You can tell a sailor by the shoe that they wear (And that’s a fact, Jack!)

Lately I have enjoyed some of the posts on a Facebook page for Navy members that I joined awhile back. The page certainly reminded me of how firmly my feet are planted in the “black shoe” Navy, one of the monikers for those whose naval service was primarily rooted in the Surface Warfare community.

It might surprise those with little or no knowledge of the service, that “the Navy” is not a homogenous branch of what is now the Department of Defense. Oh, and “homogenous” has nothing to do with the gay and lesbian communities of the armed forces.

The Navy is certainly more than ships even though the surface Navy has its own sub-groups. For instance, the “Gator Navy,” uses vessels such as Dock Landing Ships, or LSDs, that can launch smaller craft inside a well dock. The LHAs, or amphibious assault ships are what many would have years ago referred to as a “helicopter carrier” but these behemoths are much more than a place to land a whirly-bird. The name gator refers to landing ships that have either giant stern gates or small gates on the bow, depending on how you look at it. In any event these gates can literally hit the beach, so the reference to amphibious. These ships are the most likely to have contingents of Marines on board, which is always good for a little culture clash.

I have known and even have friends who are “jarheads” who served on these amphibious ships. But I know few swab-jockeys from the Gator Navy. But I’ve been told these are a wholly different bunch of sailors than say those of the tin-can, or destroyer groups.

Tin-can sailors these dayx are most identified with what are now guided missile destroyers and guided missile frigates. Most destroyer squadrons are usually groups of destroyers, cruisers and frigates, all of which today have a “G” in the ships’ hull names to indicate they are guided missile type ships as opposed to the old “gun ships” of my day. Although, an entire class of “DD ships” have come and gone since I last sailed. But, I was on the last active-duty, World War II-era gun destroyer, the USS Agerholm (DD-826.) She was decommissioned in December 1978, seven months after I left it to separate (honorably) from the Navy. The ship was sunk in 1982 off the Pacific coast of San Diego in a Tomahawk missile test.

The tin-can sailor, at least of my day, were certainly a whole different breed. Why some folks even wondered if some of us were even of the human race.

Other groups of sailors who sail on the water are those on carriers, or “bird farms,” as we called them. Although the regular crew are surface sailors, they are most often affiliated with the “brown shoe” Navy. These are the people associated with aviation, known for their officers and chiefs wearing brown shoes with their khakis instead of black ones. The true “airdales,” another term for aviation folks are those assigned to the various type of aircraft squadrons which rotate on and off the carriers.

Then, there are submariners. They are certainly a breed apart. One of my Yeoman “A” School instructors was a submariner who put it succinctly: “When we are up here (on land), the world stinks. Life is only good down there.” Okey, dokey, Pal!

Of course, there are the special forces types, SEALs and those who operate the Special Ops boats, all of which have grown quite a bit population-wise in just the last decade. I don’t know very many true SEALs. I met way more people who said they were SEALs than who really were in that elite bunch. The one guy I knew who I believe really was a SEAL was a pretty strange dude. However, one didn’t have to be a SEAL to fit that description in the Navy.

Last but surely not least are the Seabees. These are the construction types who also are trained in mostly defensive military combat training. “We Build. We Fight,” their motto, although, “We Drink” could be added to the slogan for most Bees I knew.

The majority of my Navy time was spent with the Seabees, the name comes from “CB” meaning Construction Battalion, which is how most Seabees are organized. I wasn’t in a battalion. I served 2 1/2 years at the Naval Construction Training Center in Gulfport, Miss., one of two homeports for the Bees. These are the Atlantic Fleet Seabees. The Pacific Fleet Bees are based at Port Hueneme, Calif., located in Ventura County  near Oxnard.

I thought I might reside on the Mississippi Coast after I finished my tour in the Navy. I didn’t, I moved to Texas. But because the thought crossed my mind, I transferred to the 20th Naval Construction Regiment in Gulfport to finish my time of about three weeks after saying good-byes on my tin-can. I really didn’t do much militarily there during my very short time except getting my last Navy regulation haircut some scum-sucking lifer forced me to acquire. (Note: Not all lifers are scum-sucking, though I thought that at times of some career Navy back then.)

The Seabees wear mostly combat boots, by the way. The Gator Navy? I don’t have a clue. SEALs? They can wear any damn kind of shoe they want! And that is my point, if there is one to be made. There are a bunch of different types of Navy folks. If you want to know a little bit more about what kind of sailor a sailor is, try looking at his or her shoes.

 

 

Want to bid on a private jet flight? Then fill up that empty leg with a bid, if you’re not too chicken

Are you a leg man? How about a leg woman? Well, my friends, legs might be in your traveling future if you like a little Internet crap-shooting. Here is an offer that might even match Bill Shatner “negotiating a deal” for you on behalf of Priceline. What is the new magic travel wave of the future? Why it is the quest to fill an “empty leg.”

