From: oeg1011
Date: 12/12/2015 8:36:22 AM
Subject: Zumwalt Goes to Sea
Zumwalt Goes to Sea
Must be stealth coated with those big slab sides.
Looks like a big radar cross section to me.
The first ship of a new Destroyer class, the Zumwalt left
Bath for sea trials yesterday. Stealth hits the waves with curious people
lining the shore even though the Navy carefully refused to publish a departure
time. Most people knew the time of high tide! The captain has an unusual
name - Capt. James Kirk.
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From: Yahoo! Mail
Date: 12/4/2015 2:54:00 PM
To: PCN Dir
Subject: When men were men...
On Friday, December 4, 2015 2:09 PM, Norm Houle
<livefreeandfly@metrocast.net> wrote:
WHEN MEN
WERE MEN AND DC-8s, 707s, P2Vs and F-4 Phantoms ROAMED THE EARTH
Those were the good ole days. Pilots back then were men
that didn't want to be women or girly men. Pilots all knew
who Jimmy Doolittle was. Pilots drank coffee, whiskey, smoked
cigars and didn't wear digital watches.
They carried their own
suitcases and brain bags, like the real men they were.
Pilots
didn't bend over into the crash position multiple times each day in front of the passengers at security so that some
previously-unemployed Gov't agent could probe for tweezers or fingernail
clippers or too much toothpaste.
Pilots did not go through the terminal impersonating a caddy pulling a bunch of golf clubs, computers, guitars, and
feed bags full of tofu and granola on a sissy-trailer with no hat
and granny glasses hanging on a pink string around their pencil
neck while talking to their personal trainer on the cell phone!
Being an airline Captain was as good
as being the King in a Mel Brooks movie. All the Stewardesses (aka Flight
Attendants) were young, attractive, single women that were proud to be
combatants in the sexual revolution.
They didn't
have to turn sideways, grease up and
suck it in to get through the cockpit door. They would blush, and say
thank you, when told that they looked good, instead of filing a sexual harassment
claim.
Junior
Stewardesses shared a room and talked about
men.... with no thoughts of substitution.
Passengers
wore nice clothes and were polite; they
could speak AND understand English.
They didn't speak gibberish or listen to loud gangsta rap on their
IPods. They bathed and didn't smell like a pile of garbage in a jogging suit
and flip-flops.
Children
didn't travel alone, commuting between trailer parks.
There were
no Biggest Losers asking for a seatbelt extension or a Scotch and grapefruit
juice cocktail with a twist.
If the
Captain wanted to throw some offensive, ranting jerk off the airplane, it was
done without any worries of a lawsuit or getting fired.
Axial flow engines crackled with the sound of freedom and
left an impressive black smoke trail like a locomotive burning soft coal. Jet
fuel was cheap and once the throttles were
pushed up they were left there. After all, it was the jet age and the
idea was to go fast.
"Economy
cruise" was something in the performance book, but no one knew why or where it was. When the clacker went off, no one got all
tight and scared because Douglas & Boeing built it out of iron.
Nothing was going to fall off and that sound had the same effect on real pilots
then, as Viagra does now for these new age guys.
There was very little plastic and no composites on the airplanes (or the Stewardesses' pectoral
regions).
Airplanes and women had eye-pleasing
symmetrical curves, not a bunch of ugly vortex generators, ventral
fins, winglets, flow diverters, tattoos, rings in their nose, tongues and
eyebrows.
Airlines
were run by men like Howard Hughes, Eddie Rickenbacker, C.R. Smith, Juan
Trippe, William Patterson, Jack Frye, and Bob Six, who had built their
companies virtually from scratch, knew most of their employees by name, and were lifetime airline employees
themselves, not pseudo financiers and bean counters who flit from
one occupation to another for a few bucks, a better parachute or a fancier
title, while fervently believing that they are a class of beings unto
themselves.
And so it
was back then....and never will be again!
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