50@50, #7 - Accidental portrait

Accidental portrait. 

Metal Detecting Around Omaha: Two Months In

I started treasure hunting in Omaha around the last week of August.  It has not been what I would call a money making proposition but it does get me out of the house and out around town.  I have mostly been working in areas where I don't have to dig -- parks with wood chips, sand and gravel. Mostly I've been learning how to determine what is garbage and what might be worth going after.

I've pull up and tossed several pounds of crap (as previously posted photos can attest).  After visiting a score of local parks this approximates the stuff I thought was worth keeping (at least until I took the photos).

As far as 'real' money goes... quarters are fun to find.  The detector usually has a solid 'hit'  Sadly, they aren't that commonly found.  I've got $12.50 worth of dirty quarters.  So far as I can tell, none are old enough to contain silver. But honestly, some are so badly worn I can't really make anything out... and I haven't really worked on cleaning them just yet.

Next comes the dimes... seems like I picked up quite a few of them.,, at least $5.50 worth.  I *was* lucky enough to pick up two confirmed silver dimes -- they seem to be in better condition than some of the newer ones.  They were actually pulled out of the dirt near some trees in an old park in south O.  

Nickles appear to be the least likely coin to be found (by me) whereas pennies seem to be discarded everywhere.  Most of the pennies after 1982-ish are rotten with corrosion.  Some are missing chunks and complete unrecognizable as coins.  Good thing they're only worth a penny.  I've tried cleaning them up a bit but some are too far gone.  It's not worth the effort.  Barely a buck forty in dimes and I have no clue how many pennies.

 Text formatting is not something the google blogger does very well.  I'm struggling with the layout.

Be that as it may, my best coin finds thus far, shown below, a silver Roosevelt and a 1936 Mercury along with a non-silver Kennedy Half Dollar.

I found a pig in my front yard and I've dug up a stylus for an older palm pilot, an inflation valve for sports balls, two stainless steel chains and a weird bracelet. Two game tokens, one I believe from Family Fun Center.

Finally, the "good" stuff.

Three cheap (aka fake) kids rings... one of them is actually kind of nice. A couple of pins (a I love Soccer pin found at a soccer field), one dangling earring, and one (CZ?) diamond earring (face down in the photo) and some misc junk.  One brushed stainless steel wedding band (non magnetic -- I thought it might be gold at first!), one .925 silver band, a .925 silver 'rodeo rider' ring, one silver ring with tiny stones in it and one large .925 silver ring with a big stone in it (just found this!).

No idea what any of the rings are worth but there's about $20 worth of coins and a pile of crap.  Not even close to paying for the equipment. :(

Only a few more weeks of useful hunting season before we get frozen ground so I plan to keep beating the bushes looking for a come-up.

50@50 #6

Keep forgetting to post these silly selfies.

50@50 #5

Front camera in a dark room - not so great.

50 @ 50 # 4

My favorite hat!

Another unprofitable Saturday morning.

Visited a couple parks in Sarpy County and found mostly crap.  Then, on the way home, I stopped a little park and found a 'diamond' earring.  I'm 99.8% sure that it's a CZ.  The setting is crap.

An interesting but unprofitable Saturday morning.

One Kennedy half dollar, 3 quarters, 3 dimes (one 1936 Mercury (silver yo!), a token of some sort and 11 nasty pennies.

This is what is I typically find at a sandy playground and the surrounding areas.

Paper clips and bobby pins are all over most play grounds. I didn't know bobby pins were still a thing.  Pull tabs and bottle caps generally come next.  Not pictures are shards of beer cans and foil juice pouches.  I find these oftentimes buried under about 5 inches of sand or wood chips.  There's usually a trash can nearby. I guess kids just don't care.

Today's Loot Haul

This is not turning into a lucrative hobby.

