Thursday, January 17, 2019

Replicraft and Jim Kiger

I've always been interested in WW1 fighters, probably dating from watching cartoons of Snoopy battle the Red Baron as a kid.  The past couple years the idea of building a replica has come up, but with 5 or so more pressing projects ahead in the queue, it stays just an idea.

It turns out one of the best sources of replica plans is right down the road in Fremont.  Jim Kiger, age 91, started collecting original factory drawings and researching these aircraft to build museum scale models back in the 1970's.  The lack of suitable plans inspired him to draw his own, and "Replicraft" was born.  Even though his plans were originally created with modelers in mind, they are detailed enough that many full scale replicas have been built from them.

Last week I drove down and bought four sets, the SPAD VII, Roland DVIa, Hanriot HD.1, and the Sopwith Camel.  They may never get built, but I appreciate the artistry of them, and may even hang a version on the wall.


Roland DVIa plans by Replicraft (Jim Kiger)

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Time traveling via old journals and music

Isn't it great how hearing music from a certain period in your life can immediately remove you from the present and send you rocketing back across time?

Reading things I wrote years ago has the same effect and last night an old journal I haven't seen in many years brought 23 year-old me back to life, vividly. I encountered the expected things, like the partying beach lifestyle my roommates and I led, but I'd forgotten about the uncertainty of that age. Would I pass my Navy eye exam? If so, would I finish flight school and what would I fly? Who would I marry? Kids? Where would I end up living? All those questions have long answers now, 27 years later, but then they were blank sheets of paper. It was interesting and melancholy to stand in my 23 year-old shoes again and consider them.

I wouldn't want to go back permanently, but a weekend during spring break 1991 would be nice. Ok, maybe a whole week.

My roommates and friends were certainly a huge blessing.   Beau Duarte was a Naval Flight Officer and after 1992 went on a separate training track. Erik, Chris, and I remained roommates for all three years of flight school.We waited 15 months for the Navy to start training us, from June of 1990 to November of 1991. It was like being retired (with pay) at the age of 22-23. I recall worrying that I'd lost the ability to study when we began our training, but I hadn't. Flight school was a mostly stress free experience, always feeling like I was getting away with something being paid to fly.

I met Rob "Woody" Wood working temporary duty at the Museum of Naval Aviation in the fall of 1990. Woody came through the Naval Academy, loved flying as much as I did, and also looked forward to a bright future. Unfortunately it wasn't in the cards.  He died in a Navy helo crash in 1996 at the age of 29.

Chris and I started learning to play guitar together in the fall of 1990, and by the next spring, were sitting-in and playing sets at the Florabama. Singer/Songwriter Ken Lambert was gracious enough to give us the stage for "on the job training". We sucked in the beginning, sucked less as time went on, and eventually weren't half bad.

Flight school roommates, spring of 1991.
Erik Etz, Rob Bennett, Beau Duarte, and Chris Bailey

Rob "Woody" Wood and I, Sandy Key, summer 1991

Chris Bailey and I playing at the Florabama, 1991

Primary flight training, NAS Whiting Field, 1992







Friday, October 12, 2018

Marius Davidson in a 1927 Oakland roadster

Another interesting automotive find from our family pictures.  Marius Davidson was an auto mechanic by trade and I believe this 1927 Oakland roadster belonged one of his friends of in Winnipeg.  I particularly like the local auto club badges on the radiator. 

Marius Davidson in a 1927 Oakland roadster, Winnipeg, Manitoba. 

Thursday, October 11, 2018

More family cars. Charlie Delahay's 1967 Corvette

When my father-in-law came home from his tour in Vietnam in 1966, one of the first things he did was buy a brand new '67 Corvette with the money he'd saved.  It had a 327 with a four speed and was liquid awesome.  The car was stolen in the early 1970's and the police later recovered the empty shell, which was promptly totaled and scrapped.  In the spirit of practicality, he replaced it with a 1973 Ford Montego.  Ouch.  I wish we had the '67 Corvette shell today...
Charlie Delahay and the '67 Corvette at Town & Country Village, San Jose.  About 1969.











