The Smart Watch…

A Fighter Pilot pilot walks into a bar and takes a seat
next to a very attractive woman.
He gives her a quick glance then casually looks at his
watch for a moment.
The woman notices this and asks,
“Is your date running late?”
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No,” he replies, “I just got this state-of-the-art watch,
and I was just testing it.”
The intrigued woman says, “A state-of-the-art watch?
What’s so special about it?”
The pilot says, “It uses alpha waves to talk to me telepathically.”
The lady says, “What’s it telling you now?”
Well, it says you’re not wearing any panties.”
The woman giggles and replies, “Well it must be broken because I am wearing panties!”
The Fighter Pilot smirks, taps his watch and says, “Darn thing’s an hour fast.”
And that, my friends………is Confidence!
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The Origin of the BratPin

On a winter afternoon in December 2009 a 63-year old man sat reading in his favorite chair.  A warm fire was burning in the freestanding fireplace in his living room.  He was reading Mary Edwards Wertsch’s book, “Military Brats: Legacies of Childhood Inside the Fortress.”  If you looked closely you would have seen tears beginning to slip from his eyes.  He was reading the Introduction, written by Pat Conroy, and it got to him again that day as it had so many others.  Pat Conroy’s introduction was his story also – that of a childhood as a military brat.

This day the passages did not evoke the shaking as they had done so often in the past.  He didn’t set down the book, and walk away.  This day he just sat there, alone, crying – overwhelmed by the sadness.  Then he came to the paragraph; “In this parade (of Brats), these men (our fathers) would understand the nature and the value of their children’s sacrifice for the first time.  Our fathers would stand at rigid attention.  Then they would begin to salute us, one by one, and in that salute, that one sign of recognition, of acknowledgement, they would thank us for the first time.  They would be thanking their own children for their fortitude and courage and generosity and long suffering, for enduring a military childhood.”  And on this day, he got mad.

“Why hasn’t anyone recognized these kids,” he thought.  “It’s too late for me, but not for these kids who continue to serve.  Then he wondered, “Why doesn’t the Congress recognize these kids, for their continuing sacrifices to our nation – they don’t ever hesitate to stack them up like cord wood behind them for their own personal political gain when it suits them!”  And herein is the origin of the “BratPin.”

Taking up his computer he wrote a quick email to his US Representative, explaining his idea.  Five hours later he received a call from one of the representative’s “horse-holders” (aides), asking for more information about his idea.  And that conversation was the beginning of the legislation that was introduced to the Congress (HR 1014: Children of Military Service Members Commemorative Lapel Pin Act) in March of 2010.  In one form or another, that legislation sat in committee for over 3 1/2 years when this man attended a Dining In in Texas.

The guest speaker that evening, a 3-star Air Force General, told of the day “the blue car” came to his house, to tell them that their father had just been shot down over North Vietnam.  He went on to say he was only 7 years old.  As he continued on with the story, no one noticed the tears once again, quietly streaming down this man’s face.  It’s not “appropriate” to cry in the presence of POWs and Fighter Pilots… And that evening, as he sat there, alone with his feelings of hurt and pain, he resolved he was going to do something about this.  These kids, our Military Brats, deserve recognition and to be honored for their service to our nation!

Upon returning home, he found a couple of guys who make video recording of Veterans under a grant from the University of Toledo.  He approached them and asked if they would be willing to help him  make a ‘You Tube’ video, promoting the legislation.  They agreed.

During the filming the narrator asked, “Three and a half years, the legislation sitting in committee, don’t you think this is disrespectful to these kids?”  And upon receiving an affirmative reply, he went on to ask, “Then, why don’t you do it yourself?”   And that was all it took.  The man knew what he was going to do; he knew what he had to do…

It took just 2 months to design a pin, using the dandelion – the Official Flower of the Military Child – bordered by a dog-tag chain.  The dandelion symbolizing the child, the chain representing the serving service member, encompassing the child.

Using his own personal financial resources (by choice) he had these pins made and began selling them, primarily through Facebook.  And from the very beginning he told people that proceeds would eventually be going to a ‘non-profit’ that supports military kids.

