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 A blog of no uncertain musings. What goes on in my mind is often a source of wonder to me. |
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My mind and my life are wonderous things ... as are yours, I'm sure. I have more slips of paper and pages of notebooks with musings and thoughts than I really know what to do with. Someone, actually several someones, have suggested I start a blog ... or a journal as a means of focusing some of this mental energy. To be honest, I don't even know what the difference between a 'journal' and 'blog' is--or if there even is a difference. Read on, my friends, and you can judge for yourself whether it even matters. And so....  I'm JACE. Yep ... that's me! And somewhere in all my writings my last name may be posted. But I'll just leave it at Jace for right now. I'm 70 years old and heading full tilt to 71. It's strange that while I'm going through some rather serious medical issues, I still consider myself to be in the prime of my life--pretty good shape physically AND mentally, though I don't run for competition anymore  . I love to ... dang, if I put this stuff here, I won't have anything for my blog.Guess you just have to be patient until such stuff leaks out.  Perhaps 2025, having embraced my retirement, will see more participation in my journaling efforts. Well, one can hope.... |
Part 2 Week 1: Ground Week. Ground Week was aptly named as we spent an inordinate amount of time in touch with the ground. That first week was designed to ensure everyone was in shape to endure what was to come. Thankfully, our time in Virginia Beach had helped our northern bodies acclimate (a little) to the Ft. Benning heat. Whenever someone messed up, everyone dropped to do 25 push-ups. I stopped counting the number of push-ups I did by lunchtime. But, I’d swear I was doing between 500 and 1000 push-ups daily. Runs were not done for speed; we ran as a unit, shuffling along at about a 12-minute mile. The Black Hats required all cadets to finish as a unit. The training site had make-shift showers to cool the unit when the Black Hats deemed it necessary. Almost every afternoon at about 1:30, a summer shower lasting ten minutes or so would halt training. Training resumed immediately after the storm with our clothes drying quickly from the heat. Because of the heat, we wore fatigue uniforms without the long-sleeved top. One of my first purchases was sunscreen. In addition to PT, we learned the basic skills preparing us to jump with a parachute and land safely. The Army needs its soldiers to get from plane to ground safely and as fast as possible. You didn’t want to be floating down gracefully with people shooting at you. Exiting the plane while avoiding tangled lines was as important as landing properly. Day two introduced us to the 34 ft. Tower where we learned how to exit an aircraft and perform a proper PLF (parachute landing fall). To learn the exit technique, we wore a harness (two cabled tether lines attached to two large buckles that rested gently against our chest just above our nipples). The harness was attached to a static wire line that extended about 50 yards from the tower on a slight decline on which we traversed after jumping from the tower. Remember those buckles—they’ll play an infamous part in this story soon. Standing in the door at the top of the tower, strapped to the static line, a Black Hat yelled, “jump up six inches and out 36 inches,” which I did with great gusto keeping my arms tight against my body and my legs together. Keeping tight was critical when jumping to ensure the risers didn’t get tangled from the prop or jet wash from the engines. Dropping about ten feet, the tether lines stopped my drop with an audible ‘snap’ sending a sharp pain through me as the buckles slapped against my t-shirt clad body. Wincing in pain from those buckles, I rode that line dangling and bobbing essentially mimicking the parachute at the mercy of wind currents, until I was caught by a guy at the end of the line who set me firmly on the ground. I had about ten seconds to unhook from the line before the next guy on the line would collide with me. The Black Hats had a lot of folks to exit those towers; we exited that door at a rate of one person every two seconds on each of five lines. Messing up was not an option; the pressure was on. The other aspect of tower training was execution of the PLF, which was impressed upon us until our feet touched the ground and instinct took over. We jumped from the tower, still harnessed, landing on plowed ground below. While I appreciated the softer ground, it was more difficult to include all five points of the PLF. Those points are: 1 – balls of feet 2 – side of the calf 3 – side of the thigh 4 – side of the hip, or buttocks 5 – side of the back … rolling your body through each