Monday, December 16, 2013

Trains 101 - A History Lesson

For all my favorite “engineers” out there……an oldie but a goodie…

4 Feet 8.5 Inches--
History lesson 101---
You'll love the logic here.

The U.S. Standard railroad gauge (distance between the rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches. That's an exceedingly odd number.

Why was that gauge used?

Because that's the way they built them in England, and English expatriates designed the U.S. Railroads.

Why did the English build them like that?

Because the first rail lines were built by the same people who built the pre-railroad tramways, and that's the gauge they used.

Why did 'they' use that gauge then?

Because the people who built the tramways used the same jigs and tools that they had used for building wagons, which used that wheel spacing.

Why did the wagons have that particular Odd wheel spacing?

Well, if they tried to use any other spacing, the wagon wheels would break on some of the old, long distance roads in England, Because that's the spacing of the wheel ruts.

So, who built those old rutted roads?

Imperial Rome built the first long distance roads in Europe (including England ) for their legions. Those roads have been used ever since.

And the ruts in the roads?

Roman war chariots formed the initial ruts, which everyone else had to match for fear of destroying their wagon wheels.

Since the chariots were made for Imperial Rome , they were all alike in the matter of wheel spacing. Therefore, the United States standard railroad gauge of 4 feet, 8.5 inches is derived from the original specifications for an Imperial Roman war chariot.

In other words, bureaucracies live forever.

So the next time you are handed a specification, procedure, or process, and wonder, 'What horse's ass came up with this?', you may be exactly right.

Imperial Roman army chariots were made just wide enough to accommodate the rear ends of two war horses.

Now, the twist to the story:

When you see a Space Shuttle sitting on its launch pad, you will notice that there are two big booster rockets attached to the sides of the main fuel tank. These are solid rocket boosters, or SRBs. The SRBs are made by Thiokol at their factory in Utah.

The engineers who designed the SRBs would have preferred to make them a bit larger, but the SRBs had to be shipped by train from the factory to the launch site. The railroad line from the factory happens to run through a tunnel in the mountains, and the SRBs had to fit through that tunnel.

The tunnel is slightly wider than the railroad track, and the railroad track, as you now know, is about as wide as two horses' behinds.

So, a major Space Shuttle design feature of what is arguably the world's most advanced transportation system was determined over two thousand years ago by the width of a horse's ass.

And so it goes...

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Rules For Kicking Ass

Rules for Kicking Ass:

Rules for the Non-Military - Be sure you read #12

Dear Civilians, 'We know that the current state of affairs in our great nation has many civilians up in arms and excited to join the military.'

For those of you who can't join, you can still lend a hand. Here are a few of the areas where we would like your assistance:

1. The next time you see any adults talking (or wearing a hat) during the playing of the National Anthem - kick their ass.

2. When you witness, firsthand, someone burning the American Flag in protest - kick their ass.

3. Regardless of the rank they held while they served, pay the highest amount of respect to all veterans. If you see anyone doing otherwise, quietly pull them aside and explain how these veterans fought for the very freedom they bask in every second. Enlighten them on the many sacrifices these veterans made to make this Nation great. Then hold them down while a disabled veteran kicks their ass.

4. If you were never in the military, DO NOT pretend that you were. Wearing battle dress uniforms (BDUs) or Jungle Fatigues, telling others that you used to be 'Special Forces,' Collecting GI Joe memorabilia, might have been okay when you were seven years old, now, it will only make you look stupid and get your ass kicked.

5. Next time you come across an *Air Force* member, do not ask them, 'Do you fly a jet?' Not everyone in the Air Force is a pilot. Such ignorance deserves an ass-kicking (children are exempt).

6. If you witness someone calling the Coast Guard 'non-military,' inform them of their mistake - and kick their ass.

7. Next time Old Glory (the US flag) prances by during a parade, get on your damn feet and pay homage to her by placing your hand over your heart. This includes arrogant politicians who think someone may be offended. Quietly thank the military member or veteran lucky enough to be carrying her - of course, failure to do either of those could earn you a severe ass-kicking.

8. 'Your mama wears combat boots' never made sense to me - stop saying it! If she did, she would most likely be a vet and therefore would kick your ass!

9. 'Flyboy' (*Air Force*), 'Jarhead' (*Marines*), 'Grunt' (*Army*), 'Squid' (*Navy*), 'Puddle Jumpers'(*Coast Guard*) Bubblehead (*Sub sailor*) etc., are terms of endearment we use describing each other. Unless you are a service member or vet, you have not earned the right to use them. Using them could get your ass kicked.

10. Last, but not least, whether or not you become a member of the military, support our troops and their families. Every Thanksgiving and religious holiday that you enjoy with family and friends, please remember that there are literally thousands of soldiers, sailors, marines and airmen far from home wishing they could be with their families. Thank God for our military and the sacrifices they make every day. Without them, our country would get its ass kicked.

11. It's the Veteran, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It's the Veteran, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It's the Veteran, not the community organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It's the Military who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag.


