Friday, December 2, 2016

A Picture Worth a Thousand Words

Our thanks for this internet discovery.....to Robert Clark!




By Jay Van Paemel

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Keeps On Ticking

Like the TIMEX watch, our "Storyteller Extroadinaire".....Ellouise Schotteler...keeps on keeping on.....with her fabulous Storytelling .....IN SPITE ...of a recently broken shoulder!

OUCH!



"The surgery went well on the 15th and recovery has been easier than I expected which has been a good surprise.

So, now I am returning to the past to get myself back to normal.
Working on a new story about WWI nurses in France - a different group who were right on the edge of the battlefield - again lost in the shadows of history. I have applied for the 2017 Capital Fringe and I hope the new story will be accepted.
Ellouise     Don     Letty

She went on to write........

Almost ten years ago Donald and Letty and Jim and I bumped into each other at the National Storytelling Festival in Jonesborough, TN.
Since then we have had a meet up every year. - a great connection.

This yearI walked into the filling tent the first day and bumped into Donald and Lettie.A great way to start the week-end. Next day we took time to have a hamburger together at the local Wendys - a place to sit down and talk.

Ellouise

Monday, November 28, 2016

Hedwig Keisler

Like you, I have the greatest grand kids on earth!

The two youngest are in high school, so naturally. they're no longer as interested in their old grandaddy's tall tales as they once were. Even though my "tall tales" were (almost) always the Gospel truth!

Recognizing that today's youngsters are never very far away from their cell phones.  I decided that my topic for this Thanksgiving's story for the kids would be about the inventor of the cell phone.


Well, to be technically correct, there was no ONE inventer.....but many people contributed....however, if it weren't for one person....around 1942 or so.....our present cell phones would not exist!


Now those of us....long in tooth...and soon to graduate from this green earth...all  know who this inventor was. But to  the young people of today, the name  Hedwig Keisler... means nothing. 


But, of course, back then, the term "cell phone" meant nothing to us!


It didn't mean anything to Hedwig either, because the technology was meant for something else:


To allow our torpedoes NOT to be "misdirected" by the existing Nazi technology!  


This was all happening during the early 1940's of course.


It would have worked perfectly and I would love to write that this "frequency shifting" technology contributed mightily to our eventual victory in WW2.


But, it didn't.


Our government simply filed the technology somewhere in Washington and forgot about it.


Meanwhile our torpedoes keep missing Nazi ships.


Hedwig went on to other things and was very successful and famous for awhile. But as old age....and society's.....fickleness took its toll....Hedwig ended up broke.

Even going hungry....and resorting to stealing (shoplifting)....for food.

Hedwig's invention was finally resurrected and used by the US Navy in the 1960's....but no royalties were ever paid because Hedwig GAVE it to the government during WW2.


 Several years after Kiesler's death...the same formula which made the invaluable tool that is in you pocket or purse right now...the cell phone......was made possible.


Thanks to that hungry bum who died penniless on the streets of Florida.


We all knew that  famous inventor ... 


as the once "Most Beautiful Woman in the World".....by her stage name..


Hedy Lamarr



-Ed


Hedwig Kiesler  AKA Hedy Lamar




Monday, September 5, 2016

A Note From Above

I'm not sure if anyone reads "blogs" anymore. Perhaps an old codger like me is just "drooling" in the wind.  But, as long as I enjoy it (which I do) and can still find my way down to the Bat Cave where my wood-burning computer lives, I'll keep doing it.

The muse doesn't visit me very often anymore, but this morning nature did.....and left me a note on my weed infested front lawn......that said, "here's your story for today."


A Note from Nature


It used to be called Harvest. but ever since the 16th century most English speakers have called it Autumn, or Fall.

It's the only season we have two names for, and I believe that's because it's so special. Like "love" no one knows exactly when it begins....they just know it's very special.  Meteorologically, Fall begins on September first every year.


