Mach 2; Hair on Fire

Snitched this pic from a friend’s FB page whose son flies for the Blue Angels. Thanks, Sue!

For years, I wanted to be an Air Force pilot. My dad worked in the aircraft industry, and I was regularly around pilots, airplanes, and military bases. I could see myself climbing into the cockpit of a jet fighter and blasting off into the wild blue yonder when I grew up.

I did everything possible to pursue this dream, including seeking a congressional nomination to the Air Force Academy. Thankfully, my dreams were shattered by reality, and I ended up working my way through college.

I understand if you’re wondering about the statement that I was thankful my dreams were shattered. However, if I achieved that dream, I would not have the life I have today. I might have had another life that was just as good, but it is silly to dwell in the land of what might have been and discount what you have.

Of course, I did not completely give up one part of my younger self’s dream. Like Tom Cruise’s character Maverick, I felt the need for speed. So, I raced motorcycles and cars instead of flying planes. And for many years, I chased bad guys who thought they could outrun the cops. Sometimes they did, but most of the time, they didn’t.

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Of Authors Old and New

I hate being asked to name my favorite author, actor, musician; you name it. Invariably, I feel compelled to qualify my answer in some way. For instance, I might respond, “In which genre?” Yes, I have favorites in different genres and sub-genres for the matter. Here though, I will pick one and attempt to support my choice.

The first two names coming to mind were Mark Twain and Robert Heinlein.

They were my favorites for a couple of reasons. Mark Twain wrote in a fashion that made the young me feel as if I was there. I could live his stories through his writing. Robert Heinlein was a favorite for similar reasons, the fact he wrote science fiction was the biggest reason he is in my top ten or so fiction authors.

The difference that makes me say Mark Twain, legally Samuel Longhorne Clemmons, is my favorite is a bias I guess. I could see myself on a raft with Tom Sawyer floating down the river. His stories may not have been true, but they were plausible.

Robert Heinlein’s stories and books were pure fiction. No one lived the lives of his characters. Certainly, there were plenty of others, like me, wishing we could live such a life. However, he could write in a way that let me be a part of the story, just like Twain.

Both Twain and Heinlein, along with many other writers, expressed their thoughts in ways that allowed them to paint a picture for the reader, a picture one could almost feel. That, unfortunately, seems to be fading away because it can be “wordy.”

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Of Altitude and Attitude

Finding your dream home can be an arduous and irritating task. Finding the right location, an acceptable view, and a floor plan that fits your current and future needs seems almost impossible at times. The real challenge, however, is often factors you could not imagine during the feeling of success you experienced closing the deal.

Sadly, the euphoria many feel does not last. The place I call home offers a good example. It was the perfect find in many ways. It was large enough to host our blended family on holidays and other special occasions. The location was great, and the house was new construction. We could not have been happier. At least, that was the feeling for a few years. Then the negatives began to add up.

Most of the irritants faded away as we adapted to our home. They became just part of our life. Either that or the external cause of the irritation got their act together. The one that did not have a regular part of our existence.

The title of this piece is derived from that particular irritant. The place behind us is a somewhat famous estate. The fame comes from the names associated with its construction, ownership, and the upscale parties it hosts several times a year.

Our place is on a terraced lot on the side of a hill. The big house and property are at the top of the hill. What makes it so irritating is the residents seem to think they can do anything they want regardless of the impact on their neighbors, especially those unlucky enough to live below them.

Our other neighbors are our saving grace and one reason we put up with it. We are blessed with neighbors who look out for each other, have block parties, and provide a sense of community that is hard to find these days.

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Friday Follies: Three Letters Revisited

The following was written over a decade ago. However, the parable of the three letters is much older, and the reality it addresses has likely played out for centuries. I see it playing out today in many venues, locally and nationally.

Three Letters:

A new commander paid a courtesy call on the outgoing commander shortly before the old commander had to step down. The incoming commander asked his predecessor if the predecessor had any advice for him. The outgoing commander smiled sadly, shaking his head, and said, “I do not have any advice, but I am leaving you something.”

The outgoing commander continued, “I left three sealed and numbered letters in the desk’s bottom drawer. They may help you in the future. Don’t open them until you really need them, and open them in order.”