9 bobby pins
4 'tent' spikey things
1 rusty fish hook
1 decent safety pin
two pull tabs
three bottle caps
one bullet casing
1 plastic diamond
random foil junk
3 pennies
1 nickle
2 dimes
a snap

Loot Haul 9/12/15

A short trip to Roberts Skate Park near 78th and Dodge after getting a semi-flat tire fixed at Discount Tire.

Five whole pennies of no special significance. A useful spoon. An old pepsi cap and a bunch of rusty crap.

This is definitely not the way to get rich quick.

Total haul thus far: 4.74

I found a *come up* at the Thrift store.

The good old CD120!  Only $289.99... 

 I was browsing at a local thrift store this past weekend when I stumbled upon this *thing*. A "Reveal" Internal CD-Rom Drive circa 1992. I held this exact same box (actually, more likely one *just* like it) in my hand more than a few times when I was stationed in Japan between 1989 and 1992.
I owned an Amiga computer, which I bought through the AAFES (Army, Air force Exchange Service on base at Misawa, but I was frequently looking at IBM compatibles. But when a single component was selling for almost half what I paid for my entire computer, well, no thanks!

Of course, by the time the CD120 was out on the shelf my computer was getting long in the tooth.

You can get a fine CD/DVD combo burner for $19.99.

Fifty @ 50; 3/50 - "Exhausted and hungry"

Fifty @ 50; 3/50 - 8/28/15

Fifty @ 50, 2/50 8/21/15

Friday is Pink shirt day.  I went for a lunch walk, 4 laps - 1.8 miles... a bit breezy makes a bad hair day.

Fifty at 50. Pensive Smile, 1/50

I've started a new photography project that I'm calling Fifty at 50.  The goal of this project is to take and post Fifty photos featuring myself (I know, quite boring) at 50 years of age.  That means I have about 11.5 months to complete this missing.

I've never actually followed through on one before so this should be fun.

Here is photo #1.  This is a photo from my birthday.  This is a happy moment for me.  I am looking forward to a fun day at work.

A pensive smile

Product that never needed to be made...

And which, amazingly, didn't sell for shit.  I was more than half tempted to buy a bag just for the What-the-fuck factor.

But my diabetes made me say "Nope."

Maple Bacon Cookie Mix

the other side

Most of the photos I see of the Pinacle Bank building downtown are from the West. This is the east side of the building. 

Downtown

The ubiquitous view of downtown - Gene Leahy Mall, Omaha

Operation Dear Abby 1986 - USS Carl Vinson CVN 70 (draft title)

It wasn't just a job, it was an Adventure

*I meant to post this as a draft - still updating*
I remember the old Navy recruiting ad that ran in the 70s and 80s - “Navy. It’s Not Just A Job, It’s An Adventure”  Truer words were never written. The best days of my life were spent in the Navy, on the open sea - or in a foreign port.

 In the fall and winter of 1986 I was deployed aboard the USS Carl Vinson, at that time it was the newest active aircraft carrier in the fleet.  I boarded the Vinson in Subic Bay around the 12th of September and we didn't return until after the new Year in 1987. It was a long and arduous journey but we had a few moments of enjoyment here and there. Living aboard a navy ship leaves a lot to be desired. At least on the carrier we had more of everything and even somethings the small boys did not have.

CVBG Charlie - USS Carl Vinson and friends, 1986

We were operating in a large group of ships called a battle group. Basically, all the small ships are there to support the aircraft carrier (and there's at least one hiding under the water that you almost never know is there...).

During our deployment, my first stop was a port visit to Singapore for 5 days (23-28 Sept).  Singapore was a fascinating city state full of wonderful people from a wide variety of backgrounds. If you want to talk about a real melting pot, you should go to Singapore. It was, and I'm sure still is, a colorful and delightful place to visit. And very clean. It's almost unbelievably clean.  I did far less drinking and partying in Singapore than my shipmates. I tried to wander around and soak up some culture. Of course, I was on a tight budget so I had to spend money wisely (or as wisely as a sailor on leave in Singapore can spend it).

