Well, Its 7 PM and We're Still Here

Or, at least, I am.

Now on to December 22, 2012. The day after the world is supposed to end according to some moron's someone's translation of the Mayan calender.

Anyone remember the early '70's when people were moving to Idaho because California was definitely going to fall into the Pacific? I had a really stupid reality challenged cousin-in-law who moved his family to southeastern Idaho. You know, right in the heart of the Yellowstone super-volcano caldera. A place where the Earth pukes it's guts out about every 600,000 years. It's last bender was around 600,000 years ago, so its probably getting itself all gussied up for another period of "painting the town 'red'" (or actually gray).

So, as May 22nd approaches, may I wish each of you a very happy first day of the rest of your life. For what its worth.

"Let's all be careful out there!"

What are your plans for 6pm?

Well, according to some obscure American religious cult, the World ends at 6pm today.
But 6pm where?
Well, they're a bit vague on that trivial fact.


Its already past 6pm in the Land of Oz and they're still here. Same goes for Japan, Korea and China.


Maybe it's supposed to be 6 pm in Jerusalem.

Or Rome.

Or Salt Lake City.

How can a guy make plans about when to pop the top on his final can of beer or stoke the fire on his favorite bong?

Maybe today would be better handled if everybody just stays wasted until May 21st finally dissipates at the IDL (International Date Line).

I'll drink to that!

"Let's all be careful out there!"

Did you hear?.....

Bars are now serving a new drink called the "bin Laden"

Two shots and a splash of water.

Thanks to Princess Leah for this one. 8-)

"Let's all be careful out there!"

Where Obama bagged Osama

If you have the Google Earth app on your web box (and who doesn't?) just enter these coordinates:

34º 10' 09.18" N 73º 14' 33.45"E

for a "spy in the sky" view of where bin Laden bought the farm.

 I doubt the rumors are true that he was thrown overboard off the coast of the Fukushima Nuclear power plant in Japan.  I mean, lets face it, do we really want a giant mutated radioactive creature smashing the buildings in Tokyo?

"Let's all be careful out there!"

50 Years Ago - "A-OK"

In his "work clothes"

Alan B. Shepard (November 18, 1923 – July 21, 1998)

It was a mild spring day in coastal New Hampshire.  I only had about 5 weeks left before summer vacation started.  My first summer as a teenager!  It was my Dad's 35th birthday.  He was away, as usual, flying somewhere for the USAF.  The first thing I noticed when I arrived at school was that one of our 4 junior high classrooms (the school was K-8) had a TV set in it.  Now that was odd.  My heart fluttered slightly.  I knew that Astronaut Shepard was scheduled to launch into space that morning on a short (15 minute) sub-orbital flight.  I was really bummed because I had wanted to stay home and watch it all on TV.  I knew that this was history being made.  Now, for the first time ever, there were multiple TV sets scattered around the school.  Mrs. Kyle's beautiful baby boy may have been a stubborn cuss but not a stupid one.

WE WERE GOING TO WATCH THE LAUNCH!

Somewhere around T-minus 30 minutes the two 7th grade and two 8th grade classes congregated in the Science (appropriately) Room.  Now you must remember that this was before we had any form of satellite tele-communications.  All TV signals were transmitted nationally by terrestrial microwave towers and the three (and only, this was pre-cable) TV Networks (ABC/CBS/NBC) had to pool and coordinate their use of the one microwave link out of Cape Canaveral, which did cause some comical miscues.  All the programming was in black & white (color TV didn't become prominent until around 1966)

The designated time arrived, finally, and America watched Freedom 7 climb into the heavens on a brillant pillar of flame from its Redstone rocket.  15 minutes later it was over.  Of course we didn't see the splashdown or any of the other post landing stuff because, as I noted earlier, there were no satellites to send a signal to.  Yes, the Soviet Union had beaten us into space when Yuri Gagarin made a single orbit of the Earth 23 days earlier but we (America) didn't care.  We had a GEN-U-INE Hero.

Later that summer he returned to his hometown of Derry, New Hampshire for his true hero's parade.  I was there and got to shake his hand.

Mission Patch

Launch

One of his faux pas was that he liked speed (astronaut/test pilot, duh) and it was not uncommon for him to be stopped for speeding (usually 120+ mph) as he made his regular trips between New Hampshire and Cape Canaveral.  I don't think he was ever issued a ticket after his epic journey.  After the mission he was once asked what he was thinking about just prior to the launch and he replied "That we're doing this on 'low-bid'."

His wife Louise died 5 weeks after he did.  Their bodies were cremated and the ashes scattered together in the ocean near Cape Canaveral.

"Let's all be careful out there!"