Wolf To Woof

Wolf2wooflogo_2 "Wolf To Woof" Exhibit

Being dog-lovers, Helen and I recently visited St. Petersburg's Florida International Museum to view the "Wolf To Woof" exhibit.

That show is described on their website as:

About the Exhibit

  • Sloppy, wet kisses
  • Life-saving search and rescues
  • Assistance for people with disabilities

Today, dogs enhance the lives of millions in countless ways, but they are also some of humans' oldest friends. Ancient clues like cave paintings and burials reveal that dogs and people have lived together for thousands of years. But why have humans formed such close relationships with dogs, and not cows or chickens? Wolf to Woof: The Story of Dogs sniffs out the facts on dogs and explores what makes the human/dog relationship so unique.

We were both amazed at the many attributes that today's pets have inherited from their ancestor-wolves.

If that show visits your area, it is well worth a visit.

This place is Peachy !

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Helen and I spent a couple of days in Gaffney, South Carolina. Gaffney is a town in "upstate" South Carolina.  That part of the state is in the northwest corner, and only an hour or so from the Smokey Mountains. The rolling hills with their small towns are a refreshing change from the hot and flat lands of Florida.

                                                                                                                  Gaffney on the map.

People who have driven through South Carolina on Interstate 85, remember Gaffney by its landmark peach water tower. The Gaffney area is known for its peaches. We bought some Gaffney peaches from a roadside stand, and they were delicious. Most small towns in the south have water towers. Many of those towers have the town's name printed on them. Gaffney, on the other hand, decided on a water-tower design that would make it distinctive and memorable. They certainly accomplished that goal. The giant peach is visible for miles. The photo of that peach at the top of this post was taken from the other side of I-85.  The water tower just happens to be next to the Fatz Cafe, and is not connected to that restaurant.

Nc_trip_036 The peach water tower in the distance can be a strange sight. I can only imagine what it has been mistaken for by strangers. As we traveled around the Gaffney area, we kept getting different views of the peach.

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As inscribed on the plate at its base, the Gaffney water tower was selected "Steel Tank of the Year" for 1981, by Steel Plate Fabricators Association. You'll note that the award calls the Gaffney tank "Peachoid." What an appropriate name. It struck me very funny that the tank sits on Peachoid Road.  Not far from it, you'll find the Peachview Office Park on Peachview Drive.  Peachoid even has its own website. You can visit by clicking     HERE.

If you're ever driving along I-85 in South Carolina, be sure to stop in Gaffney for the world's best peaches. If you have time, you can even sit in Peachoid Park in the shade of the Peachoid while you eat a Gaffney peach.

One thing is certain, you can't drive through this area without thinking about peaches.

Fenway Park in the South !

Drive Helen and I spent a couple of days in "upstate South Carolina" last week. We stayed in Gaffney, and drove over to Greenville to attend a Greenville Drive baseball game. We are lifetime Red Sox fans, and the Drive became the Red Sox class 'A' league affiliate (South Atlantic League) a couple of years ago. Upstate South Carolina is the area in the northwest part of the state, near the North Carolina line. Gaffney and Greenville are about an hour south of Asheville and the Smokey Mountains. We think it's a beautiful area with its rolling hills and southern charm.

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    When Greenville's team became a part of the Red Sox organization, they rebuilt their baseball park to resemble Boston's Fenway Park. The Drive's website gives the following description of their park which is named West End Field:

  • State of the art Mini Fenway park with interactive video screen, party deck, grassy berm seating, group picnic area, plus more
  • Greenville’s own Green Monster is 30´ high with manual scoreboard; there is a Pesky Pole, same notch in center field fence, 310 down LF and 302 down RF.
  • Fun new on-field entertainment and community events at each game
  • Capacity: Holds over 5,000 – about 60% box and reserved and 40% general admission
  • The farthest seat from the field is only 13 rows row back

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        West End Field is a great place to watch a baseball game! Observing the attire of the folks at the game, it seems that many of the local baseball fans have become Red Sox fans. The weather was beautiful, the refreshments were reasonably priced, everyone was friendly, and we had great (behind home plate) seats. We had a very enjoyable afternoon, and look forward to visiting again.

     The Drive's opponents that day were the Asheville Tourists, a Colorado Rockies affiliate. Both teams have some good young players. I plan to hang onto the (free at the park) program for a couple of years to see how many of those young prospects make it to the "show" (major leagues.)

If you find yourself in upstate South Carolina, and you're a baseball fan, you should consider a visit to West End Field in Greenville.

Jack The Cat

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Jackthecat WEST MILFORD, N.J.

Associated Press(AP)

Monday, June 12, 2006

- A black bear picked the wrong yard for a jaunt, running into a territorial tabby who ran the furry beast up a tree _ twice.

Jack, a 15-pound orange and white cat, keeps a close vigil on his property, often chasing small animals, but his owners and neighbors say his latest escapade was surprising.

"We used to joke, 'Jack's on duty,' never knowing he'd go after a bear," owner Donna Dickey told The Star-Ledger of Newark for Friday's editions.