Sandy Delahay in the '67 Corvette, headed to the Winchester Mystery House.  About 1969.

Uncle Joe's hot rod 1930 Chevrolet 3 Window coupe

My love of old cars stems from my uncle's hot rod '30 Chevy coupe.   One of my earliest memories is riding with him as a three or four year old, watching the road slip by the hole in the passenger floorboard.   It was loud and fun and rough around the edges.  He drove it back and forth to school at San Jose City College from 1970 to 72 and then parked it in my grandparent's garage when it broke down.  I used to sneak in and pretend to drive it.  He traded it for a reel to reel tape deck about 1974 or 75.   I still have the California black plate key chain for the plates, BDT 832, and probably the keys as well.

I wonder if the car still exists and where it ended up.  The BDT 832 license plates are no longer in the DMV system.

Joe Evans with his hot rod 1930 Chevrolet 3 window, about 1970.
Joe leaving for school in the '30 Chevy 3 window.

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Thoughts on the Middle East and Iran

President Trump took us out of Obama’s nuclear deal with Iran yesterday.  I’m glad he did, as the deal was too weak to stop Iran’s nuclear ambitions, strengthened Iran’s terrible leadership, and indirectly funded Iran’s terrorism.  The deal would never have passed the Senate as an official treaty, and had bipartisan opposition.  It was rushed to signature and sold under a false dilemma:  either we agree to this deal or we plunge the area into war.  Opposition to the deal was dishonestly cast as war mongering. Recently, Israeli intel demonstrated the Iranians are cheating on the already weak terms of the deal.  So I’m glad the current President is throwing it out.  

Reading the chatter online today, many agree with me, but many more are lost in their compulsion to blame the US for Iran’s bad behavior, focusing on the longstanding economic sanctions, our historic support for the Shah from 1953 to 1979, and our support for Israel.  It fired me up to outline why they are wrong. 

There is no question many Iranians hate the US because they do not understand why the sanctions were originally put in place, and why they persist.  Even some people in the US have a hard time grasping that concept, apparently.  The sanctions were intended to make it difficult for the Iranian theocracy to remain in power, as well as restrict their ability to support terrorism.   Period.  They were never an attempt to randomly cause suffering.  To the contrary, they were an alternative response to direct military intervention, which would have caused greater suffering.  The mullahs remain in power and continue to support terrorism, and so the sanctions must persist if only to curtail terrorism, especially as an alternative to military action. 

My grandparents lived in Iran in 1979 and barely escaped with their lives.  They lost friends in the Islamic revolution.  Looking back, it’s clear that supporting the Shah 40+ years ago was a mistake, but one that can only be properly understood in the context of the Cold War.  Building their oil producing infrastructure was a mistake, as the West lost billions due to the regional instability.  Supporting Israel since 1948, however, has not been a mistake.  The Iranian mullahs will never be friendly to us as long as we support Israel, no matter how many pallets of money we send them, or how many ridiculous deals we try to make.  Israel deserves our support, and the real move toward peace that must be made is this:  the Islamic world must recognize Israel and renounce terrorism.

Bottom line:  It’s impossible to view any relations with Iran without considering the role played by supporting Israel and Iran's repeated threats to annihilate it.  Israel deserves our support.  

Why does Israel deserve our support?  
Here’s a laundry list:
1) Because they are the only democratic, free, pluralistic, tolerant society in the region.  
2) Because the nation was legitimately established by the UN in response to a horrific attempt to exterminate an entire people that nearly succeeded.
3) Because the UN tried to give both the Arabs and the Jews land.  The Jews agreed.  The Arabs disagreed, started a civil war, and haven't really let up since 1948. 
4) Because Israel has been under near continuous attack by neighboring countries since 1948. 
5) Because every attempt they have made to give the Palestinians some degree of autonomy has resulted in increased terrorism and threats to their people.  
6) Because the Israeli goal (to live in peace among their neighbors) is noble, while the goals of their neighbors (to destroy Israel and scatter the surviving Jewish population) is vile.

