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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"
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I did a show with Cab Calloway about 25 years ago and we opened the show with Betty Boop Snow White which Cab wrote and played the sound track on. St James Infirmary Blues. He heard it from back stage and came out to watch, he said he hadn't seen that shot in close to 40 years. We projected it from 35mm too.
Cab was a great man, worked with him 5 or 6 times and then with his daughter. Sadly, both have passed.
Cab was a great man, worked with him 5 or 6 times and then with his daughter. Sadly, both have passed.
@Al Kraft this will give you an ulcer:
Or help us find solace in our NAVAIR warrior capabilities. I found the latter, but great video!
Or help us find solace in our NAVAIR warrior capabilities. I found the latter, but great video!
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Worst pitching and rolling deck on a carrier I ever saw was after a hurricane off the VACAPES OPAREA. I was amazed that a ship that large could move that much.
I experienced something similar growing up on a fishing seiner that my dad owned. Imagine going through Prince William Sound in B.C during the winter storm months and water is filling the decks-- worrying about too much water going below. And that was at 5 years old! And yet, when the weather was nice, I loved the slight rocking of that boat at night, lulling me to sleep. But the waves on Prince William get pretty huge and hairy... Been there done that, only from a small seiner, not an aircraft carrier and certainly not a fighter jet!
I was on a destroyer in the North Atlantic in fall/winter 1978. Fun times. The rougher it got, the shorter the chow line. Never bothered me...
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I get motion sick just watching a video like that! Totally sucks.
I generally don't post any of my private personal stuff or health issues online. I've barely checked in here in a month or two. Yet somehow this particular forum feels safer than most with this subject. I feel the need to express some thoughts.
Does it get any easier losing loved ones? I ask, without expecting a yes.
Most of my life I've been somewhat blasé about my own mortality. I was jumping off the garage roof with anything resembling a parachute when my age was single digits. I skied, biked, Rode Motorcycles, until I decided I was going to kill myself and quit riding, Sports cars seem safer. That calm didn't last long, the adrenalin junky soon discovered the then new sport of Hang Gliding, I could not care any less about bikes, music and flying consumed me all through the 70s and 80's and really until I finally put down the glider 2010. And then it was only because I nearly died of Pluresy which took its toll on my general health and lungs. There were many incredible awe filled moments flying as well as,(thankfully) only a few, moments of sheer terror. Flying and LANDING going backwards in strong headwind conditions is not to be forgotten or repeated. Seeing the Pilots Glory, was inspiring, getting whited out in clouds, (yes I know that's illegal w/o instruments) Flying off mountains, soaring for hours watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean and flying with seagulls and Hawks at my wingtip and after dark under a full moon. Landing out and having to sleep on the mountain and hike out in the morning. Newspaper front page read "Local pilot cheats death" on the front page the next day. (Slow news day)
I almost never really thought I was being reckless. Aviation is, by its very nature frought with peril.
Well reasoned and cautious actions are demanded if safe outcomes are to be hoped for let alone expected, I knew this as my dad was a military pilot. I had a few friends die. The worst injurys I sustained in 40 years were a sprained wrist and a small rotator cuff injury. The risk was always worth the satisfaction of soaring in free flight.
Then age slowly creeps up. We still feel years younger in our head. Older and Younger family and friends pass. We mourn in our own ways. Some constructive, some destructive. I've tried both ways.
I lost my father when I was young. His death didn't seem disturbing, I was young and unfazed. Then friends die, some much younger, it starts to eat at you a little inside, over the years it changes, it makes a bigger dent, it hurts more, it seems more personel. Then friends and fellow bandmates go and the wheel of time and mortality grinds inexorably onward taking its toll as it goes.
When my mother died in 2004, she was 83, and well loved in our town, she lived a full life. I was "ok" with it, or so I thought. A year later I started realizing I wasn't done grieving. It was still painfull. I didn't see it at the time but I started drinking more. I became more emotional than ever before. I cryed at movies that used to have no effect on me.
Drinking, That took on a life of its own after the divorce, then my son died. I lost it. It wasn't pretty, I self medicated myself to deaths door. Then I woke up, came out of my coma and I quit, over 3yrs ago.
Yet time marches on, the list keeps growing daily, Close lifelong best friend bandmates, favorite aunts and uncles. You would think this would get easier not harder.
When my sister died on Friday I was shocked by her seemingly sudden extraction from my life and this earthly plane. At just 68, three years older than me this was hitting way to close to home again.
I was ready for this, right? I've been here before with mom and dad, my son and friends and survived, weathered the storm of emotions. I'm ready, Right? .....Wrong... Dead wrong.
Once, years ago playing at a biker friends "farewell" party, his wife brought all his black tshirts for anyone who knew him to take to remember him by. We were busy playing but at the end of the party there were three left, one for each of us. Mine says "Death is certain, Life is NOT".