point in the span of one to two seconds. By the end of the first day of 34-ft Tower training, each of us had two significant bruises where those buckles hit us every time we jumped. I jumped from that tower no fewer than a dozen times a day over the next four days. I felt like those bruises were visible on my back. I couldn’t decide if I was better off that I had less weight at 120 pounds to drop, or that I was not better off because I didn’t have enough meat on me to cushion those buckles. I still had those bruises when I returned home. The pain each time we had to jump from the tower was not conducive to maintaining proper form. We tended to get a little sloppy toward the end of the week. But, we had to pass all requirements before being allowed to move to the next week of training. I honestly think the instructors gave us great latitude in this area. Here are some interesting statistics to bear in mind. The gear we wore when jumping weighes 60 to 70lbs. The average descent of a body with deployed canopy is about 22 to 24 feet per second. A jumper hits the ground at a speed of 13 miles per hour. (Consider running a 4.5 minute per mile speed into a wall to understand why a PLF is essential.) Saturday and Sunday were rest days. We did laundry, a necessary evil, and those of us who had not time to get a haircut, hit the Barber shop. I got my haircut that first evening. Those who didn’t, were given extra push-ups until they did. This was the one infraction that didn’t foster extra push-ups for everyone. One haircut type available—a buzz cut. Having light colored hair, I looked bald. But with the heat, the humidity and all the gear we wore, I learned to embrace the look. Oh, and the weekends were our time to be able to taste our food. During the week, we were given five minutes for breakfast and lunch to get AND eat each meal. Tough luck if you didn’t finish. The Black Hats were there to kick you off your bench. If they announced be in formation in two minutes, you’d better be in formation. Doing one hundred push-ups after eating that quickly was not a happy occurrence. Funny story: the class right behind ours was coming in from West Point. They’d been given special dispensation from their Commander that they didn’t need to get haircuts. ‘Okay,’ said the Black Hats. ‘No problem.’ We heard through the grapevine that they did three times as many push-ups that first day than we did. Every one of those cadets was lined up around the block at the Barber shop that evening. Most of us continued to do PT over the weekend … just to keep the edge on. Airborne classes often overlapped so we had a small idea of what awaited us in Tower Week. Week 2: Tower Week. Now we would get to experience an actual landing while attached to a parachute. The 250 ft. tower had four arms at the top oriented north, south, east and wet. Each arm would hoist one cadet strapped beneath a real canopy 250 feet in the air and dropped for a 15-second float to the ground, where he would hopefully execute a perfect PLF under the watchful eye of the Black Hats. The very nature of preparing the cadet for this apparatus was labor intensive, requiring up to ten personnel to ensure each cadet was properly strapped in. Also, weather conditions played an important part. Obviously, being 250 feet in the air on a metal tower was not a fun place when a storm popped up unexpectedly. Our class had one poor cadet ready to be released when some high winds blew through. He hung there for almost 30 minutes being buffeted by the winds, unable to be released as no one knew if the winds would blow the canopy into the tower. He was pretty shaken when he got down. We never found out if anyone got nicked for missing the weather report. All told, I made five ‘jumps’ from the 250-foot tower. Our time for the rest of the week consisted of more PT and 34 ft. tower training. You can find YouTube videos online of soldiers using the 34 ft. and 250 ft. towers. Come back tomorrow for Part 3: I must have survived. Right? |
Part 1 Notes ▼ It was the summer of 1974, and my last final of my sophomore year was finished on Friday, 10 May. I had two weeks to prepare for my journey south. Fellow ROTC cadet, Everett, and I were driving approximately 2000 miles from Orono, Maine, to Ft Benning, Georgia to attend the U.S. Army’s Airborne School. Our class would begin on Monday, 27 May; we had to sign in the day prior. Yep, I was gonna jump out of airplanes! After all, I was 19 years old and invincible. Everett’s sister lived in Virginia Beach about two blocks away from the ocean. We planned to stay three or four days with her family, enjoying some fun on sand and surf. It was an opportunity we couldn’t pass up. The average temperature of the ocean in Maine was 20-plus degrees colder than Virginia; forty-five degrees was not inviting. And, because Airborne School was