12. If you got this email and didn't pass it on - guess what - you deserve to get your ass kicked!



This Blog is the creation of Everette Carr a proud veteran and former Air Force Staff/Sgt. with the 5004th Air Intelligence Group, 9th Air Force, Alaska.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

ATelekinetic Surprise in a Coffee Shop

Scaring people is hard. Scaring New Yorkers is even harder.

It's clear that the folks behind the prank in the video below know a thing or two about how to successfully freak out even the most skeptic seen-it-alls. And what they execute is very impressive.

The skilled pranksters constructed a fake wall inside West Village coffee shop 'Snice Cafe in NYC, installing a cable and pulley that send a (stuntman) unsuspecting patron flying up into the air. Chairs, books, and tables are all remotely controlled, giving the illusion that a young woman's anger-induced, out-of-control telekinesis is behind a room full of moving objects.

Best viewed in "Full Screen Format".
Click small box in lower right corner of screen after the video has started.


Everette Hopes You Enjoy!

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Monday, November 11, 2013

Homeless Veteran Makeover

How appropriate to post this on Veterans Day. Support our Troops; Thank a Veteran for their service.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

'Il Silencio' (The Silence) played by 13 year old Melissa Venema with André Rieu and his orchestra at the 'Vrijthof' in Maastricht.

'Il Silenzio' is an Italian instrumental piece written in 1965 by trumpet player Nini Rosso. André Rieu (born 1949) is a famous Dutch violinist, conductor, and composer.

A few years ago, an American visited the Netherlands and the American Cemetery and Memorial in the village of Margraten, about six miles from Maastricht. There lie buried 8,301 American soldiers killed in the battles to liberate Holland in the fall and winter of 1944-5. Sgt. Bill Dukeman, 101st Airborne Division, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, Second Battalion, Company C (of "Band of Brothers fame) is buried there. He was killed in the battle of "The Crossroads" in northern Holland.

The Dutch hold an annual memorial concert every September at the above cemetery to remember and honor the Americans who died to free them in Operation Market Garden and subsequent efforts to eject the German army from Holland.

Sgt. Dukeman, like many other fallen GIs, was "adopted" by a Dutch family. Dukeman's family in the States was contacted and hosted in Holland, and his grave site decorated each year by his Dutch "family." They keep his portrait in their home, displayed in a place of honor. Fathers pass this obligation down to their sons in Holland. This version of the original "taps" music is played by a 13 year old Dutch girl named Melissa Venema. The conductor of the orchestra is Andre Rieu from Holland.

Many of you may never have heard taps played in its entirety . The original version of Taps was called Last Post, and was written by Daniel Butterfield in 1801. It was rather lengthy and formal, as you will hear in this clip, so in 1862 it was shortened to 24 notes and re-named Taps.

Melissa Venema is playing it on a trumpet whereby the original was played on a bugle.

As web master and Director of the Attala County History and Genealogy web site, I too had an occassion to become familiar with Americans buried in cemeteries in the Neitherlands. I was contacted by Bert Eggen of Voerendaal in the Netherlans. Bert Eggen explained that he had adopted the grave of an American soldier that was killed in World War II and buried in Margraten, Netherlands in a military cemetery and he wanted to locate the relatives of this soldier, John Rutherford. He provided the information he had which included the fact that John was originally from Attala County, Mississippi. Bert began a search for resources on the Internet that would aid him in locating John's relatives. Bert posted a message to a Mississippi Message Board which eventually led him to me. I immediately began to use the Internet resources available to me in an attempt to locate a relative of John Rutherford.

John N. Rutherford

Private, U.S. Army
Service # 34345706
4th Signal Battalion

Entered the Service from: Mississippi
Died: 6-Dec-44
Buried at: Plot B Row 21 Grave 3
Netherlands American Cemetery
Margraten, Netherlands

Additional information about Bert Eggen's search for relatives of John Rutherford can be found by clicking on the link below:

John Rutherford

Friday, September 20, 2013

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday, Tracy!

Price at Birth = $147.55; Price now: "Priceless"

With hopes that it is the greatest Birthday Ever!

Monday, September 9, 2013

Elizabeth Sleasman Obituary

Elizabeth Sleasman Obituary

Date of Birth:

Saturday, March 13th, 1976

Date of Death:

Tuesday, August 6th, 2013

Bellingham, Washington, UNITED STATES 98225


Elizabeth Sue Sleasman was born in Bellingham to Mark and Margaret (Radisich) Sleasman. Attended schools in the Mt. Baker District, graduating in 1994. She was preceded in death by her grandparents: Sid & Dorothy Sleasman; Gerald & Margaret Rowe; her brother Paul Olsen, Jr.; her nephew Mark Sleasman, II; her uncle Jack Radisich and her aunt, Marlene Mitzelfeldt.
She is survived by her parents; daughter Kayla of Spokane, WA; brothers: John Olsen of Portland, OR; Curt (Amanda) Sleasman; and Bill (Samantha) Sleasman all of Bellingham, WA.; nieces, Sidney Sleasman and Emma Gray; nephews Parker Sleasman and Gabriel Gray all of Bellingham, WA; uncle Dale (Darlene) Sleasman of Ferndale, WA; sister-in-law, Carol Olsen; nephew Joshua Olsen and niece Amber Olsen all of McMinnville, OR; also her best friend, Kara Peters Tryon; and many cousins and friends.
In lieu of flowers, donation may be made in Sue's name to Bellingham Baptist Church building fund, 2501 Orleans St., Bellingham, WA 98226
Please sign the Book of Memories, light a candle and leave your condolences for the family at

Video Link of Elizabeth's life: video link

The remainder of the obituary was written by Sue several years prior to her death with permission to change times and dates fitting with the time of her death which she knew was inevitable.

