You will either forgive me or not, but there was curious content in the morning message traffic. My body is about half-way back from the Mid-Pacific time zone- maybe about San Diego this morning as I attempt to focus my eyes here on the East Coast. It is a challenge. From moment to moment, I […]

I am back. I flew all night across the Pacific from the Lovely Islands to frozen O’Hare international in Chicago. It feels like a dream now. After my encounter with the arrogant Bureaucrat in the aloha shirt on the steps of the former THIRD Fleet HQ, my dander was up. Who was he to ask […]

The participants in the big retirement started to flee the lovely Island while the Super Bowl was still in progress. I didn’t. There was a marvelous dinner in Waikiki I mentioned, and there was one last thing I wanted to do before departing, since one never knows when one will pop up in the Mid […]

It was Waikiki last night, after that strange event we call the Superbowl. I had a pretty good head of steam going- on the right side of history, of course- and enjoyed the drive down Rt. 99 past the airport and the industrial area around Sand Island, and the Aloha Tower Complex and the old […]

As backdrops go, it is hard to beat the view from Pier Kilo 8 at Naval Station Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. There is a breathtaking view of the Waianai Mountains, remnants of an ancient shield volcano that guard the Makaha coast. In the middle distance lies the vast gray length of the battleship Missouri, BB- 63, […]

Left Coast Guy and I were at the NEX- I found an aloha shirt to wear to the retirement this afternoon much better than the one I brought: this one has the USS Midway CV-41 unit patch as the unifying theme. Then we went down to the Naval Station. I had no idea where the […]

(This is a model at McGrew Point similar to the House of Socotra, circa 1981-85. You can’t go home again.) As it turns out, it isn’t a metaphor. It is just true. The guy wouldn’t let me in the gate, and besides, the house where I lived had been bulldozed in 2005. But I will […]

Ok, Ok, I could ramble on about the miracles of intercontinental air travel, or the wonder of seeing the Golden Gate Bridge from 38,000 feet and later the mighty crater of Diamond Head slide by under the right wing of the Boeing Triple-Seven jet, or the excellence of the flight crew, aviators and supporters, or […]

As best I can determine, The Cause was lost in the West by the end of 1863. The March to the Sea was kicking a dying horse. An alert reader reminded me of why Uncle Patrick’s memories seem to trail off when he re-joined Company H- he outlasted it. He wrote: “I’m not surprised that […]

(THE BATTLE OF PEACHTREE CREEK AT BUCK HEAD, GA, NORTH OF ATLANTA. UNCLE PATRICK WAS ONE OF THREE SURVIVORS OF COMPANY “H.”) SO, UNCLE PATRICK FOUND HIMSELF AS CAPTAIN OF COMPANY “H,” FOR THE LAST BIT OF THE CONQUEST OF THE SOUTH BY THE FEDERAL FORCES. LIKE ELECTIONS, WARS HAVE REAL CONSEQUENCES. I WILL GET […]