I found a great food market -- like a food court at a mall but on a scale that rivals a small village. There was every kind of food imaginable from every country and city around the Far East.  I met some locals who actually kept buying me samples from various stalls -- it was all open air like a carnival with stalls on both sides of a wide avenue and small tables and chairs scattered about.  I had Thai, Indian, Chinese, and Indonesian dishes that I can't name. I probably didn't know what it was when i was eating it.

Food was only one thing I sampled -- I also found a great place to buy bootleg music. I know, the younger generations will think of Napster and whatnot (or maybe even that's too old a reference for them!) but back in my day it was 'mix tapes' and bootleg cassettes.

I bought plenty at this place and they were dirt cheap. Duran Duran, Mike and the Mechanics, The Dream Academy. You name it, they had it. It might have been like fifty cents for a buck each?

The ever present McDonalds, Singapore

While wandering around Singapore I happened to met an American business man there. He struck up a conversation with me about the Navy and asked me where I was from. I had most recently lived in
Michigan in a tiny town about 90 miles north of Detroit.  As chance would have it, he knew right where this town, St. Clair, was located. And no, he didn't confuse it with St. Clair Shores as often happens with people who say 'oh, yeah, I know right where you lived' -- No you don't.  As it turned out, he worked as a VP of something for Ford Motor Company's Far East Division and was transitioning some work from the Philippines to Singapore (Ford had determined that graft and greed were to much to deal with in the RP, go figure.)  He and his wife offered to treat me to a home cooked meal -- Singapore style, and I graciously accepted.  One thing I learned about traveling around on your first day of liberty wearing your dress uniform -- people would always treat you to something.  Free dinner, free beer, free taxi rides. Of course, that was still 1986 and the world seemed like a much safer place back then.

After we left Singapore we made a transit through the Straits of Malacca and into the Indian Ocean. Fun fact: we had to have special security teams stand watch when traversing the strait due to piracy. Like some idiots in a small boat are going to attack the largest warship in the world?  Anyway... we steamed across the ocean and arrived at Diego Garcia, one of the tiniest little islands in the middle of no where, and we spent a few days there as well.

Diego Garcia didn't have much going for it but they had a liquor store, a club (along with other recreational activities) and beaches. All sorts of beaches but most were off limits due to the fact that if you got too far away you were going to be swept away into nothingness... when i saw the movie Castaway with Tom Hanks I thought of Diego Garcia only I never saw a 'tall' spot on that island.

Diego Garcia, B.I.O.T - 1986

I remember a handful of us going to the enlisted club, which was packed beyond belief, and finding a table to sit at to enjoy some cold beer and watch music videos (it was all the rage in 1986) on large projection TVs. Imagine my surprise when I hear a female voice calling out my name... 15,000 miles from anywhere and a pretty girl walks up and starts making small talk with me.  My shipmates were pretty jealous. I don't know how many women were stationed at DG but there weren't THAT many and there were 5000 visiting sailors looking to meet them.  It turned out that I knew several people from technical school who were stationed there and we bought some party beverages at the liquor store and set out to have a beach party.  Somehow, during the fun and excitement, I lost my wallet with my Navy ID--which means I couldn't get back on the ship without having my division officer come down and vouch for me. That *never* goes over well.


 Our voyage continued as we operated throughout the Indian Ocean making anchorages off the coast of Oman a couple of times. We were reconnoitered randomly by the Indian Navy and the Soviet Navy -- which gave us something to do on those LONG and boring shifts. Twelve on, twelve off day after day with breaks only when we had a port visit. But that's not really accurate either because there was a long and drawn out "turn over" and subbing in for meals so you could end up working 14-18 hours a day.  It's not like there was a lot to do besides work.

