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"

Tuesday, September 09, 2003

A Remembrance.....
For many months in 2001 I had been looking forward to attending the annual reunion of the survivors of the battles of the Ia Drang Valley in Vietnam, which were recounted in my good friend Joe Galloway's book We Were Soldiers Once and Young, co-written with Gen. Hal Moore and the basis for the film We Were Soldiers. I had been friends with many of the participants for years and knew stories of the others, but one name kept coming up. "You've got to meet Rick Rescorla", I was told....."he's one hell of a guy". I didn't take this lightly, the recommendation coming from some of the people I respect most in the world, and one hell of a group of guys themselves. Rick was the keeper of the 1/7th Cavalry regimental bugle, captured in Vietnam, and which played a role in the film, kniting the beginning and the end together. I was anxious to meet Rick.

I didn't get that chance. The reunion was in November, on Veteran's Day, 2001 and Rick died September 11th at the World Trade Center. Internet blog pal, Greyhawk has written a magnificent piece on Rick, his life and it's meaning and why we should remember his contribution to our freedom. A great read as we remember 9/11/01.

911 Remembered, Rick Rescorla was a soldier

Monday, September 08, 2003


Raindrops......
Raindrops, heck, it was a deluge. From one lone thunderstorm sprouted 70 mph winds, hail, and one boatload of rain. Close to an inch and a half by my measured eye. The winds and hail weren't too bad, as wind and hail go out here, and Lord knows we need the rain. Needing rain is a constant condition in West Texas and this downpour actually put us over the "average" mark for the year. Something in this drought ridden decade that hasn't happened often.

The rain cleansed my soul.....yeah right, but it sure cleansed my street and it's curbside gutters that had many months worth of decaying detrial material from the pecan trees. So much decayed pecan matter that the street had been stained brown in front of the estate. But, hopefully, this is history.....floated off down The Draw on it's way to the Colorado River. For out of towners, our Draw is what you would call a dry creekbed. The Draw wends it's way through town becoming the main mechanism for carrying off our excess water since we don't really have a storm drain system. A dry, sullen, weed choked gulley except when it rains hard like this when it quickly becomes a raging torrent sweeping away unattended children, pets, and Yugos.

The downside of the storm which blew hard first from the East, then the West, was that the one foot high accumulation of pine needles on the roof of the estate came wafting down on the patio [have you ever tried sweeping pine needles...it's hell]. Additionally I discovered that my recent roofing repairs need a tad more work. One of my chimneys still has a minor leak somewhere, directing it's disgorge down through the canned recessed lighting in the den. *Memo to self: don't turn on the den lights in a heavy downpour* But none-the-less the rain was appreciated.

And in ongoing news, I've made real progress on my website project, the $25 interior designer is coming back tommorow with fabric samples and ideas, and we've gotten into action on the redo of the estate. Well actually Julie has gotten into action, purchasing a new desk/bookcase piece for Jack's new room......some assembly required.

Thursday, September 04, 2003

Que Paso....?
Blogging, both reading and writing, has been at a bare minimum this week due to a flurry of mundane workday activity and of course, trying to get started on the nuptials. Actually, our biggest tribulation seems to be our quandry as to how to fit two households into one house. We agree that a few redecorating items are in order at the Pancho Estate, soon to be the Pancho/Julie/Jack estate. We are starting with the thought of repainting walls, ditching furniture, re-covering furniture and redoing some floors to make some semblence of decorating taste. Luckily, I have the services of a professional interior designer at our beck and call, having bid on and won this service at an auction benifitting Jack's previous school. He was supposed to come today, but alas, he was stuck at another clients home. I hope he gets here soon!

Other busyness includes the upcoming Air Show, for which I am a commitee chairperson, starting a new venture in the oil and gas business, trying to organize an October college reunion and a rush Internet project for a friend. The friend is paying very good hard U.S. currency, so this seems to be taking priority. I hope to be back to the normal earth shattering stories that this space is famous for in the near future. But in the meantime, hopefully the comments are back in working order.....or amuse yourself with international weather reports at Weather Talk.

Saturday, August 30, 2003

California Dreamin'.......
Being from Texas, I'm used to the usual line of jokes about the state and it's inhabitants, which we take in good humor. But in honor of the California Gubernatorial follies, I thought I'd offer this payback.

