Everything you don’t need, when you don’t need it. In Seoul.
Barbecue shell
As served at the West Sea at Korea’s Daecheun beach.
Raising Cain
Glenn Reynolds links to this NYTimes column regarding the slippery slope of the ever expanding definition of sexual harassment. Since no one has offered any substantive specifics on just what Cain did or didn’t do, and whether it crossed any legal or moral boundaries, it seems to me this situation is as likely to be political dirty tricks as it is inappropriate behavior.
Having recently retired after 34 years of federal government service, this post brought back memories. We had annual mandatory workshops on “sexual harassment” and “diversity” and sometimes the content was downright Orwellian. My favorite story was the time the diversity instructor told us solemnly that the paper easel he was using for his presentation should not be called a “flip” chart as that term would be considered offensive to people of Filipino origin. Instead, we should call it a “rip chart”. To our credit, several folks immediately burst out laughing. And then we started asking what we should do if called upon to “flip a coin”. Or if we could no longer “flip the bird” when cut off in traffic. In went on in that vein until the flustered diversity expert gave the class an unscheduled coffee break. I guess he was surprised we all flipped out on him by being so flip about such a serious matter.
Slip slidin’ away
Me on X-country skis in the White Mountains of Arizona, circa 1981. It’s been 30 years. That blows me away…
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.
—Sara Teasdale
A letter from my email…
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Fly me away
Smithsonian Air and Space Museum Annex at Dulles, Virginia.
On top of old Diamondhead
From my trip to the 50th state, aka Hawaii 5-0.
Down on the farm
Back in the 1980s, me and the kids lived out in Monroe, Oklahoma on this 80 acre hobby farm.
It was really not the life for me, but the kids loved it.
Korean girl in Bali rice paddy
This is actually a piece of property an American friend purchased with his Indonesian wife. They plan to build their retirement home here. They could do much worse, that’s for sure. The Korean gal is not included, she’s with me here in the USA.
Dinner in Bali
A traditional Balinese meal. Cat fish steamed in banana leaf, Grilled Tilapia, and deep fried Carp. Fresh salad, 3 kinds of Sambals sauce, grilled eggplant with Tempe and Tofu.
See the USA!
Really cool time lapse video of a coast-to-coast (and back) road trip. Worth the 5 minutes.

From the Committee to De-elect the President?
At the Army birthday ball
June 2009, Grand Hyatt Hotel, Seoul, Korea.
Pretty hot date, huh?
Today is the day
That I post something hear on my long dormant blog. I’m living a boring mellow life these days, and what little I have to say about, I’ve been saying to my Facebook pals.
Still, I feel bad about not putting this domain to work. So I’m thinking I’ll do something here, even if it is just sharing a favorite photo each day. Who knows, maybe I’ll even come up with a brilliant insight now and again. But to avoid disappointment in that regard you might ought to just come for the pictures.
So, I started blogging here back in December 2004. That’s also the month I took a vacation in Istanbul (because I couldn’t Constantinople). Yeah, my jokes are about as good as my photography skills. But hey, that’s never stopped me, right? Anyway, this photo is of the famous Hagia Sophia.
Dazed and confused
Had a bit of a Twilight Zone experience on the way to East Sea. The plan was to take Highway 6 all the way, but somehow I missed a turn and wound up on a different road. The signage indicated it would lead to Gangneum (my destination) so I wasn’t too worried.
And then suddenly I was in a parking lot. Seriously, one minute I driving two lane blacktop and then I’m not. Well, at the far end of the lot was a sign with an arrow that said “Gangneum” that led up a one lane alley. When I got to the top I drove into fog. Thickest fog I ever did see. I continued to creep forward barely seeing past the hood and damned if I didn’t find myself in ANOTHER parking lot. And I couldn’t find a way out.
I’ve never been lost in a parking lot before and it was more than a little disconcerting. I must have driven in circles for 10 minutes before I found a narrow outlet which fortunately eventually led to the bottom of the mountain and out of the fog. I’m sure there were quicker ways down, but the one I found included pavement, so I guess I got lucky…
Some photos from the trip:
Stayin’ alive
Well, just a quick check-in to let the faithful few know that we are still alive and kickin’. Having some interesting times here in the Land of the Morning Calm, but also looking forward to getting back to my American life later this month.
You may have noticed that LTG was hijacked recently due to some malware that was in some old blog rolling code I used. Got that fixed, so at least you can check in and see what I’m not posting about. Although I do have good intentions to get back to posting one of these days…
I’ll fly away
Heading back to Seoul, Korea for a summer respite. Who knows, perhaps I’ll find something worthy to blog about during my travels.
Hasta la vista! Anyongheegaesaeyo!
What they are teaching in school these days…
Well, at least at Lake Carolina elementary. My daughter-in-law shared this gem brought home by her fourth grader:
“A Moo Way to Look at Isms”
Socialism: You have two cows. Give one cow to your neighbor.
Communism: You have two cows. Give both cows to the government, and they may give you some milk.
Fascism: You have two cows. You give all the milk to the government, and the government sells it.
Nazism: You have two cows. The government shoots you and takes both cows.
Anarchism: You have two cows. Keep both cows, shoot the government agent and steal another cow.
Capitalism: You have two cows. Sell one cow and buy a bull.
Good stuff.
Finished with engines

My father died today. He spent the better part of his life as an engineer with the Merchant Marine. It is a maritime tradition that when a member of the engine department passes away he is said to be “finished with engines”.
My father had been in failing health for some time but if pressed to identify the cause of death I’d have to say he died of a broken heart. Losing mom after 61 years of marriage took both an emotional and physical toll. I think he survived as long as he did so he could be there to take care of mom. Without her his life lost meaning and purpose.
He was 83 years old and by any account he lived a long, and often hard, life. He was nothing if not strong willed. His passing was inevitable but I was surprised by how quickly he went in the end. I believe he just decided it was time to go, so he went. By all accounts it was a peaceful and easy departure. Perhaps that’s the best any of us can hope for.
His desire was to have his body donated to the medical university. After jumping through some bureaucratic hoops today we were able to make that happen. Dad was always generous in his own quiet way and certainly wouldn’t want a big deal made of his parting gift. And he made it very clear that a big funeral was not for him. So I hope this simple tribute will suffice to do justice to his memory.
Dad, you were an amazing man and truly one of a kind. You’ll be missed by all who knew and loved you.
My father was a lover of poetry and some of my earliest memories are of him sitting in his easy chair reading his favorite poems out loud to us kids. And I distinctly remember him reciting this one on some long ago day:
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me;
“Here he lies where he longed to be,
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.”
–“Requiem” Robert Louis Stevenson
Dad
I just wanted to update y’all regarding my dad. He was moved to the hospice ward at the hospital yesterday. I’m sure you understand the implications of that.
He was hospitalized last week with pneumonia, and he has gotten progressively weaker. He’s been unable to swallow so he was being fed though a tube in his nose to his stomach. That’s a short term solution and they wanted to insert a tube directly through his stomach. In his condition that’s a risky surgery, but necessary given the alternative. Against my advice, he declined the surgery.
So, the goal of Hospice is to keep the patient comfortable. I’ve not given up hope that he will regain the ability to swallow and can take nourishment by mouth. If not, well, he’ll just fade away.
Sorry to be sharing this sad news, but thought you’d want to know.