December 7, 1941:The date meant little to me as a young man
growing up in Michigan.Sure, I knew the
history of the sneak attack by the Japanese, but it was …history.
In 1979 a cornucopia of good luck brought
me to Oahu. As a 23 year old, I was living in house overlooking Kaneohe Bay,
teaching SCUBA diving on the weekends and flying Cessna’s thru the week.I finished my private pilot’s license at
Honolulu International on May 30, 1979. While I had started this quest for a
pilots license years before in Pontiac, Michigan, I finished it in Hawaii. As any pilot will tell you, part of the
license requires many landings and take offs. (i.e. Touch & Go’s) In the islands,
the main airport is Honolulu International.Suffice it to say that the control tower has little patience for some
guy in a Cessna.Thus, you were shunted
off to the ancillary airports. Oh, I did my turns on short final with a long haul
747 next to me for the parallel runway however, for students at that time, Ford
Island was the destination.My log book
document numerous hours spent performing touch & go’s on Ford Island in
April and May of 1979.History, was
before my eyes.Given the prevailing
wind, the Arizona Memorial was on my left on many days.On the off days the Memorial was on my right
with the hospital on the island just to left of the runway.History. It happened here.I flew all around the islands in my training,
but the places I remember relate to 1941. Dillingham Airfield on the North
Shore, Schofield Barracks in the island interior, and Pearl Harbor. History, was
right here.It all came home in my
mind.I studied and relearned facts that
were once foreign to me.What a place.
What a history. What a link to what it means to be an American. Humbled, I was.
If you have the chance, go to Oahu. See the
sights and learn about those brave souls that paid the ultimate price on December
7, 1941. It is a unique experience. These soldier and sailors gave all for you,
and me. Remember them.
No "L" While living on the impoverished south end of Sausalito for a decade or so I used to see a lighted sign every year around Christmas. Walking the mean streets of Southern Marin County from the ferry landing to my tiny home, I would marvel at a white lighted capital "L" surrounded by a circle and slash of red lights, as in the international symbol for "No". Right there on the south end of Bridgeway for all to see.
The "L" looking familiar, left me for years wondering what this neighbor had against the Lottery. Maybe he lost some money….maybe he hates funding education. Who knew?
Then, one evening while traveling home from the latest suare at Sausalito Yacht Club, Mrs. Rumbear commented on how clever the lighted "L" was. Being an erudite bear about town, I responded, "Huh?" She glanced at me and said "Noel", get it? Well, I did. Right at that moment. (Doh!)
folks that we are, all of us here at the Chronicles embrace the
Holidaze. Thus, each year a Christmas (Yes, Christmas) Story is in
order. Here's one of the Rumbear's favorites.
particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for
his annual trip but there were problems everywhere. Four of his elves
got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the
regular ones so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind
schedule. Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mom was coming to visit;
this stressed Santa even more.
When he went to
harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give
birth and two had jumped the fence and were out at heaven knows where.
Then when he began to load the
sleigh one of the boards cracked and the toy bag fell to the ground and
scattered the toys. So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup
of coffee and a shot of whiskey.
When he went to
the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hid the liquor and there
was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the
coffeepot and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the
kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten
the straw it was made of. More stress and frustration.
then the doorbell rang and Santa cussed on his way to the door. He
opened the door and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas
tree.The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas Santa. Isn't it
just a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Isn't it just a
lovely tree? Where would you like me to stick it?
Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the tree.
planes, attacking in two waves. The Japanese were determined to destroy America’s
resolve, along with her fleet, the envy of the world. When the smoke finally
settled 2,333 of America’s finest lay dead and 1,139 lay wounded in
agony and disbelief.
A sucker punch had been delivered. Yet, a giant had been awakened....
Both of my long time readers have queried, Rumbear what is the deal on this sustainable minimum wage? Well, I always defer to the Master on things of financial import. So I will utilize some illustrations to hopefully show the idiocy of raising the prevailing wage for a job a robot could do. In Detroit the auto industry found out the hard way that the cost of labor impacts the price of good sold. Whoa....head spinning yet? Duh....here's a hint....it is an "entry level position"....not a fricking career.
It's Aloha Friday.... .....no work till Monday !!!
Doo de doo, de doo, de doo ....
Christmas decorations going up, Christmas tree bought. Christmas spirit trickling in to Rumbear Manor. Red Wing Hockey, LGRW !!!!!Lions Football GO LIONS!...... Y'all have a great weekend!!! Doo de doo, de doo, de doo ....
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In case you needed a reason to hoist an adult beverage or two tonight, you can celebrate the repeal of the 21st Amendment. Yes, on this day in 1933 the country sobered up, for a moment, and ended Prohibition. Now get out there and party like it's 1933!