You know you live in California if..............
1. Your coworker has 8 body piercings and none are visible.

2. You make over $300,000 and still can't afford a house.

3. You take a bus and are shocked at two people carrying on a conversation in English.

4. Your child's 3rd-grade teacher has purple hair, a nose ring, and is named Breeze.

5. You can't remember...is pot illegal?

6. You've been to a baby shower that has two mothers and a sperm donor.

7. You have a very strong opinion about where your coffee beans are grown and can taste the difference between Sumatran and Ethiopian.

8. You know which restaurant serves the freshest arugula.

9. You can't remember.....is pot illegal?

10. A really great parking space can totally move you to tears.

11. A low speed police pursuit will interrupt ANY TV broadcast.

12. Gas costs $1.00 per gallon more than anywhere else in the U.S.

13. A man gets on the bus in full leather regalia and crotchless chaps. You don't even notice.

14. Unlike back home, the guy at 8:30 am at Starbucks wearing the baseball cap and sunglasses who looks like George Clooney IS George Clooney.

15. Your car insurance costs as much as your housepayment.

16. Your hairdresser is straight, your plumber is gay, the woman who delivers your mail is into S & M, and your Mary Kay rep is a guy in drag.

17. You can't remember...is pot illegal?

18. It's barely sprinkling rain and there's areport on every news station about "STORM WATCH 2003."

19. You have to leave the big company meeting early because Billy Blanks himself is teaching the 4:00 PM Tae Bo class.

20. You pass an elementary school playground and the children are all busy with their cell phones or pagers.

21. It's barely sprinkling rain outside, so you leave for work an hour early to avoid all the weather-related accidents.

22. Hey!!!! Is Pot Illegal????

23. Both you AND your dog have therapists

Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Professional Assesment
Submitted by friend Joe H. a career Green Beret operative.........
from Tech Central Station


Eliminating Smoldering Coals
by Gordon Cucullu

In the Vietnam War, when I first felt the pride of placing a green beret on my head, we in Special Forces had a dual mission: we were fighting an unconventional war in Vietnam and simultaneously training to be guerrillas. Our primary unit mission was to carry out a resistance movement behind enemy lines. We trained in sabotage, ambush and guerrilla warfare -- tactics of the weak -- for we were not strong enough to engage the enemy in positional warfare.

These tactics are roughly similar to those employed by what Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld calls "dead enders" who are fighting our troops in Iraq today. These guys are former Baathist regime holdouts, committed to Saddam Hussein, and joined by foreign jihadists infiltrated from such garden spots as Syria, Iran, Afghanistan and Palestine. The tactics used by these dead enders -- hit and run, assassination, ambush, sabotage, intimidation of the population -- are clearly indicative of a group struggling simply to stay alive.

Paradoxically, the more horrific the targets for attack, the weaker the terrorists. The truck bombing of UN headquarters in Baghdad is a classic example. Unable to pull off something of that magnitude against an American or British military outfit, the terrorists pick a soft, innocent target upon which to vent their murderous nature. After all, in a country awash in munitions, putting together a truck bomb is no great shakes. Killing for the sheer horrific effect makes them feel successful. Only a sociopath gloats over murdering innocents. So they blow up children, women and bystanders in their random acts. But each attack underlines the fact that they are becoming progressively weaker.

The wonder to those of us who trained to be guerrillas is not that there is so much activity right now in Iraq but so little. If the situation was reversed and our special ops guys were advising the resistance, the entire country would be aflame. A well-trained, organized force supported by a significant percentage of the Iraqi population would have scores of bombings daily along with dozens of assassinations.

What this tells us is that 1) the terrorists are strictly on their own. Most of the Iraqi population does not support the terrorists yet fears a return of the Baathists. That is why icing Usay and Qusay was so important and why double-tapping Saddam will usher in a new era to Iraq. And, 2) these terrorists are typical of the Middle East variety: poorly trained, uneducated hate machines bent on martyrdom. Fortunately, they have come to the right place to accomplish that goal.

