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"Look at you kids with your vintage music
Comin' through satellites while cruisin'
You're part of the past, but now you're the future
Signals crossing can get confusing"
Photo taken by Manfred Kaffine and kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
1973-06-15 (15 June 1973)
F-WUAB
Airbus A300B1
1
Airbus Industrie
The first Airbus A300B prototype on its first and only visit to Munich-Riem (still wearing its airshow number 155 from the Paris Aérosalon). Parked in front of the Lufthansa maintenance hangar and difficult to catch from the outside.
First flight 28 October 1972 as F-WUAB and re-registered as F-OCAZ later in 1973. Wfu 27 August 1974 at Toulouse and scrapped, but major parts preserved at Deutsches Museum, Munich (fuselage section, left wing, engine and main landing gear).
(Airbus A300B4-203F c/n 238 is displayed at the Aeroscopia Museum, Toulouse, in prototype colours and with the prototype's registration F-WUAB.)
F-WUAB at LBG in June 1973:
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/6/7/9/1499976.jpg
F-WUAB flying for the first time in public at the 1973 Paris Air Show, 2 June 1973:
www.flickr.com/photos/classic_aviation/7184039198
This airframe as F-OCAZ taking off from DCA in late 1973:
www.flickr.com/photos/joseluiscel/3151593950
F-OCAZ at HAJ in May 1974 (with A300 titles, the B has been dropped):
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/3/8/9/0507983.jpg
Sections of F-WUAB displayed at Deutsches Museum, Munich, in August 2014:
www.flickr.com/photos/aeropassion/51335865812
Scan from Kodak medium format (6 x 6 cm) slide (cropped to 3:2 aspect ratio).
So here we go again! Another fun entry of 'Andrew reads old-as-dirt comic books', an ongoing series! :P
The story starts off with this scrub of a college-football-playing science nerd trying to take Joan (no last name because she was a fictional woman in the 40's) on a date. She then turns him down by saying that he sucks and she's already taken.
So Jay is all like, “Yeah good point, I'm gonna work extra hard today instead” so he goes to the field and still sucks, then he later goes to his science class and falls asleep on the job waking up at three thirty in the morning because he was waiting on separating the elements of hard water... yeah idk man.
Anyway, like a doofus, he lights up a cigarette in the lab to take a break, leans his back onto his desk, and ends up knocking all of those elements onto the floor, leading the fumes to cause him to pass out.
So he's found later by his professor, who rushes him to a hospital where he stay's unconscious for a few weeks. Then there's a few panels of unsupported scientific exposition of two scientists talking out their asses about how Hard Water is a real thing and it gives people super speed if Jay EVEN SURVIVES (dun dun dun)
But meanwhile in the other room Jay is up and about and he just happens to see Joan No-Last-Name walking outside the window and Jay's all like “Holy hard water it's that chick who said no to me!” and then without realizing it, he zips outside in... you guessed it... a flash (whomp whomp)
Outside Joan is all like “Woah where did you come from, also I'm going to the library” to which Jay is all like “nbd dude, I got you” and he zips over to the library and harasses a lady to stamp the book Joan wants.
Jay's then back in a jiff and Joan is all like “what the heck man” to which Jay responds with, and I kid you not “It scares me. I'm just a freak of science. Anyhow, will you go on that dance with me now?”
Despite all the red-flags, Joan says yes because this was the 40s... oof.
Later at the football field Jay is all like “put me in coach” and the coach is all like “fine I guess, btw you suck Jay” and then like Andrew Garfield in The Amazing Spider-Man 1, uses his powers like an idiot in front of hundreds of people in the stadium.
Apparently there's no repercussions over it and no one else remembers this at all because the next few panels are of Jay graduating college and reading the newspaper about some crooks doing some crime stuff.
Later Joan shows up at Jay's place and watches him play tennis with himself and is all like “hey man, my Dad's been kidnapped, could you like help maybe?” Then as they're chatting, a drive-by shooter fires off a shot at Joan, to which Jay saves the day by catching the bullet mid-air!
Cut to the shooter walking into his hideout being like “Yeah guys she'd dead I shot her, no way anybody else could have caught a bullet and saved her, anyway how's her Dad doing in the mirror torture room we tossed him in?”
