About John McCrarey

Born and raised in southern California. My career exodus has taken me to Arizona, Oklahoma, Arkansas, South Carolina, Virginia, and Washington, DC. And as of 23 January 2005, Seoul, Korea. Married with 6 grown children (blended family). First grandchild is in the oven! I created this blog to document my adventures as an expat living and working in Korea. I'm also pretty confident that I will on occasion feel the need to express my views on current events and other matters I find of interest.

It was an honor to be there

In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 52 51 50 49 48 47 46  45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32 31 30 29 28 27 26 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history.  I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found.  And mediocre is too hard to spell.)

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Five years ago found me attending an honor guard ceremony to commemorate the unveiling of a statue of Lieutenant General  Walton H. Walker, the 8th Army Commanding General who died during the Korean War.  I wrote about the event in a post entitled “Honoring Walton H. Walker”.

I always enjoyed the pomp and circumstance associated with these ceremonies and in the post linked above I have quite a few photographs that somewhat capture the pageantry.  Honor Guard events are uniquely military and they serve to remind us that when you work for the Army you have a responsibility to maintain the traditions and to respect and honor the sacrifices of those who have served.  I certainly never had seen anything similar in my years with the U.S. Department of Education and the USPS.

And next week I’ll be back for more!

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It was a hard day’s night…

and I was working like a dog.

Last night we did the Seoul International Dart League end of season banquet/tournament. I left the house at 1330 and returned home at 0330.  I was as exhausted as I can ever recall being.  Along the way my team, “Team Walrus” as we called ourselves, went undefeated in the winner’s bracket, only to be beaten twice by a team coming up from the loser’s bracket.  They were hard fought matches, both going 5 legs, but in the end we had to settle for second place money.

The results

The results

Not to make excuses, but I was dead on my feet.  I had the winning shot in both of the finals matches but couldn’t get it done.  So it was pretty frustrating letting my teammates down like that.  In a tournament of this nature it really comes down to an endurance contest and as much as I may be in denial about getting older, I was feeling my age last night.

Second place money was W175,000 for each player, so by my reckoning I made around W15,000 per hour for my efforts.  Hey, that’s better than my last job paid!

 

All good things come to those who wait

Today I finally received the long awaited firm job offer.  Effective 28 June 2015 (may as well get used to using the Army way of writing dates again) I will once again be a Human Resources Specialist, GS-0201-13 with HHB, Eighth Army Directorate of Human Resources Management, duty location Seoul, Republic of Korea.

 

It’s better to be lucky than good

My older brother posted the picture below on Facebook today.  I actually recall that day.  I was four and couldn’t swim.  Call the raft rickety is an insult to the word rickety.  I was scared shitless.

I also routinely rode in the back of open pickup trucks, played outside all day long without adult supervision, rode my bke without a helmet, etc. etc.   And yet I live.

I also routinely rode in the back of open pickup trucks, played outside all day long without adult supervision, rode my bke without a helmet, etc. etc. And yet I live.

 

Genesis

In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 52 51 50 49 48 47 46  45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32 31 30 29 28 27 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history.  I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found.  And mediocre is too hard to spell.)

Ten years ago I did one of my notorious “everything that’s been happening since the last time I posted” post in a post called “Time for a post”.

It was one of the rare times I wrote about some work related stuff, comparing the U.S. civilian union unfavorably to the Korean Employee’s Union.  I’ll be dealing with both again as the primary responsibility of my new old job.  Which I have it on good authority is going to happen in just under two weeks.  Stay tuned.

But what I really found of interest in that long ago post was this:

Last night my Air Force buddy Jeff called and interrupted a game of CIV so we could meet a Caroline’s for a couple of beers. We wound up playing darts. I can’t remember the last time I’ve tried to hit a dart board, but it has probably been over 20 years ago. I assumed my darts would be worse than my pool, but surprisingly I played pretty well. Not well enough to win (Jeff is really good), but most of the time it came down to who got the last bullseye first. I really enjoyed myself and I’m thinking with some practice I might actually be a decent player.

Jeff and Sweet Caroline’s are both a long time gone, but I’m still chucking the spears. And that’s the day it all started.  In the beginning as it were.

What he said

Most men and women lead lives at the worst so painful, at the best so monotonous, poor and limited that the urge to escape, the longing to transcend themselves if only for a few moments, is and has always been one of the principal appetites of the soul.”
–Aldous Huxley

I have to admit this resonates.

It’s a marvel

UPDATE: From a Facebook commenter:

Kevin comments below that he'd be the perfect superhero for dealing with constipation.  I think the motto above fits that perfectly...