three weeks long, attending it messed with our summer work schedules. We’d only be able to find part-time work in July and August when we returned. Having a little fun before school was the order of the day. Getting to Virginia Beach as fast as possible was our mission. We were fired up and ready for our adventure. Arriving about midnight, we quickly crashed in the beds provided—we had driven about 15 hours straight. Twelve hours later, after showering and eating lunch, we were ready for the beach. Grabbing our towels, we rushed outside … and came to an abrupt halt. We felt like we’d run into a wall. In point of fact, we had. Virginia’s heat and humidity snapped their proverbial fingers at us, and we returned to the welcome embrace of central air-conditioning. It was nearer 7 pm before we managed to get to the beach. This visit proved to be the best four days of our trip. Actual preparations for Airborne School began at the start of our Spring semester. Since that school was particularly demanding physically, our ROTC department set up a regular schedule of physical training (PT) to be held before our classes. Our cadre was not taking such attendance lightly. Cadets who attended Airborne School, Summer Camp, or Ranger School would not wash out because they were in poor shape. Three times a week during the semester, cadets attending any of those schools would meet at 6 am for PT. We did calisthenics, especially push-ups and sit-ups, finishing with a two-to-three-mile run. Toward the end of the semester, PT became more rigorous with increased reps of exercises and a final run of eight miles. And, we had to pass the Army’s PT Test with an 80% grade versus the 60% needed to just pass. And yet, we discovered we still weren’t ready for the level of PT the Black Hats (NCO Drill Instructors) at Airborne School heaped upon us. Our first test was to do 100 push-ups in two minutes (the usual PT Test maximum was 71 in two minutes). Failure to do 100 in the time allotted resulted in a one-mile run. I ran that mile. I estimated I did close to 750 push-ups that first day. Airborne School was three weeks long with the first week crammed with more push-ups, sit-ups and running than I’d done in my entire year of ROTC. Our training class was all ROTC cadets from various universities. Each week had rather innocuous names that told us exactly what we’d be doing: The first was Ground Week; next was Tower Week; the final week was Jump Week. Come back tomorrow for Part 2: Ground Week |
| I have long wanted to write down the chapters (to use a writing term) of my life. Some aspects of my life have been regrets. But I think many have been victories. There are stories I want to tell my kids. If others find anything I write interesting, I'll mark that in the win column. I certainly have enough ideas collected along life's journey. My biggest problem is organizing them. One would think the order of one's life would be the obvious solution. But dang if my ideas, memories and thoughts don't come in a jumble. Hence the myriad of notes and scraps of paper. (Oh, and I looked up the use of 'myriad.' I could have said "myriad notes ..." but it just sounds awkward that way.) Basically, my dilemma of what to write boils down to "so many topics, too little time." But I'm retired, I tell myself. Perhaps I should tell my wife that. I have to wonder why there are so many things that need doing around the house now, that weren't important when I was working. Still, I suppose taking care of some task every now and then, gives my back a break from sitting at the laptop for hours on end. Where was I? Oh yeah, some years back I went through a phase of buying a book about some aspect of writing each time I visited Barnes & Noble. Two such books were The Complete Idiot's Guide to Writing a Memoir by Victoria Costello (of course), and Life Writing by Fred D. White. The latter has been very helpful. About three weeks ago I decided to write about my experience attending the US Army's Airborne School while in ROTC in college. That event occurred 51 years ago, and as I began jotting notes about some facet of that experience, I was amazed what I remembered, including some funny stories that I didn't find particularly humorous at the time. I figured I'd pen a story about 1000 to 1200 words, something that might interest my kids and grandkids. I completed that story yesterday. Even editing it vigorously (I thought), I still wound up with 3400 words. I decided to post it in my blog in three parts beginning tomorrow; after all, what's a blog for? |
