Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Legendary Leather, Cool Cars, Mountains & Airplanes... yes I've been to Palm Springs.

Palm Springs means a few things to many people. Retired wealthy folks, endless desert sun, golf, panoramic mountains and of course, fine gunleather. Leather? What? Yes. When this cozy resort town is mentioned, my mind drifts to cowboys and the premium gun rigs made by John Bianchi, a living legend. If you ever watched "Gunsmoke" back in the day, then you probably remember Mr. Bianchi's good friend James Arness playing the part of Marshall Dillon. He wore a clean, custom built holster and gun belt designed by John Bianchi. Besides CBS studios and Warner Brothers, he also made holsters for Ronald Reagan, Gerald Ford, Gene Autry, Roy Rogers, and more. He now sells premium belts and holsters under the name Frontier Gunleather based in Cathedral City, California. His original business Bianchi International was sold about twenty years ago. There are few things that smell better than a room full of fresh leather goods. Burnt gunpowder would top my list, with dark chocolate coming in a close third. Ballistol or Hoppe's solution holds a solid fourth spot; pine or spiced meats take turns at number five and six, whilst seven through ten are probably of no real consequence to you and I hate to drag out more non-sequitur facts.

The aforementioned smell hit me upon entering Frontier Gunleather, but I was struck more by the sight of John Bianchi himself than the delectable leather aroma. It was totally unexpected, a shock; I was surprised that he actually still came to work. My notion that he sat at home like other retirees or went golfing was pleasantly shattered. The wife didn't really get how famous he is until I explained it in the car later. If you don't get it, imagine going to a batting cage and having Hank Aaron working there. Or walking in to Nordstrom and being assisted by Ralph Lauren. Doesn't happen much, huh? Aside from crafting the gold standard for holsters, Mr. Bianchi is good enough with a gun to have an NRA pistol tournament named after him: the Bianchi Cup. In spite of this prestige, he is quite down to earth and folksy. We walked out with an order for a custom fit gunbelt with holster, an autographed poster, personalized copy of his biography, and a 1911 double magazine pouch dyed black while we waited. The only thing I'd planned on getting was the mag pouch, but my wife insisted we get more. The poster was a total surprise. :)  

McCormick car show/ auction happened this weekend, too. Cool Model A with my father-in-law.


Mountain snow above Palm Springs, CA

Thursday, November 14, 2013

America #1... still most awesome place I've ever been!

America, Heck Yeah! Without trying to sound like I'm tooting Uncle Sam's horn, or being overly patriotic, there are some things I experience that keep me believing in American Exceptionalism. Two examples will illustrate the unbridled enthusiasm we pour into our pursuit of quality. One should keep in mind the truism: you get what you pay for.

Champagne brunch. These words fill one's mind with fashionable dining in blissful tranquility. A buffet of omelettes, carved ribeye, pancakes, Belgian waffles, and the like thrown in with the standard breakfast fare of hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, fruits, cheeses, pastries, and a Mimosa to wash it down. A little backstory may be in order. My wife is due to deliver our first child in early January. So we know for a fact that there will be a solid three to five months we won't be dining out at "cloth napkin" restaurants. So we're sandbagging now and eating out a couple times a week if her schedule and nausea permit it. Our dash to soak up these last few meals took us to the Mission Inn in Riverside, CA. After enjoying one of the best steaks in my life, I casually pointed out that they offer an appealing Champagne Brunch. The wife's response was "Excellent, let's eat here again on Sunday!" No argument from me :).

So that is how I found myself at noon on Sunday, in a Spanish style courtyard, indulging in hot chocolate, eggs with smoked salmon, and a Mimosa: that sweet combination of orange juice and champagne.
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Titanium AR-10: Sure, why not?

Carrying on the theme of penultimate quality, I had the chance this week to handle a rifle that costs more than a Range Rover, but the guy buying this would probably take it home in a Porsche. MSRP of above rifle: a cool $100,000. It doesn't contain any gold or platinum. Nor are any parts covered in unicorn horn or dragon scales, although it may have the very unique Hen's Tooth shell extractor. Why the six-figure price tag? One word: Titanium. The raw materials in this gun cost about $25,000. Add in labor and machining on the toughest metal extant, plus the unique designation of Serial #1 and one rises up into very rare air. I count nine specific titanium parts on the spec list below. Would it really cost more than a condo to build it on your own? No. At least not if you have access to CNC machining equipment with diamond tip cutters and are willing to plunk down the initial material costs. Word amongst some in the industry is that if this had become a "production model" gun, it would list between forty to fifty thousand. Still, at $45K each, Nemo Arms, the company who built this didn't figure demand would support the capital expenditure. I applaud their self-control.




  • Titanium Matched Receiver Set
  • 416 Stainless Steel, .308 Win, 1/10 Twist, Black Nitride Finish, 16” HBAR Profile
  • Titanium Customizable Tube Handguard
  • Troy Tritium Micro Set Back Up Iron Sights
  • Titanium Picatinny Handguard Rails
  • Choate 6-position Buttstock
  • Titanium Low Profile Gas Block
  • Titanium Charging Handle with Tactical Latch
  • Hogue Grip with Battery Management System
  • Titanium DRK Compensator
  • KNS Anti-Rotational Pins
  • Timney 4lb Solid Trigger
  • Norgon Ambi Mag Catch
  • Ambi Safety Selector
  • Titanium Buffer Tube
  • Stainless Steel Buffer
  • Titanium Bolt Carrier, Nickel Boron Coated Bolt
  • Trijicon TA648RMR-308 ACOG 6×48
  • Alabama Rollin'

    So back in October we visited my family in Alabama; took the wife to her very first game in Tuscaloosa at Bryant-Denny Stadium (capacity 102,000) which was a smashing victory over Arkansas, and returned to Kentuck Festival of the Arts for some cultural enlivening. A great time was had by all. More detail will follow :)

    Tuesday, October 1, 2013

    High Class Cultural Activity

    This weekend was spent with wife and in-laws partaking in some wonderfully enriching activities. My dear wife has never been to an Alabama football game, nor even Tuscaloosa on Game Day. So by cashing in all of my brownie points, I was able to coax her into joining me at Sonny McLean's Pub via Randy's Donuts to watch Coach Saban's Crimson Tide whoop up on Ole Miss. As a complete non-seqitur: we traversed the entire length of Inglewood on Manchester  Avenue, passing Soul Food Kitchen, The Forum, and seven different places selling fried chicken. I must say that a drive from Lincoln Blvd to the 110 Fwy is a lot like driving through Memphis. Anyway, I digress.

