Archive for May, 2008

11 May James

Saturday, May 17th, 2008

Hi everyone,

Sorry about the late post, but I was in West Virginia and Ohio visiting relatives. I was without internet in both places for about a week and somehow managed to survive.

I had a great time in WV visiting my father’s side of the family in central WV. Life is much different there as coal, timber and subsistence farming are the only real opportunities there. The place is crawling with Osbornes though. I met two other James Osborne’s! I searched through a couple of old family cemeteries in the middle of nowhere and found my grandfather (1889-1974), great grandfather (1845-1912) and my great great grandfather (1815-1884). I found my Cherokee great great grandmother’s (1815-1866) grave with a relatives help in the woods after four wheeling several miles up a railroad right of way. The story of why she is buried there is the subject of an annual outdoor drama presented by my relatives which has attained some notariety in the state. At the courthouse I went through the old records and found my grandfather’s death certificate and, to my great surprise, I found out that my father had three sisters (stillborn) and a brother that died at age 2. So, he was the only child of five to survive infancy. It occured to me that for me to be here, my father had to survive when 80% of his siblings didn’t and then he had to survive the Depression in Appalachia and WWII. There is much to be grateful for! It was neat going through the records at the county courthouse. To get to some of the books, I had to scoot the locked ballot boxes of votes away from the shelves. This was a couple of days after the WV primary. It’s hard to explain, but I got a real sense of what democracy is by being so close to the raw votes of the people of that county.

Bob, I missed you in Houston a few weeks ago. I spent a few days with my daughter to see how she is doing. She is basically a lieutenant in the restaurant business and is working harder than I ever did. She is doing fine and enjoys the work. Congratulations on your graduation and hanging out your shingle.

Reed, good luck on the house hunting. You are really into astronomy with a 22″ Dobsonion. As a kid I remember some friends of mine grinding the lenses for a large telescope, but it wasn’t 22″.

Andy, that’s another great model. I particularly like the mottled camouflage. I’m sorry, but I just can’t eat duck. I’ve tried, but it tastes like duck! Your recipe might make the difference though.

Chuck, I hope you are enjoying your job at 8th. Grandchildren certainly keep you busy.

I’ll talk to you next month.


Contractor Jobs at Barksdale

Thursday, May 15th, 2008

There are a few jobs related to the emerging Cyber-Command that have come to my attention in SAIC.

They all required a TS/SCI and a full-time presence at Barksdale, AFB.
We’re in the processing of not just organizing what the Air Force is going to do with “cyberspace” but also defining what it is.  I know the “Barkdale” piece will turn most of you off, but if you want more information on what these positions might entail, let me know.

FYI:  None of them have relocation money, but if you’re interested I can help you through the application process.


May BoB – Ponch

Monday, May 12th, 2008


I’m guessing the big news across BoB land is the weather.  For the global warming crowd, it’s sure been kinda cool.  Today was like a February morning with temps in the 30s and the typical blustery winds.  Our renters in Seattle said winter keeps hanging on with one storm after another.  The last one blew down our fences to the tune of a couple of thousand dollars….at least we will have something to write off on taxes next year. 

We are still looking at houses to buy.  The prices are starting to come down from outrages to obscene.  The wife is discouraged and gets angry with the real”looters” who continually chirp that they are so busy and the market is so good.  The folks who are trying to sell their property are still on California drugs as many of them expect to sell their little castles in the desert “hood” for two to three hundred thousand more then they paid.  We have looked at some nice places, however it’s always tempered by the fact that we live in a filthy desert always within a few blocks of the local “Crips, Bloods or MS-13 types.   Lancaster / Palmdale never figured out how to zone or control the growth so many a nice house sits on dirt roads next to the all too ubiquitous desert nut job that collects highway trash and old junk cars. 

When I say “filthy” desert that’s literal.  The wind blows here at 20 to 50 kts for most of the year.  The sand and dust gets everywhere.  When you couple that with about one third of the city streets that are not paved you get dirt and filth everywhere.  