The new commander was not certain how to take his predecessor’s statement. However, he had ceremonies to attend, staff to review, and many hands to shake before moving into his new office. He promptly forgot the letters.

After completing all the pomp and circumstance, the new commander was finally sitting at his desk alone. As he settled in to start his first day, he remembered his predecessor’s words. He opened the bottom desk drawer and found three sealed envelopes at the back of the drawer. They were numbered one through three. He thought about opening them, but something made him stop. He laughed to himself and put the letters back in the drawer. In a short time, he forgot them again.

One day the commander faced a serious issue. It was the kind of issue that could cost him his job. He needed to do something, and he needed to do it soon. Unfortunately, he did not have a clue what he should do. Suddenly, he remembered the three letters. He searched through the bottom drawer and found them, quickly opening the first letter.

The first letter said, “Blame it on me.” The commander laughed, thanked his predecessor in absentia, and promptly set things in motion to save his backside. He blamed his predecessor for leaving him a mess to clean up. It worked, and things went back to normal.

Later, a new crisis arose that might mean the end of his tenure. He was agonizing over what to do and how to save himself, so he remembered the letters. He dug through the accumulated junk in the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out the second letter. It said, “Tell them you have not had enough time to correct my mistakes.” The commander followed the advice in the letter and weathered the storm.

Other crises came and went. They were nothing the now-seasoned commander could not handle. However, he finally faced another crisis that might mean the end of his career. He remembered the last letter and pulled it out. He held it in his hand and wondered what kind of advice the old commander left him this time. He opened the letter and read, “Write three letters.”

Dismissing this as simply a cute story to tell newly appointed or elected leaders is possible. It certainly brings out a nervous laugh when related to new top-level executives, elected officials, and others assuming leadership positions. However, anyone who has ever served in a public service command or leadership position knows there is a kernel of truth in the tale. In the private sector, those who serve at the pleasure of boards, stockholders, or owners know it also rings true.

Leaders, commanders, and CEOs come and go for many reasons. Changes often occur because the leader or commander loses control of a situation or makes mistakes. Sometimes, someone has overstayed their welcome. For whatever reason, the parable has value to anyone in a leadership position.

The extent of the problems a new leader inherits cannot be used to save their job forever. The excuse that the last guy left such a big mess there has not been time to clean it up will only work for so long. Eventually, it is time for most people in leadership roles to leave. It may be after a long and storied career or a short and stormy one. Either way, the time to write three letters will come sooner or later.

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Color Me Confusing

I love questions like, “What color describes your personality and why?” What do you think when you hear a question like that? Do you quiver with anticipation of sharing your inner being with someone? Or do you cringe with dread, thinking, “How am I going to answer this?”

Luckily, I had the opportunity to be involved in a personal development, life skills, or whatever one wanted to call it, program decades ago. The program helped me with my response to such questions. Dr. Phil, of TV fame, and two other parties originally developed the program, which changed my life in several ways.

As part of the program, I had to take a version of the True Colors Personality Test. If you are unfamiliar with it and want to know more, an online search will bring up dozens, if not hundreds, of possible sources of information.1

As I understand it, the original version broke our personalities into four colors, as indicated in the image to the left. That was the inventory used to evaluate me.

As you see, each color lists the characteristics it represents. The inventory or test analyzed how much each set of elements and the estimated percentage of your personality, communication style, etc., was influenced by those characteristics.  

That is why I can say without hesitation I am so GREEN there is little room for anything else. I did have a smidgen of gold, but as you will understand as you read on, that came from the green as well.

Yes, your basic personality traits depend on any number of factors. However, as humans, we can grow intellectually and emotionally. Humans are not limited by instincts or Pavlovian conditioning.

That means as a high green; I could use my analytical skills and instincts to tailor my behavior, communication, and emotions to a degree. That is why one of the other facilitators in the program was surprised to find out I was a “High Green.”

He thought because of my behavior during training sessions, seminars, and other functions, I was a “High Orange.” I had trained myself to go with the moment when necessary and appropriate. I appeared to embrace all the happy-go-lucky, possibly embarrassing behaviors needed to make a point, get someone’s attention or help them break out of their shell.

