Sunday, December 22, 2019

Working hard for egg nog


I had a hankering for some Dean's Egg Nog, the brand I've loved since childhood, and I knew they stocked it at the local Dollar General store.

But when I headed for the car, I thrust my hand into my left front pants pocked and discovered my keys weren't there. A quick review told me they were almost certainly locked in the shed, where I had stashed some items that were taking up space in the kitchen.

But the only key to the padlock on the shed doors is on my keyring and almost all of the tools I need to break into the shed were, likewise, locked inside the shed.

I finally decided the only solution was to take the hinges off of one of the doors, but of course, my impact driver reamed out the grooves on a couple of the 14-year-old hinge screws. I finally was able to back it out with channel locks and, voila, there were my keys on the Craftsman multi-drawer tool chest.

With Maria's help, I screwed the hinges back into place and, hoping that Dollar General still had some Dean's Egg Nog, I headed downtown.

My luck was in and I scored the last two quarts in the cooler.

Sunday, December 15, 2019

Makes me happy


It makes me happy to have my collection of cowboy china on display again. We packed it away in the summer of 2017 when we prepared to move home to Indiana after a decade in Arkansas.

It remained in boxes and the china cabinet stayed in our storage unit until this week.

Maria repainted the interior of the cabinet and I installed three puck lights to illuminate the top shelf. I'm missing a bunch of saucers, but I'm confident they're in a box somewhere in the house.

I first encountered Wallace china with the cattle brands around the rim in restaurants in Wyoming when my parents took me to Yellowstone National Park in the summer of 1956 and got serious about collecting the genre when I found some on Ebay.

Maria was on vacation this week and we spent the last seven days on projects to bring our house back to full functionality after renters abused it for nine years. The upstairs was a mess - they let their dogs use the carpet for a toilet and the carpet was full of fleas.

We set up our king size bed in the dining room and put the dining room table in the living room while we struggled to set things right. With Austin's help, we moved the bed upstairs to a properly appointed bedroom last Sunday. Maria undertook the Herculean task of pulling the carpet staples out of two stairways on Monday and we moved the dining room table to the dining room and unfurled a new rug in the living room. Later in the week, I hitched up the trailer and we brought the china cabinet and a dresser home from storage and retrieved the buffet as well, along with the table linens I inherited from my mother.

Friday, November 15, 2019

Pete - seven years gone


We said goodbye to our beloved Pete, our first Aussie, seven years ago today.

Pete was the victim of faulty DNA, specifically a hereditary liver problem. His liver failed and his abdomen filled with fluid, putting pressure on all of his internal organs.

He died just a few days after his seventh birthday - much too young. He was a sweet sensitive boy and we loved him dearly.

Sunday, November 03, 2019

Come on, winter


I've kinda gone nuts over Duluth Trading Co. clothing, especially after my stepson Austin Dunbar (whose birthday is today) showed up in a pair of fire hose pants his employer gave him.

In the past couple of weeks, I've bought two pairs of fire hose pants. And yesterday I bought a pair of fleece-lined fire hose pants and this ultra-cool infantry-style sweater.

Bring it on, winter. I'm ready.

Thursday, October 31, 2019

Happy 49th, Steve


It's hard to believe my son Steve is 49 years old today.

As far as I'm concerned, this is not Halloween, it's Steve Flora Day.

Monday, October 14, 2019

Fire Hose Pants


My son Austin, who has a job as a garage door installer, was here over the weekend sporting a pair of Duluth Trading Co. Fire Hose Pants.

His employer outfitted all of his crew with a pair and I was very very impressed.

So I drove over to the Duluth Trading Co. store on the far eastside of Noblesville this morning and found a pair to my liking that are a perfect fit. This is made even more exciting by the fact that, instead of my usual 40x28 size that I've worn for more than 20 years, I can fit into 38x28.

Thank you very much Trulicity - a once-weekly injectable drug that my doctor prescribed for diabetes that also suppresses appetite.

The pants fit perfectly, feel great and look pretty good.

