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Zo'n 20 minuten na het doorkomen van de omgeleide Acht-Shuttle van IRP zou de volgende omgeleide containertrein zich melden bij Zaltbommel. Dit betrof de Tilburg-Shuttle van Rail Force One. De gemelde tractie voor de doorgaans goed beladen containertrein was reden genoeg om even te blijven hangen.
Het is net elf uur geweest als RFO 193 623, in de bekende 'Sharky'-kleuren, de op één plek na volledig beladen Tbi-Shuttle voorbij de fotograaf trekt.
Na 2 mislukte pogingen om de HSL 186 364, thv Hoevelaken passeerde ons. En iets voor Tbi waren we net telaat om deze op de plaat te kunnen zetten. En nu is deze weer uit de dienst gehaald. Vanmorgen kwam er uit Salzbergen de melding dat HSL 186 551 in de omloop zat. Dus werd er tegen het middag uur met de trein naar 's Hertogenbosch (D) gespoord. en daar naar de spottersbrug gelopen. En daar was het in de 90 min. dat ik daar stond wel even Cargo drukte. Dan 'n melding uit Utrecht (NL) dat hij daar was gepasseert. En dan rond 14u50 spring het sein achter mij op groen. Dan hier de passage,in 'n heerlijk zonnetje, van HSL 186 551 met de volbeladen Rzepin-shuttle.Bestaande uit 'n mooie sleep LKW Walter Trailers. Vanaf hier verder naar de Containerterminal van Tilburg Industrie. En wanwege werkzaamden voor ondertunneling thv Vught, moeten de trein ,gelukkig van het middelste spoor gebruik maken.
Taban Airlines Boeing 757-200
Construction Number - 27599
Line Number - 696
Aircraft Type - Boeing 757-200
First flight date - 29/02/1996
Production Site - Renton (RNT)
Car: Alfa Romeo 4C TBi.
Year of manufacture: 2015.
Date of first registration in the UK: 29th January 2015.
Place of registration: Wimbledon.
Date of last MOT: 15th February 2018.
Mileage at last MOT: 22,909.
Last change of keeper: 15th February 2018.
Date taken: 10th April 2016.
Location: Queen Square, Bristol, UK.
Car: Alfa Romeo 4C TBi.
Year of manufacture: 2015.
Date of first registration in the UK: 29th January 2015.
Place of registration: Wimbledon.
Date of last MOT: 15th February 2018.
Mileage at last MOT: 22,909.
Last change of keeper: 15th February 2018.
Date taken: 10th April 2016.
Location: Queen Square, Bristol, UK.
tbis little owlette was captured just at lift off. He was trying out his new found wings.
Have a great weekend everone !!!
Tbis image was taken yesterday and the red wing blackbird babies are now about a week old. The mother is usually the one who feeds them while the father stands guard, They are awesome parents and feed their young about every five minutes. No wonder they grow so fast. She will come in with two, three even four grubs or dragonflies at one time. Just amazing and how quickly they will be ready to keave the nest.
Na een lange geschiedenis in de goederenwereld heeft de voormalige NS 621 wéér een nieuw avontuur. Na een lange tijd dienst te hebben gedaan als 'rangeerkar' tussen Apd en Apdvam, zal de machine vanaf heden worden gebruikt voor de bediening van de Rzepin-shuttle op de Railport Brabant.
Sinds 8 februari 2016 is het mogelijk om per elektrische tractie aan te komen en te vertrekken vanaf Tilburg Industrie, er kan nu dus gebruik worden gemaakt van een kleine diesel welke op Tilburg Industrie kan blijven staan.
Bij de eerste inzet werd er al gelijk geprofiteerd van het feit dat de Rzepin-shuttles tegenwoordig steeds beter beladen zijn, op de foto trekt de LC 9701 het laatste deel van de trein binnen bij de terminal, om achter het wissel terug te steken naar de resterende wagens van de trein, welke tevens al klaar staat op het vertrekspoor.