    After getting a pre-game donut at the much hyped Randy's Donuts, we took a short rest back in Santa Monica before heading over to Sonny McLean's Irish Pub on Wilshire. Those readers familiar with West L.A. will know that there is absolutely no soul food anywhere near this part of the city. Fortunately though, Sonny's makes fabulous guacamole and perfect shepherd's pie with ground lamb and savory sauce. If you wanted to replicate a Tuscaloosa or Birmingham sports pub, Sonny's would be a close to perfect match. There are plenty of TVs; enough to watch the opening part of my Alabama vs. Ole Miss game, and simultaneously revel in Oklahoma thrashing Notre Dame, and Georgia beating LSU. We found out about this "meet up" of Bama fans online. Apparently there is no connection to LA's chapter of UA Alumni Association, but that doesn't stop 10-20 Southerners from gathering to watch the Tide Roll.

    The wife had never seen anyone besides me sing "Yeah Alabama" or shout "Rammer Jammer", so allowing her to witness these firsthand was a real treat. I really enjoyed explaining the bad calls and how the system of "downs" works (why the goal is to keep getting 1st Down) en route to the end zone. Both of us were impressed by the safety for 2 points toward the end of the game. After the win, we both had a little bit of ringing in our ears from the crowd noise inside Sonny McLean's. There is nothing quite so sweet as driving home after an Alabama SEC victory. Roll Tide Roll.

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    On Sunday afternoon, we partook in a similarly exciting event: Georges Bizet's "Carmen" performed by the LA Opera in the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, conducted by the legendary Placido Domingo.  Carmen is one of the three most famous operas of all time; sandwiched between Puccini's "La Boheme" and Mozart's "Marriage of Figaro", it was amazing to see for the very first time (with my wife/ in LA). We saw "La Boheme" last year, which was my first live opera experience. Everyone should see a few famous operas in their life to get a sense of refinement, and see and hear Western Civilization's classiest form of entertainment. Filled with very memorable songs, "Carmen" is the story of a gypsy lady who runs off with Don Jose, corporal of Dragoons and later dumps him for Escamillo, the grand bullfighter baritone who sings "Toreador."

    At half an hour into the first act, we are treated to the "Habanera" which is the trademark song of this opera. It contains this line: L'amour est l'enfant de Boheme... or in English: Love is a gypsy's child. While I don't proffer this as a rational worldview, it does contain poetic charm. My main grievance on the performance was that my opera-mates told me the ending. Spoiler alert! When taking your son-in-law or your husband out to see a show that he's never seen, don't ruin the suspense by telling him that the title character gets stabbed. If I wanted to know who dies at the end, I'd have read up on it! As my wife says, "don't get attached to any of the characters because they'll probably die." Wow! How's that for comfort? Anyway, aside from Don Jose stabbing Carmen in a fit of desperate rage, it has a cute ending. I hope you like the songs as much as I do --> really catchy tunes.


    vivid costumes, gallant dancing, lustrous voices, fun people watching

    Saturday, August 31, 2013

    FINAL: No. 1 Alabama 35, Virginia Tech 10

    So we won. But there is much room for improvement... running game was non-existent, and offensive line was lackluster. However VA Tech fielded one of the best defenses (I hope) we see all season. This is just the first game. Thankfully we have a "bye" week to prepare for retribution against Texas A&M and their snotty prima donna quarterback, Johnny Manziel.

    Hope y'all have a pleasant weekend and Happy Labor Day. Roll Tide Roll!!!

    Run in Feet, Dream in Miles... RTR!


    So this is the last day of August and also the Saturday of Labor Day weekend. The Alabama Crimson Tide, my home team (Class of '07), will be playing Virgina Tech in Atlanta's Georgia Dome at 1:30pm PST. I plan to watch the game here in Santa Monica with a friend from Nashville. For many years as a youngster, a game like today's in a neutral setting against a big East Coast team would have made me jittery about the outcome. But being #1 reigning National Champion for the 3rd season in 4 years, I have a bit more swagger. Hopefully Coach Saban has put his boys in the proper mindset. Winning today is a foregone conclusion by many fans. That's why we pay the fella the big bucks: $5 million per year to knock the stuffing out of Auburn and beat Tennessee like a drum, whilst carrying on a proud and glorious tradition.

    Will he get more than 323 wins before retiring? At 159 wins he's almost halfway there, but I doubt it. Will he win more championships in Tuscaloosa than Bear Bryant? Maybe he can. It would take 4 more, which isn't asking too much for a coach in his early 60s. As "Sports' Most Powerful Coach" per Forbes magazine, I believe Saban really loves to watch his players win games and he's the only guy tough enough to impart that mental certitude to young college boys. I wish he had taken over at UA four years before 2007 when I was still a student. It would have made my memories from the Student Section of Bryant Denny Stadium much more exciting. Alas, I'm so glad Coach Saban is our guy now and pray that he stays till he's 85. A championship to Coach Saban is just "part of the Process." His process is methodical and inimitable. I hope we win :) Roll Tide Roll!


    Saturday, July 20, 2013

    Joys of Hand Crafted Ammo: Reloading .308

    It only took me 30 years to finally get around to it. Even though I've had raw components (read: lots of brass) on hand since my earliest firearms purchase nine years ago, the last puzzles pieces just fell into place. In order to make one cartridge, one must have brass, bullet, powder, primer and the hardware to assemble these four components. A set of dies to punch out the spent primer & re-size the brass, a tool that seats fresh primers, scale and funnel to measure and pour a correct powder charge, and most importantly the press which holds the dies and shell plate. The reloading press is akin to the "Flux Capacitor" in Dr. Emmet Brown's DeLorean Time Machine... it makes all of this possible.

    Recreational shooters like myself hoard empty brass casings with the dream of "Someday I'm going to reload. Brass is the most expensive part so I'm halfway there. It's an investment!" and somehow forget to go buy the rest of the kit. I actually started purchasing dies for higher volume firearms two years ago. A .45ACP set here, a carbide .357 set there, and before long I've got 5 sets of dies stored with a pile of empties. Then I told myself last fall, "either get serious or get rid of it" and to wit now have a can of powder, several primers, and the bullets to go on top (pointy side facing out). My knowledge base grew exponentially in the past two years as I milked every colleague and customer I knew on the subject. We actually have the excellent DVD from RCBS on loop at my workplace that I've seen several times now (in 5 minute increments).