Back to those blaming the US for our poor relations, why did we support the Shah from 1953-1979?  

We were heavily invested in Iran’s oil infrastructure in the early 1950’s, as were other Western nations.   The Iranians didn't have the full capability to extract their own oil prior to that time. The value of our investment in infrastructure was the main reason we opposed nationalization, as well as our desire to keep Soviet domination/influence in check.  The idea of a Soviet port in the Persian Gulf was a strategic nightmare for the US.  The Shah was friendly to the US, and we supported him in return.  He was a terrible leader, and we stained ourselves through the association.  It’s important to note that we got into bed with many evil characters around the world in those days, solely because they weren't friendly with the Soviets, and that continues to plague us today.  Oil money was important, but was secondary to checking the Soviets.  

You can go on about the Shah and the mistakes of the Cold War, but the Islamic mullahs have been little better for their people over the past 40 years.  The greater cause of contemporary Iranian hatred of the US stems from our support for Israel in the face of radical Islam.  It drives me nuts when left wing people try to delegitimize the state of Israel and make them to be the bad guys.  They claim the Arabs properly own the land of present day Israel, and that the Palestinians should be running the show.  But that view can only be held in complete ignorance of history. 

Ancient Israel is a historic fact, persisting from the beginning of recorded history up until the time of the Romans.  Since the fall of ancient Israel there has been a very fluid definition of ownership.  The area became a cross roads where Jews, Arabs, and Christians have taken turns trying to create their own notion of order in a land with enormous religious significance.  One thing is certain, there never has been an autonomous Arab nation of Palestine, governed by Palestinians.  Arabs in Palestine as well as Jews lived for many centuries under the revolving door of different rulers, from the Romans to the Caliphates to the Crusaders to the Ottoman Empire to British colonialism.  Never in all those years was there an independent Arab nation of Palestine.  

The present day Palestinians in Israel originated in many neighboring states along with present day Israel, and those neighboring states have shown zero interest in granting them any real estate from their respective countries.  

In 1948 UN resolution 181 tried to set up an independent Arab state of Palestine alongside an independent Jewish state of Israel.  The Israelis accepted that idea, but the Arabs rejected it and plunged the region into a civil war, which the Israelis won.  The losing Arabs began a decades long program of violent insurgency.  The Israelis have periodically grabbed territory for strategic reasons, but they have given most of it back when the threat subsided, and they have never overthrown and absorbed a neighboring country.  They are not conquerors, they are survivors, acting in self defense.  That is the history. 

Bottom line:  The Palestinian Arabs and the surrounding Arab nations could live in peace with Israel tomorrow if they would accept it's legitimacy as a nation and use peaceful means to resolve their disputes.  But they will not. 

The Israelis want to coexist.  The Islamic nations and Palestinian Arabs want the Jews to leave, and would kill those who refuse.  That makes it pretty clear to me which side to support.  The Israelis have made plenty of mistakes over the years, but given the existential threats they face, I hardly blame them.

President Obama’s nuclear deal with the Iranians was incapable of keeping them from developing nuclear weapons from the very beginning.  It lacked vital verification, allowed them to develop missiles, and simply kicked the can down the road in return for very little.   It was sold under false pretenses, as the only alternative to military action.  The Iranians got far more from the deal than they gave.  The lifting of sanctions and billions in bribes supercharged the ability of the mullahs to stay in power and support anti-Israeli, anti-US activities.  Most of those billions in bribe money went straight into the hands of terrorists and evil client states such as Syria. It was a bad deal, and the world will be better off without it. 