Message from Sue:
I ask that EVERY parent and grandparent show this to their teens, even if they are perfect children. I was a perfect daughter, and my parents never knew I was using and drinking for at least the first five years (age 12 to 17), then only suspected it until the last ten years of my life when I couldn’t hide it any more.

Message to the teens: If you haven’t started - don’t. If you have, quit NOW. Your drinking/drug using friends are not really friends, they will steal from you, use you, and will do anything to get another “fix” - just like me. What starts out as fun for the first year or so, ends up to be a horrible, lonely life. During the last ten years, I never knew from one day to the next where I was going to be, I ate out of garbage cans, begged, and stole. I slept in bushes, doorways, abandoned vehicles, and nearly froze to death in the winter. Most of the time I was high or coming down, and much of that time, did not know what I was saying or doing - I could remember very little of what happened the night before. While using, I thought I was invincible and nothing could ever happen to me - after all, I was the “safest” user out there. I had a little girl who, because of my drinking and drugging was born with fetal alcohol syndrome and other very serious problems. I did not believe this, I believed she was perfect and only a little slow; and of course, it was not my fault - she will need specialized care for the rest of her life - again, not my fault, or so I thought.

You will become a thief and a liar, next you will lose your family, your “real” friends, and eventually your life. I started with Marijuana, and alcohol. It did not take very long for me to be so hooked on hard drugs that I could not have quit if I wanted to. Some of my closest “friends” overdosed and died; I did not quit. The light of my life, my daughter, was taken away - even then, I could not quit.
I entered the Methadone treatment and stopped using, but unfortunately my drinking habit kept on and I started using again. More recently I was admitted to the hospital because I was vomiting blood - my stomach was raw and the lining split because of crystal meth and alcohol. The doctors glued it together, and tried to get me to go to treatment - I said I would do it myself. I have quit now, but I am dead; don’t wait as long as I did, give your life another chance.  