    Finally, I got the blessing of a colleague to come over after work and use his bench. Of particular interest to me was tapping his vast knowledge of the title caliber: .308 Winchester. Apparently there are two distinctly different methods depending on end use. If you plan on shooting a .308 bolt action, then standard dies will work fine, but if your intended use is a semi-automatic, which I have, then 'small base' dies plus 'neck sizing' dies are the way to go. Without going into exhaustive detail, fired brass is ejected with vigor from a semi-auto rifle, thus requiring a bit more prep work than empties collected from a bolt action shooter. The former is a very dynamic platform, whilst the latter is quite static. That extreme force stretches brass longitudinally and radially, whereby the hand loader has to take extra caution to make sure his casings are back in spec, a rather tedious task.

    After getting the cases sized and trimmed down to spec, we primed them, added forty-two grains of IMR 3031 powder, and lastly seated a 150 grain Sierra Game King bullet. What is a grain? Seven thousand grains equals one pound, so a five hundred grain bullet weighs slightly more than an ounce. Our fifty cartridges consumed 2,100 grains or roughly a third of one can of powder. A hundred count box of Sierra bullets costs on average $35... so that's thirty-five cents each. CCI #200 primers also come in sleeves of 100 and cost $5 or less. Powder ranges from $20 to $30 a pound. The reloader's goal is to make it for half the price of factory ammo. These figures are considering $0 for "once fired" empty brass. If one starts with store bought virgin brass, he may not realize any savings.

    Let's do a little math. I figure if $25 retail is what you'd pay for a 20 round box of Hornady, Winchester, or Federal and my unit cost is $0.53 instead of $1.25 then I am reaching the elusive "inexpensive ammo" goal. A break-even point is readily passed when reloading pistol rounds such as .45ACP, .44 Magnum, 9mm, .38 Special, and .357 Magnum. The powder these calibers consume is minuscule (5 to 14 grains) and in the case of sub-sonic loads like .45ACP, brass can be reloaded a couple dozen times due to lower chamber pressure & less fatigue. As some old timers say, "reload & shoot it 'til it cracks!" I now have 50 rounds of meticulously crafted .308 ammo and the ability to produce more. Dreams do come true!

    CAUTION: THE AUTHOR'S INTENDED AUDIENCE IS COMPETENT, SOBER, SAFETY MINDED ADULTS. READ PUBLISHED DATA/ INSTRUCTIONS FROM REPUTABLE SOURCE BEFORE ATTEMPTING TO RELOAD AMMUNITION. HANDLING GUN POWDER & PRIMERS CAN BE INHERENTLY DANGEROUS. MISUSE MAY RESULT IN SERIOUS INJURY OR DEATH. ALWAYS WEAR SAFETY GLASSES! CLICK IMR OR CCI FOR MORE INFORMATION.


    Saturday, July 13, 2013

    The Farm: Redlands, CA

    I had an amazingly delicious supper tonight at Farm Artisan on State Street in Redlands. If you aren't familiar with it, feel free to click over to their website then return to Bama Drifter for my review. OK, so my wife Eliz and I really enjoy good restaurants. We make a point to have a date once a week. And at a fancy place once a month. Without cable TV or car payments, this is our main splurge. Since my mom was in town for my valve procedure, we made sure to take her along with us.

    The food is primarily why we go to the Farm, with atmosphere being a close second. Most of the ingredients are locally produced and the menu changes regularly to reflect what is in season. Tonight they had a price fixe option three course dinner for $19. Choice of soup or salad, trout or tofu with vegetables, and strawberries with cream for dessert. Luckily tonight's soup was our favorite: carrot ginger over a bed of buckwheat (other times it is over jasmine rice). Not to forget, you get fresh bread with olive oil and balsamic vinegar after placing your order. Similar style but way better quality than Macaroni Grill. The carrot ginger soup isn't overly spiced and has a pleasant hint of coconut. We get it every time that it is available and heartily recommend it. The ladies heirloom tomato salad was pleasant.

    For my main course I had the pan seared trout over corn cake with fresh vegetable medley. Accompanying this meal was a glass of Pedroncelli Zinfandel which we'll discuss further later on. The fish was prepared just how I like, lightly pan fried skin on. Fresh carrots, squash, and onions also tasted great. A large medallion sized corn cake made another special touch. A bit more pepper would have been helpful, but overall I would say this was one of my favorite Farm meals yet.

    For dessert, we had fresh strawberries with almond cake and cream. The presentation was lovely with a dollop of cream in the center, surrounded by a ring of sliced strawberries and a biscotti-like almond cake cut into three strips. This I washed down with the fabulous 2008 Trentadue Petite Sirah Port. If you've had their exquisite Chocolate Amore, you may find this offering a bit dryer and plummier with a slightly fruiter mouthfeel. The Farm continues to make progress in desserts, but still lacks in the coffee area. We hope they will advance beyond basic coffee soon and offer cappuccino, espresso, or our old standby: the sugar-free hazelnut decaf soy latte.

    The award winning wine I enjoyed is worth mentioning again. A bold red, Pedroncelli Zinfandel 2010 from California's Dry Creek Valley scored 88 points in Wine Spectator. Jammy, blackberry, with mild floral notes and hint of pepper. My tasting notes overlap those of the pros. I think I have a decent nose for quality and Zinfandel is probably my favorite grape. Usually I try to stick to the budget wines like Trader Joe's Reserve, Rosenblum, or Bogle so this was a treat. A glass a day keeps the cardiologist away!

    In a word this evening was scrumptrulescent.

    Thursday, July 11, 2013

    In-N-Out... of the hospital

    So that went well. My cath lab procedure on Tuesday took four hours from beginning to end and then an overnight stay for observation. I had a chest echo done Wednesday morning to observe valve function and flow as well as an x-ray to show proper placement. Dr. Brent Gordon and his team did an excellent job. If you are ever in SoCal and need a heart valve replaced, he's the best. A really interesting part aside from having a pulmonic valve threaded up my femoral artery, was getting to handle a Gore-tex covered platinum stent.

    My stent is stainless steel with cow vein sewn into it, but in Europe and other parts of the free world outside of FDA control, doctors have the option of using this fancier stent. I signed a form agreeing to be part of a Johns Hopkins study should my artery tear and the Gore-tex platinum stent become necessary during the procedure. Thankfully the Melody Valve went in smoothly with no drama. Just having the option available to use a more advanced material was exciting. I can't imagine what will be available seven to ten years from now! I'm sure the good folks at Medtronic are staying busy.

    Friday, July 5, 2013

    Melody Valve Procedure



    The aforementioned minor heart problem I have requires an occasional corrective surgery. Three previous surgeries have been of the "open heart" variety. Firstly as an infant, second was a Ross Procedure at age ten, and most recently a Pulmonic Valve replacement in 2006. That seven year old donor valve is starting to wear out according to my cardiologist and he is a very clever man, so I take him at his word. Those earlier procedures were all performed at UAB Hospital in Birmingham, AL. On Tuesday, I'll have a cath-lab Melody Valve installed by the experts at LLU Hospital in Loma Linda.