Be SURE to tell your friends and family DAILY, you love them. You might not get another chance.
I haven't worked through this, the process isn't clear. Stay busy, yes that helps. Don't cancel gigs, get out and play, check. Let friends IN to help, don't isolate. Check. I've been spending days at a friends house for company. Sitting home alone days isn't a good idea right now. I have a decent support group of friends, I'll probably weather this storm too. For me this hasn't gotten easier, just more personal. I'm thankfully not medicating the heartache. I found myself thinking about things I never worried much about. Sadly, my family name dies with me and my brother, who has no kids.
This is not a plea for sympathy, but your empathy is appreciated. More of another exercise to exorcize the dark clouds. I think perhaps, I am writing this in hopes of helping to cauterize the wound. As if somehow putting thoughts down on paper will calm the winds and storm of emotion. Purge the heart of pain as if by some magic potion. If only it were so easy. ha!
I do meditate and pray, it helps.
The cosmos has a way of making strange connections. My sis has lived in Leeds England her entire adult life, met a musician there in college, married, family and became a Brit. I got the news of her demise Saturday. Sunday I played and the drummer asked I'd be interested in a project he's in. Said he'd have the leader call me. Monday morning the phone rang with a call, British accent on the line, I thought it was my brother in law, it was the bandleader, He's from Leeds.
Thanks sis!
God bless you all. From my heart.
Peace
Kirk, out.
Does it get any easier losing loved ones? I ask, without expecting a yes.
Most of my life I've been somewhat blasé about my own mortality. I was jumping off the garage roof with anything resembling a parachute when my age was single digits. I skied, biked, Rode Motorcycles, until I decided I was going to kill myself and quit riding, Sports cars seem safer. That calm didn't last long, the adrenalin junky soon discovered the then new sport of Hang Gliding, I could not care any less about bikes, music and flying consumed me all through the 70s and 80's and really until I finally put down the glider 2010. And then it was only because I nearly died of Pluresy which took its toll on my general health and lungs. There were many incredible awe filled moments flying as well as,(thankfully) only a few, moments of sheer terror. Flying and LANDING going backwards in strong headwind conditions is not to be forgotten or repeated. Seeing the Pilots Glory, was inspiring, getting whited out in clouds, (yes I know that's illegal w/o instruments) Flying off mountains, soaring for hours watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean and flying with seagulls and Hawks at my wingtip and after dark under a full moon. Landing out and having to sleep on the mountain and hike out in the morning. Newspaper front page read "Local pilot cheats death" on the front page the next day. (Slow news day)
I almost never really thought I was being reckless. Aviation is, by its very nature frought with peril.
Well reasoned and cautious actions are demanded if safe outcomes are to be hoped for let alone expected, I knew this as my dad was a military pilot. I had a few friends die. The worst injurys I sustained in 40 years were a sprained wrist and a small rotator cuff injury. The risk was always worth the satisfaction of soaring in free flight.
Then age slowly creeps up. We still feel years younger in our head. Older and Younger family and friends pass. We mourn in our own ways. Some constructive, some destructive. I've tried both ways.
I lost my father when I was young. His death didn't seem disturbing, I was young and unfazed. Then friends die, some much younger, it starts to eat at you a little inside, over the years it changes, it makes a bigger dent, it hurts more, it seems more personel. Then friends and fellow bandmates go and the wheel of time and mortality grinds inexorably onward taking its toll as it goes.
When my mother died in 2004, she was 83, and well loved in our town, she lived a full life. I was "ok" with it, or so I thought. A year later I started realizing I wasn't done grieving. It was still painfull. I didn't see it at the time but I started drinking more. I became more emotional than ever before. I cryed at movies that used to have no effect on me.
Drinking, That took on a life of its own after the divorce, then my son died. I lost it. It wasn't pretty, I self medicated myself to deaths door. Then I woke up, came out of my coma and I quit, over 3yrs ago.
Yet time marches on, the list keeps growing daily, Close lifelong best friend bandmates, favorite aunts and uncles. You would think this would get easier not harder.
When my sister died on Friday I was shocked by her seemingly sudden extraction from my life and this earthly plane. At just 68, three years older than me this was hitting way to close to home again.
I was ready for this, right? I've been here before with mom and dad, my son and friends and survived, weathered the storm of emotions. I'm ready, Right? .....Wrong... Dead wrong.
Once, years ago playing at a biker friends "farewell" party, his wife brought all his black tshirts for anyone who knew him to take to remember him by. We were busy playing but at the end of the party there were three left, one for each of us. Mine says "Death is certain, Life is NOT".
Be SURE to tell your friends and family DAILY, you love them. You might not get another chance.
