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Tuesday, January 6, 2026

DECAF, DECAF??!!

 I thought I had already written about this one, but I couldn't find it, so here goes.


After the Mount Whitney hikes, the Mount San Gorgonio hikes and the hike on the Pacific Crest Trail that began on September 11, 2001, one of the guys suggested doing a hike in which we established a camp and then did daily hub and spoke type hikes.  This way, we did not have to make and break camp every day and carry a heavy camping backpack while we were exploring.

I started looking for a location where we could do that.  I had several books that suggested various hikes in California and chose Glacier Lake, north of Lake Tahoe.  It is located near the Black Buttes and can be accessed by hiking from the Grouse Ridge Campground.

https://maps.app.goo.gl/evCkWcgbAPd6CDZn9 

The hikers would be Lloyd, Jon, Darin and myself.  We were all UPS pilots.  Lloyd, Jon and I had worked together at Florida Express and Braniff 2, then got hired at UPS.  Darin was Japanese American, had flown in the Navy and lived in Davis, just west of Sacramento.  I flew with him when I was a captain on the 757 and 767.

The 3 of us flew into Sacramento and met Darin there, at our layover hotel.  He had a big Suburban, with 4 wheel drive and would provide our transportation.  

On the morning of the first day, we had breakfast at the hotel, then drove to the Donner Memorial State Museum.  There is quite a bit of history in that area about the westward migration.  




From there we went to the appropriate Ranger Station to get our camping permits.  The rangers had a plastic bag of fresh bear scat on the counter, that had been deposited behind the building.  They told us it was still warm.  I took their word for that. 

The drive from Interstate 80 to Grouse Ridge Trailhead was about 16 miles, the last part of which required using Darin's 4 wheel drive.

https://maps.app.goo.gl/eTStJdb6okrLjc2W8 



The hike to Glacier Lake started out down a steep hill for about a mile.  After that it was relatively flat until the last half mile.  It climbed slightly to the primitive campground next to the lake.  I'm guessing it was about 5 or 6 miles from the parking lot.


Jon was not experienced at camping and needed help setting up his bivy tent.  Darin gave him a hand.


We set up all the tents, ate our evening meals and knowing it would not rain, did not put the rain flies on the tents.  We were close enough to have a conversation, while in our sleeping bags, before drifting off to sleep.

Before the trip, I had told Lloyd I intended to bring a box of Folger's Coffee bags, then all we would have to do is heat water and pour it into the cups with the bags.  Lloyd told me not to bother.  He had a new coffee press and wanted to use it. He would bring the coffee. 


We ate breakfast in the morning and Lloyd used his press.  We decided to climb a chute to the ridge south and east of the lake, called Black Buttes.  We had to go around the south end of the lake and do a hands and feet scramble.


As we reached the top of the first level, I began to feel as if I was getting a flu.  I decided to stay there as the other guys continued climbing toward the top.  I would take some photos.  They are probably in that one, but too small to see.


I 80 is visible in the distance.  We made our way back down the chute, around the lake, and relaxed a little before dinner.  I was not feeling well.  Another night without rain.  


The next morning, during breakfast, Lloyd just happened to mention that we had been drinking decaf.  I will add a video of this guy to give you an idea of how I melted down upon receiving that news and understanding why I had been feeling like crap for the last 24 hours.


"DECAF, DECAF??!!  DECAF ISN'T COFFEE!!  YOU SAID YOU WERE BRINGING COFFEE!!  NO WONDER I FEEL LIKE 💩!!  I'M A &*%$ING ADDICT!!

I couldn't believe he had done that.  I was thinking about how far we had hiked from the Suburban and how far we had driven from civilization.  I would have to spend most of the day trying to find a place to buy freaking Folger's coffee bags.

Quietly, Darin said, "Denny, I have green tea.  Would you like some?"  "Does it have caffeine?"  "Yes."  "Yes, I need some.  Thank you."

Darin saved the day. I began feeling better immediately.  We followed a trail to the north from our campsite and found some beautiful lakes.  It was a great day.