    After doing a small amount of research on it, I'm pretty happy about the deal. I'll be able to work Monday, have the procedure on Tuesday, rest Wednesday, and be back at work on Thursday next Monday. That beats the heck out of being laid up six weeks recuperating from thoracic surgery. Below are some interesting links to those who want to see what my new valve will look like. I appreciate prayers from anyone for success. Happy Everyday!

    Melody Valve video on Youtube

    P-E article w/ photo of my doctors


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    Update Oct. 2014

    So it has been fifteen months and all is well. I had a routine cardiology appointment in August that confirmed my valves are all functioning fine, and aside from my required aspirin regimen and 20mg Lisinopril I give it no thought. I stay too busy working and raising a beautiful daughter to worry about leaky heart valves. I am fit, and don't tire easily. I may need another surgery in 7-10 years, more or less... but that is far down the road and hopefully the technology will be even more amazing by then! 

    I see that more than 150 people have read my initial post; most likely you found it by Googling "Melody Valve". I pray that wether it be you, a friend or family member facing Heart Surgery that you be of good cheer. I've been on the table four times, the first three involved cutting open my chest. Risks involved with Melody Valve procedures are minimal, healing time quick, and scar is non-existent. Remember that laughter is the best medicine; God Bless. :) Philippians 1:6

    Thursday, July 4, 2013

    Happy Independence Day!

    Today I celebrated the great Capitalist tradition of earning "time & a half" plus eight hours of holiday pay that will be on my check: basically meaning I earned "double time" for today's work. I translated for a Chinese customer (permanent resident) who purchased $12K worth of stuff... too bad I don't get a cut of my sales. Anyway, he was a repeat customer back for some .338 Lapua ammo that just arrived and cost $149.99 per 20rd box. Five boxes of ammo, an FN SPR .308 rifle, Swarovski scope and spotting scope all add up. The scope was only $2499 and the rifle $3199 each. The spotting scope was what really amped up his tab. He was very happy to have a worker there who was semi-fluent in Mandarin. I always get a kick out of showing my SoCal colleagues just how clever Alabama boys can be. Hehehe.

    After work, I made some calls to family and friends wishing them well, and catching up on details in each others' lives. July Fourth is a fun time. Last night my wife Eliz and I celebrated early by having a Thai food dinner at Papaya Bay in Redlands, then dessert at the trendy ice cream joint: A la Minute. Just now, she insisted we pop some confetti-filled "champagne poppers" in the den. Our cat, Winchester, is not that amused. Tonight for supper before she goes in for her shift we're going to get some samosas at the hospital cafeteria. They're only available twice a month, so it is quite a treat.

    I wish all of you readers a Happy Independence Day and Happy Everyday!!!

    Sunday, June 30, 2013

    more to come...

    I'm gonna write some more about our SF trip... we had some more delicious fun at Ghirardelli Square, saw Jimi Hendrix's house on Haight/Ashbury, and other neat stuff worth telling. Consider the first two posts as appetizers. Just ran out of energy for now... more to come.

    Revised 7-6-13

    So when we got off the ferry from Alcatraz at Pier 33, we proceeded up to Pier 39 and Fisherman's Wharf. I won't elaborate as it is a tourist trap like any other. We had lunch there at Boudin Bakery, famous local chain not at all unlike Panera Bread but much fresher. I enjoyed a lovely turkey sandwich as AA munched on salad, and Eliz had the tomato soup in a bread bowl. From Fisherman's Wharf, it is a short stroll up to Ghirardelli Square: best place for dessert in San Francisco.

    This original chocolate manufactory is now relegated to gift and ice cream shop status as current production requires a much larger factory and corporate HQ in San Leandro. Nevertheless, a few of the old machines are set up and running to impress tourists like me and add a bit of a Willy Wonka motif to the room. The building itself is a stunning old brick structure with wrought iron and neatly manicured lawn overlooking the Bay. On a clear day I'm sure one can see Alcatraz, the Presidio, and Golden Gate Bridge quite nicely.  I digress from the main topic: chocolate. We had some intensely rich ice cream and drinking chocolate.

    Ghirardelli's description of my sundae:
    Two scoops of chocolate ice cream, freshly homemade dark chocolate hot fudge, dark decadent chips, whipped cream and an Intense Dark Twilight Delight® 72% chocolate.
    and drink:

    Decadent Drinking Chocolate with Biscotti Made with melted Chocolate Chips and packed with intense chocolate flavor in every rich, velvety sip.

    The drink ordered by AA was so rich we tried cutting it with half & half creamers. It ended up being more than we could handle in one sitting, so a to-go cup was needed. I thoroughly enjoyed this part of our trip and as evidenced by the lines out the door when we left, I encourage you to go early and soon!

    Next on my list was The Haight. This neighborhood marked by the intersection of Haight & Ashbury was ground zero for 1960s Hippies, especially the 1967 "Summer of Love" that coincided with America's war in Vietnam. Notably, there were no long-haired, tie dyed, Birkenstock wearing folks smoking dope when I arrived. It felt more reminiscent of Atlanta's Little Five Points or the off campus Dead Head shops in Tuscaloosa and Auburn. Historically Jerry Garcia's Grateful Dead, Jimi Hendrix, Jefferson Airplane, and Janis Joplin all lived nearby. That is more than I care to know about it and we didn't stay for more than half an hour. So there it is; check The Haight off your list. 
          



    Welcome to The Rock



    Connery & Cage 

    Title above is famously uttered by Sean Connery in 1996 film with Nick Cage. Many folks in California never make a trip to Alcatraz. Obviously for those over 60 it was a prison they can remember being operational and for guys in law enforcement it is just another jail. But for me, it was quite a memorable historic National Park. Obviously the only way in and out is via boat, and ferry tickets aren't that cheap, but entrance to the island and a high-quality audio tour are included. We took the early bird slot so we could be the first tourists of the day, and have other attractions less crowded upon return.

    At Pier 33 there is a meticulously crafted model of Alcatraz that gets you psyched up for it more so than wandering through the obligatory cafe & gift shop. Eliz and AA had also never been, so that added to the excitement. Upon arrival the Park Service gave us a perfunctory spiel before our hike up to the actual prison. This time of year many seagulls are tending to their hatchlings, so the ladies made sure we paused for photos of the little chicks on our hike up.