Saturday, October 05, 2019

Remembering Mom


My mother, Eileen I. Flora, left us on this date in 2000. Here she is in my Honda del Sol, out for a jaunt with the top off. I think she kinda liked it.

Friday, October 04, 2019

Somebody got some firewood today


We awoke Monday morning to find this 15-foot-long, 9-inch-wide limb had fallen off of the maple tree at the end of our driveway.

I offered it for free on the local garage sale Facebook page to anyone who wants it and it disappeared this morning.

Monday, September 16, 2019

Winners, winners, chicken dinners!


The Floras did pretty well at the Hoosier State Press Association's Better Newspaper Contest last Saturday.

Maria, The Lebanon Reporter’s assistant editor, earned first place for best news coverage under deadline pressure in both divisions, with “Warmoth removed” in Lebanon and “Family sues man charged in son’s death” in Zionsville.

Working as a freelance correspondent, I won a first place for best portrait with “Double Portrait” and a third for best multiple picture group for “Dog day at the Christmas tree farm,” both for the Lebanon paper.

Here's the portrait:

Monday, September 09, 2019

40 years ago today

Forty years ago today, I got my first taste of real disaster reporting.

At 3:29 p.m. Sept. 9, 1969, a student pilot from Indianapolis named Bob Carey, flying a Piper Cherokee, collided with Allegheny Airlines flight 853 southwest of Indianapolis. Carey and the 82 passengers and crew aboard the DC-9 jet airliner died in the resulting crash.

The jetliner came down in a soybean field about 100 yards north of the Shady Acres mobile home park near London, in Shelby County just as a school bus was unloading children. Even though debris peppered the mobile homes and some aircraft parts punched holes in trailer sides, no one on the ground was hurt.

I was a couple of years into my career at The Indianapolis News at the time. I got a call at home almost immediately and was at the crash site within an hour of the impact.

The authorities were slow to control the crash scene, making it possible for me and several other reporters and photographers to roam at will, including through the soybean field which was drenched with kerosene jet fuel.
The sight was grisly beyond imagining. The plane disintegrated upon impact and the force of those thousands of pieces of metal shredded everything it their path. I walked that field for at least a couple of hours. The sun set at 7:04 p.m. and I finally left the field when it became too dark to see where I was stepping.

In all that time, I didn’t see a single intact body – just scores of arms, legs, feet still in shoes, hands, the back of a man’s head, the contents of luggage and hundreds of dollars in cash. I touched nothing. Neither did any of my colleagues.

As I drove to the scene, I’d wondered how I would react to the carnage I was sure to encounter. Would I be overwhelmed? Would it get queasy, or worse?

As it turned out, I felt a cautious kind of detachment. Looking at those body parts, I couldn’t conceive of them ever having been part of living, breathing human beings. It was as if someone had strewn a truckload of plastic body parts through the bean field.

It was estimated that 12 seconds elapsed between the collision and the jetliner’s impact with the ground. The passengers had a full 12 seconds to notice the jolt of the collision, the rolling of their plane to the left into an inverted attitude and the plunge to earth. That’s the horror that creeps me out the most.

Their deaths must have been virtually painless.

I think about the crash and that soybean field every September and every time I fly.

I’ll think about it in a couple of weeks when I fly to Portland for my son’s wedding and realize that I’ve seen something none of my fellow passengers will never see – what happens when an aluminum tube full of people falls out of the sky.

Dan McGlaun, a private pilot, has an online analysis of the crash and its circumstances, including several of my photos. It’s at http://www.mcglaun.com/1969.htm
Going strictly by the statistics, flying is still safer than driving and nowhere nearly as risky as motorcycling. But I much prefer the measure of control I have on my bike to the helpless feeling of being a passenger on a jetliner.

Wednesday, September 04, 2019

Mystery solved


I've had this certificate for several years and always supposed my grandfather Irvin M. Flora was appointed Carroll County Treasurer to fill a vacancy through death or resignation.

Turns out he was elected in November, 1928 and this is a document signed by Gov. Ed Jackson certifying the results of the election. Thanks to Carroll County Historian Mark Alan Smith for tracking down the details for me.