Astronomers base the date of the seasons upon celestial events, in this case the autumnal equinox, when night and day are roughly equal length. The equinox normally takes place around September 21st.
The third definition of the start of autumn, which is more fluid, comes from phenology – the study of periodic plant and animal life cycle events.
The start of autumn in this field is dictated not by a set date or a single event, but the changes in the natural world, such as the tinting of the trees and the ripening of autumn fruits.

However,do not confuse phenology........with Phrenology...which is the study of  bumps on a person's head. 

More about that later, but for now, I'll just say that anyone who doesn't love the Fall Season....should have his head examined.

 
-Ed

How About a Little Respect for Kudzo and Friends

Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but don't call my front yard friends "weeds!"

The Sophistocated Europeans were glad to get rid of the Riff Raff who left Europe to become the early Americans. They were considered the "weeds" of society. When they got here, they fought and struggled...and through sheer determination.... prevailed.

As nature author Michele Collins wrote:  These plants (weeds) are resilient and proud. More importantly, they are choke full of medicinal value.  Many are rich sources of vitamins and minerals and have powerful healing potential for a vast range of common diseases like diabetes, cancer, liver disease, just to mention a few. Plants like dandelion, burdock, red clover, chickweed, wild violet, couchgrass, kudzu, plantain.




Like the early pioneers, my favorite weed......in my yard ....is a survivor!


-Ed

But a weed is simply a plant that wants to grow where people want something else.  In blaming nature, people mistake the culprit.  Weeds are people’s idea, not nature’s.  ~Author Unknown
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.  Doug Larson
I learn more about God
 from weeds than from roses;
 Resilience springing 
through the smallest chink of hope 
in the absolute of concrete….
~Phillip Pulfrey, “Weeds,” Perspectives

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Huh oh

Tiangong-1

Time to get out your tin foil hats again.


Tiangong-1

    is coming!.......Down, that is....down from orbit...and you could wake up some morning and find it in your front yard.   Or worse.


Odds are probably a million, give or take a few, that it won't land on your head.



But, if you're wearing a tin foil hat.....the odds go up one billion to one!

Now, I'll take those odds.

That's the reason for the hat.  It's hard to argue with scientific statistics.

The Tiangong-1 satellite was launched in 2011, and should have come back down to Earth in the ocean in a controlled crash. But watchers have said that it now appears to have gone into freewill, with China losing control of it, and so it could crash down onto the Earth any time.

...and go boom!


-Ed


Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Getting Serious for Once

What the Hell are these trucks doing rolling down I-81 near Lexington, VA?

These photos were taken on Friday and posted on the Drudge Report this morning.










They are “Tactical Vehicles, with bullet proof glass. What ever could those be for, and why are UN vehicles here, in THIS country?!” Fernando Johnson questioned, while Vincent Sammons noted, “They are sealed against gas too.”

I'm sure our mainstream press is scrambling right now to find out the answer.


Yeah.


Ed





Saturday, June 18, 2016

Where Did the Dark Go?



I didn't even know it had left.  But according to the just released "New World Atlas of Artififial Night Sky Brightness,"  one third of the human population cannot see the Milky Way at night due to the glow of artificial lights.
They call it "Light Pollution."


"Moreover, more than 80% of the world’s citizens and more than 99% of those in the U.S. and Europe live under an artificial sky-glow, or reflected light scatter in the atmosphere from the electric lighting below. This isn’t just a problem in megacities and urban areas. For instance, Death Valley is awash with skyglow from Las Vegas and Los Angeles, which are 80 and 150 km away, respectively.
“There’s almost no place in some of these countries that looks dark anymore, at least by this atlas’s estimates,” said Christopher Luginbuhl (Flagstaff Dark Skies Coalition).

USA at night


Well, I know of one country Christopher could go to and live and never be bothered by "horrible light pollution:"

North Korea at night (Circled in white)


-Ed


Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Pigeons Aren't Pigeon Towed

...but many of our greatest athletes are.

Say what?

Yep, that's what I discovered. The reason people with their toes pointed inwardly, rather than straight (Technical term: Matatarsus Adductus) are called
"pigeon toed" is because of the slightly different different way they walk...similar to the way a pigeon walks.

And the reason it's called that .


In other words, Pigeons aren't pigeon towed...they just walk that way.