Neighbor Suzanne Giovanetti first spotted Jack's accomplishment after her husband saw a bear climb a tree on the edge of their northern New Jersey property on Sunday. Giovanetti thought Jack was simply looking up at the bear, but soon realized the much larger animal was afraid of the hissing cat. 

After about 15 minutes, the bear descended and tried to run away, but Jack chased it up another tree.

Dickey, who feared for her cat, then called Jack home and the bear scurried back to the woods.

"He doesn't want anybody in his yard," Dickey said.

Bear sightings are not unusual in West Milford, which experts consider one of the state's most bear-populated areas.

---- A service of the Associated Press(AP)

Now, I am not a cat-lover. I think most of us are either dog or cat lovers, but few if any of us love both.  I am definitely a dog lover. Some of my fondest memories of pets go back to my neighbor and best-friend from back when I was six or seven years old. Bobby had a mixed-breed dog named "Pal." Pal would go everywhere with us. We always shared our treats with him, and he repaid us with never-ending love and loyalty. Pal never made much noise, didn't get in the way, and was just a good friend, who waited patiently out-of-the way when we played ball or shot target practice with Bobby's BB gun.

At our house, my mother always had a cat. However, a cat doesn't do much. What a cat does, is whatever it chooses to, and that seldom includes people. Cats tolerate us. A dog, on the other hand, loves us.

So, when I saw the article about Jack The Cat, I almost didn't bother reading it. I usually ignore " cat stories." I am much more likely to read a "dog story." But, Jack got my attention. It is really impressive when a small cat does something like tree a bear.

So, this dog lover takes his hat off to Jack The Cat. I know that I, for one, will stay out of Jack's back yard.

Movie: "United 93"

Link: United 93 (2006).

United93 Helen and I went to see the movie "United 93," yesterday. That is the movie about the true events on September 11, 2001, when Islamic terrorists hijacked the fourth airliner. They were headed to Washington, DC, when the passengers overtook them, and brought the plane down in a Pennsylvania field.

We thought the movie was extremely well done. In a very early scene, we get a glimpse of the New York City skyline with the twin towers of the World Trade Center in view. That glance gave me chills when it brought back my memories of that terrible day.

Almost five years after the tragedies of that day, it reminds us of our continuing war with radical Islam. We should stop using euphemisms such as "war on terror," and call it what it really is. Our war with radical Islam began years before 2001, with the first World Trade Center bombing, bombings of Khobar Towers, USS Cole, etc, and will continue until they or us are defeated. The term "War on Terror" reminds me of our past "War on Drugs," and "War on Poverty." As far as I can tell, we lost those wars. This time, we must be more specific as with whom we are at war.

I am beginning to believe that our government has lost its ability to defend us. We are falling into the trap of believing that somehow we can appease an enemy that believes it is their god's will to return the world to a seventh-century, but this time global, caliphate. Generation after generation of Muslim children are taught from their earliest years by Wahhabi-Muslim clerics that the west and all of its people are evil. They fully believe that it is their duty and "God's will" to conquer the west and impose their beliefs upon all of us. Meanwhile, our armed services continue to employ Wahhabi clerics as chaplains. Our fear of offending someone has crippled our ability to defend ourselves.

Today, many of our politicians are more concerned with their own party's power, than the safety of the nation. One of our major political parties spent years cutting the heart out of the budgets of our intelligence services. In fact, their most recent presidential candidate authored several of those bills. He later bragged about it. Then, when our president, from the other political party, relied on faulty intelligence and took the war to the enemy they were quick to call him a liar for believing our crippled intelligence sources. 

Meanwhile, the party in power wants to waste its time and energy on a bill in "defense of
marriage."  What we need is defense of citizens. The borders are porous, the ports are weakly monitored, and airport screeners are hampered by fears of being accused of political incorrectness. The basic reason that we need government to keep us safe. On the local level, government's main job is to provide fire and police protection for our lives and property. The federal government's most important duty is national defense. We send large percentages of our income to those governments. The reason they can't keep us safe is that they spend so much of their time, money, and resources on laws that are unnecessary for our safety.

I believe we need to see a movie like "United 93," once in a while to remind us that this war is far from being over.

If you've read this far, you can probably tell that it got me riled up!

I Found A Penny !

1955_double_die_cent_rev While walking back from my Sunday-morning  jog, today, I found a penny in the street. My run consists of running from home to First Street, in Jacksonville Beach, and running down First Street for a few blocks. First Street runs parallel to the ocean through an area of condos, restaurants, and homes. I usually stop running, and walk back home through the same areas.

Finding a penny in the street started me thinking about how our attitudes have changed about the value of a penny over the years. When I was very young, finding a penny was exciting. Back in those days, we could actually buy something with that penny. Our attitudes about finding a penny are a reflection of the level of inflation. At first, finding a penny was an economic event. We actually bought something with it. As inflation eroded the value of those pennies, finding a penny became a sign of good luck. Picking up that found penny and keeping it in our pocket was supposed to bring us good luck. As the years went by, and the value of that penny fell, someone decided that finding a "heads up" penny was the only lucky one. The penny I found this morning was "tails up." That makes me wonder how many people had seen it before I did, but didn't bother bending over for a non-lucky penny.

