Black April: The Fall of South Vietnam, 1973-75 by George J. Veith, 2011
reflections, ruminations, ramblings and rants on music, books, beer, politics, technology, media, family, etc, etc. from a retired old man, music collector, librarian, political observer, technology geek, veteran, history buff, beer enthusiast, sci-fi fan, obsessive mixtaper and former DJ. I've also gathered writings from the past several years posted in various social media platforms. This blog has become an editing tool for my writings and everything here is a work in progress.
Monday, July 30, 2018
Black April
Black April: The Fall of South Vietnam, 1973-75 by George J. Veith, 2011
Saturday, July 28, 2018
Never a Dull Moment 1971
Saturday, July 21, 2018
London Fog
London Fog: The Biography by Christine L. Corton, 2015
Read this book during a quick week in July 2018.
An interesting history of the phenomena of the classic London fog that began at the beginning of the industrial revolution and remained a part of the city's landscape until the clean air legislation of the 1960's.
The book really is two stories. One is the scientific, economic and social history of the fog in London created by industrial emissions, natural occurring mist and domestic heating fires that creeped into homes, public places, and everywhere in the city. The "pea soup". The other story is the literary and artistic history of the fog in novels and paintings and the impact of the fog on culture. The book contains many amazing illustrations too.
I enjoyed this book very much and I really liked all the literary references.
Sunday, July 15, 2018
Long Strange Trip
"So, yes, these are so called "classic rock" tunes but at this time and place they were fresh and new. Even the ability to have albums playing in your car on a road trip was new at the time. Cassette decks soon to be followed by 8 tracks. The oldest song here is the first one from 1969. The rest are all early 70s.
I had just finished a four year hitch in the Navy and wanted to drive down to New Orleans from Philadelphia for Mardi Gras 1974. A buddy of mine, who was living with me in a house I recently bought, went with me. This mix is based on the music we listened to from a box of cassette tapes.
It became a road trip from hell because of the oil/gas crises that developed from the Middle East war at the time. It didn't stop us but really slowed us down. Each time we stopped for gas it took hours in lines. At one point in Tennessee we were running out of gas late at night with no gas stations open anywhere. We pulled into a station that looked like it would open in the morning and parked next to the pump to get some sleep. We woke up the next morning when the gas station opened and there was a line of cars behind us stretching for blocks. We got gas and boogied on down to the Big Easy.
Of course we had a great time at Mardi Gras. It was probably the last year before hotel reservations were required to get into the city. We slept in sleeping bags (when we slept) on the ground in Tulane stadium which was opened up for young people to crash. They don't do that anymore.
The drive back was just as bad with the gas lines. It was a nasty experience that added an extra day each way. We entered PA in the Western end of the state and then realized that we had the wrong license plate number to get gas. You could only get gas on odd or even days depending on your plate number. It was the wrong day for us so we had to back down into Maryland to get gas and cross that state coming back up into PA in the East.
Today's war in Iraq is happening because of those gas lines. Forget the bullshit about Iraqi freedom and weapons of mass destruction. This war is about oil and gas lines and the lessons not learned during that winter of 73-74.
Anyway. we played lots of tapes during this trip and this mix is a sampling of that trip. A Vol. 2 is sure to come."
FEEDBACK:
I especially LOVE the Roxy Music and David Bowie selections.
Oh... and I remember the gas lines, too, even though I was still too young to drive.
Cheers!
-AF.
You...Are The Main Man.....
Bobby's all right
He's a natural born poet he's clear out of site!
GREAT F&5king tape!!
Love T-Rex!!!
Sunday, July 8, 2018
Brandywine Products
It was 50 years ago this summer that I had my first job working as a machinist helper at Brandywine Products.
Dad worked as a machinist at the Philadelphia Navy Yard during World War II. After the war he got a job at Walsh Machine Corp which was a small family owned machine shop located on Brandywine Street in the Tioga neighborhood of North Philadelphia near his family's house and grocery store. A few years later the family sold off the store and the house and moved to the Germantown section of the city where my father met my mother. They lived a block from each other. They ended up raising a family on the block between his family's home and her family's home.
As a small child I remember Dad taking me down to his work place down in Tioga. I can visualize the building and the sign outside that said Walsh Machine Corp. The neighborhood was getting bad and they were expanding the business. They needed more space and several years later they moved the company out of the city to North Wales which was about 45 minutes from our house. They also changed the name of the company to Brandywine Products. Dad commuted every day back and forth to the new plant. He also worked a lot of overtime.
He had become a salaried management employee and plant manager. He was very valuable to the Walsh family and the brothers always tried to take care of him. It was a family business. They had a picnic party every year out on the farm of one of the owners and then later and another employee out in the country. We always looked forward to that day in the country on an actual farm. It might have been a gentleman's farm but we loved it. Actually as I recall one of Mom's cousins had a real working farm about an hour outside the city and once a year we would go there for an afternoon dinner and a day on a real farm.
The company took care of Dad and because of all the time he spent at work John Walsh arranged for Dad to have a monthly night out at a restaurant on the company. Most of the time he and Mom would go out for a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant but two or three times a year they would take the whole family out for dinner at some place nice on the company's bill. It was always very nice and we learned how to behave in a fancy restaurant. Mom said they always got compliments from restaurant staff and other diners on the large family having dinner together. I fondly remember those restaurants. We would also go out to restaurants together when we were vacationing in the Poconos or down the Shore.
I started working at Brandywine Products in 1968 during the summer between my junior and senior years of high school when Dad got me a job there. I spent that summer cleaning up hot chips from around the machines and also did some product inspection work. I previously wrote about that first job experience here. We were still living in Germantown at the time and I would walk down to Wayne Junction every day and take the train up to the North Wales station then walk down the street to Brandywine Products. Sometimes I would catch a ride home with Dad but he often stayed late. I wore a uniform of sorts with green work pants and green shirt which would often get very dirty. I was a real workingman commuting on the train and everyone knew it. I spent most of my work money on records and rock shows.
We moved to Harleysville PA in November 1968. I continued to work on Saturdays at BP. I also got a car to get myself to work and also to drive down to Philly regularly. After I graduated from high school I thought I would work somewhere else and got a job in Lansdale at the Atlas Asbestos Co. for a couple of weeks and then went back to Brandywine where I continued working until I left for the Navy. After high school I became a lathe operator and later a Machinist's Mate in the Navy.
One of the nice things about working there was seeing my Dad everyday and experiencing a whole different side of him. He was really popular with all the guys that worked for him and he was a good boss. It was also interesting to see and hear him in the locker room. I had never heard him tell any off color jokes before. I was glad to have spent that time with him at work especially knowing now that I had so little time left with him.
So Dad worked at Brandywine Products up until the day he died in July 1970. The last time I saw him when I was home on leave after boot camp a few months before his aneurysm rupture.
Thursday, July 5, 2018
Hue 1968
Huế 1968: A Turning Point of the American War in Vietnam by Mark Bowden, 2017