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Still Alive......

2012-02-14T08:06:00.000-08:00

School is over and with two degrees in hand I am seeking work as a Drafter in the Mechanical Engineering sector.

Yup, I'm still alive,

Reach

Ugg,,,,School....

2010-07-29T10:41:00.000-07:00

Last night brought a mid-term in Business writing 105- I hate boundaries when I write. I do realize the importance of practice and this is the best medium. I've said in the past, and I shall say again, I really need to pick this up again. If not for practice, then to vent my frustrations.

Reach

Happy Valentine's Day

2010-02-14T08:50:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

OK, you Two who follow my thoughts these days- and I thank you.

Today my GF and I will taking her dog down to San Diego, more specifically Balboa Park, to enjoy the sun and other dog-owners. Packing a lunch, making a day of it, and forgetting about this past week.

I wish you all a bright, warm, and care-free day.

Be Safe,

Reach

Still Alive

2010-02-04T08:18:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

With the school week at the close and the Super Bowl right around the corner, I just wanted to say "Hello" and I am still here. Next week I will be getting the Microsoft Office pack, so I will be able to work and save thoughts for future posts. As of now, I am still "free-writing" each post. I prefer to rewrite my posts, thus having the pack installed will be a great advantage.

I had purchased a computer through Best Buy with the insurance. The Motherboard died and that is when I realize the horrible coverage Best Buy offered their customers. It appears, one MUST read the fine print prior to any purchase, where the prospective customer would understand "Best Buy does NOT stand behind the products they offer".

They were to replace my computer with an equally operating machine. Not true! My first computer was purchased so I could edit movies utilizing Adobe Premier. My replacement could not operate Premier, plus any software on the previous was not covered and I lost all of MS Office. I explained my original reasons for the initial purchase to the store manager, who could care less. So, here I sit with Vista64 and it SUCKS.

Anyway, I'm still alive as school is going well and I am having fun.

Be Safe,

Reach

State of Union Address

2010-01-28T12:58:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

Yes, I watched last night's State of the Union Address. I felt the President spoke well and remained personable through-out while addressing our current issues. I liked what I heard; unfortunately, I felt many points arrived from illusion.

My extended family owns/operates a telecommunications company and is completely feeling the recession through sales and installations. I'm certain they will feel better now that the President and Congress believe the "Worst of the storm has passed." I know they will feel comfort in the success of the Recovery Act, as the President stated, "Talk to the small business in Phoenix (Arizona) that will triple its workforce", or, "the window manufacturer in Philadelphia" as they added two more shifts. President Obama continued, "Talk to the single teacher raising two kids who was told by her principle in the last week of school that because of the Recovery Act, she wouldn't be laid off after all." Sounds nice, but these situations are too far from the homes and businesses I know. Currently Southern California School Boards are considering placing advertisements in, on, and around school properties in order to supplement funds so they will not be forced to lay-off the educators.

As for the Community College and University problems- do they really not know that tuition is soaring all over the country? Honestly, a $10,000 tax credit for four years will not cover most major institutions; or is he referring to the $250,000 a year, middle-class.

I'm retired military and do not know many, if any, military members who are middle-class. I guess the President and Congress are happy to know a majority of the United States Military members are considered low-income, or poor. To me, I only hear, "You can give your life in defending our country but we just have too much money to mismanage, before sending it your way." As a part of the VA system, I can say they are doing much better in helping those in need. Just "much better", the VA is not fully up to speed in perfect health care but I guess nobody else is perfect and so the VA is doing OK. As for the Gays in the military, why doesn't the Congress take off their blinders and realize there are already Gays in the military. Rather than work equality within, and without, the military we first give them full citizenship and make every aspect of their lives equal to being an American Citizen. Yes, I went there! Religion! Religious or not, if any individual desires their place in Heaven it will not be pending any other person's marital status, religious belief, or life-style. Accountability begins within each of us and every religion teaches the love of others.

When the President said, take the $30 billion repaid by the banks to help small business I was more than happy. Then, I wondered about the interest. Did we [the people] loan money to the banks without interests? Are we [the people] that dumb? Does this make sense to anybody? We cannot borrow money from a bank without repaying interest, so why does it not reciprocate? If the banks need money, we [the people] should make some profit. After all, every bank will tell you that PROFIT is why they are in the business of lending MONEY.

I am not writing this to be critical of the President of the United States. I respect the position, the office, and the man; after all, he is doing a job that I refuse to do. I've not walked in his shoes, nor he in mine. I do not claim to have the answers. I began thinking of this post when I heard him say, "A novel concept". "It's time to try something new", said our President and here I hope to present it.

Dear Mr. President,

I'm certain you will never read or see this, but I would suggest this to Congress. If you (Congress) cannot come to a full and comprehensive agreement on the issues plaguing our nation, your pay will be reduced to a point equal to, or 1% greater than your productivity. As an example, if the President calls for a decreasing unemployment rate and Congress fails the goal within the reasonably allotted time, your individual pay will be reduced by the percentage equal to the current unemployment rate. Additionally, your salary deduction will be increased by 25% for every month beyond any deadlines.

Respectfully,

Reach

Ladies and Gentlemen, I will make every effort in posting once again. Also, I will, from this point forward, try to avoid politics.

Be Safe,

Reach

A New start

2010-01-23T11:01:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

I know I've lost much of my blogger friends, as in not as many visits these days.

So, here is an update.

Many of you know that I was in the United States Air Force- I have since retired. I consider myself lucky because I was medically injured during Operation Iraqi Freedom and the Office of the Surgeon General, upon case review, determined a medical discharge was in order. My case went as far as the Secretary of the Air Force, who determined I should be allowed to complete my enlistment followed by an Honorable Discharge.

Due to my injuries, I could not follow my dream career and the VA has since taken over my case and Career Rehabilitation to begin.

I am in school and working toward a degree in Design Engineering.

For the past year, I have had many ideas to post in this forum; however, time and availability have hindered my desires. I have not forgotten and do plan future posts.

Therefore, please know I have not completely given in and will return on a more regular basis.

Be Safe and enjoy 2010.

Reach

How to drive in Phoenix

2008-06-13T11:11:00.000-07:00

1. You must first learn to pronounce the city name. It is 'FEE-NICKS'.

2. The morning rush hour is from 5:00 am to noon. The evening rush hour is from noon until 7:00 pm. Friday's rush hour starts on Thursday morning.

3. The minimum acceptable speed on most freeways is 85 mph. On Loop 101, your speed is to match the highway number. Anything less is considered a 'wuss'.

4. Forget the traffic rules you learned elsewhere. Phoenix has its own version of traffic rules. For example, cars/trucks with the loudest muffler go first at a four-way stop; the trucks with the biggest tires go second. However, East Valley, SUV-driving, cell phone-talking moms ALWAYS have the right of way.

5. If you actually stop at a yellow light, you will be rear ended, cussed out, and possibly shot.

6. Never honk at anyone, NEVER; this offense is another that will get you shot, seriously!

7. Road construction is permanent and continuous in Phoenix. The relocating of detour barrels during the middle of the night is for your entertainment pleasure, to make the next day's drive more exciting.

8. Watch carefully for road hazards such as drunks, skunks, dogs, barrels, cones, cows, horses, cats, mattresses, shredded tires, squirrels, rabbits, crows, vultures, roadrunners, and the coyotes feeding on any of these items.

9. Maricopa Freeway, Papago Freeway, and the 'I-10' are the same road. SR-202 is the same road as The Red Mountain FWY. Dunlap and Olive is the same street, too. Jefferson becomes Washington, but they are not the same street.

I-17 also called The Black Canyon Freeway, as well as, The Veterans Memorial Highway, and if all that is not enough to remember, SR-51 has recently been renamed Piestewa Freeway because Squaw Peak Parkway was too easy pronounce.

SR-101 is also the Pima FWY, except west of I-17, which is also The Black Canyon FWY, and The Veterans Memorial HWY, west of I-17, it is known as the Agua Fria FWY. Lastly, Thunderbird Rd. becomes Cactus Rd., but Cactus Rd. does not become Thunderbird Rd. because it dead-ends at a mountain.

10. If someone actually has their turn signal on, wave them to the shoulder immediately to let them know it has been 'accidentally activated.

11. If you are in the left lane and only driving 70 in a 55-65 mph zone, considered a road hazard, you will be 'flipped off' accordingly. If you return the flip as a gesture of courtesy, you will be shot.

12. For summer driving, it is advisable to wear potholders on your hands.

Otherwise,

Be Safe,

Reach

Aunt Karen

2008-06-12T10:22:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

Here is a joke for the day....

The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment, “Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it”.

The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.
Ashley said, "My father's a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the car when we hit a big bump in the road and all the eggs went flying, broke, and made a mess.

"What's the moral of the story?" asked the teacher.
"Don't put all your eggs in one basket!"

"Very good," said the teacher.

Next little Sarah raised her hand and said, "Our family are farmers also however we raise chickens for the meat market”. We had a dozen eggs one time, but when they hatched, we only got ten live chicks, and the moral to this story is, "don't count your chickens before they are hatched”.

“That was a fine story Sarah,” said the teacher. Michael, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes, my daddy told me this story about my Aunt Karen. She was a flight engineer in the Gulf War and her plane was hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whisky, a machine gun, and a machete. She drank the whisky on the way down so it would not break! Aunt Karen landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. She killed seventy of them with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets. Then, she killed twenty more with the machete until the blade broke. Finally she killed the last ten with her bare hands."

"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "what kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?"

Michael said, "Stay the hell away from Aunt Karen when she's been drinking".

Best Buy = Worst Policy

2008-06-12T09:06:00.000-07:00

Hello all,

The following is a repost, word for word, from another blog and while I do not have a vast reader base, I would like to do my part in getting this message out.

Thank you,

Reach

Do you shop at Best Buy? I do/have. I may be rethinking that practice. I just got the following in an email, and I thought it is something everyone should know. I'm emailing it to non-blog friends, too. This is stunning!

~ ~ ~ ~

After reading this and looking up all the info, I will now read selling disclosures a little closer

BEST BUY, MY FOOT

Best Buy has some bad policies....

Normally, I would not share this with others, however, since this could happen to you or your friends , I decided to share it. If you purchase something from, Wal-Mart, Sam's Club, JC Penny, Sears etc. and you return the item with the receipt they will give you your money back if you paid cash, or credit your account if paid by plastic.

Well, I purchased a GPS for my car, a Tom Tom XL.S from 'Best Buy'. They have a policy that it must be returned within 14 days for a refund!

So after 4 days I returned it in the original box with all the items in the box, with paper work and cords all wrapped in the plastic. Just as I received it, including the receipt.

I explained to the lady at the return desk I did not like the way it could not find store names. The lady at the refund desk said, there is a 15% restoc k fee, for items returned. I said no one told me that. I said how much would that be. She said it goes by the price of the item. It will be $45.00 Dollars for you. I said, all your going to do is walk over and place it back on the shelf then charge me $45.00 of my money for restocking? She said that's the store policy. I said if more people were aware of it they would not buy anything here! If I bought a $2000.00 computer or TV and returned it I would be charged $300.00 dollars restock fee? She said yes, 15%.

I said OK, just give me my money minus the restock fee.

She said, since the item is over $200.00 dollars, she can't give me my money back!!!

Corporate has to and they will mail you a check in 7 to ten days.!! I said 'WHAT?!'

It's my money!! I paid in cash! I want to buy a different brand..Now I have to wait 7 to 10 days. She said well, our policy is on the back of your receipt.

I said, do you read the front or back of your receipt? She s aid well, the front! I said so do I, I want to talk to the Manager!.

So the manager comes over, I explained everything to him, and he said, well, sir they should of told you about the policy when you got the item. I said, No one, has ever told me about the check refund or restock fee, whenever I bought items from computers to TVs from Best Buy. The only thing they ever discussed was the worthless extended warranty program. He said Well, I can give you corporate phone number.

I called corporate. The guy said, well, I'm not supposed to do this but I can give you a 45.00 dollar gift card and you can use it at Best Buy. I told him if I bought something and returned it, you would charge me a restock fee on the item and then send me a check for the remaining 3 dollars. You can keep your gift card, I'm never shopping in Best Buy ever again, and if I would of been smart, I would of charged the whole thing on my credit card! Then I would of canceled the transaction.

I would of gotten all my money back including your stupid fees! He didn't say a word!

I informed him that I was going to e-mail my friends and give them a heads up on this stores policy, as they don't tell you about all the little caveats.

So please pass this on. It may save your friends from having a bad experience of shopping at Best Buy

It's true! read it for yourself!! Best Buys return policy

The proof is in the pudding

The Pondering Pump, Part I

2008-06-03T12:46:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

I recieved an email and wanted to share the following.

SOMETHING AMERICANS SHOULD PONDER AS THEY PUMP GAS IN THEIR AUTOMOBILES AND DRIVE DOWN THE ROADWAYS...........................

Dubai in 1990

The same street in 2003

2006

Dubai is said to currently have 15-25% of all the world's cranes.

The Dubai Waterfront, when completed will become the largest waterfront development in the world .

All of this built in the last 5 years, including that island that looks like a palm tree.

The Palm Islands in Dubai utilized new Dutch dredging technology to create these massive man made islands. These are the largest artificial islands in the world and can be seen from space.

Upon completion, the resort will have 2,000 villas, 40 luxury hotels, shopping centers, movie theaters, and many other facilities. Expected to support a population of approximately 500,000 people and advertised as being visible from the moon.

The World Islands are 300 artificially created islands in the shape of the world, where each island will have an estimated cost of $25-30 million.

The Burj al-Arab hotel in Dubai is considered the only '7 star' hotel and the most luxurious hotel in the world, as it stands on an artificial island in the sea.

Hydropolis, the world's first 'modern' underwater hotel, built entirely in Germany, then assembled in Dubai, has a scheduled completion by 2009 after many delays.

The Burj Dubai; construction began in 2005 and is expected to be complete by 2008. At an estimated height of over 800 meters, it will easily be world's tallest building when finished- It will be almost 40 percent taller than the current tallest building, the Yaipei 101.

The Pondering Pump, Part II

2008-06-03T12:13:00.001-07:00

This is what downtown Dubai will look like around 2008-2009, with more than 140 stories of the Burj Dubai having completion. It is already the world’s tallest man made structure and scheduled completion still not for at least another year.

The Al Burj, will be the centerpiece of the Dubai Waterfront, once completed will take over the title of the tallest structure in the world from the Burj Dubai.

Recently it was announced that the final height of this tower is set at 1200 meters, making it more than 30 percent taller than the Burj Dubai and three times as tall as the Empire State Building.

The Burj al Alam, or The World Tower, upon completion will rank as the world's highest hotel and expected to be finished by 2009. At 480 meters, it will only be 28 meters shorter than the Taipei 101.

The Palm Jumeirah, the Trump International Hotel & Tower is the centerpiece to one of the palm islands.

Dubailand will be twice the size as the currently the largest amusement park collection in the world, Walt Disney World Resort in Orlando, which is also the largest single-site employer in the United states with 58,000 employees.

Dubailand, built on 3 billion square feet (107 square miles) at an estimated $20 billion price tag, is purported to include 45 mega projects and 200 hundred other smaller projects.

Dubai Sports City is a huge collection of sports arenas located in Dubailand.

Currently, the Walt Disney World Resort is the #1 tourist destination in the world. Once fully completed, Dubailand will take over the title of #1 with expectations of daily visitors reaching 200,000.

The Dubai Marina is an entirely man made development that will contain over 200 High-Rise buildings when finished. It will be home to some of the tallest residential structures in the world. The completed first phase of the project shown, as most of the other high rise buildings will be finished by 2009-2010.

The Dubai Mall will be the largest shopping mall in the world with over 9 million square feet of shopping, occupying approximately 1000 stores, and completed sometime in 2008.

Ski Dubai, already open, is the largest indoor skiing facility in the world; this is a rendered image of another future indoor skiing facility is being planned.

Some of the tallest buildings in the world, such as Ocean Heights and the Princess Tower, which will be the largest residential building in the world at over a 100 stories, will line the Dubai Marina. The UAE Spaceport would be the first spa seaport in the world if construction ever gets under way.

Additionally, The Dubai Metro system, once completed, will become the largest fully automated rail system in the world. The Dubai World Central International Airport will become the largest airport in size when it is completed, and will eventually become the busiest airdrome in the world, based on passenger volume. Finally, there are more construction workers in Dubai than there are actual citizens.

The Pondering Pump, Part III

2008-06-03T10:34:00.000-07:00

THE PREVIOUS GIVES AN INCENTIVE TOWARD FUEL CONSERVATION, DOESN'T IT????
Gas rationing in the 80's worked even though we grumbled about it. It might even be good for us, as some OPEC members are boycotting American goods. Should we return the favor?

Consider the economic condition of our country with increasing food and housing prices, the result of fuel costs. Americans are finding tough times in just remaining in their homes, yet other countries are greatly profiting from our misfortunes. Yet, organizations continually, and systematically, are doing everything in their power to further a recession and break down our country- all for profit! Furthermore, we continue to be controlled.

I say, "Let's take back the control."

Every time you fill up the car, you can avoid putting more money into the coffers of these middle eastern companies. This alliance does not have the control, they want the world to think. Just buy gasoline from companies that do not import their oil from OPEC. After all, who is setting the international market prices?

Information is available from the Department of Energy and each gas company is required to state where they get their oil and how much they are importing per year. Yet, to have an impact, we literally need to reach millions of gasoline consumers, which is simple. Begin with yourself, your family, and friends in researching local gas stations/corporations for non-OPEC oil. If you write a blog, please include one post toward this movement. Only together do we have the voice.

Be Safe,

Reach

10 LOVE/HATE COMPANIES

2008-05-28T08:43:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

Today I read 10 COMPANIES WE LOVE TO HATE and thought of my stories to share. While the web site allows for comments, I decided my blog would better serve for future reading.

During my days of playing airline pilot, the other crewmembers and I often discussed the best Cellular Phone Provider. Finally, we concluded, “each has its strengths and weaknesses.” “Problems”, you say. Let me share one little story with you; it is a tale of Cingular and their customer service.

My girlfriend and I purchased a joint account with Cingular so we could communicate regardless of my location. Out on my bid-line, our route brought us to Cincinnati, Ohio and I had no bars. Curious, I thought, considering the coverage area on my plan was “Nation Wide”. I knew something was wrong when we landed in Dayton, Ohio and the same thing happened there. When I finally checked into my hotel room, I called the local Cingular dealer for a better understanding. They informed me that I would have to take this up with my local carrier; thus, meaning when I returned home. I found that answer reasonable. And, I did exactly as instructed upon my return home.

My local carrier said, “We have contracts with local carriers across the country and first we should verify which provider services that area”. OK, on my next bid-line I will find this information. In my hotel rooms, I read the inside cover of the local phone books to find Cincinnati Bell is the primary provider for Ohio. I brought this information back to my local provider with the hopes of resolution. With my girlfriend on an extension to the house phone, the following is condensed version of the conversation after establishing the prior communications with the Cingular Customer Service representatives.

Me, “my cell phone is not working in Cincinnati and Dayton”.
Rep, “What is the local provider for Cincinnati and Dayton”?
Me, “Cincinnati Bell”.
Rep, “We do not have a contract with Cincinnati Bell, I apologize”.
Me, “Let me understand this- you are saying that Cingular, the cell phone provider who is the reunion of the original Bell Systems, does not have a contract with Cincinnati Bell”?
Rep, “Yes”.
Me, “Does this make sense to you”?
Rep, “Well, Sir, let me see if I can assist you. Please, what exactly is the problem”?
Me, “My cell phone is not working in Cincinnati, Dayton- Oh shoot, it is not working in Ohio”.
Rep, “And, what state is that in”?