One of my early childhood memories is of walking  from my grandfather's house on Beale Street in Wollaston, to Louis Deutsch's corner store where I could buy a piece of penny candy, or a very small "Made in Japan" toy with a penny. Today, some of the world's highest quality automobiles, watches, and electronics are Japanese made. But, in those days shortly after World War II, Japanese products were very cheaply made and sold. Products marked "Made in Japan" were considered junk.

Deutsch's store was what would be called a "mom and pop" store today. However, I don't remember ever seeing a mom there. It was always just Louie. Years later, when I was a teenager,  I would go to Deutsch's and buy cigarettes for a penny each.

Grandpa Locke used every opportunity to teach me economic lessons. He was very successful in the auto parts business. He retired in his fifties which was very young for those times. He would walk to Deutsch's to buy a newspaper and, occasionally, a small package of cigars or a loaf of bread. He would tell me that he could buy those items more cheaply at a bigger store, but that it was important to support the small business-owner so we would continue to have the convenience of his business.

I remember one time, a few years later, that Grandpa drove us to the A & P for just a loaf of bread. He had decided that Deutsch's bread wasn't always as fresh as the A & P's. Grandpa waited in the car while I ran into the store to buy that loaf of bread. At checkout, the cashier asked me if I wanted a bag (paper - plastic wasn't available back then) for the bread. Just having the one, easy-to-carry item, I declined. When I got back to the car with the bag-less loaf of bread, Grandpa asked me where was the bag. When I said I didn't need a bag for just one item, he explained how we paid for the bag as part of the price of the bread. He wasn't angry about it, but he made it clear that we should get what we pay for. It's funny how vividly I remember that  after over fifty years have passed.

Texaco Grandpa Locke invested in the stock market. I guess he did pretty well. I remember him teaching me how to read the stock prices in the newspaper. He suggested that I watch a couple of companies, and pick one that I would pretend to invest in. I picked The Texas Company which was known as Texaco. I watched that stock for quite a few years. I wonder how much I would have, today, had I invested those pennies in Texaco stock instead of penny candy and cigarettes from Deutsch's store.

What's In Your Wallet?

Checking out the commercials on the old TV ad site started me thinking about some of my favorite ads and the actors appearing in those commercials. In England, they call the TV commercials "adverts."

I have always been a fan of actors and comedians who have mastered unique facial expressions particularly when they didn't speak. For example Jack Benny was famous for his "pregnant pauses." Johnny Carson had a unique comedy style, but he credited Benny for some of his techniques.

I think somebody referred to these moments of often dead-panned, silent expressions as "takes," (as in "double-takes.") However, I can't find a dictionary entry that defines "take" that way.

There are two actors currently appearing in TV ads that are among my favorites for these "takes."

Ebillings_2 One of my favorites is Earl Billings, the man that plays the innocent bystander in the last scene of most of the AFLAC commercials. I find his reaction to the AFLAC duck hilarious. I tune out most TV advertising, but I watch every second of the AFLAC ads to watch him. In one of AFLAC’s press releases, they describe Billings’ expression as “his classic baffled look.” I can’t think of a better description.  All of AFLAC’s TV commercials are available for view at the AFLAC website. Incidentally, I recently spent a day in Columbus, Georgia, home of AFLAC. The company was originally called "American Family Life." Columbus claims to have once been the gin capital of the world. (That is "gin" as in cotton-gin manufacturing.)

The other TV-commercial performer that I look forward to seeing is the teenage-girl with braces in the Capital One “What’s In Your Wallet” ads. I don’t know that actress’s name, but her expression as she watches, in open-mouthed awe, as her mom and dad ski down the snowless mountain is perfect. That commercial keeps my attention as well.

I think TV and movie casting directors should seriously consider the Capital-One girl for movie and television roles. Earl Billings already has an impressive list of movie and TV roles.

I also think advertisers would be wise to make commercials humorous to keep us watching (and talking about) their ads.

Classic TV Commercials

Busch "The obnoxious, sociable Ray was one of the funniest characters on TV, and his "You can call me Ray" line was often repeated in everyday conversation."

Watch Ray's "Natural" commercial, the famous "Let Hertz put you in the driver's seat,"  the musical "Brylcreem, a little dab'l do ya, Brycreem, you'll look so debonair," and many more old TV commercials at Classic TV Ads-Just commercials...really old ones.

While you're at "Classic TV Ads," be sure to check out the Margaret Hamilton section.

Just call me "Grapefruit"

  Uss20charles20adams20ddg02 One of the fondest memories of my career in the United States Navy, was during the early 197o's when I served aboard the U.S.S. Charles F. Adams (DDG-2.) "DDG" is the Navy's designation for a guided-missile destroyer. I was the Adam's Chief Signalman.

The Adams spent several months assigned to the North Atlantic Treaty Organization command (N.A.T.O.) During our N.A.T.O. assignment, we traveled and operated with destroyers and frigates from other N.A.T.O. countries including Canada, United Kingdom, Netherlands, Germany, and Portugal. Our ports of call included Halifax, Nova Scotia, the Dutch Indies island of Curacao, and San Juan, Puerto Rico.