Monday, April 23, 2018

Mary's Irises are blooming again

My grandmother passed away the day after Easter, 2017,  almost exactly one year ago.  Her backyard was always full of flowers, and the week of her funeral the irises and roses were in full glory.  We spent most of last year emptying her possessions from her house and last winter I removed a few of the dormant iris bulbs to plant in my yard.  Now that it's spring they're doing well,  as this picture shows.  It makes me happy to have them here as a reminder of her.

I think about her almost daily, reflecting on the role she played in so many people's lives and how she approached her own life.  Mary spent most of her adult life looking after other people and took great pleasure in seeing them happy.  Her own needs almost always came second, even at times when she should have looked out more for herself.   I'm struck by how rare it is for a person to be that unselfish.  If forced to criticize her I would say she was not a deep thinking person, rarely read anything, and only had the most basic of education.  She was very face value and enjoyed simple pleasures like board games, cards, and gardening.  Fellowship was also high on her list of interests, with both family and friends.  She rarely discussed politics or abstract ideas like the meaning of life.  If you tried to bring up such a topic she'd shake her head, laugh, and dismiss it as a waste of time. She enjoyed sharing memories, however, and she took pleasure in discussing whatever her family was up to.  Her house was clean but cluttered, filled with a lifetime collection of small things that most people would not value but she kept "just in case I need it someday".  She was just a genuinely good, uncomplicated person.  I miss her terribly.
Mary Petersen, age 16. Taken in San Jose, 1941. 
Mary (Petersen) Evans, age 76. Taken in San Jose, 2000.

Monday, December 11, 2017

Bedstemor's bar


We are almost finished emptying out Bedstemor's house in San Jose.  The bar and piano are the last two significant items of furniture remaining.  The 1882 Weber piano is headed to a restoration shop near Atlanta.  The bar is headed to my hangar until the backyard shed pub conversion is completed.

Back in the day this basement bar was my favorite place in the world.  In the summer we'd play down there to stay cool (and out of the way), spinning Beatles records on the turntable. During the holidays the men gathered there for cocktails.  For weddings, parties, anniversaries, etc., it was the scene of dancing and drinking that continued until dawn.  Hopefully we can continue the tradition.






My grandfather, Cleve Evans, holding court with (left to right)
Gunnar Hassen, Marius Davidson, and Bill Rhuel.


Wednesday, November 1, 2017

I recently moved some furniture and carpet from my grandmother's house into the hangar.  It's sad to see her house empty out in preparation for sale, but good to know her stuff will continue to be used and loved.  The space is just about ready for the big tear down of Pitts S-1S N599B, and the rebuild of the '56 F250, I hope.


Oak teacher's desk from Bedstemor's office, next to my fastener cabinet.










Dumpster with 50 years of junk in it, mostly out of the backyard sheds.
Growing up in the Great Depression taught her to save EVERYTHING...
Put 1,000 miles on the '64 F-100 the past couple months hauling stuff away
from my grandmother's house. It's running great, but at 13 mpg it's pricey...

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

San Tomas Elementary, Cambell

I took a drive through my old neighborhood in Campbell, CA this morning.  I haven't lived there since 1980, and it's amazing how different everything appears after nearly 40 years.  It's like a scaled down version of the place I remember, with "new" mature trees, houses where the Food Fair shopping center used to be, a new freeway (CA85), every remaining orchard replaced by new houses, etc. etc.

My elementary school, San Tomas, sat at the corner of Hacienda Ave. and Abbot Ave.  It was torn down in the 90's and replaced by houses. The park just south of the school remains and is now named after Mr. Jack Fischer, principal of San Tomas in the 1950's and 60's.  These murals used to adorn the walls of my school and were saved, as was the memorial for Mr. Fischer.  Nice to see them again after so many years.