Thursday, August 22, 2013

35 years for leaking secrets

35 years for leaking secrets. Yes, in the eyes of the U.S. Government and in accordance with the "Military Rules of Conduct", Army pfc. Bradley Manning, a junior intelligence analyst is guilty of a crime. A crime that could have been punishable with a sentence of 90 years in jail or the brig as the case may be.
Manning, was sentenced on Wednesday, August 21, 2013, for leaking a vast trove of military and diplomatic secrets to Wikileaks. Had Manning been a civilian employee of the government rather than a lowly Private First Class in the United states Army, would he have been treated differently?
My answer; most likely! As a civilian employee or contractor, his acts might have been more readily considered the act of a whistle-blower, rather be treated as a traitor to his country. Initially, Private Manning was treated badly in a Marine Corps brig in Quantico. Va. What was an army pfc. doing in a Marine Corps brig? Perhaps because Quantico is very close to the FBI operations center, not to mention the CIA headquarters. Coincidence? Not likely!
Whistle-blower status is not available to a member of the military establishment. When you enlist in any of the military services, regardless of the branch, your life is there’s until you are discharged. During your contracted term of service, you are there’s and are no longer guaranteed the rights of a civilian. Once you enlist you are under Military Justice for the duration of your term of enlistment. That is not to say that Military Justice is all bad; it's just totally different than justice in the Courts that are governed by the U. S. Constitution.
I am not suggesting that the sentence handed down to Manning wasn't a fair or just verdict. In the view of many, under the circumstances, the verdict could and has been considered linient. The judge in this matter, Army Colonel Denise Lind, did not explain or amplify on the reason for her ruling. With Good Behavior and time served, Manning could apply for parole in less than seven years. According to an article in the Morning Call (Thursday, August 22, 2013, by Richard A. Serrano of the Tribune Washington Bureau, Manning’s lawyer, David Coombs indicated that Manning appeared hopeful and actually ended up comforting his attorneys, who were in tears. He was quoted as saying; "Don't worry about it,'" "It's going to be OK; I'm going to be OK. I'm going to get through this.'"
Wow! How many of us could show such composure after having just been sentenced to 35 years behind bars?
Whether you believe that Manning should have been dealt with more harshly or whether you feel he has been unjustly accused and sentenced, we must understand that we are dealing with an idealistic young man. A, perhaps naive, young man who obviously felt strongly that the secrets that he divulged displayed actions by our government that, in his opinion, went against the grain of everything that he had been taught.
I picture a young idealistic man who grew up being taught right from wrong. A proud patriot and a man that believes that the red white and blue stand for God, justice, honesty and equality under the law. That is the way I was brought up in the deep South (born in central Mississippi, raised in Memphis, Tennessee), in the 1940's 50's.
I would not presume to put myself in Bradley Manning’s' position or circumstances but I enlisted in the Air Force at the ripe old age of 17 in November 1953. The Korean Armistice had been signed in July of that same year and the Cold War was the topic and the concern of the day. People were building bomb shelters as hysteria spread through-out the Nation.
After a period in Boot Camp at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas I was transferred to Shepherd Field in Denver, Colorado where I was trained to be an 'Intelligence Specialist'. Then after a period of "Leave" I was sent to Elmendorf AF Base in Anchorage, Alaska. This was in the fall of 1954; Alaska was not yet a State but was still a Territory of the United States. After some additional training in intelligence activities, including hiking, camping and surviving in the wilderness, I was given a 'Secret' clearance by the U.S. Government. FBI agents visited my schools, talked to my parents neighbors, etc. to ascertain if I was dependable, trustworthy, and free of any subversive behaviors.
At one point in my Air Force career in Alaska I was granted a "Top Secret" clearance but only with respect to a single incident that occurred during my 21 month tour in Alaska. The "Top Secret" clearance was limited to this particular occasion and was further limited "On A Need To Know Basis". If I was ever exposed to any "Top Secret" data or information I did not recognize it as such.
Once I was awarded a "Secret" classification I was assigned to the remote Eskimo Village of Unalakleet on the western edge of Alaska on the coast of the Bering Sea. For those that were not paying attention in school geography lessons, the Bering sea separates Alaska from the Soviet Continent. Now mind you, I did not go to this remote village as Airman Second Class Everette Carr. No, I went in civilian clothes appropriate for the climate carrying U. S. Government identification that simply identified me as a representative of the United states Government.
In other words, I was an undercover agent of The U.S. Government that drew his pay from the U.S. Air Force and reported on a daily basis by radio to my superiors in Nome. Of course none of the villagers were fooled as to the reason for my presence in their village, but they played along and it worked for all of us. For me, it was one of the most memorable experiences of my life.
It was now late winter of 1955, and I was living in a one room shack in a village of about 600 hundred Eskimos. Counting the elementary school teachers and the Missionaries, I was one of perhaps six wife people in the village. At that time, as a Territory, Alaska's natives were living a subsistence existence. They hunted and fished for their food along with vegetable gardens that grew wondrous vegetables during the short summers filled with sun and daylight.
My job? Get to know the Native Americans; which meant hunting, fishing, trapping and going wherever they went. It was like having my own hunting and fishing camp with the government supplying the guns, the ammo, the fishing gear, etc. And all I had to do was go along to get along. That and file my daily radio reports and an occasional written report or guide.
Salmon fishing after mid-night on the Unalakleet River was something to experience. Some of the salmon were so large and feisty that once I got them in the shallows I had to shoot them with my sidearm to allow me to drag them onto dry land. These salmon that were returning from the ocean and going upstream to spawn weight upwards to 45 - 65 pounds each. The worst part, having to cover every exposed part of the body including wearing hats and mosquito nets to cover the face and neck. The mosquitoes were so big and nasty that if enough of them had tried they could have carried me off and devoured me.
All good things must end! Yes, after 7 months in heaven it came to an abrupt end. Congress decided not to continue to fund a program that had 14 Air Force Intelligent agents up and down the coast of Alaska including agents on St. Lawrence Island and on Little Diamede Island a scant half mile from Big Diamede which is across the International Date Line and in Russian territory.
Do not fear; I am not going to be the next Bradley Manning. I am not divulging any real secrets. The mission that I was a part of was declassified years and years ago. In fact, the hold thing is described in a post to my personal web site that can be found here: As part of Everette’s experiences in Alaska, you can also find a link to the Mission and Reports of Operation—5004th Air Intel Service Squadron.
I spent the remaining months of my tour in Alaska in Fairbanks with the 5004th Air Intel Service Squadron training for the day when we would be called upon to rescue downed U.S. pilots that were disabled returning from a bombing mission over Russia. Additionally, we were trained to capture and interrogate downed Russian pilots and take photos of any new, previously unknown armament that their aircraft might have onboard.
Now comes the interesting part. The last 18 months of my 4 year commitment to the Air Force was spent in Wichita, Texas ( the A-Hole of the United States). Boring! It was a "Training Command Base"; the worst kind of assignment for a veteran enlisted man. The Air Force Intelligence School had been moved from Denver to Wichita! Damn!
The Air Force decided that it needed operational experienced field intelligence specialist as their instructors as opposed to recruiting recent graduated Intl students as instructors. A good sound, logical move; except none of the seasoned intel guys wanted any part of it. I tried being an instructor but teaching a 2 or 3 month course out of a book was just not for me. I opted instead for the Intelligence Library. Now talk about having access to classified documents. Every "Confidential" and "Secret" classified document ever created by the Air Force was stored in room after room filled with metal file cabinets. I had access to all of it. I could have been a guy like Manning; someone who divulged every single item stored within my reach. But this was 1957. Everything was in paper format; literally tons of it. Frankly, I was bored by it all.
An opportunity can along a little less than a year before my discharge from the Air Force. I was still stuck on a Training Command Base but I was offered a position in a department made up of all civilian personnel. I did not hesitate! My boss was a G-9 grade (sorta equivalent to a full bird Colonel) and the nicest guy you would ever want to meet. Most of the office was made up of young, local single women. Halleluiah! I made sure I did my job and did it well. Within a few months I was promoted to Staff Sergeant (four beautiful stripes). You can count on one hand the number of 4 year enlisted men that get four stripes with still 7 months to go on their first 4 year tour. From that point on my military career was a breeze! Man did those Texas women like to party!
I should have stayed in the service for a 20 year career. Hey, Staff Sergeant at age 21; I could have been a contender for Sergeant Major before retirement. But I had had enough of the military. I returned to Memphis, went to Memphis State U. got married, had two wonderful kids that grew up to be wonderful and outstanding people. They gave me four wonderful grand kids that are now all adults and not near as much fun as they used to be.
The point, I was once young, naive and had access to the nations secrets. But I didn’t have the technology available today. I did not have the means of transferring infinite numbers of highly sensitive data at the touch of a few key pad strokes. Who is to say what they would do if placed in pfc. Bradley Manning’s' position. Perhaps in his shoes I would have been compelled to do the same thing he did. Not! Not Ever! But I understand the temptation!