The Chief Petty Officers of the various ships became very friendly, and (mostly) overcame our language differences during our many social engagements while we were in ports together. The British ship, HMS Aurora, crew included a chief whose duties included arranging sports events for those times when the ships were not at sea. In an attempt to create camaraderie among the various country's chiefs, he set up a day of sports for us in each port of call. Of course, we "Yanks" didn't know much about cricket, the Brits didn't know the rules of baseball, the Germans didn't have a clue about American football, and nobody could figure out what the Portuguese sailors knew because they spoke little English, and none of us spoke Portuguese.  However, we all had one language in common. All of us fully understood the sailor's international language-- beer drinking to excess. We became great friends over kegs, bottles, and cans of beer. We even managed to find some time to play some sports.

So, during a hot day in San Juan, what started out to be a softball game, evolved to a game of "beer ball." Beer ball is a lot like softball, but requires base runners to down a bottle of beer at each base before proceeding to the next one. Someone got the idea (I think it was one of the Canadians) that runners could be tackled  between bases so that they could be held down while the ball was retrieved to tag them out. I'm not sure anybody kept score. However, it was great fun, and we always looked forward to our next port to play (and drink beer) again. It wasn't long before many of us earned nicknames.

I remember during one game, when I was at bat,  the "bowler" (in true international spirit, we were calling pitchers  "bowlers" and catchers "Wicket Keepers" by this time)  threw me three pitches well outside the strike zone, and un-hitable. The next pitch was a slow arching lobbed ball eye-level height right over the plate.  I really layed into this fat pitch and smashed it. When I hit it, the object exploded sending pulp, seeds, and grapefruit juice all over me, the catcher, and anyone else within ten feet. Between pitches, the pitcher had switched a peeled grapefruit for the softball. The peeled grapefruit was as white as the softball, and just the right size to look like a softball. What a shock! Of course, everybody roared with laughter. From that day forward, I was known as Al "Grapefruit"  Forrest to everyone in the NATO squadron.

Here is one of our softball team rosters:  Download adams.pdf   If any of my old teammates (or opponents) should be reading this, I would love to hear from you.

The chiefs from the Canadian ship, HMCS Skeena, hoped that we would travel to Canada on the cruise. They kept telling us they wanted to teach us how to play broom ball. We never made it to Canada in the winter, so I never learned to play broom ball. I think it is similar to hockey, but played on the ice without skates and with brooms instead of hockey sticks. It probably would have been fun provided there was plenty of beer to keep us warm.

My Latest Blackberry

Helen calls me a "Gadget Geek." Come to think of it, many of my friends call me that too. There must be some truth to that label. Okay, I admit it. My name is "Al" and I'm a techaholic.

In 1982, I bought one of the first IBM PCs. I remember it like it was yesterday: monochrome monitor, two floppy-disk drives, dot-matrix printer, and the latest software for accountants. If I remember correctly, the whole package set me back about $7,000.

7130e_landing Since then, I have been obsessed with tech "toys." I always seem to have to have the latest and greatest cellphone, personal digital assistant, and other device. For the past couple of years, I have been carrying a Blackberry to "stay connected." My current Blackberry is a model 7130e from Verizon Wireless. With this Blackberry, I send and receive email, exchange instant messages with contacts using AOL Instant Messenger, Yahoo! Messenger, and other message services. I also have a (synchronized with my desktop) address book, calendar, and to-do list at my finger tips. With its high-speed data service, I can view websites as well as use it to connect my notebook PC to Verizon's EvDO data service. Although, the Blackberry also functions as a cellphone, I use a separate cellphone for voice service. Looking back at my original IBM PC, it is hard to believe that this Blackberry that fits in my pocket, and connects to the internet from virtually anywhere in the country, is far more powerful than that PC from 1982.

A couple of nights ago, Helen and I were watching a TV show that had an actress that we both recognized as one who had appeared on another series, "Melrose Place" a few years ago. We remembered her "Melrose Place" character as one named "Lexi," but neither of us could remember her real name. So, I pulled out my Blackberry, and opened the (free) program "AskMeNow," and entered the following question: "What was the name of the actress that played Lexi on the TV series, "Melrose Place?" A few minutes later, I received the following reply from AskMeNow: "Lexi Sterling was played by Jamie Luner in Melrose Place." The service is incredible, and except for a small advertisement in their reply, is completely free. AskMeNow also works on cellphones and other devices. You can check it out at AskMeNow - So, what do you want to know?. Of course, you can ask more important questions as well.

I was sad to read of Don Knotts passing

Donknotts1 I was very sad to read that Don Knotts had passed away yesterday. I have very fond memories of him back to the days of  the "Tonight Show" with Steve Allen in the mid fifties. Steve did "man on the street" interviews with a very nervous Don Knotts who played an extremely nervous passerby. My favorite was the time Don played an extremely shaky "K.B. Morrison" who told Steve that he worked in a dynamite plant. When asked what the "K.B." stood for, he replied "kaboom." Other regulars that played men on the street were Louis Nye, whose trademark saying was "Hi-ho Stevereno," Tom Poston (who never remembered his own name,) and Bill Dana as Jose Jimenez. (Bill Dana grew up in my hometown of Quincy, Mass.)