Criticism is surfacing that President Bush has turned Iraq into a battleground for terrorists. If that is truly the case then, well, good: better to fight them in Iraq where they are isolated, vulnerable and the rules of engagement permit our professionals to engage and eliminate them, than to have to fight them here (!!!). If Iraq is the catalyst that is bringing these vermin out of their holes in Syria, Iran, Afghanistan and Palestine, then, hooray, we have achieved yet another tangential benefit by fighting the war:

Some say that some of these fighters have emerged simply because the opportunity to fight Americans is available to them. In other words, that if left alone they would not have posed a threat. It is tough to know with hypotheticals, but the case can be made that some of these thugs would have been prime recruits for al Qaeda, Hamas or any of the other alphabet soup of fundamentalist Islamic terror groups. Better to eliminate them where we can rather than risk confronting them elsewhere.

We are engaged in the end game of a war, the dirty days of snuffing out the last of the opposition. Just like firefighters extinguishing a blaze, we know that eliminating the last smoldering coal is sometimes tougher than fighting roaring flames. But like iron tempered in the fire, the new Iraq will emerge over time stronger, freer and more resilient than ever.

Gordon Cucullu is a former Green Beret lieutenant colonel and writer. His book, Separated at Birth: How North Korea became the Evil Twin, will be released by Simon & Schuster this fall.

Friday, August 22, 2003

New Math.........
From email reports........

Teaching Math in 1950:
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100 His cost of productionis 4/5 of the price. What is his profit?

Teaching Math in 1960:
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100 His cost of productionis 4/5 of the price, or $80. What is his profit?

Teaching Math in 1970:
A logger exchanges a set "L" of lumber for a set "M" of money. The cardinality of set "M" is 100. Each element is worth one dollar. Make 100 dots representing the elements of the set "M." The set "C," the cost of production contains 20 fewer points than set "M." Represent the set "C" as subset of set "M" and answer the following question: What is the cardinality of the set "P" of profits?

Teaching Math in 1980:
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20. Your assignment: Underline the number 20.

Teaching Math in 1990:
By cutting down beautiful forest trees, the logger makes $20. What do you think of this way of making a living? Topic for class participation after answering the question: How did the forest birds and squirrels "feel" as the logger cut down the trees? There are no wrong answers.

Teaching Math in 2002:
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100 His cost of production is $120. How does Arthur Andersen determine that his profit margin is $60?

Teaching Math in 2010:
El hachero vende un camion carga por $100. La cuesta de production es........

Thursday, August 21, 2003

The New Quagmire......?
From the Washington Times...by Jack Kelley.

It's amazing how many people who've never been to either place say Iraq is "another Vietnam." There are a few differences worth noting. To begin with, at no point in the Vietnam war did the United States utterly destroy the North Vietnamese Army; occupy North Vietnam; send Ho Chi Minh into hiding, and kill or capture most of his Politburo. Had we done so,the war might have had a different outcome.

Vietnam is mostly jungle. I don't like jungles, but guerrillas do. There is plenty of cover and concealment. There is plenty of water. There are a lot of things to eat. Creepy crawly yucky things, but you can eat them if you have to. A large guerrilla force can live, relatively securely, in jungles for long periods. Iraq is mostly desert. Desert offers little cover or concealment, less food and water. Large guerrilla forces cannot live in the desert, period, much less live without detection.

The North Vietnamese and their Viet Cong allies were bright, skilled, resourceful, well-led, and very brave. In Iraq, we're fighting Arabs. In South Vietnam, we were burdened by supporting an unpopular, corrupt and incompetent government that was riddled with spies. In Iraq, we overthrew an unpopular, corrupt and incompetent government whose surviving officials are being ratted out by the local population.

In Vietnam, the war progressed in classic Maoist fashion: from terrorism, to guerrilla warfare, to conventional combat between main force units. In Iraq, Saddam's forces have regressed from Stage 3 all the way back to Stage 1. Once in absolute control of the entire country, the Ba'athist remnant is now restricted to sniping and remote ambushes. Saddam is spending more time and effort fleeing for his life than in plotting a comeback.

In Vietnam, more than 58,000 Americans lost their lives. At the height of the war, 500 soldiers were being killed each week. In the Iraq war and the subsequent occupation, we have lost fewer men to hostile fire than in a single terrorist attack in Lebanon in 1983. We've been losing about a soldier a day since the first of June. At this rate, we'll reach the Vietnam total in about 158 years.

In Vietnam, the communists received massive assistance from China and the Soviet Union, and had sanctuaries from which to operate in Laos and Cambodia. The Ba'athist remnant is receiving some support from sources in Syria and Saudi Arabia, and the Iranian government is doing what it can to stir up trouble among Shi'ite Islamic fundamentalists. But this "outside interference" is nowhere near as great as it was in Vietnam, and there are signs that the governments in both Syria and Saudi Arabia are beginning to crack down on terrorists.