If I didn’t mention it before,  I decided I needed a bigger telescope.  We belong to the Central Coast Astronomical Society (CCAS).  Once a month we meet on a hill top north of San Louise Obispo.   It’s a beautiful place and the folks that belong to the group are all super people.  Many are Cal Tech egg heads and professors from Cal Poly and such.  My old scope is near the smallest on the hill so we got scope envy and now we are knee deep in building a 22 inch dobsonian.  It’s been allot of fun so far with a zillion little engineering task and woodsy craft things to accomplish.  On one of my many hardware store searches for parts, I came across a little hobby store in a crappy little town called Quartz Hill.  Andy would love this place; called War Eagle Hobby – named after War Eagle Field, home of the Polaris Flight Academy.  They have half a zillion model kits of tanks, airplanes ect ect.  Allot of them (from the smell of things) are one of a kind treasures that have gone out of production.  Along with the model kits the owner keeps a really well done museum of Antelope Valley aviation history complete with plenty of crashed airplane parts.

As you can imagine, with Edwards AFB close by there is allot of historical stuff.  I guess this guy is some sort of history buff and has amassed a huge bunch of knowledge about crash sites and odd knowledge about the goings on at Edwards and surrounding area.  Contrary to Chuck Yeager’s story about the Antelope Valley’s remote location, this area has a rich aviation history with tens of thousands of aircraft and pilots who shared the skies during the golden days of flight.  Besides Edwards AFB there were several very large training bases were WWII pilots learned to fly.  These are all within 20-30 miles of Edwards. 

I’m willing to bet he has a website too.  Will need to search for it. War Eagle Field is just up the road from were we live, Maybe a mile.  Its now the site of three prisons, one federal and two county.  It’s the lock-up for all LA county illegal gang members.  Nice…not!!!


Sunday, May 11th, 2008

Well another month and enjoying life.   

Reed, found another duck recipe.  Actually it was for venison, but those who braved the taste said it was great.   

Its call Quick Sauerbraten 

  1. ½ cup chopped onion
  2. ½ cup brown sugar
  3. 2 tsp salt
  4. 2 tblsp pickle spice
  5. 1 cup vinegar
  6. 3 cups water 

Put everything in the crock pot all day.  After taking the meat out, I added 12 ginger naps to make gravy out of the juices.  I think next time I’ll drain some of the liquid to make thicker gravy.  The meat was tender and tasted wonderful…but WOW, did the house smell great!  Next month…BBQ-ed duck! 

Great job Bob earning your law degrees! 

Chuck – two year olds will always continue to amaze me on what they do or don’t do – especially in the unpredictable category… 

Elwood – I hope & pray your health gets better.  I know, as I’m approaching the date when one turns 50, my body reminds me about getting older.  I’ve also watch co-workers lose loved ones – unexpectedly and release how frail our bodies are. 

James – your still in my thought and prayers… 

Finished another model; Bf-109 or Me-109 – again another Battle of Britain participant. 

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I’m looking at building a DH-4 biplane 1/72 scale.  I haven’t decided what unit markings yet.  I also have a MB-2, the kind Billy Mitchell used to prove his theory of bombers versus ships.  The DH-4 can be made with 11th, 20th, 28th, 49th, or the 96th Bomb Squadron.  That leaves the MB-2 with 11th or 96th marking.  I have a B-50 that can be made with the 20th, 96th, or 340th Bomb Sq (Blytheville later Eaker AFB).  Well I have some time to think. All my bombers were built in 1/72 scale and with unit markings that were active when I first came in the service.  True there was a lot to chose from back then, but still I like to research to find the correct marking for the model.  I have to go back and re-do my B-17 with Fairchild’s unit marking – didn’t realize it until afterwards that they had a white triangle with a black “B” and not the other way around.  O’well learned the hard way. 

Did I mention that I’m collaborating with a guy to make B-52 decals in 1/72 scale?  We’re looking at all the variants, from the XB/YB-52 through G model.  I know I missed the H, but there are several companies that have H models decals out and they are pretty good…I have three of them. 