You can read more about Don Knotts' life at Internet Movie Database biography of Don Knotts.

Bobbybenson It wasn't until he died that I discovered that Don Knotts played a part in one of my favorite radio shows. Back in the days before we had television, people listened to dramas on the radio. I remember afternoons, after school,  laying on the living-room floor in front of our console radio (we only had one radio in the house)  listening to "Superman," "The Lone Ranger," and other radio dramas. One of my favorites was "Bobby Benson and the B Bar B." I just learned from his biography that Don Knotts played the Windy Wales character on that series. I hadn't thought of the "B-Bar-B" in years.

A few years later, my dad bought us a television. With "Superman" and other great shows on TV, the radio became something for news and music only.

My Fortieth Super Bowl

1 Okay, this will give away how old I am. Except for a couple of years that I was overseas with the Navy, I have watched every Super Bowl on TV. I remember the excitement of the first Super Bowl game that matched the NFL champion against the upstart AFL champion for the first time. All of us who considered ourselves 'experts' thought that the NFL's Green Bay Packers would blow away the AFL's Kansas City Chiefs. After all, the Green Bay Packers had been in existence since the early 1920's competing in the National Football League, while the Chiefs and the new AFL were established in 1960.

Helmets_jets   On January 15, 1967, Helen and I were in front of our black and white 15" TV to watch the "First World Championship Game," as it was called. Although, Kansas City lost 35-10, they played a respectable game. We were also there in front of our now larger 18", but still black and white TV in 1969, to see the Jets beat Baltimore for the first ever win by an AFL team.  The rest, as they say, is history.

Needless to say, Helen and I were delighted when, in 1993, Jacksonville (our home since 1970) was awarded an NFL franchise.  Helmets_jaguars

We owned season tickets for the first seven years. Now, we continue to be Jags fans, never missing a game on television. We long for the day that they make their first Super Bowl appearance. Being lifelong Red Sox fans, we are very patient, and have complete confidence that next year will be "the year."

Walk the Line (2005)

Link: Walk the Line (2005).

Walk Helen and I went to movies, yesterday. Because we are both fans of Johnny Cash, it was easy to pick the movie to see. "Walk the Line" was playing at our local AMC, at 4:30 PM, so we headed there. When we went to the box office to buy tickets, the electronic schedule of what was playing didn't list "Walk the Line." However, when we went to the window, we didn't have any trouble getting our tickets. I remarked to Helen on our way in, that we might have the theater to ourselves as other movie-goers might not be aware of it. We were surprised to find the auditorium nearly full when we got there. So, even though "Walk the Line' had been playing for several months, it was still drawing crowds.

We both loved the movie.  Joaquin Phoenix was excellent as Johnny Cash. However, I felt that Reese Witherspoon stole the show with her portrayal of June Carter. It's easy for me to see why Reese has been nominated for an Oscar for this role. I would have preferred a little more music, and less coverage of Johnny's drug problems. However, I'm sure they tried to make the movie accurate as well as entertaining. I highly recommend "Walk the line" for fans of country music.

A "Slight" Calendar Modification

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  • Did you ever notice how impractical our calendar is?
  • Do you like long weekends?
  • Do holidays ever seem to come at the wrong time of the week?
  • Do you ever become aggravated that you can't get any work done on a supposedly workday Monday or Friday that falls between a major holiday and a weekend ? (For example the Friday that falls after a Thursday Christmas ?)

If you answered one or more of these questions "yes," then my revised calendar might make sense to you.

As far as I can tell, years and days are the only units on our calendars that make scientific sense. Of course, we all know that the earth completes its trip around the sun in approximately 365.25 days. We would agree that the earth completes each rotation on its axis in about twenty-four hours. However, we use two measures of time that are completely arbitrary. Weeks and months are strictly man made, and could be revised or eliminated. Most would argue that months come in handy as reference points for annual events such as holidays, birthdays and anniversaries. Months are a useful tool, so I would propose that we keep using months. Weeks, as they now exist, on the other hand, are problematic. Why do weeks have to be seven days in length? Who wouldn't prefer a longer weekend? How about some consistency in holidays?

Therefore, I propose a slight revision to our calendar. Okay, "slight" might be understating my case. However, the benefits of an eight-day week, one that would include a three-day weekend EVERY week would overcome most of those objections.

Some might argue that three-day weekends would reduce the number of work days, and therefore man-hours available to complete our jobs. However, if we take into consideration all the days that are officially "work" days, but fall on the days between major holidays and weekends, it is easy to see how much work we actually get done on those days. Having all holidays always occur on the third day of a weekend, would make more sense. Think how much easier both work and personal planning would become under this system.

Therefore, I propose changing our calendar to eight-day weeks, with every holiday occurring on the eighth day of each week. That day would fall after Sunday and before Monday. All Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays would be work days. The banks, post-offices, driver-license offices, etc. would always be open on those days. Saturdays, Sundays, and our new eighth days, would always be off days. All holidays would be assigned to those eighth days. For example Christmas would occur on the third "eighth day" of December. (We will have to come up with a better name for the "eighth" days.)