Mural of "New California" from San Tomas Elementary School, Campbell
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Mural of "Old California" from San Tomas Elementary School, Campbell
Memorial to Jack Fischer.  This rock and plaque used to sit in front of San Tomas Elementary school.. 



Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Honda Odyssey Transmission #2 has failed

Back in 2001 we bought a new Honda Odyssey thinking we were buying into legendary Honda reliability. The first transmission failed 6 years later with only 70,000 miles.  Honda replaced that transmission under warranty.  Just this week, after 6 more years and 70,000 more miles, the second transmission has failed.  We are new car shopping, and we will NOT be buying a Honda.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Apple Time Capsule is junk

For three weeks the Time Capsule has been doing ok, backing up our iMac and networking our printer.  Then today it suddenly loses communication.   Airport utility says "device not found".  Great.   There's a nice shiny green happy LED light on the Time Capsule...obviously it thinks everything is ok.  I click "help" on Apple's airport utility, and enter "device not found".  Apparently nobody at Apple ever thought "device not found" would be a possible topic requiring help,  as the search comes up with unrelated, useless results.

Looking online, I learn more from random forum posters on Apple Support community.  From there I learn how to do a "soft" reset and a "hard reset".  I try both, and.....nothing happens.  Shiny green happy light continues to shine, no reset indicated.

This is ridiculous.

So now I'm forced to do a "factory default reset", since the drive is not responding to the other reset actions.   I had to do a similar reset several times on initial set up as well.  This cannot be how this thing was designed to operate.
We officially started our kitchen renovation yesterday as I began to demolish the old redwood deck in our backyard.  Manual labor like this makes me appreciate higher education...

We're adding 192 ft2 of  space to the kitchen, including a little walk in pantry/office area.  The flow to the backyard should be improved as well, with the back door eliminated from our breakfast nook and a new door added to the expanded kitchen.

We started the process last fall with a refinance, then moved on to an architect for the plans, then engineering work, and finally city permits that just came through.  Spent over $6k so far and haven't built a thing.  Unfortunately that kind of expense is a fact of life in this area of California.  Every cost is double or triple the national average.

Monday, March 4, 2013

A Cool photo

Since the blog description says "a place for cool photos", I suppose I should post one.  Here's a favorite from 2006, looking back over my shoulder while steering around thunderstorms near Grand Junction.  Everything was black and scary ahead, but behind was this glorious display of color and shadow.  It felt like flying into a tunnel.   I never tire looking at clouds, no matter how much flight time is in my logbook.
Dodging thunderstorms in an F/A-18 Hornet at sunset

Random thoughts on middle age...

I'm in my middle 40's and thinking about aging more than ever...
At this age mortality is no longer an abstract concept.  I miss the feeling of endless possibility that came with youth, even as I recall the uncertainty and anxiety of those years.

Am I "over the hill"?  I'd rather think of life as a plateau than a hill.  The initial upslope is youth (growing up/establishing a career/starting a family).  The big middle chunk is mostly flat, with gentle ups and downs (raising a family, working, retiring, grandchildren).  The end will hopefully be a steep drop in my sleep, with little warning or time spent dealing with sickness.   That's a better mental picture than being on the "over the hill" downslope from age 40 onward...

Life has been good.  Although I've seen my share of tragedy, things have gone mostly according to plan.  Freedom from regret is a big deal at this point in life, and I'm thankful for that.  Even small doses of regret can be crushing.  It's hard enough to accept life sweeping you along at an ever increasing and unstoppable pace when you're on the right track...it must be horrible to feel that acceleration along the wrong track.

I feel for people dealing with major regrets during middle age.





Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Apple TV.....impressed

Apple TV was obviously not designed by anybody remotely connected with Apple Time Capsule.  I set up Apple TV today with ZERO snags.  Simply connected the ethernet cable, digital audio cable, HDMI cable, and plugged it in.  It found the internet, found the iMac, and worked immediately.

That's more like it...