Finished reading a book on Medal of Honor recipients.  I was amazed by their stories and several things stood out; although what they did was truly amazing what they went through, but it was more of what they did or didn’t do afterwards with their lives.  Most did not set out to be a hero, it was the situation they faced and how they dealt with it.  Most would tell they didn’t want the recognition, they just wanted to be left alone.  Most felt a huge responsibility to maintain a certain image afterwards – as not to tarnish the significance or reputation of the award.   

Still a few took a less than honorable path…one that was sad…I wish I could do it justice here, but here’s the condensed version of his story.  He was a Vietnam vet who was reassigned a new tank the night before an engagement, next day his new tank takes a hit & is disabled, he gets out only to see his old tank on fire, goes over to help pull his old buddies out to the burning tank, it explodes while the others were still inside, chard bodies go flying everywhere.  So he starts fighting the enemy with a .45, runs out of ammo, grabs another gun and continues to fight.  As he’s running through the jungle fighting, he comes up to an enemy with an AK-47 pointed at his chest & pulls the trigger – nothing happens – jammed, so he kills that guy too.  When he’s finally pulled from the line he’s a wreck.  When he does get home, he tells no one of the ordeal, just locks it way.  Through circumstance, he does go to a VA hospital to get help, but it’s a constant in & out and he never stays long enough.  From what was written he was struggling with the “why me” syndrome, why was I re-assigned the night before to another crew, why was I spared when others died, why did AK-47 jam at that moment in time? He gets to a point of despair and tries to rob a convenient store only to be killed by the owner.  His mother put it best; he was trying to have someone else pull the trigger. 

For some it took 40-50 years after the event to receive the recognition they deserved, especially the African-Americans in WWII.  Some did well trying to shoulder the responsibility, some just tried to fade away from the public.   

Good book… 

Well until next time, take care…

11 May – The Chuck

Sunday, May 11th, 2008

I hope this writing finds all of you doing well. James still running marathons, Jim finally moving around with a walker. 🙂

Bob Goss graduated with two advanced degrees in Law. Good job, Bob.

I’ve probably got a dozen things hanging on my agenda that I should be gabbing and worrying about, but I’ll choose not to share those for now. I’d rather keep it light hearted this month, but don’t let that sway you from sharing you stories.

I joined a writers group in LA last month. Each month we have a writing assignment, for this month it was humor. Most of you know that I’m not much at humor …

… so I just did the best I could. Here’s my humor piece, I hope it brightens your day:

The Way of The Two-Year Old

Somewhere between high school and going back to work after retiring from the Air Force, Saturdays became critical. I’m not sure when the transformation began or when it finished, but I do know that if I didn’t have Saturdays for my yard work, to prepare the lesson for my men’s Bible study, and to type a few lines to satisfy my muse … I would live in a jungle, surrounded by heathens, and I would most certainly go hopelessly insane.

I try to learn something new ever Saturday.

Occasionally, Cindy, my wife, and I get the added pleasure of caring for Malachi and Asher, our twin grandsons. It is usually when they are too sick to stay in the day-care center while our daughter works. I believe the nursery is a breeding ground for super-bugs. I suggested a while back that the Department of Defense’s Biological Weapons Division visit my grandsons’ day-care to collect those superbugs and use them against the global terrorists. They would surrender in weeks, and we’d be done with the war.

Drippy noses and hacking coughs aside, I love my grandsons. They were born in Arizona in October of 2005, shortly before my daughter’s marriage crumbled into dust. Now they live on the other side of Shreveport, so Cindy and I get to see them fairly often.

After they moved here, we transformed our backyard into a playground. There is a redwood swing-set with a spiraling sliding-board, complete with ladders, a sandbox at the base, and a small fort on the second floor. We also have a grey, plastic castle with a blue door, a secret passage behind the fireplace, and a collection of plastic swords and baseballs in the tower. Our patio is populated with two of those kiddie-cars designed to be powered with busy little feet, a kitchen set filled with pots, pans, and dishes, three small push mowers that make different sounds as they move along, and a smorgasbord of balls, blocks, and brightly colored things. Yeah, they like coming to our place. It must be because they love us.