 We anchored off the coast of Karachi, Pakistan around the 7th of November. Now I've smelled bad things in my life - the big landfill in New London CT that we used to visit to bring our big trash items, the Hong Kong harbor and the Pasig River in Manila, Philippines. All of those things left indelible memories in my mind. But none of that could rival the horrid stench that hung like a cloud over the entire city of Karachi. We could smell it when we were still 12 miles from shore. I can't even begin to imagine what living in that city would be like -- raw sewage, dead animals, industrial waste. I don't even think any combination of those could create such an unholy smell. At any rate, it's not even worth mentioning as they canceled liberty in that city (if it was ever really on the table).

Carl Vinson at anchor, Kenya 1986

 Later in November we did a port visit to Mombasa, Kenya. I had four days to wander around and get into trouble.  For a few weeks ahead of our visit to Mombasa there was a lot of information being passed around "officially" about what to expect and what to beware of.  We were all given Malaria preventive treatment along with general warnings about prostitution and AIDS. The closer we got to Africa the more vociferously they warned us until the day before our arrival we all thought you could catch AIDS by looking at someone in skimpy clothing (okay, that's an exaggeration).

A road in Mombasa, Kenya

I had a couple of interesting "adventures" while on liberty in Africa. I met some nice guys on the beach who posed for a couple pictures and I met a guy, a legitimate looking Massai warrior, who was *NOT* excited about me taking his photo.  I don't know if he was a scam artist trying to prey on tourists or if he was seriously upset that I "stole his spirit" with my camera but he *did* chase me down the beach and through the center of a resort hotel lobby.

Guys willing to pose for photos in Mombasa

I also had the sad experience of meeting lepers begging in the street. They were sad and pitiful and downright scary. It's still hard to image people suffering like that  living in the streets begging for their survival.

Some of us went to lunch in a 'fancy' restaurant (complete in doors with no beggars or prostitutes approaching your table) where I ordered something called a "steak sandwich". To this day I have no idea what it was but it was tough as shoe leather and about as tasty.

Tourist Trap - Kenya Style

When we were off the coast of Africa a female diplomat, I think it was the Ambassador, came aboard via Helo and when she stepped off the helo she slipped on the flight deck because it was greasy and in poor condition. We all got a chewing on even though we worked in communications and not on the flight deck but we did head back to Diego Garcia for a safety stand down and ship maintenance period where,I believe, they had to strip the nonskid surface and then lay down a new deck coating.

Then we headed to Fremantle, Australia -- probably my most memorable and favorite port visit during my entire Navy career.  We celebrated Christmas while anchored offshore - actually, since I didn't have duty I went ashore with my dirty civilian clothes to find a self service laundry.  While finishing up I was approached by an Aussie family who chatted me up and eventually invited me to their home for Xmas dinner.  I was really floored by their hospitality and I was amazed at their living conditions -- they had wild animals living in their home including the cutest little baby kangaroo that was rescued when it's mother got hit by a car. Roos in Australia are like deer in the US, only worse.  Most of the cars I saw had what they call "Roo bars" on the front to protect them from roo strikes.

These people were super nice to me and even let me call my father back home in Michigan. It cost something like $7 or $9 a minute to call back home on a pay phone so this was a special treat.

I have to say, virtually everyone I met in Australia was extremely nice; except some of the guys in the bars / pubs. They didn't particularly care for the onslaught of American sailors (and Marines). But the women were very attracted to American men because, as they said, we were so much nicer to them.

I'm still hunting for the photos I took while in Fremantle. I know I have some but I've not been able to find them.

After Australia we headed north and went back to Singapore before returning to the Philippines in mid-late January of 1987.

Somehow, I managed to tell a long story that doesn't have much meaning and little to do with what inspired me to write about my experiences while attached to the Carl Vinson in 1986. However, it was a long and lonely voyage, although we obviously had plenty of opportunity to get out there and meet new people. Still, at the end of the day, it was a ship filled with lonely guys -- decades before the internet and facebook could be leveraged to connect with family.  So many young, single guys pining for their girlfriends looking for any kind of distraction to pass the time -- and along came Abby.

Yard sale bargains... not.

Sometimes junk is just junk.

Trivia for the day...

