Chuckin’ the spears

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I’ve got a pretty sweet dart setup at the house.  Only problem is that I rarely put it to use.  I play one night a week here in Columbia versus three or four (or more) when I’m in Korea.  Consequently, my game really suffers from rust and it takes me a few weeks in Korea to get back up to speed.

For me, it is easy to get motivated to head out to the bar for some beers, social interaction, and honest to goodness competition.  Throwing at my home board by myself is pretty uninspiring.  Still, they say if you want to get better you have to work at it.  And playing with myself (shuddup!) sure does feel like work.  But these past few days I’m putting forth the effort.  Hopefully, it will pay off next time I’m standing at the oche.

Greetings Earthlings

Sorry to disappoint, but the blog ain’t dead yet.  Life support perhaps, but I’m still liable to show up here whenever you least expect it.

Fact of the matter is my American life is pretty much plain vanilla.  Which is to say, I’ve not been cursed to live in interesting times.  So, there’s that.

Had a nice weekend in DC over Labor Day with my old friends Duke and Ji Young.  It was nice hanging out, and I know Jee Yeun enjoyed having someone to share some Korea talk with again.  Although there was one incident in a hotel restroom.  No, no, not what your thinking.  Jee Yeun and Ji Young were chatting between the stalls, and some woman occupying another stall gave them the old “you’re in America, speak English” routine.  Ah well, sad people living sad empty lives are best ignored I suppose.

While in DC (actually, Sterling, VA) I played in a big dart tourney.  Lots of pros in attendance (including the top 3 U.S. players) so there was no illusion going in about winning any cash.  I made it out of the first round in both my events, so there’s that.  I wound up losing to the player ranked 40th, but I gave him a game of it, so I’ll take whatever satisfaction that gives.  Which isn’t a lot, but still, I always learn something about the game when I play against the best.

We travel back to Korea next month for a 90 day sojourn.  Jee Yeun’s fiancee visa has finally been approved, but of course it has to be issued from the American Embassy in Korea.

I’m looking forward to the change of pace of my Korea life.  Hell, who knows?  Maybe I’ll find something worthy of blogging while I’m there.

And so it goes.

Uncle Bud

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While I was in Memphis last week I got to spend some time with my dad’s brother, Bud.  He was wearing an 8th Air Force ball cap so I asked him to tell us about his service.  From his enthusiastic telling of “war stories”  it seemed clear that the time he spent on those B-17s were among the best years of his life.  He told me about training to be a pilot, eventually washing out, and then being sent to gunnery school.  Which is how he wound up being the belly gunner on the B-17, which he called the best damn plane every built.

He got to England late in the war and flew 19 missions before the Germans capitulated.  He said the guys in the early days had it a lot worse because they didn’t have the P-51 fighter escorts that he enjoyed.  Even so, he remembered having one of those ME-252 fighter jets in his sights for a brief instant, but it was too fast to keep a bead on.  He was glad that they never faced them in force.

Their biggest problem was flak and it was apparently pretty scary stuff.  The got hit frequently (he said after one mission they counted over 100 holes of varying size in the fuselage).  And once they took a direct hit over Germany, it killed the navigator and severely injured the co-pilot.  They lost both starboard engines which made it difficult to control the planes and maintain altitude.  They managed to make it as far as Belgium where they crash landed.  Apparently the Germans had pulled out only days earlier and they made it back to London without being captured.

Anyway, the thing he told me which really struck me was this:  They would normally fly a mission in 3 day rotations, sometimes more often  depending on the targets, and less depending on weather.  Duty rosters were posted on the lavatory door (I guess so everyone would see them eventually).  And if your name appeared on the roster, you didn’t make any plans.  I said why, so you could prepare?  And he said “no, because everyone always assumed they wouldn’t be back.”

I can’t imagine the courage these guys had to have. 

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This is not Uncle Bud’s plane, unfortunately I don’t have a picture of his.

To the sea

My dad, Walter Lee McCrarey, grew up in Memphis.  My grandfather was a riverboat captain, and like him, my dad loved the Mississippi.  Dad also spent most of his adult life sailing the oceans of the world with the U.S. Merchant Marine.  In fact, he first went to sea at the age of 15 in 1942 serving on the freighters carrying precious war cargo to the UK.

