Saturday, October 14, 2017

Movie night: Blade Runner 2049

Young son and I had a movie night tonight since the Missus is doing her annual Fright Fest gig at 6 Flag Magic Mountain.

Young son has been anxiously awaiting the arrival of "Blade Runner 2049" and now that it's in the theaters we were off to see the show.




For those who know our family history, we dined at "Cousins" before the show, so we got a great start.   The original "Blade Runner" is a major favorite for YS and a good movie in my book too.  He has the original version, the extended version, the director's cut, and who knows what other versions of the original movie.

This movie takes place 30 years after the original movie in a dystopian future with an L.A. that is in constant rain and something that looks like snow but might be ash falling.  Ryan Gosling (who just happens to look like Older son) is a replicant LAPD officer sent to run down and kill renegade fellow replicants.   The movie is dark, atmospheric, thoughtful, slow but not dull and with occasional bursts of violent action  The music is perfect for the dark themes in the movie. 

I found it to be mesmerizing but it was a good thing that the Missus wasn't with us; she can't sit still in a slow-moving movie like this.   Without revealing too much, the ending was both sad and hopeful.

Young son and I both give it 4 out of 4 stars.  And yes, you need to have seen the original before you see this one if you want to have a smidgen of a clue why what is happening, is happening.


Sunday, October 1, 2017

"What Was Lost Is Now Found"

In October of last year the Missus was complaining that she was getting so skinny that her engagement ring was trying to slip from her finger.

 We thought no more about it until early in November after returning from an evening walk she exclaimed in dismay that her engagement ring was no longer on her finger!

When we were on the walk, I thought I heard something 'ting' as we were crossing an intersection.  I had looked down at the street at the time but didn't see anything.   After she told me about the missing ring, I retraced our route but didn't see anything.  I tried again the next day but still didn't find it.

We put up signs in the neighborhood, visited the Sheriff's office in case someone found it and turned it in and I even went to the local pawn shop and notified them to call me if someone brought it in but no luck.

I was still working at the city at that time and the sewer guys told me that they found lots of jewelry in the sewers when cleaning them out which they promptly took to the local pawn shop.  Wonder if that is why Ed Norton stuck with being a sewer worker instead of getting a job with Ralph's bus line?  But I digress...

This afternoon the Missus suddenly called that she had good news to share.  She was busy putting up Halloween decorations around the house and when she pulled one of them out its box, her engagement ring was attached to the decoration!  The decoration hangs from a large spring and that is what her ring was attached to.  How did that happen?   Poltergeists perhaps?  It was a Halloween decoration after all.

What was lost is now found, so the line in the song "Amazing Grace" goes, and it was amazing that the ring showed up again!

Never despair, what is lost may be found again, whether it is a ring or something else less tangible.   I am a believer now. 

Sunday, September 24, 2017

The Grouch family visits the fair

the Missus, young daughter, young son, and I visited the Los Angeles county fair on its final weekend the past Saturday.

Unfortunately for the other fair-goers in our group, I checked my company phone just before we were ready to leave to drive to the fair and discovered that a titanic career-ending calamity had occurred the night before (not that I plan to have a career with this company, but still..) which put me firmly in the grouch zone.

I pretty much steamed all the way to the fair but managed to leave it behind when we got there.  When we checked in to buy our tickets, the nice lady somehow spotted the Missus and I to be seniors so we got in for free.  Young daughter used her military ID and the ticket lady was happy to use my retired military ID to get young son in, so none of us had to pay!

We needed to rent a wheel chair for the Missus as she has stress fractures in her foot and isn't supposed to walk.  Thus the point of today's rant and roll.  The fair was mobbed, really mobbed, and about 99% of the people there ware completely oblivious to the Missus in her wheelchair.  Trying to get through the crowd, both outside and in the exhibit buildings was a real effort.  People just didn't see us and would walk in front of us as we were wheeling along, or stop short, or a group of people would block the entire aisle and not register that the wheelchair with the Missus was trying to come through.

All of that grief was balanced though by the few saints who held doors open for us, stepped out of the way, or held back others so we could come through.  God bless them, one and all!  It opened our eyes to what the wheelchair bound must put up with.

The kids rode a few rides, we ate lots of mega-expensive food, young son and the Missus went into the Lorikeet experience where YS was mobbed by the tiny buggers who pecked him over and made it into a love fest.  Birds just seem to like him!

We ended up by seeing the vintage trains and then headed home.  The line waiting to come in at 5:30 in the afternoon had to be a hundred yards long.  The group Chicago was playing on the stage in the evening so perhaps that was the draw.

We've been to the fair before with the children when they were small, and hopefully we'll get to go one more time before we move out of California.


There's nothing like a fair for fun!