Monday, August 19, 2013

Legalizing Gay Marriage in Pennsylvania

First, I must preference this blog post with a confesion. I am an ardenent fan of Bill White. I enjoy his many diverse columns and his bog post on many different but interesting subjects.

on Sunday, August 18, 2013, Bill White did a follow-up on a previous blog post that appeared on his blog on August 16, 2013. In this blog Bill quotes a small town Mayor of a community in Kentucky:

"If GOD is against it, Why does he make em' born that way?" Bill thens gors on to to quote the Mayor; "I don't understand that. I've tried and tried and tried to understand that, but I cain't"

Bill White went on to indicate that, not surprisingly, he got mixed reaction to his column. Some even questioned how he could claim to be a Christian if he supported same-sex marriage.

Bill White responded; "The bottom line for me is that Jesus told us through word and deed, that the most important commandments are to love our God and to love ourneighbor. He specicitically urged us to reach out to the stranger, as he did with some of his society's most downtrodden and reviled."

Bill Whilte went on to stipulate that excluding homosexuality doesn't square with the idea of excluding so many of God's children from God's embrace because of a trait they were born with.

Bill White goes on to state; "Homosexuality is not a choice. The scientific evidence tells us that it emerges in early adolescence through the interaction of biological, physchological and social factors. The only choice invloved is the choice to hide your true self, forever."

Bill White in the article goers on to state: "Why would anyone choose to be gay if he or she really had a choice? The mockery, the discrimination, even in some cases the violence all make it far more difficult than being straight."

Later in the article Bill Whiten states: "It is easy to be smug about this if you're part of the overwhelming majority of people who are heterosexual. But try to imagine what life would be like if you had been born "that way," "If you were the one being treated asd a second-class citizen whose committed relationship is considered less legitimate, less worthy of sacred vows and legal protection."

Bill White went on to declare; "I don't care if you consider me to be a true Christian or not. That's between me and my God. What's important is that our religious views or personal prejudices, whatever they are, should hold no weight when it comes to determining which Americans have 'equal right under the law.'"

I wholeharily agree with Bill White's sentiments and I endorse the idea that Gay's deserve equal protection "under the law."

And so it goes...

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Budweiser Clydesdales Highlight Pre-Game Festivities

Budweiser Clydesdales Highlight Pre-Game Festivities at Gildan National Championship Game

July 11, 2013 - International League (IL) Lehigh Valley IronPigs

Allentown, Pa. - The world-famous Budweiser Clydesdales strut into the Lehigh Valley for a special appearance during The Ultimate Tailgate Party presented by 99.9 The Hawk prior to the 2013 Gildan Triple-A National Championship Game on September 17 at Coca-Cola Park. All fans arriving for the Ultimate Tailgate Party prior to 4 p.m. can enjoy free parking. The tailgate festivities - which include discounted food and beverages along with family-oriented games and activities - will last from 2-6 p.m. with a first-pitch time marked for 7:08 p.m.

The Gildan Triple-A National Championship Game is a one-game, winner-take-all contest featuring the champions of the International League and Pacific Coast League and will be televised live to a national audience on the NBC Sports Network.

Tickets for the Triple-A National Championship Game start at just $11 and can be purchased by calling (610) 841-PIGS (7447), by visiting or by stopping by the Coca-Cola Park ticket office during normal business hours (Monday-Friday, 9 a.m. to 5 p.m.; Saturday, 10 a.m. to 2 p.m.).

The Ultimate Tailgate Party presented by 99.9 The Hawk features a wide array of activities and promotions, including:

- Free parking until 4 p.m.

- $1 hot dogs, $3 hamburgers and $3 domestic drafts.

