I thought I owed you a special Saturday post, and a return to routine won’t hurt me, either. It’s good to hear the hum of conversation around here, but I feel like you just depend on me to unlock the front door! Well, that’s ok. I don’t mind at all. The strip above first appeared way back in 1992. They’re still sitting on that same sofa.
Ladies’ Man
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135 responses to “Ladies’ Man”
Here’s the story Ghost: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Airlines_Flight_27
Mark, reads like the aviation version of Chernobyl, testing theories while risking lives.
Geez, shades of Oddjob!
The article said “since 1980”, and the National 27 experiment-gone-awry pre-dated that (1973). At least the “boy scientists” on the flight deck didn’t decide to shut down all three engines to see if they could re-light them before making an unscheduled return to terra firma. (Perhaps more proof that modern airline flight crews have way too much time on their hands on long cross-country flights.)
I suspect perhaps the third turbulence fatality was someone who was belted in, but who cracked their noggin against some cabin structure.
Jerry in Fl, there’s a definite difference between psychological and neurological.
Someone may be physically unable to walk because of a neurological disorder. That would hardly be a psychological disorder. Make sense?
Psychology may always be neurological, but neurology is not always psychological.
All thumbs are fingers, but not all fingers are thumbs. 🙂
Awoke early this ante meridiem to find the kitchen had decided, overnight, to convert itself into a water feature. Traced the problem to a pin-point leak in waterline to the refrigerator’s ice-maker. Performed ad hoc, field expedient repair until more permanent remedy can be effected post meridiem today. God bless wet-dry shop vacs.
It’s so good to have a man around the house. (Me, I mean. Why? What did you think?)
GR6, we always knew your spirit self had a human body.
Just a ‘quickie’ 🙂 (not read above)
Re: the discussion of smoking cheese…wait a minute, I mean ‘smoked’ cheese.
Ok, who here has heard of head cheese? And who here will admit to eating it. Just had a conversation with my husband and BIL regarding head cheese….so I thought…gotta come and here and open a whole new ‘cheese’, please….
God night and God bless……(“Red Skelton’….from Vincennes, ya know…and I’m sure most of ya’ll know.
Ghost is a spirit
but the spirit does have a
pretty decent bod
Debbe 😉 If by “head cheese” you mean “souse”, then I have. That which my grandmother made was pretty darn good.
Debbe, headcheese is a staple on many European bar plates. Other items include:and cheeses, bread, pickles, and onions. Might explain why I seldom got kissed at the end of the night.
Ghost, maybe the third was struck by falling luggage from the overhead bin or some other object flying around the cabin. The article does not say whether this was a US airline or foreign, so too many possibilities to search.
In extreme turbulence I can see someone breaking their neck although they are buckled in. What was the source of the number? I’m thinking that eighty five per cent of all statistics are made up. Dave, I didn’t mean that type of problem. No one would consider that a psychological problem, however that opens a whole new can of worms called psychosomatic disorders.
My maternal grandmother lived with us back in my childhood and enjoyed head cheese. In the neighborhood (mostly 1st- & 2nd-generation Europeans) were several Germanic butcher shops where all kinds of tasty wursts were available, including head cheese. Non-Germanic items were similarly available. Delicatessens had a good selection as well. Blutwurst, anyone?
I am currently finishing off a 2.4 lb. loaf of wondrously good smoked Swiss cheese. My source is Broadrun Dairy in Dover/Sugarcreek Ohio. If one buys 2 loaves or more, one gets a special lower price. That is also my source for imported Danish blue cheese @$5.89/lb. when I buy a full wheel of, say, 6.5 lbs. It does not go to waste, but does go to waist if I overdo it! Google ’em, but phone in the order to ask for the quantity needed to get the lowest price for any particular product. (I have no financial interest in this firm whatsoever.)
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In spring of ’67, as I returned to Kansas from a successful interview trip for a professorship, my plane was bounced around a LOT while trying to land at Kansas City – itself a difficult task in good weather. We’d get low, get hailed upon from the bottom, the wings would “flap”, and the pilot would rev the engines for another try. Several times we were low enough to see the ambulances lining the runway…not a good sign.
I remembered that just the day before, newspapers ran the story of a commercial passenger who had been killed in a 5000 foot downdraft over Wyoming, and I knew this was the same storm front. After several more tries, the pilot announced that we’d try Wichita, as we could not safely get to KC. That didn’t work, either, though the bouncing around was lessened. Eventually, we hopped back over the storm and landed in St. Louis where busses were made available. For need to get back, I elected to stay with the plane after refueling, and we did land then at KC. I had a chance to speak with the captain – there were so few passengers – and he rated the experience as “moderate turbulence with significant periods of severity”.