Tuesday, July 22, 2025

How The Mind Works

 I had to drive the coach three and a half hours to Mayfield Kentucky on Sunday.  I had an appointment to have some things fixed early Monday morning.  The drive is beautiful and fun in the coach, once I pass Elizabethtown and get on the Western Kentucky Parkway.  The pavement is smooth and the traffic is light.

Temperatures were working their way up into the 90s.  The outside air temperature indicators on the coach were indicating 93degrees when I arrived there at about 8 PM.  I had to disconnect the Jeep and back the coach between a small RV and a large mobile dwelling that I am not going to waste too much time trying to describe.  The space was wide enough for someone who was good at backing coaches, but that ain't me.  Furthermore, the rear tv camera system wasn't working.

It took me 3 attempts to back in from one direction and 3 more from the other, to finally get it in there.  Because the tv wasn't working, I had to stop the coach, set the parking brake and jump out to go back and check my distance from the large garage type door I was backing toward.  I had to do that 3 times.  I say jump, because the stairs were one of the things I was getting fixed there.  I don't jump so well anymore.  Then I had to step up to the bottom level of the coach entry door, which is about hip high to this geezer, then hold the hand rails and pull myself up and it.  Guess who was overheated and sweating profusely in this 93 degree heat.

The drive out there had been easy and fun, but it had become progressively warm in the driver's seat.  There are 4 air conditioning systems in my coach, Enigma.  Three ACs are in the roof and they are the ones that cool the house part of the bus.  The other system is similar to those you are familiar with on automobiles.  It has an engine driven compressor and creates cool air that comes at you from openings in the dash.  The problem is that the Enigma's engine is in the back of this 43 feet long beast and the air has to be ducted to the dash, which is all the way to the front.  It can become inadequate in very hot ambient air situations.  

It is possible to supplement the dash AC, by running one or more of the house ACs, but that requires running the generator, which uses very small amounts of the diesel fuel, because of the high electrical load.  The batteries and engine generator just can't carry that load.  

I didn't start feeling hot until I was almost at my destination and didn't feel like taking the time to stop and do what was necessary to run one of the house ACs.  I wanted to disconnect and park before dark and find a place to eat dinner before 9 PM.  Mayfield rolls up the sidewalks early.

After I finally got the coach parked, I was able to plug in 50 amp shore power from the dealership's building.  When I saw that it was providing power to the coach, I turned on the minimum number of circuit breakers that I would need to spend a comfortable night sleeping, after I had eaten dinner.  I wouldn't be needing the electric, fake fireplace or washer and dryer, for example.  I did close the CBs for all 3 house ACs.  I turned them on and got in the car to drive to the nearby Cracker Barrel.  I walked in the door at 8:45 PM, thinking the coach would be nice and cool by the time I returned.

I like Cracker Barrel, because you know what you are going to get.  It may not be fancy, but it is good and you can stuff yourself for $15.  

When I climbed back into the coach, it was not cool and comfy.  I knew there was something wrong.  I went to the panel that controls the cooling and heating of the interior and saw that the front unit was running, but the middle and rear units had E7 faults.  This indicates a circuit breaker fault.  I went to the CB panel and surprisingly, the CBs were not in the tripped position, they were full on.  Strange.  Nonetheless, I turned them off and back on and went back to turn the ACs on again.  E7 times 2.  I must have done this 3 times totally, because my mind was fuzzy from the drive, the heat, and the hour.  Mayfield is in the Central Time Zone, so it was after 1030 on my body clock.  The temperature inside the coach was indicating 88 degrees.

At this point, I had enough knowledge and information to figure out what was wrong, but I was tired and hot and soon started thinking about the alternative to sleeping in the coach.  I knew it would not cool down enough for me to fall asleep for hours.  I would have to go to a hotel to get enough sleep to deal with the things I would be facing in the morning.  That is what I did.  Cracker Barrel opened an hour before the dealership, so I was the last customer one day and the first the next. 