    Once inside the prison you get a feel for how desolate it really was. The tour is marvelously narrated by real guards and cons who served time on the Rock. My favorite bit was seeing the cells where 3 inmates enlarged their ventilation holes big enough to crawl through, then escaped over the roof and out into San Francisco Bay. Clint Eastwood's 1979 film Escape from Alcatraz gives a plausible storyline. No bodies were ever recovered, and the FBI has no idea where the fugitives may have gone. I'm of the persuasion that the cons had a boat waiting and that they retired to South America. We'll never know.

    Among other highlights is a photo board with Al Capone, Machine Gun Kelly, Robert Stroud and others. Also interesting is a spot on the floor with freckled concrete: tell-tale signs of grenade explosions during a riot. I think America has a lot to improve upon in our criminal justice system. Frivolous cable TV and weight rooms, with draconian drug charge sentencing... I really don't get it. We do a lot of things right in America, but letting violent offenders out early and locking up tax cheats, marijuana smokers and the like makes no sense to me. I think America is like a ladder with no top and no bottom. If you screw up and are middle class, you'll pay for it. If you're uber-rich or very poor there is no justice. That is my $0.02 so your mileage may vary.

    If you're going to San Francisco...

    Be sure to see Alcatraz and Sausalito (and wear some flowers in your hair). In spite of Scott McKenzie's promise that everyone had aforementioned cranial floral arrangements, it was very lovely indeed. A short itinerary below:

    Sutro's Cliff House/ Seal Rocks
    Alcatraz tour
    Pier 39 & Fisherman's Wharf
    Boudin Bakery
    Ghirardelli Square, chocolate ice cream 
    Haight & Ashbury
    Patxi's Pizza in Haye's Valley
    Lombard "crooked" Street
    Golden Gate Bridge
    Breakfast in Sausalito (Fred's)
    Ferry back to downtown SF
    Chinatown (Z&Y Restaurant)
    Ride the cable car Trolley

    As you may have ascertained from earlier posts, I've been to lots of places in California and the American West, but prior to last weekend had never visited the San Francisco or "Nine Gold Mountains" as the Chinese call it. Summer is a wonderful time to go. While it is 105 in Loma Linda, SF only got up to 75 degrees. Of course foggy drizzle is a respite to folks like us living in a desert, while it would not be so amazing for tourists from Great Britain, Europe, etc. I digress.

    We completed our itinerary using only public transit: very convenient on a 7 by 7 square mile peninsula. After flying into SFO, the BART metro took us to Montgomery Street Station, less than 3 blocks from our hotel near Chinatown. Eliz' friend AA was our main tour guide for the trip. She does something computer related up there. After meeting up at Anthropologie on Market Street, the ladies let me take a nap on the "husbands sofa" while they shopped. When I woke up, it was time to go meet AA's boyfriend and get ready for supper.

    We had a splendid double date at Sutro's at the Cliff House overlooking Seal Rocks which is perched at the southwest entrance to San Francisco Bay. I had and recommend the salmon. Our transit to and from dinner was with Lyft and Uber: two new "app based" services that don't take cash or require the long wait for traditional taxis. Look here.


    Tuesday, June 18, 2013

    .22LR- Can I Get Some Plinkin' Ammo?

    Elusive Ballistic Wampum


    The above title is an often asked question where we work. It has swelled into an overwhelming disgruntled chorus of customers wanting to go to the range. Whether it is a father who'd like to teach his kids how to shoot, a lady wanting practice without wasting precious 9mm rounds, or a prepper who is convinced that the "gubmint is gonna cut off supply," everyone wants more .22 ammo. The most frustrating aspect to me, is seeing first time buyers with their shiny new Henry rifle not be able to go enjoy their purchase as one could easily have done last summer. So as one who worked during Hurricane Katrina (similar market effect) at an Alabama gun shop and has a decent grasp of the human psyche, I will offer my hypothesis.

    Firstly, the US government hasn't "bought up all the ammo." According to Hornady, a major player in the ammo business, only 5% of their production goes to gov't sales. That means Mr. and Mrs. regular citizen purchase MOST of their output. Ah, but they don't make rimfire ammo do they? Well CCI, leader of the rimfire pack, churns out about 4 million rounds of "unobtainium" per day. That is one out of the four majors (Winchester Olin, Remington UMC, Hornady, CCI/Federal ATK) producing 28 million cartridges each and every week.

    Do you really think folks shoot it all up? I don't think so. When our shooting public cuts back on .223, .308, .45ACP, and 9mm consumption they usually use a .22 for cheaper practice. But these days more folks are buying and fewer are actually shooting as they don't know when store shelves will be replenished. I saw at the Tulsa Gun Show folks asking (and getting) $80 per 500 round brick. That is four times retail, yet folks buying it seemed happy that it was available. Economists refer to this as the price elasticity of demand. When everybody wants the same thing at the same time prices will go up as a way of rationing the scarce item and enriching those lucky enough to have a decent quantity on hand.

    Those with a clear memory will remember that such activity inevitably leads to market saturation. Gasoline, Beanie Babies, or bullets: if enough money is poured into one area, the market will eventually settle back down to rational levels. It has been almost 8 months now, so I predict in 5 months or less we will see an ocean of ammo available to those still needing more. By then a full year will have elapsed since the Newtown Massacre, all the preppers will already be stocked up, and the ammo entrepreneurs currently "flipping it" won't have any suckers left.

    As noted earlier, a shortage of any of the major defense calibers in turn leads to a .22LR shortage. One should be seeing more and more .223 available this summer. That is a welcome sign that we are over the hump. Without a ban on AR-15s we see a trickle down effect. Less folks are interested in plunking down $1200 on a complex rifle, and those that did have eased up on their vulture-ish shopping habits. I'm really hoping the rest of the firearms get caught up this fall, so we can have more ammo for all starting early January.

    Most everyone in this business would agree that we'd sure settle for a slow down.
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    September 21, 2014

    Update: All major calibers such as .223, .308, .45ACP, and 9mm are readily available; still difficult to obtain .22LR except online or gun shows (paying $50 or more per brick). All major variants of AR-15 are now available at rock bottom prices and most wholesale distributors are stocked deep on guns of all variety (excluding S&W revolvers, Colt SAA, and limited run items). This is a buyer's market if ever there's been one. I think demand will remain steady for the foreseeable future, with no major legislation proposed or implemented.

    Sunday, May 26, 2013

    Back to Guns...