Grandpa Flora died in June, 1945 at the age of 72. He died about a month before I was born, so I never knew him.

Thursday, August 29, 2019

Never again. Maybe.


Maria and I spent last Saturday photographing the wedding of one of her brother's older daughters up in north central Indiana.

We started about 9 a.m. and shot about 1,800 images by the time we quit at 4 p.m. We were in action almost constantly except for about a 15-minute lunch break. We did it for free as a wedding gift to the couple. Maria is also finishing up a quilt for them.

The church and reception hall were very dark. We refuse to use flash during the ceremony, so it was a bit of a challenge getting sharp, properly exposed images. I ended up having to correct the color balance in most of the ceremony photos.

We've both out of practice and a bit out of shape, so we were pretty worn out by the time we finished the reception. (See photo)

And we both agree that this is the last wedding we're going to shoot. I thought I was done after we shot the wedding of a neighbor's son in Arkansas about 5 years ago, but I was wrong.

I have a sneaking feeling Maria will commit us to photographing the wedding of the girl's twin sister.

My memory card reader malfunctioned a day after I successfully downloaded my Compact Flash card's 850 wedding images. I lost some photos I shot for a newspaper story, but was able to re-shoot a couple of days later. It would have been a major disaster to lose those wedding photos.

Friday, August 16, 2019

Not worried


I planted morning glories all along the fence in late May expecting them to form a privacy screen.About 1 seed in 5 sprouted and I saw the first two blooms yesterday morning. I posted a picture and explanation on Facebook and got a flurry of comments from horrified friends who warned that morning glories grow and spread like crazy and are very hard to get rid of.

We had morning glories on our fence in Arkansas and they seemed pretty well behaved, so I'm not worried.

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Remembering L.T. Browm


Larry "L.T.” Brown was a copy editor at The Indianapolis News who created and wrote The Bar Beat column in the late 1970s.

L.T. was a world class eccentric and, like most good copy editors, was a storehouse of obscure and arcane knowledge and talents.

Always friendly and helpful, he made every reporter look a little better through his careful editing.

His hobby was raising exotic chickens and he was a regular competitor in Indiana State Fair poultry shows.

Back when Roselyn Bakeries was having problems meeting health department standards, he kept a rubber rat in a Roselyn bag on his desk.

Since Brown is a common name, he distinguished himself in the Indianapolis telephone directory by having his home phone listed as "Xanavana Brown."

I seem to recall that he was a Vietnam veteran. He died of a heart attack at a convenience store on a Memorial Day holiday weekend in the late 1990s.

Thursday, August 01, 2019

One more reminder of the renters gone. Good riddance!


When we moved back into our Thorntown house in August, 2017, I was annoyed to see that the renters had left this satellite TV dish attached to the south side of the house.

It was particularly annoying because we tried a year of satellite TV back in the early 2000s and dropped it when the introductory rate expired, mainly because the signal always crapped out in heavy weather. I used my dad's old wooden extension ladder to unbolt that dish from the house and put the dish out for the trash guys.

I would have done the same when we found the new dish attached, but my dad's ladder - which we left in the utility shed - was nowhere to be found. Thanks again, renters.

But thanks to my son Steve's generosity, I now find myself with a cool collapsible aluminum ladder that is plenty tall enough to reach the dish mounting. So I undid the three 13 mm bolts yesterday afternoon and, voila, the dish tumbled to the ground. Here it is, ready to be hauled away tomorrow morning when the trash guys come.

Sunday, July 28, 2019

Thank you Steve and Austin!


The green mossy crud on the north side of our house has been a constant source of embarrassment for me ever since we moved back to Indiana two years ago.

I rented a pressure washer and cleaned it off a few weeks before we moved to Arkansas in 2007, but it came back with a vengeance over the next 12 years.

I acquired a pressure washer in Arkansas, but found the renters somehow made my dad's big wooden extension ladder disappear during their ruinous time in our house.

So when Steve gave me a $150 Amazon.com gift certificate for my birthday, I ordered this nifty ladder. (Turns out Steve has one just like it.)

My stepson Austin consented to pressure wash the side of the house for a reasonable fee and accomplished a cosmetic miracle in 90-degree heat this afternoon.