I drive to this dealership, because there are not acceptable RV repair places for me closer to Louisville.  There is one in Nashville, but that is a drive of about 3 hours and is just not as easy for me to deal with.  At the one in Mayfield, I actually get to talk to the guys who are working on the coach.  There is so much lost in the transfer of information, when you have to talk to someone between the technician and yourself.  

After a good night's sleep in air conditioning and breakfast with coffee, I was probably able to break the code on my AC problem, but I left it in the capable hands of Cody, the guy who works on Enigma there.  He told me he found there was a mix up with the CBs for the 2 problematic units.  The middle unit was actually on the CB labeled Washer and the rear unit on the CB labeled Fire Place.  When Cody told me that, a cartoon frame of me would have had a lightbulb above my head.

During our previous stay in Florida, over the winter, we had a short on the CB panel, nearly causing a fire.  We went without total power for several days, waiting for parts and for our mobile technician to be able to rebuild the panel.  He must have gotten the position of the CBs switched in those two cases.  The ACs had worked fine after that, but we had all the CBs on, and had not left some of them off selectively, assuming we wouldn't need them, as I had done the night before. 

Now, to get back to the title of the post.  The whole time I was working on figuring out why the ACs weren't working, there was something in the back of my mind telling me I had all the information I needed to solve this problem, if I only worked on it and calmly thought my way through it.  My subconscious mind knew the answer to the problem, but my emotions were getting the best of me, due to fatigue and discomfort.  I kept going back to the CB panel, knowing it held the answer, but just allowed frustration to prevent me from working it out. 



Tuesday, July 15, 2025

Unusual In The Extreme





Early in this video, you will see a Burghboy say nice things about Ohio.  That is Unusual In The Extreme.  That is because there is a somewhat friendly rivalry between people from Pittsburgh and the state of Ohio.  There are decades old rivalries in professional sports and just the natural antagonisms of living close together.

However, there are truths that cannot be denied.  Ohio had some very important people, Grant and Sherman, Wilbur and Orville would be just a few and Pittsburgh has a football team that can win Super Bowls.

Early in my life, I became interested in the way humans always give names to everything. When I talk to one of my doctors and they ask me about prescriptions, I am always impressed by their ability to remember the names. 

I have decided to name an upcoming, bike ride with my friends The Quest.  In the immediately preceding post, I gave you the story that is the partial inspiration for that name.

We call the series of rides we have been doing for more than a decade the Tour De Nbo.  This is a clever play on words our riding pal, Ed Quigley, came up with based on the Tour De France and the nickname they all call me, Denbo.

I may have blogged about how I acquired that name, but I will now provide a refresher.  When I was a gradeschooler, my dad would take my brother, Jim, and me to visit his parents, Pap and Gram.  Jim was always a more gregarious kid than I was and as we walked into the big room where Pap was always sitting in his lounge chair, doing crossword puzzles and spitting tobacco juice in his spitoon,  Jim would always give him a big, cheerful hello.  Pap would return the enthusiasm with a big, "Hey Jimbo".  There was much less enthusiasm in my exchange with Pap.  I was just a shy kid.  This happened several times and finally, one time I guess Pap must have seen the look on my face and broken the code that I was just not as outgoing as Jim and was disappointed in not having a nickname.  Pap always came up with the family nicknames.  He said, "Hey Denbo". 

Years later, as I was sitting in an office, just off the showroom floor of the car dealership, where I worked as a salesman, I was engaged in a discussion about nicknames.  The discussion was with one of my favorite people of all time, Eddy Link.  Eddy liked to give people nicknames also.  He had named the parts manager Towhead, because he had blonde hair.  He asked me if I had a nickname and I said a good friend had always called me Denny The Weasel.  Ed didn't like that one, so I related the story about Jimbo and Pap.  He liked that and started calling me Denbo on a regular basis.