    In an earlier post, I made a list of most popular "American" guns. I use quotes because the last on the list, Glock, is a product of Austria. That list contained pistols and long guns, but today we will focus on pistols and their use. As I have stated earlier, a pistol, worn on the body at all times, allows one to react to a threat instantaneously. Just like a wristwatch or pocketknife it is there whether one "needs it or not." For more than a century Colt has produced the perfect .45 automatic, known as the Government Model (and the perfect revolver since 1873). Colt's Gov't Model a.k.a "1911" is the most copied semi-automatic pistol in history. To wit, Smith & Wesson, Remington, Ruger, Sig Sauer, and Auto Ordnance have joined the party recently whilst Springfield Armory, Kimber, Les Baer, Dan Wesson, and dozens of smaller companies' business model is churning out 1911 clones ranging from $700 to $7,500 each. There are dozens more that I don't have space to list; point being that 101 years after John Browning's design for Colt was adopted as our military sidearm, demand has never been greater. Quality makes it a Colt.    

    I had the distinct pleasure of participating in a defensive pistol course yesterday, running 300+ rounds through a pre-war Colt Gov't Model. This eight hour course by Solutions Group Int'l was held at Prado Shooting Park, home of the 1984 Olympics, a fine facility. The course instructors gave me a little ribbing for bringing a 90 year old gun (and Glock for backup) with a 35 year old Bianchi rig. They all had Glocks in some sort of Kydex plastic holsters. By the end of the day I was ribbing them for doubting such fine "old school" equipment. There were a few shooters that did have some problems with their gat. 

    Smith & Wesson and Springfield Armory products showed true failures. The shooter to my right with a Springfield 1911 had his rear sight wobble out multiple times. The folks at SA could invest in a few cents worth of Loc-tite. Also his factory supplied magazines had feeding issues. Cheap magazines cause 85% of 1911 problems. A young fellow using the rental S&W Sigma had his front sight fly off. That pistol should be melted down and made into something more useful like a garden trowel. Anyway, I graciously allowed him to borrow my Glock for the remainder of the course. One competitive shooter using his S&W M&P 9 had undetermined issues. He also had a "spare Glock." 

    The only products that performed in the heat and dirt without fail were Colt, Glock, and Beretta. I neither affirm nor deny Beretta's merits for personal reasons. It is a pity more shooters don't try Colt before wasting money on cheaper alternatives. While the fantastic plastic Glocks are reliable, they lack the deep bluing, graceful lines, and remarkable quality of Colt's.  Remember, the bitterness of poor quality lingers after the sweetness of low price has gone away.

    As 1911 clones abound, there is nonsense swirling amongst gun store counters that a good pistol requires a "break in" before it will function reliably. That companies would sell a product not ready to use is not as amazing to me as customers' willingness to take it as acceptable practice. Would you own a fire extinguisher that required break in? Colt made their 1911A1 to military spec, meaning when you pick it up and shake it, there's a tell-tale rattle. The slide is much easier to manipulate and the guns will shoot dirty (fouled by carbon or sand). Try pulling the slide on any Kimber or other high end clone and you'll understand my meaning. Yes, the clones are very accurate. No they will not shoot reliably in adverse conditions. So sad that "new & improved" has given "old reliable" a bad rap. I hope anyone looking to purchase a .45 ACP finds this informative and helpful. 

    Shalom & Happy Everyday! 

    Thursday, May 2, 2013

    Live on Purpose

    So last month I turned 30. The big three-oh. I feel like with a healthy diet, exercise, regular prayers, Bible reading, and logic games I will make it to 90. Lots of folks in my family lived past 85 and several were over 90... I think it is possible that I am just finished with the first third of my life and am looking forward to my next 60 years :).  What am I doing with my time?

    I answer many folks' question of "What do you do?" with a subtle: "I'm in sporting goods." Sometimes for effect I'll say "I'm an arms dealer." Then my wife pokes me in the ribs to clarify that I sell guns (not via surplus Russian Antonov in the Congo) at a sporting goods store. So that accounts for 40 hours, but what am I DOING? Again, that is a hard question that requires introspection. To say I'm still studying Mandarin would be a very generous statement. To say I'm gardening (we did just plant a 4' tall camellia) would make it sound like I spent an inordinate amount of time weeding, pruning or improving our yard. That, I do in small amounts, but not enough to be declared a gardener. Reading? Yes, I read probably more than any of my colleagues, but not in any sort of concentrated or organized method. I feel a bit like I'm drifting (no pun intended).

    As a high schooler I wanted to be a radiologist: hahaha! Way too much organic chemistry required for that. As a student at UA I first wanted to earn a business degree (too much math/statistics) then possibly become a lawyer (too much debt after earning bachelor's). So I went to China. And that was very good:) When I look back on what I did there and how I met my wife on that journey, I'm amazed. I don't understand why so many folks chase comfort over adventure, or settle for familiarity instead of growing beyond themselves. It wasn't hard deciding to move to China compared with moving to California. As I stated in earlier posts, I LOVE my new home in California and am glad that my wife is from here... there are worse fates than life in Southern California.

    Sorry, I digress. Tempus fugit... carpe diem. For you non-Latin speakers that roughly translates to "Time flies... seize the day."  I really want to be able to say in 10 years that I spent my time encouraging my wife to excel. Also I want to deepen my relationship with the Lord and spend more time in His Word. My fantastically generous M.I.L. Kathi gave me a Kindle for my birthday with the stipulation I download the Bible first. I logged in and with the magic of Amazon, now have an electric NIV Bible.

    It is much easier looking up verses on that instead of thumbing through pages. I still cherish my leather clad Bibles and think of all the enlightening Proverbs, encouraging Psalms, life changing Gospels and Pauline Epistles that are highlighted and bookmarked. My record for consecutive days of Bible reading was at UA after completing the Rick Warren 40 Days series. I don't remember how long it lasted, but I want to shatter that by reading daily for the next year. As the experts say 3 weeks establishes a habit, it should be well ingrained before the end of May. The times when I remember feeling most content were times I was reading the Word. My "restart" has been Ephesians 6:13, a very encouraging verse. I encourage all of y'all to give it a try, or if it is already in your daily routine please encourage me in the comments to keep it up. Thanks very much. Shalom!

    Saturday, April 20, 2013

    Desert freedoms

    There is a sublime feeling one gets when driving through the high desert of Southern California. An area encompassing parts of Los Angeles, San Bernardino, and Riverside counties holds a wondrous views. The ghostly Joshua tree yucca, scrubby chaparral creosote, and stark mountains fill your windshield with quite a soothing sight.


