collect is your disability payment. A payment intended to help defray the cost of your injuries. You would kiss your retirement pay, based on 30 years of selfless service good-bye.

Now after years, and legions of veterans explaining how unfair this is, the Congress is prepared to rectify this injustice. And how do they propose to do this? As Joe Galloway explains in his current article Robbing Sgt. Peter to Pay Sgt. Paul the "honorable" men on the Potomac are set to pay current veterans what they are due by not paying future veterans what they might be due. I can see the volunteer ranks swelling when the potential recruit learns that losing a leg might be, according to the new philosophy, only a minor injury.

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

We Support our Troops.....But!
"Jeebus h. Christ! Is about the only thing I can think of to say in response to this one".

That was the accompanying comment written by my friend, author Joe Galloway, when he sent me this article from the Stars and Stripes newspaper. Apparently in it's infinite wisdom the Department of Defense is making some soldiers wounded in Afghanistan and Iraq pay for their meals while in the military hospital.

Surprising? Not really when you consider some of the other pronouncements coming from DoD recently. Like the "study" currently being done that would aim to considerably lower benefits to Veterans in the future. Veterans benefits, like a free education, decent retirement pay and medical benefits, have long been a lure to young people in joining the military and a just reward for a hard life of service in harms way. Now the reasoning seems to be that American citizens volunteer for our armed services, they know the dangers in the job, and so they should not receive any special treatment beyond the abnormally low wages received for serving and protecting the Nation.

Despite all the election time high speaking from most politicians about how we love and support our servicemen and women, the sad truth is that mostly it's a lot of hot air. The bottom line is money and a reelection ticket that can show that "we lowered our spending" for you the taxpayer.... and oh yeah, the voter. This reminds me of the situation currently ongoing in our area of West Texas. The Veterans Administration is "studying" the possiblity of closing the large regional Veteran's Hospital in Big Spring and transfering services to smaller clinics. The V.A. press releases state something to the effect that they are doing this "to better serve our servicemen and women......." Sadly, whenever I see that the Dept. of Veterans Affairs is doing something to "better serve me", I know I'm screwed.

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The following comment arrived by email from a retired Army Officer......

"Ah, but you don't know the half of it. Lets say I'm so *Bleep*ed up I'm on IV drip for six months in a coma. Under the current miserly government regulations which are passed by Congress and not the military, I would be charged for three meals a day for six months or about 180x$8.10 a day. We are the only *Bleep*ing army on the planet that charges its troops to eat in the field and in combat!!!! During DS/DS the *Bleep*suckers took my BAS back each month because they were giving me MRE's and other crap for the 7 1/2 months I was deployed. I lost 30 lbs on their largesse. Congress needs to fix it for everybody, not just the wounded. Why should a soldier give up his Basic Allowance for Subsistence (BAS) WHICH IS TAX FREE AND DONE IN ORDER TO INCREASE HIS MEASLY *Bleeping* PAY because he is now being shot at??? How could we be so stupid!!??"

Thursday, September 11, 2003


The Homecoming........

It's homecoming weekend for my alma mater, Midland High School, and the big parade was this afternoon. The parade route takes the extravangza by the park two blocks from my house so we are able to walk to view it. As Julie, Jack and I stood by the street with the crowds of Bulldog fans and alums gathering, I realized what a great way that this was to spend September 11th and honor those who were lost that day two years ago. No rousing patriotic speeches, no extreme flag waving...just ordinary citizens coming together to do something completely American.

I lived in Dallas, a very large city, for many years, and so I still appreciate the way that Midland, Texas is. The small town quality. I know that people have their close neighborhoods in the bigger cities, but there is something beyond that in a small city the size of Midland. In the short walk to the parade, we pass a friends house in the next block. I've known Scott since I was 11 years old, we were in Boy Scouts in the same troop and toured the US on a bus together in 1964. Scott was at the parade. While waiting for the parade to begin, we saw Julie's old friend Maedee. Maedee is the sister of my partner Wes, who went to high school with my younger sister. You see how it goes.......

Everyone feels connected to each other. When we go to events like the parade, the crowd is not just made up of nameless faces. When the floats go by we yell at the kids, because we know their parents, their grandparents or because our kids know them. We know the homecoming queens parents and we know the brother of the twirler in the PeeWee cheerleader squad. We're proud of the kids on the floats. And the kids are proud of themselves. We clap for all the kids on the floats whether it is the Football Team, the Future Farmers of America, Distributive Education, the Ice Hockey Team that we didn't even know we had or the Foreign Language club. We know someone connected to all these activities.

It's a special feeling and a great American feeling, knowing your neighbors. It's what keeps us strong, we can count on each other, and in some ways we're accountable to one another. Let's hope the smaller towns and cities of the United States don't loose this feeling.