Several more years later, I was having a similar discussion about nicknames with good friend and another of my favorite people, Lloyd, who was called The Lloydster.  (I always call him the guy with the redundant L).  He liked Denbo also and that is what he called me on our many hiking and camping trips in western mountains.  One of those trips was our first hike to the summit of Mount Whitney and we were joined by a fellow UPS pilot who had been a fighter pilot and as you may know, they all have call signs, which is what they call nicknames.  This guy's call sign was Snake.  Snake began calling me Denbo also.  Snake and I are both active on a chat room that our union of UPS pilots established called the Bar And Grill.  He always referred to me as Denbo on the BnG and it caught on there.  Snake joined us on one of our Tour De Nbo rides, referring to me as Denbo, so it caught on there.  Sorry, I tried to make that as short as I could.

Whew!  Then I began naming each ride.  Smell The Roses, Zest For Life, Toxic Masculinity and The Phoenix are examples.  I am calling our next one The Quest.  The name was inspired by the story in the preceding post and the fact that I will be 80 years old on this ride.  It will be 9 days of riding from Washington DC to Pittsburgh on the Chesapeake And Ohio Canal Towpath and the Great Allegheny Passage (GAP), 335 trail miles.  The Quest will be to see if I can ride 40 miles a day, sleep on the ground and get up and do it again and again...

I have my new Category I ebike to provide an assist and I rode it 250 miles on the Katy Trail in Missouri last October, but I slept in a bed every night.








Hang around me long enough and you will hear me say, there is a thin line between genius and insanity.  I don't know if that is true, but I like to say it, because many of the really smart people I have known or observed are a little nutty.

The discussion in the video above is about the Wright Brothers and their signature accomplishment, First Flight.  I think it is ironic, that these 2 guys, who did not go to college, solved the mystery of human flight.  It was accomplished because they were both very smart, but more so because they were persistent and did not allow setbacks to discourage them.



Silent Cal is not considered one of our Rushmore worthy presidents, but I think he hit the accomplishment nail on the head with the above quote.  In an earlier blog post, titled Psycho Babble, I discussed a book, by Dr. Maxwell Maltz, Psycho Cybernetics.  This book makes the case that we succeed by making mistakes, learning and then pressing on.




  

 

Tuesday, April 1, 2025

The Quest

When we study history, we often know the end of the story and fail to understand, that the outcome was not inevitable.  Take for example, the event that actually created the United States of America, the American Revolution.  The successful separation from England was in doubt until the very end of significant conflict at Yorktown, Virginia.  Early in the war, Washington was defeated and routed in the Battle of Brooklyn, by what was probably the first Hail Mary attack in America.  Stormin' Norman Schwarzkopf is famous for his end around attack in the Kuwait War, but that is not the first involving Americans in conflict.  Another was the attack by Stonewall Jackson, on behalf of Robert E. Lee at Chancellorsville.  This attack was against General Fightin' Joe Hooker, who Lee referred to as Mr. F. J. Hooker.

Washington's American army was huddled on the shore of the East River, outnumbered and outclassed.  The Brits decided to wait until morning to finish the job, but a miraculous fog appeared on the river and Washington managed to escape Long Island for Manhattan Island in small boats and live to fight another day.  This is but one example of the battle losses and narrow escapes of Washington's ragtag army.  No one at that time gave the former colonies any hope of winning that war against the most powerful army on the planet at that time.  During the Civil War, World War II, just about every war our country has engaged in, there were points where victory was in doubt.

As I wrote my blog, Flexible Flyer, How Not To Build An Aviation Career, I knew how it ended, but while I was living it, there was always great uncertainty that I would achieve my goal of having a financially successful career as an airline pilot.  If you read the blog, you will see how it developed, step by step and see how bleak things looked at several points.  There were times when my resolve was nearly broken.  There are also many elements that helped build and rebuild that resolve.

I have been thinking about a small part of that process lately.  When I was in the army from October 1965 to October 1967, I spent most of my time as a drill sergeant at Fort Knox Kentucky.  My best friend and roommate was Howard "Ricky" Richter, a Jewish guy from Cherry Hill, New Jersey, near Camden and across the Delaware River from Philadelphia.  Ricky was fascinated by the 1965 musical, Man of La Mancha, which was based loosely on the 17th Century novel, Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes. Ricky loved the principle song from the musical and he would sing it often as we drove from Fort Knox to Louisville, to do the things young men strive to do.  Ricky did not have a good voice and could not carry a tune, but he did not allow that to deter him. 