An occasional "leap week" to compensate for these changes, and to keep our calendars in synchronization would probably be required. However, we have leap years now, and this year we even have a leap second. A leap week here and there shouldn't be a problem. I'll leave that up to the mathematicians to figure out.

Now, to name this new "eighth day." My first thought was to propose we name that day "ALday" in honor of the brilliant person who came up with this idea. However, modesty prohibits me from offering that suggestion. Besides, in order to get a bill through Congress, we would probably have to name that day for a reluctant Congressman to get his or her vote.

I'm sure there are other arguments against an eight day week. However, I believe the benefits outweigh the costs. Please be sure to post your objections and/or comments.

Driving a milk truck !

Rc50002 At the end of my first enlistment, in 1962, I was discharged from the Navy. I tried several jobs during the time I was a civilian. My most memorable employment was driving a milk truck. A small local dairy in Milton, Massachusetts, named Thatcher Farms hired me to deliver milk to their customers. Thatcher Farms was a family-owned business, that delivered milk door-to-door to the local community in and around Boston. They owned a small fleet of Divco "Step 'n Drive" milk trucks similiar to the one in the photo. I drove a 1939 Divco while delivering milk for Thatcher.

Divco called their trucks, "Step 'n Drive" for a good reason. In order to enable the driver to make quick entry to and exit from the truck, each Divco had sliding doors on each side of the truck. To drive, a person would remain standing at the steering wheel, while operating three pedals with his two feet. The accelerator pedal was not a pedal at all. It was a small button on the floor where the driver's right foot was positioned. To apply pressure to this button, the driver would use the toes of his right foot while he kept most of his weight on the heel of his right foot.

The driver was essentially, standing on his right foot and holding the steering wheel with his left hand while his left foot (and leg) were busy operating the clutch and foot brake pedal. His right hand was used to shift gears with the large floor-mounted gear shift lever.

The clutch and foot brake were in a single pedal that the driver operated with his left foot. In order to completely release the clutch, the driver's left leg would be raised into a position where his upper leg was parallel to the floor. As that pedal was pushed toward the floor, it would disengage the gears for about half its vertical path. At the half way point, the brakes would start to be applied. If this pedal was pushed quickly all the way to the floor, the pedal would stick, and the parking brakes would be applied. Thus, the driver could pull up to a customer's house, quickly engage the parking brakes, and jump out of the truck with a wire milk-basket carrying several bottles of milk in his hands.

Needless to say, it took some practice to get accustomed to driving while standing on one foot. Of course, one had to have pretty good balance to operate the standard shift, steering wheel, etc. while driving up and down the hills and rounding the curves around Boston.

As a new driver, I was told many stories of the times that drivers had fallen out of their trucks while attempting to make turns, climb hills, and shift gears with their doors open. I guess some of those stories were true. Luckily, I managed to avoid that problem.

(The trucks also contained a large tiller that the driver could use with his right hand, to gradually apply the breaks without applying the clutch while descending hills.)

I drove the Thatcher Farms milk truck during the months of November and December of 1962. Remember, Massachusetts is pretty cold during those months. We had to be careful that our cargo didn't freeze. (If I remember correctly, milk starts freezing at 30 degrees F.) Of course, the back of the trucks weren't heated, so we placed blankets over the milk bottles to keep them warmer. Another factor that helped prevent the milk from freezing was the vibration of the truck. Divco's had four-cylinder engines that shook the whole truck. It takes a lower temperature to freeze a liquid that is being shaken. However, I can remember at least a couple of occasions, when, while driving that truck, I would hear loud explosion-like sounds, as frozen milk bottles exploded in the back of my truck. Boston gets pretty cold in December!

After a couple of months of this, the Navy started looking much better. So, In January, 1963, I re-enlisted in the Navy, and headed for Brooklyn Navy Yard to report to the destroyer, U.S.S. Putnam. I guess I preferred a cold signal bridge to a cold milk truck.

Send yourself a time-capsule email in 20 years !

Link: The E-Mail Time Capsule - Forbes.com.

"Most time capsules involve cramming stuff into a metal box and burying it in a hole in the ground. It's a method that works --but it's so primitive. What if you could write an email to yourself, and be assured of receiving it twenty years in the future?

"That's what we've done with this email time capsule. Simply fill out the fields below, decide how long you want the capsule to be sealed for, and hit send. We'll do our best to make sure the message gets delivered. "

Of course, my first question is "Who keeps the same email address for twenty years?" I guess it's worth a shot, though. A person my age should probably select one of the shorter time-periods.

EphemeraNow > The Retro Image Archive

Link: EphemeraNow > The Retro Image Archive.

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If you remember the 1950's, this site is definitely worth a browse! I guarantee some of the images at that site will bring back memories.

In Her Shoes (2005)

Link: In Her Shoes (2005).

Shoes Helen and I went to the movies, this past Saturday. As usual, I made a list of films that I thought we both would like from the movies showing at our favorite theater. I exclude the ones that just opened this weekend, as they are usually crowded. Also, I pick showings around 4 PM, as those are the showtimes we prefer.