Now I don't have to cringe when I come home and see the side of the house.

There is still much to be done, but it's a good start.

Friday, July 26, 2019

Steve and friends


Here's my son Steve (on the right with his bass) and friends at Microsoft's 2019 "Inspire" conference at the Four Seasons Hotel Las Vegas on July 19.

Two observations: Steve is looking very fit and trim and it looks like thin neckties are back. I haven't had occasion to wear a tie for years, so I've been out of the loop for that part of men's fashions. They were thin when I was in high school and college, then widened substantially over the next couple of decades. I wish shawl collar sweaters would make a comeback.

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Wow! That was fast!

A little more than a week after I completed the final step in my Indiana Concealed Carry Permit application process, my CCW card is in my wallet.

My Arkansas CCW permit hadn't expired yet, but since I am no longer an Arkansas resident, there is some question about whether it would stand up to police scrutiny here, even though Indiana has reciprocity with Arkansas.

A new Indiana law providing for the issuance of lifetime CCW permits went into effect July 1, so I began the online application part of the process that day and got fingerprinted at the sheriff's office the next day. The final step was an interview with my local town marshal, which occurred July 8 and - wonder of wonders - my permit was approved four days later and it arrived in this morning's mail.

Other people who applied earlier this year for the 4-year license had to wait weeks.

Now I can go back to wearing my NRA vest with the holster pockets.

Monday, July 15, 2019

OK, but not audiophile quality


Anyone who knows me or follows this blog knows that I love music and I'm a sucker for good headphones. I have been since high school.

The Amazon Vine Program has allowed me to indulge this passion somewhat extravagantly. Thus far, I've reviewed five Bang & Olufsen models, culminating in the new H9 3rd generation 'phones, along with headphones from ZIK, FILI and this week the new Sony WH-XB900N wireless headphones with EXTRA BASS. They retail for $248 - not cheap but not terribly expensive either.

First and foremost, the sound: Not bad but not great either. As I suspected, the Extra Bass seems like a gimmick that will appeal to some listeners. It can be tweaked with a graphic equalizer in the supporting iPhone and Android app. In my case, I prefer to boost the high end and suppress the low end. Even so, they sound muddy to me, especially when you let the bass loose to grotesquely dominate the music.

They have some nice features, like ambient noise canceling, the ability to receive (but not make) smartphone calls, and the ability to use Google Assistant or Amazon Alexa via the built-in microphones. The packaging also says you can use them with Apple's Siri, but the enclosed documentation and the app give no clues how to link with Siri. I posed the question online and got instructions from Sony that I can't seem to make work. That said, I accidentally found myself talking to Siri once, but was unable to replicate the experience. So I know it can be done, it's just a trickier proposition than with the Google and Amazon helpers.

The advertised 30 hours of battery life and the ability to get a quick 10 minute charge for 60 minutes of listening time are nice features, especially for a long travel day. I also like the ability to instantly lower the volume and turn off noise canceling by covering the right earphone with the palm of my hand - very handy when you have a conversation thrust upon you.

I thought the sound quality was reasonably good until I did a side-by-side comparison with my Bang & Olufsen H9 3Gs. It became immediately clear that these are not audiophile headphones - OK for travel and walking around, but disappointing when it comes to serious listening. They can't compete with the B&O headphones for balance and clarity. Granted, they're only half the price of the H9 3G 'phones, but they're also only half as good, in my opinion.

Saturday, July 13, 2019

The retired writer in the sun


Here I am enjoying my morning coffee and my digital music library with my Bang & Olufsen H9 3G headphones on the back deck.

I'm testing a pair of Sony headphones for the Amazon Vine Program. They're half the $500 price of the B&O 'phones and about half as good.

Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Happy, healthy dogs


Thanks to the windfall escrow refund check, Jack and Dora are now caught up on their vaccinations, passed their heartworm tests and got their nails clipped.

That is a huge relief. They last saw a vet two years ago in Jonesboro, Ark.

Monday, June 24, 2019

Thank you, Lord!