I haven't worked through this, the process isn't clear. Stay busy, yes that helps. Don't cancel gigs, get out and play, check. Let friends IN to help, don't isolate. Check. I've been spending days at a friends house for company. Sitting home alone days isn't a good idea right now. I have a decent support group of friends, I'll probably weather this storm too. For me this hasn't gotten easier, just more personal. I'm thankfully not medicating the heartache. I found myself thinking about things I never worried much about. Sadly, my family name dies with me and my brother, who has no kids.
This is not a plea for sympathy, but your empathy is appreciated. More of another exercise to exorcize the dark clouds. I think perhaps, I am writing this in hopes of helping to cauterize the wound. As if somehow putting thoughts down on paper will calm the winds and storm of emotion. Purge the heart of pain as if by some magic potion. If only it were so easy. ha!
I do meditate and pray, it helps.
The cosmos has a way of making strange connections. My sis has lived in Leeds England her entire adult life, met a musician there in college, married, family and became a Brit. I got the news of her demise Saturday. Sunday I played and the drummer asked I'd be interested in a project he's in. Said he'd have the leader call me. Monday morning the phone rang with a call, British accent on the line, I thought it was my brother in law, it was the bandleader, He's from Leeds.
Thanks sis!God bless you all. From my heart.
Peace
Kirk, out.
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Wow....now I have even more respect for you...which is tough
OMG Kirk...My deepest sympathies to youI generally don't post any of my private personal stuff or health issues online. I've barely checked in here in a month or two. Yet somehow this particular forum feels safer than most with this subject. I feel the need to express some thoughts.
Does it get any easier losing loved ones? I ask, without expecting a yes.
Most of my life I've been somewhat blasé about my own mortality. I was jumping off the garage roof with anything resembling a parachute when my age was single digits. I skied, biked, Rode Motorcycles, until I decided I was going to kill myself and quit riding, Sports cars seem safer. That calm didn't last long, the adrenalin junky soon discovered the then new sport of Hang Gliding, I could not care any less about bikes, music and flying consumed me all through the 70s and 80's and really until I finally put down the glider 2010. And then it was only because I nearly died of Pluresy which took its toll on my general health and lungs. There were many incredible awe filled moments flying as well as,(thankfully) only a few, moments of sheer terror. Flying and LANDING going backwards in strong headwind conditions is not to be forgotten or repeated. Seeing the Pilots Glory, was inspiring, getting whited out in clouds, (yes I know that's illegal w/o instruments) Flying off mountains, soaring for hours watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean and flying with seagulls and Hawks at my wingtip and after dark under a full moon. Landing out and having to sleep on the mountain and hike out in the morning. local newspaper front page read "Local pilot cheats death" on the front page the next day. (Slow news day)
I almost never really thought I was being reckless. Aviation is, by its very nature frought with peril.
Well reasoned and cautious actions are demanded if safe outcomes are to be hoped for let alone expected, I knew this as my dad was a military pilot. I had a few friends die. The worst injurys I sustained in 40 years were a sprained wrist and a small rotator cuff injury. The risk was always worth the satisfaction of soaring in free flight.
Then age slowly creeps up. We still feel years younger in our head. Older and Younger family and friends pass. We mourn in our own ways. Some constructive, some destructive. I've tried both ways.
I lost my father when I was young. His death didn't seem disturbing, I was young and unfazed. Then friends die, some much younger, it starts to eat at you a little inside, over the years it changes, it makes a bigger dent, it hurts more, it seems more personel. Then friends and fellow bandmates go and the wheel of time and mortality grinds inexorably onward taking its toll as it goes.
When my mother died in 2004, she was 83, and well loved in our town, she lived a full life. I was "ok" with it, or so I thought. A year later I started realizing I wasn't done grieving. It was still painfull. I didn't see it at the time but I started drinking more. I became more emotional than ever before. I cryed at movies that used to have no effect on me.
Drinking, That took on a life of its own after the divorce, then my son died. I lost it. It wasn't pretty, I self medicated myself to deaths door. Then I woke up, came out of my coma and I quit, over 3yrs ago.
Yet time marches on, the list keeps growing daily, Close lifelong best friend bandmates, favorite aunts and uncles. You would think this would get easier not harder.
When my sister died on Friday I was shocked by her seemingly sudden extraction from my life and this earthly plane. At just 68, three years older than me this was hitting way to close to home again.
I was ready for this, right? I've been here before with mom and dad, my son and friends and survived, weathered the storm of emotions. I'm ready, Right? .....Wrong... Dead wrong.
Once, years ago playing at a biker friends "farewell" party, his wife brought all his black tshirts for anyone who knew him to take to remember him by. We were busy playing but at the end of the party there were three left, one for each of us. Mine says "Death is certain, Life is NOT".
Be SURE to tell your friends and family DAILY, you love them. You might not get another chance.