Na het klaarzetten van de trein voor vertrek, mag het 'bakkie' genieten van zijn wel verdiende rust. Hij heeft tevens nu wel een fatsoenlijke trein vast gehad in plaats van 6 vuilwagens :-)
16/02/2016 Tilburg Industrie
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1ST PLACE - TBIS (#5, Bottom Left) - 84 Votes
2ND PLACE - Phobia (#4, Middle Right) - 44 Votes
3RD PLACE - Oster (#2, Top Right) - 36 Votes
TIED FOR FOURTH - Welsed (#3, Middle Left) - 30 Votes
TIED FOR FOURTH - AyeTry (#1, Top Left) - 30 Votes
6TH PLACE - Emos (#6, Bottom Right) - 10 Votes
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1. AyeTry
2. Oster from Cordoba, Argentina (www.flickr.com/photos/ostergraff)
3. Welsed One of UM/Creeps Kult (www.flickr.com/photos/7252110@N03)
4. Phobia (www.flickr.com/photos/23684584@N02)
5. TBIS
6. Emos One (www.flickr.com/photos/allcityson)
All of the above handstyles were done by hand with ink, scanned into the computer then the levels adjusted to pure black and white.
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The Boeing Collection
From a collection of some 500 Boeing slides that I've had scanned from my archives. Hope they will provide some enjoyment and nostalgia from a bygone age.
CS-TBI one of TAP Portugal's fleet of Boeing 707s is seen gleaming in the afternoon sunshine in original TAP livery, on the threshold of runway 10R at London Heathrow. According to my log book, the aircraft was operating flight TP453. If you look carefully on enlarging the image, you can see the side cargo door as this was a convertible passenger/freighter. Just a modicum of heat haze on this shot.
CS-TBI 'D. Joao de Castro' c/n 19767 Boeing 707-399C was delivered new to Caledonian as G-AVTW in 1967. After just five years the aircraft was sold to TAP as CS-TBI. Although a cargo convertible, the aircraft flew with the airline for 11 years as a passenger aircraft. The aircraft was sold in 1984 to Dominicana as HI-442, and was re-registered HI-442CT in 1989. The aircraft flew with the airline for ten years, and was only retired in 1994 and stored at Santo Domingo Aeropuerto de las Americas in the Dominican Republic where it still remained well into the 21st century.
Taken with a Soviet made Zenith EM camera and 300mm lens. From an original slide, scanned and unrestored.
You can see a random selection of my aviation memories here: www.flickriver.com/photos/heathrowjunkie/random/
Car: Alfa Romeo 4C TBi.
Year of manufacture: 2015.
Date of first registration in the UK: 29th January 2015.
Place of registration: Wimbledon.
Date of last MOT: 15th February 2018.
Mileage at last MOT: 22,909.
Last change of keeper: 15th February 2018.
Date taken: 14th August 2016.
Location: Queen Square, Bristol, UK.
Jan's late A pickup hotrod has finally come back out of the garage with some updates. A stock un-chopped, all-original Ford steel cab appears to be deeply channeled but in fact sits on a very custom frame. The original hood and grill hide a bored and stroked flathead v8 with an Isky cam and a Moon Equipped throttle-body fuel injection disguised as a pair of Stromberg carburetors. Behind the flattie resides a Borg-Warner T10 five-speed turning a custom open driveshaft that spins the Winters quick-change rear end. The bed has been shortened and reworked to fit the custom chassis and suspension components. The trucks original bench seat recovered in white vinyl rounds out the spartan interior. The tool box in the bed holds tools and some small replacement parts. As Jan's daily driver this truck runs smooth and cool, and with the TBI and overdrive transmission gets 28mpg in highway driving while making approximately 250hp and 315 lb/ft of torque. A right proper mix of traditional looks hiding modern components, Jan's little red pickup is just about the most perfect little street rod a girl could want.
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This truck was an earlier build first seen here: flic.kr/p/qEFn8S and then again with some changes here: flic.kr/p/rKxnBH but it had been sitting around for quite a while looking badly outdated. So I thought it was time to update it a little bit as well as retrofit it to my modular chassis standard. I also made some slight changes to the chassis rear section for this rod to better accommodate and support the pickup bed. I finally acquired four slightly usable old white tires so I thought I would throw those into the mix as well on this build. The biggest challenge was fitting the full "hood" to the modular chassis, I hope it came out OK.
HI-442CT Boeing B707-399C Dominicana, flagship of the fleet, arriving at her homebase. Ex TAP CS-TBI and before that BOAC and British Caledonian G-AVTW (slides scan).
The styling at the front is similar to the Enviro 300 with individual projector headlamps, although the front would have looked better if the top sidelight/indicator was place more beside the headlamp as on the Enviro 300.