Last night, I prayed for some kind of sign that God is working to ease our financial burdens.
I got the answer in today's mail.
It came in the form of a new mortgage coupon book lowering our monthly payment by 18.25%.
And a substantial check refunding escrow overpayments.

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

B.C. flashback


Marathon Oil Co. gas stations gave out B.C. comic strip-themed glassware and Fire King bowls and casseroles as premiums back in the late 1960s and early '70s.

My stepdaughter and her husband were cleaning out his house with the aid of my wife and this was among the castoffs that was just too cool for the dumpster.

Monday, June 03, 2019

The third of June

"It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty delta day..."

So begins the haunting Ode to Billy Joe by Bobbie Gentry, released about this time in 1967.

It still holds up 52 years later and, as I discovered yesterday, Bobbie Gentry is still with us - 76 years old living in seclusion in a suburb of Nashville, Tenn.

There are several bridges over the fabled Tallahatchie River in Mississippi and I've ridden a motorcycle over a few of them. None seemed high enough for a successful suicide.

The photo is from 2014.

Friday, May 31, 2019

4mm! Really!


I requested some new reading glasses from the Amazon Vine Program and they arrived this morning.

I was not prepared for how amazingly compact they are. The ThinOptics Brooklyn Computer Glasses + Milano Anodized Aluminum, Magnetic case are officially now my go-to reading glasses.

The lenses are polycarbonate with a light yellow tint to block harmful blue light radiation from computer monitors and cell phone screens. Mine are a +2.0 magnification, just like the readers I bought at the Walmart in Gillette, Wyo. in July, 2008 when I rode to the BMW MOA National Rally without packing my prescription reading glasses. Those Walmart readers have stood up to daily use for 11 years and are still like new. But they are big enough that they need a clunky hard shell case that makes an inconvenient lump in the front pocket of my pants or in a jacket pocket.

So here's why I love the ThinOptics readers - the anodized aluminum case is ONLY 4mm THICK! Really! And the case has a very strong magnetic base so I can park it on any ferrous metal surface.

They cost about $70, but the difference is well worth the investment.

Thursday, May 30, 2019

Happy birthday, Lisa


My beautiful, brilliant granddaughter Lisa is 15 years old today. She'll be driving soon. Good luck, Steve.

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

O, frabjous day! Calloo! Callay!


If you've followed this blog very long, you know that I'm kinda crazy about Bang & Olufsen audio products, especially when they're offered to me for review by the Amazon Vine Program.

I got my first set of B&O headphones - the H8 on-ear model - in February, 2015 and was instantly overwhelmed by their clarity, imaging and comfort. Then, in late 2017, just in time for Christmas, they sent me the H9 over-the-ear model, which was every bit as impressive as the H8.

Over the years, I've received and reviewed the wired H6 and Form 2i headphones, and the Beosound 2, Beoplay P6, P2, and S3 speakers.

When Bang & Olufsen introduced the improved H8i and H9i headphones, I was disappointed that they didn't offer either of them to me. I wondered if I was no longer a desirable Bang & Olufsen reviewer.

I shouldn't have worried.

I was overjoyed about 2 a.m. one night recently to find an offer for the H9 Third Generation headphones when I scanned my Vine offering list. I jumped on it and they arrived this morning.

They are every bit as impressive as their predecessors. They also have a button on the left earpiece that summons Siri on my iPhone and lets me give voice commands, like "where is the Orinoco River?" and "what is the weather forecast?" I didn't think I would use that feature, and then I started having a text message conversation with my wife and quickly became a believer.

O, frabjous day! Calloo! Callay!

Sunday, May 12, 2019

Ferris Fain from out of nowhere


Ferris Fain’s name popped into my mind sometime after midnight last night.

He played first base for the White Sox in 1953 and 1954 and I distinctly remember having this Topps baseball card.

My dad and I were White Sox fans in those days and my dad hardly ever missed listening to a game on the radio. Somehow the name of Ferris Fain stuck in my memory and reappeared an I lay half awake and half asleep.

I picked up my iPhone and Googled him to make sure it was a real memory. It was.