I haven't worked through this, the process isn't clear. Stay busy, yes that helps. Don't cancel gigs, get out and play, check. Let friends IN to help, don't isolate. Check. I've been spending days at a friends house for company. Sitting home alone days isn't a good idea right now. I have a decent support group of friends, I'll probably weather this storm too. For me this hasn't gotten easier, just more personal. I'm thankfully not medicating the heartache. I found myself thinking about things I never worried much about. Sadly, my family name dies with me and my brother, who has no kids.
This is not a plea for sympathy, but your empathy is appreciated. More of another exercise to exorcize the dark clouds. I think perhaps, I am writing this in hopes of helping to cauterize the wound. As if somehow putting thoughts down on paper will calm the winds and storm of emotion. Purge the heart of pain as if by some magic potion. If only it were so easy. ha!
I do meditate and pray, it helps.
The cosmos has a way of making strange connections. My sis has lived in Leeds England her entire adult life, met a musician there in college, married, family and became a Brit. I got the news of her demise Saturday. Sunday I played and the drummer asked I'd be interested in a project he's in. Said he'd have the leader call me. Monday morning the phone rang with a call, British accent on the line, I thought it was my brother in law, it was the bandleader, He's from Leeds.
God bless you all. From my heart.
Peace
Kirk, out.
And yet...I feel as you do....and struggle as you do
Your message inspired me also
True words to live by
I wish you may find peace
You are not alone
Sorry to hear that mate, sad to say I don't
seethat it get's easier exactly - a little less cutting, a little more "known", but unexpected is harder.
Keep doing what brought you back to life,
remember the good.
As said above your not alone.
Maurie
seethat it get's easier exactly - a little less cutting, a little more "known", but unexpected is harder.
Keep doing what brought you back to life,
remember the good.
As said above your not alone.
Maurie
Al Kraft
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There are a few experiences on earth where you really get a sense of how puny man and his accomplishments are compared to mother nature. In port or dry-dock an aircraft carrier is an intimidatingly large nuclear powered machine. Once you're out at sea and standing on the 4 1/2 acre flight deck watching the bow point towards the water and then towards the sky you suddenly realize that mother nature trumps anything man could build.
We do our best to give pilots and flight crews the advantage in every area from combat capability to safe launch and recovery. However, we're constantly reminded that the earth always wins the biggest and baddest contest.
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Al Kraft
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IME thoughts from the heart rarely come in perfect paragraphs, and usually can't be totally appreciated using just the brain. Best wishes as you continue moving forward and thanks for sharing your story with us.
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Hey Kirk. I think you have found your way. Positive thoughts for you. I lived in Oceanside for several years and enjoyed watching the Hang Gliders Fly Daily. My dog would bark when seeing them. So often they would fly from Maxwell to Netarts and back.
Hi Kirk, I personally feel honored that you trust us enough to open up and share your tribulations with us. You are certainly among friends here. May the Lord bless you and your sisters surviving family with comfort. And may peace be with you.
Well put, bro bad. @Kirk Bryant you've had very good guardian angels around you when you consider what you've gone through in your adventures. The Guy Upstairs Loves you. The last paragraph of your post I found involuntary tears and a release myself. I also am the end of the line for my name and my only brother died when he was 53, unexpected. He has since in small ways left me signs to comfort me and remind me he's still with me in spirit. At least that's part of my coping system.
I'm 66 and it's finally sinking in how easily we can leave this earth and most of the time it's not by our choice. We rarely get to choose when our time is up. I've become more cautious and have changed a lot of my bad habits from my younger life. My point is, it sounds like you too are starting to feel the proximity of death and realizing you have to start taking care of yourself. Sometimes it felt almost harder to survive than to lose all my family. But we humans are a pretty tough stock. We survive. And I say in the best of hopes that you will survive.
Baring your soul here was an excellent thing to do because you are among friends, a lot of these old grumps like ourselves have had major losses in life and we all comfort each other. You've already discovered even just writing it down can be therapeutic, and yes, you are in a safe zone. I trust everyone here with my deep secrets and they've never been anything but kind in return.
Thank you for sharing your story. I hope it brought you a certain amount of peace as it did me, realizing we all face the Old Nemesis together.
Hi Kirk, That was beautifully written
We all have our life stories but few can put it to words like you
My heart and thoughts go to you
Thank you for sharing some of your life's journey with us, bless you
We all have our life stories but few can put it to words like you
My heart and thoughts go to you
Thank you for sharing some of your life's journey with us, bless you
Kirk, I too find comfort on this site. It’s a place to come and leave your troubles behind for a while. Losing loved ones is a negative side of our getting older. Sadly it comes with the territory. My thoughts are with you and I can only say that thing will return to normal. A different normal certainly but it’s the best we mere mortals can do.
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Remember to be grateful for what you have, when you have it.
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