Cut to Dad-Joan who's like “gah my eyes too many mirrors! Btw I'm still not telling you my secrets to my Atomic Bombarder! Gah! Mirrors! Gasp!”
The crook is all like “hmm maybe if I go get Joan's body we can get some info” so like an idiot he returns to the crime scene, bumps into Jay, asks were the dead girl is, and Jay is all like “Huh... he knows something about something...” Then Joan comes out is all “Hello shady stranger, I'm Joan and I'm very alive!” Then the dude is all like “Uh yeah peace out” and bails.
So Jay trails him back to the bad guy lair penthouse place and is like “He crooks, stop your crime! Also it's me The Flash and I have a cool costume now!” and then he catches some more bullets, finds Mr Atomic JoanDad and hightails it out of there to drop him off at home before going back to the bad guy mansion again later.
(are you all ready for this to be over because I sure am)
Anyway he hides behind a curtain and overhears their entire plan to take a fighter plane out and shoot everybody on Coney Island while also kidnapping Joan and DadJoan again (this time v quietly)
Naturally Jay is like, not on your life! (but instead of stopping it right then and there) he waits till the attack the next day and shows off a spectacle of powers, catching all the bullets from the plane's machine gun, then zipping across town to stop the kidnapping. Then after killing his partners, one of the bad guy's gets away in a new extra fast getaway car that's SO fast that he can't control how fast it is when taking a tight cliff-side turn because Jay spooked him because he was just that fast.
Get it guys? He's the flash! He goes quick! He's speedy! So swift! Wow!
Anyway, the goon goes over the edge in his car, and Jay doesn't even attempt to save him, but instead beats the car to the bottom of the ravine to gloat about how he stopped the goons as the car comes to a smoldering halt. Classic hero work.
Then the last three panels (because there wasn't enough story already) Mr Joan is all like “man that Flash guy... wonder who he is under that helmet... he wasn't even wearing a mask or anything! I'm just stumped Jay! Who could he be?!”
To which Joan is all “idk Dad, oh by the way Garrick, you killed a man and your secret is safe with me! *wink*!”
Geez, Gardner Fox was a wordy guy...
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(young homeless man, sf, 5/15/06)
homeless brian from atlanta; people call him "freelove." brian has been on the street since '98. as a child he lived mostly with his mother; and moved from state to state quite frequently.
brian believes that the soul is not part of the body; rather that the body is part of the soul. he believes that his larger soul is extremely fragmented and possesses many incarnations; some simultaneous. he has memories from his other souls and his other bodies. he sometimes refers to them as ghosts; sometimes as dreams.
he describes memories as a child of how his ghosts were used for physical acts by various family members and how his soul was sold to strangers.
he describes how at 16 he was being used by a woman he didn't know. or it was a dream. or it was his ghost. but then he knew her and it was his mother. and she told him he was committing a sin and how could he be so sinful. and she tried to "crush" him as she tried to make him repent his sin.
he believes that people you know can be connected to your seven chakras and thus be a part of you. his "root" chakra is a chinese girl he knew in '95 named ann. he met her in sacramento when he was living with his mother. he thought she was a gift and he didn't know how he had gotten so lucky. ann was there visiting a friend or such. she worked in a dotcom in sunnyvale.
some time later, he went after her to sunnyvale to try and find her. he found her, but she would only see him in secret once a week and would make him call her daily in case she wanted to see him the following day. he was confused by her behavior and missed a day. he never saw her again. he felt her loss like a blow to the "solar plexus" and thus associates her with his "root" chakra. she is the love of his life.
he says people are bad to him and people use him. he says, about 2 years back, his mother surgically removed his heart and sold it; and had him committed to a mental institution. he says his heart was his hero and he can no longer be a hero without that heart. but he says he had a spare "less modern" heart as a backup.
he says things keep getting worse for him. he says he sold his soul to the devil so as to stop his slide. he says he's given himself to evil so that when others do evil to him, it can be no worse. he doesn't believe in actually doing evil to others, however. he says he visits hell frequently. he says that satan is his mistress; but that he's trying to reform "her" so that there will be no more evil in the world.
but he's not sure he can. and he feels he's gone too far. he says he needs help soon. he hopes that someone will give him a way out. but he doesn't believe there's much time. he says soon he won't be able to turn back. but for now, there's still time.