    Finding a spot to exercise the 2nd Amendment safely with some friend was the reason for today's excursion. Nothing in the world is quite so therapeutic as a day spent at the shooting range. Our range is what may be considered impromptu or 'as you find it,' though I'm told by friends that this spot is used regularly by many desert folk. We drive far enough off of paved roads so as to be way the heck 'out of dodge' and use a mountain for our safe bullet trap. This is akin to finding a gravel pit in Alabama, box canyon in Arkansas, stern deck on open water or sandy berm in other parts of the West. 

    I shot a full menu of the marksman's sports: pistol, rifle, shotgun, and bow. Having been raised on the gun, my archery skills leave a bit of room for improvement. Recently (7 years ago) being introduced to shotgun games, I also need some more practice with my scattergun: Remington 870 Express 20 gauge. The boomstick was just purchased about 3 years back to give me a reason to join Redlands Shooting Park. My specialty (if you can call it that) is that of rifleman and pistolero. 

    Any boy raised in West Alabama on venison has to be a good shot with the rifle. Otherwise he quickly finds himself in the minority when classmates discuss deer, squirrel and other fine game worth skinning to eat. I haven't yet had the pleasure of roasted squirrel or brunswick stew, but would savor the opportunity to try a bite. But I digress. Rifles today ranged from .22s for plinking, to custom ARs for reaching out a bit and punching tight groups on paper. Mastering the rifle is what keeps citizens free and confident, a supreme deterrent to any two or four legged critter that would cause harm.

    Whilst the rifle is borne, pistols are worn. Generally, the ignorant Hollywood writers portray a hero charging into unknown danger armed with merely a pistol. I say merely because a Rifle or shotgun would be the choice of any prudent man. Note that our soldiers and SWAT officers alike keep their pistols holstered until their Rifle has malfunctioned or run dry. Only then do they fall back to their last resort: the pistol. Getting accurate shots beyond 7 yards or 20 feet with a pistol requires extensive practice and training. On the other hand, I can teach nearly anyone with a Rifle to make hits out past 25  yards (50-100 yds w/ practice).

    Much has been written extolling the virtues of Glock products. Everything you read is mostly true. Their 9mm G17 and G19 are the world standard amongst military and police. What is often neglected in this ocean of positive data, is that a full-size Colt Gov't Model feels much better to shoot. The .45ACP cartridge throws a 230 grain bullet at 850 feet per second. Our wonder-nine is slinging a 115 grain bullet approximately 1200 FPS.  The velocity difference combined with a much lighter frame makes our 9mm Glock generate way more 'felt recoil' than the venerable Colt .45 Auto.  I think John Browning got it right 102 years ago making Colt's entry for the Army pistol trials.

    My host for the day was very generous with his guns and I look forward to taking my wife to this beautiful spot. The drive up is well worth it.   




         

    Tuesday, March 5, 2013

    A Southerner finding peace in SoCal

    So this week my wife and I have been prepping our backyard for a party this coming Sunday. I have helped assemble a gazebo, dug holes for plants, pruned shrubs, and swept the patio. One of the more gratifying chores has been the assembly of patio furniture. Getting a table and chairs put out on the patio, and a couple of faux wicker seats with large green cushions bisected by a steel fire pit next to it really rounds out the set.  From college to China, then first years of our marriage-- I have occupied a string of apartments, guest rooms, hotels and hostels. None of those places sported multiple citrus trees or a pair of semi-feral vagrant cats. Not to sound cliche, but this place is really special; one could call it a milestone.

    As I sat in my green cushioned, faux wicker glider chair yesterday after work, I indulged in a handful of fresh kumquats. Yes, we have a productive kumquat tree adjacent to our patio. For those of you who haven't savored the exhilarating rush of kumquat consumption, it ambushes your taste buds. The fruit is consumed whole, skin and all. A light zephyr of sweetness emanates from the peel and sets you up for the sucker-punch tartness of the middle. It is like having a conversation with Christopher Walken about some esoteric hobby and having Robin Williams interrupt you.  The kumquat: enjoyable, yet surprising.


    That backyard experience with near perfect weather, and the promise of an almost infinite growing season combined to ease my mind about being here for a while. I used to be edgy and feel "cramped" within the social and political structure of this state, but California is cool. Dang cool! I don't recall being able to have fish tacos en route to Home Depot in Alabama. Nor finding any bougainvillea in the garden section there :o)  Perhaps the peaceful feeling is a sign of my growing tolerance of people who have a wildly different (lackadaisical) world view.

    Just another example today at work was from a colleague's comment. He told me that I possess an abundance of "useless information." I gently retorted that much of my reading and learning is solely for personal enrichment. That threw him sideways; he couldn't fathom studying and memorizing information just for the sake of knowledge.  I suppose my outlook is contrarian to my peers. While many of them see studying as a painful means to a necessary end, I see it as a positive lifelong habit. Never stop learning! And in the words of gun scribe LT Col. Jeff Cooper, "If it is worth remembering, WRITE it down!" So many things I think about writing down for the sake of posterity, but slip into the pit of procrastination. That is a dangerous trap one should avoid. Steer clear, remain vigilant, read the Proverbs, and always keep looking up.


    Wednesday, February 20, 2013

    A Drifter Looks at 30.

    I always wanted to be a soldier since I was a little kid.  God had different plans for me.
    Papah holding me 30 years ago
    When I was very young, I felt my God-given passion for firearms meant that I should be a warfighter. Thankfully, there are other occupations that lead to world travel & firearms expertise. I will mention those jobs later on, but suffice it to say, I've had a good time doing things for the Lord overseas.

    At three days old, I was diagnosed with a heart problem called Aortic Valve Stenosis. A corrective surgery fixed the problem until 1993, when I underwent a Ross Procedure, followed by another operation in 2006. My parents told me "This is God's way of keeping you out of harm." Which makes very good sense to a rambunctious boy who would have gotten injured in a contact sport, or gone to war (likely getting shot up or blown up like so many my age).

    Having combat struck from my list of options, I chose to earn a Political Science degree from Alabama (Roll Tide Roll), and then teach English in China instead of attending law school. That decision has worked out phenomenally well. Sharing Jesus with folks overseas, while being paid to do it (provided furnished apartment, etc.) is a wonderful thing. My wife and I actually met at an orientation for prospective China teachers. Our friendship was forged in the heat of Wuhan, and on trips to an orphanage out in the countryside. I don't think I'd have found such a beautiful bride were I stationed in Baghdad or Kandahar.

    Aside from working in Wuhan for a three year stretch, I also did some short trips to Fiji while in college. There in Suva, we studied with locals and had worship every evening. That whet my appetite for future travels. My conservative count of twelve countries (more if Scotland/Wales counted separately) pales in comparison to my wife's travels. In twenty-seven years she claims 40 countries visited. Many of hers were volunteer related, just like my trips to Fiji. Antarctica is the only continent that neither of us has been... yet.