Apple Time Capsule...not impressed

I finally got around to setting up our new wired home network, using an Apple Time Capsule router/network drive (Gen4 2TB).  Cat6 ethernet cables are already in place connecting the bedrooms, den iMac, AppleTV, and PS3, etc.  All that was left to do was connect the cables to an ethernet switch, get a USB hub to connect a few USB hard drives and a printer,  and then hook it all up to the TC.  Simple, right?

Unfortunately, the process turned out to be very "un-Apple-like".  Mimicking a Microsoft product, the TC froze on initial start up and wouldn't unfreeze until I called Apple Support and learned how to do a "hard reset".  After some initial success, the TC continued to suffer one error after another in network connectivity.  It froze again while it tried to update it's firmware.  The internet connection kept disconnecting.  And then the TC drive just disappeared from Finder.  Great.

Reconnecting the old wireless router, I got online and spent a few hours searching for solutions.  I learned how to do a bunch of unnecessarily complex repair work (rolling back the firmware, etc) that reminded me of the worst days in PC/Microsoft land. Finally got the thing working today after probably 8 hours of messing with it...


Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Civil War connections

Online genealogy research has been getting easier and easier lately, especially with the introduction of the LDS sponsored familysearch.org site.  I like the non-commercial aspect of familysearch.org.  It always irritated me to see commercial sites sell the research products of genealogists who were simply trying to share what they had learned.

Surprisingly, I found familysearch.org to be the main resource in use in the lobby of the actual LDS family history library in Salt Lake City.  Now that resource sits in on my home computer!

Armed with a few notes, family oral history, and names on photographs, I've been finding plenty of interesting facts.  (Interesting to me, anyway, conceding that there's nothing quite so boring as somebody else's genealogy...)   I'm intrigued to learn the type of lives my ancestors lived, and more specifically, where they fit into the greater historical picture of our nation.  I love history, so discovering personal connections seems a natural extension.

Most of my ancestors were Confederates.  Dr. Thomas J. Bennett served as an assistant surgeon for the Army of Northern Virginia, freshly out of medical school at Vanderbilt.  After the war he married a girl half his age and served as a country doctor south of Nashville.  One 3rd great grandfather, Levi D. Jarratt, was a sergeant in the 45th Tennessee and was killed at the battle of Shiloh in 1862.  Another 3rd great grandfather, Winston R. Graham, was a private in the 16th Alabama Regiment.  Winston also fought at Shiloh, but survived the war, fortunately, as the son he had in 1874 is my 2nd great grandfather.

The sole Union soldier I've found lurking in my family history is Byard Hickman.  Byard was from West Virginia but enlisted in the 151st Illinois regiment, too late in the war to see combat.  He went on to an interesting life as a Colorado pioneer and cattle rancher, however.

Perhaps the most interesting tidbit I've found is from a Walker family that I'm not certain about my relation, but the story is worth repeating.  The Walkers, from Nashville, lost two sons in the Civil War.  One to each side.  I can't imagine how that must have felt.

Here's the flag Winston Graham fought under at Shiloh, the regimental colors of the 16th Alabama.
Regimental colors, 16th Alabama infantry



Wednesday, February 6, 2013

A Brabham BT-23 race car next door...

My next door neighbor in the early 1970's was Randy Hancock, a full time auto mechanic and part time race driver.  He drove a VW microbus, had hippie friends, and a really hot girlfriend.  I remember hearing alot of CCR, America, and Neil Young music coming over the fence, along with some funny smelling smoke.

Randy had this 1967 Brabham BT-23 in his garage up until about 1975 or so.

I have no idea what happened to it, but to me as a five year old kid, this car was the coolest thing in the universe.  I lost touch with Randy in the late 70's, but not before he gave me the picture below of his car in the driveway on Wekiva Ave in Campbell, CA.

Randy, if you're out there, drop me an email!
1967 Brabham BT-23, driver Randy Hancock

Saturday, September 10, 2011