Found this in my toolbox. Haven't used one of these in at least 15 years.

Dollar store Ranch Dressing = Not the same thing as 'real' store Ranch Dressing

I really can't say too much about this but, listen, if your mom comes to town and goes shopping at the dollar store (or one of those off the wall grocery stores no one you knows about (or is willing to admit to going to) like Aldi's) and she brings home some "oh, it's just the same as..." Ranch dressing -- I just want you to know that, NO, it is NOT "just the same as" anything.

This is more like the ranch you get at some goofy restaurants that serves you on paper plates and a spork.  They buy their shit in bulk though, not in 16 oz bottles.

Hell, even my dogs can tell the difference between "Riverton Valley Ranch" and "Hidden Valley Ranch". As evidenced by the photos, below.

 I prepared two bowls - 1 with a hotdog and Riverton Valley Ranch (left) and one with Hidden Valley Ranch (right).

Then I tried to put the bowl with Hidden Valley on the floor first... i barely got the bowl 6 inches from the floor and the two labrador retrievers, Momo (A/S/L - 2, Female, Left) and Rufio (11, Male, Right) charged at the bowl and started licking it like mad.

Then I put the bowl of Riverton Ranch and hotdogs (same brand) on the floor and neither dog would even acknowledge it much less eat it.

So there it is, no one wants to eat Riverton Valley Ranch dressing. No One.

Inversion layer? I dunno.

Perversion layer

I saw these clouds off to the west and I thought the line looked really cool -- to my eye.  But my smartphone didn't do it justice, sadly.

I left my pocket camera in the house so I was shit out of luck for this shot.

By the time I got home the western skyline had already cleared and it wasn't interesting at all. :(

Cottony clouds... Omaha... 6/17/15

Just some puffy clouds today... we were supposed to get rain. Didn't see any.

Press button to call guard.

.... good luck.

Fish from the pond.

Everyone comes running when it's time for dinner.

My cat makes an appearance. He's pretty shy.

And it looks like he's the big fish in a small pond.

I have to pluck some of these small guys out. The goldfish were breeding last year and now there's too many of them now.

Tiny flowers

These awesome tiny flowers were growing out on the edge of the yard... I tried to transplant them before cutting the grass but they didn't make it.  I really like them and I'm sad that I killed them.

This is date night circa 2015

Fun night out with the girlfriend

- I've been crabbing about this kind of thing for about 6 years now... it's been going on longer than that but these days it's like an epidemic.  This is a date night for two young people in Omaha, Nebraska circa 2015.  I remember being young and in love and not being able to take my eyes off my girl. Forget about being handsy.  I imagine they're flirting with each other SnatchChat or some other mindless mobile app. Reminds me of that move with hot young Sandra Bullock and Sylvester Stallone having virtual sex. At least they could look at each other.

Pond photo -- after heavy rains.

Pond photo.

Omaha Summer Arts Festival - June 2015

I took a short trip down to the Omaha Summer Art Festival last weekend. I didn't take very many photos. I just don't know why I don't feel like taking pictures any more. It's depressing.  I used to enjoy taking 'street' photos of interesting people.  I did find this guy with his two basket dogs.

Now I... I know we're not in Kansas!

Please ask before photographing our Art!

Over the years, I've had a couple of people give me grief about taking photos down at the art festival. For some reason they don't understand that when you set up outdoors in a public street you can't stop people from taking whatever photos they want.  I do *not* get confrontational and typically don't even bother making a point of taking photos of their 'art' unless I feel like it's junk to begin with.  I *did* let one woman get under my skin a couple years ago and intentionally took pictures  I did manage to grab a couple 'illegal' photos of Art without being arrested or beaten up. I guess it was my lucky day.

"Illegally" photographed Art!

 I do have to admit, some of the art was pretty good.

Hats, hats, and more hats.

I like these Owls.

These owls were pretty cool, too.

 

 

Food truck. Pepsi. No Coke.

Not a really big crowd.