(Silence)

Me, “Are you kidding me”?
Rep, “Sir, first I must establish the state”.
Me, “Can I speak with somebody else? Maybe a supervisor?”
Rep, “One second please”.
Supervisor, “How may I help you”?
(I explained the previous conversation)
Supervisor, “I don’t understand, we need to know the State”.

(Crickets)

Me, as I was thinking (what state is Ohio in?), I said, “Never mind” and hung up.

I am currently using Sprint International Plan, because I have found more coverage, world wide, with the least problems.

Please share your problems.....and,

Be Safe,

Reach

Steam Ship Historicism

2008-05-26T22:58:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

For 10 Dollars the paddlewheel steamship will take a person anywhere along the river. The year was 1859 and composer Daniel Emmett wrote and published a popular song of the time. “Dixie” specifically referred to a privately issued ten-dollar currency from banks in Louisiana and mainly distributed through gambling, trade, and transportation on the wide area portage of southern river steamers. The United States government set in motion the issuance of the Greenbacks, a legal tender currency not exchangeable for gold. The speculative person understood the probabilities of an eventual gold redemption, for the Greenbacks, greatly depended on the Union Army and political developments. My United States History Professor clearly stated, “This is, only one of the contributing factors to the Civil War.”

On this Memorial Day, I wanted to write of the first Memorial Day in the United States and this is where my quest brought me.

The divisions became quite evident during the 1860 presidential election and the electorate split four ways. The Southern Democrats approved slavery, while the Republicans denounced it. The Northern Democrats required the ‘people’ to decide on the issue, and, the Constitutional Union Party proclaimed the continued existence of our Union is at stake. Thus our nation experienced the deadliest war in American history, causing 620,000 soldier deaths and an undetermined number of civilian casualties. Upon its conclusion, it ended slavery in the United States and restored the Union by settling the issues of southern state nullifications.

The site was a historic racetrack in Charleston, a former Confederate prison camp as well as an impetuous cemetery for Union soldiers who died in captivity. The freed slaves reinterred the dead Union soldiers from a mass grave to individual graves, fenced in the burial grounds, and constructed an arched entry announcing the Union graveyard- a very daring thing to do in the South shortly after the North's victory. On 30 May 1868 the freed slaves returned to the graveyard with flowers picked from the countryside and decorated the individual gravesites, thereby creating the very 1st Decoration Day. A parade with thousands of people, including freed slaves and Union soldiers, followed with patriotic singing and a picnic.

Memorial Day is a United States Federal holiday observed on the last Monday of May. Formerly known as Decoration Day, it commemorates United States men and women who perished while in military service to their country. First enacted to honor Union soldiers of the American Civil War, it expanded after World War I to include casualties of any war or military action.

I hope you had a safe holiday,

Reach

When Voices Matter, The Revisit….

2008-05-22T15:21:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

On February 8, 2006, I wrote the following: “Voicing an opinion is a tricky thing. As we enjoy our freedom of speech, we certainly do not wish to insult other people for their beliefs. I think this is called ‘respect’! In that thought, it is good to listen to another person’s beliefs, as; it can sometimes allow us to reevaluate our own epitome of beliefs.

With this in mind, I thought my next topic placed out there for the world to read should be Global Warming. Here are some current progressions for this comparison.

2008-05-21: As scientific evidence accumulates on the destructive impact of carbon-dioxide emissions, a handful of lawyers are beginning to bring suits against the major contributors to climate change. Will the legal strategy that brought down Big Tobacco work against Big Oil? In their attempts, lawsuits in California, Mississippi, and New York have been dismissed by judges who say a ruling would require them to balance the perils of greenhouse gases against the benefits of fossil fuels—something best handled by legislatures. Enter the Senate Hearings on Capitol Hill; where, “Top executives of the five largest oil companies tried to shift anger over high prices to a debate over supplies Wednesday, leading a senator (Patrick Leahy, D-Vt.), to accuse them of acting like ‘hapless victims’ while racking up record profits.” And, the response, “I urge you to resist these punitive policies,” said John Hofmeister, president of Shell Oil Co.

Who will take the blame? Are fossil fuels to blame for Global Warming, soaring fuel and food prices? I am here to tell you this is not the case! True, I have uncovered evidence we are placing blame in the wrong areas. We need to direct our thoughts in a more “healthy” direction.

GENEVA - Obesity contributes to global warming, too. Yes, you heard it here first! While other Blogs are quick to blame high costs on Al Gore and the Alliance, a London based School disagrees. “Obese and overweight people require more fuel to transport them and the food they eat, and the problem will worsen as the population literally swells in size, a team at the London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine says,” reported by REUTERS updated 9:15 a.m. PT, Fri., May 16, 2008.

I have arrived to a conclusion: I will sacrifice one Big Mac per week and donate the money to the Alliance. At 180 pounds, this person is doing his share for the environment. However, they will not be receiving my money from the IN & OUT funds. No, I refuse to live with out my “Double Doubles” and “4X4’s”, “Animal Style” of course. As for the readers in any state, other than California, too bad you do not know the joys of a good IN & OUT burger. I am writing this post to prove a point; anybody can twist and manipulate statistics, or, I love IN & OUT. IN & OUT, the only fast food restaurant, which offers more items off the menu, than on- join the Secret Society today.

Be Safe,

Reach

Reviving History

2008-05-14T14:17:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

During my injuries of 2003, I had an opportunity for submitting a package to receive the Purple Heart Decoration. Having studied the histories and requirements of several decorations, I knew that my injuries truly did not warrant this prestigious award. Once again, the opportunity may be on my doorstep for another submission. Defense Secretary Gates is presently vying Congress to change the decoration’s requirements to include PTSD. First, we should examine the history of this medal.

21 September 1780, Major John Andre, under the name of "John Anderson", conducted the disloyal negotiations with General Benedict Arnold for the surrender of West Point in the woods near Stony Point and took breakfast with him in the house of the unknowing Joshua Smith. On leaving, Arnold gave “Anderson” six papers containing full information as to the state of the defenses at West Point. Three young patriotic Americans, John Paulding, David Williams, and Isaac Van Wart later encountered Andre (who mistakenly identified himself as a British Officer) and searched his person, only to find the treasonable documents in his stockings and arrested him. Tried and convicted of High Treason, Major Andre was executed in October 1780. The Congress recognized these young Americans by presenting each with $200 and a silver medal worn around the neck, The Andre Medal- the United States first Award presented by Congress.

Unfortunately, the regulation and citation accompanying the award was written for a specific act; thereby, eliminating any future presentations. President George Washington recognized the need for a Badge of Military Merit and designed what we recognize today as the Purple Heart. Again, only given to three Revolutionary War soldiers and not realizing the importance of wording the regulation and it held no statement regarding duplication. Public admiration of the award led to numerous commercial uses, such as, clothing designers placing small “purple hearts” on their products. Thus began the foundation of the Congressional Medal of Honor and proper verbiage in the regulation and citations.

The Purple Heart is the oldest symbol and award still given to members of the United States military. In addition, the actual order still includes President Washington’s original phrase, "Let it be known that he who wears the military order of the purple heart has given of his blood in the defense of his homeland and shall forever be revered by his fellow countrymen”.

I have found I do not stand alone in my regard to this award. Should Congress change the requirements, they will be acting against the original integrity intended of this award. If this was a lesson, cool; if not, then there are my two cents on this issue. Furthermore, I would like to leave this with a quote, “An, that’s all I got to say 'bout that”. - Forrest Gump

Be Safe,

Reach

The Hypocrites Corner

2008-05-10T14:53:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

I am just back from a mini vacation to Palm Springs, where a friend and I shared a two bedroom, time-share, apartment. The weather was perfect and the people were awesome as we lounged by the pool. Though our room was on the third floor over-looking the pool and bar, the plan was not in spending time in the room.

I tried to take in a day of golf, first time since my injuries, and found my leg will no longer handle the day. On the 14 hole, I was down by nine strokes from the other players and had to leave the game- not bad for somebody who has not played since 2003. However, I did learn a valuable lesson. At the end of the game I was only down by four strokes, thus suggesting- I play my best game by not playing. I consider that a successful round of golf. What do you think?

Anyway back at the pool, I established a reputation on the water slide. With all the rules, no head first sliding, no spinning, etc, I did manage to “Catch Air”. At one point, I cleared the sides by three feet on the corners. Even the “Life Guard” shook her head. Well, that is until I they banned me from any further slide usage. I was in the air and did a flip. The management did not like that one. Not the midair flip bothering them; I think it was because I accidentally came down on my face and suffered a cut above my eye. I knew when I did it, so I thought I should try to play it off when I came out of the water and nobody would notice. I think its funny how blood is difficult to hide, especially when somebody tries a “Bone-Head” move. This was not the worst part. After I realized there was no hiding my actions, I tried to talk the female Life Guard into a little mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. She did not go for it- too bad, she was cute. In addition, I promise there was only "some alcohol abuse" involved. Is being drunk considered Abuse? I don't know, those Vodka/Lemonades tasted great to us and our new found friends in the desert heat.

I met a great couple from Los Angeles who own a ’66 Chevrolet and wish to come down for Cruise Night. I told them they could stay at my place when they do come down. This should prove to be a great weekend- only because my pool does not have a slide.

Have a great weekend all, and I wish everybody the best Mother’s Day.

Be Safe,
I always say that, but is it considered hypocritical considering this post?

Reach

Perception can be very strong.

2008-04-07T20:52:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

Can you believe that next month will mark 29 months of blog postings for me? In that time, I have published 166 posts- not bad for somebody who hates writing. Oh and additionally, this data further provides one simple fact- I am not an author anybody need worry about missing a few days, OK weeks, and feeling left behind with so much “catch up” reading.

The year was early in 1981. Donna Griffiths, a schoolgirl in Pershore, Worcestershire, UK, begins an uncontrollable series of sneezes that end on September 16, 1983 - after 978 days. The first De Lorean DMC-12 automobile, a stainless steel sports car with gull-wing doors, rolls off the production line in Dunmurry, Northern Ireland. The Oakland Raiders win Super Bowl XV, defeating the Philadelphia Eagles 27-10 at the Louisiana Superdome in New Orleans, Louisiana. United States President, Ronald Reagan was shot in the chest outside a Washington, D.C. hotel by John Hinckley, Jr., two police officers and Press Secretary James Brady was also wounded. In addition, I was preparing for the U.S. Olympic Team tryouts to compete in the 1984 Winter Olympics.

Though I did not successfully make the tryouts, I can remember to this day my disappointment as I realized I would not be participating in the Opening Ceremonies, representing the United States as I would walk behind our flag before the world. Yes, I was also a life long skater- hey, it was the 1980’s, (but I still hated disco). I remember now, back then, as I looked forward to this one event. The honor, experienced by so very few. That moment in a person’s life when they can stand on the world stage and say, “Yes, I am part of something that is larger than the borders surrounding every country.” A simple walk, as you are part of a team for your nation’s cheer. Moreover, at that moment there will be no competition, only a celebration spanning the globe and each person holds an opportunity to meet the heroes of every country. There is only respect, camaraderie, and joy; and mostly, no politics.

The 1936 Summer Games held in Berlin, Germany, marked several world firsts and no nation boycotted the games. Not only did the Germans hold the first televised games; but 1936 was also the year when Jesse Owens won four Gold Medals. Well, each of us know, understand, and appreciate the significance of this history. The main point, those games were not boycotted.

Today I read where two Presidential hopefuls, Clinton and Obama, are questioning the United States participation in the Opening Ceremonies, if not the Games as a whole, this year in China and are publicly speaking on these decisions. Well, I am going to Reach for some perspective here, when I ask, “Who will truly suffer from this action”? I think it will be the Athletes. The Chinese Government has not acted to the best of Human Rights, in some peoples perception- China is its own country and if world laws are broken then take it to the World Courts. While I may not fully agree with China’s views/actions toward Tibet and Sudan, I certainly see no reason for taking any Honor, Respect, and/or Dignity away from the United States Athletes who have spent many years in preparation for these upcoming events.

Are there no other events within our borders requiring attention/focus during this time of argument, mud slinging, and any antonym of the words "teamwork" or "cooperation" for the candidates to present?

In closing, I would like to say, the United States President, FDR, in 1936 did not boycott any ceremony by removing U.S. athletes, and destroying their time honored dream. Either I need to have a better grasp on the World News, Or, these two Presidential Hopefuls should learn some perspective in their decisions- those Athletes are also voters!

Be Safe,

Reach

2008-04-05T13:28:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

On the other hand, I should say all three of you who regularly check back for new postings. I am very happy to know you have remained consistent readers- thank you very much. Additionally, I would like to thank T-Man for keeping me honest.

Reasons for my long posting delays:

1) You know I have suffered from some injuries from my military participation and two new injuries have come to the forefront. Psychological stuff, which is no fun, but I have to tell you the meds Rock! In addition, IT IS LEGAL.

2) What you do not know is a little fact that I am no longer in the military. Yes, I have retired since I had no further choices. Because of my fight with the Air Force Surgeon General’s (AFSG) office, and a little help from the Secretary of the Air Force, I was permitted to remain and finish out my time for a full (non-medical) Retirement. I could not move up, regardless the desires of my Group Commander. I could not move laterally, due to the AFSG office placing limitations on my professional schooling. Nor was I willing to step down from my last post because I loved the work I did and they enabled my “less than” full involvement. Or,

3) I have just been too lazy.
Either way, you can decide for yourself.

One cool aspect of joining the retired ranks is politics. I can now speak my mind when it comes to politics, politicians, individuals and their platforms, and the ability to mention which person I like. For those who do not know, the Uniform Code of Military Justice prohibits any Military Member from public discussions whether for, or against, any particular Political issue.

“And, that’s all I have to say about that.”

Next, what I have been up to in my final months of service? My Commander desired a presentation photo representing my group, a photographic collage if you will. If I may, please allow my attempt in illustrating a mental picture, for you.

Well, the majority of these photographs are productions of approximately thirty items set on a small stage. Not mine, as I utilized an entire room! The popular consensus is, the final product will be incredible and something for other units to strive. I incorporated 97 items. Allotted only two weeks, I prepared, organized, and set the stage while my Chief handled the photographic details. The final product, when printed, will measure 18X24 inches.

Be Safe,

Reach

We The People

2008-02-26T22:26:00.000-08:00

Hello All,
I know it has been some time since my last post; however, an idea of a topic has entered my mind and I cannot shake it without putting it out there for all to see. Each of you know I hate getting into the political arena in this forum, yet this one time I must address what I am thinking. Please understand this post is NOT intended to criticize, over examine, or analyze any of our elected officials in the past or present. I have full trust in their loyalty for “what is in the best interest for our country.”

With thirteen over-shadowed Candidates, by the six most popular, “We The People” have a responsibility to select one for the office of President from a vast field. What are the qualifications of these individuals, and, are we witnessing them in the media?

Most people are calling for reform. In that thought, we always need a President who will work well with Congress? How well are these candidates working with each other or their own staff during the campaign trail? Not really well- I feel. On that note, “We The People” have a problem.

Most people are calling for a balance in the budget. This election has topped previous elections in cost alone. One source,

Wikipedia.com

has quoted, “if the costs for both Democratic and Republican campaigns are added together (for the Presidential primary election, general election, and the political conventions) the costs have more than doubled in only eight years ($448.9 million in 1996, $649.5 million in 2000, and $1.01 billion in 2004).” Candidates are rising in excess $125 million to apply for a position that pays $400,000 per year. Yes, there are many benefits included with this office and I fully recognize items like; free transportation, housing, medical, health, and incredible security- items holding no comparison in the general sectors. Additionally, I understand certain nominees are refusing the public sharing of their personal financial reports. Is this not curious, considering whichever individual is elected, “We The People” should require assurance of personal financial planning capabilities prior to a name being added on any ballot. Would now, be considered too late for such actions while seeking public support?

There is Federal relief with many stipulations for the candidates; however, any person dipping into this fund, at these rates, should raise a question of how they intend to balance the national budget after significantly adding to the debt. Somehow, I am questioning budgeting abilities in regards to the previously mentioned numbers and some failures of disclosure.

Another issue is Iraq- would we desire a President who will fully act in our nation’s best interest or a person who will recant decisions. Each nominee has many advisors, reporting a consensus for the nominee’s preparations in these elections. Additionally, each President has had many advisors at their disposal for a decision that is “in the best interest of our country”. Presidents do not act alone, and to fault or criticize, any one person in Office is wrong. Thus, leading me back to paragraph three of this post- “We The People” need a President, who is willing and able to work well with others and we no longer have a need for the reoccurring recruitments or firing staff officials. What “We The People” do need, is accountability and teamwork from our next Administration. I hope the Candidates can rediscover these attributes of integrity. I, for one, have not witnessed this in any of the debates, communications, or advertisements in the media.

Oh shoot, now that is another topic. “Media- defining their motives and agenda.”

Be Safe,

Reach

"Wasted Time"

2007-12-01T13:47:00.000-08:00

Hello all,

During this time of my absence, I am certain those who remain checking for updates find discouragement with each month that passes. Also, now that my page does not hold complete anonymity- yes, I have personal-friends visiting this site and I will not go into specific details.

It appears I have suffered more from my participation in Operation Iraqi Freedom than the physical conditions previously disclosed. Lately, I have refocused my ventures in the direction of new healings. As with every period of growth, comes cycles of pain. Sometimes we tend to look at our own body, physique, mentality, or emotional status as a loved one- and visa verse. After all, do we not include each of these into our individual vision of the “Whole Self”?

A trusted friend once told me, “When the body is tired, exercise the mind; and, when the mind is tired, exercise the body. When the heart is tired, refocus your personal direction; and when your directional focus becomes unclear, exercise the heart to regain your heading.” Each of us understand different meanings from certain song lyrics, and this one brings to mind one verse, for me- “Sometimes, to keep it together, We got to leave it alone”, by Don Henley. I find some humor in the fact, these words can carry forward meanings in other areas, beside relationships.

I know the length of this post is larger than my usual; however, I feel it appropriate to my current situation. Therefore, I leave you with “Wasted Time” by the Eagles:

Well baby, there you stand
With your little head down in your hand
Oh my God, You can’t believe
It’s happening again
Your baby’s gone and you’re all alone
And it looks like the end

You’re back out on the street
And you’re trying to remember- oh
“How will you start it over
You don’t know what became
You don’t care much for a stranger’s touch
But you can’t hold your man

You never thought you’d be alone
This far down the line”
And I know what’s been on your mind
You’re afraid it’s all been wasted time

The autumn leaves have got you thinking
About the first time that you fell
You didn’t love the boy too much
no, no
You just loved the boy too well,

Farewell

So you live from day to day
And you dream about tomorrow- oh
And the hours go by like minutes
And the shadows come to stay
So you take a little something
To make them go away

I could’ve done so many things, baby
If only I could stop my mind
From wondering what I left behind-

And from worrying about this wasted time

Another love has come and gone
And the years keep rushing on
I remember what you told me
Before you went out on your own
“Sometimes, to keep it together
We got to leave it alone.”

So you can get on with your search, baby
And I can get on with mine
And maybe someday we will find
That it wasn’t really wasted time.

Be Safe,

Reach

One

2007-11-15T00:12:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

Well, I know it has been quite some time since my last post- I apologize.

I do not know how many visitors I have these days, nor how many people found the link from my other profile but here is just a little something in explanation to keep this blog alive.

I have PTSD and found myself in a little slump, of late. Additionally, some medical issues have found their way to the front of attention with a few ER visits. All seem to be coming back around and I am feeling much better- thank you. While I do not imagine my posting will soon be at previous levels, I promise shorter lengths between my next posts. Is that fair to ask?