After he retired from baseball, he had a career as a homebuilder in California and did time for having a substantial marijuana growing operation in his home.

Saturday, May 04, 2019

Two out of three ain't bad


The Lebanon Reporter won three awards in its division of the Indiana Associated Press Managing Editors competition last night. And I won two of them.

To be fair, Sports Editor Will Willems won a first place for Best Spot News Sports Story.

My retelling of Daphne Cavin's story of love and loss in World War II took third place in the Best Feature Writing contest and my photo of Lori Schein winning the Republican nomination for judge won second place in the Best Spot News Photo competition.

It's the first time I ever won anything in a serious photojournalism contest with a photo shot with a smartphone. That would probably shock a few people if they knew.

Thursday, May 02, 2019

Arbeit adelt


Joe Biden recently talked about "the dignity of work."

That calls to mind "Arbeit adelt," the motto on the Reich Labor Service hewer in Nazi Germany. It means "work ennobles."

Just sayin'

Wednesday, May 01, 2019

Dora is 6 years old today


Dora was born six years ago today. Here she is (far right) with her littermates and their Mom Grace.

Monday, April 29, 2019

Grounded so far


I got this drone from the Amazon Vine Program back in mid-February, but I still haven't tested it because of the crappy weather we've had since then.

It seems it's either snowing or raining or too windy during the hours I can have semi-private access to the field across the street and this week looks like it will continue to be rainy and windy.

I'm hoping circumstances will improve in May and I can have some images and video to post here.

Saturday, April 27, 2019

New frontiers in selfie photography


Testing the AONLink waterproof cell phone pouch for the Amazon Vine Program.
It's clear plastic so you can shoot selfies in the shower.

Friday, April 26, 2019

My dad's old sign


When my dad was a young man in the 1930s, he worked for a time for the Federal Land Bank.

The Federal Land Bank is a system of banks that was established by President Woodrow Wilson in 1916 to aid farmers in rural communities. In the 2000s, the 12 banks that comprised the Federal Land Bank merged into what's called the Farm Credit System today. It was an important financial aid for farmers in the Great Depression.

The building where his office was situated from the '30s until 1956 has recently been renovated after it was discovered that there was an elaborate and historic opera house on the top floor that was boarded up and abandoned for 100 years. (Dad's office was on the second floor.) The renovation revealed several artifacts including this sign which had to come from my dad's office.

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

U-Haul


My stepdaughter and her husband are moving and are jettisoning a lot of unneeded stuff, including a big chunk of his extensive wardrobe.

Maria brought home three or four big boxes of clothes plus a big trash bag of apparel from a weekend visit to their new home.

This jacket was among the discards and I've taken an immediate liking to it, since the weather this morning was chilly (50°) drizzle. My son-in-law used to manage U-Haul stores and this is a leftover from that period. It's very cozy and stops the wind nicely.

Friday, April 19, 2019

The Flora team at work


I really enjoy working with Maria. We got a chance to collaborate Wednesday evening on coverage of a debate involving the three candidates for mayor of Lebanon.
Maria wrote the story and I shot the photos.

Thursday, April 04, 2019

Thursday afternoon anxiety attack

Jack and Dora escaped from the fenced back yard and were missing for about 45 minutes this afternoon - 45 minutes of extreme anxiety for Maria and me.

The neighbor kids said they saw them headed for the Big Four Trail that runs behind our property. I guessed that they would end up by the baseball diamonds in the park and, sure enough, that's where I found Jack. I took him home and kenneled him and went out to look for Dora.

I had just pulled into the park playground parking area when Dora came trotting up. I opened the car door and she jumped in, none the worse for wear.

Phew!

Try taking pills with tomato juice

Do you gag occasionally when taking pills? I used to frequently.

I tried taking them with Kefir and that was better but not good enough.

Then I discovered tomato juice. Even the biggest horse pills go down easily with tomato juice.

I figured it was just something peculiar to me until my son tried it when I was visiting him in Las Vegas earlier this year. He was so impressed that he suggested it to his wife and now she's a believer. They choose to use V-8, but as a medium for pills, there's no difference.

Try it and let me know what you think.

