Posted by Lex, on March 17th, 2008
I hope you’re wearing the green and preparing to drink of the brown once the sun goes over the yardarm. Somewhere. Because it’s Saint Patrick’s Day precious and we are all, all of us Irish today.
Our quotidian labors being done – sufficient to the day the evils thereof – herself and your correspondent have every intention of taking the trolley into the Gaslamp this e’en for to partake of the festivities:
This year’s musical block party at Sixth and Market streets has Irish rock legends the Young Dubliners, DJ Marc Thrasher, DJ Brent Bartel, local Celtic bands, and traditional Irish dancers.
And I know what you’re asking yourself, constant reader: You’re wondering whether it might be possible to buy your humble scribe a Guinness on this most sacred day of the season.
The answer is yes. Yes of course you can.
Update: Thought for the day – “Work is the curse of the drinking class.”
What has surprised me is not the cheating – there have always been those who have cheated to gain an advantage – but the depth of this scandal. And it was in 2 forms. Someone would take the entrance exams for the applicant, and that person would bribe those who administered the tests to allow this fraud.
Singer arranged for a third-party — usually Mark Riddell — to take the test secretly in the students’ place or replace their responses with his own….
There are a few series I have come across, such as Babylon 5, Battlestar Gallactica (the remake, of course), Twilight Zone (just to name a few) that are worth watching again. All had in my opinion excellent acting and screenwriting. In the case of the Twilight Zone, it is fun to look at some of these young actors, such as William Shatner, Jack Klugman, and Robert Redford and realize how many of them would go on to bigger things.
Filed under History, Travel
An old section of Hwy 40 from Soda Springs to Truckee – maybe 15-20 miles – was kept open to show drivers this beautiful view of Donner Lake. In 1846 things were a lot more dire.
Some years ago, I worked for Cessna Aircraft in Wichita KS.
I mention Kansas because when I was there, for some reason, outsiders always confused it with Wichita Falls, TX.
On a lot of levels it was very different from San Diego, where I left after studying computer programming * for almost a year. For one, after coming home to work and ready for a swim on a hot, muggy afternoon, I discovered the pool to be …..empty of water. Because they always drained the pool on September 1st.
When I was stationed in Germany, I took every bit of spare time – and leave – that I could, to see both neighboring sights and other countries. While on the trains, I liked to talk to the Germans, ask them about World War II.
There were 2 such conversations I remember distinctly to this day after 46 years. One was a (then) middle aged woman. We had a pleasant enough conversation until I got to the War.
What did you do?
I treasure a time during the 1980s, when I worked as a programmer about 20 miles south of my home. I used to carpool – me and my boss, who was more to the left of me, and another worker, a woman from Belgium who I would describe as the younger European “Green” generation.
We had wonderful, respectful conversations as we meandered our way through the traffic. For me it was enjoyable hearing other viewpoints. To open my mind to them, and weigh my beliefs against these new viewpoints.
We lost a good friend. I wasn’t a Neptunus Lex reader that morning; I hadn’t even heard of him. I will have learned about him tomorrow, when reading the notice from Chicago Boyz.
MarineMom probably described the reaction of his readers best, when she reported the news to her Marine aviator son.
He said that “I feel like somebody just punched me in the gut“.
OldAFSarge has a good post describing that day here.
The very first post I read, recommended by David, really told me all about the kind of man Lex was.
Immensely talented in his chosen line of work.
A man of faith.
Kind to others.
A wicked sense of humor, even at his own expense.
I started devouring his posts on his now-gone website.
When that went down, I started reading the files advokaat fortunately created (for his later reading, he has said).
I thought that for such a good man who described many of his readers as “the best friends I never met”, giving his readers so much of himself, to be silenced simply because of a password would not do.
He turned out to be the best friend I never met..
Update: 03/07/19 – If you have just come across this via search engine, and want to know more about Carroll LeFon, here’s a good place to start. For one, you will learn a lot about Naval Aviation. But he wrote about so many other things – life and current events.
My Epilogue is here.
By lex, on July 7th, 2010
Pinch * put me in mind of a story.
Was a time in the Old Navy where it was fashionable at certain points to wear hemi- semi- demi- quasi-humorous name patches on the flight suits of America’s Finest. There were any number of “Roger Ball” name tags at the O’Club on a Friday night. When things got late, there were even raunchier monikers attached by Velcro: “Hugh Jardon” was but the least offensive. There might even have been a “Heywood Jablome.”
I can’t say.
Growing up first in Los Angeles in the 50s, then further up in the Central Valley, I used to wait with anticipation for October. And Los Angeles was/is the center of the car culture.
There probably wouldn’t be a Porsche today without Southern California. In their early days, more Porsches were sold in Los Angeles than Germany.
And after less than 3 years, when the 300SL “Gullwing” took the world by storm at the New York Auto show, The original 300SL – a race car made to a street version, became a roadster because of the demands of the Southern California market.
For the last couple of months, a German friend and I have been meeting once a week to have lunch at a German restaurant. It is our town’s only German restaurant, in an improbable place hidden back in a strip mall.
But they have even had a German TV crew fly out from Germany to film it and interview the patrons. I even caused a cute young German camera woman to laugh when I told her a joke in German. Or maybe she was laughing at my German – some things you don’t want to put under the magnifying glass. Although the natives say my German “ist gut“, I tend to think it sounds more like this. It’s about a 25 mile drive each way from my house but hey, they have 20-30 kinds of German beer! This place is better than a lot of……German restaurants in Germany. The food is great, too. I didn’t get the nickname of Bratwurst in the Army for nothin’.