| C'mon, Missouri. This is still summer. It should not be 51 degrees ... yet. I had to put on a long-sleeve shirt for my morning walk. I guess I've had it easy over the past four-plus months. I've been able to leave the house and walk on any of four or five routes, depending on how far I wanted to walk that day. The cooler temps this morning prompted some though about continuing my walks when the cold really hits. Some years back before I injured my leg, I used to run every afternoon after work, especially in the heat of summer. Winter? Not so much. Growing up in Maine taught me when to come in out of the cold. Our local civic center has an indoor track that I used occasionally in the past. Looks like that will be my go-to place in colder weather. It'll be a bit inconvenient since I'll have to drive there and back. I just hope my will to continue this exercise regimen I've built up these past months overcomes my strong tendency to procrastinate. |
| Car dealerships can certainly be pushy. I bought my 2022 Toyota Corolla brand new on 9/11/2021 (just a coincidence on that date).And every year since as we approach that date I get text message, phone calls and letters from the dealership wanting me to upgrade to the latest year's model. Oh, the promises are there--an offer of $1579 special bonus off the MSRP of a new 2025 model plus a trade-in value of up to $18250 (depending, of course, upon verification by the dealer. Kelley Blue Book says it's worth up to $19,500. Essentially, I'd be paying about $10,000 to upgrade to a 2025 model with the same features. My average annual maintenance costs after the initial warranty period have been less than $250. And the 2025 model touts 6-8 mpg less in the city than my car currently gets. With a car that should easily reach 150-200,000 miles and I'm averaging only 1000 miles per month, I figure I'm good for the next ten years at least. I figure dealerships are like telemarketers--once they have your number .... |
| Gonna be one of those days, I think. I've been awake since just before 4 am this morning. I know that once my brain starts working for the day, there's little chance I'll get back to sleep. But I'm a stubborn coot and I'll lay there, essentially wasting time trying to get back to sleep, all the while knowing that's a useless effort. I finally got up at 5:20 and turned on the laptop. I do have a memoir story I've been working on for several weeks. Guess I could pull it up. Ah, but first--the daily task of five. A question: How long do you lay awake in bed trying to go back to sleep before you give in and get up? |
| A couple days ago, I called up my good friend (actually, my daughter’s mother-in-law) who’s has been going through a cancer diagnosis of her own over the past two years. She has some great doctors and support team to help her through, and she’s done a great deal of research on her own, some of which she’s passed on to me for my own journey. She told me that she had a little setback—that one organ’s function has been significantly reduced, and she would need a PET scan to help diagnose the issue. In terms of scans from aggressive and intrusive to benign--they are PET scans, MRIs, CT scans, then Ultrasounds. She currently has a pretty good quality of life presently that she doesn’t want to jeopardize with radiation. I can understand that. Her doctor is really pushing, telling her she might wind up in the hospital … or worse. She reminded him that she told him at the start of all the treatments that he would never give her an “expiration date.” She fully understands the risks, and submits to treatment on her own terms. This is a very strong woman who has the benefit of a two-year treatment history in her fight against cancer. Her advice to me is to find out all the options with their side effects and expectations. Decide what you can live with for your quality of life, and be aggressive as you can afford to be while surviving with the ability to enjoy life. |
| Last year on this day I turned 70. I had thought I'd never make it to my 70's. My Mom, one brother, and a grandmother and grandfather didn't. Still, I felt pretty good as I worked more than 30 years making projects, large and small, from wood. On my way to this birthday, I ran afoul of something sinister--a tumor that decided to take my right kidney hostage. I remember thinking 'At least I made it to 70.' Then I decided enough of this maudlin crap. Time to take charge and move forward. I still have grandchildren to see graduate and married. I won't go on about all the steps I've taken since December. They're documented in earlier blog entries. But all the well wishes I've received so far have reminded me what life is all about. Celebrate each and every friend you have. Rejoice in each day you have been given. All y'all still have lots to do ... like me. Get out and live! |