Windscreen wipers have been made more conventional like a car and even the nearside blindbox has some style. Go-Ahead London Central will be operating some of these buses next year on route 360.
Many of the LED style displays seemed to have showed up on my photo's at the show, possibly the technology is getting far more better and clarity can be seen in this picture of the Enviro 200, even though it had changing displays. I don't know when this Dart SLF replacement would be on the road, but it may be very soon since, there wasn't even a Dart model on the Transbus stand. Both versions were dual doored, though it would have been nice to see what a provincial single door model would have been like, it just goes to show that Transbus are very keen on the healthy London market.
2003 Coach & Bus show at Birmingham NEC on 23 September 2003.
Alfa Romeo 4C TBi SA (2013-20) Engine 1742cc S4 Turbo 237bhp
Registration Number S 2 HWM (Cherished number, now transferred to a BMW M2)
ALFA ROMEO ALBUM
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The 4C concept was debuted at the 2011 Geneva motor Show. Designed as a small lightweight, two seater mid engine rear wheel drive sports car. Slightly smaller than the Mito.
Designed by Lorenzo Ramaciotti at Alfa Romeo Centro Stile, using a carbon fibre tub, front rear crash box, and hybrid rear frame composed primarily of aluminium with a weight of around 850kg. The 4C has a high quadrilateral suspension at the front and MacPherson struts in the rear.
Powered by an new all aluminium 1750cc S4 turbo petrol engine of 230bhp with a capacity to produce 300bhp. The engine will probably be used in the new Guilia. The 4C is equipped with six speed Alfa TCT Dual Dry Clutch Transmission, and can be operated via gearshift paddles on steering wheel. It also has an Alfa DNA dynamic control selector which controls the behaviour of engine, brakes, steering, throttle response, suspension and gearbox
The production car was unveiled at the 2013 Geneva Motor
Show followed by the Essen Classica , the Goodwood Festival of Speed and the 2013 Frankfurt Autoshow, Production of 4C began May 2013 at Maserati's plant in Modena, with an expected production of up to 2500 units per year, with an upper limit of 3500 units per year, depending on the quantity of carbon fibre chassis that can be built by the supplier Adler Plastic
The car was designed by Centro Stile Alfa Romeo (Style Centre) and developed by Alfa Romeo. The chassis is composed of a central carbon fibre tub, with aluminium subframes front and rear. The carbon fibre tub is produced by TTA (Tecno Tessile Adler) in Airola, The entire carbon-fibre monocoque chassis (tub) of the car weighs a mere 143 lb (65 kg). Front and rear aluminium subframes combine with the tub, roof reinforcements and engine mounting to comprise the 4C chassis giving the vehicle a total chassis weight of 236 lb (107 kg) and a total vehicle curb weight of just 2,465 lb
The production 4C uses a new all-aluminium 1.75 L (1,742 cc) inline 4 cylinder turbocharged engine producing 240 bhp with a combined fuel consumption of 42 mpg a 0-62mph time of 4.5 seconds and a top speed of 160mph
The 4C Launch Edition was a limited and numbered edition, unveiled at the vehicle's launch at the 2013 Geneva Motor Show. The vehicle came in a choice of four paint colours (Rosso Alfa, Rosso Competizione tri-coat, Madreperla White tri-coat or Carrara White matt). 400 examples were reserved for Europe, Africa and the Middle East, 500 for North America and 100 for the rest of the world (88 delivered to Australia—in Rosso Alfa and Madreperla White only). Distinguishing features of the Launch Edition were carbon fibre trim (including headlight housings, spoiler and door mirror caps), rear aluminium extractor with dark finishing, Bi-LED headlights, dark painted 18-inch front and 19-inch rear alloy wheels, additional air intakes on the front fascia, red brake calipers, racing exhaust system, BMC air cleaner, specific calibration for shock absorbers and rear anti-roll bar, leather/fabric sports seats with parts in Alcantara and a numbered plaque. Alfa Red coloured cars got matching red stitching on the steering wheel, handbrake, mats, handles and sports seats
In Europe the vehicle went on sale for 60,000 euros including VAT
The North American bound versions debuted at the 2014 New York Motorshow differing from their European siblings, with new head lights similar to those seen before in the 4C Spider version.. The cars also require extra bracing and strengthening required to meet U.S. crash regulations (including aluminium inserts in the carbon fibre chassis), resulting in 100 kilograms (220 lb) of weight increase.