Wednesday, September 10, 2003

From those left behind....

The reunion of the Ia Drang Veteran's Reunion is held every year on Veteran's Day in Washington D.C. The Veteran's not only includes the battle tested men of that conflict, but also the families of the survivors and those tragically lost all those years ago in 1965. The long years have not washed away the loving memories and the pain. One of the families I have had the privelage to meet is that of Sgt. Jack Gell who was killed in action at LZ Xray. Sgt. Gell's daughter, Carol Gell Crowley, sent me this poignant and timely story yesterday................


"I flew my three youngest children to New Orleans in mid August to visit some family and friends in Slidell. Upon arriving to the airport, we were coming through the security area. I observed a rather large group with a FOX camera right outside that area. Looking at the "Welcome Home " signs, and matching red Marine T Shirts, and seeing the excitement bursting from each one of them, I quickly realized they were awaiting their own Marine's return from Iraq. I asked my children to stand beside me, and told them to watch what was happening. I told them a young man was coming home from war. I stood silently as I heard the happy chatter and anticipation.....I thought of my friend Johnny Privette and knew he had been through this recently when his own son came home. Emotions were soaring and the thrill of a homecoming was powerful.

"There he is! There he is!" I heard...The Fox news camera man swirled his camera back and forth from family to the exiting passengers...I stood right with them, and felt almost like a part of their unit. My heart beat faster as I smiled, beaming with pride for a young man I did not know, for his great service to our country. My throat began to ache and tears formed in my eyes, but I stood fast and smiled just the same. His wife and father could no longer stand back and ran to him as his foot stepped out of the secure area. They cried and smiled, and hugged, and kissed. My ears burned and my face felt the hot tears swelling in my eyes.

I just stood there. My feet were implanted firmly and my body could not move. I realized my 7 year old daughter was pulling on my shirt. I looked down at her to see she a concerned little face.The boys were ready to go on. "Mommy, why are you crying?" she asked me in her sweet caring voice.

I smiled and hugged her tight and whispered in her ear, "Because he just came home to his family." She hugged me back and said, "Are you sad because your daddy didn't come home?"

Her small and tender voice hit me like a bolt of lightening. My heart raced, my blood rushed into my head, reality flooded my insides. The tears became bigger, now streaming down my cheek pushing against my eyes from behind. In a barely audible voice, I managed to whisper, "...I am, honey...but I am just happy for these people."

My heart ached for something that could never be... If only my Mom could have been so blessed to have had the experience of a homecoming like this. Unfortunately, hers was tragic and painful, in the form of a telegram delivered and left alone with her grief and three small kids. My heart ached for her in a way that hurt beyond words.

A thousand thoughts raced through my mind within mere seconds. I thought of my sister and brother. I thought of Veterans I have met who knew my father, the great men that I see as Heros from the Ia Drang Battle in Vietnam... wondering how they must feel about this war. I thought of my Dad's sisters and close family friends. I closed my eyes and saw images of the War clips where the Walter Cronkite bulletin aired my young mother reading my Dad's letter, her sad face missing him. A lifetime of thoughts and memories raced through my head....Almost like what you may feel before you die.......

As if a flash came over me, I whispered "My God....." and sensed an overwhelming presence with me that eased my yearning and racing mind. I opened my eyes and was suddenly comforted, and thankful for so much. God was there. God is always there. I wiped my eyes and regrouped.

I took my daughters hand and gathered my bags, glancing at the family who swarmed so close to this very fortunate hero. Tears and smiles were hard at work! The marines eyes briefly met mine as he lifted his neck from one of his welcomers. A fleeting glimpse of concern and wonder came across his face. He surely wondered who I was and why I was there, with tears in my eyes. He glanced around as if to see that I may be waiting too? That still instant of my life was surreal. I put my arm around my son, and walked away, refocusing on the direction of meeting my party at baggage claim. I did not look back, but the image was engraved in my head. I explained to my kids how great it was for us to have seen such a joyous event. They listened, but I am certain they are to young to grasp the emotions in their deserving form.

I wonder today what that young Marine thought about me, there with his family and friends, standing with my own children. Perhaps he didn't think twice about it. Perhaps he just knows that one more person appreciates his service. Whatever it is, I feel like there is a reason that I was there at that very moment. I am all the more reminded to appreciate life, Freedom, Veterans who have served, and those who now serve and protect the greatest Nation on earth. I am the proud daughter of a Vet who died for us all. His memory and honor is with me always.

I am continually disappointed to see so called "Americans" who do not respect or appreciate these sacrifices and try to rob us of freedoms and rights that our very Country was founded on. Shame on them.... To that I end: Let us not tolerate those who disrespect the red, white, and blue... and AS ALWAYS..."GOD BLESS AMERICA"