Out of that list, Helen picked "In Her Shoes." There is no better way to describe this movie than the pharase "chick flick." However, I have to admit that I enjoyed it too. Like many chick flicks, this movie has something for the guys too. In this case, it was more than scenes of Cameron Diaz in skimpy clothing. The story was very entertaining as well as believable. Shirley MacLaine still "has it" playing the girls' grandmother. I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. Of course, Helen loved it too. We give it two thumbs up!

Some famous people I've met

Butler36  Last night, Helen asked me the name of fairly well-known football player that I had met. It turns out she was referring to Leroy Butler, who played safety for the Green Bay Packers and is a Jacksonville native. I never actually met him in person, but had talked with him on the phone once. As an accountant, I had done the books for a salon that he owned. I worked with Leroy's uncle who actually ran the salon.

That made me think about some of the famous (and not-so-famous) people I have met over the years. When I was in my early teens, I received piano lessons from a Miss Jones who lived on South Central Avenue, in Wollaston. Wollaston is the section of Quincy, Massachusetts, where I grew up. My mother still lives in the house where I spent my sixth through 17th years. At age 17, I enlisted in the navy.

Fame_dewolfe   Each year, my piano teacher held a recital to show off her students progress. One year, a special guest attended our recital. That guest was Miss Jone's nephew, Billy De Wolfe. He had appeared in a number of movies and television series as well as making guest appearances on Ed Sullivan's show and "The Tonight Show." You can read more about Mr. De Wolfe at Internet Movie Database. I don't think his presence impressed any of the students. I had never heard of him. Later, when I saw him on TV, I would tell anybody who would listen that I had met him.

One of my assignments in the navy, was serving on the staff of Comander Cruiser-Destroyer Flotilla 12, in Mayport, Florida. As a staff member, I  worked on various ships that served as the admiral's flagship from time to time. One of those ships that was frequently the Admiral's flagship was the cruiser U.S.S. Albany. One of the Albany's officers with whom I came in frequent contact was a Lt. (JG) Eisenhower, who was the grandson of the 34th President of The United States, and the husband of Julie Nixon Eisenhower, the daughter of the 37th President of The United States.

Later in my career, I spent a couple of weeks of "R & R" in Palma, Mallorca, Spain. While in Palma, I spent (probably too much) time in a bar owned by Curt Flood, a former major league baseball player. Curt Flood was most famous for challenging baseball's reserve clause, the provision that bound a player to a single team as long as that team wished to retain him. (I believe the actual language bound the player "in perpetuity" to that team.) Curt Flood refused to be traded by the Cardinals, left baseball, but is considered a trailblazer in that he was the first player to challenge that reserve cause. After leaving baseball, Curt owned and operated that bar that was popular with American serviceman. We all became quite friendly with Mr. Flood. I also drank in a bar, in Naples, owned by Lucky Luciano. However, I never had the 'pleasure' of meeting Mr. Luciano.

Billy_w Another baseball player, that is still a friend of mine, is Billy Wynne. In the 1970's, Bill pitched for the New York Mets, California Angels, and Chicago White Sox. A few years ago, the local Jacksonville newspaper did an article covering former major leaguers who live in our area. The reporter asked each of those former major league ballplayers what was their biggest thrill of their baseball careers. Bill Wynne's answer was that he pitched a complete game in the majors.

Another accounting client of mine was Tres Amigos, a Mexican Restaurant in Jacksonville Beach. One of the partners owning that restaurant was a former NFL wide receiver, Mark Mcgrath. Mark was a member of the Super-Bowl Winning 1983 Washington Redskins team. Mark let me hold his Super Bowl Ring for a couple of minutes. What a thrill that was! That was the heaviest piece of jewelry I have ever held.

"Wait Until Next Year" Red Sox Fans

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I have been a Red Sox fan since the 1940's. I grew up in Quincy, Massachusetts, and almost everyone I knew was a fan. When I was in grammar school at Wollaston School, I walked about eight blocks to school every day. During baseball season, I would add a couple of extra blocks to my route in order to go to school via Brook Street, where other boys my age were divided between Red Sox fans, one on side of the street, and Braves fans on the other. We Red Sox fans always outnumbered the Braves' kids by about two to one. In 1948, the Braves went to the World Series, while the Red Sox had a typical "wait until next" year. Even though our team wasn't as good, we still outnumbered the Braves' kids. A few years later, the Braves moved to Milwaukee.

My grandfather lived across the street from Wollaston School. During baseball season, he would sit on his front porch, listening to the Red Sox game on the radio. I can still close my eyes and hear Curt Gowdy's commentary, and smell the smoke from my grandfather's pipe as I walk up to grandpa's house. I would always stop and say hello to him (and check the score) on my way home from school. Sometimes, I could hear grandpa's snoring as I approached his house. He would wake up as soon as he heard my steps on the wooden porch. I never figurd out how he knew the score even though he was napping.