I hope you are all well.

Be Safe,

Reach

The American Dream III

2007-09-20T23:50:00.000-07:00

Johnny Dreams’ parents raised him and his brother with good values. His parents believed a good plan coupled with teamwork would succeed any goal. Additionally, both boys can achieve their every desire. Johnny’s father, a good natured and well-humored person, never had much luck with his jobs; though he worked hard on every project, it never failed a company’s lay-off would find him. Finding peace during the evenings in a bottle, Johnny’s father would spend his time with the uncles and friends. This intelligent young boy knew the worth of these men was so much more than this stereotype; as Johnny listened to them speak. It was a time for Johnny to find his plan/dream for the future.

Born into an American Indian Tribe in Southern California in the early 1960’s, Johnny saw first hand the extra challenges before him. Thus, he worked hard and went to night school in order to set his plan in motion. Early one summer, Johnny, now in his mid-twenties and a graduate from UCLA, introduced two executives from Las Vegas to the Tribal Council on the Reservation. At this time, Indian Gaming was in its infant stages and Johnny recognized not only his dream, but also an opportunity for his people. These men spoke to the council of the unrecognized value and potential for severe financial gains the tribe possessed, and then offered to assist the council in the planning and lobbying to the California Senate for licensing- convincingly lucrative to all in this union if approved.

The California Governor, realizing his own “American Dream”, always dreamt of a political seat; however, he is a “Naturalized” citizen and allowed only certain positions. The Governor agreed to meet with Johnny to discuss “American Dreams” and Johnny’s plan grew further into existence.

To this day, the casino is more than profitable and Johnny’s people are living the lives the ancestors had always imagined. The children are receiving the best education and learning their own dreams. Johnny and his wife are expecting their second child, while Johnny is busier than ever working on his next “American Dream”.

Be Safe,

Reach

The American Dream II

2007-09-13T23:25:00.000-07:00

Heraclio grew up as a member of the Atacameno Tribe in the village of Chacabuco, an abandoned and poverty-stricken area of the Atacama Desert, in northern Chile, South America. He remembers listening to the elders speaking about their legends and how they continually emphasized he memorize every word. They spoke of myths such as “The great land to the north, with vast amounts of water and the vegetation grew everywhere”. To fully understand the elders, they held up a piece of green fabric for Heraclio’s vision, still he could not picture this in his mind.

To Heraclio’s amazement, some thirteen years later, he witnessed something in the sky. With a closer look, he could not believe his eyes, for there above his head was The Alicanto. He remembered what the elders had told him. “The Alicanto is a bird of the desert. The legend says that the alicanto's wings glow during the night with beautiful colors, and their eyes send away strange lights, making a brilliant flight and some do not cast a shadow on the ground. This bird brings fortune to any person who sees it and the Alicanto live in a small cavern between the hills filled with our rich mineral, you see they feed on gold and silver. If the lucky person follows an alicanto without detection to their nest, they can find silver or gold. But, if the alicanto discovers them, the bird will guide the greedy person over a cliff, causing them to fall to their death”. Heraclio was more than happy he knew every word.

The following day Heraclio decided it was time for his fortune and off to the hills he trekked. At the beginning of his journey he met only one other person, an older man named John. John was a surveyor and knew many things of the world. With this in mind, Heraclio asked many questions and began to wonder if his treasure was this chance meeting. When asked of The Great Land to the North, John simply replied, “Oh, America’s Dream”. Curious, Heraclio learned of an adventurer named America, and how he followed a dream. Heraclio commented, “Much like me”. John never realized the difference in translation and the boy continued his quest into the hills. One hill lead to another, then another behind the second and Heraclio found himself on the way to North America.

Always asking questions of those he met, Heraclio always heard the same reply, “Oh, the dream of America”. Then it finally happened as Heraclio found himself on that northern border. All he need do is to swim and The Alicanto will be waiting. For a young man growing up in the desert, this was no easy task.

One day Heraclio finally understood and realized his quest, The American Dream.

Be Safe,

Reach

The American Dream, Part I

2007-09-13T01:14:00.000-07:00

Dusk was falling over the bayou and the critters were settling in for the night. Through the tree-filled wetlands, Steff could hear the sounds of the frogs, birds, and old man Fliray’s fiddle echoing out with the sound of an orchestra as the smell the Cupressaceae and Startina Alterna filled the air; and she thought with a smile, “No home wit-out deez tings”.

Steff’s mind drifted back in time to her Acadian/Cherokee born grandmother, E-Li-Si (as she called her), and how they sat on this very porch speaking of dreams.

When Steff was a little girl, E-Li-Si spoke of the many things nature had to offer. "Every ting a person desire is in dis backyard", E-Li-Si would teach, and at night, Destiny would speak to the listing hearts of little girls.

At this very moment, and in a flash, Steff realized that she was living her grandmother’s ‘American Dream’. As the pupil, Steff aligned herself through a life of nature’s study and her on-going immigration is spiritual, limited only by imagination. For Steff, the ‘American Dream’ is a reality without focus on the quest. It is much like Steff’s world, Nature filled.

Funk

2007-09-01T23:46:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

Ok, I am back to posting, even though less frequent then before- I am back.

In the current quest of removing the “funk” from my life, my family and friends have stepped in to take control. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day as my morning will begin in the kitchen making bruschetta. Then my son, his best friend, and I will be heading to Sunset beach for a surf session. Immediately following the salt-water adventure, we are off to my friend’s house for a “Labor Day” BBQ and swim in his pool.

Let me get back to the bruschetta for one moment. Everybody I know loves my bruschetta. Sometimes I wonder if I missed my life’s calling, as I am very good in the kitchen. I call the dish “Three Cheese, Tomato, and Roasted Pepper Bruschetta over Parmesan-Garlic Bread”- I guess the name gives it away. Would anybody like a sample?

Well, I am off to slumber-land and look forward to seeing you, so to speak, again.

Be Safe,

Reach

Long time

2007-08-25T22:21:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

Yes, it has been some time since my last post and I apologize. I like to think of this period as the batter stepping outside of the batter’s box in baseball. When the player finds the need to change the tempo of the game, or just collect his/her thoughts, they will take one-step back for recollection. Well, these past few months have served this very purpose for me.

In this time of no recent posts, I am certain I have lost many of my regular readers- for that I am sorry; however, I have taken the necessary time for myself. You see, my medical condition is taking a new course and I have another couple of diagnoses. Both of my knees, elbows, and my left foot are inflicted with a condition called Osteo-Gout. Funny how I have never known of this condition, yet, the doc’s all seem to agree this arrived from my original condition. As for the mental note, I seem to be suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome (PTSD) from my experiences. This may explain my evasive posting.

With a full count, it is time to step back into the box as I am prepared for my homerun. We shall see.

Additionally, I am preparing myself for retirement from the Air Force; even though, every Commander on the base holds opposition to my decision. I cannot believe how many people have come to me with complaints of my choice.

As for the Winery, my partner and I are still moving forward with our plans and increased our choices with two new properties. Of each that I have seen, there is one in particular I dearly love as the vines are planted and there is an awesome view of the valley from deep in the vineyard.

Well I guess this will have to do for now and I hope to post again in the near future.

Be Safe,

Reach

Sorry about the delay

2007-06-29T17:08:00.001-07:00

I have been away with the Air Force and did not have time for continuing this story. Hope all is well and talk to you all soon.

Reach

Slumbering Knight- Part III

2007-06-11T12:59:00.000-07:00

I awoke from my slumber feeling relaxed and well rested. As my eyes opened I could see the sunlight casting a shadow on the wall from my bed and I thought, “This wall, much like this room, holds no familiarity.” I tried my memory of this bedroom, yet my mind could not locate any acquaintance of this place where I slept. The walls, floor, and ceiling are each made of rock and mortar similar to those making the King’s Castle. I knew the view from the window would reveal my location, and hopefully the answers of how I came to this position. I tried to sit up and no movement from my arms, legs, or torso. Regardless of my focus and strength, I can not even move my fingers. “What is this situation,” I wondered.

As I lay in my bed watching the world pass by and unable to occupy my time with other than the thoughts of the previous night, the entry door to my right opened and the voices in the hallway just beyond reached my ears. “These voices! I recognize these voices of three or four people,” I pondered to their identity. Interrupting my imagination as he walked into the room, Robert, the King’s personal physician, asked with a calm voice, “How are we feeling today?” Finally, I knew my thirst for knowledge to end my wonder has arrived. He said, “You have been with us for some time, I can only visualize your feelings. Three days passed,” he continued, “before you were brought to me in this state not five days ago.” In the same manor of his informative voice he asked, “Do you understand what I am telling you?” With affirmation I nodded and he continued, “You are in and out of consciousness many times and we have had this conversation prior.” Too many questions I have and yet his answers fail to yield any true information; yet, Robert continued asking rather than telling. “Do you remember our previous discussions?” Much like this dwelling, I can not think of our speaking except the last time four months ago.

Through the open doorway entered the most enchanting woman. She was tall with dark auburn hair and a darkened complexion. Her walk captivated my attention as she brought forward a tray of food. “Ah, your meal has arrived,” Robert said with much delight. He could tell by the look of my gaze I had not seen her before. “Do you remember Blanca,” he asked. “She is from the south of Spain and studied medicine in the finest schools before her tenure here, as my assistant.” I noticed her gentle and loving smile; even more, I recognized the knowledge in her eyes. I could see an overpowering sense of the unspoken truth and how I’ve come to this room, on this day, and the reasons underlying Robert’s words. Robert left the room saying “Eat heartily,” as Blanca began preparing my meal and her caring hands fed me. My mind ventured further into my past, of my days ahead of my Nobility as Duke of Kent, earlier than my conferment as Knight of the Bath, and into my childhood; previous to finding the state of slumber, yet again.

The wise men say, “On your death bed, all answers shall be revealed”; little did I know of this situation until my time for the adventure. As my body faded to death, my mind drifted toward the answers and then fell into a sensation of slumber.

Recap!

2007-06-06T09:39:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

I've been working on a project to post. The main thought- to have three stand alone stories, yet when combined will tell a short story from my imagination. As I work on these projects, I am distracted by my "Real" life. I have previously posted intentions in my life and here is just a quick recap.

I may be heading back into aviation as a civilian career. The possible opportunity to work “Back-Shop” aircraft maintenance is mine, working in the Civil Service.

I am officially a disabled Vet- yes the paper work has returned from my injuries, sustained in OIF.

This portion of the original post has been omitted by request. Something about "Murphy's Law".

“And that’s, the way it is”……….

Be Safe,

Reach

Meditation of Copious Emotion

2007-05-29T15:34:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
-William Blake

Conserving the tomb of culture and lore,
Form thee Drys with their word and swore;

Weid a future and dismiss confusion,
In thee heart will see no illusion;

The Yeats’ word of 'Deirdre' through time shall play,
Integrity lost- Knights perish away;

In her love is Heaven’s repair.

Love is:
More sought than truth-
More valuable than gold-
Hidden in youth-
Infinite to hold.

Be Safe,

Reach

Otto, Revisited

2007-05-27T09:36:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

On this Memorial Day Weekend I find myself again thinking of Otto and Viola. They continue resting well on this magnificent day, perfect for the visit because I’ve not sat with them for some time.

They entered my mind lately due to a number of reasons, primarily from this holiday and recent thoughts of my heritage. The mischief of this Red-Headed Irishman prolongs the smile on my face and the laugh in my heart; quite the joker, Otto is known in this small town for any number practical jokes. I like to think he is the foundation of my positive attitude through adversity.

On the day my Mum brought my Dad home to meet the family, Otto asked without a wince, “Ever seen a mongoose?" With curiosity and a desire of meeting the real people of this family my Dad said, “Nope, you got one?”

First point in tactics, if any Irishman ever asks you to see the unusual- be apprehensive before answering!

Otto replied, “Certainly, got 'em out in the wood shop 'cause Mum won’t let 'em in the house.” The two men walked out the door on their way to the wood shop while my grandmother barked, “Now Otto! Do you have to do that now? The young man just got here.” Otto responded, “This’ll only be a minute”, as the two continued their way around the house heading toward the back corner of the property.

The young man, Henry (but everybody called him Tim), was tall, handsome, and the US Navy taught him to live without fear- That is, until he met Otto.

In the out most rear portion of the land stood a small, narrow, tool shed painted white and contained all the required apparatus for the various wood projects Otto employed. Inside this small tool shed was a single path from the entry to the rear; the left side along the entire wall was a well built, sturdy work bench; while the right side stored the power tools and not much room for anything else. “Close the door behind you, Tim, we wouldn't want this critter get out- Mom’ll have my hide”, Otto instructed. Tim, with all good intentions fell for this serious, but lovable Irishman and heeded every request; all the while, Tim never knew he was sealing his own fate by allowing Otto lead the way.

A Master Craftsman from a life on the farm, combined with every tool of the day and the spirit of a true Irishman, Otto pulled from the shelf a wooden box approximately three feet long, ten inches high and wide with a screen over half of the top. On the lid and sides of the box was the clearly obvious writing of warning, “Handle with Care”, “Danger Mongoose”, and “Do Not Open”. As he pulled it down, Otto had to hold the box tightly as it shifted in his hands before he placed it on the floor between the two men. Tim, standing toward the rear of the shop, had an escalating inquisitiveness over this creature he had only heard tales. “Now you be careful,” Otto said, “This here animal is the only thing that can catch a Cobra, mid-air, in a strike”, as he watched Tim’s face.

Tim leaned down for a closer look at this box to examine what lies behind the screen on the lid.

Under the screen Tim saw a bed of grass leading to a wall separating the inside of the box into two compartments. This wall made of wood had a small hole the animal could use as an entry into the private portion of its home and Tim could see a animal tail extending out, resting on the grass. “There really is something in here”, Tim stated with exciting amazement. Otto smiled and asked, “What did you think I brought you out here fur”? Otto continued, “He’ll come out, he just needs a little coaxin”, as he tapped the sides of the box.

No movement was all Tim noticed. Otto said, “Here, let’s try this again- so you watch closely.”

Tim drew closer to the screen, as Otto tapped slightly harder this time.

In a rush, the top of the box flew open and out came this fur-ball of a creature heading directly toward Tim’s head. Tim sprang to his feet and the animal’s path did not deviate. Out of reaction, Tim began to climb onto the work bench to his side and the animal was still quickly approaching. “What the Hell”, were the only words from Tim’s mouth.

In that immeasurable moment with Tim sitting on top of the work bench and Otto rolling on the ground laughing, two things happened- Otto knew this young suitor was perfect for his baby girl and Tim knew he needed to remain on his toes around this Red-Headed Irishman.

The box; made of wood, grass, a bed spring, a latch on the lid, and a piece of twine tied to a fake mink’s tail, was my Dad’s initiation into this Irish Clan. Otto, did not wait for the, in his words, “Howdy Do” in testing this young man.

Inside the main house two women waited nervously for the men and the outcome of being associated with Otto. Relief was found by all as the two men walked into the house laughing and ready for anything the night is about to present.

I think it is time for Otto and Viola to hear about Police cars and Golf Carts- Today; I’m going out there for a visit.

Be Safe,

Reach

Of Inspiration II

2007-05-26T08:42:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

As my sore body lay on the bamboo flooring of my hut made cell, I can see the shadows appear from the morning sun through the cracks in the walls. My mind begins to drift back to a time, I do not know how long ago. “I must never forget”, I keep reminding myself for the very second my memory fails, my sanity will follow; therefore, I must live in the past moment.

We awoke to sirens, alarms, and people yelling in their rush of immediate response. In my hurried state, I knew the need to be in the briefing room for an immediate departure as our planes were already late for battle front protection- American lives are at risk! Though many people call this a ‘Police Action’, it certainly feels like War to everybody here. In the pre-departure brief we learned of a new push from the North and our ground troops, no matter how hard they tried, could not stop the momentum of the enemy. Over the radios one could hear many voices with the same message, “Air Support”, they exclaimed!

In an instant, catapulting me back to the present I can hear the screams of agony in a distance and I knew this erroneous illusion built by my spirit for mental defense is no longer available. “You, Come”, a guard shouted as the door to my cell opened for this time I will join my friends. Inhibiting my rapid movement, the irons around my ankles and wrists facilitated my ever more diminishing health from these conditions. In the back of my mind, I knew this walk is the beginning of a situation no training would prepare and the only relief came in a thought of my shackles being removed. “Focus on the freedom”, I thought as every step tore my body further apart while breaking my spirit as I can see the destination before us.

The hut made of materials from the jungle had a guard, with hate in his eyes, standing on the porch by the door. The escorts threw my body onto the floor by the guard’s feet and I could feel the iron cut deeper in my skin from the punishment for falling down. My first view of the “Interview Room”, with a single chair in the center, came by way of a crack below the door while I tried to find the strength to stand during the beating. I knew I would not survive before the luxury of sitting in a chair. Somehow, I found my way during the repeated black outs and my body was seated in the chair, in the center of the room.

Without wavering, my interviewer pulled a pistol from the holster on his hip and placed the barrel to my head. I can feel the icy metal, with its sharp iron sites digging into my scalp on the sweaty and bloodied skin. In a perfect grasp of the English language he said, “You will tell me everything I wish to know.” “Resistance is not tolerated”, he continued while pushing the end of his weapon deeper into my skin. I remembered my training and how I was required to give only my Name, Rank, and Serial Number as I began to speak. Before my first word I was blinded from a white flash and my ears rang in pain as he pulled the trigger. My final thought was of my family, friends, and loved ones; my Comrades at Arms; and those sitting around their Barbeques on Memorial Day. This is a day of remembrance for those who gave the supreme sacrifice for our freedom.

In 1991, the Middle East is witness to another World Crisis and I am with my family grateful for three more days of life. I will never remember the details following that moment and how I survived, on that day nineteen years ago; however, I will always remember those who felt War worse than I. My son is away finishing his Military career and, as he likes to call it- “Playing in the Sand Box.” What I do know as I sit here in my civilian position - “Times are different and locations will change; I pray he does not feel War worse than I.”

2003, I remember my days of experience while talking with my son on this Memorial Day weekend, now 31 years later. Our conversation is on those people on the Television talking about right and wrong, justified and unjustified presence. My son is thinking of his son and how he is only beginning his Military Career and, as he likes to call it- “Playing in the Sand Box II”. The internet conversations with my grandson are welcomed and something we never knew in my day, it is good to know he is well. Then, my son said to me, “I’m happy those people on TV talking about this shit are safe and- never felt War, worse than I.”

Be Safe,

Reach

Don't you just hate "Blonde" jokes?

2007-05-24T11:55:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

A blonde woman was having financial troubles so she decided to kidnap a child and demand a ransom. She went to a local park, grabbed a little boy, took him behind a tree and wrote a note. "I have kidnapped your child. I am sorry to do this but I need the money. Leave $10,000 in a plain brown bag behind the big oak tree in the park at 7AM." Signed, "The Blonde."

She pinned the note inside the little boy's jacket and told him to go straight home. The next morning, she returned to the park to find the $10,000 in a brown bag behind the big oak tree, just as she had instructed. Inside the bag with the cash was the following note.

"Here is your money. I cannot believe that one blonde would do this to another."

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A blonde was driving her brand new sports car out in the country when she noticed another blonde in a row boat, out in the middle of a grassy field. The blonde pulls her car over to the side of the road and yells, "Hey, Hey you", to the blonde in the boat.

With this, the blonde in the boat begins to row.

The blonde on the side of the road yells, even louder, "Hey, its blondes like you that give us all a bad name."

The blonde in the boat then begins rowing even faster.

On the side of the road, the frustrated blonde then yells, "And, if I knew how to swim I would come out there and kick your butt."