I learned to become observant and analytical to survive the first decades of my life. That led to me recognizing the need to be adaptable to fit the environment, the moment, or the people involved. That does not mean I was a fake, as one participant laughingly accused me of being as I held his hand and we skipped around the seminar room.

He was the age I am now and is probably long gone. Still, for that moment, we laughed out loud with real camaraderie and acceptance. That was something he had not felt in a long time.  


1 If you search this online, keep in mind some of the sites found may be phishing or marketing sites, more interested in selling you something or obtaining information than answering your questions. Search wisely and safely.

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What! Me Cook?

As the title implies, cooking is not my thing. I can scramble an egg, grill a pork chop, or smoke a brisket, but cooking is not my comfort zone. With that said, I am somewhat of an expert in the eating department, or I think I am.

When I say expert, remember that my mother was from central Louisiana, my dad was from Indiana, and I was raised in North Texas. We were a meat and potatoes family that fried almost everything, including grits.

My expertise, if you will, goes something like this. Fried fish is rated on the type of fish, how it is seasoned, and what sort of batter or coating it has. For example, my three favorite catfish places use cornmeal batter, but each is seasoned differently. One is down home like momma used to make, the other is a high-end restaurant attempt at southern cooking, and the third is pick-it-up-with-your-fingers crisp.

I could go on with a discussion of what makes good gumbo, to what you don’t put on a hamburger. However, the best meal anyone can fix someone with my background and taste buds is southern fried chicken with peppered cream gravy and buttermilk biscuits. That will always bring back memories from our childhood.

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Oh! Happy Day!

Being asked to describe the happiest day of your life might be easy for someone in their teens. For a life covering most of seven decades, picking one day is likely difficult unless most of your life is not happy.

Please note my first sentence did not say it would be easy for a younger person to describe a happy day. It says it might be easy. I have known people of all ages who would have difficulty remembering a day they were happy. The pain of their lives overshadowed any joy or happiness they might have encountered.

Then, there are days like the one I am about to share now. Yes, one of the happiest days in my life, if not the happiest, was a nightmare at the time.

I was a police officer working evenings. I was also a student at a local university, and I was about to become a dad for the first time. According to the doctors, our daughter’s birth was still a couple of weeks away, and we thought we were pretty well prepared.

On this day, I left home around 7:00 in the morning and headed for school. I was back home for lunch and then headed for shift briefing at 2:30. I wrapped things up by 11:30 that evening and looked forward to hitting the hay.

When I got home, my wife was still awake, which was unusual. Then she told me she might be having contractions. We debated what to do based on the doctor’s info. Then her water broke. That decided for us, and off we went. We made it to the hospital, and things went into slow motion.

My wife was in full birth mode from the contraction and pain standpoint. Yet there was no sign of an imminent birth. By the next afternoon, there was still no sign of the baby coming anytime soon, and she had been in labor for over twelve hours. The doctor was not hopeful for a natural birth. He said a C-Section would be necessary if the baby did not come soon.

Later that day, our first daughter was delivered, and she was perfect. Of course, my wife was out of it from being in labor for so long and the anesthesia. I was pretty much out of it from being awake for over thirty hours, many of the last hours standing next to my wife’s bed.

The doctor ordered me to go home, try to get a little rest, and come back when my wife woke up, which I did. Besides a brief glimpse of my daughter when she was delivered, I did not meet her until that evening.

It was then that I could begin to feel happiness or joy. Both women in my life were safe, and I could hold my daughter in my arms. Yes, the happiest day in my life started as a nightmare and ended as a joyous occasion.

It also taught us a lesson that made our second daughter’s birth so much more pleasant but no less joyous. We scheduled her birth in advance, and she was delivered at 2:00 in the afternoon.

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Memories…Aromatically Speaking

Talk about a loaded question. I was just asked if I had a memory linked to a smell. One would hope the person posing such a question was looking for an answer like one of these. “Yes, baby powder! It makes me think of my firstborn.” Or something like, “Oh my yes, Lilacs! It reminds me of my memaw’s garden.”

Many folks hearing or reading a question about memories spawned by aromas might think of something less pleasant than the above examples. This would be especially true of folks like first responders, people who worked with animals, farmed, or worked in some industries where odors were constant.