In recent years, I search the World Wide Web for Ricky and found his obituary.

  

To dream the impossible dreamTo fight the unbeatable foeTo bear with unbearable sorrowTo run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrongTo love pure and chaste from afarTo try when your arms are too wearyTo reach the unreachable star
This is my quest to follow that starNo matter how hopeless, no matter how farTo fight for the right without question or pauseTo be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause
And I know if I'll only be true to this glorious questThat my heart will lie peaceful and calmWhen I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for thisThat one man, scorned and covered with scarsStill strove with his last ounce of courageTo reach the unreachable star

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

Dr. William P. Garvey

 The idea to write this chapter occurred as I was watching a YouTube video of an interview of Shelby Foote on Book TV, a C-Span2 program.  Foote is famous for his three volume effort, The Civil War: A Narrative.  This series was made famous, popular and successful by Foote's appearance on Ken Burns' PBS show, The Civil War.  You can click on all the hyper links if my discussion is insufficient.

Brian Lamb began the interview, by asking about the cause and impact of the Civil War.  This reminded me of my high school history teacher, Dr. William P. Garvey.  At the time he was my teacher, Mr. Garvey was still working on his masters and doctorate in history, at the University of Pittsburgh.

Garvey was my teacher for Pennsylvania history, during my freshman year and American history in my junior year.  Of course, the major discussion of the Civil War was in American history.

The thing I remember most was his explanation of the underlying causes of the war.  He compared it to an explosive device, a bomb.  I will have to paraphrase, because of faded memory, but it went something like this. 

First there has to be an explosive substance, something that will blow up, under the right conditions, such asTNT or nitroglycerin.  In Garvey's opinion, this was the vagueness of the Constitution with regard to the relationship of the Federal government to the states.  You have to remember the situation when the Constitution was created.  Briefly, the states had been operating under the Articles of Confederation, which created a very weak central government.  The states did not even have a common currency.  Some of the Founding Fathers did not believe there should be a strong central government and of course some did.  Jefferson was one who opposed it and Hamilton was in favor.  Jefferson was out of the country at the time and was not happy when he learned what had been created.  Hamilton would have made it stronger. Jefferson was from a southern state and Hamilton a northern state.  As you can guess, this was beginning to become a regional disagreement.  The Framers of the Constitution had to tread carefully and compromise to get enough  agreement to accept it.  Therefore, there was so much vagueness, that some states believed they could secede from the Union, if they had a fundamental disagreement with policy.

Secondly, a bomb must have a fuse, an ignitor, something that will cause the explosive substance to explode. Garvey asserted that slavery was this fuse. As I pointed out, the Constitution created a strong central government and there was concern in the South, that the 'Peculiar Institution' of slavery would be abolished by the government, because of growing anti-slavery sentiment in the North.

Third, the bomb must have a spark to light the fuse.  If my memory is correct, Garvey said the election of Lincoln as president was this spark.  I don't think Lincoln ran strongly on abolishing slavery, but his position was well known from the famous Lincoln Douglas Debates, which occurred when Lincoln ran against incumbent Illinois Senator Stephen Douglas in 1858, two years before the Civil War began.

Once again, I use hyper links to provide additional information and I use WikiPedia a lot, despite the many criticisms of its accuracy, because it has a standard format for comparison.  If more information is required, you can make use of your research skills on the World Wide Web.  An in-depth discussion of the preceding is not in the scope of my post.

After all, the blog is about my favorite subject, the one about which I am best informed, me.  I have been discussing the elements that went into the development of my career, as a professional pilot. I am describing how, step by step, the pieces came together, like a jigsaw puzzle.

I am the beneficiary or victim of 12 years of education in Catholic schools.  I say beneficiary, because it was a very good education.  I believe I was taught more pertinent things in 12 years, than most people learn through post graduate degrees today.  I don't really see myself as a victim at any stage of my life, but I used that word to get your attention.  I believe my parents and educators developed the Type B side of my personality and the US Army helped me develop the Type A side.  In my professional pilot career, I believe both sides came in handy.