Thursday Thought,

Be Safe,

Reach

Kanger

2007-05-22T16:50:00.001-07:00

The Kanger confusion will happen in Southern California, also.

WTF.

Be Safe,

Reach

Never Fail to Dream

2007-05-17T17:07:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

I remember as a child dreaming of aviation. At that age, I believed that I could be anything when I grew up. One week I wanted to be a pilot, then the following week my goal was a firefighter; my mind ran the full gambit of career goals. Then, the following Saturday I would take these dreams and set them aside for another time. I knew where I had placed them to keep.

As my life evolved, the opportunity to readdress each dream presented itself. With a better understanding of the various paths to accomplish each dream, I later found reasons to dismiss them and continue holding those I cherished. Yet, as I would check back into the places they were stored, I would also see the ones previously rejected. My point is simply stated, “even though the chance to live a dream never presents itself, you will never lose the dream.”

The key is to recognize the opportunity, fully knowing your desires and take every chance possible for the dream's realization.

This is my new place to stand; it is here, where my life is now.

I am happy,

Be Safe,

Reach

“There are people who put their dreams in a little box and say, Yes, I've got dreams, of course I've got dreams. Then they put the box away and bring it out once in awhile to look in it, and yep, they're still there.” - Erma Bombeck

Of Inspiration I

2007-05-16T07:51:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

I was inspired to write the following:

Slipping away into a hypnotic state, I see the night summer skies and marvel at the constellations. It is difficult to keep my eyes open as the warm air embraces my body and the serenity of life fills my soul. My mind travels to the places of this day, the events leading to this moment, and the joy that is mine. No place on earth could I ever hold the beauty that is now.

In my condition, I see the many steps leading to the peninsula and the Mediterranean beyond with an aqua color magnificently wrapping the white sands. I turn to you and see the breeze softly brushing your hair and forming the many patterns as to illustrate the freedom of our moment. With a gentle smile you say, “Let’s walk in the water” and immediately my mind takes us there.

The water is soothingly warm and the subtle grains of sand around our feet bring forward the knowledge of this being the perfect place and perfect time, with nobody else I could ever share. As the blue sky frames my vision of you, I know this is one moment no photograph could ever capture. I see you smile and I can only think that you are experiencing the same sensations as I, the joys of life and this place.

This place.

This place. Then a sense of reality sets in and that is not where I am. Was I dreaming? As I look around the room I know my mind was far from this place. The memory of this dream filling my being and my desire to return, and then I see you sitting before me, smiling. I see the beauty that is the true you within your eyes.

Your eyes.

Your eyes. Slipping away into a hypnotic state, I see the night summer skies and marvel at the constellations.

Reach

Golf Cart vs. Police Car

2007-05-15T12:13:00.000-07:00

In the previous post, I had mentioned the “High-Speed” chase with local Officials and this sparked a few emails and desires for elaboration. Therefore, please bear with me as I set the stage:

In my early years of learning military aviation, my squadron held a regular Pacific Oceanic mission. Part of this mission included the frequent supply, re-supply, and equipping of Kwajalein Atoll. The mission was usually an operational stop where the crew would offload any passengers or cargo, then refuel the aircraft for the next flight and load any passengers or cargo prior to departing. Only two reasons the aircraft and crew would remain over night: 1) Aircraft malfunctions requiring heavy maintenance or parts; and, 2) Weather. The Island was right out of a dream, picture in your mind the perfect tropical island with only a mild populace- this is Kwajalein!

Known for their mischievously fun loving nature, military aircrews remain under close observation with many “Prior” warnings heeded and Kwajalein Atoll was no exception to the rule- even on this night. You see, Island life is basic and simple with no wild casinos, no bright night clubs, nor other late night industries. Landing the aircraft with a questionable maintenance problem; this story begins with the following question, “Would the crew take off with the problem, or remain over night until the appropriate materials and craftsmen arrive the next day?”

Following the decision to remain over night, the aircrew removed their luggage from their craft and checked into Billeting (Military Hotel). Requiring no automobiles, due to the size of the island, the crew was issued a fully charged golf cart. The crew decided to proceed to chow (food) followed immediately with a dip in the Salt Water Pool and more than a few alcoholic beverages from the local store. After the swim, one crew member, Paul, turned up drunk, and missing; but, he did leave behind one shoe (flip-flop) .

Leaving the pool, the group decided to meet back at the bar, so off to the rooms to for dry clothes. Driving the Electric Cart back to Billeting, the Security Police pulled everybody over and gave notification “The Carts are not permitted to be driven during dark hours”. The crew acknowledged and headed away to change. Nobody gave a second thought in returning with the Golf Cart to the bar, and again the crew was pulled over with the same warning. During the conversation, one patrolman mentioned the reason was due to the lack of headlights and the second returning escort began. Back at the rooms, the crew noticed Paul’s absence and decided to search the island for him. Two creative individuals brought out their Mag Lights and duct tape- the head light dilemma is now resolved. The search brought the crew further away from their rooms than previously planned and once again, the Security Police pulled the cart over. This time, the warning was clear- “Do Not Drive The Cart During Dark Hours.” And, everybody was escorted back to the rooms. Remembering Paul’s desire to see another location on the Island, the crew decided this is where the search should be conducted. Understanding this location as not regularly patrolled, again the Golf Cart was used to expedite the search for Paul- with no luck.

While driving the Cart around the base, the headlights of the Security Police cars gave notice of their location and direction. The game has now begun. Can the crew effectively find Paul, prior the Security Police discovering us, our cart, and the Mag light “fix”? For quite some time; yes, as the cart would enter an intersection, or turn, the area ahead was thoroughly scanned. Then, full throttle to the next check point.

Paul was discovered at the bar singing karaoke- without a karaoke machine, music, or microphone. The bartender requested his removal as they require shoes (plural). Paul’s argument maintained in replacing the single flip-flop onto the other foot; thereby, you guessed it, a set of shoes. After some discussion, Paul agreed in returning to Billeting and we departed. At the first corner, the Security Police were waiting for the cart and its operators. Let the races begin. At approximately five miles per hour, the Golf Cart was attempting to reach the Billeting before the Security Police Cruisers.

The Golf Cart was confiscated at the Billeting office, with the Officer’s admiration in our creativity, and the crew instructed of the night’s conclusion.

Be Safe,

Reach

Ten Things You Don’t Know

2007-05-09T18:29:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
Following T.H's lead, here are my entries.

I miss flying, even though I am afraid of heights- Yes, I have Acrophobia! I can not stand on a ladder without holding on to something, but I love to stand outside of the aircraft while in flight.

I can do acrobatics flying spins, but I can not do the “Tea-cups” at Disneyland.

I have self-doubt until I get mad, then my tactful aggression achieves success.

I am an extremely loyal friend, sometimes to a fault.

Throughout my life, I have studied seven different styles of Martial Arts.

I have traveled to every continent except Antarctica.

My favorite vacation spot is an island, not too many people have familiarity-
Wake Atoll.
(This should be another post)

I was once pursued in a high-speed police chase, while I was in a golf-cart. (Again, another post)

I traded in one of my custom trucks for a new vehicle and when I saw the truck later at a used car lot, they were asking more than twice what I received for it. I’m still pissed about that one.

A good friend and I successfully hiked more than half of the
John Muir Trail.

And, finally, I don’t know how to count.

Be Safe,

Reach

PS. Let me know if these links do not work. Thank you

Is That Contemptuous

2007-05-05T22:15:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

As I was thinking a topic for this post, my mind drifted toward the more recent, and possibly debatable, news; and then, from the ludicrous returned to our roots.

Miss Paris Hilton’s contempt, or even mockery, of our legal system and those who actually hold authority in this nation simply feels above the law. Is it not amazing how money can manipulate any judgment? We, common citizenry, hear about celebrities purchasing penal favors. I believe this is their general attitude toward the law and not “folklore” for our ears. Miss Hilton’s mother, Kathy Hilton, made comments which are a prime example of my opinion. Driving without a license is an offense punishable by the law; especially, if the individual signs a document acknowledging and later repeats this offense. I consider an “Average Person” will not be afforded the second chance, plus Miss Hilton’s “blowing off” a court ordered enrollment in a substance abuse class! I say, “Thank goodness for any adjudicator who upholds the law without bias!” But, just how far should we take this? I mean, the Law is the Law, right?

Next we have the Simpson case, with Mr. Simpson Court Ordered to pay over $33 million to the Goldman family. With his Heisman Trophy seized as an asset, Simpson immediately left the state, repositioned his funds and never followed up on his judgment. You ask of his royalties- The State of California protects a person’s pension from being used to satisfy any judgment. Then, mocking the system arrived with his attempted publishing of a book illustrating how “he would have committed the crime.” I ask again, just how far should we take this?

Have we forgotten our basic rights? Or, have the Law Makers, who we have placed into power, experienced a memory lapse of their purpose? Do we truly remember the Preamble to the United States Constitution?

“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.”

What happened to “Establish Justice, Domestic Tranquility, and General Welfare”? I guess it depends as the pocket deepens.

Be Safe,

Reach

FREEDOM

2007-04-25T11:56:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

This is a repost from a friend. I just had to place it on my page…….

Back in September of 2005, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a
social studies school teacher at Robinson High School in Little Rock, did
something not to be forgotten.

On the first day of school, with permission of the school superintendent, the principal and the building supervisor, she took all of the desks out of the classroom. The kids came into first period, they walked in and there were no desks. They obviously looked around and said, 'Ms. Cothren, where's our desk?'

And she said, 'You can't have a desk until you tell me how you earn them.'

They thought, 'Well, maybe it's our grades.'

'No,' she said.

'Maybe it's our behavior.'

And she told them, 'No, it's not even your behavior.'

And so they came and went in the first period, still no desks in the
classroom, second period and third period netted the same results. By early afternoon television news crews had gathered in Ms. Cothren's class to find out about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of the classroom.

The last period of the day, Martha Cothren gathered her class. They were at
this time sitting on the floor around the sides of the room.

And she says, 'Throughout the day no one has really understood how you
earn the desks that sit in this classroom ordinarily.' She said, 'Now I'm
going to tell you.'

Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and opened it, and
as she did 27 U.S. veterans, wearing their uniforms, walked into that
classroom, each one carrying a school desk. And they placed those school
desks in rows, and then they stood along the wall. And by the time they had
finished placing those desks; those kids for the first time I think perhaps
in their lives understood how they earned those desks.

Martha said, 'You don't have to earn those desks. These guys did it for
you. They put them out there for you, but it's up to you to sit here
responsibly to learn, to be good students and good citizens, because they
paid a price for you to have that desk, and don't ever forget it.'

My friend, I think sometimes we forget that the freedoms that we have
are freedoms not because of celebrities. The freedoms are because of
ordinary people who did extraordinary things, who loved this country more
than life itself, and who not only earned a school desk for a kid at the
Robinson High School in Little Rock, but who earned a seat for you and me
to enjoy this great land we call home, this wonderful nation that we better
love enough to protect and preserve with the kind of conservative, solid
values and principles that made us a great nation.

'We live in the Land of the Free because of the brave'
Remember our Troops...

Be Safe,

Reach

I can follow directions- Ya Right!

2007-04-19T16:58:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

DIRECTIONS TO LONDON

Take 60 seconds to do this, I guarantee you will show someone else, it's too funny.

> > 1. go to www.google.com
> > 2. click on "maps"
> > 3. click on "get directions"
> > 4. type "New York" in the first box (the "from" box)
> > 5. type "London" in the second box (the "to" box)
> > 6. click on "get directions"
> > 7. scroll down to step #23 and just read......

Be Safe,

Reach

Carpal Tunnel Syndrome Sucks...

2007-04-09T10:17:00.000-07:00

About two weeks ago, I was in a very good practice session with my Bass guitar and developed some pain. Since then, I have had a difficult time typing with one finger. So, my posting delay may last a little longer.

On a good note, my current film production is nearing a conclusion and the second is close to editing.

Be safe,

Reach

A day of fishing

2007-03-20T02:06:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
I would like to thank each of you for the comments of my experiences. Considering these topics have received notice, I think I will offer up another one for your entertainment.

One of my “Father and Son” outings with my dad was to fish. We would find streams, ponds, lakes, and even the ocean to pass the time.

I remember one summer we were at our favorite lake trying to catch dinner. Because I was a young child, my father would cast my line out into the water for me and I would sit back and watch the end of my fishing pole. When a fish would nibble on the bait at the other end of the line, I would notify my dad so he could set the hook and hand me the pole to catch my fish. This is a common practice between father and young son. Until this one particular day, when the stars were out of their alignment and clocks seemed to turn in reverse, yes existence seemed to take an altered course as we began our day.

The plan was to fish the shore early, then head out on the lake in the boat and return when the rest of our family arrived and continue fishing with them on the shore. While the majority remained as planned, the details changed significantly with the first nibble on my line. I called my dad over to check the line and certainly there was a fish on the other end. With the hook set, I took the fishing pole from my father as I noticed his pole dancing with a fish also. It was a great moment as my father and I both brought in our fish. I could see my fish from the shore and pointed it out to my father and he argued that it was his fish I was seeing. As the fish emerged from the water, it had two set hooks belonging to each of us. This was the only time I have seen one fish caught on two poles; however, this was later topped by a fish caught without any bait, hook, or line.

We then launched the boat and went down to our “secret” spot. Most anglers have the one spot they like to fish because it has always been reliable. As we arrived to the secret spot, we noticed another boat with two gentlemen in our location. So, we dropped anchor just far enough away, as to not interfere with their day and yet close enough that we could hit the hole at the bottom of the lake. As my dad and I fished, I happened to look in the direction of the two men in the other boat and see a fish jump from out of the water into the very center of their boat. With nothing else to capture my attention I watched the events unfold in the other boat. Both men first looked at the fish with an obvious recognition of the other’s catch. Then, as a realization set in of no connecting fishing line, each man began to lay claim on the fish. First, a discussion led to an argument and escaladed into in all out fight between these men in their small boat. Needless to say, greed shortened their day of fishing and they soon left. The desire for having it all does not always have to be in a boat, when it comes to fishing.

With word of the remaining family member’s arrival, we recovered the boat onto the trailer and made our way to the meeting point on the lake. My uncle and cousins soon arrived and the entire clan began our fishing adventure as a team. My uncle, an avid Bass Fisherman, brought out his enormous tackle for the fight that he would soon encounter. From the shore, he could see three bass varying in size settled in under a rock about ten feet into the water. After catching two of the three, he set his sights on the third which was the larger of the others; however, it completely ignored the plastic worm the other two so anxiously attacked. He finally resolved himself into leaving the plastic worm in sight of the bass and grabbed a lure from his tackle box and pulled it as close as possible to the bass’ mouth with no luck. Try after try, my uncle became more and more determined to catch this fish. The bass would not budge, that is until the lure came too close to the plastic worm. This bass was contemplating the worm and did not wish any other creature to take it, so it attacked the lure with such force, no "hook setting" would be required on my uncle’s part. Realizing an error, the bass immediately wrapped the line under the rock where the fish had previously rested and my uncle’s fight was only beginning. Following much effort, we finally hailed a nearby boat for some verticle assistance with this fish. The boat operator had left his pole with the line trailing on the stern of the craft as he unweaves my uncle’s line from around the rock. My uncle began to bring back his empty line, as the bass had managed to “spit” the hook, but my uncle did manage to retain all of his bait.

At this point, the boat driver began his departure from the area only to have the boat’s propeller pull a fishing pole over the back. Disappointed in the loss of his equipment, while he was only trying to help another angler, the man slowed his speed on his way out of the cove. My uncle made one last cast to catch this “monster” bass and had a bite. Something grabbed my uncle’s hook so strong and bent his fishing pole over past 110 degree bend. My uncle was elated when he brought to shore- the boat operator's fishing pole. We called the gentleman back over and returned his property and walked away with only the story I have just written.

I promise this to NOT be, another wild fish(Y) story.

Be Safe,

Reach

Another chapter of not judging the book....

2007-03-10T20:31:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

With my days and nights changing to a new life style, I wondered how I would spend my time. Mornings filled with college class schedules and my nights with practice, my only option was to take a position in public service. I just graduated High School and was now heading into a path known only as “My Life”.

Once an Olympic hopeful, I remained a non-professional skater. Since a child’s age, I participated in every balance sport I could find. My skating included ice, roller, and boardwalk. Ice skating was practicing hockey, dance, figure, and speed. Then, when an ice rink could not be found locally, I spent my practice sessions in the roller rinks practicing hockey, dance, speed, and rexing. The summer months found the boardwalks in San Diego as I entertained the passer-by’s with my spot skating, in between my surfing sets. It was the early 1980’s and skating was a national rage. So many people, kids, flocked to their local rinks on Friday and Saturday nights with the dreams of having all eyes on them as they demonstrated their abilities, or meeting the “Right” person to share the rest of their life.

The summer of 1980 also brought great joy and sorrow for me. The joy was in the form of competition at Silver Cup. Pretty much a guarantee in my category, I was moving on, as I targeted the United States Olympic Men’s Team. The sorrow arrived one warm night as one of my closest friends was gunned down in a drive-by shooting. Randy was only 15 years young and shot by two fully grown adult males in the most cowardly and spineless acts. For these two did not act like True Men by standing up for his individual action, they just sped away in their vehicle not knowing they were being followed, and later apprehended.

Shortly after, every “news” paper in Southern California was on the scene. Considering this was my place of employment, we were instructed to remain quiet regarding the media. These “professionals”, “reporters”, people in a desire for historical accuracy decided the only avenue for their name to accompany this story was to interview any person on speaking terms. And, these “qualified journalists” did just that, talked with anybody. The very next day, my name appeared in the local “news” paper as being one of the victims. Not that I hold anything against these people, their position is a necessity, or that is what these people convince themselves as they “report” non-reliable shit. Again, weighing heavy on my heart and mind, I knew the need for continued practice as Silver Cup was only right around the corner on this timeline.

The team arrived to the location two days before the competition and we were excited to begin our rituals. The following four days contained much practice with little- to no sleep. Then, the night before the opening ceremonies we were allowed to have a night out. I did not sleep well for many reasons, one of which was the early awakening at 0400.

I had the most fun during the competition in the company of some major names. On the television, these people were superstars and now I am “goofing around” with these same, but, normal people. Though I was proud of my Tenth place, I did understand as Randy was always in the back of my mind. I knew he was with me that day, as I looked at the line up of competitors. My final outcome ranged in the best five percent in the nation. The spooky part came when I finally arrived back home. Some of my friends, who also knew Randy, asked if anything odd had happened while I was away. They said, little things changed, as if Randy were still with us. For example, when Randy would ride in Mike’s car, we would always put him in the back seat and he complained about the rear seat belts being under the seat and not at his ready. While I was away, the seat belts found their way to above the seats without assistance. Did I mention, I had a crush on Randy’s sister, Michelle? Well, we never went out again following these events.

There are times when I wonder how, or where, Michelle is in her life. I never wonder about Randy any more, for I know in my heart of hearts how, and where, he is in this next stage of life.

Be Safe,

Reach

You Know You Have A Real Jeep (Are A Real Jeeper) If.....