In the first year over $35,000 of BratPin products were sold.  This was done without any corporate support or promotion; without an endorsement by a “famous Brat,” or without the backing of the US Congress…

Pat Conroy, in his introduction to Mary’s book, also noted:

–  “We’d never stopped to recognize ourselves, out loud, for our understanding service to America,”

–  “Our greatest tragedy is that we don’t know each other,” and

– “…that military brats, my lost tribe, spent their entire youth in service to this country and no one even knew we were there.”

These are the 3 statements that are the essence of the BratPin.  Through this pin, this simple image, we will begin to discover each other.  We will recognize, and honor ourselves, for our service to our country, and folks will come to know the Pride we took in that service.  as Mary Edwards Wertsch stated in a email to this man, earlier the year, “The design selected is just perfect–both eloquent about our experience and elegantly understated, which makes its appeal wider.”

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On Hunting Prairie Dogs

Last week I attended a Military Brats Gathering, hosted by Overseas Brats.  A ‘gathering’ as opposed to a reunion in that reunions tend to focus on specific high schools.  At the ‘gathering’ we had ‘kids’ from schools across the world.  And it was a riot!

As we became comfortable with each other, the stories began to come out.  I had all but forgotten this one, on hunting prairie dogs.

In 1956 – ’57 we were stationed at Davis-Monthan AFB, Tucson.  We lived off base for a while, then eventually moved on base.  Just across the street was another row of houses, and behind them was the dessert.  (The ‘Boneyard’ was also out there.)  Anyway out int hat dessert were many prairie dog holes, and from time to time we could spot those little critters.

One day we (the guys I played with) decided to see if we could catch one.  We knew that prairie dogs build dens with many entrances/exits.  So we figured if we flooded one entrance, we could drive them out another.  Good plan, or so it seemed.

In those days I had  great little red wagon that could accommodate 2 garbage cans.  So, we dumped the garbage out, filled the cans with water from the hose and headed out into the hunting grounds.  I remember this was no easy chore for a 10-year old!  It was hot as hell out there and pulling a wagon, loaded with 2 garbage cans of water through the dessert sand was challenging.  But we were determined, and soon found a good hole.

What determines a ‘good prairie dog hole?’  Easy – the first one you come to after dragging a wagon loaded with 2 garbage cans full of water.

We then designated the water dumper and the other guys fanned out to the other surrounding den entrances.  Those guys carried burlap sacks with them to catch the prairie dogs as they exited the den – or so went the plan.

I can’t tell you how much water I personally dumped down a prairie dog hole, but I can tell you it was a few wagon loads!  Reflecting upon it, I am surprised there is not an oasis out there somewhere today, for all the water that I poured down that hole.  Never did see any prairie dogs… but I can just imagine them standing somewhere near, saying to themselves, “Look at those dumb asses!”

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Reflecting upon this experience today, I have no idea what I would have done with one, had we caught one.  But I can tell you, we sure had fun with it all…. with just our imaginations, a wagon and a couple garbage cans.

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Everything After, “but Bush…”

It seems that anything that surfaces to today, the detriment of our current president, or his administration is met with, “…but Bush, ya-da, ya-da, ya-da…”  I don’t care about “but Bush!”  Time and time again that tact has been used to deflect the issue off the current guy – and folks get away with it!

So, in my mind, everything after the “but Bush” in a  conversation anymore is, Bullshit.  I don’t care about “but Bush!”

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The Bullshit Flag

This is ‘a’ Bullshit Flag.  There are several versions ‘out there,’ but this one will suffice for my blog.  I will ‘throw it’ on future posts when I decide something or another is “bullshit.”  “And what gives me the authority,” you might ask.  Simple – my blog!

Screen Shot 2014-09-21 at 9.29.56 AMIn the mid-80’s we had an Ops Officer (Operations Officer) in the 560th, Callsign Polecat.  He was a great Ops Officer.

On occasion he would call a squadron pilot’s meeting in Room 45 of Hanger 12.  In those days that meant NO Shoe clerks (NO non-rated types.)  I don’t think he could get away with that today because some shoe clerk would think we were talking about him or her, and have their sensitive feelings bruised.  Anyway…

As we would come into the room, Polecat would hand each of us a “Bullshit Flag.”  His ROE (Rules of Engagement) was simple: if any of us heard something that was ‘bullshit,’ we were free to wave the flag – then we would discuss the issue, without fear of retribution or ridicule.  It worked well in our environment… and this was a technique I employed when I became a squadron commander.