Diolch am 92,275,358 o olygfeydd anhygoel, mae pob un yn cael ei werthfawrogi'n fawr.
Thanks for 92,275,358 amazing views, every one is greatly appreciated.
Shot 23.04.2022 at the Bicester Spring Scramble, Bicester, Oxfordshire 158-021
Delivered 7 Apr 74. It later became N3459D. Broken up Greenwood, MS 5/94. The aircraft also operated for Air Vanuatu for several years in a modified livery with Air Vanuatu titles.
TBI = to be identified and all [polite] suggestions welcome. These little bugs were found on a grass seed head in Epping Forest - May 27th in bright sunshine. I can't trace what they are and would like to know. If any of my knowledgeable contacts out there can give me a clue I'd be grateful.
ID received from a US friend - thank you Richard
Car: Alfa Romeo 4C TBi.
Year of manufacture: 2015.
Date of first registration in the UK: 29th January 2015.
Place of registration: Wimbledon.
Date of last MOT: 15th February 2018.
Mileage at last MOT: 22,909.
Last change of keeper: 15th February 2018.
Date taken: 14th August 2016.
Location: Queen Square, Bristol, UK.
Car: Alfa Romeo 4C TBi Launch Edition.
Year of manufacture: 2014.
Date of first registration in the UK: 9th June 2014.
Place of registration: Birmingham.
Date of last MOT: 20th October 2020.
Mileage at last MOT: 9,222.
Date of last V5 issued: 1st June 2015.
Date taken: 10th July 2016.
Location: Queen Square, Bristol, UK.
Delivered to PSA in 1968. Sent to Frontier Airlines in 1972. Sent to a private use in 1984. Leased to Angola Air Charter in 1994. Stored @LAD. Pictured in June 1991 @JNB and by an unknown photographer. Slide scan...
CS-TBI Boeing 707 of TAP departing London Heathrow on 29 July 1978. Originally registered as G-AVTW, this aircraft was delivered to Caledonian Airways in Dec 1967, loaned to BOAC March 1969 and then back to British Caledonian in Nov 1970, before being sold to TAP in April 1973.
Car: Alfa Romeo 4C TBi.
Year of manufacture: 2015.
Date of first registration in the UK: 29th January 2015.
Place of registration: Wimbledon.
Date of last MOT: 15th February 2018.
Mileage at last MOT: 22,909.
Last change of keeper: 15th February 2018.
Date taken: 10th April 2016.
Location: Queen Square, Bristol, UK.
A 2014 Alfa Romeo 4C TBi, photographed in Queen Square, Bristol, at the August 2016 classic car meet.
Car: Alfa Romeo 4C TBi Launch Edition.
Year of manufacture: 2014.
Date of first registration in the UK: 9th June 2014.
Place of registration: Birmingham.
Date of last MOT: 20th October 2020.
Mileage at last MOT: 9,222.
Date of last V5 issued: 1st June 2015.
Date taken: 10th July 2016.
Location: Queen Square, Bristol, UK.
To the tune of CSNY's "Teach Your Children Well" - www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQOaUnSmJr8
DOB: 12/21/1922
Died: 01/04/1999
He was 77 years old.
My Dad's Favorite Quotes:
"You know, Suzie (he called me Suzie) you can be replaced". - (He was right. Unfortunately, you couldn't be, Dad.)
"If you had half a brain you'd be dangerous." (Up for debate)
"Do the right thing" - Huh.
"Do as I say, not as I do".
"How do ya like them apples?"
"I just want you to live an honest life". (Refer to "Do as I say, not as I do".
"You're no prize"
"Eat your heart out"
"You're an accident waiting to happen"
"You don't know when to quit, do you?"
"They broke the mold when they made you". Which mold?
"I forgot more than you know"
"you have a one-track mind" - It's "inherited" (wink-wink)
"Do you know what time it is?" (No - I confuse right and left. It only took 60 years to figure that one out)
"Get your ass in gear"
"Motor Mouth" - His polite way of saying shut-up. He never said shut-up. He always said this with a smile.
"Shit for brains" His name for my brothers.
"Go run around the block" (We did - many times I did not go home).
"Asshole buddies" - (When one of his buddies went somewhere with one of his other buddies other than him.)
"He talks like he's got a paper asshole".