Kevin comments below that he’d be the perfect superhero for dealing with constipation. I think the motto above fits that perfectly…

Some of these new super heroes are just plain lame.

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Slow is just a four letter word

Other interesting things have been happening in my life as well. Why just the other day I was getting off the elevator at my apartment tower in lovely Gireum-dong.  A little girl of maybe three years was waiting with her mother for the ride up. The girl stared at me wide-eyed for a few moments, probably not used to seeing a foreigner so up close and personal.  And then she said matter-of-factly “hal-abeoji” (which means grandfather).  The mother nodded and said, “ne, hal-abeoji.”  Which made me feel older than I am.  Or at least older than I like to pretend I am.  Although, it is true that I am in fact a grandfather.

Meanwhile, my buddy Kevin Kim popped up on YouTube. Granted, it was annoyingly funny but he describes himself as “another frumpy American walrus in a long line of frumpy walruses.”  Although I’ll cop to being a grandpa I don’t think this American walrus is frumpy.  I was recently tagged in this picture on Facebook:

Frumpy? I think not.

Frumpy? I think not.

Switching gears, they say life is for learning.  And today I learned the origins of Canadians.

Just as I always suspected.

Just as I always suspected.

Now, I tend to be respectful of all religious beliefs that don’t involve beheading, stoning, or throwing homosexuals from tall buildings.  Still, when I saw this I couldn’t help but laugh.

No offense intended.

No offense intended.

What else have I got for you?  Well, on the MERS front the World Health Organization (WHO) offers this helpful advice: “don’t drink potentially fatal camel urine”.  I shit you not. I think I’m pretty safe in that regard, although I have never actually checked the ingredients of OB beer.  I’d rather not know.

I’ll tell you something more deadly than MERS–an angry Korean woman with a gun. Which I guess is why South Korea has such strict gun laws.

I have seen that look on a woman's face more than once.

I have seen that look on a woman’s face more than once.

Now, I’m not a big fan of soju, but this ad made me want to go out a buy a couple of bottles.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=laRZ1JjVX7U

Alrighty then, don’t you just hate bloggers who go days without posting and then do a Friday afternoon dump of everything they thought about posting during the week but didn’t?  Yeah, I hate them too.  Even if I are one.

 

And the Army goes rolling along

In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 5251 50 49 48 47 46  45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32 31 30 29 28 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history.  I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found.  And mediocre is too hard to spell.)

Six years ago I was at the Grand Hyatt hotel celebrating the Army’s 234th birthday at the annual Army Ball.  I wrote about the event in a post called “Had a ball!”.

Even met a traditional Korean gal there.

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Mainly Endeavoring to Remain Sane (MERS)

Every Korean apartment I’ve lived in has this “squawk box” type thing on the wall where messages are periodically conveyed from the building management.  I’ve always found it pretty annoying, especially since I can never understand what they are saying.

So this morning I’m sitting at the kitchen table and the box emits a series of several loud beeps.  Simultaneously, my phone chimes that I’ve received a message.  That message is captioned “Emergency Alert” and is followed by three bullet points in Korean (which I also can’t read).  Of course, the first thought that comes to my mind is that the NORKs are invading.  But no, it turns out that the message says: 1. Wash your hands. 2. Cover your mouth when you cough. 3. If someone has a fever, don’t touch them.

And in the few minutes I’ve been writing this post the squawk box/phone message has been repeated twice more.  So I guess they really, really, really mean it.

I probably could stand to wash my hands more often, but doing so is situational for me.  If I’m in a public lavatory and they have a bar of soap on a stick, I’m like “no thanks, I’ll take my chances”.  After all, all I’ve really touched is my own junk and I don’t even want to think about where those hands that touch the nasty soap bar have been.  I do cover up when I cough, but use my arm, not my hand, to cover my mouth.  I don’t want my unwashed hand anywhere near my mouth, right?  The last point about not touching anyone with a fever is a bit disconcerting.  I mean, what’s the first thing you do when someone says they are not feeling well–you touch them to see if they are hot.  Apparently, if they do have a fever you are both screwed.

My first instinct that war had broken out has proven correct, Korean government officials have declared war on the Middle East Respiratory Syndrome (MERS).  I guess there is a fair amount of panic taking place among the populace.  Schools are closing, rumors are running rampant, and oh yeah, people are dying.  Four as of this morning.

I noticed on the subway yesterday that nearly half of the riders were wearing masks as opposed to the normal handful.  I came up with the bright idea for insuring I’ll always have a seat on the train.  I’ll just stand in front of the seat I want and start coughing uncontrollably.  I reckon that might score me the whole row!