Mr. Garvey was the teacher of whom I have the strongest memories.  In my life as an instructor, I think I used techniques I learned in his classroom.  He spoke in a way that demanded your attention.  The instructor training in the army taught that and explained how and why to do it.  I discussed some of that early in the blog, talking about military bearing, etc.  He knew the subject and it was obvious he enjoyed it.  He allowed and even required class participation.  You could ask questions and even disagree, up to a point.  There were the usual time constraints and the lesson plan must be completed.

Garvey instilled a love of American history in me. As I have blogged previously, this came in handy when I lived in Atlanta and encountered people who harbored a resentment of people from northern states, although they often lacked a good base of knowledge about WTF actually happened.  With even the most basic reading about the war, I was able to shut most of them up.  Some of them reminded me of the Japanese trying to build a case that they were actually the victims of World War II.

Of course, the internet did not exist for most of my life.  Some time after it showed up, I decided to search for William Garvey.  Through a typing error, I learned that there was a Dr. William Harvey, who discovered the circulatory system of the human body.  At the time of my research, Bill Garvey was president of Mercyhurst College.  

We have all probably been asked at some time, what person, dead or alive, we would love to meet and chat with.  Garvey would have been such a person for me, based on our time in class and my subsequent obsession with American history as an adult.  Lincoln and Grant would be historic people in the category for me also.

I decided to call Mercyhurst to see if I could have a phone chat with Mr. Garvey.  I talked to his secretary and had to make an appointment.  She called back at the appointed time and after assuring it was me, connected Doctor Garvey.  He acted as if he remembered me and said I was a good student.  I was tempted to throw the bullshit flag on that.  I told him about my memory of things I learned about teaching from him and that I modeled my techniques after them.  I told him I had 2 kids and he told me to send them to Mercyhurst.  I would have gotten into more of a history discussion, but the secretary, appointment, and Dr. Garvey crap kind of knocked me off my stride.  I didn't want to take up too much of his precious time.

I think it is worth mentioning an incident I witnessed in the classroom during my freshman year in high school.  Garvey was lecturing on something in Pennsylvania history and standing about 6 feet from the classroom door, when the bell rang.  Bill continued lecturing and all members in the class were wise enough to remain seated as long as he was speaking, except one.  Michael "Mickey" Markle got up and started walking from the left side of the room, toward the door and between Garvey and the class.  As he passed, Bill grabbed the back of Mickey's head and smashed his face into one of the desks in the front row.  Mickey's glasses were broken, but I don't remember much more about that.  

Actually, this was not as shocking as it may seem now.  In that, my 9th year of Catholic eduction, I was not unfamiliar with physical punishment.  I always say I believe the good Sisters Of Saint Joseph invented some of the submission holds of modern day Mixed Martial Arts.  My parents also did not spare the rod.  Despite that, I still do not see myself as a victim at any time during my life.  If I got a whoopin', I probably deserved it. 

Bill Garvey was still around two years later for my American history classes, so I'm guessing he paid some price for that episode, but was obviously not fired.

Garvey was born 10 years before me, so he was about 25 to 27 at the time I was his student.  There were some things about him that seemed a little strange to us, but nothing we could pinpoint.  At the time I began to research him on the internet, there were positive articles that mentioned the things that were in his obituary, when he died in 2017.

https://www.burtonquinnscott.com/obituaries/dr-william-garvey

However, not long after our phone conversation, this kind of stuff came to the surface.

https://www.goerie.com/story/news/local/2017/08/10/garvey-former-mercyhurst-president-dies/19823413007/

Yes, my educational hero was accused of sexual child abuse and an investigation paid for by Mercyhurst found that the accusations "appear to have merit".  By that time, it was past statute of limitations for criminal investigation and prosecution.  Garvey was forced to "retire".