"Don't dish it out if you can't take it" - See "Do as I say, not as I do".
"If you're going to live in my house you live by my rules".
"Every cigarette you smoke is another nail in your coffin".
"Your eyes look like two piss holes in the snow" - (First time wearing makeup.)
"You got band-aids for those mosquito bites?" (First time I'd asked Mom for a bra.)
"You have exactly till 6:00PM to eat those tomatoes (two hours away) or you go to bed *again* without any dinner.". (And?)
"Watch the tips goddammit!" - (Bringing the fishing poles in from the boat).
"You smell like burnt toast".
"I don't trust him/her as far as I can throw him/her". I was a child, remember? Maybe throwing your beer cans, cigarettes, cigars and bottles in the garbage would've been a good start rather than throwing around your kids.
"You know, sometimes I think about suicide." (He said this to me on Christmas Day - 10 days prior to placing a high-powered rifle in his mouth while sitting on the toilet and blew his brains out. With the cooperation of many officials in NJ who scoured their records I was finally able to obtain the police reports and autopsy details in May 2022 after requesting them as I never really believed it was a suicide.
Mom said he'd always stated he was going to commit suicide when he was ready, although I was not aware or told of that one while he was alive. IOW, he always had a plan. "He did it his way" - on his mother-in-law's birthday. He probably didn't even know it was.
He suicided 20 years ago (or so) today - January 4, 1999. Nobody knew my phone number to let me know - my Son was finally able to reach me. Somehow I lost a year at that point. I only know *somebody* put that bullet hole in the bathroom ceiling and his neighbor cleaned up the bathroom. That neighbor developed early dementia as many people do after witnessing such a horrific sight they do not recover from without counseling or talking about it and coming to terms with it. Family trauma and abuse is much the same. That is how people are then labeled with psychiatric terms, unfortunately they were not in fact the "crazy" ones. The true "crazy" ones stay under the radar and appear fully functioning. IOW, "they have jobs" according to today's society. I'd been told my Dad was a "functioning alcoholic".
He tried quitting smoking many times. Once he tried replacing cigarettes with Regal Crown sour cherry & sour lemon drops. No sugar-free options back then. That's when he lost his teeth. After he quit he gained tons of weight.
He sat at the dinner table waving his fork up and down frequently....fair warning to get ready to duck. The five of us always had dinner together every night - that's good for the family structure, it's said. A few times he turned the dinner table over or threw dishes at one of us. I only know he generally missed. I would occasionally lock myself in the bathroom to get away from the violence. He generally knew how to unlock those doors. I ran away from home frequently. I accidentally drove his red Chevy pickup truck into a pond. Someone helped me get it back up on land. I also accidentally set his red Chevy pickup on fire but he wasn't mad. He just laughed. He was a good sport like that. Brother Bob finally totaled it after being broadsided by a UPS truck (malfunctioning traffic light) on the way home from a Grateful Dead concert in Philadelphia. It really was a pretty truck - fire engine red with hand painted gold leaf lettering. It had ladder racks which I'd used as a jungle gym. He mostly put up tin, slate and shingle roofs. The most fun was taking the old shingles, slate and tin he ripped off the old roofs to the landfill in his dump truck which he parked around the corner on Hudson St not far from Gliba's bar (Chambersburg, NJ), dumping it off a cliff along the embankments of the Delaware River - he would back up to the edge as close as he could and hit the gas to attempt to scare us. He didn't. This was also near the huge penicillin and pharmaceutical dump by the Trenton Marine Terminal off Rt. 29 towards White City Lake..
US Navy Veteran. He had one older brother and one older sister. They (Mom & Dad) had three boys (one died - the second one - Russell - his stomach never closed so his guts were exposed and baby Russell only lived a short time, I'm told . I do not know if or where baby Russell was buried) but Mom said he always wanted a girl, anyway. Often I wonder if baby Russell lived and was given up for adoption. I check with 23 and me occasionally to see if any new family surfaced. He told the same stories year after year for over 40 years, yet never spoke about his time in the Navy (the *brotherhood*, code of silence, whatever). He was the baby of his family. He had brown eyes. He said people had brown eyes because they were full of shit up to their forehead. His Mom died when he was 12. He had a severe hearing deficit that was never addressed, as many Veterans do. He was diabetic although it was never addressed. He had metabolic syndrome although it was never addressed. He always kept, cleaned and took great care of his German Ruger which was kept in the headboard of their bed. We learned at an early age where it was and to "respect" it.