Dad wasn’t a particularly religious man, nor did he have much sentimentality regarding his mortal remains.  Many times he reminded us that it wouldn’t make a whit of difference to him if we threw his dead body on the curb when he gone.  Instead, we donated his body to the University of South Carolina Medical School in accordance with his wishes.  When the medical students were done with him, he was cremated and the ashes were returned to the family.

Well, I was mindful of the fact that he didn’t want any big deal made of his remains, but I nevertheless had a box of “cremains” staying in my house and I wasn’t satisfied with that arrangement.  In consultation with my brothers, it was decided to place some of the ashes at mom’s grave site (she was sentimental that way) and the rest would be deposited in the Mississippi river where they would eventually make their way to sea, just as he had so many years ago.  And so that’s just what we did.

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Dad (standing, 3rd from left) with some of his buddies on a fishing expedition.  I’d like to imagine it was near the same spot on the river where we deposited his ashes.

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Dad in his early days with the Merchant Marine.

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In his later years at sea he was still keeping those big engines turning…

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And he never lost his love for the open sea.

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Brother Keith carrying dad’s remains to the riverside.

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This is the spot we picked to say our final goodbyes.

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Keith recited one of dad’s favorite poems:

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over. 

–John Masefield

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And then we poured him into the muddy waters of the Mississippi river.

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So we said our goodbyes in the best way we knew how.  And then we went on with the business of living.

Time, flowing like a river…

Time, beckoning me
Who knows when we shall meet again
If ever
But time
Keeps flowing like a river
To the sea

Goodbye my love,
Maybe for forever
Goodbye my love,
The tide waits for me
Who knows when we shall meet again
If ever
But time
Keeps flowing like a river (on and on)
To the sea, to the sea

Till it’s gone forever
Gone forever
Gone forevermore

Goodbye my friends,
Maybe forever
Goodbye my friends,
The stars wait for me
Who knows where we shall meet again
If ever
But time
Keeps flowing like a river (on and on)
To the sea, to the sea

Till it’s gone forever
Gone forever
Gone forevermore 

Road trip

Just back from a long drive to Enid, Oklahoma and Memphis, Tennessee.  Family reunion with the Foltz (maternal) side of the family and deposited dad’s ashes in the Mississippi river so he could begin his long journey back to the sea.  Pictures and commentary to follow.

I did encounter this old pioneer protecting his claim from the 1893 land rush in the Cherokee Strip.

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Send in the clowns

So, a friend of mine at the Department of Defense shared an excerpt from Congressional testimony regarding pending cuts to the Defense budget and it’s impact on the civilian workforce.  Clearly, the country’s in the best of hands…

FORBES: (Congressman)
Can you tell me any proposal that you’ve seen floating right now that would
suggest that it’s going to be addressed?
VOLLRATH: (DoD Deputy Assistant Secretary)
Personally, I have not.
FORBES:
Who would make the decision within your department to start this analysis?
VOLLRATH:
That — that would have to start with the secretary of defense.
FORBES:
And the secretary of defense has given you no instruction at all to begin that
analysis to date?
VOLLRATH:
I personally do not have that kind of instruction.
FORBES:
But you would know — you would know if that was going to take place based on
your position, would you not?
VOLLRATH:
Not necessarily, because this is a large strategic movement.
FORBES:
So then as the principal deputy assistant secretary of defense for readiness and
force management at the Department of Defense, if you wouldn’t know, who would
know above you?
VOLLRATH:
At — at this stage, I would defer to the secretary of defense and to the
president and where they intend to…
(CROSSTALK)
FORBES:
Well, the president and the secretary of defense aren’t going to do the actual
planning. They would have to give that instruction. But who would know in the
department if such instructions have been given to begin the planning, if you
wouldn’t know? Could this planning take place if you didn’t know it?
VOLLRATH:
Probably not.
FORBES:
So then you would know it if — if the planning was going to take place?
VOLLRATH:
I am not aware of any planning, but that does not mean that there is no
planning.
FORBES:
Well, help me with this. It’s your testimony that if the planning were taking
place, you would know it. Then you said you don’t know it. But then you said the
planning could still be taking place.
VOLLRATH:
If there were any planning taking place that had any specificity to it, I would
anticipate that I would be aware of that.
FORBES:
And today in your testimony, you are not aware of that. Is that your testimony?
VOLLRATH:
That is correct.
FORBES:
Are you aware that anyone has told you not to do the planning?
VOLLRATH:
No one has told me not to do planning.