2007-03-09T21:36:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

My Jeep parked in front of a 2006 Toyota Sequoia

You Know You Have A Real Jeep If . . .
1. You use a hose to clean the inside and the outside
2. You take your date home early on a Saturday night so you can work on your Jeep
3. You determine that the best route from Point A to Point B is through a rock pile or over a mountain
4. You call a scratch or a dent, a beauty mark
5. You roll it over and don't get upset
6. Your Mom or your sister can't get in without help
7. You judge every hill you see by how much fun it would be to climb
8. You feel nauseous when you see a H3
9. You get custom pin-striping from trail brush
10. A low-rider Jeep pulls up next to you, and you want to get out and slap the driver
11. It takes more than 6 hours to get the news paper
12. You pull into the unplowed parking spots on snowy days
13. You take your friends wheeling and they say "What trail; I don't see a trail!"
14. You've been forced to add TJ, CJ, YJ, and XJ to your spell-checker
15. You can see OVER a lifted Suburban
16. You carry emergency supplies and clothing because you never know where you will end up
17. Your Nerf bars battle rocks and win
18. It rains and you don't care that your top and doors are off
19. You drive around to look at Christmas lights . . . topless
20. You change your plugs in the parking lot at work on a break
21. Your "Parts Department" is on blocks behind your house
22. You take your Mom wheeling and she has to help you flip the Jeep back onto its wheels again
23. You use an ice-scraper on the inside of the windshield
24. You get more heat from holes in the floorboards than through the heater vents
25. Every page of your repair manual has greasy fingerprints
26. Passengers scream "DON'T ROLL IT!" when you take them wheeling
27. You spend more time under your Jeep than under your significant other
28. Winter comes and you can't remember where you left your top
29. You spend more on car washes than on insurance
30. Even worse, the car wash won't let you in
31. You fix almost everything yourself
32. You feel sorry for someone in a $60,000 Toyota Land Cruiser
33. You have the phone numbers for all of your favorite mail-order accessory houses memorized
34. You have all your credit card numbers memorized
35. You slam the door and chunks of dried mud crumble to the ground
36. You get asked to pick up your co-workers in a snowstorm . . . and get paid for it
37. Your wife/girlfriend refuses to get in it
38. You are the only one on the street who doesn't plow their driveway
39. You are dating the Service, Parts, or Sales Manager at your local Jeep dealership
40. You try to run the plow trucks off the road when it snows heavily
41. You can't hear your $200 stereo over the howl of your tires on the highway
42. You have a high-water mark INSIDE the Jeep
43. After your answer to "What did you do this weekend?", The next question is always: "And you do this for fun, right?"
44. Your criteria for selecting a "significant other" includes auto repair skills--air tools optional
45. You plan your wedding around the Club's trail ride schedule
46. You save broken Jeep parts as "mementos"
47. You know the exact story behind every one (see above)
48. When someone refers to "The Good Book", you think of "The Jeep Owner's Bible"
49. You keep trying to convince your significant other to allow you to remove the doors on the family minivan
50. Your Jeep no longer fits in the garage
51. You always have your drinks "on the rocks"
52. You think that any tire that isn't waist high looks like a bagel
53. You can't take a girl, who's wearing a dress, on a date without carrying along a set of steps
54. You can't sneak into church late because the engine is too loud
55. You know your ring gear size, but not your wedding ring size
56. All of your shirts have some sort of grease or oil stains, or battery acid holes, from not planning on working on your (or a friend's) Jeep
57. You have a dirt berm at the end of your driveway from the mud that got washed off of your Jeep
58. You think that an "airline" is something that connects your differential to your air compressor
59. You stop trying to get the dirt out from under your fingernails
60. You buy parts for your Jeep instead of food for your family
61. You spend Super Bowl Sunday turning wrenches rather than watching the game
62. Your e-mail address refers to your Jeep rather than you
63. Your garage holds more Jeeps than your house has bedrooms
64. You have enough spare parts to build another Jeep
65. You have Jeep parts in your cubicle at work
66. You have to wash your hands before you go to the restroom
67. You carry along enough tools to supply a small garage
68. You nickname your Jeep after the noises it makes or it's most damaging trail accident
69. You carry along a replacement part for every drive component on the Jeep
70. You can air up your tires without stopping at a gas station
71. You're constantly getting passed on the highway
72. The Service Department has to let all of the air out of your front tires in order to reach the engine
73. Your wallet is always empty! –Just Empty Every Pocket!

Be safe,

Reach

A little progression report

2007-03-04T12:03:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

Some of you may remember my experiences with the Canadians. They are back and within 45 days I shall be aloft.

Friday brought the mid-level meeting on the Production Company, which has a final name at this time. Due to licensing the name is currently being withheld; however the Company, Staffing, and projects are coming more to a reality than before. With a firm contract and two tentative on the table, we are moving forward. The strongest portion of this first contract comes not in revenue, but with options. Therefore, if you are into action/sports/reality films, keep one eye on this site and the shelf of your local stores.

Currently, we have two reels in the can and the third arriving this Monday for the next phase of the first production. The subject of this first film is off-road racing as viewed from one sponsor, manufacturer, the team, events and preparation in Trophy Cart categories, Sand Rails, and Rhino for recreation.

Be Safe

Reach

A Beach Revisited

2007-03-02T07:40:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

Well, March is here and my friends from the north are back in town. This year, unlike last, I will be taking them up on their offer whether I am physically capable or not. As some of you may remember, I have been invited to take a few jumps with an elite Sky-Diving team. Though I am not certified, they have assured me there will be no problems in getting me back in the air. I find it funny that I can no longer fly airplanes, due to my medical certification loss, and here I am going to be joining up mid-air with a full competition team.

I have seen other people repost articles of their past and I would like to repost one of mine. Now that I have some new readers, I ask the others to please bare with me on this one. So, if you are new to Reaching in, I bring you Waves.

For the past 24 hours, I have held the undeniable urge to write about waves. Not those found in the air or light, but the ones surrounding our coasts.
Many Marine Biologists state the ocean is a living, breathing body. With every living creature playing a role in its eco system, much like the life giving cells of any living thing.

Growing up a surfer, my friends and I have always believed every wave holds and exhibits its own characteristic, making it unique in its own existence.
A person can live on the same beach for most of their life and not see the same wave twice. How can this be?
The rise and fall of the ocean floor is the forming factor for each wave; and, as each wave breaks, the sandy surface of the floor will shift, thereby, changing the angles of the floor ever so slightly to create a newly formed surface for the next wave. It is with this information in mind; we believe each wave has only one, short life.
A surfer may not be the best, or worst, as they attempt to ride the next set of waves.

However, considering the life expectancy of this one wave, a surfer must honor and respect that which only exists for a short time. In doing this, the rider must give this ride his/her best effort, for this ride will never happen again. Even the waves respect one another; in that, they will follow each other to the shore. When two or more collide, they generate a force that will be viewed in awe for the magnificence they create.

How does this apply to us?

There are many aspects in our lives, which resemble the waves. Some of us take our careers, or families, for granted; yet, each is just like the wave. As we drive to work, do we think of the day’s goals and not as this day only existing this one time? How would one person react, if they were to begin thinking in the terms of the wave? Would a person not change their interaction with their loved ones?
Their Friends?
Themselves?
Their co-workers or a stranger on the street?
Moreover, what about those waves that collide, could we not view this as those people whose personalities clash? I have had times, when I would “test the waters of a storm”, only to find I do not belong on this beach. My communication is like the paddling of a surf board, as I try to place myself into that position to best ride the wave. It is at times like those, that I have found the best solution is to return to the beaches I know and wait for another set- for I am not a storm rider.

The distinction and significance of every moment is ours, for this ride is short and will never happen again;
Finally, the best part arrives at the end of the day, as it will be the time to celebrate the next set of waves.

Be Safe,

Reach

Traveling Mite find the Booty after all

2007-02-28T23:13:00.000-08:00

Hello All,
Reported on popular websites like Flyertalk.com, is there a threat from the current x-ray inspection process? As we are all familiar with the procedure of removing our shoes for the x-ray machines, the industry is hoping a few stories remain isolated in their general knowledge. My intention is not to assist in the creation of panic; but, to help ensure our travelers are at least conscious in their actions- the following is what I found on my search.

The 2001 foot and mouth crisis in Great Britain was devastating not only to the British farming industry, but tourism as well. While the disease is not considered a threat to humans, humans can carry the virus on their shoes and transmit it to other animals. While tourism was unaffected in cities and small towns, many rural sites and hiking paths were closed for months. Imagine your practices upon arriving home after traveling abroad. If this horrible disease can be carried in this manor, what other germs would survive in the same way?

One person, known as “Red456” wrote the following post:
“My son is lying in a hospital bed on two intravenous antibiotics for a staph infection of unknown origin. I happened to be visiting him today when the hospital's infectious disease specialist stopped by to check on him. I took the opportunity to ask her if she had ever seen an infection acquired from an airport security checkpoint, specifically from travelers being forced to walk in their bare (or socked) feet. She told me that she has been suspicious of that means of acquisition with several of her patients after interviewing them, as she did my son, regarding their activities in the few days prior to their becoming ill. I didn't have the courage to ask if she'd ever reported her suspicions to the CDC.”

Whether this is true or not,
A responding doctor commented:
“The sad fact is that many people travel when they are ill, especially on mass transit like buses and airplanes, and in addition to the gastroenteritis illnesses, people can cough and sneeze and give you all kinds of fun upper respiratory stuff (to include tuberculosis, influenza and SARS). And now we have to wonder about community-acquired MRSA (methicillin-resistant staph auresus - the super bug we used to just find in hospitals and long term care facilities) if people with open sores contaminate others through touch or by contaminating a common surface.
It can drive you nuts just thinking about all the possibilities, but taking reasonable precautions like good hand washing will help. Not much you can do about the respiratory illnesses, but I personally insist on clean gloves from the TSA folks if they're going to root through my bag because they may have handled little Johnny's dirty underwear two bags ahead of me.”

A local San Diego news reporter followed this with hard evidence in her report:
“Lower leg disease expert Dr. Daniel Lee said, ‘If there are individuals walking barefoot or with socks, they will transmit to another person walking over the same spot.’ What do socked or barefooted passengers leave behind? 10News used Petri dishes to gather samples where passengers picked up their carry-on luggage off of the conveyer belt at the security checkpoint. After sampling in San Diego, a 10News employee headed to Las Vegas and Phoenix -- two popular destinations for San Diegans. Investigative reporter Marti Emerald gave the samples to Quadrants Scientific in Rancho Bernardo.

This process is here to stay and we all must conform to its procedures- So my friends, in conclusion I ask that each of you utilize caution while participating in this mandatory process. What is next, sharing the booty?

Be Safe,

Reach

Traditions

2007-02-21T21:46:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

Tomorrow I leave for San Antonio, Texas and my son's graduation from Basic Military Training in the Air Force. Yes, he will carry forward the traditions of flight in our family. My Grandfather on my father's side, was a Balloon Pilot for the Army Air Corp during WWI. My father a Navy Corpsman on combat and flight status. As the tradition states, my father was given his father's flight jacket at the age of eighteen. I was handed my father's, and my son got mine at the same age of eighteen. My son's next stop, the Altitude Chamber then off to flight school. Now, there shall be a new jacket for the hand off.

Just a note of progression,

Reach

2007-02-14T16:52:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

I am wishing a Happy Valentines Day to all. With this day, I search the memories of my past to former loves. I remember my “first” real love as it began with only a childhood crush.

S.H. was one year younger than I, but in the same grade. She had the most beautiful blond hair, I had not seen on any other girl prior. As a pre-pubescent male child, I could never speak when she was present. This was difficult, as I had so many things to tell her, so many stories to speak of; you see, in my youth I was fortunate to travel the world with my family. We, and our families, became best friends. A person would never see one without the other. S.H. taught me so many things, about respect, love, caring, and nurturing another person’s growth, that I would have never learned without her. We are not in contact these days, but I do remain in touch with her parents via mine.

Miss Campbell- Junior high and I could not say one word straight around her. Each of my friends knew of my fascination over this blond, I then called, "Charlie Brown's little Red Haired Girl". I wanted to ask her out, but my mouth would only say the unintelligible, garbled mess. Funny thought, I knew what I sounded like but could not stop. Also, the more I created a mess, the more I liked her. She, taught me nothing.

Squeak- yes there really is a person with this name. Squeak was my High School girlfriend. I met her in my sophomore year and she in her freshman. A typical “surfer” gal, she participated in every sport that I loved. We were honestly made for each other. And, with times being that they are, we remained best friends to this day. She taught me how to deal with unique situations and, she also taught me how to make unique situations. She taught me to never lie, to impress a lady. Everybody knew that one day her and I would be married; although, I would not trade my best friend for anything.

My wife- though she is my ex-wife, she will remain my first wife. She, too, taught me so many things and I’m not going into detail on that topic other than it hurt. Also, that is why I am divorced today. Believe me, I am the one who left.

Victoria- My true love! Diagnosed and a Cancer Survivor, I was there when others gave up on her. Each time I looked at her my heart, soul, and body would melt into a puddle. Thank goodness I did not still suffer from my "Shy" problems. We were actually introduced by my ex-wife; you see, V was my ex's best-friend. One thing I can say about my ex is her knowledge of my respect for others, talk about a "Soap Opera" story line, as my ex convinced V to give me a chance. Unfortunately, Victoria and I had lives traveling down different roads; however, I will always appreciate the times our roads did cross. She taught me about truly caring for another person: the look in ones-eyes, the warmth of the heart, and the magic of a single touch. In the end, I realized she deserved much more than I could ever give. Last I heard she was married to a doctor, was more than very happy, and moved into a house with the little white picket-fence; to have this combination remained one of her dreams and I hope she finally fulfilled it.

Missy- she truly desired my progression. Helping me throughout my early flight education, I would never have reached the levels seen, if it were not for her.

MMaW- she believed in me when others would not, to include myself. Our break was a classic phrase, “Be careful of what you ask, you just might get it”. I wanted my aviation profession. She wanted me to have all that I could ever desire. Then, I was gone from home most of the time. Between the Air Force flying and the civilian flying, there was not much time for any home life. Plus, when I was at home, and not too tired from being on the road, my mind was really not there for her. In the end, she taught me that I really do not wish to fly for a living. And, though she is in a happier place, I do miss her from time to time but I am very happy for her.

England- she was not so long ago. A recent widow, she was still dealing with those family issues and really needed a friend. Such a beautiful soul, caring and giving to others without asking for herself; it was easy to fall in love with her. Our break came from distance- I living in California and she in England. I think of her and pray for her happiness.

And finally, Miss Future- I do not know her yet, but I imagine she is the best. As I sit here typing this out on Valentine’s Day, I make one promise before the world. Her world is going to rock, when we do meet. Do you, my readers, remember the movie “Romancing the Stone”? My contention has always been that romance travels hand in hand with adventure. It is the fact of doing something new and exciting, pure adrenaline pumping action, that makes any relationship carry forward. The simple fact of sharing one’s journey, as it happens, with another can create or solidify an existing bond.

These only name a few, for I have more than my fair share of his-stories.

A confirmed nice guy- I spend this Valentine’s Day alone.

Reach

Play That Funk Music

2007-02-06T11:54:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

So, I’ve thought about my attitude and posting of late. Though there are numerous words I have selected for a description, one seemed to appear again and again; that is, until I decided to ensure my definition correct. You see, I have fallen into a “writer’s block”, a wall no getting around, a depression, or funk in my ideas as to conclusions of each topic.

"Funk"
Definition:
1.
a. a state of cowardly fright; panic
b. a state of severe depression
2. a cowardly, fearful person
3. Music
a. musical style: popular music that derives from jazz, blues, soul and is characterized by a heavy rhythmic bass and back beat
b. earthy musical quality: a rhythmic earthy quality in music (slang)
4. U.S. lack of worldliness: lack of sophistication, especially the kind of simplicity or naiveté thought by some to be characteristic of rural or provincial areas (slang)

OK, “Writers Block” it is and no longer will I use the word “Funk” to any writing abilities- or lack of.

With this information before me, I wondered how this word became attached to music. Jazz originally drew on ragtime, gospel, black spiritual songs, West African rhythms, and European harmonies. Developed from African American folk songs in the early 20th century, Blues music, consisting mainly of slow sad songs often performed over a repeating harmonic pattern. Soul music is a style of African American popular music with a strong emotional quality related to Gospel music.

Even the “down” beat of blues does not come relatively close to “Severe Depression.” Well, Funk originated in the 1960’s with performers such as James Brown, Sly and the Family Stone and emerged as a distinct genre by the 1970’s. Characterized by intensely syncopated, danceable rhythms with the emphasis falling heavily on the first beat of every measure; prominent bass lines; a distinctive, razor-sharp type of rhythm guitar; chanted or yelling vocals in the style of Soul; powerful, rhythm -oriented horns; a strong emphasis on percussion, often including hand drums and other instruments as well as computerized or drum kits with African and Jazz influences. Funk music shaped and induced Disco and Hip Hop music as we know it today. My has the course of music diverted through history and at every corner lies the "Fork In The Road".

What this has to do with Writers Block, I ask.

Be Safe,

Reach

I'm Sorry

2007-02-01T12:28:00.000-08:00

This came to me with many additions from other people and I also added a few. This is a compilation of many authors in the hopes to relay the message.

I'm sorry,
That I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you

I'm sorry,
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry,
That I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry,
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"

I'm sorry,
That I am actually nice;
not an asshole

I'm sorry,
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry,
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry,
That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry,
That I tell you your beautiful everyday and the most you could ever think of me is a friend.

I'm sorry,
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry,
If I start not being there, and being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new asshole comes around

I'm sorry,
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry,
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care But most of all

I'm sorry,
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry,
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry,
I can't ever do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry,
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry,
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry,
That when I told you I loved you, you didn't know how to react so you just stopped talking to me.

I'm sorry,
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry,
That I cared

I'm sorry,
That I listen to you at night talk about how you wish you could have done something different.

Ladies always complain to their friends by saying, “There are never any good guys out there” and “always end up with assholes that mistreat.” Well ladies, next time you're bitching, maybe look up to see who you're bitching to because just maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual and screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?" Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, repost as "I'm sorry "and add a little if I forgot something

If you're one of the few girls who would never make a guy feel this way, repost as "To all the girls who look past the nice guys"

Be Safe,

Reach

"winds of change"

2007-01-13T00:07:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

As the New Year welcomes us, we can only look back at our previous adventures and utilize the lessons toward our paths before us. For what lay ahead is only a test.

I am reminded of the wind in an ocean vessel’s sail, when thinking of looking back. Recession is not possible and counter-productive. The drive- the force if you will, is the power from behind ever pushing us toward our destination. It is how we use this thrust that governs our direct path and the degree of achievement. And, when the “winds of change” are upon us, we must hold our course- for that is the true measure of success.

Failing Forward- if you will allow?

Most sportsmen will testify to the “winds of change” within the Olympics. Upon their creation, the Greek called the games (the) “Olympiads” (Greek meaning four years) on the plain of Olympia in Greece. Now, the games are hosted every two years by various nations around the world. Additionally, these Athlos (contest) originally included Herodotus reading all nine books of his ‘history’ to the crowds- estimated two day episode. Apply the “winds of change” theory to this event and I would expect our conclusion accurate of the attendance today. Yet, times have changed and we still hold our course.

With my rope secure between the windward clews and mainsail, even this post can experience the “winds of change” as I regain “the right tack.” 2007 will witness the “winds of change” in many categories to include: politics, economics, socialism, military, entertainment, and religion. People are the power of change, and the demonstration is all around us.

In summary, we the people are “the winds of change” and Heaven help us as we turn a new direction. I can only hope we collectively remain on “the right tack”- it is our responsibility.