Monday, April 01, 2019

Still waiting


The Amazon Vine Program sent me this cool drone six weeks ago and I'm still waiting for decent weather for learning to fly it.

Friday, March 15, 2019

Feeling out of sorts


I'm still fighting the second - and worst - cold of the season and it's a nasty tenacious mofo.

I've been hacking and wheezing for more than two weeks and, of course, Maria caught it from me and is suffering too.

We've both been taking Mucinex and elderberry syrup and Maria is now on heavy-duty antibiotics trying to walk the delicate line between pneumonia/bronchitis and C-Diff. She tells me most of the people she sees on a daily basis have this or a similar bug, so our misery has lots of company.

The temperature got up to 72 yesterday - the warmest so far this year - but a rainy cold front has the temperatures back down to the mid-30s today. The Groundhog's prediction notwithstanding, this will be a late spring. (The Vernal Equinox is about 5:20 p.m. next Wednesday.)

They're back!

The turkey vultures are back, soaring through March Indiana skies, as they have for millennia.

I saw the first of them on March 8, which has been the return date for these harbingers of spring for as long as we've lived in our Thorntown house. They typically return to Indiana a few days before the Vernal Equinox – some returning to longtime roosts and others stopping in transit to roosts farther north.

Gazing out my office window on this chilly windy afternoon, I can see a couple of them soaring lazy circles over the houses a block to the west.

The turkey vulture is second in size only to condors and eagles in the ranking of North America's birds and is a common sight in Indiana.

Neil Sabine, associate professor of biology at Indiana University East at Richmond, has been studying turkey vultures since the mid-1990s. He's trapped more than 200 birds and marked them and collaborated with the U.S. Air Force on a study on turkey vulture strikes on jet aircraft.

Turkey vultures don’t kill anything. They won’t touch anything that isn’t dead. Besides that, they will pass on dead carnivores like dogs, cats and coyotes, preferring to dine on dead herbivores like sheep, goats and cattle.

The Cherokees called the turkey vulture the “peace eagle” because it soars like the predatory bird, but does not kill.

They are about 25 inches from end to end with a six-foot wingspan. The average adult turkey vulture weighs in at 6 pounds.

The annual return of turkey vultures to Indiana, Sabine said, is temperature-dependent.

“If we have a hard winter they'll stay south longer,” he said. “This year we had a colder winter so the birds will come late because they move based on availability of food.”

If their food sources are frozen, they can't, get at the interior of a dead animal because they have weak bills. They need a food source that is soft and available to them, he explained.

After wintering in South or Central America, they return to northern nesting areas in two waves – transitory birds that may stop over in Indiana for perhaps two or three weeks before moving on – and permanent residents that will nest and remain in one particular area throughout the warm weather months, leaving as winter approaches in November or December.

“Some resident turkey vultures will stay all winter and go just far enough south where warmer weather is accessible, just kind of shifting with the weather,” Sabine said.

“Others will go all the way across the Caribbean to South America. Most of the birds we're seeing are from southern Mexico. The turkey vulture has the largest distribution of any bird in the world,” he said, noting that the birds are still expanding their range northward, moving into Canada.

In connection with the Air Force study, Sabine said turkey vultures can attain an altitude of nearly 1,000 feet if thermal updrafts are sufficient.

Bill Kohlmoos, president of the Turkey Vulture Society, wrote on his web site (turkeyvulturesociety.wordpress.com) that they have a rich social life, like to play aerial tag, and will invite other roosts to join them if they find a particularly large meal.

In California, he said, they’ve even been known to tell condors about major feasts and guide them to the scene.

“One lady wrote us that she has built a small wooden tower-like feeder in her back yard and puts out food for her friends each day. One day she noticed that after eating their breakfast, the vultures had gone down to the lawn in her yard and six of them were in a circle around a soccer-size ball left on the lawn by her grandchildren. The vultures were hitting the ball back and forth to each other by butting it with their head and beak. Each day thereafter they played this game. And although there were four balls of different colors, they always picked the orange one.”