Anyway, I don’t mean to make light of this potentially catastrophic health emergency.  But other than taking normal precautions like practicing good hygiene there’s nothing to be done but live your life and hope for the best.  At least that’s what I plan to do.

What, me worry?

What, me worry?

More famous last words?

UPDATE: Here’s what all the cool kids riding the subway wear.

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Welp, it could always be worse

They made me wear those funky shorts for the x-ray.  30 minutes in the crowded waiting room was pretty humiliating.  The peels of Jee Yeun's laughter didn't help much either...

They made me wear those funky shorts for the x-ray. 30 minutes in the crowded waiting room was pretty humiliating. The peels of Jee Yeun’s laughter didn’t help much either…

I told the hilarious Dr. Yu about the leg pain I’ve been living with, described it’s onset and duration, and my fear it might be vascular.  He gave me a quick examination and then discounted the possibility of a clogged artery, saying the pain intervals were inconsistent with that diagnosis.  He thought it more likely it was muscular or a nerve problem.  So, he ordered up a blood test to check for elevated “CPK” and an x-ray of my lower spine.

My office visit with Dr. Yu was interrupted by a radio interview he conducted regarding the MERS outbreak here in Korea. He said he was going to try and tamp down the panic that has ensued as the result of two Koreans dying from the disease.  His view is that while MERS is serious, the potential for an epidemic is low and with proper medical care the fatality rate could be minimized.  Let’s hope he’s right about that.  And my leg.

So I gave the blood, got the x-ray, and reported back to Dr. Yu. He put the x-ray up on his monitor and declared my spine “a miracle”.  I confirmed that by miracle he meant no issues, and indeed that was his meaning.  He said my CPK level was slightly elevated (10-120 being normal, mine was 160) which confirmed to him that my problem is indeed muscular.

Well, he’s the doctor so who am I to argue.  I just don’t understand why it’s not getting any better, in fact, it’s a little worse, after three months.  So, he gave me a prescription for a muscle relaxer and told me to soak in the tub for 10 minutes every night before bed.  And I guess that’s what I’ll do.  I wish I wasn’t such a pussy when it comes to pain, otherwise I’d just walk it off.

But by god, I’m still alive.  Which makes me luckier than my two friends in Columbia. As much as I love irony, I sincerely hope those don’t prove to be my famous last words.

What’s up, Doc?

In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 5251 50 49 48 47 46  45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32 31 30 29 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history.  I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found.  And mediocre is too hard to spell.)

One year ago found me at Soonchunhwang hospital in Hannam-dong for an appointment with the hilarious Dr. Yu.  I wrote about that event in a post called “It’s a rainy day in Hannam.”

This morning I will once again make that journey as I have reached the end of my tolerance with this pain in my leg.  It’s been three months or more now and it is not getting any better.  Since the pain is intermittent I don’t think it’s muscular.  One possibility is some arterial blockage which is scary enough to make me want to visit the hilarious Dr. Yu, if only to have that worry eliminated.

We shall see.

 

Remembering James Stoy

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Woke up this morning to the shocking news that another friend back home in Columbia has died.  Apparently he succumbed to a heart attack.

I met James shortly after I retired and moved back to South Carolina.  I was distressed about the lack of darting opportunities to be had and when I encountered James at a tournament I was happy to find a kindred spirit.  In the world of darts you have the vast majority of players who play as a pastime.  Then there are those of us for which darts is a passion.  If anything, James loved the game even more than I do.

After some weeks of mutual grousing about Columbia being a darting wasteland, we decided to set about doing something to change that.  Along with another friend named James we beat the bushes for players and bars with boards and before long we had us a sweet little pub league, a singles league, regular Friday night tournaments and a bonafide American Darts Organization membership as the Columbia Area Darts Association.  None of that would have happened without James’ energy and leadership.

Couldn't have done without you!

Couldn’t have done without you!

When I returned to Korea it was largely on James’ ample shoulders to keep everything going and growing and he did an admirable job of doing so.  Just last week he was posting about the upcoming singles league season and his passion and excitement were evident. It’s really hard to get my mind around the fact that he is gone.

Thanks for all you did and for being the man that you were James.  You will be missed by all the friends you’ve left behind.

Me and James chilling on the riverside between matches at a tourney in Augusta, GA.

Me and James chilling on the riverside between matches at a tourney in Augusta, GA.

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Settled science

So, where did I leave off?  Oh yeah, I was talking about my so-called social life which revolves around the interesting characters I encounter in the bars of Itaewon.