Reach

Remembrance

2007-01-10T22:35:00.000-08:00

Hello All,
I’ve not posted in some time- and I have heard about it.
Here is a little remembrance until a well thought out post can arrive.
4 Mr. LeDoux

Well he was pushin seven,
She was barely five,
He rode up on his broom-stick horse
And said, “You wanna ride”?
His boots made a funny sound,
Cause they were his daddy’s size,
His hat kept slippin down below his eyes.
And they rode off in the sunset,
Down the sidewalk;
She laughed at him,
Every time that he talked.
His two front teeth were missing,
But he had the cutest smile-
She thanked the cowboy for the ride.
He was seventeen,
The next time he rode up.
She’d never seen inside a pickup truck.
He was tall and handsome,
Smiling cuter than before,
He’d grown up to fit those boots he wore.
And they rode off in the sunset,
Down the highway;
Took their time gettin home
The back way.
Later on, on the front porch swing,
He pulled her to his side,
She thanked the cowboy for the ride.
Well, he loved her since a child,
She’d always felt the same,
So they settled down
And hitched their dreams together.
And they raised two broom-stick cowboys,
And one little cowboy-girl-
To know god paints the sunsets of the world.
Well, he’s almost sixty-seven,
She’ll admit to forty-nine,
Still loves her like a child,
And she still feels the same.
He smiles a little slower,
At the twinkle in her eye,
And they still saddle up from time to time.
And they ride off in the sunset
In the evening,
Stars as bright
As if they’ve never seen them.
She never fails to say
Before they go to sleep each night,
“Well I love you, cowboy-
Thank you for the ride.”

This Nation loves you, Chris-
Thank you for the ride.

Reach

Souls

2006-12-27T16:34:00.000-08:00

You Are a Dreaming Soul

Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world
So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time
You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...
But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult

You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.
Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.
Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.
Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.

What Kind of Soul Are You?

Santa

2006-12-25T11:01:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas All,

I have family here, and some left to go other places. I am alive and in celebration with family.

Peace be with each of you and your families on this, and every, day of these holidays.

Reach

Communicating with one Oar

2006-12-14T19:55:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

Is it not irony that the word “solo” meaning single or alone, when applied to relationships is pronounced “So Low”?

If you have read my previous post, you will understand why I am facing some rapids lately. Additionally, I have spoken to other single people out there and I have found that we are in the same, and different, boats. As I row alone during this holiday season, I find my single oar tends to create a cyclic pattern and I need to move forward. With every stroke, I am finding my path changing. Do I follow the new direction, or move toward a final goal?

It must be the season, for all I feel at this moment in time is confusing circles. Though, ‘this season’ has lasted over three years, I am certain that it is about to change. Here is what I find truly comical- I am an extremely romantic person with love. It is not uncommon for my actions to remind friends, their desire for a parallel behavior from their ‘better-half’.

Ladies, let me ask you this-
For a special occasion, I have taken a friend out to dinner on her birthday. We arrived to the restaurant with out reservations, and seated normally because the staff was prepared for us. The menu’s are handed out and I pretend to read mine; all the while, watching her for a reaction as she opens the menu.
Earlier, I went to the restaurant and left a personalized and unique Birthday card to be placed in her menu and handed to her when we were seated. Ok, time for the question so prepare yourself-

Why do women say that want a considerate, carrying man; yet, fail to recognize one and throw him to the side?

As I read this post, I think to myself “this is negative”. Well, how can I move forward if I can not release that of the past? How much should I hold back and not release? So, there- there is one release. Do I feel better? Who knows- I certainly don’t.

Just a feeling,

Reach

Communicating in the Rapids

2006-12-13T16:32:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

Do you ever feel as though you are swimming or canoeing up stream? As every event around you seems to be going smooth- then around the next bend comes some rapids and you begin drifting backward no matter which direction you select.
What do we do when a conversation takes this journey? Do we attempt to take one step back and explain or reword our intended thought? Lately, I’ve been experiencing this with my communication skills.

I’ve been corresponding with many friends lately and some of my thoughts appear to be “caught in a current”. Then, when I do take that step backward I find that I only deepen the confusion and drift away from the desired direction. Am I frustrated, hell yes!

That is my complaint of the day- hope this seems major in comparison to yours. As to not be caught in a tide with this thought, I mean that I hope you have no complaints for I am aware this is only trivial and will pass with time.

Reach

2006-12-10T19:05:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

Valerie

wrote, "Brandy is neither egg nog or hot chocolate, Reach. Answer the question! :)"

While I like my egg nog to contain brandy, I thought why bother mixing and go straight to the brandy.

This was short but sweet.
EZ reading day...

Reach

2006-12-06T15:17:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

I know, two posts in one day and my reader-base will go into shock therapy. This little gem is from

The Beautiful Holly

. I thought it nice to join her in this information gathering process. So, here we go:

Holiday Edition of Getting to Know Your Friends.
Hope everyone has time for a few moments of fun! Don't be a scrooge!!!

1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?
Brandy (I know, but I'm on a diet)
2. Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree?
I've been bad this year.
3. Colored or white lights on tree/house?
Colored/ Flashing and a train at the base.
4. Do you hang mistletoe?
I like to be surprised.
5. When do you put your decorations up?
When we start the Brandy.
6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)?
Candied Yams
7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child?
My new bicycle unvailing or the sail boat.
8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?
I saw him and he sounded like my Dad.
9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?
Yes, all the gifts from the family- Santa is Christmas day.
10. How do you decorate your Christmas Tree?
Everything we can find goes on it.
11 Snow! Love it or Dread it?
Southern California- we are snow deficient.
12. Can you ice skate?
Before my injury, yes. I used to be a competition skater.
13. Do you remember your favorite gift?
The sail boat, cause the BB-Gun put somebodies eye out (only joking)
14. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?
Home-made Ice Cream!
15. What is your favorite holiday tradition?
Getting to gether with the family.
16. What tops your tree?
My Aunt's Tree. It is always awesome.
17. Which do you prefer Giving or Receiving?
Can I say neither? I love to watch people's faces when they open any gift.
18. What is your favorite Christmas Song?
Ok, laugh if you will, I love the Theme from Peanuts, or the entire Nut Cracker Album.
19. Candy Canes!
Are OK.
20. What is your funniest holiday memory?
When the dog dove into the Christmas Tree and it fell over.

My road has an intersection

2006-12-06T14:39:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

Well, it has been brought to my attention that I am not the only one who ventures out, with regular stops, to see what is new in the lives of those I have interest. I, again, apologize for the time between posts as I have found myself in an emotional state not commonly recognized by my readers- I have been depressed. All the usual thoughts apply as well as monetary pressures and my mind has found no place for creative thoughts. Call it my latest obsessions, if you will.

Dear Miss Holly has been so kind by illuminating a path back to Blogger Ville reality. Thank You, Beautiful.

Today’s mail did bring new information. First, I am to be at home tomorrow between 1:00 PM to 3:00PM for an interview with the good people at unemployment. My claim began this last 15 October and now they wish to verify my qualifications. Imagine that! Second, in the previous two weeks and with many employment applications distributed, today I received approval for my interest in working for the San Diego County. They require a minimum entrance score of 85.00 and I scored a 90.00- not much for an “over-achiever” if I do say so myself. Finally, third brings a scheduled appointment with the doctors who will analyze my case for the Veterans Administration. On 20 December, 2006 I shall be meeting with several people for physical examinations, I think I had better begin my studies.

My room-mate has made a decision of placement. With a beautiful daughter in tow, they shall move to a new location; thereby, leaving one empty room, my son, and I in this house. I find the times that I am alone are when the mind begins to work hard in defeat. Yet, as my history has proven- I shall prevail and the world shall be mine.

So watch out, when you are traveling the road of life, there just may be a “Speeder” rapidly approaching your progress. With out a hinder, I shall wave my hand in greeting as I find my new roads.

Reach

The cost of friendhsip

2006-11-27T15:20:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

Today I had a follow-up visit with my primary doctor about my ankle. With a two hour drive to meet him, I was not certain that I should go. You see, much of the military is out-sourced to include medical- my medical. Not that most of the medical out-sourcing is my case I just want to clarify that part.

Since I can no longer serve on Active Duty Orders and the member must be on Orders to be seen by a physician, I wondered if Tri-Care would cover this visit. Amazingly enough, my fear was correct and they don’t and would not. I spoke to the young lady at the front desk and she was kind enough to contact Tri-Care on my behalf with this question.

Receiving the phone to speak with their representative I asked, “With whom am I speaking”. A very nice and pleasant female voice on the other end abruptly responded, “Tri-Care!!” I could see the direction this phone call was to head.

I explained my situation, that this was a follow-up visit from an injury sustained during deployment in Operation Iraqi Freedom. She explained she could do nothing about my current situation and if I needed the appointment- I must pay for the visit. So, now it appears that all medical needs for an injury that Tri-Care previously covered 100% now falls upon my unemployed pocket. Hey, that’s ok because something absolutely fantastic came from this conversation.

I explained my situation to my Doctor, who established our “Friendship” at being over three years. He said, “I know physicians should not befriend their patients; however, I truly feel that I know and like you. I have many patients, who I’ve been seeing for more than five years and I could not tell you their names if I saw them on the street.” While this quote may sound poor for a physician, please keep in mind that he was the primary physician for an entire Air Force Reserve Base during its mobilization, close to 3,000 members, added to his current patients!

After my visit today, I mentioned to him my desire to continue our professional relationship, and when this is all behind us to be better friends.

Today, I paid $57.00 that a corporation held responsibility; however, I walked away with a stronger friendship. I’m the winner!

Reach

Changing Updates

2006-11-25T16:59:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

With five days since my last post, not much has changed. I had a great time visiting family and friends on Thanksgiving and thank you all for the holiday wishes. I’ve not heard any response of submitted resumes; however, today I did receive an offer that very well may be difficult to refuse. A very good friend, and financial wizard, has called me concerning a partnership. It appears he has found 5-10 acres of vineyard land. His proposal was that he and I join forces and purchase our very own winery. The property centrally located and close enough for either of us in commuting to our primary professions, yet, far enough out that we would be in the country.
My focus has remained to allow my journey find its own way, as opposed to my usual forcing my way through life. If this comes to pass, my entire personal view will have made a complete change.

Sometimes, usually more than not, long term change is good and should be embraced.

Just a quick thought

Reach

Was it Sense, or Cents?

2006-11-20T17:10:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

Success is ours!

Today, in a press release from Reuters(insert link here is not working), somebody has come to their senses! Media Tycoon Rupert Murdoch said, “This was an ill-considered project”, as he spoke of the decision when he “scrapped a new book and TV interview in which O.J. Simpson offered a hypothetical account of how he would have killed his ex-wife and her friend.”

Hey Rupert, "You think??????"

"Ill-considered", huh?

Did they pay attention to the general public? Did they finally come to their senses?

Who knows?
Also, what were they thinking originally, was it money or just plain stupidity?

In any language- we can see the direction you are trying to take our society, with this attempt.

Reach

Remember

2006-11-19T20:21:00.000-08:00

Hello All,
Saturday night was our Military Ball. During the opening ceremonies, one tradition continues to shred at the heart; it is for this reason, I will share this event with you incase you have never had the honor to experience.

Picture in your mind one single table set aside from the rest and near the head table of the room. With respect, each member who walks near the table remembers. After we were welcomed and had taken our seats, a voice rings throughout the room. One single voice of a female narrates this ceremony to remember.

“As you entered the banquet hall this evening, you may have noticed a small table in a place of honor. It is set for five to honor each branch of service. This table is our way of symbolizing the fact that members of our profession of arms are missing from our midst.

Army, Marines, Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard.

They are commonly called POWs or MIAs; we call them "Brothers." They are unable to be with us this evening and so we remember them.

This Table set for five -- Symbolizing the frailty of prisoners alone against oppressors. Remember!

The Tablecloth is white -- Symbolizing the purity of their intentions to respond to their country's call to arms. Remember!

The single Red Rose displayed in a vase reminds us of the families and loved ones of our comrades-in-arms who keep the faith awaiting their return. Remember!

The Red Ribbon tied so prominently on the vase is reminiscent of the red ribbon worn upon the lapel and breasts of thousands who bear witness to their unyielding determination to demand a proper accounting of our missing. Remember!

The Candle, the candle is lit -- Symbolizing the upward reach of their unconquerable spirit. Remember!

A Slice of Lemon is on the bread plate to remind us of their bitter fate. Remember!
There is Salt upon the bread plate -- Symbolic of the families tears as they wait. Remember!

The Glass is inverted, as they cannot toast with us this night; however, on this occasion the glasses are placed upright -- honor those who will join us in spirit. Remember!

The Chair -- The chair is empty. They are not here. Remember!

Remember! -- All of you who served with them and called them comrades, who depended upon their might and aid, and relied upon them, for surely, they have not forsaken you. Remember!

Remember! -- Until the day they come home, Remember!"

A remembered thought,

Reach

Do actions speak louder than words?

2006-11-17T19:49:00.000-08:00

Hello All,
Well, as you can see by my previous post, I was a little heated. It is for this reason, I decided to speak my mind to somebody who can, but probably will not, change a course of events to come. You got it, I logged onto their website and followed the “email” html and wrote to FOX addressing this issue and asking….well, here is a copy:
To: The Management and General Staff, FOX News and Fox entertainment,
Greetings and I hope the message finds you well.
With the opportunity of time to spell out every detail of my objections, I wish to keep this simple and straight forward. I am appalled that any of the Fox entertainment, networks, or companies is even considering the airing of Mr. Simpson's interview. The number of people across the United States who find this action to be in poor taste is continuing to grow. Currently, I have spoken to many numbers of people who are considering a boycott of the interview, all Fox sponsors, and FOX News should this interview air.

With the previous stated, please keep in mind the number of victims within the United States who may be considering the same actions as those I have had conversations on this topic. Additionally, to any person employed by FOX, please ponder the idea of your company sharing your same moral fortitude- should this interview air.

I write this letter with good intention of bringing forward integrity to our nation’s entertainment providers. I have never written any letter to any other corporation in the past; as, I have always maintained the corporation is solely in place for monetary reasons. Unfortunately, FOX will be the first corporation to have made a decision I find appalling. I, my family, and my household have continued to be loyal customers of the FOX Networks. I find it sad to have this continued relationship end- should FOX News follow through with their plans of airing this horrible idea.
Respectfully,
A. Customer

Here is the response I received,

The original message was received at Fri, 17 Nov 2006 18:03:27 -0500 (EST)
from root@localhost

*** ATTENTION ***

Your e-mail is being returned to you because there was a problem with its
delivery. The address which was undeliverable is listed in the section
labeled: "----- The following addresses had permanent fatal errors -----".

The reason your mail is being returned to you is listed in the section
labeled: "----- Transcript of Session Follows -----".

----- The following addresses had permanent fatal errors -----
<@foxinc.comaskfoxfoxinc.com>

----- Transcript of session follows -----
553 <@foxinc.comaskfoxfoxinc.com>...
Just an update,
Reach

I'm just a hound

2006-11-16T19:21:00.000-08:00

Hello All,
It is time to release the hounds and hopefully the FOX will run underground.

As my usual routine, I was surfing around the net on friend’s sites and

Seven

brought the most appalling item to my attention. This bothered me to the point that

Henry David Thorough

would appreciate; therefore, it is my turn to “go off” and post my thoughts, frustrations and surprise.

Airing toward the end of the Sweeps week, on FOX will be the o.j. simpson interview. It is in this forum simpson will announce the sale of his new book titled, “O.J. SIMPSON: IF I DID IT, HERE’S HOW IT HAPPENED” (working title). FOX, employer to Geraldo Rivera, who attempted to release critical operational information while embedded during Operation Iraqi Freedom, and famous for such classic entertainment television such as “MARRIED WITH CHILDREN” and who can forget “WHO WANTS TO MARRY A MILLIONARE”, is aiming high for the ratings game. Reportedly, the interview will be conducted by none other than noted publisher Judith Regan, who coincidentally is simpson’s publisher.
“This is an interview that no one thought would ever happen”, said Mike Darnell, Executive Vice President of Alternative Programming. Mike, I speak to you so informally because it does not appear that you give consideration to the view of the public; anyway, let me explain to you why nobody thought that it would ever happen. The public was captivated and focused on every detail presented during the trial. The majority of the public had formed their own opinion- despite the “so called” jury verdicts. We listened to the evidence and watched the double talking attorneys set the events that led to this man’s freedom.

All of this, and FOX Network wishes to join forces with simpson- do you NOT see how wrong this is, on so many levels??????

Meanwhile, reportedly simpson will be receiving $3.5 million for the book, as stated by MSN’s Jeannette Walls. “o.j. simpson is confessing. Hypothetically, that is” wrote Walls. Additionally, she wrote, “But simpson is not actually confessing to the murder- rather, he’s writing a ‘hypothetical’ book." To which the Enquirer published simpson’s plans to keep the money and not pay out on the civil court suit. Could this be contempt to the very judicial system that allowed him to leave the court room free, that very day?

All of this, and FOX Network wishes to join forces with simpson- do you NOT see how wrong this is, on so many levels??????

The greatest freedom we have in the United States is choice. I will never force my opinions upon another; therefore, I for one, and will probably be the only one, not viewing FOX Network for this interview- or, ever again. If this is their idea of how I wish to be entertained, then they have no concept of my character. There was a point in my life, where o.j. simpson was a figure that I respected- those days are gone, along with my respect for any corporation deciding to unit in any form with him.
Just a thought,

Reach

I see; therefore, I am

2006-11-14T08:08:00.000-08:00

Hello All,
With more than a decade of playing in Excel, I’m off to an Excel class for beginners. Ha-Ha

I am certain that I may learn some new tools, only because I am self taught using the Microsoft Excel 2000 book. Seeing is believing- today, I shall know what levels I have achieved on my own.

Reach

Who made Chili

2006-11-13T22:20:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

“Ma’am, I’m here to check your gas.” “Sir, what do you mean by saying, ‘210- 220, whatever it takes’?” If all goes as desired, I shall have a new introduction as I walk into the room.

Today, with evidence of my online Resume being read, I headed off to City Hall with the inquiry of available city positions. Posted, was a position that I surprisingly qualify to hold. I filed the appropriate paper-work and added all the required documentation and hopefully I shall be the new Field Engineering Inspector. I applied for the entry level position, to better transfer my credentials.

Be Safe,

Reach

Professional Snipe Hunt

2006-11-04T14:45:00.000-08:00

Hello All,
Well I am beginning to post more often. This is helping my focus and attitude. Today’s piece is short and not so sweet- so let’s get into it. I am looking for comments and possibly, some rebuttals.

Airline Pilots risk their lives to ensure your safe travel. Physicians practice and spend many hours, days, even years for the possibility to give quality in life to another. Surgeons or Anesthesiologists literally hold you life in their hands. Ok, I believe you are noticing my laid out trend.

Why have I met unemployed Pilots, Doctors, Teachers, CEO’s; and yet, I’ve never met an unemployed politician? Is there really a high demand for these individuals?

Just a thought,

Reach

Charles Reade on Sowing

2006-11-02T22:44:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

Late Thursday evening and while at the site of a beautiful and inspirational young lady, my mind remembered a quote. This impressed so much; I was compelled to include it to my site. I hope you find a meaning in the following.

"Sow an act and you reap a habit. Sow a habit and you reap a character. Sow a character and you reap a destiny." - Charles Reade

Reach

2006-11-02T06:33:00.000-08:00

One of my play areas, where my toys are at arms Reach. If I'm not posting, I am playing. Can you see the distractions?

With other boards in the garage, the 6' 2" Hurley-Jimmy'z and 6' 2" Lost boards are my sons; while, the 5' 10" Seaflight over the computer, 9' 6" Bruce Jones in the corner, and other toys are mine. we are two bachelors, welcome to our Living Room.