He also learned that turkey vultures are affectionate and often make good pets. “When a bird is injured and taken into rehab he will become emotionally attached to his handler and follow him around and watch him, much like a pet dog. They love to bring an object to a person and then play tug-of-war.”

“A lady in Southern California wrote that she and her husband would drive their car five miles from town and take a daily walk in the country with their dog. A turkey vulture would join them, soaring above and watching them. And then one day at home she broke a leg and the walks were not possible for a while. One day she was in her back yard on crutches and there was her turkey vulture sitting on the fence, waiting to say hello. He had found her in a town of 12,000 people!”

Turkey vultures are covered by an international migratory bird treaty that makes it a federal crime to kill or injure them or to possess one without the appropriate permit as a wildlife rehabilitator.

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Godspeed, Andy Clark


Indianapolis BMW Club member Andy Clark died yesterday morning in a fire at his home on the southwestside of Indianapolis.

Details are sketchy as the local news media doesn't seem to be very interested in the case. I've asked an old colleague of mine from The Indianapolis News days, who has lots of firefighting contacts, to see what he can turn up.

Andy had a brush with death nearly four years ago when he was injured in a motorcycle accident on U.S. 67, north of Spencer on April 4, 2015 as he was returning home.

He was critically injured when he was hit in the head by a spare tire that flew off of an oncoming horse trailer.

He was flown by LifeLine helicopter to Eskenanzi Hospital in Indianapolis with a head injury and breathing problems. His daughter Piper was taken to Bloomington Hospital to be checked out due to knee pain and swelling. She was released to her grandparents.

Jonathon Fishburn and his passenger, Angela, narrowly missed being hit by the same tire.

Doctors worked to reduce the swelling on his brain and to clear his lungs. As of 3:30 a.m. the next day, Andy had started to come out of a coma.

He spent several months in the hospital and rehabilitation but eventually recovered and returned to motorcycling.

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Who knew?

I take about a dozen pills during the course of an average day and swallowing them easily without choking is a problem sometimes.

Water doesn't work so well for me, so I tried milk and then kefir.

Then I tried tomato juice and discovered the pills go down easily and don't try to come back up.

I shared this discovery with my son Steve last week and he got good results with tomato juice and with V-8. He shared it with his doctor who said he'd pass it on.

Where I was last week


I got home Friday night from a delightful 7-day visit with Steve, Nicky and Lisa in Las Vegas.

They picked up the tab, including airfare, as a Christmas present to me and I'm deeply grateful.

Unfortunately, the weather was against us and it was warmer in Thorntown most of the week than it was in Vegas. Nevertheless, it was great fun.

One of the highlights of the visit was the Penn & Teller Show at the Rio Casino. Penn Jillette and Steve are friends. Penn is a pretty good jazz bass player and has taken a few lessons from Steve to improve his technique. He and a brilliant pianist named Mike Jones played the "show before the show."

Penn and Teller did a meet and greet in the lobby outside the theatre, which is where we shot this selfie.

Monday, January 28, 2019

46 years ago


I've made several scans of the Rolling Stones photos I shot on July 12, 1972 at the Indiana Convention Center, but never gave much attention to the handful of images I shot of the opening act - Stevie Wonder.

Here are a couple of the best shots.

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

CS6 Master Collection for $99


I lost Photoshop when the Dell folks had to wipe my hard drive late last year. I've been limping along with Affinity, wishing I could afford a new copy of Photoshop.

Then, last night I saw an ad on Facebook for the Adobe Creative Suite 6 Master Collection, on sale for $99 instead of the regular $499.

Out came the credit card and now I have the latest version of Photoshop, Acrobat, Illustrator, and a bunch of other programs that I know nothing about.

Woo-freaking-hoo!

Saturday, January 19, 2019

Back on the treadmill


I'm back in the gym, thanks for Humana Medicare Advantage and the Silver Sneakers program that gets me a free membership in the local YMCA.

I did 2 miles on the treadmill on Wednesday and would have done more after that if weather and freelance writing hadn't gotten in the way. Now we're in the middle of a winter storm with rain, freezing rain and snow that will curtail my travel for another day or two.

But it feels good to be in motion again.