Get it?

(Talk about great writing........this ain't it.)

Many people are born with this handicap but are able to lead normal......

WAIT!  HANDICAP?  WHAT HANDICAP?...

Many of our top athletes are pigeon towed.....(Michael Jordon, Jackie Robinson, John Elway, etc.) and currently one trait the NFL scouts are looking for in new recruits...PIGEON TOWED players!


And here is the best explanation that I could find:


"People who are pigeon-toed may be able to contact the ground with less energy dissipation and as a result be able to apply greater propulsive forces to the ground in a shorter period of time. A good analogy would be that pigeon-toed athletes are like super-bouncy balls- they get on the ground and get off the ground quickly without losing much energy. People who are not pigeon-toed are more like a deflated beach ball- their foot lacks the stiffness of pigeon-toed people and as a result the energy return is not as efficient."

Makes sense to me.

And speaking of pigeons, many consider them a nuisance, especially in our crowded cities where they nest on building ledges and other man made structures and are not very good housekeepers.

But, all in all, they have worked well with humans, particularly in time of war.


According to the experts:

"Nearly all of the carrier pigeons during World War I and World War II were heroic, delivering important messages over enemy lines. 

Cher Ami

"On October 3, 1918, Major Charles White Whittlesey and more than 500 men were trapped in a small depression on the side of the hill behind enemy lines without food or ammunition. 

They were also beginning to receive friendly fire from allied troops who did not know their location. Surrounded by the Germans, many were killed and wounded in the first day and by the second day, just over 190 men were still alive. Whittlesey dispatched messages by pigeon. 


The pigeon carrying the first message, "Many wounded. We cannot evacuate." was shot down. A second bird was sent with the message, "Men are suffering. Can support be sent?" That pigeon also was shot down. Only one homing pigeon was left: "Cher Ami". She was dispatched with a note in a canister on her left leg,

"We are along the road parallel to 276.4. Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us. For heaven's sake, stop it."
As Cher Ami tried to fly back home, the Germans saw her rising out of the brush and opened fire. For several moments, Cher Ami flew with bullets zipping through the air all around her.

 Cher Ami was eventually shot down but managed to take flight again. She arrived back at her loft at division headquarters 25 miles to the rear in just 25 minutes, helping to save the lives of the 194 survivors.


 In this last mission, Cher Ami delivered the message despite having been shot through the breast, blinded in one eye, covered in blood and with a leg hanging only by a tendon.
Cher Ami

Cher Ami became the hero of the 77th Infantry Division. Army medics worked long and hard to save her life. They were unable to save her leg, so they carved a small wooden one for her.

 When she recovered enough to travel, the now one-legged bird was put on a boat to the United States, with General John J. Pershing personally seeing Cher Ami off as she departed France."

Pigeons achieved a 98% success rate in the missions flown in WW II, despite enemy fire, and often with mortal injuries to themselves.  Cher Ami (stuffed) is on display at the Smithsonian in Washington. She was thought to be a male...until the taxidermist at the Smithsonian discovered differently.



-Ed


Saturday, June 4, 2016

"Keep on Sassing"

Cassius Clay
Muhammad Ali passed away last Friday night. Officially it was from Parkinson's disease.

 Yeah.

That may be technically correct, but we all know the many years that he was "The Greatest" in the boxing ring was what caused the early deterioration and death of his once strong body.

But there's more to life than just "existing." And what he accomplished was quite amazing.


In 1960 he was just a very good young boxer...Cassius Clay was his name then, and he was frustrated by the fact that he had been an Olympic champion, and had won all his matches as a pro...he was still being ignored by almost everyone.   Then, he observed (on Television).....a man wearing high heels and thick makeup named George Wagner...whom he met shortly thereafter, and was
offered  the following advice:


Gorgeous George
 "A lot of people will pay to see someone shut your mouth. So keep on bragging, keep on sassing and always be outrageous."[1]

He took it, changed his name to Muhammad Ali...and the rest is ....well, you know.


Oh, George Wagner had also changed his name.  You probably remember him:

Gorgeous George.