It is, moreover, not such a bad thing that al Qaeda types have been drawn to Iraq. It is not good to have Islamic terrorists attacking American soldiers. But if Islamic terrorists are going to be attacking Americans somewhere, better to have them attack U.S. soldiers in Iraq where there is a high likelihood they will get their one way ticket to Allah punched than to have them attacking women and children in Chicago.

The Canadian columnist David Warren has suggested the U.S. has a "flypaper strategy" to entice terrorists from the region into Iraq, so that they might be killed there. This is not the sort of policy one announces, but it could be true, and it would be shrewd if it were true.

Finally, those who draw the comparisons between Vietnam and Iraq tend to forget that the U.S. military did not lose the Vietnam war. The U.S. military did not lose a single battle in the Vietnam war. It was American politicians who lost the war, by failing to come to the aid of the South Vietnamese in the face of a North Vietnamese invasion three years after almost all U.S. troops had come home.

The one similarity between Vietnam and Iraq is that the only way we can lose in Iraq is the way we lost in Vietnam through a failure of political nerve.

Jack Kelly, a syndicated columnist, is a former Marine and Green Beret and a former deputy assistant secretary of the Air Force in the Reagan administration. He is national security writer for the Pittsburgh (Pa.) Post-Gazette.

Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Out of the woodwork....
By email reports from an unknown source, comes this news........

Now that Uday & Qusay have been eliminated, a lot of the lesser-known family members are coming to the attention of American authorities.

Among the brothers:

Sooflay ............the restauranteur
Guday...............the half-Australian brother
Huray...............the sports fanatic
Sashay..............the gay brother
Kuntay & Kintay.....the twins from the African mother
Sayhay..............the baseball player
Ojay................the stalker/murderer
Gulay...............the singer/entertainer
Ebay................the internet czar
Biliray.............the country music star
Ecksray.............the radiologist
Puray...............the blender factory owner
Regay...............the half-Jamaican brother
Tupay...............the one with bad hair

Among the sisters:

Lattay..............the coffee shop owner
Bufay...............the 300 pound sister
Phayray.............the zoo worker in the gorilla house
Sapheway............the grocery store owner
Ollay...............the half-mexican sister

Monday, August 18, 2003

The information highway...and farming
My family owns a farm in Stoddard County, Missouri that has been in our possesion since my Great Grandfather migrated from Germany and made it his home. For the last two generations we have had great tenant farmers, partners really, who share with us the profits, good or bad, of their efforts on our land. Now, finally, this family no longer has anyone interested in taking over the duties at the farm, so we are at a crossroads. Sell or find another way to keep the farm going.

Without "share cropping" partners, the only other option is to do a full lease of the land to a farmer willing to pay rent to work it as his own. Luckily our departing partner has a neighbor amenable to this arrangement and he has presented us with an offer to lease. The problem is, not being attuned to this kind of arrangement, we were completely at a loss to determine if the offer is good, bad, or ugly. I needed to find someone who is experieced in this sort of transaction.

So..to the internet. Opting to start with a real estate firm, I Googled up *real estate, Stodard County, Missouri*. Several names popped up. I perused several webpages, but none looked liked they had what I wanted. However, there was one of those ubiquitous Google ads on the page.....for a bank in Dexter Mo. the site of our farm. It occured to me that in small towns, the bankers know everyone. Pow/Click.....I go there and view a list of names and phone numbers. I call for one of the bank V.P.'s but the secretary tells me he is not in, but would I like to speak to the President. Sure. The Prez is a very affable fellow, and when I describe my question he relates that they are really not in the agricultural lending business, but he knows someone who is. He gives me the phone number to Mike Pobst at the Alliance Bank in Sikeston, Mo. another small town near the farm.

Mike, Senior V.P.-Ag Lending, is my kinda' guy. A bubba banker. I pose my question to him...."do you know anything about farm leasing rates in the area"? Mike gives me a chuckle, and says that he grew up on a farm, worked on a farm until he graduated from college, his family still owns a farm in the area, and he's been lending money to farmers for over 20 years. He proceeds to give me the "Farm Leasing for Dummies" short course. What are you raising? If it's corn you should get more per acre.....corn prices are good. Are you raising soy beans? You get less money. Irrigated land brings "X" percentage more. Mike reckons that our deal with irrigated and non irrigated land and raising soy beans, wheat and some corn is mostly a fair deal, but he'd go for a three year lease instead of a five year deal. Three years is enough time for the leasee farmer to amortize his costs in his fertilizer program.