Although he seemed unusual, there was never anything I knew about that indicated Garvey was a pedophile.  The accusations were about his time teaching at a Catholic grade school in Erie, PA, both before his time at my high school, North Catholic of Pittsburgh, as well as after.  Decades after my days there, I received correspondence from the school mentioning that there had been some incidents with some of the religious teachers, brothers and priests of the Marianist Order.  I was being asked if I knew of any such incident.  Once again, there were some weird dudes, but I never heard anything specific with regard to pedophilia.  I had nothing to report.

I guess this is another example of the complexities of human beings.  A complete study of just about every person will find that there are many levels of good and bad in everyone.  The greatest among us often have some darkness in their story


 

Sunday, March 24, 2024

Skylark

 Doreen and I are in Savannah for a week, staying at Red Gate Farm RV Park.  It was raining like hell, when we drove here, arrived, set up the coach, all night and half the next day.  Fortunately, the lot was crushed limestone and not muddy, but there were a few puddles on the way in.  I will have to hose off the wheels before we leave.

We are working our way back to Louisville from Lakes Park RV, in Fort Myers.  Our next stop is at Tanglewood RV Park, near Mocksville NC, where we will have MagneShades installed on all our front windows to reduce the exchange of heat through them.  The front of the coach is a challenge for the cooling and heating systems to keep up with, depending on ambient outside air temperature.  The Magne Shades will help mitigate that problem.

After Mocksville, we will stop at Anchor Down RV Resort, in Dandridge TN, for a night.  We stayed there last year, sweating the threat of heavy thunderstorms and tornadoes.  From there, we drive home, in time for the second annual, day before Easter musical show for geezers, starring our son, Mike, and many of his great musical friends from high school and college days. (I'm thinking Weaver will wear a clean shirt this time.  These videos are from a Christmas season reunion show they did several years ago.)  Last year, they all brought their wives and kids and it was a fun reunion.  I call it a show for geezers, because it will be held at the Tin Roof bar on Shelbyville Road in Louisville at 4:30 in the afternoon, as opposed to their normal starting time of about 10:30 PM, back in the day.  The musician are now in their 30s.

Yesterday, after the rain stopped, we drove in to town to begin exploring this very historic and interesting town.  We drove around for about 45 minutes, getting the lay of the land and looking for a place to park.  Since it was a Saturday, there were tourists everywhere.  We finally headed toward Forsyth Park and, by good fortune,  ended up at Monterey Park, where we found a parking spot on the street.  There was a meter, but parking was free on weekends.  This was fortunate, because the Mercer Williams House is on the square occupied by Monterey Park.  This is the only historic house Doreen wanted to visit in Savannah.  The house is historic, because it is the site of a murder made famous by the non-fiction book, titled Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil and the movie, by Clint Eastwood, of the same title.  Doreen has read the book and seen the movie several times. 

I titled this post Skylark, because the movie opens with the K D Lang version of the Hoagy Carmichael/Johnny Mercer tune, Skylark.  Mercer is a native of Savannah and wrote the lyrics to the song.  The Mercer Williams House was owned by a family member, but Johnny never lived there.  If you would like to hear the song with a little more energy, there is an Aretha Franklin version,  There are several other Mercer tunes on the soundtrack.  James Gandolfini, aka Tony Soprano, has a small role, as the second cook during a scene at Clary's Cafe.

For more information and fun, click on the hyper links at the different colored words.



Sunday, March 10, 2024

Chattanooga

 In my previous post, Uncle Billy, I discussed my time living in Atlanta Georgia.  As part of my effort to become more aware of the American Civil War, I drove to the Chickamauga GA battlefield.  It was a humiliating defeat for the Union Army of the Cumberland.  The army was routed and made a disorganized retreat to the city of Chattanooga Tennessee. 



The Army of the Cumberland, under Rosecrans, was put under siege by the Confederates, under Bragg.  Supplies were difficult to come by and the troops were reduced to quarter rations. 


 Rosecrans


Bragg

Generals Grant and Sherman made their way to Chattanooga, with the Army Of The Tennessee, after a successful campaign at Vicksburg Mississippi.  General Joseph Hooker arrived, with an element of the Army Of The Potomac after a victory at Gettysburg.  Grant took charge of al the Union troops and devised a successful plan to greatly improve the line of supply in Chattanooga.