A company called EmptyLegMarket LLC, has announced a new iPhone app on which one may name their price on chartering a private jet. Were you hearing me right? I think so. EmptyLeg customers can bid on chartering an entire private jet by simply entering when they want to go to, the amount they are willing to pay, and their payment information. Within 24 hours of submitting a bid a customer will be notified if their bid was accepted by one of the company’s jet operators.

“Nobody in the industry has an iPhone app allowing you to name your price to charter a private jet,” says Elliott Schwartz, Director of Operations for EmptyLegMarket, in a PRNewswire release.

I do not doubt that.

The EmptyLegMarket Website explains that an “Empty Leg” refers to a market term for unsold charter jet flight segments. Most of those segments listed for current empty legs require a call for a quote while others say $1 USD or USD $536. For instance, a current empty leg listing for a Saturday evening from Eagle County, Colo., to Hooks airport in Houston, on board a turboprop Pilatus PC-12 is up for bid starting at USD $1. Let the bid wars begin!

Well, it sounds interesting and potentially expensive. Whether this app will turn you on to something magical and even an economical alternative to commercial flight is the big question. I suppose one must call to ask what the flight really costs. Nevertheless, you may find some things on this ‘net suite that is a bargain. My advice though is to not count your flying chickens before they hatch. Nor should you plan your flight with the thought of a single dollar floating inside your head.

A return to normalcy

It has been a long day. I woke up about 3 a.m. but needed to wake about 4:15 to catch the van to Houston VA hospital for a couple of appointments. So I didn’t return to sleep.

The  sultry weather was certainly different from the mild temperatures and climate from the mountains near Estes Park, Colo., the place I spent all of last week for union steward training.

It is taking me a bit to return to the hot, humid temps. Slowly but surely, I am getting there.  We’ll see what happens.

Mighty fine Rocky Mountains of Estes Park, Colo.
Mighty fine Rocky Mountains of Estes Park, Colo.

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The Colorado Rocky Mountain high is very pleasant while the lows are nice and cool!

The view at Estes Park, CO
The view on S. St. Vrain Avenue, Estes Park, CO

 

Howdy Buckaroos! Greetings from the Rocky Mountains. I wish I could say I was vacationing but I am actually training this week. Still, the view and the ultra-pleasant weather is quite a reward in itself. I am meeting an old friend who lives in the area so I will make this short. I just wanted to let those of you who follow the blog, both of you, that I still care about you! Happy Week to you.

King George Costanza?

“Why George Alexander Louis?” rhetorically questions a BBC website headline as to why the Royal Baby was given the name by the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge.

Yes damn it! Indeed! Why the #@$& did Willie and Kate saddle the newest future King of England with a trio of dull past names guaranteed to make even the Queen yawn herself into a coma? King George VII, or King George the 7th for all of you Roman numerically-challenged nitwits, harkens back to an older time. So old in fact that it happened to be the time the sixth version of King George saw the death knell of the British Empire.

"Can't Stand Ya!"
“Can’t Stand Ya!”

One can only be happy for the Royal couple and their “lit’el bundel o’ joy.” Even though Kate looked as if she was about seven months into another bout of pregnancy when she and good (future) King William came out to show everyone in the world that they indeed had a cute lit’el bugger and not the spawn of “Paw-Paw Charles.” Those “magnificent” Spencer genes one must imagine.

Nonetheless, George? George Costanza, the “Lord of the Idiots” perhaps. Ah, but Costanza “Can’t Stand Ya” is recognizably a secret genius between major idiocy making perhaps one of the best television character in history. Costanza was played by the stocky character actor Jason Alexander which makes one wonder if the modern Royals were secret fans of Jerry, George, Elaine and Kramer.

How about just “Prince?” I speak of Prince Rogers Nelson, the uber-talented yet somewhat icky rock and R & B virtuoso whose 80s hit “1999,” seemed like a good idea until the real ’99 and on into 2000 happened. Then the guy decided to change his name to an unpronounceable symbol that led to his being dubbed “The Artist Formerly Known As Prince.” Suddenly, everyone was “The Something or Other Known As Something.” That was pretty cool. Still is.

Louis? Louis Armstrong was cool. Played an awesome trumpet doing that “St. Louis Blues.” Of course, I must remember the couple are Brits and not 20-21st century Americans.

George is a splendid name although some might see it as a bit dated. I know a number of Georges though, many good, like my first cousin, and others, well, who knows.

Here is good luck to the new lit’le bundle. Good health and prosperity to Will, Kate and young George. Hope fer good times ahead and weather the bad. What’s in a name anyway? Right now, little Royal George looks like a miniature version of George the Costanza. Hopefully, the little king-to-be stands to grow out of that look. Of course, one must remember his Spencer blood ran through Sir Winston Churchill. Sir Winnie was no doubt, a very admirable Brit, though a bit Costanza-appearing himself.