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Outlander - the TV series

The Missus is a devotee of the "Outlander" book series.  She has read each and every one and reveled in the kilt and heaving bosom plot lines.  When Starz started showing the video version of the books, she turned up her nose at it when she viewed a preview.  "That is no Jamie" she sniffed about the leading kilt-man.

The other day I realized that the first episode is available on the On-Demand app on our cable system and best of all, it is free so we watched it.

I thought it was all right and the Missus enjoyed it but no Starz channel for us.  Los Angeles County library to the rescue!   They have both season 1 and season 2 on DVD so we now have the first 6 episodes waiting to be watched.

(None of this is going to make any sense to those who don't have a passing familiarity with the story line)

In the show, the husband of Claire in 1945  (Frank) seems to be a decent chap:  loving, drives a cute MG convertible, adores his wife, served in the Army during the war (as did Claire).  His failings?  Well he is a history professor so he loves to research the past and explore old ruins.  If he isn't careful, he'll become an old ruin himself someday.  Claire seems to be hoping for something more exciting in a man.

And, when visiting Scotland what do you know but she is transported through time to 1743 Scotland!  Where she meets men in kilts!  Brawny men with muscles!  And claymores!  And have Scots accents!   And, she is rescued by a young brawny man with muscles who is wearing a kilt and wielding a claymore in her defense.

Pretty much everything husband Frank up in 1947 isn't.   I saw once again that the cut goes between exciting and dependable.    Women say they want dependable but they desire exciting.  

It can be tough being the dependable one.  Hang in there Frank, she'll come back to you eventually.

Monday, September 4, 2017

Walkin' in L.A.

This story actually started a couple of years ago when the Missus won a walking tour of Los Angeles at a silent auction fundraiser for a local repertory theater (now sadly defunct).  We all know that 'no one walks in L.A.', at least according to the song but we and 12 of our friends were eligible for a guided 4 hour walking tour of downtown Los Angeles.

Actually, it was a compact section of downtown, because downtown L.A. is pretty darn big.  What we we were to see were historic buildings, many of them now re-purposed into office buildings and lofts.

The amount of construction and renovation going on in the downtown area was amazing.  Energetic young people are swarming to downtown L.A. and bringing their money with them.  It is great to see the city coming back to life.

We saw many structures but I only photographed a few that I hadn't documented previously.

Our group (9 was all we could round up) met in at Pershing Square on a beautiful Saturday in May with our guide and we set off.



Our intrepid group getting the low-down from our tour guide before we set off

The Subway building, now an office building.  Not the Red Line, but a previous subway that ran trolleys underground into downtown.  This was the terminus in downtown

The guide said that the terminal was mobbed during WW2, the height of its popularity



One of the street level windows in the terminal showing a trolley and passengers

A trolley entering the tunnel outside of downtown L.A.

Here is an excellent write up on the original subway and the interior which we didn't get to see:



We found this Fiat 500 behind the Bradbury building.  Since Young Son is a proud owner of a red Fiat 500 Turbo Sport, we needed his picture with this version.  How anyone could fit in that car is a mystery...


Pretty much the whole day we were downtown this CH54 Skycrane was hard at work lifting things to the top of a building.  It was quite loud and echoed a lot.

The former headquarters of SoCal Edison.  Lots of marble and art, all in a cool, hushed setting

http://wikimapia.org/8654533/One-Bunker-Hill-Southern-California-Edison-Building

A mural of water being brought to the city (I think)

The central library, always a favorite of mine.  I love the quote

Politically incorrect murals involving the founding of California and Los Angeles.  I imagine it won't be long before they are shrouded or taken down all together.  The library and the murals are a treat and should be seen





After our tour ended we headed to Clifton's a fixture in Los Angeles for decades and decades.

Clifton's has to be experienced at least once when living or visiting Los Angeles:



the building has three levels of tables available with the food served on the ground floor.  It was mobbed at lunch time but emptied out by 1 p.m.

The second floor


Amazingly life-life taxidermy on display!




We finished our giant lunch and headed back to Pershing square, foot-sore but happy.  It was a great walking tour and highly recommended.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

The Grouch goes flying! Part III


After my flight in the T-6 was done Young Daughter treated me to viewing some other warbirds from a competing group known as the Collings Foundation.  Their planes arrived the same weekend as the CAF's B-29 and let me tell you, the CAF boys were not happy about it.  They explained to me that the Collings foundation is much better funded than the CAF and having them show up at the same time as 'Fifi' was pulling potential revenue away from the CAF's efforts.  I was told that they lose over $100k a year flying Fifi based on revenue for rides v. operating costs.

Young Daughter and I were able to view many planes and actually climb aboard the B-24 and B-17.