-Ed

Monday, May 23, 2016

Higher Education

A good friend of mine called to tell me that her daughter was just offered a FULL scholarship to UCLA.

Full scholarship....PLUS $6,000 a year for expenses!

Wow!

I congratulated her on her obviously brilliant, hard studying daughter!'

"Hard studying my Pootie," replied my friend.  " Her scholarship is for............ Vollyball."


(I did NOT make this up!   -Ed)

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Defragging

I do that about once a week for my computer (PC).

I also do it for my brain.  The way I do that is with astronomy.  All I have to do is read about a half of page about "outer space and the stars and..." and my mind immediately starts to "boggle." It only takes about 5 minutes of this and, "voila," the mental defrag is complete.

"Pillars of Creation"
Like just about everything else, the news is both good and bad.

For example, today I discoverded that the PILLARS OF CREATION....no longer exist.

Darn!

The Hubble telescope dscovered and photographed them in 1995 and they've been an inspiration to millions since then. 

And now, they're gone.

But the good news is that the "experts" didn't expect them to last very long anyway.  If there had been a photograph taken of Earth...from the PILLARS OF CREATION....we wouldn't exist either.


You see, the "Pillars" are 7,000 light years away from Earth. The picture that Hubble took is what the "Pillars of Creation" looked like in the year 4985 BC.  The mythical picture taken of the Earth would have shown it...also as it looked in 4985 BC.

The Astronomy article on the Internet explained that,

. "We see the Sun as it looked 8.5 minutes ago. If you were standing one foot in front of me, I would see you as you looked 1.01670336 nanoseconds ago, which is the time it would take for the light to reflect from your face to my pupil. While our brains live in their present, we see everything else in its past tense."

Are you "boggled" yet?

-Ed

"Time is an illusion"

-Albert Einstein









Rubber Room Time

Watching this country go insane....just breaks my heart.
It's getting close to sending me "around the bend" too.

The fact that the American People haven't stormed the Washington Establishment with pitchforks yet, tells me that they never will.

You don't hear the old expression, "The American People won't stand for it"  because apparently they will stand for anything.

Boys in the girls bathrooms, Girls in the boys bathrooms?

Insane

Or deliberate further destruction of the once greatest nation on earth.

Sad.

-Ed

Saturday, May 14, 2016

World's Oldest Person Passes




Susannah Jones
According to CNN, Susannah Mushatt Jones, the world's oldest person, died in New York city Thursday night.
 She was 116.
Jones was born on July 6, 1899, in Lowndes County, Alabama, and her life spanned three centuries,  Her father was a sharecropper who supported his family by picking cotton.
She lived through 20 U.S. presidents, two world wars and the birth of the automobile, the airplane, TV and the Internet.
Jones attributed her longevity to sleep, clean living and positive energy.

*****************

Which reminded me of one of my favorite stories about a TV reporter, years ago, who was sent to interview a 100 year old man. 

He inquired of the man what his secret to living so long was.

"I never smoked....never cussed....fooled around with wild women...and, most importantly, never touched a drop of alcohol!

Suddenly, there was this loud crash.....from somewhere in the back of the house.

The reporter stopped his camera...and said..."What the Heck was that!"

The old man sheepishly replied, 

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed!  it's my father. He's drunk again!"

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Put the Third Finger of the Right Hand...

....on the letter L...and the first finger of your left one the letter F.  Keep that position while you "hunt and peck" punching the "found key" with whichever finger is closest to it.

It took my Mom less than 2 minutes to explain that to me, but it turned out to be one of the most useful lessons I ever had. I was perhaps 14 years old at the time, and never again typed with only 2 fingers.  I wish I had absorbed more of her advice with such determinaton.
I "hunted and pecked" a lot after that, but with ALL of my fingers, instead of just two. And almost before I knew what a "Touch Typist" was.....I was one.
And seldom has a day gone by since then that I have not used that skill.
What a Mom!  I would say she was perfect.......except for one thing; she never did buy me that pony.

-Ed

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Ah Ha!