The idea was, if you had ‘an issue’ that you felt was BS, and didn’t say anything about it, then you deserved to wear it…

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New Age Driving Tips – The No Left Turn Sign

For the most part, you can ignore these guys – everyone else does…

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…especially if you are in a hurry, or you know that the placement of these signs is “bullshit.”

There is a stretch of highway on my way in to town that has 3 of these signs within a half-mile.  I don’t know how many “trifectas” I have seen over the years.  People just ‘blowing off’ the No Left Turn signs.

The first beginning with someone coming out of the housing development (on the left) making a 120-drgree turn to head my way.  Then the guy in front of me makes his own 120-degree turn into the neighborhood.  And finally someone coming out of another housing area making a 120-degree left hand turn in front of me.  Not to worry that I have to slow down to accommodate them.  I know, they are “special” – they have been told so ever since birth.

You seeing the trend here?

 

 

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Naming Cars

I had to go over to BG (Bowling Green) this morning and was passed by a Honda “Pilot.” It’s a little ‘boxy’ for me, but it got me to thinking…

Have you ever seen a car named, “The Ford Lawyer?” or, “The Chevrolet Doctor?”  Or how about a “Nissan Used Car Dealer?”  Nah, didn’t think so, and I don’t think it’s gonna happen anytime soon.  (And now you know why I don’t turn on my radio much!  LOL.)

Then I got to thinking further – hey, it’s 17 miles over there – what about a “BMW Hooker?”  ‘Gonna ride my Hooker over to BG’ – has a nice ring to it.  Or, ‘Can you give me a ride over to Perrysburg to pick up my Hooker?’  And now you know why I don’t work for BMW!

I could have fun naming cars…

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Vetting Air Force Officers

I can only speak to the ‘vetting’ of Air Force officers from the the period I was on active duty, 1968 – 1988.

From the moment I entered active duty I was continually being vetted for command.  That’s they very nature of the “up, or out” system we operated under at the time.  This meant that an officer either demonstrated upward mobility, or he/she was released from service.

We were ‘graded’ primarily through the formal OER (Officer Evaluation Report) system.  Initially we were rated semi-annually, then annually after two years.  Specific rating factors included knowledge of duties, performance of duties, effectiveness in working with others, leadership characteristics, judgement, use of resources, writing ability and oral expression and military qualities.  Over the years these measures were continually “tweaked” to include ‘equal opportunity participation, and later human relations.  The point being, we were always being ‘looked at.’

That was on the ‘formal’ side.  Then there was the ‘informal side.’  Career enhancement at the bar, on the golf course, in staff rooms and so forth.  For better or worse, I chose to focus on ‘performance’ and the bar.  My golf game sucks and I fail miserably at kissing-ass, even today!

I began my ‘rise’ in January 1975 when I reported to Vance AFB, OK as a T-38A IP.  The OER system was revised in 1975 and became much tougher.  At that time the Air Force mandated that only 22% of officers in a certain grade in a aunt could be given the “top grade,” a rating of “1.”  Then 28% were allocated a rating of “2,” and finally the “bottom 50% were given “3’s.”  For that initial reporting period I snagged a “1” having been in the unit only 4 months.  Of course it was subsequently downgraded to a “2” by the squadron commander as more of “his boys” came into play; then to a “3” as the wing commander stacked me up against everyone in the Wing.  However, all things considered, not bad.  From 1976 through 1988, all my ratings were “1’s.”

Air Training Command (ATC) selects it’s squadron commanders from the recommendations of the Hasty Hawk Board – an annual board consisting of ATC Wing Commanders.  In may case, the board met in 1985.  Approximately 300 officer records were reviewed and considered.  From those records, 31 officers made the Hasty Hawk list.  It is at this juncture ‘politics’ begins to come into play.  There is always a bit of “horse trading” that goes on during that 3-day board down at Randolph.  Anyway, I made the list.

Being ‘on the list’ doesn’t necessarily mean an individual will get a squadron – it just means you are on the list.  I was fortunate; I got a squadron in 1986.

My point here is, officers are vetted for command – continually upon receiving their commissions.  In the past 6 years I have seen senior officers (O-5s and above) “smoked” (relieved of command) at an alarming rate.  More often for such things like, “loss of confidence in his ability to command.”

