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Lucy the white boxer dog has been in our family for a little over six years now. She is not truly white but rather what is referred to as a "check boxer" due to her spots. She is not an albino! She has brown eyes and splashes of black on her in addition to her spots. She is a full blooded boxer. She is also extremely healthy with the exception of having a sensitive stomach.

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Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Question and Answers - Continued

Part 2

The Appointment 

2:00 pm came and went… Jason thought that he had been stood up on the appointment when suddenly his phone rang. Hello this is Jason, how may I help you? The voice on the other end of the line came back - hi, Jason, this is John Ramsey. I’m running a bit late. I’ll be there in about thirty minutes. Will you have the car ready when I get there? I’m looking forward to seeing and driving it.  Yes, I’ll be here responded, Jason. The car is parked in front of the dealership and is ready to go. Thank you for calling and letting me know that you are running late.

Jason prepared himself for the appointment, he even went out to the car to make sure there was gas for the test drive and also reassured himself that the car was looking its best. This just may be a great day, after all, Jason thought. 

It was 3:45 pm when the black sedan pulled into the parking lot. A tall dark-haired man in a black suit wearing sunglasses emerged from the driver’s side of the car. A moment later the most striking tall redheaded woman exited the passengers' side. They walked up to the dealership entry together and upon entering the building the man stated that they were here to see a salesman by the name of Jason. 

The desk manager instantly got on the intercom and announced that Jason’s customer had arrived.

Jason was up on his feet in a flash. Upon leaving the bullpen, Jason made an examination of his appearance and readied himself to deal with his appointment.

Rounding the corner Jason first saw the tall man with the sunglasses. Hi said Jason, I’m assuming that you are John Ramsey. Yes, and you must be Jason, the man started putting out his hand to shake Jason's. I’m sorry about the late arrival but I had to stop and pick up my wife Sarah. That’s OK stated Jason. Hi Sarah, Jason said with a smile – it is nice to meet both of you. The woman smiled but did not say anything. 

I have the car parked right out front and ready to go. Both of you will want to see and drive the vehicle, it’s a real beauty of sports car. Step this way Jason said with a smile. The man and woman followed Jason out of the building.

Exiting the building Jason noticed how strikingly handsome the couple were together. He also noticed that the woman was carrying a rather oversized lady’s bag.  Would you like to leave your bag inside the building Jason asked her, no one will bother your stuff. She instantly responded with no, I think it must come with me. OK, said Jason.

The couple walked around the vehicle displaying an interest in all that Jason had to say during his demonstration. The usual questions and answers were being relayed back and forth between the salesman and the customers. Finally, Jason asserted, let’s take her out for a test drive. The couple instantly smiled and said okay. I’ll have to drive the car off the lot and then we’ll switch out drivers Jason said, the couple nodded in agreement. Let me get a dealer tag and we’ll be on our way. Oh and one more thing, I’ll need a copy of your driver’s licenses. The man’s expression dimmed for a moment.

Why do you need a copy of my licenses, don’t you trust me, he asks? It’s company policy, that’s all Jason stated. Just in case we get in an accident or you guys decide to kidnap me or something, the company will have a record of whom I’m with on the test drive Jason said with a smile.  The man’s expression lighted and he opened his wallet and produced a temporary license. We just moved out to California about three weeks ago the man said. Oh, that’s OK said Jason; this will work while examining the temp license. Just one of those boxes I have to check off if you know what I mean... and Jason left to get the tag. 

Returning to the couple with the dealer tag in hand, Jason was now ready for the demonstration ride and the adventure that awaited him. 

Coming Soon!

Part 3

The Test Drive

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

A Short Story

A Successful Landing

by Bob Novotney

The command was “Eject – Eject - Eject!”

It seemed like an eternity after pulling the handles for the ejection seat to fire. Time slows when you’re having fun the pilot thought to himself! Watching with great interest, the pilot observed his feet drawn in by the stirrups and the seat slammed back. The canopy that was once protecting him from the elements disappeared from view. Suddenly the force of twenty-one G’s pressed him to his seat as the blast of the veneer rocket sent him upward and away from the aircraft. This is a once in a lifetime ride; I’d better make the best of it the pilot thought.
Everything was working as advertised in training.