Among the memories of that episode were the facts that the only persons actively ill during the turbulence were two AF guys(!) & when the cockpit flashed the seat belt sign while we were still quite aloft, the stewardesses looked absolutely aghast and belted themselves into the nearest seats. I guess they knew what to expect.
That was my last flight.
Pre-USAF, I was on a Martin 4-0-4 night flight that had to penetrate a line of thunderstorms. I believe that one stewardess and I were the only ones on the plane (other than the pilots) that didn’t whopsie. The other stew did.
Little did I realized that not too many years later, I myself would be penetrating lines of thunderstorms, both day and night. Perhaps not surprisingly, it’s actually easier to fly through that type of weather than to ride through it.
Dear c xp, the story of your flight is very exciting! And the last sentence is the perfect punchline!
Dearest Ghost, your story is very exciting too. I’m glad I wasn’t on that flight. I can’t imagine piloting a plane, like that. It’s never been a dream of mine!
Oh, yeah, the Martin 404. Pride of Southern Airways. Never really had a bad weather experience on a plane. Thought the Oklahoma City was going to capsize in a typhoon in July of 1976, though.
Had a rough ride in a Southern 404 but that was in clear weather. Trying to take off from Columbus, MS and it couldn’t seem to get lift. Kept rising and dropping till I was ready for them to abort and land again.
Was on an L-1011 in Birmingham, waiting for pushback. I had a seat in the exit row, right behind one of the side doors. Flight attendtant came to the door and watched it go up and down. Then one of the flight crew came back and they did this a couple more times. Finally the captain got on the intercom and said they had a warning light showing that door was not sealed. After the testing, he said it was just a bad indicator, and off we went for California.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21EHAATQp-8
ce-p
Many years ago circled Chicago in T storms. The wing tips looked to be flapping 4 feet.
That was a 2 bagger.
Rode a Jet Prop Electra (this was before the wings started falling off) that lost electrical
power just after take off- was told if it had been piston engine they would have quit too.
Pilot set the plane on its wing tip circling back.
I never ride without my seat belt tight.
Smoked Gruyère is very tasty – Get it at my local CUB FOODS.
Grated on pizza with smoked prime rib is superb.
The only thing not eaten on the pig is the squeal and the curl in the tail.
I got on a BAC One-Eleven coming out of Chicago O’Hare about 7:00 one evening. The BAC-111 would climb like the proverbial homesick angel anyway, and with the noise abatement procedures in effect for that runway, I got a taste of what the astronauts must feel like on liftoff.
The only downside was I was flying Military Standby and got bumped off of my first flight. I went to Nashville and my luggage went to Memphis. Took another hop from BNA to MEM (no problem at 2:00 AM) and joined my luggage in Memphis.
Debbe 😉 Yeah, where is Jean, anyway?
Ghost: “like…homesick angel”? I like it! I often use “rose up like Lazarus” for such events but can always expand my supply of expressions.
Examples: being scared to death, having chest pains and shortness of breath due to a panic attack, so-called “hysterical blindness”. Never mind why but I had to get up to answer a doorbell so here I am. Good morning Debbe. An airplane is like my car. If I’m in it the seatbelt is in use.
Good morning Villagers..
…and good morning back at you Jerry. There’s two things that always makes my heart ‘stop’….one is the phone ringing in the dead of the night, and the other is a knock at the door in the middle of the night….hope it was something positive for you.
GR 😉 it is probably the same thing, head cheese and souse, but when the guys were discussing it last night they said it was made from the meat lining between the skull and scalp…something like that…I guess I could Whiki it, but I have a delicate tummy in morning.
Mark..good comeback on the ‘cat’ battery 🙂 Laughed.
Speaking of laughing, today’s A&J is a good one.
Fascinating and scary stories about flying. I use to fly a lot from Corpus to Indy whenever I came home to visit. The only thing I can tell is that when I landed one time in Corpus, the plane landed…but I didn’t 🙂 (it was the fault of those ‘little bottles’) 😉
Denise and Gal 🙂 sage advice
Sandcastler….you probably nailed that one on the head….do you wake up thinking an elephant had backed up to your mouth in the middle of the night…just teasing. I have that sensation whenever I just eat raw onion.
Ya’ll have a blessed day.
=^..^=
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