Over the years I witnessed a few folks relieved of command, but no where near the number I am seeing today.  Just didn’t happen.  So, what changed?

I’ll leave this up to you to decide… but I will tell you, officers are vetted front he day they – from the day we – enter active duty.

 

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Have You Thought About…

About 9 or 10 months before I retired from Northwest Airlines I was called to take a flight from Detroit to Ft. Myers, FL.  I was an A-320 Captain at the time, and was sitting ‘Alert;’ essentially “on call.”  I got to the airport around 7 PM or so and we departed about an hour later.

The flight went fine until we were about an hour from landing.  We received notification that the runway lights at Ft. Myers had been cut, and were out.  That meant that we couldn’t land at Ft. Myers.  Well, fine.

We had a bit of fuel for holding, so we requested to hold just to the West of Tampa.  I was always an advocate of letting the passengers know early what was going on, so I told them that we were entering holding to see if the runway lights could be repaired before we would have to divert.

Everything was fine, for about 10 – 15 minutes or so… then the Flight Attendant call bell began ringing:

Ding – “We have a passenger who wants to know if we could divert into Tampa…”

Ding – “We have  passenger who wants to know if you thought about diverting into Sarasota…”

Ding – “The guy in seat 3C wants to know if we could go to Orlando…”

After a couples more ‘dings,’ I had finally had enough!  I trapped the PA and the announcement net something like this:

“Well Folks, I have received several suggestions with respect to divert options.  It is my understanding that the 2 dummies who fly for Northwest took the LA flight tonight.  You folks are fortunate to have 2 pilots who actually completed their respective flying courses.  And one of the classes actually covers ‘divert options.’

The things we have to consider for diverting are: fuel requirements, weather, gate availability, hotel space (if needed), fuel availability and so forth.  In the event we will have to divert, all these factors will come into play.  So, while we really appreciate your suggestions, we are on top of it….”

I then hung up, and we went back to telling war stories!

As it turned out that evening we did divert – to Miami.  And wouldn’t you know it, on taxi in, we were informed that the runway lights at Ft. Myers were back in service!

So, after a “quick turn,” we were airborne once again and finally made it to Ft. Myers about  midnight.

Once we got the airplane ‘put to bed,’ we went out front to catch the hotel van.  At that time of the night, they only had one van running, and a family from our flight took it!  No room for the crew, so we had to wait about another 45 minutes for the van to return – then another 20 minutes to the hotel.

It was always the “glamor” that kept me flying!  That, and the crew meals!  LOL…

 

 

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New Age Driving Tips – Traffic Lights

For ‘millennials:’  More impediments to your driving, I know… from observation.

The traffic light system used to work pretty well, when folks knew that “Yellow,” or “Amber” used to mean that the light was about o turn Red, and that the default was to stop.  Today it carries an entirely different meaning (if it means anything).

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Today when a traffic light turns Yellow it is purely a function of your distance from the light, and your speed.  You may have to “punch it to make it.”  This is if you are within a quarter mile of the light.

More often than not when the light turns Yellow, it’s not a problem.  I typically will stop.  If for nothing else, just to disrupt the day of the guy ‘tailgating’ behind me.  (It’s kinda like stopping at Stop signs.  Often I stop just to piss off the guy behind me – especially if I think he or she might be in a hurry, again indicated by tailgating.  Because it’s the Law is just an added caveat.)

Another reason I will stop, even if I have to “get on it” is, I am kinda curious how those airbags will function when someone craters me from behind.  I wore a parachute for over 13 years, and often wondered how it would have worked…

So, here’s what I have seen:  If you are driving along and the light turns Yellow, keep going – no worries.  If you are the Number 2 or the Number 3 guy, you’re still good.  It get’s tricky being the Number 4 guy.  If you can ‘tuck it in tight’ with Number 3, you’re good.  That’s where your Nascar or Thunderbird experience really comes in handy.  Beyond that, it’s a ‘crap shoot.’

Why this works is because folks have realized that it takes “time” for those slobs stopped at the Red light to process the light turning Green and to accelerate.  They know that most people now are too busy texting, or sexting to notice the light changing.  And Time is now on their side!

These days, when I am stooped at a Red light, even though I may be “switched on,” I give it a “5-count” before proceeding.  This, more often than not, gives me the buffer I need to get through the light without being greased.  On a couple occasions, a 7-count would have been more prudent.

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