I doubt that the "mainstream media" has spent much time discussing this story, but in my opinion, it's the "Ah Ha!" story of the decade.  Maybe even the century.  (In the newsrooms I worked in, an "Ah Ha!" story was one which would make the viewers think, "Ah Ha, it's finally been confirmed and that I was right all along."

There were also ones we called "Grabbers."  Those were anything that would make the listener "sit up in his chair and think, "Well, I'll be damned."

This one is both!


Scientists have captured the flash of light that sparks when a sperm meets an egg

For the first time ever, scientists have captured images of the flash of light that sparks at the very moment a human sperm cell makes contact with an egg.

Sperm Meets Egg

Great accomplishment,  interesting.....but frankly, in "newsroom terms," I'd call it a "Yawner," mainly because it's such an old story.  In fact, thousands of years old!  

Genesis 1.3   "And God said, "Let there be light."

-Ed


Sunday, March 27, 2016

When The Swallows Come Back to...

Oh, forget it.


San Juan Capistrano Mission

.They haven't returned to Capistrano for several years now.


They used to arrive every year on March 19th, but like a million similar minded human types...happiness is seeing THE GOLDEN STATE...in the rear view mirror.

It doesn't take a genius to know why the swallows don't return to the Mission San Juan Capistrano anymore.  The brilliant "suits" there cleaned up the centuries old  stone mission...got rid of those dirty eyesore "nests" along the walls....and waited for the birds and the tourists to flock back every March 19th.

Neither did.

"Surprise, surprise," to quote Gomer Pyle.

As far as the humans bailing out, there are a myriad of reasons, high taxes, illegals, nutty government, nuts and flakes, etc, etc.......

All, reasons enough,  but the most convincing one in my opinion is.....

"Too many Priuses.....and Prius drivers,"...hands down the worst in the world.

-Ed




Saturday, March 12, 2016

Keeping Up

I think we all fall short of "keeping up" with the many old friends we've had over the years.  I know I'm guilty of it.  And I feel awful about it,  especially after one of those old pals passes away unexpectedly.
  
"Oh, if I only had it to do over again......"
Bob Geneiser 

One of my favorite newsmen I worked with over the years was Bob Gneiser, (pronounced "Nizer") who died a few years ago.

Bob was one of the nicest people I 've ever known.

I think he liked me too, because for years after we both had moved on from WMAL, Bob would often invite my wife and me over to his house for parties and sometimes...just for a visit.

I always turned him down.

But if only I had it to do all over again...........

I would still turn him down.

However, it had nothing to do with Bob.  


The HOUSE

It was his HOUSE!

8103 Lily Stone Drive
Bethesda, Md.

There was no way I was ever going near that Damm place!

The previous owner was a Government Employee named Brad Bishop, who a couple of years before Bob and his wife moved in...had murdered his Mother, his wife and three children in that very house.


From The Washington Post,  Feb 1977 

“I have a strong feeling that Bishop is dead” said George Quinn, special agent in charge of the Baltimore field office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. But, Quinn added, speculation is ‘a luxury we don’t indulge in. So we assume he’s alive in the absence of any other indication.”The uncertainty of whether Bishop is dead of alive extends to the tangled legal process that occurred in the absence of heirs.

The victims were Bishop’s mother, Lobelia, 68; his wife, Annette, 37; his sons, Brad III, 14, Brent, 10, and Geoffrey, 5.According to terms of a will Lobelia Bishop executed in 1961, her only child, William Bradford Bishop Jr., inherited all of her estate. Neither Annette Bishop nor her sons left a will.