| Anyone who follows my blog knows I walk daily as part of an exercise regimen after my April surgery. I live on a dirt road in the country and have mapped out several routes depending on how long I want to walk that day. Down my dirt road are a number of houses many of which have dogs. I love dogs but find it stressful to have them roaming free, rushing at me as I pass. Most of the homes with dogs have fences that keep the dogs in. But a few toward the end of the road (and I know when to turn around) roam free. Only one loose dog (out of 24 along my walking path), a smaller pit bull, has actually displayed any aggressive tendencies. I now carry a small canister of "defensive spray", which I hope never to use. But just down the road are some friends who have five dogs, including three pups, that are fenced in. Usually they will lick my open hand and allow me to pet them. Today, however, one of the pups (my favorite one, actually) got over-excited trying to out-do the other dogs and nipped my finger, drawing blood. Guess I won't be petting them any time soon. At least I know our friends keep up with their pets' shots. |
| Anyone who’s listened to the news has heard talk about tariffs. There’s so much conflicting buzz about tariffs, you’re probably confused, like me. I thought I’d try and dumb down the subject of tariffs. So, what is a tariff? Strictly speaking, tariffs are taxes that a government imposes on goods and services imported from other countries. When a product crosses a border, the receiving country collects the tax. There are two main types of tariffs: Specific: a fixed fee on specific goods, such as $1.00 per item. Ad Valorum: a percentage of the imported good’s value, such as 10% of an items cost. This is the type used most often by President Trump. The main purposes of tariffs are to protect domestic businesses and industries, generate income, and control trade imbalances. Making imported goods more expensive helps domestic businesses compete with foreign companies by encouraging consumers to buy locally produced products, which ostensibly will be cheaper. The income collected by the government can be used for any number of things, such as paying down the deficit, upgrading infrastructure, and public services. Finally, tariffs address trade imbalances by discouraging imports and promoting exports. Let’s get to the bottom line. President Trump tells us that China, the European Union, Canada, yes, every country that he has imposed tariffs on will pay the taxes that the United States collects when the products cross the border. That is NOT correct. Instead, the domestic companies who receive the imported goods pay the tariff costs. These companies have two choices—absorb the additional costs, or pass them on to the consumer in the form of higher prices. Which do you think is the more likely option? I wonder if anyone believes that the foreign companies are actually paying the tariff costs! The tariffs serve their primary purpose: to make imported items more expensive, thereby encouraging the purchase of domestically produced items. And it’s true that the United States will collect income from the tariffs, though no one in the government is really telling us where this money is going. I dare say it’s not going toward reducing the deficit. One can guess the eventual results of tariffs. Despite benefiting domestic businesses, they will result in higher prices to consumers, which can lead to inflation. Tariffs can also lead to decreased economic growth because the higher prices mean consumers will spend less. Frankly, I wonder if the protections for domestic businesses against foreign companies out-weighs the turmoil consumers face with higher prices, inflation and less disposable income. Thoughts, anyone? Added Note: I just read an article that said any taxes taken in by the government goes into the General Fund, which is used to keep the government going. It's not earmarked for anything specific, like infrastructure or the deficit. And by the way, the amount of tax (tariff) revenue taken in during 2023 was about $77 billion, which was 1.5% of total income that year. Pretty small percentage. Back in the 1800's before income taxes, etc., tariff revenue was 80-100% of income for the government. |
| Finally, a break in the heat! The temperature for this morning's walk was 66 degrees. That's a far cry from the low to mid-80's over the past three weeks. I decided to celebrate by adding another half mile to my walk. My doctor told me walking is the best exercise for post-surgery activity. Today's walk was my 109th consecutive day. My initial walk was four days after surgery around my yard going about .18 mile. By the end of April, I was up to a half mile. May's average was a mile a day; June was a mile and a half; and July's average was just over two miles daily. My biggest problem with walks is ... they take too long. My two and a half mile walk today took almost 44 minutes. During my running days that distance was easily under 20 minutes. Yeah, I got other things to do. Speaking of that, I have to finish my daily writing tasks. |
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