One of my favorite people is Bradley who happens to be a scientist by trade craft profession.  Neuroscience to be precise.  And what I know about neuroscience is pretty much what I read on the link above.  I don’t know why smart people tolerate me, but I’m glad they do.  I’m always learning hearing about the most intersting things.

For example, I encountered Brad on Wednesday at Shenanigans and he was celebrating a pretty significant discovery in his field.  In his attempt to explain said discovery he re-purposed the dart scoreboard and drew scientific diagrams replete with arrows, lines, and circles demonstrating how the nervous system, or more precisely, the brain, responded to specific electronic probes in ways they had never previously observed, and well, hell, I was pretty drunk by then so all I can say is it was like being in the presence of Einstein or something.  Brad was very excited and animated as he tried to get my mind to wrap around the concept, I know that much.  When I asked him about some practical applications for this discovery he indicated it was far too soon to know, but one possibility being better able to target drugs for various disorders.  Suffice to say, he’s doing some big stuff and is getting recognized for his work in high places these days.

Of course, given my limited expertise we talk about more than science.  Like politics for example.  It should come as no surprise that Brad having been indoctrinated educated in some of the best institutions of higher learning (including Yale) America has to offer, leans more to the left than I do.  But we both seem to enjoy the hell out of going back and forth on whatever topic we put on the table for discussion.  And our debates are always pleasantly respectful, which is all too rare these days.  No Othering whatsoever.

Wednesday we got into how (in my view) science has frequently become politicized, and I threw out global warming as my prime example.  He disagreed that that was the case, but conceded that in today’s politically charged environment, contrary views on the subject tend to be drowned out.  I in turn granted him that pumping pollutants into the air was not an ideal situation, irrespective of whether it is causing the earth to warm.  My big gripe is that the “solutions” being proposed by the warmists disproportionately impact the poor and downtrodden in the third world, and that we should be pumping more fossils fuels to drive prices down and invest those savings into research for cost effective renewable energy sources.  Well, you get the idea of how our discussions go.

We keep it lively by talking about women and religion as well.  I’m going to say this right here and now–that whole “the lonely lives of scientists” meme is pure bullshit, unless Brad is the happy exception to the rule.  The stories he tells about some of the people he meets are beyond fascinating and I must admit evoke within me more than a fair amount of envy. Lucky bastard.

I'll go for that ride!

I’ll go for that ride!

Met another guy at the bar who is “biking” around the world.  He started in Japan, is now in Korea, and leaves next week for Russia.  I had to admire his passion.

Last week I enticed Young Chun out to Itaewon.  I’m not sure he was impressed by my drunken persona.  I let loose some of the lamest jokes in my repertoire and he just smiled. A sad smile I do believe.  Still, I enjoyed his company and some of my bar buddies engaged him as well.  One even bought a book on the spot.  Another friend kept calling him “Arthur” which Young managed to take in stride, or at least ignore.  I’ve ordered up a couple of more hard copies of the book at his request.  Will he come to Itaewon to fetch them?  We shall see.  Speaking of the book, Young’s doing a free download promotion through this Sunday (May 31).  So now’s the time to order!

Ran into another fellow (didn’t get his name) at the bar and he professed to be a big fan of LTG, which is always nice to hear.  I pretty much assume I’ve got 3-5 regular readers, but another guy I know saw me in Dolce Vita and said he had read about my trouble there and was happy I had made a reconciliation after my disappointment a couple of weeks ago.

Also got a nice email from a Matthew in Florida who is also waiting for his security clearance to finalize so that he can take a DoD job in Korea.  He’s also a scientist so I reckon we’ll get along just fine.  He said he finds my blog “helpful and pretty funny”, so of course I like him already!

The wife is off with the family tonight and I reckon I need to find something to do to keep me entertained on a Saturday night.  Itaewon beckons!

 

Remembrance day

In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 5251 50 49 48 47 46  45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32 31 30 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history.  I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found.  And mediocre is too hard to spell.)

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Four years ago I wrote about my father’s death in a post called Finished with Engines.

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Three years ago I wrote about my great Uncle Frank who gave his life in the service of our nation during WWII.  Killed just a couple of months before Germany’s surrender.  On Memorial Day I pay respects to a man I only know through my grandmother’s stories. Remembering Private First Class Frank D. Foltz.

The ghostly faces on the wall at the Korean War Memorial in Washington, DC.

The ghostly faces on the wall at the Korean War Memorial in Washington, DC.

Six years ago I marked Memorial Day with a post called A day to remember.  It included this verse that I’ve always found hauntingly appropriate as we remember our fallen heroes.

Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.

Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.

–Alfred Edward Housman

Thank you for your sacrifice.

Thank you for your sacrifice.