Damn. Mind you this whole process took approximately one half of an hour. Back in the old days, BTI [before the internet] I suspect I would have had to go to Stoddard County, Missouri and spend three days to learn what I did in this half of an hour.......ain't the Internet great!

Saturday, August 16, 2003

Sister Cities.....
Since the announcement that I have named Coober Pedy, Outback, Australia as my personal sister city, nominations and suggestions have been flooding in for additional affiliations. One comes from Canadian ex-patriate Lisa who now resides in Cambridge, England. Lisa writes.....
"....Chibougamau, Quebec would love to be your sister city. Alternatively, may I suggest Orangeville, Ontario [the perfect mix of lifestyle, prosperity and location] or Coburg- home of the big apple (literally, it's a big giant apple that houses a shop). One of my best friends is from Coburg and could put in a good word for you".

Chibougamau looks like it might qualify. It's a town built on mining and it advertises itself as "Your best choice for your next Northern Adventure". I like a town that sees itself as a place for adventure, especially Northern Adventure. I haven't had a Northern Adventure in quite some time. Other advantages include, "All the services of a big city can be found in Chibougamau including four modern motels". It's good to have a choice of modern conveniences when visiting a sister city. But perhaps the best indicator of a town worthy of sister city status is the names of the surrounding communities. There are some great ones here, including Mistissini, Oujé-Bougoumou, Nemaska and Waswanipi . Waswanipi, the name just sings out "visit me, I am adventure".

I'll have to make contact with a local citizen in Chibougamau and feel out the tone of the place, personal relationships are the key to sister city status. And speaking of personal relationships, Coburg, Ontario seems to be the Canadian capital of such activity. A Google search revealed that almost every website associated with the town involves some manner of people getting together from Pen Pals, dating services and designer love to Catholic singles groups. They certainly appear to be a friendly lot, or perhaps lonely. Coburg certainly deserves a second look, they may be very grateful to gain a new a friend.

In other sister city news, Gary in Coober Pedy comments about the adviseablity of honeymooning in his town.....

"Honeymoon - I don't think so. I've been here 20 years and the first ten years are the hardest. I remember spending half a day once walking 3 km to town and back home again with a backpack, to buy 20 cents worth of fresh water".

Sound advice, I'd hate to send a new bride all that way for water. Gary also informs me that The Coober Pedy News will be taking a break while he treks to Adelaide to sell opals. Good luck Gary.

Friday, August 15, 2003

The Blackout of '03....
First let me state that I do have great empathy for the people in the Northeast United States, and those in Canada for the loss of their electric power. It's a major inconvenience and can cause some serious problems. Secondly, I have NO empathy for the major media based in the Northeast. By the tone of the reporting you would have thought that this was the prelude to the end of the earth. Funny, that tone always appears when some major news story is breaking in their own backyard.

If this had happened in Texas, the ABC Nightly News story would have said, "Power out in Texas.....they know how to handle the heat.......now for our story on how drug prices affect homeless teenagers". Or in California...."California without power, they deserve it.....stand by for our interview with Gary Coleman". But when it happens to the media guys in the East, they preempt all other news and have roving reporters in the streets interviewing the common man for his indignant reaction. Problem is...no one seemed indignant, they just wanted to get home. The appearance was that every one was orderly and going about their business, and that this didn't suit the reporters. I almost expected them to shout, "New Yorkers, you have no power....run for your lives".

They did, however, manage to dredge up some indignant politicians who all said "I told you this would happen, now maybe my new power transmision bill will pass.....yadda, yadda". The probem is they didn't have a clue that this could happen, and further nothing will now happen. The reporters were searching for some sort of mass chaos story and they didn't get it and the tone of Ted Koppel's serious disaster voice made me think he was going to cry. Come on Ted, buck up, it'll be over soon.

For more fun comments read James Lileks. And I'm glad the lights are coming back on, but if they'd just pay their electric bills........
Additional photo and coverage can be found at Blackout 2003