Grant


During this time, the men and officers of the Army Of The Cumberland were taking lots of abuse, at all levels of rank, from their counterparts in the Armies Of The Tennessee and The Potomac.  They had been embarrassed at Chickamauga and it was mostly because of a communication malfunction at the highest level of command.  They were seething.



Eventually, Grant's troops outnumbered Bragg's and they were better supplied.  Grant became tired of being under siege and wanted to start trying to break out.  His plan was to send his most trusted subordinate, General Sherman, to attack the Confederate right and rolling their line along Missionary Ridge.  Before this, General Hooker led an attack on Lookout Mountain and won what became known as the Battle Above The Clouds.  This victory was important, but not as important as some of the stories of the time made it out to be.



Hooker

After visiting Chickamauga, I drove to Chattanooga.  I made my way through the neighborhoods to the summit of Lookout Mountain.  I drove to Orchard Knob and Missionary Ridge.  The city has kind of consumed by the battlefield, but there are historic plaques and statues everywhere.  It is easy to get the lay of the land and understand how the terrain effected the battle. 

Sherman's efforts were foiled by his misunderstanding of the terrain at the far right of the Confederate line.  There were more hills there that he was not aware of.  As his attack faltered, Grant ordered the Army Of The Cumberland to threaten Missionary Ridge at the center of the line, to draw reinforcements from the right.  His orders were to take the trenches at the base of the ridge only.  He still thought Sherman should be the emphasis of the effort.  

The Army Of The Cumberland, now under General George "Pap" Thomas, the "Rock of Chicamauga", advanced to the base of the ridge, driving the Confederates up toward the top.  When they got there, they began to climb the ridge, contrary to orders.  I was a spontaneous movement, not commanded by anyone and they began to drive the rebels from the top of Missionary Ridge.  This became an avenging rout of the army that had routed them at Chickamauga.  It was another victory for Grant, despite the fact that it was not according to his plan.


Thomas

After reading much more about this battle and the entire Civil War, I have come to the conclusion that this was a very under rated battle.  It played an enormous part in the final outcome of the war.  

Gettysburg and Vicksburg had just happened and were rightfully seen as critical Northern victories, but Chattanooga did several things that kept the momentum going.

First of all, it helped Lincoln install Grant as the overall commanding general of the entire Union Army.  Despite his record of winning victory after victory, Grant was accused of being a careless drunkard.  There may be some partial truth to that, but he was a hard fighter, who wanted the enemy to worry about what he was going to do, rather than the other way around.  He fought like hell and he won.  Lincoln's previous choices as commanding general had been mostly failures.  Grant's assumption of command eventually led to the Overland Campaign, which resulted in Lee's surrender at Appomattox Court House.

Secondly, it turned Sherman loose on Georgia.  That is what I talked about in my previous post.  Lincoln, Grant and Sherman met after Chattanooga, to discuss and plan how they would conduct the remainder of the war.  Grant and Sherman would use the same strategy as they advanced on Richmond and Atlanta, respectively.  Previously, Union generals would fall back after a major encounter with the Confederates.  Grant and Sherman just maneuvered around the enemy and continued their moves toward the objective, forcing the enemy to abandon a strong defensive position and try to move to block them.  Eventually Richmond and Atlanta were placed under siege.  This was the beginning of a change from the older forms of battle, which involved armies lining up on opposite sides of the field and shooting volleys at each other, to the modern, trench warfare.

Lincoln, Grant and Sherman understood the importance of breaking the will of the population of the enemy, the civilians, as much as the army.  You can see this in all levels of competition.  If the people supporting the competitors realize there is no way they can win, everyone on both sides is aware that it is only a matter of time.






The only reason the Confederacy lasted as long as it did, is because of the incompetence of Yankee generals and the hope that there would be recognition of the Confederate States Of America by European countries, that it was indeed a separate nation.  The major Union victories eventually killed that hope.

Chattanooga set Sherman and Grant up to be able to demonstrate in the Eastern and Western Theaters that the North would eventually prevail.