- An appearance by the world-famous Budweiser Clydesdales.

- Appearances by IronPigs mascots, including FeRROUS, FeFe, Chris P. Bacon, Barbie Q., Diggity and Hambone.

- Free tailgate-style games and activities for fans young and old.

- An opportunity to win signed IronPigs and National Championship Game related memorabilia.

A covered tent encompasses the Ultimate Tailgate Party which will take place in the Cherry Coke preferred parking lot located near the AT&T Plaza and Coca-Cola Park's main entrance. The tailgate is a rain or shine event.

The Budweiser Clydesdales have been the symbol of Anheuser-Busch for more than 75 years. Horses chosen for the Budweiser Clydesdale hitch must be at least three years of age, stand approximately 18 hands - or six feet - at the shoulder, weigh an average of 2,000 pounds, must be bay in color, have four white legs, and a blaze of white on the face and black mane and tail. A gentle temperament is very important as hitch horses meet millions of people each year.

A single Clydesdale hitch horse will consume as much as 20-25 quarts of feed, 40-50 pounds of hay and 30 gallons of water per day.

Each hitch travels with a Dalmatian. In the early days of brewing, Dalmatians were bred and trained to protect the horses and guard the wagon when the driver went inside to make deliveries.

Coca-Cola Park will serve as a perfect backdrop for the 2013 Gildan Triple-A National Championship Game as the IronPigs currently lead Minor League Baseball in average attendance for a fourth consecutive season and are on pace to surpass the elusive 600,000 fan barrier for a sixth consecutive campaign. The IronPigs are the only Minor League club to eclipse 600,000 fans during every season since 2008.

Coca-Cola Park and the Lehigh Valley IronPigs have received numerous honors and distinctions since 2008, including Ballpark Digest's "Ballpark of the Year" award and "Best Game Operations and Presentation" award as chosen by

Local support for the 2013 Gildan Triple-A National Championship Game is provided by Air Products, Allentown Beverage, BSI Corporate Benefits, Discover Lehigh Valley, Lehigh County, Lehigh Valley Health Network, Sanofi Pasteur, Service Electric Cable TV & Communication, ServiceMaster Cleaning and 99.9 The Hawk. Additionally, Service Electric's Emmy-award winning television crew will handle the production of NBC Sports Network's national broadcast.

Single-game tickets, mini-plan packages and group tickets for all IronPigs home games presented by Capital BlueCross, are on sale now and can be purchased at the Coca-Cola Park Ticket Office, online at or by calling (610) 841-PIGS (7447).

Sounds like a fun event!

And so it goes...

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Two Friends Meet a Tragic End

The greatest aviator of his time was lost. Wiley Post was the first pilot to fly around the world twice, and the first to fly solo. He helped create the pressure suit (because the cabin of his Lockheed plane, Winnie Mae, could not be pressurized) and discovered the jet stream. But not long after departing Fairbanks, Alaska, on this day in 1935, Post, due to bad weather, could not find his way to Point Barrow, so he landed in a river near a village to ask a group of Eskimo seal hunters for directions.

With him was good friend Will Rogers, a humorist, syndicated columnist and veteran of over 70 films who in 1934 had been voted the most popular actor in Hollywood. Both Oklahomans, the two men were at the beginning of a casual sightseeing trip over the Pacific through Asia. They were flying a hybrid aircraft Post built using parts from two Lockheeds—an Orion and an Explorer—fitted with floats to be able to land on water. While Post flew, Rogers, seated behind him, wrote his columns on a typewriter.

Some have speculated that the floats may have been too heavy for the craft. Others say the two men may have been distracted and forgot to switch fuel tanks to a fresh one. Whatever happened, the plane, flying low but climbing, suddenly stalled, careened to the right and crashed inverted into the river. Both men died instantly.

Their deaths are commemorated with two monuments at the crash sight, both of which are listed in the National Register of Historic Places.

And so it goes...

Friday, August 9, 2013

The tooth brush salesman

The kids filed into class Monday morning. They were all very excited.

Their weekend assignment was to sell something, then give a talk on salesmanship.

Little Sally led off. "I sold Girl Scout cookies and I made $30" she said proudly, "My sales approach was to appeal to the customer's civil spirit and I credit that approach for my obvious success."

"Very good", said the teacher.

Little Debbie was next. "I sold magazines" she said, "I made $45 and I explained to everyone that magazines would keep them up on current events."

"Very good, Debbie", said the teacher.

Eventually, it was Little Johnny's turn. The teacher held her breath. Little Johnny walked to the front of the classroom and dumped a box full of cash on the teacher's desk. $2,467, he said.

$2,467! cried the teacher, "What in the world were you selling?"

"Toothbrushes", said Little Johnny.

"Toothbrushes", echoed the teacher, "How could you possibly sell enough tooth brushes to make that much money?"

"I found the busiest corner in town", said Little Johnny, "I set up a Dip & Chip stand and I gave everybody who walked by a free sample."

They all said the same thing, "Hey, this tastes like dog poop!"

Then I would say, "It is dog poop. Wanna buy a toothbrush?