I think they would love us even if Cindy didn’t bake such great cookies. There is something about watching a 2 year-old eating a cookie large enough to hide most of his face that makes a grandparent happy. Smokey, our dog, appreciates the boys too. He gets excited when the boys get cookies, because he has learned the way of the two-year old. They will eventually grow tired of the cookie, or they will drop large pieces of it as they push a toy mower or drive their little car around the patio. And it is nearly impossible to climb a spiral slide and to maintain a good hold on fresh-baked cookies. When the inevitable happens, Smokey is there to pick up after them. He must love those boys.

This past Saturday, Smokey was a bit over-zealous in guarding the boys’ cookies. I had to confine Smokey to our sun-porch before I procured replacement cookies for the boys. Asher surveyed the yard from the lofty fort, while Malachi was below in the sandbox. I gave them each a fresh cookie and sat down in an Adirondack chair, hoping the sweet treats would keep their attention long enough for me to finish reviewing my lesson plan for Sunday.

Malachi sat in the shaded sandbox holding his new cookie in his right hand. He carefully inspected the raisins in the sweet, oatmeal disc. I imagined that he was savoring the moment. I smiled, watching with great anticipation for the impending big bite. Then, as if he was pretending he was a giant excavator, he bent over a took a big bite of sand. Totally unexpected.

This Saturday I learned that it’s nearly impossible to get all the sand out of a two-year old’s mouth, especially when he wants to keep it there.

I may never understand two-year olds. — Charles Sutherland

Hi, May 11th

Saturday, May 10th, 2008

Graduation & old age

          It seems like just a few weeks ago that Jim was out here to watch his daughter graduate from the University of Houston.  Since last December I have completed my second thesis entitled “Informed Consent for Complex Eye Surgeries” and have taken my last law school final.  That final was genetics and the law, and involved a very scientific course.  My sister who is a nurse practitioner came over and looked at “the basics” and stated that was a complete semester of biology.  That was only one section out of 23.

          On Thursday, May 8, 2008, I took my last final and picked up Moe Winston’s son at the Houston Airport.  Moses’s son is also named Moses and hopes to attend the University of Houston law school starting in 2009, to be a member of the graduating class in 2012.  It was really good to see the son, and Moe arrived last night around 11 p.m.  Today we were able to run around and look at two law schools in Houston. 

          On Monday, May 12, I will be in my office even with the VA being terribly slow in not providing any of the equipment that they had contracted for in my self-employment plan.  The degrees I earned are Masters of Law in Health Law and a Masters of Law in Intellectual Property and Information Law.  Even though a JD is considered a TERMINAL degree the Masters of Law is higher than a JD, and requires having earned the JD prior to attending law school to earn the LL.M. degree.  Many of my peers in the LL.M. program had been practicing law for up to 35 years.  Only 10% of attorneys ever earn a LL.M. degree.  In fact I was the only person who earned two degrees at the same time.


I have a couple of clients now, and even have a hearing for one client on Tuesday.  So life is going to be interesting.  I have a Court of Appeals case for a veteran with my part due approximately June 10 to the court.


I will have my website up by 1 July and hope to have a good marketing and PR campaign by then.


I hope everyone is well and has a great Mothers’ Day.  You are in my prayers.  Bob

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Beware of the “Global Poverty Act”

Sunday, May 4th, 2008

On the sixty-sixth anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor, Barack Obama introduced S.2433. It is a Senate Bill with a couple of other names. One is the “Global Poverty Act,” which sounds nice and caring. Who would dare oppose a bill designed to reduce global poverty? The other name is the “Obama Bill,” which sounds friendly enough. Who would dare to oppose the handsome, baritone Senator from Illinois? The answer to both of those question is, only those Americans who would rather maintain our sovereignty than to become a puppet state under the rule of the United Nations.