While in the navy, I was stationed in San Diego from 1967 to 1970. Helen and I went to the first-ever (National League) San Diego Padre game on April 8, 1969. The Padres beat the Houston Astros, that day. Of course, we were Padre fans. We even went to a Padre spring training game or two in Yuma, Arizona. When we moved to Florida, in 1970, the Braves who were now in Atlanta, were the "local" team. So, I followed the Braves for years. In my heart though, the Red Sox were always "my team."

After leading their division for most of the year, the Red Sox made it to the playoffs as a "wild card" this year. Their first opponents were the Chicago White Sox. The White Sox eliminated the Red Sox from the playoffs, last night. So, all of us citizens of Red Sox Nation, won't get to repeat as World Champions.

But, wait until next year!

The loves of my life

I couldn't go too far with my posts without including the three "people" closest to me.

Hel_dogs This is a recent photo of my wife, Helen, and our two Shetland Sheepdogs (Shelties,) Ringo and Annie. Ringo is seven years old, and Annie is four.

I spend a lot of time working at my desk, at home. My office is a room addition on the back of the house. So, I spend many days with Ringo and Annie. Our back yard is fenced so, in good weather, they are outside my office door sleeping, barking at the neighbors lawnmower, or roaming the yard. They also spend a great deal of time with me, in my office. Frequently, I have to step around them as they sleep when I am walking over to the copier or printer. They are great company for me.

Helen and I have known each other for over 45 years. We have been married to each other twice, and have three daughters and six grandchildren in the area.

I got my Ham license !

I have wanted to get an amateur-radio license for years. I was a signalman in the navy, and the navy permanently "programed me" with Morse Code, so I thought the test wouldn't be too hard.

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After some research, I realized that I didn't need Morse Code for the type of Ham operating that I wanted to do. The FCC has changed the rules over the years, and Morse Code was only required for high-frequency priveleges. As I only intend to use shorter range VHF and UHF local communications, I obtained the lowest level FCC amateur license, which is called "Technician." The test did require quite a bit of study of electrical circuits, radio technology, procedures, rules, and laws. The ham tests are administered by licensed amateur "volunteer examiners."

So, after quite a few hours of self study, one Saturday morning, I drove to Orange Park High School, and passed the technician exam.

Several days later, I checked the FCC website, and my callsign was posted. From now on, I will be known as "KI4LUV" to other hams.

My next step was to buy a "rig." (Hams call their radios "rigs.") I wanted something that was pretty flexible in that it could be used anywhere rather than a non-portable base station or a mobile (semi permanently installed my car.) So, I bought an "HT," or handheld unit. Handhelds can be operated anywhere as they are completely self-contained. That is, they include an antenna and are powered by a built-in battery pack.

Here is a photo of my new Icom 32A, handheld UHF/VHF transceiver.

I will be driving to Massachusetts next week. Of course, I will take my new rig with me. I may stop overnight in Johnson City, Tennessee, to attend a meeting of a ham club in that city.

I have been to  a couple meetings of a local, Jacksonville Beaches, area ham club. I want to learn as much as I can about my new hobby. I will probably join that club when I get back to town.

You may be wondering why I would be driving near Tennessee on my trip from Jacksonville, Florida, to the Boston area. I have grown tired of driving through Washington, DC., Baltimore, the New Jersey Turnpike, New York City, etc., and I've discovered its not too many more miles to cut over to Interstate 81, and drive a much more pleasant trip through Virginia, Pennsylvania, etc. Actually, when you compare the drive times, it is only a few extra hours. To include Johnson City, Tennessee, adds a couple more hours, but it brings me through an area that is beautiful especially in the fall.

Check back in a couple of weeks for more details about my trip and my new radio.

My First Post

Firstpost       Okay, I decided to give a blog a try.

For the past couple of years, I have hosted several websites. My two wireless-technology related sites were a lot of fun (and work.) I never could seem to get them off the ground. The forums were designed to bring in visitors and members who would contribute content, and conversations. I had a dozen or so persons that volunteered to help out, but they soon lost interest when they realized that there were only a couple of us participating. We did get tons of visitors, but very few of them even bothered to join, much less enter into discussions. I also hoped to generate at least enough revenue to pay for the hosting. I thought the relevant links to Amazon.com, would bring us some Amazon commissions. After all, Amazon sells nearly everything at very competitive prices. We did generate a few commissions, but not nearly enough to cover the costs of web-hosting.

I also had a family site. That site contained family-history information, photos, and more. After a few years with that site, I discovered that other family members seldom visited much less provided content for that site.

So, this weblog is just for me. If anybody else visits, and gets any pleasure from it, that is great! However, I don't have any false expectations. I will keep it up as long as I enjoy it.

My Photo

Jacksonville Beach

Why I Love The South

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    Helen and I grew up in the heart of the land of The Pilgrims, Quincy, Massachusetts. After enlisting, the Navy sent me to Norfolk, Virginia, where I spent the better part of five years. In 1970, we moved to Jacksonville Beach, Florida, where we have lived ever since. As a young 18 year-old sailor from New England, I experienced quite a culture shock when first visiting the South. Over the years, I have learned to love living in Dixie. Although, I didn't personally photograph the subjects here, they well represent, the culture of the South.
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