He either fished or stayed in his bedroom watching old war movies in his later years and went to flea markets occasionally. His back also started giving out. He refused to go to a doctor. I do not recall that he ever did until his 70's when he developed skin cancer (fisherman's arms). Then he wore a hat like Lawrence of Arabia. They took real good care of him at whichever doctor / hospital he'd gone to. Someone trashed all of his records upon his death as I found only a few after Mom passed away - a statement from CMS Medicare - a summary of claims processed dated 6/13/2003 from a Dr. John W. Petrozzi in Barnegat - $70 for an office visit dated 4/25/03. It was denied. Reason? "a. Our records show that the date of death was before the date of service. b. You do not have to pay this amount., c. The name or Medicare number was incorrect or missing. Ask your provider to use the name or number shown on this notice for future claims." My oldest brother wanted his "Red Dawn" book back. We never found it in the house but we combed through everything looking for it.
He would go meet his buddies for breakfast at a local diner. He was always mad at one of them at any given time. He had a loud, infectious laugh and a loud boisterous voice. He was also a tinsmith and spent a good portion of his Winters melting lead in the basement to make fishing sinkers. He had freezers full of bait (and hundred dollar bills wrapped in tin-foil). He was a phenomenal cook - he loved the typical German/ Polish/ Hungarian meat & potatoes diet. He adored his fatty meats (bacon, pork, Szalolonna, etc....). He never ate anything sugary except for tons of fresh fruit nightly. He only ate Wonder Bread (white) and tons of processed lunch meats (favorite was Lebanon Bologna). He came home for lunch daily for his bread and tomato sandwich w. fresh radishes on the side w. salt, He did like his Navy Bean Soup with ham. He also spent his afternoons at the American Legion drinking beer. The only "ritual" I remember aside from cleaning his gun weekly and going to Church with us once a year (Christmas) was breaking out the Limburger cheese every Sunday. That was the day we would all hold our noses and run out of the house screaming.
He would go fishing twice a week - a 1 1/2 hr. drive from Trenton & Lawrenceville, NJ to Waretown, NJ, where he docked his boat. There was a sharp turn around Cranberry Lake where he would drive 100MPH to try to scare us. It didn't. While smoking his cigars (that was not fun). I did, however, have many, many night terrors most of my younger life about being trapped in a car underwater, among others. Until I learned how to escape one if it indeed happened. My friends all received a glass-break tool for the holidays one year. www.thebugoutbagguide.com/best-car-escape-tool/
He taught me how to shoot guns, ride horses, sail and swim (by throwing me in deep waters without any life vest while he laughed),. I am not sure why so many fathers do this to their daughters....one would think they'd teach them how to swim, first. He taught me how to handle a boat, to navigate through channels, sandbars and the Barnegat Inlet. He taught me how to surf. He taught me to water ski (without knowing how to swim). He taught me to snow ski. He taught me how to drive (while using a quick backhand across the face if I made my turns too wide). He taught me how to shoot bow and arrow. He taught me how to shuffle, deal and play cards. He taught me how to detail a truck. He left me a $2,000 John Hancock Life Insurance policy which allowed me to purchase a Windows Millenium Edition Dell Dimension computer - my first Windows computer which enabled me to go back to school after my aneurysm. He taught me how to "be kind to animals" (after he beat them till they would no longer move) - I skip that part (hurting them). He & Mom hunted wild game (rabbits, pheasants and deer)) with 2 beagles (Tiny and Nellie who was later replaced by Rosie) which were kept outside year long. He had another dog before them - Speck. And another beagle, Queenie. He didn't mind me bringing home as many animals (and amphibians) as I was able. Except for snakes. Mom had a snake phobia and even the tiniest garter snake upset her, so I learned not to bring home snakes after the first one.
He frequently had his drinking buddies at the house till late at night. Mom always loved Frank Sinatra, hence he did his best to emulate him in every way he could. He built a beautiful bar in the basement - I was the family bartender. He got a player piano which was quite fun. He set us up with pinball machines, pool table, juke boxes, bowling machines, arcades, etc....which he'd gotten from his friend, Whitey Bralynski from Browns Novelty, who supplied the arcade, pinball machines & shooting games.to local diners, bowling alleys, etc. - an all cash business.