In my case, I can think of dozens of memories triggered by smells ranging from gunpowder to much less pleasant sources. The problem is those memories often come kaleidoscopically after something triggers the first one.

In some ways, it can be similar to bird attack scenes in the classic Alfred Hitchcock movie The Birds. Memories seem to come flying in from all directions. Hammering your mind like the birds pecked the characters in the film.

One way to avoid such instances of memories dive-bombing you like a mad momma bird is to take control of your memories. The key is to make peace with the past and not let the more disturbing memories control you.

One way I found to do that is to focus on the good memories and help them rise to the top of the playlist. One way to accomplish that feat is through repetition and humor. For example, my wife is a second-generation American. Her mother, aunts, uncles, and grandparents immigrated from a society that believed garlic was the most important vegetable in the garden.

That was an eye-opener for me in more ways than one. It also became a family joke. The punch line was if I got lost, all I had to do was follow the smell to find our house. I know it’s silly, but the smell and taste of garlic as a seasoning is indelibly linked to home and a great marriage.

And we’ve never seen a vampire, werewolf, or devil near our home.

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Of Fear Itself

Today class, we’ll be talking about fear. At least, I’ll be talking about fear. Whether you’ll talk about it or be too afraid to discuss it is yet to be seen. Certainly, most of us have said or heard someone else say, “I finally conquered my fear of ___________!” If not that, then possibly, “I just can’t get over being afraid of _____________.”

Like the rest of humanity, I have been afraid at times. I feared my dad’s wrath as a child and feared Santa bringing me a lump of coal at Christmas. Okay! The lump of coal thing is not true. From early on, my brother and I knew Dad was Santa, but that’s a story for another day.

In a law enforcement career spanning the better part of three decades, I have been afraid more times than I care to think about. Thankfully, most incidents turned into great war stories to share or relive over a beer. In a business like that, you either conquer your fears, or you’ll have a short and unhappy career.

Which makes the fear I talk about here difficult to admit. Yes, I could face a hardened criminal who was calculating the odds of killing me and getting away. I could take a chance on being killed or seriously injured to help save someone I didn’t know and would never see again. What I couldn’t do was look foolish.

I was raised to be responsible. By that, I mean I was supposed to manage my little brother, be my mother’s shoulder to cry on, be my dad’s sounding board, and make certain I did nothing to make myself or my family look bad. That translated into a no-nonsense, straight-arrow who put everyone else first. I had no time for foolishness.

I had to attend a series of what were then called life skills seminars to loosen up enough to admit I could never be perfect and that there was nothing wrong with the right kind of foolishness. Unless you’ve been there, you cannot imagine how scary it is to stand in front of strangers and “stretch” yourself by acting a fool.

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Speaking of Travel

Our January muse sent out a question today, asking about our preferred mode of travel. My mind immediately went to a meme that makes me smile whenever I see a version of it.

My second, more rational thought was, “First Class!” Then the more adult part of my persona kicked in and made me get a bit more serious.

My all-time favorite mode of travel was by motorcycle. There is nothing like blasting down the highway or taking a winding road on your bike. An open-cockpit classic airplane might have a similar feel, but I’ve never had the opportunity to experience that mode of travel.

More realistically, driving is my favorite mode of travel for some adventures. I mean me driving, not having someone else do it. Next to my biking travel, driving and controlling how fast, how far, and where stops are being made are important. Besides, driving in the Rockies in the fall gives you a much better view than what you’d have as a passenger.

Highway 34 Rocky Mountain National Park

First class on a good carrier is the way to go for distant or time-sensitive travel. Oh, you can do okay with some airlines if they offer extra legroom seating in the main cabin, but even that cannot rival a nice seat in Business or First Class on most carriers.

Finally, to make certain no one thinks I am afraid of the water, cruises, be they ocean, river, or large lake, are not simply a form of travel. Whether part of a vacation, holiday, or a bucket-list item, the vessel is part of the experience. It is not just a way to get there.

Coming into Nawiliwili Harbor, Kauai

Well, I think that is enough pontificating and hair-splitting for today. Thanks for reading and take care.

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