That’s comedy gold I tell you.  Better than any skit I’ve seen on Saturday Night Live lately…

Sometimes the fingers are faster than the brain

I’m constantly finding typos, bad punctuation, poor grammar, and other various and sundry errors in my writing.  Some of it is old fashioned laziness, sometimes it’s ignorance, but most often it’s a case of not typing what I’m thinking.  Thanks in advance for your indulgence.

Anyway, I came across the poster below and had to laugh because although I am well aware of the appropriate use of those words, I’m frequently dismayed that I’ll type “your” instead of “you’re” or “there” instead of “their”.   Which makes me appear dumber than a smart phone.  Which I suppose I am.

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And yes, when I saw this I thought of Kevin Kim.

Ten years of LIFE

So, one of my retirement projects has been to read every issue of LIFE magazine.  Yeah, I definitely have way to much time on my hands.  Anyway, I’ve worked my way through the first ten years, beginning with the November 23, 1936 issue.

It’s actually been a pretty fascinating journey.  The depression era heartaches, the massive government sponsored building projects, the rise of Hitler and Japan as war clouds gathered, the war that really could have gone either way (at least in the beginning when there was very little popular support for American involvement) the politics, and other interesting cultural insights into “the greatest generation.”

What I particularly enjoy is reading about these historical events in real time.  No one of course knew at that time where current events would lead.  But I did, and watching everything unfold, the blunders and mistakes and also the things we got right, is quite an enjoyable exercise.   The “what ifs” of 20th century history still reverberate today.

20-20 hindsight is a gift the leaders of the time did not possess, but it’s still fun to speculate on what might have been.  Hitler’s war aims could have been thwarted with courage and early intervention.  Perhaps war with Japan was inevitable, but with better preparation and foresight (i.e. a stronger defense of the Philippines),  the carnage in the Pacific could certainly have been lessened.  The Soviet Union’s domination of Eastern Europe could have been stopped if we had been willing to take a hard line stance.  Had we better supported the Nationalist army, it is likely China would not be Communist today.  And lord knows in hindsight we would never have allowed the Soviets to occupy Korea north of the arbitrarily drawn 38th parallel.

But I suppose we did the best we could given what was known at the time.  Looking at the past for insights into the future is always fraught with peril.  Nevertheless, as I read about the past I can’t help but overlay those events with what I see taking place in the world today.

Most disturbing to me is the rise of China, which in many ways reminds me of Imperial Japan in the 1930s.  The saber rattling and claims to territorial dominance (as in claims to control of the South China Sea) make me wonder if China might invoke Japan’s idea of a “greater Asia co-prosperity sphere” free of Western influence.

Similarly, in many ways Iran’s attempts to dominate the Middle East, it’s desire to attain nuclear capabilities, and it’s stated intent to destroy Israel, are reminiscent of the goals on Nazi Germany.

I can’t help but wonder how future events will unfold as American power (both economic and military) are waning under the inept leadership of our President and our corrupt political class.  Do we have the will the stand against evil that was demonstrated by our parents and grandparents?

I guess that question will be answered someday by some wag with nothing better to do than read periodicals from the early 21st century.

Doing my part to stimulate the economy

Had to purchase a new refrigerator. Went to HHGregg. Saw one we liked but told the guy I could get it cheaper at Lowe’s. He went online and checked Lowe’s, Sears, Best Buy, and Home Depot. Turns out I could get it cheaper at Sears. So, they beat Sears buy 10 bucks and the deal was done. Delivery tomorrow (on the 4th of July!). Best of all, I took care of Jee Yeun Lee‘s birthday gift!