 Robert Wels was named receiver of his brother-in-law’s property.Acting in that capacity, Wels authorized the sale of Bishop’s motorcycle and the family’s rust-colored, 1974 Chevrolet station wagon. The latter vehicle was the object of a nationwide search before it was located last March 18 at a resort campsite deep in the Great Smoky National Park on the North Carolina Tennessee border.To protect the Gneisers from a possible claim sometime in the future by Bishop or his heirs, the title company they employed in the purchase of the house insisted that a guardian, who has greater legal authority than a receiver, be named in Bishop’s behalf.The last confirmed contact with Bishop occurred last March 2, when he used BankAmericard, his only credit card, to purchase $15.50 worth of sporting goods in Jacksonville, N.C., about 100 miles south of Tyrrell County, N.C., where the bodies were discovered earlier that day.
A forest ranger, patrolling the swampy forest near the hamlet of Columbia, N.C., spotted the bodies, which had been set afire, about noon. But it was almost a week before the charred remains were connected to the Bishop family, whose absence from home was attributed by friends to a spring skiing trip that the close-knit, athletic family had planned.
Bishop, a highly regarded, $26,000-a-year career Foreign Service officer, had left his office at the State Department unusually early on March 1, complaining a cold.Police later determined that Bishop drove from his Foggy Bottom office to Montgomery Mall, where he bought a five-gallon gasoline can at Sears and had it filled at the Texaco station there.
Investigators also have concluded that the first victim was his wife, Annette, who was slain in the den. They theorize that Bishop’s mother, who lived with the family, returned from walking the family dog and surprised the killer, who hurriedly placed one of Brad Bishop’s jackets over Annette’s body. After the two women were fatally bludgeoned, the three boys, who were wearing pajamas and apparently were asleep in upstairs bedrooms, were then killed by a powerful blows to their heads.The killer then stuffed the bodies in the family’s station wagon and drove through the night to North Carolina, where the bodies were dumped into a bathtub-size grave and set afire.
The station wagon, which was found more than two weeks later, contained a blood-stained blanket, an ax and a shotgun. A massive search of the park, from the air and on foot, followed discovery of the station wagon. But except for some early false reports, there was no trace of Bishop, or the family’s missing golden retriever, Leo.
In the intervening year, police have found no rational motive for the murders: No evidence of infidelity, or financial or job problems. The Bishops, friends and associates insisted, were the archetypical All-American family, blessed with beauty brains and togetherness.
The lone imperfection investigators uncovered was that Bishop had consulted three psychiatrists in recent years, and that he had been taking the prescription drug Serax to treat symptoms of depression and insomnia. A quantity of Serax was found in the glove compartment of the station wagon.
“When he stepped out of that car,” said the FBI’s Quinn, “the trail ended.”
North Carolina Attorney general Rufus Edmisten, who directed the hunt for Bishop in that state, said last week that Bishop’s disappearance is “the most baffling mystery I’ve ever encountered.”
Edminsten, the former deputy counsel to the Watergate committee, discounted the possibility that Bishop, an experienced outdoorsman, wandered off into the park and met his death.
Jack Linahan, assistant chief ranger of the Great Smoky park, said “the number of people who utilize the park” make it unlikely that a body could go unreported “visually or by one of the other senses.”As a State Department employee, Bishop was stationed in Ethiopia, Botswana and Italy and earlier was with Army intelligence in Italy. He speaks Italian and Serbo-Croation fluently, and in addition to his undergraduate degree from Yale, heared tow master’s degrees, in Italian from Middlebury College and African Studies from UCLA. With his education, language abilities and diplomatic credentials, investigators agree that Bishop could get along relatively well in a foreign land.
At least one of Bishop’s former neighbors said she would “like to see more investigation of Brad’s involvement in intelligence activities.”When Carolyn Gneiser was shown the Bishops’ house last November, neither she nor her real estate agent, owned it, although the Gneisers were vaguely aware that both Bishop and Angell had lived in the area.
“I fell in love with the house,” Mrs. Gneiser recalled. Her husband, WMAL/radio anchorman Bob Gneiser, inspected it a few days later and agreed that it was just what they were seeking. It had an addition that would be perfect for Mrs. Gneiser’s mother, who was moving from Florida to become part of their extended family.“We talked it out,” and decided to make the move, Gneiser said, “although frankly, we renegotiated (the price) a little bit” after learning from Mrs. Kate that the house had belonged to the bishops.  
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BRAD BISHOP PROBABLY LOOKS LIKE THIS....TODAY


Not to be confused with,  this man:


Quinten Tarentino    (Hollywood Mogul)
-Ed