I know this sounds like a stretch. In fact, it sounds nearly insane. So I’ve included a few supporting documents for you to reference if you’d like to read them for yourself. Here’s the bill that was introduced and here’s the updated version from April 24 that added names to the supporting list. You’ll notice that this is not just a Democratic Party member backed event, but Republican Party members are on record and sponsors of this attempted raid on American coffers and liberties.

Ready for the sticker shock? The bill’s backers refer to it as .7 percent of the nation’s GDP. However, over a 13-year period it adds up to $845,000,000,000. That’s 845 billion US dollars to fund the United Nations’ program. Of course that is in addition to the $300 billion we already plan to invest in global aid. And it doesn’t count the tremendous amount of foreign aid that comes from American churches and private organizations. That’s a lot of money.

Obama’s Global Poverty Act is not a source document. It is built from, and is designed to advance the United Nations’ Millennium Development Goals (General Assembly Resolution 55/2). Back in the year 2000, The UN came up with the plan to not only fix global poverty, but a lot of other things too–all for only .7 percent of the productive world’s GDP.

As I read it, the UN will basically become the controlling legal authority on Earth. The International Criminal Court will trump our Supreme Court, private ownership of small arms and light weapons will be banned, the Kyoto Protocol will become law, they will control the use of fresh water and all types of forests, and they’re going to end war.

End war? Now, how are they going to do that?

Well, they’ll use the billions of dollars coughed up by American taxpayer to establish a standing UN Army, and they will eliminate weapons of mass destruction. Don’t you feel safer already?

Imagine a squad of goose-stepping, blue beret wearing, international-socialist storm-troopers kicking in your front door and demanding you surrender your illegal small arms. While they’re there they’ll make sure you’re Kyoto compliant. And after they have your guns and your money, I guess they’ll be able to do just about anything else they’d like to do. If you have a complaint, take it up with the World Court.

Imagine that. With the humanitarian goal of ending global poverty, we’ll surrender first our money, then our sovereignty, and finally our liberty.

Back in 1776, a resilient breed of Americans, who loved liberty above life, put everything they had on the line so you and your children could have the liberty you enjoy today. Now 232 years later, we’ve freely elected enough “representatives” who believe in the hollow promises of international socialism that they are willing to give it away.

What founding father ever said Americans should surrender their hard-earned money to support the rest of the world? What American today believes we can add 1.5 billion people to our welfare roles without destroying ourselves? After decades of UN failures, which includes exposed corruption with fraud, waste, and abuse of the resources they have controlled, is there any American taxpayer who really believes the UN will be a good steward of the money?

Once we surrender all, what will it take to get it back? You don’t want to know.

You might want to know how to contact your Senator. You might want to send them a message about how you feel about the “Global Poverty Act.” You might want to tell them that you could never vote for the re-election of a Senator who votes for S.2433.

Do you want to know how to contact your Congressman? Not much sense in doing so. It was already rushed through the House and passed with a “unanimous” voice vote under the title of H.R. 1302. The backers of the bill did a great job of getting the sheep to vote for a bill they hadn’t researched or even heard about. I guess most of us would have fallen for the same trick. However … most of us aren’t Congressmen.

If this bill is passed in the Senate, then every American will have one last chance to let our President know how you feel about him signing it in to law. He shouldn’t have the chance to veto the bill, if we can just stop the Senate from passing S.2433.

If you lived in Lexington back on 14 April 1775, a knock would have sounded on your door. Then a neighbor would have told you to collect your musket and to assemble on the village green. All the men, and some of the boys, in the small village answered the call. Later that afternoon, a few of them died at the hands of foreign soldiers, but it started a movement that led to a free America.

That same America fought itself to end slavery, defeated the National Socialists of Germany and the fascist regimes of Italy and Japan, contained Soviet Socialism until it imploded, and now stands as the primary obstacle to global terrorism. But international socialism lurks in the darkest, waiting for it turn to control the world.

Today, you might get an email or read this column. All you need to do is click here, find your Senators’ names and then send a respectful message saying you will not tolerate them voting for S.2433, the Global Poverty Act.

We shouldn’t surrender freely what our founders gave their lives for us to have.

It just, makes sense.