I used the President Obama method of giving you some crap, dressing it up so it looks good, telling you it's free and then making you pay to get the bad taste out of your mouth."

Little Johnny got five stars for his assignment. Bless his heart.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Bobby Lea's New Love

Bobby Lea Two time Olympian, Fifteen time Elite National Champion, Professional cyclist with Team Smart Stop.

"Beauty that isn't just skin deep. Friction coatings and bearing and chain treatments by @AtomicHighPerf. @WilierUSA." (This is Tweet-Speak)

Beauty that isn't just skin deep. Friction coatings and ... on Twitpic

Yes Bobby, you are obviously passionate about your bike, but do you sleep with it at night?

Bobby, I Love You Man!

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Hell and Back, A Book Signing

Book Signing: Steven Walker

Hell and Back
Saturday, July 13th, 1-3pm

You may purchase the book, Hell and Back, at the Moravin Book Store or online. Former Morning Call journalist and photographer Steven Walker has departed from his journalistic endeavors to return to his original love of fiction, suspense, and horror. Not for the timid at heart, Hell and Back explores an existence that extends beyond life as we know it, following Wendy, a headstrong, independent woman from Chicago, and Stephen, a single father from Philadelphia, into the afterlife. They soon discover that death is not the end but a doorway to a plane of existence that is much larger than anyone could ever imagine.

About the Author

Steven Walker was born in Heidelberg, Germany, and he has been a wandering vagabond ever since. He currently resides in Allentown, Pennsylvania. He studied art in Europe and worked as a journalist and photographer for the Tribune Company in North America. With approximately 1,500 published credits, Walker initially established himself as a writer in the horror fiction genre, which ultimately climaxed with his novel, Desmodus. He utilized his journalistic skills and combined them with his fancy for horrific stories in order to explore the true-crime market with several well-received books that explored the life and crimes of serial killers including, Blood Trail and Predator. He has also received acclaim for his poetry and short stories which are soon to be culminated into an anthology that is tentatively titled, Castle Alabaster.

This is a close, personal friend, with close, direct family ties and I hope that all my friends will consider attending this Book Signing. Everette Carr

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Primary Voter Turnout Pathectic

Following the Primary election in Lehigh County I was disappointed in some of the results but incensed at the poor voter turnout in what is termed an off year election. No, We weren't electing a President to a four year term, but none the less, there were a number of elections that had an impact on the lives of local residence living in the Lehigh Valley in Eastern Pennsylvania.

Today, Saturday, May 25, 2013, I was surprised and delighted that Columnist Bill White for the Morning Call, had a front page article, with information and comments on the low turnout during this primary election. I am an admire of Bill White and follow his varied daily articles on life and times in the Lehigh Valley as an ardent fan.

In the front page article on Saturday, Bill White stated; "How bad was it? Only 13.7 percent of Lehigh County voters cast ballots Tuesday. In Northampton County, it was 14.4 percent." White went on to lament the fact that under Pennsylvania law, those registered as independents are not eligible to vote in primary elections. He stated: "I do sympathize with people who are registered Independent and not allowed to votein primary elections. Turnouts probably would improve if we had open primary elections so more people were eligible to vote and more voters had choices." "But we don't—would suggest that being an Independent in Pennsyvania makes no sense unless you're planning to run for something as an Independent. Why disenfranchise yourself every spring?"

I am in total agreement with Bill White on the issue of registering as an Indepedent. It is an ideological choice; a statement that you are not beholden to any party. I have no problem with this attitude, in fact I endorse the freedom that being an Independent carries with it except when it makes no logical sense. As Pennsylvania law is currently (requiring that one be registered as a Democrat or Republican to participate in Primary elections; it absolutely makes no sense to register as an Independent.

Bill White went on to stipulate that; "wherever you live, the bottom line is that our form of democracy gives you a part to play every two years in the direction of your county, municipality and school district."

"If you can't be bothered, that's your priviledge. But when you decide you don't like the government that you ended up with, don't complain. You had your chance. Sit down and shut up."

On the day before the Primary Election I sent the following e-mail message to friends and family members living in Lehigh County:

"Friends and Family,

Tomorrow is an important primary election for everyone that lives in Lehigh County. We cannot afford to allow the “Crash and Burn" Tea Party Candidates to take over. Your standard of living will suffer.

Please vote for Percy Dougherty for County Commissioner if you are a registered Republican living in District 2.

Also, cast your ballot for Dean Browning for County Executive.

If you are a Democrat, please go to the polls and vote!

If you are registered as an Independent, you can’t vote in the Primary, Sorry!

If you are of age and are not a registered voter or simply choose not to go to the polls on election day; then Shame on You!

Percy Dougherty’s 2013 Platform can be found on his web site at:

Whatever you do and whomever you vote for; please4 vote!


I want to thank Bill White for publishing his thoughts with respect to the recent Primary Election and I want to congratulate him for making the front page.

If you are a registered Independent, I understand and emphatize with your choice but I beg you to reconcider. Unless Pennsylvania legislature members chance the law as it now stands, you need to register either as a Democrat or a Republican (whichever party is closest to your beliefs), so that you can participate in primaries and in selecting the candidates that appear on the ballot in the all-important November elections. Keep in mind that, with some time restrictions, you can change your party affiliation at any time.