Reach

Gibraltars of life

2006-10-30T16:44:00.000-08:00

Hello All,

I am certain to lose my reader base due to my lack of involvement on my own site. Originally, I wanted this site to report my on-going medical status and to practice my writing skills. You see, I love to write and use my vivid imagination. Through my life, I have had the fortune of many unique adventures to illustrate. I can not explain why these ventures fall into my lap, but they do and I never hesitate in participating.
This past 3.5 years have been very tough and completely tried my attitude; however, I have walked away a better man. I view myself as better only because my views in life and other people have changed. I am more tolerant, and I have gained tremendous respect for others as I have learned we can not, nor should not, see another person’s façade and assume we are meeting the full person. The foundation of each individual personality continues to grow through their adversities and life’s lessons. Therefore, every person will change and we should expect this.

Prior to the accident, I was a “Now” minded individual. I planned for the future, as my training had taken over; yet, I very much enjoyed the moments with my friends in various locations.

Here is a sunset outside my window in Rota Spain. I like this photo, for it reminds me of found times. Like, when we rented cars and drove to The Rock of Gibraltar.

Anyway, I am lucky for my friends, as they have remained by my side through this ordeal and I value them this much more. I am lucky for my life, as I continue to give thanks every day and I appreciate the good things still coming my way. Mostly, I am lucky for my family, as my friends are included in this category, for my love for them will never end. Also, I would like to add, I am lucky for you, my individual reader, as you show your patients through my dry times and laugh with me as my life turns funny. Laughter is the best medicine, and I could not imagine sharing these times with any other person- So, to my Gibraltars, I thank you.

Standing steady, through history and into the future, we must remember the mirror not only reflects who we are, but where we have been- that is our foundation.

Reach

Yesterday, part duex

2006-10-25T16:10:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

To continue with the previous post, so scroll down and read that one first:

“The Good”, when I returned to her office, she had found the missing paper-work locked in the office next to hers. Imagine That! And, it would be no problem to copy the original and include the copied form for a complete DD214. She assured me and everybody else in the office, that I should have the form next week. She was beautiful.

Why did I lose my temper? For more than three years, I have been dealing with this system and that system. Why did I cave in? Could I have not been releasing, and just over-loaded on stress? It did not help to make me feel better.

“The Good”, continued….
Last night I spoke with a Captain I used to fly with at the company. We spoke and caught up on many levels. Then it happened, he offered me a position with his new company. I re-informed him of the lost medical rating and it did not matter to him. “We”, he said, “can work around that”. The job offers are starting to come in, so I had better be prepared.

Once I realized that my attitude is in check with my work ethic, I knew all was not lost.

A New Moral for Me- “Patience is a virtue I should not hurry to have!”

With less than three months to January, I have less than three months to work on my ankle. The

Skyhawks

are returning, and I am going to jump with them. Well, that was the agreement before they left, last summer.

So, watch the sky as I climb higher and higher. I wish to Reach the Stars.

Just a thought.

Reach<

Oh, I believe in Yesterday......

2006-10-25T15:21:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

Yesterday met all criteria for “The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly”; therefore, I shall begin with the later.

“The Ugly”, I woke up….Ok, I think that about sums up that one. As I watched the sun rise, from the shower window, I said good bye to that category and began my day.

“The Bad”, I lost my temper. I am proud of the fact, that I can maintain control and keep my attitude in check through all the adversities in my life. I have not been violent in more than ten years, and proud of that fact- well, until yesterday.
Since being released from active duty, and physically unable to regain employment in my former position, I filed for unemployment to carry myself through the next few months- would hate to drain my account completely. Also, I visited my friend at the VA to file my disability claim. Each will require my DD214, a form used by the military to document your achievements and experiences. OK, that being said, I went back to the base to request there be no delay on issuing that form. OOPS, they do not have all of the appropriate paper-work and of the items that are missing, have been shredded! OMG, now what shall I do. Please do not misunderstand my intentions, as I am looking at a disability rating close to 50%.

Shhhh, don’t tell anybody that I do not let that stand in my way of living life to the fullest, I shall tell you about my next adventure at the end of this post.

Anyway, I asked what I could do to solve this problem and received a minor attitude from the clerk. OK, again?.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been doing well to stay in control. The clerk said, “Sorry, and oh-by-the-way, you are not the only person waiting on their DD214!”

You know, I was born at night, but not last night. No I did not say that to her.

I know that I am not the only one; additionally, I know that I fall in a sequential line. “I am only attempting to learn the time frame of this process”, I said. Still not losing my temper (so proud), as I am witnessing my disability claim fly out the window. I asked, “What can be done, to get these forms I require”. She informed me that it will probably take up to six months- Now you know the time that my ten year achievement was ending.

You see, I would be forced to begin the claim process all over, without this form. I do not know if I should go six months.

“Six Months, I asked? So, I packed up my belongings and grabbed my brief case and thanked her, still being polite and by some appearance, calm, and left her office. I immediately returned to my office and threw my brief case across the room. I next went for a walk in the atrium, to steady my nerves. After I returned to my office, I found that I had broken my brief case- that is why I do not like to lose my temper, it only does damage and is not productive. I sorted and organized the paper-work that was everywhere and made a second attempt for the DD214.

The young lady had some time for reflection and made a conscious decision to be more than helpful. And she was.

Part One,

Reach

2006-10-22T19:18:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
It is Sunday and I’m back from my first Reserve Weekend in many years. Yes, I am again a “Weekend Warrior”, and must plan my Reserve Weekends, months in advance. I originally planned to post this last Friday; however, due to time constraints did not. In that planned post, I wished to express a little more about myself and offer some photos from my house.

I awoke to blue skies and a nice view toward the ocean. Here is the Pacific Ocean, as seen from one of my balconies, 20 miles away. Of course, I am positioned within an approach path of the local airport.

Same location and here is an evening shot.

Again, same location and here is the sunset.

As my reader base has decreased, the more dedicated have remained and my interactions are becoming more personal. Yet, I must keep in mind of other blogger friend’s experiences and apply the lessons I have witnessed them learn.

I hope you enjoyed this small glimpse into this portion of my world.

Reach

Parrot Head- Day!

2006-10-15T16:53:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

Today I am drunk. Somehow, the inner voice is telling me- do not post while in this state. Hell, I am in California, what does that have to do with anything?

Jimmy Buffet would be proud. Rum and Coke (how do I make the Trademark symbol) are flowing with little viscosity today. Have you ever tried Malibu Rum? MMM, it is good! Why does the word "ever" look so weird, while I am in this state. Not California, but mind. I checked the beach report, and the swells look horrible for paddling out; so, I upgraded the computer today. Of course, I did this prior the "Home" festivities that I am now experiencing.

OMG (Oh My Gawd), I have just realized the last time that I was in this frame of mind. Considering I currently suffer from "Convenient Alzheimers", I am not afforded the date to relay to you. But, it was a thought.

Or, should I close with:

Just a thought,

Reach

Why I've been so distant

2006-10-14T07:59:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
The past three years have culminated into three eventful weeks. This past three weeks proved to be very educational, as well as emotional.
In previous posts, I have described the events that I have, and had been, living through. The boards had made their final decisions and sent out the notifications and of course the “trickle-down” effects have finally reached me.
It begins, “Officials within the Office of the Secretary of the Air Force have determined that subject member is physically fit for continued military duty.”

Thank you, as this has been my premise since day one.

It continues, “He is placed on Assignment Limitation Code ‘xxx-x’ status indefinitely at the direction of the Air Force Reserve Command (AFRC) Surgeon. Subject member may not be removed from this status without prior approval from the AFRC Command Surgeon.”

Ok, this leaves room for future fitness tests and a reevaluation- I hope. Now for the comedy, Ladies and Gentlemen.

Continuing, “Update assignment limitation code ‘xxx-x’ to “X” and DAV with an expiration date of 08 August 3888 (indefinite) and Duty Status code “00”.”

Did you see that date?? I am grounded from flight for 1,882 years! That will be 209 consecutive military careers! Also, that will be 25 life times!

The following is the findings basis:
The subject member currently suffers from a symptomatic superolateral talar dome osteochondral defect with a new distal tibial osteochondral defect.

So, now you have it-

Reach

Last night I thought

2006-10-05T07:41:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
I am home and about ready to finalize my Active Duty Tour by filing the finishing paper work at the base. Last night I was sitting and thinking of days gone by, then memories of old friends entered my thoughts. How are they now? What are they doing? Would they be surprised, knowing “the previous me” and seeing “the me” that is now?

Pastor was a high school friend, just beyond the acquaintance level. Should he have asked for help, I certainly would’ve responded. I did not know Pastor outside of school, nor did I know or run in his crowd. You see, we had a culturally diverse friendship- but a friendship non-the-less. Last year was my high-school reunion and during that time of festivity I learned of Pastor’s passing. He died some time shortly after our graduation. He died of a disease, famous for striking a particular culture. It hit me then, and I can not explain why, but I remembered him last night.

I wondered last night of his life’s direction, had it not been shortened. I imagined his success from knowing his drive, enthusiasm, and personality. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks- Tony.

Tony and I were close friends through high-school. Unfortunately, Tony did not graduate- to the best of my memory. Tony passed away at an earlier age than Pastor. Tony was an avid drag-racer; in a town full of motor-heads.

The little city where we all grew up was rated “Number Three in the nation” by the national magazines for auto-sport hobbyists- and cruising was the draw. Imagine a 3.5 mile, four lane road full of people. I’m not just speaking of the bumper to bumper traffic, but the side-walks were full of those claiming their position for the night’s activities- thousands and thousands of people.

This is only a small view into my high-school years. When I was not practicing skating, surfing, with the band, or just hanging out; I was a Motor-Head!

Last night, some friends and I hung out again.

Reach

Progress Report- Just a quick note:

2006-10-03T17:50:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
Well this is my second day of being an unemployed civilian. It is nice to sleep in- something I’ve not done for some time. Also, I don’t even think about those “Oh-Dark, thirty” alerts. I can sleep through the night, or even stay up as late as I wish.

Yesterday I accomplished too much and I am beginning to think that I must pace myself. Our mail has been going undelivered due to an unlock-able mail box and the postal person will not leave our mail un-safe. I’ve tried to have my son and room-mate pick up the mail at the post office for over a week- and I succeeded yesterday; however, the post office was unaware of any returned mail. Well, I guess those important letters will have to be re-sent.

I am not certain if I have previously addressed the next issue, so here you go. Though I could not be hired into the photo-journalist’s position, I did decide to continue photographing and editing. This idea spawned my production company, which I shall describe in more detail as all of the legalities are finished. Although, I do have my first production almost ready to shoot in the next month. I had a meeting with the client yesterday and we sat down and discussed our ideas. I think with this collaboration, we are going to finish with an outstanding Promotional Video. This film is going to focus on a particular company and its participation and contributions to off-road racing. So here is the foundation of yesterday’s discussion: Opening scene is going to be a desert camp-site in the early morning hours. All bodies are slowly waking from their sleep. As one person starts their vehicle’s engine, the other people awaken and slowly head to their own vehicle. We shall include some professional drivers suiting up in these shots. Additionally, there will be one “Retired” couple beginning their day. All shots will be directed to enhance the final scenes- that of “Trophy-Kart” races. If you’ve not witnessed the Trophy-Kart division, I highly recommend seeing it once. I was amazed at the things these carts will do……Wow.

Today, I tore into my truck’s motor for some preventative maintenance. Oh yes, and I watched a movie. I am going to count these past two days as a weekend. Tomorrow I plan to either go to the base and finish some paper work, or, work in the yard around here. I’ve not done any yard work for some time, as I have been asking my son and room-mate to do these chores. While it is work; it is very relaxing and I shall need to enter the “Job-Hunting” force with a clear and positive mind.

Bottom line- I am happy.

Reach

Day Dreams- About Football things

2006-09-28T16:41:00.000-07:00

With the imagination of a hazy and foggy afternoon, this reporter dreamt the following:

In a bold move today, Tennessee Titans Executive Vice President and Head Coach, Geoff Fishingman, announced the release of the entire secondary offensive line. Ensuring a 53 man-team and retaining his elite players, Fishingman moved the primary offensive line to the secondary list and announced his personal recruitment of Eircheard Gordan Fearghasson from Scotland. “Fearghasson, of the Fearghas clan, is translated as ‘The Supreme Choice’ in their native language.” He continued, “Eircheard, hails from the small town of Dalbeattie, Scotland; sheltered in the valley of the River Urr and about 15 kilometers southwest of Dumfries.” In awe of Fearghasson’s size, Allen Descentrey, Special Teams Coach added, “He (Fearghasson) lives up to his namesake as ‘The Craftsman of The Super Fort’ and Curry (Coolheals, Titan Quarter Back) will never need worry about moving his feet- not that he does now.” Continuing in a Full Staff press interview, Borman Rockachow, the organization's Offensive Coordinator said with a smile, “He (Fearghasson) gained his strength from moving granite slabs in the town mills and (he) will become “The New Source of Force”. Tevia Watermanson, the team’s Strength and Conditioning Coach interjected, “To bad the fans will not be able to see Eircheard play this weekend, as the team is scheduled to play the Dallas Cowboys.” Continuing, he said, “Considering Terrell Owens’ Center Staging, spotlighting attracting efforts, and unexpected accidental over dose - We feel all eyes will be on Terrell, as T.O. likes to ensure. He (T.O.) seems to enjoy the spotlight from the side-lines when the opposing team's offense takes the field.” Much to this reporter’s surprise, Mr. Owens twin made a surprise entry while saying, “I’m here now the press may begin.” Without missing a beat, Eircheard stood from behind the stage, doubling as his press table, and announced to the media, “Nut ta worree, I’m plunnin un wurring me kilt!”
To which, Art Capilone, Executive Producer of Fox Entertainment, Sports, and Underwater Basket Weaving Division announced, the Titan/Cowboy game will be “Blacked Out!”

Reach

The first formation flight

2006-09-21T14:41:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
During my flight training (civilian), my friend and I decided to take up the Super Decathlon, an aerobatics plane, for some fun in the sun. We refueled at Oceanside airport, Ca, and then ventured eastbound to the practice area. The practice area is far away from civilization, so we would not have to worry about hitting houses or population and such. Along the route, as we had noted by our charts, we found that we could cross into a militarized (NO-FLY) zone if we did not apply situational awareness. This in mind, we came to a mutual agreement of not entering this zone!

I have had some requests for more aviation stories; however, my mind was not being cooperative with any refreshing thoughts. Until now- and since I have already prefaced with the foundation of a story, I shall continue….

The take-off and departure was by the book and with our parachutes properly donned, we admired the view of Oceanside harbor. The westward departure forced us to either immediately turn north for 180 degrees, or extend out toward the ocean. Following our final eastbound turn, we became somewhat (ya right) disoriented and followed the previous heading.

As we flew over the hills of sage and dust, we could only admire our view of the horizon from 1500 feet. Additionally, we would periodically scan for traffic (other aircraft in the area). I believe, I was the first to see the approaching helicopter, yet I am still not certain. To our left was a “Hughie”, United States Marine Corp helicopter- with guns, and he was flying parallel to us about 500 feet away! “Oh-sshhhhh”, I exclaimed into our intercom! My friend actually finished my sentence as we were being “escorted” from the militarized (NO-FLY) zone. I could not help but think, “There go my pilot’s certificates”; and then, we understood that we were only playing our part of the “escort”. No actions were to be taken. Cool! “OK, it is time to play” came a voice over the radio. To which, the other pilot in our aircraft (um, really it was not me) said, “Boy’s it’s the devil in me” back at them. I think that was a quote from a ‘70’s song about driving fast, picket fences, and the “lines in the road just look like dots.” Therefore, the next thing we did was to join up with them in formation- inverted!
The Super Decathlon will fly inverted for two minutes without the requirement of maneuvering prior to fuel starvation- and we tested those specifications.

When it was my turn to watch our proximity to the helicopter, my buddy asked, “What are they doing”? I needed to take a second look for verification purposes as I thought I saw a bird. Yep, right there in between the aerobatics plane and the helicopter was a bird waving at us in the formation.

Upon the second look-, I was correct. As I could see the gunner telling us that, we were NUMBER ONE!

Reach

God loves the Marines- Hoo Rah!

Of water and sound

2006-09-19T15:24:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
As previously promised, the river trip went well. My room-mate, her daughter, one of the daughter’s friends, and myself made the drive with much singing and carrying on along the way. Each excited to begin the weekend. Unfortunately, the excitement was short lived as the room-mate decided this to be the time to begin an attitude; which lasted all weekend. All that said the girls and I made the decision not letting this bother our fun. The boat was ready when we arrived and after setting up our camping site, we were on the lake. Oh the Lake, the one solitude that would last all weekend. The girls enjoyed water skiing as well as water Tubing. They even met some young gentlemen, their age, who wanted to go out for a few boat rides. I thought it funny that the boys liked the slower speeds when Tubing. Then, by request, the boys and the girls paired off and found new Tubing partners. This was the time that everybody except me wanted the mellow-rides. The father of one boy lives locally, and surfs by my house. Additionally, he is a private pilot and we spent one full night talking of airplanes. We decided to get some surfing safari’s going and exchanged email.

Time for a gear change- Last night I went to my buddy’s office to play with his toys. His office is a fully equipped sound and video stage. He just received some new toys and I was honored to be part of their “unveiling”. Immediately following, we began doing some recordings that lasted until 2:30 AM. I’ve not been in the studio for more than twenty years- 1983, to be exact. Wow, did that bring back some memories, even though I have much less hair. I didn’t see any future like I once thought but it was fun to play around again. I’d go back tonight if I was not expecting company. Who knows, maybe tomorrow night will find me late in the studio again.

Considering I have been offering some down-beat posts, I thought I might offer an up-beat one- so here it is for the change of gears.

Reach

Some time has passed

2006-09-18T16:16:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
Recently a Captain from my civilian company paid me an update visit. I was happy since we have not seen each other in years, and were looking forward to my recovery and returning to work for the airline. Unfortunately, I gave him the bad news of my never flying again- Well not passing my flight physical. This reminded me of how I have failed in updating my internet friends; therefore, I shall try to be brief of my time spent.

My Medical Boards were finalized on 18 August with a “Return to Service” determination; however, there are limitations within this decision. Not since I was a child residing in my father’s house have I been on restriction. Ok, maybe I spoke too soon- As I am now restricted to the CONUS, Continental United States! I am non-mobility rated and will not be returning to Iraq.
“Why is this bothersome for me”, you might ask- I will tell you why. Do you remember

This Post

? As my friends were teaching the Skyhawks to surf, I was filming/documenting their adventures. The final product from that day found its way to some high sources and a job offer found its way back to me. I was offered a Photo-Journalist position and they would send my happy butt to school for the furtherance of my basic knowledge. Alright, I am an amateur; but, they say I have an “Eye for composition”. The only problem with this position is that it is a “World-Wide Qualification” and I am on restriction. I feel like a teenager speaking with my friends over the phone, on this one.
I have been working on a spreadsheet for my current position and writing formulas. Though I do not have any degrees in math or algebra, I do seem to struggle my way through this stuff by producing formulas like the following:
“=IF(INPUT!B14>1,IF(U14=$U$3,IF(I14>1,(I14-H14)+(G14-E14)+(Q14-P14)+(S14-R14),IF(H14>1,(H14-E14)+(Q14-P14)+(S14-R14),(G14-E14))),IF(R14>1,$V$3,IF(P14>1,$V$3,IF(H14>1,$H$2,$V$3)))),0)”
This stuff is really working!
There have been other things going on, but I shall leave them for another day.
Sleep well,

Reach

Is it still sensitive?

2006-08-29T16:27:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
As I have previously commented on the topic of Mr. Karr, I could not find it in myself to believe his guilt in the Ramsey case. I do not know why; call it instinct or just a “Gut Feeling”, but I required more than just the word of the Prosecution saying, “We’ll tell you more later”. Yet, as I watched the Circus, we call “The Media”, his guilt was declared and the sentencing phase was beginning. CNN talk show hosts were all over this man, by interviewing everybody who would step forward- only to prove Andy Warhol correct in their 15 Minutes.

