Whatever the time of year, the two best times of the day are sunrise, and sunset. This morning it's humid, and the trees are dripping big drops of condensation, as if it were raining. There's no sound at all, out in the woods. I suppose later in the day we'll have thunderstorms and rain, that's the prediction, anyway.
Yesterday was a strange kind of day. We didn't want to just stay home, so we went on an excursion. First, to the library so my wife could turn in some books and check out some more. Then over to the big multiplex cinema on the mountain side, to see a movie. The only one they were showing that looked even a little interesting was this one:
My wife likes Mark Wahlberg, and I have enjoyed some of his shows, so we thought it would be ok.
When we got to the theater, there was a huge line. They had one ticket counter open (for six cinemas) , and some ladies from Florida were having a problem. They had bought their tickets from some third party outfit, on line, but the codes they got wouldn't work. So we all stood there, with the time for the movie getting closer and closer, while they argued and fussed with the ticket counter clerk.
Finally, five minutes before the movie started, a manager came and got it straightened out. I know that kind of thing happens , but I hate being late and it aggravated me.
Then, as I sat through the interminable previews of inane shows you couldn't pay me to go see, on the screen pops the hideous visage of Jabba the Jackass, also known as Michael Moore. The preview was of some new movie this Cintus Supremos is apparently coming out with.
The theater wasn't crowded, and it only holds about 50 people max, but almost all the people in there were the "Hawaiian shirt , Bermuda shorts, and sandals" crowd that infests that particular area. The movie is clearly another of Moore's rigged, staged B.S. propaganda fests, and it's aimed at President Trump and the people who support him. The audience started to titter and chuckle as Sluggo dumped his vitriol on people just like me, in his interviews.
Can you imagine paying your money to see a movie, and having to sit through this first, while a bunch of Sheeple tee-hee and act like idiots?
It tripped my wire, and I said very loudly " if they show this piece of crap by this assh*le, I'm never coming in this Goddamned place again." I suppose that was juvenile behavior, but I paid good money to relax, and then that happens.
The theater got deadly quiet. I expect all the the poofters in there were waiting for me to jump up and mow them all down. If that's what they thought, then good. I wasn't armed with anything more dangerous than popcorn, but at least it shut them up.
The movie itself was awful. Don't waste your money. There's no plot to speak of, there are holes in the plot a mile wide, and in the end, they just set up for a sequel, leaving everything hanging in the air. I know I've paid to see worse movies, but I just can't remember when.
When we came out of the movie, my wife said " I'm sure they won't show that film up here."
I hope she's right. They don't show any of the movies I want to see, like "Beirut" or "Entebbe", because the manager says "there's no interest." There better not be any interest in one of Moore's screeds, either. There are lots of people up here who feel the same way I do about that tub of lard, and they won't set foot in the business again if that movie gets screen time.
Then we went to our favorite restaurant, up on a mountain overlooking the lake. It's expensive, but it is a nice, quiet place and the food is good. Afterwards, we made stops at a couple of grocery stores and a pharmacy, and came on home.
When we got home, we got a phone call from my sister in law. My wife's brother, Mark, had passed away. A few months ago, they found out he had brain tumors, and there was nothing they could do for him. It will take my wife awhile to get over that, because she really loved him. He was a good guy. I've not known many people who never said anything bad about anyone, but he was one of those people.
Mark was a chemical engineer. He retired just a few years ago, so he didn't get to enjoy retirement long. Like my wife, he was raised in Nigeria and Niger, at mission schools. He got drafted towards the end of the Vietnam war, but got a bad conduct discharge. Anybody who was around him for ten minutes would have been able to figure out he wouldn't make it as a soldier. He just didn't live in the real world, was always thinking about abstract things, and often oblivious to what was going on around him. They gave him a BCD for wandering off from the base, for not "conforming" and for just generally being out of sync with everybody else. He should have gotten an "admin discharge" but it was Vietnam times.
He worked on oil rigs in Nigeria for a few years, went to school to get his degree, and then spent the rest of his life in laboratories, where he was happiest. He went through two wives before he found one that was attuned to his personality.
I really liked the guy. He's the only one in my wife's family, besides my mother in law, that I ever really did like. Mark believed in heaven, so I hope he's up there somewhere.
I don't have any plans for the rest of the day. Maybe a walk at the lake, and spend the rest of the day reading. I'm working may way through Dale Brown's 25+ book series , the one that starts out with "Flight of the Old Dog." They aren't great books, but the local library system is running out of series on subjects that interest me. Brown was an F111 crewman for 12 years, so where the plots may be a bit sketchy, at least the technical aspects ring true.
The only fast mover I ever flew was a TA-4 Skyhawk, and that was with a buddy in the backseat who was basically giving me a joyride. That was at NAS Kingsville, which probably doesn't even exist anymore.
Most of these books were written back in the 1990's and early 2000's, so they are kind of outdated and take place in situations that never actually developed.
Still, they're good stories. I find it hard to believe that Air Force officers are actually as undisciplined as the book portrays them, but then Brown was in that arena for a long time, and he should know.
I'm glad the library will get these for me, because even if bought the Kindle editions, there are so many books that the cost would be high. Using the computer, I can order the books from my house, then just pick them up at the library when they email that my "holds" are in.
The TA-4 was a really great aircraft to fly, even if I only got a couple of hours in one, and that as a "guest." They're long gone now, of course.
The aircraft I liked flying the most was the T-28 Trojan, and they're gone too. By 1975, the Trojan was the closest you could come to a WW2 Navy fighter. I flew the T-28 in VT-6, out of NAS Whiting. Nothing else , fixed wing or rotary, ever came near it for sheer joy.
I've already posted most of my T-28 pictures on the blog, but for old times sake, I'll stick this one on here.
And here's another odd thing, related to those times. When the T-28 was phased out, and replaced by the T-34C, most of the aircraft were destroyed in crash crew training exercises. But a few were preserved for museums, and there's one hanging from the ceiling in the NAS Pensacola Naval Aviation Museum. That aircraft was in VT-6 and I flew it many times. Makes me feel strange to see it hanging in a museum.
Well, enough reminiscing. I'm bad about doing that on Sunday morning, it's my reflective day of the week. It's been 42 years since I flew a T-28.
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There really wasn't much to say today. I hope it will be quiet, and peaceful. Sunday is my favorite day of the week. I try not to do anything non-essential in terms of working around the place on Sunday. Maybe I''ll hook Percy up to his harness and let him play in the meadow for awhile before it gets too hot.
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Gratuitous Gun Video: Tennessee Volunteer Arms Commando MK. III
I've got one of these Thompson copies. I bought it used, at a gun shop, back in 1989. It had jamming problems, so I got it cheap. Turned out to be the feed ramp needed minimal polishing and the magazine they had in it was worn out. Tennessee Volunteer Arms was a little mom and pop type business, not around long. The gun takes Grease Gun mags, not Thompson mags. Back when I bought it, Grease Gun magazines were plentiful and cheap. Not so much, now.
It fires the .45 ACP round, and is semi-automatic. About the only time I've used this is when bears used to come up to the house, and I'd fire it over their heads. They didn't care a damn, and just ignored me.