The B-24 holds a place in my heart because my father was a Norden bombsight tech during WW2 and although fortunately never leaving the U.S. flew frequently in bombers as part of his technical duties.  I had a picture one time of a B-24D that he flew in.  He told a tale of causing a B-24 to sit back on its tail when he walked to the back while it was sitting on the ground.  Since the plane was empty his weight was enough to tip it back!

the B-24 never received the publicity that its competitor the B-17 received.  The B-17 crews called the '24 'the crate the B-17 was shipped in' due to its plain looks.  It lacked the ruggedness of the '17 but it could fly further, faster, than its more glamorous competitor.  It excelled at long distance missions over the Pacific and the Atlantic patrolling for submarines and surface ships.

Actor James Stewart flew more than a dozen missions as a pilot of a B-24 over Germany and suffered from PTSD for the balance of his life.  He went on to become a Brigadier General in the USAF reserve, finishing his career with at least one B-52 mission of North Vietnam.  That is when Hollywood stars were real men!

A truck salesman that I knew when I worked in Chicago was a flight engineer in a '24 near the end of WW2. Because the fuel tanks leaked on the plane when descending to land, the bomb bays (which rolled up like garage doors) were opened first to vent the plane of the gas fumes.  His job was to go back on the narrow walkway to inspect that all was copacetic before they started the landing.  He wore no parachute as there was no room to squeeze through the confines of the plane.   As he stood on the catwalk the plane lurched and his foot slipped and he was left hanging on dangling over the abyss.  He managed to pull himself back up and in and reported back to the pilot that all was good.  The pilot snarled at him 'G-damn it, what took you so long'?!



A beautiful P-51 painted as one of the 50s Air Guard Mustangs.  It was configured with a second seat where the fuselage fuel tank would be to give a lucky person a ride.

B-25, another WW2 fav of mine.  I've liked them since I saw the movie "30 Seconds Over Tokyo" as a kid.  Great flying scenes.  The '25 was a workhorse of North Africa, Italy, and the Pacific.


The B-24.  A later model than the one my father flew in, this one has a power nose turret which forced the bombardier to crawl under the turret to use the bomb-sight.  Later in the war, the use of the bomb-sight was abandoned and all planes in the formation dropped their bombs when the lead ship did.  There was no accuracy and massive civilian casualties resulted.

Oxygen tanks for the crew, looking forward to the flight deck.

Young Daughter contemplating the belly ball turret.  At 5'4" she didn't think she would be able to fit in it.

The waist gun view of the B-17





Here's that catwalk I mentioned!
The flight deck and flight engineer's position when not manning the top turret.


the B-17.  I used to watch these planes weekly in the TV show, "12 O'Clock High".  A childhood friend's father was a bombardier for  a '17, was shot down over Germany and spent the rest of the war in a POW camp.  To me, he was just my friend's dad.

The Bombardier position in a '17 was a lot more spacious than in the later B-24s.  Not much protection from German fighters making their favorite head-on attack except a single .50 gun in the nose.  Another gun is positioned on each side of the nose to deal with passing fighters.  I wonder how many friendly planes in the formation took hits from other U.S. planes in the excitement and fear of leading a German fighter hurling through the formation?

The loneliest positions in a bomber.  In a previous job I met a fellow employee who had been a tail gunner in a B-52D during the Christmas raids over North Vietnam.  25 years later he still spoke in hushed tones of seeing B-52s on fire dropping from the formation.  Another 'greatest generation' but sadly much under appreciated.

Saturday, August 5, 2017

Movie Review: "Their Finest"

We've been wanting to see the new movie "Dunkirk" that is getting outstanding reviews.  Young Son saw it and gave it four stars.  We hoped to see it last night, but as usual my 12 hour a day job (I love my job!) prevented me from getting home in time to see it.

Instead we rented "Their Finest" a British comedy from 2016 about the making of a propaganda movie about Dunkirk (see the connection?) that against all odds, turns into a touching story of heroism and love about Dunkirk - and the movie is too.

The heroism is demonstrated by the unstoppable Mrs. Cole who powers through the male dominated movie making biz and the bureaucratic obstacles of the Ministry of Propaganda to help write the successful script for the movie.



It was a funny movie in a sophisticated way with a nice developing love story, some pathos, and a triumph.  I loved the Welsh accent of Catrin Cole being someone who is courious about the origins of peoples's accents.  I had seen this movie advertised on PBS during the series "Home Fires" where another woman had the same accent which I couldn't identify.   Mystery solved.

https://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/their_finest_2017




We enjoyed it and I recommend it.  It was a fun night of movie watching but we still need to see "Dunkirk".   If nothing else, I'd like to see how it compares with the 1958 version that I saw on late-night TV many years ago.