Thanks Bill White for an excellent and timely article.

I am in total agree with Bill White; "You had your chance. Sit down and shut up!"

And so it goes...

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Now This Is What I Call Service!

Now this is my kind of customer service!

a Christian nation, land of the free and home of the brave.
How may I help you?

Or, How about this?
Press '1' for English.
Press '2' to disconnect until you learn to speak English.

And remember only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you,
Jesus Christ And the American Soldier.
One died for your soul, The other for your freedom.

We need an America where:
Borders: Closed...
Language: English only ...
Culture: Constitution and the Bill of Rights!!!
Drug Free: Make a drug screen mandatory for anyone on welfare and/or food stamps! NO freebies to Non-Citizens!

We the People are coming! Vote for Change!

And so it goes...

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

It doesn't Matter Any More!

In tribute to Evelyn Ann Tokar for no special reason other than
she was the love of my life!

Evelyn Ann Tokar
October 17, 1935 - August 31, 2011



In this instance Willie Nelson was wrong; It does matter. It matters a great deal! There is hardly a day that goes by that I don't think of her! I miss her terribly!

"My life will never be the same again!"

And so it goes...

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Get Out There...Just Do It! (GoPro)


Get Out There...Just Do It!

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You may need to click the arrow in the lower left corner to get it started.
It is a large file and needs to load; Be Patient!

Follow Your Passion!

It's a little too late for me!

And so it goes...

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Art Walk, Sanford Florida


WHAT: Multiple venues in Sanford's downtown historic district open their doors on the fourth Friday each month for the Sanford Art Walk. Among the art on view this month are scenes of the Wekiva River, etched glass and colorful doodles-turned-illustrations.


"Wekiva Sunset" by Stewart Jones is on view at Gallery on First. (March 19, 2013)

We are all beautiful, but some create beauty and share it with us.

And so it goes...

Friday, March 1, 2013

Jame Carney - Cyclist / Coach

Jame Carney - Born Detroit, Michigan; currently resides in Tucson, AZ.
A Professional Cyclist since 1994, member of two Olympic Teams (1992 Barcelona, Spain and 2000 Sydney, Australia). In 2000, he placed 5th in the 40 kilometer Points Race, currently the best finish by an American in that event.

Over the past several years, he has won many of the premiere US Track cycling events and continuously proves that he still has World Class form. At the age of 42, he finished 7th place at the Cali, Colombia World Cup and 5th place at the Beijing, China World Cup. Most recently, Jame won his 22nd National Title at the 2012 Elite Track National Championships. Jame’s current objectives through his 501(c)3 CARE are to continue to develop and inspire young athletes, promote safe cycling awareness through educational seminars and to enable women to choose cycling as a career by establishing gender equality.

Jame has recently been elected to the USA Cycling, Inc. Board of Directors. He also holds a position as the USA Cycling Male Athlete Representative, is on the Executive Committee, the Women's Committee and has been elected to the US Olympic Committee Athlete Advisory Council for cycling.

2 time Olympian
22 time Elite National Track Champion
USA Cycling, Inc. Board of Director
Cycling Representative to the USOC Athlete Advisory Council
USAC Male Athlete Representative for Track
Cycling Coach
Team Manager

Rider of the Year at Lehigh Valley Velodrome: 1989, 1990, 1999 & 2003

Photo Credit: Wilson Black Photography

And so it goes...

Monday, February 25, 2013

Operation PLUTO 1944
(Pipe-Lines Under The Ocean)

Have you ever wondered how the U.S.Army supplied gasoline for all the vehicles needed during the invasion of Normandy?

Operation PLUTO (Pipe-Lines Under The Ocean) (1944)

Yes Operation PLUTO made certain that would be a continuous flow of fuel to keep all military equipment moving.



And so it goes...

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Becky Conzelman - "A Life Time Ago"!


Becky Conzelman will never forget that day in June 2011 when she put up a 160-pound thruster -- a personal record -- in front of a screaming crowd at the Mid Atlantic Regional. (Reebok CrossFit Games)

Becky Conzelman was not always known as a Champion CrossFit Athlete; She has only been in CrossFit since 2008. Prior to that time, she lived in a totally different world in the not too distanat past.

A recent FaceBook post reminded us that Becky was a Champion in a different sport in another life! Without benefit of photos we were ask to identify that two sport champion. Very few that know Becky now or then failed to provide the correct answer.

So for those of you that did not know Becky back then, here are a few photos of that outstanding two-sport Champion in her other element.


Photo Credit: Everette Carr

Photo Credit: Wilson Black Photography

Photo Credit: Wilson Black Photography

Photo Credit: Wilson Black Photography

Photo Credit: Wilson Black Photography

Photo Credit: Mitch Friedman

Photo Credit: Mitch Friedman

Photo Credit: Everette Carr

A note from Everette to Becky: You will be happy to learn that I lost 22 pounds since that photo of the two of us was taken.

And so it goes...