In 1980, the two security managers of my place of employment were fired on the grounds of selling narcotics to the young patrons. In retaliation, late one Friday night, our busiest hour, they decided a “Drive-By” shooting was in order. Two individuals, each my friend, died at the hand of these thugs and their rampage. I was present, but not hurt physically. The next day, our local paper was certain to have the lead story with their 24 hour harassment of questions. Until, two young children filled with rumor were happy to comply with the “Reporter’s” questions. On the third day, I was pronounced dead!

What is it like to read your own obituary? Not Fun!

Not Fun to answer the phone calls, one after the other, to explain the misprint. Not Fun to find people crying, and then experience their anger, over, and over, and over again. Imagine, two weeks of explaining. Imagine a newspaper editor, standing behind his reporter and not issuing an amendment to the article. Imagine, standing before a man to convince him of your life, and the furtherance of said life only to meet, his denial! Two weeks of Not Fun.

Why could I not believe Mr. Karr’s guilt? I, unlike our media, who we finance through sells, required proof. It is too bad, that such a business does not issue any apologies. While Mr. Karr is not a person I would call a friend, associate, or even acquaintance, I do not know him and I will not prejudge any person in the way of our media. I am not certain of him as dangerous or a threat; however, what right does the media have, even under the First Amendment, to label him as they have done?

OK, I am off of my Soap Box.

Reach

Is Silence golden?

2006-08-22T13:30:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
I have been so busy, and wanting to post. I have seen those posts, when the author is just too busy to write, and so they sit down and add a one line post. Though I understand their situation, I just could not bring myself to write a one liner.

The previous said and I find myself with the real need to add something to this site. The problem I now face is for a topic matter. With so much going on in the world, to which I feel passionate of commenting; however, which topic is appropriate for today. Could I write my opinions of the pending Jihad, thanks to the “Radical” groups, or Mr. Karr, who feels certain he is the true murderer of a little girl, loved nation wide. Of the latter, even though I have not fully followed the crime, I have my reservations to his guilt. I don’t know, just something does not add up in my mind. In addition, how the two topics may connect- as in the state’s assassination of an innocent man bringing the world into the Holly Wars.

Well, to issues that are more personal would be the likely, and most wise, direction. My Medical Board has Finalized their decision and I am to remain in the Air Force. I now occupy an office position and the board states, “Return to full Military duty”. Sound good, well maybe for some people, but not for this flyer. As I am permanently Grounded and restricted to the CONUS! I spoke to my civilian employer, and as I have suspected, I shall not be returning to their gainful employment. Career Change!

Imagine your family pet, free to roam on a farm; then, restrict it to a fenced in, back yard.

This is how Reach has been viewing the world, as of late.

PS The River was greatly needed and completely available for getting such things out of my head. I shall save the River Post for a happier day.

The River

2006-08-09T11:14:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

Today I begin some much required leave. I am taking advantage of a mini vacation to begin another journey of boating on the Colorado River. We are taking on the length of Lake Havasu, because, I shall be traveling with three lady friends for an extended weekend of water sports. I am the designated driver due to my continuing condition; however, the girls will be skiing, tubing, and rafting. My enjoyment will be found in their laughter, so, until next week, I wish you all the best weekend.

Reach

Perspectivity

2006-08-08T12:54:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
I know of my problems; therefore, I can only imagine the problems of others. For relativity, I can only suppose other people’s problems and the level perceived by the individual. It is for these reasons, I have decided to exclude negativity from my life and treasure an optimistic view as such circumstances become present.
So, let’s place some perspective in this analysis, as I look at my little corner of this world.
The current population of the earth, as reported by the U.S. Census Bureau is 6,533,425,755 people. An optimistic view upon any one person’s global achievement should be outstanding. This being said, any one of my readers who is considered “World Class” in any profession, sport, or hobby; gratification, dignity and honor are the virtues of the individual’s core, based solely on their dedication toward achievement. If modesty is still in view, how would a five step panoptical view change your perception?

Bigger Look.

Bigger Look.

Bigger Look.

Bigger Look.

The 15th brightest star in the sky, Antares is more than 1,000 light years away. I think my little corner is becoming much smaller.

Reach

Quest Haven

2006-08-06T07:12:00.000-07:00

I remember camping near Quest Haven just outside of the small town where I spent part of my youth.
Mix together one part, a child’s imagination; one part, the legends of elder generations; mystery, adventure and several children, and this story will unfold. My grandfather would sit the grandkids down and tell us the stories of a past. A past filled with ghosts, the criminally insane, and the darkest place on earth. He said, “Take the road to the pavement’s end, and when the pavement again begins, travel no more.” He continued, “Should your venture exceed the limits, you will meet a past of Nuts and the White Lady.”
Quest Haven is a very isolated community buried in a valley of legends just west of our town. On the path leading to Quest Haven and as the trees and valley walls visually open around the road, there is a quarry for making headstones. With yielded stones on display along the roadside, the quarry sets a mood for an adventure the traveler is about to take. Just as the pavement ends is the campground my family would frequent. Due to the location beyond city limits, we could ride our dirt bikes, four wheel drives, and horses along the trails in the valley and up its walls by day. However, do not pass, where the pavement begins.
As the stories were presented to us, Quest Haven is a religious retreat with a history not to itself. The land is where the legend begins; as unconfirmed reports say, Quest Haven is the former location of an Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Distant neighbors used speak of the “Calls of the Bedlam”. Additionally, legend maintains, it is on this very land, where the Ghost of the White Lady still rides her horse in the night. A result of a murder/suicide, the story says the White Lady shall never rest until she finds her love. Since the development of a religious retreat, her sightings have decreased drastically.
One night, our small group of children decided to take the dirt road to where the pavement again begins. With trees on either side of the road, their branches stretched out offering a canopy for the road and its travelers. In the night air, we could not see the moon or even one star from the road and our flashlights lead the way through this above ground tunnel in nature. It is funny how environments like this and the imaginations of children can give life to shadows of the distance. We had decided to remain strong, for strength traveled in numbers, and no force will divert our quest, to see Quest Haven.
We came upon an iron gate, as the pavement again begins, standing ominously in the night. With a hush, we stood on the road’s side, shaking and trembling as we could hear noises not of the forest all around us. To this point, no danger fell our way; however, the warning signs were present and we could feel our hair stand on end. Out of the night air, a voice, not of our group, spoke to us to bring about our rapid escape. A quiet voice, low and monotone said, “Leave this area, and no trespassing”, immediately followed by the sound of a pump action shotgun. To this day, we are unclear if the fear originated from the sound of the voice or the shotgun, but it was true fear.
Every child has heard the legends from other children. Every child continues to hold an experience of validation to those legends. This is only one of mine.

Reach

The Secret

2006-08-04T11:02:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

As I set forth in my new adventure, to remove my mind of the previous, I see many unmarked doors before me. Should I enter, or only take in the view from the doorway?

My new desire is to learn about the position which would be mine; I accepted the offer as a Photo Journalist by the way. I am finding the need to continue with my educational pursuit in photo/video editing. The editing software is now in my possession and I must increase my home computer’s hard drive size to accommodate a new requirement. At 660 GB, is this considered large, I don’t know, I hope this will handle the, soon to come, demands I will be placing on my system.
Last evening, I did not wish to be at the mercy of the “Tony, the technically speaking representative” at our local Best Buy store; therefore, I asked a friend to join me in this critical shopping spree. My friend, aware of my situation, asked if I would be interested in watching a movie after I spend my hardly earned cash and I agreed.
Back in the barracks, he placed a DVD movie of The Secret into his player and I sat back to watch. The cinema photography was that of a documentary; however, the editing was outstanding. Please, do not undermind the message, as this is the topic of today’s post.
Ssshh!

The Secret

makes complete sense and I have been hearing it for most of my life. In my past, I was always too busy to place the puzzle together and now I am floored. I wish to, at minimum, make a request to you, my readers; I ask you give this a few minutes for consideration. The facts remain, this is not a religion or cult; this is not a “get rich quick” scheme; but only a brilliant view of life. I found myself in the unique position of already “Creating” the process naturally, without previously knowing what I was doing. The Secret is Wild! It requires NO large sum of money to learn and is free to employ.
I have made the conscious decision to employ it in my life; so, please allow me to be your “test basis”. Remember, The Secret is something I will share with you. Go check it out.

Reach

Life to music; Music to life

2006-08-03T12:09:00.000-07:00

And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson
………………………………………
Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom.
Who am I, to keep you down?

Thunder only happens when it’s raining.
Players only love you when they're playin.
Women, they will come and they will go.

Have you any dreams, you’d like to sell?
………………………………………………………
LA grew to much for the man,
So he’s leaving the life, he’s come to know.
The world he left behind, not so long ago.
He’s leavin, on a midnight train to Georgia.
……………………………………………………

It is time to shut down the entire BS around me, and release control for a future without care; because, it is time for a trip to the River. With property on the Colorado River, next week I am leaving this place, for boating. I spoke to the girls yesterday and they wish to go. Yes, it is time to recharge the batteries and bring an imagination back.

Merit

2006-08-02T12:16:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
I must comment on merit. If the old quote of “Patience is a virtue” is true, then your merit rates among the best in my book. What a tough time I am having, as I plug away at the tribulations of my world.

June 2006, my friend and I, at her request, visited a psychic at the County fair. On the first sentence, this lady had my full and undivided attention with her statements, begining with, “You have had a really rough, past, three years”. From that moment on, she nailed it with every word out of her mouth. Money is my current issue, well the lack of and when the next check will be coming.
This past Monday, I have received my first intriguing offer. Though I must completely change my life, I was offered a position as a Photo Journalist. As they stated, I "have an eye for composition”, what ever the hell that means; however, I have one. I need to learn the basics; however, the training will be on them, and I will be accepting an income.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is opportunity knocking.
As I have said in the past, I began this project to learn- blogging. I wish to increase my writing potential, creativity, and communication skills to get away from the “Straight forward” Military writing.
Funny how the tides react, as this has blind sided me- a Photo Journalist!
By the way, as you may or may not be aware, I made a DVD movie on my little “surfing adventure” with the Canadians. This offer has come from the viewing of that project, and some sample writings.

OK, this might lead to my next adventure- trusting a mate. With close to twenty years of being single, it may be time to trust again.

Aw, who knows?
Oh yah, the Psychic!

Reach- will continue forward.

Ps- Kind of weird, since I had never really given credit to fortune tellers, I really did not think she would come through for me. I was wrong.

Saddle Blisters

2006-07-16T10:00:00.000-07:00

Continuing with part three of the two part series:
As the Military Badge of Merit fell into disuse, the idea of a decoration for individual gallantry remained early in the nineteenth century. After the outbreak of the Mexican-American War, 1847, a Certificate of Merit” was instituted for the soldier who distinguished himself in action, with no associated medal. The certificate was abandoned following the War, leaving a void recognizing the nation’s fighting men.
A medal for individual valor was proposed early in the Civil War utilizing the lessons of the Purple Heart; however, the General-in-Chief of the Army Winfield Scott felt medals demonstrated European pretentiousness and refused the idea. The proposal found support in the Navy and President Abraham Lincoln, on 21 December, 1861, signed into law a Navy Medal of Valor to be bestowed upon Petty Officers, Seamen, Landsmen, and Marines. Signed into law on 12 July, 1862, a resolution worded similarly for awarding a Medal of Honor on behalf of the Army. In 1863, Congress made them permanent decorations.

Reach

Saddle Sore

2006-07-16T09:11:00.000-07:00

Continuing with the second of the two part series:
General Washington, known for issuing field promotions and commissioning to gallant soldiers was ordered to cease due to the lack congressional money by the Continental Congress. Sound familiar? The General, always involved and available to his men, decided another avenue in rewarding those deserving soldiers; as he wrote the following letter to the Continental Congress.

“The General, ever desirous to cherish virtuous ambition in his soldiers as well as foster and encourage every species of military merit, directs that whenever any singularly meritorious action is performed, the author of it shall be permitted to wear on his facings, over his left breast, the figure of a heart in purple cloth or silk edged with narrow lace or binding. Not only instances of unusual gallantry but also of extraordinary fidelity and essential service in any shall meet with due reward. The name and regiment of the persons so certified are to be enrolled in a Book of Merit which shall be kept in the orderly room.” He continued, “Men who have merited this distinction to be suffered to pass all guards and sentinels which officers are permitted to do. The order to be retroactive to the earliest stages of the war, and to be a permanent one.” He concluded the letter with, “The road to glory in a patriot army and a free country is thus open to all.”

These are the words from our first President and one of our finest leaders, in beginning the country’s veracious path. After his letter to the Continental Congress, with only three Purple Hearts issued and over two hundred years in the history, two of the original medals are accounted for, not for display, and the Book of Merit remains unfound.
Following the Revolutionary War, a realization of error occurred in General Washington’s universally recognized historic order, by acknowledging the common soldier; in no location did he forbid the medal’s duplication, in part or in full. Clothing manufacturers began designing purple hearts in their selections; thereby, reducing the integrity of the medal and its value upon issuance. Thus, the medal became doomed to fall into disuse and no further medals awarded.

Reach

Back in the Saddle, again......

2006-07-15T19:33:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
This post is of a subject I hold dear and fully respect. Most Americans, to include myself, do not completely understand most foundations of our country. Considering the length of this post, it is my plan to make this in two parts. The following is only an establishment of my thoughts on this topic.
As part of my promotion process, I was required to attend the Academy and study portions of their curriculum. The following is information that I had learned and shared in one such class.

Having been the European practice to honor high-ranking officers who achieved a victory, the Aristocracy never considered presenting medals or badges to the regular soldier for valor, courage, or extraordinary service. Not surprising, the first awards for valor accessible to the conventional soldier was presented here in America.
The first and original highest Award for Valor by a Continental Congress Resolution was the Andre Medal, for the capture of Major John Andre. Major Andre, General Arnold’s British counterpart, became well known and respected by his captures, as he treated all personnel with respect and maintained the perfect Military Bearing in capture, captivity, and death.
Long recognizing the need to award those soldiers who distinguished themselves in honorable service and in combat; General Washington, two years later issued orders establishing two new decorations. The second award, “The Military Badge of Merit” was created to reward both soldiers and officers for “Singularly Meritorious Service in the occasion of unusual gallantry, extraordinary fidelity and faithful service”; and, is the figure of a heart in purple cloth, or silk, edged with narrow lace or binding. Those soldiers so decorated would have their names entered in the Continental Army’s special “Book of Merit”; and in today’s military, such honors are reserved for the famed “Medal of Honor”.

So, am I back on track?

Reach

recognizing success

2006-07-15T06:44:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
As I began to write this piece on imagination, through the research I learned several new ideas today. These thoughts caused my reflection of the past week, carrying my sense of progression to new levels.
A deadline arrived and I was successful in meeting with the terms presented me. In that, I played my part and three individuals will now be promoted. As their careers flourish, I find the sense of pleasure knowing my insignificant role was productive.
As some of you remember, I had the opportunity to share one of my sports with some athletes, considered top in their field. During this time of instruction, I video taped the day for future remembrances. With this “Raw” footage, another friend shared his hobby/profession with me, as we used professional editing equipment and software to create a DVD movie version of that day. The movie is complete and I am now working to further my knowledge in this field.
Well, I will keep this short…

Reach

Not what I was expecting

2006-07-13T14:34:00.000-07:00

A beautiful woman called me a “Nice Guy”.
Doah!
Talk about the kiss of death. Ladies, please remember, if you call any guy a “Nice Guy”, he may take it as insulting.

To prove a point, I decided to upload a questionable post and watch the reactions. I wondered, to myself, what type of slime ball names I would be called. I was certain that I had taken this to the line, without exceeding its limitations too drastically. I did not wish to offend, or be too humorous; and yet, still invoke a reaction.

We interrupt this post with the following visual:

Picture a podium before a group of unsorted characters. Each audience member dressed in such a manor, as to indicate a social, economical, or ethical background. As the microphone is switched on, every eye in the room focuses toward the speaker. In a humble, yet, confident voice, the speaker remarks,

“Hello, my name is Reach….
And, I am a nice guy!”

I was hoping for a- well, at the very least, more animated comments page on this last post.

Reach

Crossing the Line

2006-07-12T10:33:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
From the fantasy pages of: “If I were a Reporter, in today’s standards of searching for distribution, my insignificant news would be”. In a true Donavan Booker illusionary disclaimer, none of the succeeding is true.

Census 2000- The U.S. population more than tripled from 76 million people in 1900 to 281 million people in 2000. The gender composition shifted from a majority male population to a majority female population around mid-century. Between 1900 and 2000, the number of states with a larger female than male population quadrupled to 44. From 1920 to 1980, the sex ratios of the 45 to 64, 65 to 84, and 85 and over age groups all steadily declined. Generally, the declining sex ratios over time resulted from greater improvements in female mortality rates than in male mortality rates during these decades.

The U.S. Government’s Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA) are responsible for the Hazard Communication Standard 29 CFR 1910.1200. The purpose of this standard is “to ensure that the all hazards are evaluated, and that information concerning their hazards is transmitted. This transmittal of information is to be accomplished by means of comprehensive hazard communication programs, which are to include labeling and other forms of warning, Material Safety Data Sheets and training.

Facilities will properly display the following MSDS:

Reach

4Seven

2006-07-11T08:10:00.000-07:00

Hello All,
Today’s post will be a response to

Seven’s

article.
In his post, he asked the questions:
Why must airplanes fly so high, he referred to flight altitude 30,000 feet?
Why do airplanes have such small wheels?
Finally, why don’t airplanes have bumpers?
As with most technical subjects, there remain several answers. I worded this response for the initiate in the aviation field, and not meant to imply that you the reader fit this category. Though my days of flight will become that of a passenger, I am still an aviation enthusiast wanting to continue its promotion. Statistically speaking, aviation still ranks one of the highest forms of safe transportation; and yet carries the reputation of the most feared travel mode. With education and knowledge, the general populace might learn to embrace the beauty, which Orville and Wilbur Wright once experienced.

The intention of the aircraft designers is to provide maximum airframe integrity in the air and keep its total weight to a minimum. Fully utilizing personnel on the ground to avoid collisions would eliminate the need to install bumpers and assist in keeping the weight to minimums.
As there are many factors dealing with an aircraft’s tire size, this is one area where size does matter. I will address a couple of reasons here, and continue in the comments section for a discussion board, if needed or desired. With today’s technology, smaller tires have the ability to carry higher loads, save on weight, and require shorter “spin up” distances. Additionally, the utilization of smaller sized tires will reduce the size of the fuselage wheel wells for tire retraction in the air, making the aircraft more aerodynamic. This reduced space will enable the designers to position other necessary equipment in that, now void, region of the airframe, namely fuel tanks and hydraulic systems- pending on the aircraft manufacturer.
Atmospheric pressure is conversely proportional to true altitude and is measured as Pressure Altitude (PA), pending temperature. This information can be used in several designs, whether normal flight operations or emergency procedures. With a decreased PA, the fuel governor will reduce the fuel to air mixture to keep the engines running. This fuel savings will increase the flight distance (Range) capabilities of the aircraft and save on fuel costs for the shorter distances (Damned Management making more money and not spreading the wealth). Considering an aircraft does not have the availability to “pull off to the side of the road”, Range widens the opportunities to land in the case of an emergency. I have not addressed many other issues here, only due to the nature of keeping this short. Other factors will include the use of the “Jet Stream”, Air Traffic Routes, Weather Avoidance, and Equal Time Point, to name a few.
It is my hope that I have either answered these questions in a basic sense, or, opened the door for discussions.

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