Although traveling at more than 350 knots at the time of the ejection, he had hardly noticed the violence of the windblast or the loss of his flight helmet. Even with the distraction of the loss of his helmet, his training took over.

Once kicked free of the ejection seat, he started the routine taught to every pilot who finds themselves in the situation after getting a good chute. The routine came automatically – Canopy, visor, four-line and finally, prepare for landing.

At the end of every flight, there is a landing. In this case - a parachute landing! The PLF (parachute landing fall) as known to many), is designed to reduce the shock of hitting the ground. It distributes the load of impact to multiple points of the body. 

In reality, most pilots look at the termination of a flight in this situation as having two possible outcomes. You can make a PLF or you can make a PFL (poor f*@king landing). The real difference here is, the PLF is taught in training, the PFL is how you should not accomplish the task, as something always manages to get your attention when you come to a full stop. 

The C-9 canopy (parachute) is not noted to be the most maneuverable parachute in the world and today was no exception. While the pilot did not attempt to steer the chute at first, some rather rough looking terrain was coming up fast.  Trees and fence posts are not the most desirable of landing areas! 

Turning the chute into the wind, the now first time parachutist managed to miss the trees but hit the fence line at about twenty miles per hour. The sudden stop was not the most welcomed of outcomes but the pilot realized that he was alive on the ground.

It is kind of funny how the human body works. You can sometimes suffer some rather significant injuries and still function in a rather normal capacity. Adrenaline and survival instincts are hardwired into each of us and today was no exception.

The pilot actually completed his post-landing checklist by detaching himself from the parachute by releasing the quick disconnects on the harness. He also took stock of where he dropped the seat kit that was attached to him while coming down. The seat kit holds some rather important items – a radio, food, water and in this case a rather useless one-man life raft. Basic stuff when you think about it, but even in a peacetime training environment these simple items may make the difference between living and dying.

Taking stock of his location, the young pilot realized that he had two options - He could go get the seat kit and use the radio to call Rescue or he could walk over to the nearby farmhouse and try to use the phone to call the base and have someone come get him. Since it didn’t appear that he was hurt, he elected to do both.  But first, he needed something to drink.

He felt as if he had cotton in his mouth and he could feel some of the effects of shock starting to take hold of his body. And then there was this streak of pain in the lower back that was starting to take over his conscious being. After retrieving the seat kit, the young pilot decided that it was time to take a seat and let everything from this point forward come to him.

Finding a cool place to sit, the pilot began to reflect on what brought him to this point in time…

So, you want to become an Air Force Pilot! The odds are not with you the recruiter told the new recruit. Only about two out of two thousand that apply actually make it to a flying position. But since you are transferring over from the Marine PLC program you may have a shot at getting a flying slot with us. But you’ve really got to want to succeed to fly airplanes in the military.
These words were to hold true in the coming months.

The real truth of the matter is, the military has to have use for you, i.e. want you! There are only so many flying slots to go around. It helps if you graduate from the Air Force Academy, but even this is no guarantee of successful completion of pilot training. Some very bright and accomplished students have washed out of pilot training and some not so bright and underachievers have gone on to fly some rather great aircraft. The only thing that holds true is that if the Air Force wants and needs you and you have the desire and discipline to stick with it, you’ll succeed the recruiter went on to say.

This sounds like a “Catch Twenty Two” the recruit thought to himself. School was always easy to him he thought. There will be no problem with graduating from college and flight-training academics should be no problem as well. After experiencing Marine Corps basic training, anything the Air Force could throw at him physically should be a breeze he thought. With nothing but positive thoughts of how he would succeed at this challenge, he was ready to sign up!

Awaking from his thoughts of the past, the young pilot could hear the sound of rescue vehicles in the distance along with the sounds of rotor noise from a helicopter coming toward his position. He readied his survival radio and made the call. “Rescue, Rescue, Rescue - This is Mustang three-two, I’m on the ground and ok.” My location is in a field next to a fence line about three-quarters of a mile west of a farmhouse just off of what I think is Highway 50.  Ready to pop smoke to mark my location.