He & Mom hunted deer with bow and arrow together, also. They beat the shit out of us, whipped my brothers and I frequently (I was the only one to hit back). One of the more favorite methods of "teaching" was total isolation for a day or night or more (locked in a completely dark cellar way). He was not the major disciplinarian (at least not for me). We won't go there. He taught me how to not give a fuck about life although it was against my grain. The medical profession convinced him knee implants (which his body rejected) and various other surgeries would improve his quality of life - while in his 70's. They, as well as Medicare or the V.A. (not sure which), squeezed the last bit of benefits out of him prior to his death. He began getting major headaches. He took shark cartilage which his buddies told him would help with pain. He died a few months after these surgeries after he insisted he did not want a nurse visiting his house to change the packings after they removed a good portion of his colon. Unless of course, his insurance would not cover it. Mom was unable to pack his wounds. His neighbor Bobby LeFebvre would go over and do this. Dad never exercised although climbing up and down a ladder in his younger years qualified for a while. Other than passive sports (bowling) while younger. he did practice his boxing skills on the family although that extended out to cage fighting, MMA and simply total loss of control of his anger (on 3 little kids). Wills Eye Hospital in Philadelphia attempted to convince him he needed to have an eye surgery - he left there in the middle of the night - Mom and her neighbor, Judy, drove to go get him at 2AM. I had just returned to work after the aneurysm and could not leave my job II was partially blind and was taking the bus) so I was on the phone with Mom throughout the night. The hospital also attempted to convince him he'd had a brain aneurysm (he did not). He did have a small stroke one Thanksgiving Day and refused treatment at that time. But one day a week or two later he walked into a wall, fell, knocked himself out splitting his head open (and one eye went crooked) which concerned them, hence a visit to the hospital. We all do love the holidays, after all. Wills Eye Hospital removed one of my Mother's eyes - she was in her 70's also. They like to take eyes when they can - someone can always use them. He was a Democratic Committeeman in Lawrenceville, NJ, USA. He was also a boxer on his ship, a ship's cook, a roofing contractor, a great singer and comedian, and made friends wherever he went. He could be a very sharp dresser. He was also a die hard fisherman, a Charter Boat captain, and skilled builder, card player, gardener and carpenter. He was also an asshole, bigot and a stubborn fuck all his life. To the best of my knowledge, in spite of his earlier years as a boxer, he was never evaluated for TBI, trauma, hearing loss or any other neurological impairment or injury.
His favorite song was Frank Sinatra's "My Way". He loved to watch Dean Martin, All In The Family and Three's Company. He liked Chrissy. He never liked any of my friends and called all of my girlfriends (since elementary school) whores. He left instructions for Mom on how much to sell his boat, cars and trucks for and what to do with all his fishing stuff (an entire garage full) - that was very considerate, I thought. Once he & Mom were going to get a divorce - Dad said we had to choose who we wanted to live with. Ironically, I chose Dad. Brother Bob (the middle child) went hysterical and could not choose. So they reconciled after counseling with our Church pastor, we became The Brady Bunch and moved to the illustrious suburbs. Both he & Mom had themselves cremated and dumped in the Barnegat Inlet. We took Mom out on a neighbor's boat (Al Casamente, one of his fishing buddies who later was hitting on Mom, she said) - not sure who took Dad - perhaps it was one of his fishing buddies Jimmy McCarty. When their cat, Max died here in Kentucky his ashes were shipped to NJ and his neighbor Bobby again took care of it, so Max should be out there living with the fishes as well. I do not even remember which war Dad was in. - with everyone in our families on both sides generations back in wars, it became impossible to remember whose was whose, mostly because when I'd asked there were many different answers their paperwork disappeared. There was no obituary. No memorial service.
I was told two versions of how his Mom died. One was she was at the "beauty parlor" and died from what was called "beauty parlor stroke syndrome". The other story was she was getting her hair done and there was a mob bombing in which she was killed.
While Mom was sorting out his belongings after he allegedly committed suicide, she said she found a black bra in his closet. This would most likely account for why all of his belongings were disposed of.
RIP, Dad. Thank you for preparing me to deal with senior citizens. I hope I haven't created too much havoc as your Daughter (if I really was).
With Love,
Dysfunctional Veteran's Daughter
Moral of Story: Drinking, drugs, babysitters & kids don't mix. Think about it.