    We feel that travel provides a wealth of memories that no big house, fancy car, or flashy jewelry could ever provide. I hope my journeys inspire others to go to new places. Think of a place you've always thought was just out of reach; I'm sure with proper planning a trip can become feasible. One of the blessings of Christianity is that places all over the world are ready to host you if you're willing to donate a week or two of your time helping improve their community. Another thrifty way to travel is to visit your family... they will appreciate your smiling face much more in person than on Skype.

    A final goal for my family is to visit each of the 50 states. Wife and I have already been to Hawaii and Alaska, and spent a week driving across America on I-40 from Alabama to California. Since most of what we haven't seen is along the East Coast, we feel this is well within reach. It would be a whole lot of fun to go in an RV with kids. I chose the handle "Bama Drifter" because I like to drift from one journey to the next. Where will you go?

    A few of the places I visited instead of the Middle East...

    Fiji
    China
    Vietnam
    Cambodia
    Laos
    India
    Great Britain (incl. Scotland & Wales)
    Canada
    Mexico
    Namibia
    Malawi
    South Africa
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    Great Wall -Beijing
    Terracotta Warriors -Xi'an
    Angkor Wat -Siem Reap
    London
    Edinburgh
    Shanghai
    New York
    Boston
    Kauai
    Malibu
    Hong Kong
    Alaska
    Wyoming
    Montana
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    Sequoia
    Joshua Tree
    Grand Canyon
    Yosemite
    Denali
    Yellowstone
    Grand Tetons 
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    Hunting in Alabama
    Fishing in Alaska
    50 mile canoe/fishing via Bissett, Manitoba
    65 mile backpack/hiking at Philmont
    Snow skiing in Colorado
    Whale watching in Maui
    African Safari (kudu, gemsbok, blue wildebeest, springbok, impala, jackal)

    Places yet unseen...
    Italy
    Germany
    Switzerland

    Tuesday, February 12, 2013

    Hero Laid to Rest whilst Murderous Nutjob Meets Demise




    Chris Kyle 1974-2013
    Today was the funeral at Cowboys Stadium in Dallas for Navy SEAL hero, Chris  Kyle. He was eulogized by fellow SEALs, friends, and his widow Taya. His final resting place is Texas State Cemetery in Austin. Lauded by many for his faith, character, and toughness I don't believe we will see another prolific sniper again like him for a very long time. It is tragic that he died young. It is shameful that our president failed to order flags to half staff or even acknowledge his passing. We live in a time when politicians in New Jersey order flags to half staff for pop star Whitney Houston's abysmal failure at life, yet our commander-in-chief does nothing for Chris Kyle, real American Hero. Most annoyingly today, when we should be remembering Hero Kyle, our national attention shifts to a fired LAPD officer who went on a vengeful killing spree this past weekend as "retribution" to an organization that somehow "wronged him."

    Apparently, the now infamous nutjob Christopher Dorner was fired some years ago for making false accusations about his police trainer. How that translates into "time to kill the LAPD pigs" makes no sense to me. Pardon my expression in quotes, but that sentiment has been somewhat glorified by some online and in the media. His beef with the department, no matter the reason, doesn't excuse such grossly felonious behavior. This evening however, reports to the tune of "bad guy burned to death in mountain cabin" are popping up on news sites. Details are thin and I'm sure tomorrow morning will bring more lucid reports. Moral of the story: don't kill cops; they WILL kill you back.

    Making this hit a little closer to home, my wife and I were stopped en route home from a date to make way for a convoy of 17 San Bernardino Sheriffs vehicles- lights blaring, sirens wailing into the night, mourning the loss of a comrade at Loma Linda Hospital. The killer had fled to Big Bear, holed up in a vacation home, and exchanged gunfire with law enforcement. The first two LEOs to the scene, SB Sheriffs Deputies, were shot then airlifted to Loma Linda, with one Deputy dying and the other in critical condition this afternoon. So the convoy were probably fellow officers of the wounded and deceased.

    As I dropped my dear wife off at work to begin her shift, there were still media trucks outside the Emergency Room entrance. Strangely enough, I had passed a CNN marked news truck on my commute home (major freeway b/w LA and Big Bear) and thought how strange to see a media vehicle eastbound. The traffic report indicated that Hwy 38, which serves mountain communities was closed for police activity.  It has been a crazy couple of weeks. One hero laid to rest in Austin whilst a nutjob meets fiery demise in the mountains of Southern California.

    Wednesday, February 6, 2013

    Chris Kyle, USN : April 8, 1974 - February 2, 2013

    The Devil of Ramadi
    I first read about Chief Petty Officer Chris Kyle in an American Rifleman column last summer. The piece was promoting his new book, which I bought and read, "American Sniper." He seemed to me to be the epitome of the professional shooter. Born in Texas, shooting and hunting since age 8, and die hard American Warrior: he served multiple tours in Iraq as a Navy Seal sniper.  In his book he regarded Carlos Hathcock (Vietnam era sniper credited with 93 kills) as the best of all time, even though Kyle had over 150 confirmed kills over his 10 years of action. His longest (1.2 mile) shot was a self-described "lucky shot" that neutralized an insurgent aiming a rocket launcher at an American convoy. His Navy SEAL career earned him 2 Silver Stars, 5 Bronze Stars with Valor, and other commendations.

    http://www.amazon.com/American-Sniper-Autobiography-Military-History/dp/0062082353

    Most interesting to me is how Chief Kyle dealt with his return to civilian life. Upon honorable discharge from the Navy in 2009, he founded a precision marksmanship school, Craft International. He felt that thing to do with his skill set was to train others going into harm's way such as law enforcement, military, and private security professionals. His knowledge of rifle-craft was unparalleled, and the loss to long-range shooting will be sorely missed. Not only did he teach, Chief Kyle also tried to serve the needs of any veteran he met. His generosity and methodology unfortunately led to an untimely death this past weekend. A young veteran, whom I shall not name, killed Chris and another instructor at a Texas shooting range on Saturday. There was no motive given in the news reports, only descriptions who, what, and where. I never will understand why such awful tragic ends befall such upright men.

    I won't open the PTSD issue here on my blog, but will point at this as another indicator on how poorly we understand and treat our emotionally scarred veterans. Chief Kyle left behind a wife, child, and legendary history as a true Patriot. America needs more guys like him.

    Rest In Peace
    http://www.thecraft.com/Remembering_Chris_Kyle.html