I found this poor baby floating on top of water with his wings ripped and quickly scooped him out......he immediately crawled up on my hand.
I held him for a while as he just stayed on my hand / finger and we looked at each other.
I decided if he was making that much of an effort to live....then I had to help him a little.
When my kids were little and got sick, I used to make them a "sick bed".....with a nice warm afghan, movies, ginger ale, chicken noodle soup and a bell to ring for me when they needed me.
Since this poor thing did not qualify for a sick bed ( ; ) )....he got next to the best thing. He got a "sick box".....
We made trips out of the "sick box" to go from flower to flower, as his fully winged friends were doing. By me carrying him, it made the others not want to be around a "hand" that was trying to suck the sweet nectar out of the center of the flowers....so this guy got a little extra.
When he was finished......he'd hop back up on my hand and we'd go to another flower.
I cared for him for a few days and I went out one day and he'd "flown" all by himself up to my back deck chair. I placed him back in his "sick box" as I thought this was a premature flight, since his wings were still all ripped.
I went back in the house and came back to check on him and he was up on the lawn chair once again.....I let him stay.
A few hours passed and I went back to check on the lawn chair and he was gone. I can only hope that he is now flying free and happy and learns his lesson to stay away from pools of water....where next time someone may not be close by to rescue him........or want to make him a "sick box". ; )
Well my husband was supposed to pick up his boat today, a vintage Cigarette he has been restoring for three years...and that was going to be my photo. But there was an issue with the manifolds and the boat didn't come home...so it's 8pm and I'm desperately seeking 'about him'....
Well, Tuesday is upon us, so I thought that I would give my version of "Two for Tuesday" ... how about double the fun of observing 2 young bighorn sheep rams at play, or perhaps at challenge.
While in Grand Tetons NP several months ago, we had more bighorn sheep sightings than I every have had there before. It was quite a thrill. We watched the "boys club" as they relaxed on the sloop of the landscape in the grasses, just laying down. When one of the elder rams got up, followed by a few others, we figured that we would have wait it out. Sure enough, they eventually came down and across the road ... some just walking at a steady pace, others racing (and I do mean racing) past us, and others doing a combination, though playing around along the way.
There was one young ram in particular that was much more animated and feisty than the rest. We observed him as he would challenge the others in a gentlemanly game of superiority and skill. They were so exciting to watch. Hope you enjoy!
Thanks so much for stopping by to view and especially for sharing your thoughts and comments with us. :-)
A new blog post was published last night featuring this image and others from GTNP. Check it out if you would like at:
www.tnwaphotography.wordpress.com
© 2015 Debbie Tubridy / TNWA Photography
Photo from the Stephan Barth collection, scan kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
January 1991
TC-AFC "Ulus"
Boeing 727-228
19863 / 691
Noble Air
TC-AFC parked in Riem’s Ostpilz area in January 1991.
Noble Air was founded in January 1989 and operated a fleet of up to six Boeing 727-200s. From autumn 1990, the number of bookings for vacation trips to Turkey plummeted due to the outbreak of the Second Gulf War and Noble Air‘s economic situation deteriorated. The airline could not pay the rents of the leased planes and had to stop all its flights on 7 January 1991, though it later resumed operations until finally shutting down in December 1991. Three B727s whose lease could not be paid were parked at Munich-Riem in January 1991. TC-AFB was leased to Istanbul Airlines from April 1991, TC-AFE und TC-AFG would fly again for Noble Air until the airline ceased operations. (Information from de.wikipedia.org, planelogger.com and Firuz Altingoz - thanks a lot!)
Information from flickr - thanks to Heathrow Junkie:
c/n 19863 - Boeing 727-228 was one of the first batch of Boeing 727s for Air France, delivered new in Feb 1969. The aircraft flew for most of its commercial passenger life with Air France from 1969 to 1989, before being sold back to the USA and then leased to Noble Air of Turkey as TC-AFC. The aircraft flew for another 8 years with Noble Air and finally Istanbul Airlines before being withdrawn and broken up at Istanbul in 1998.
Registration details for this airframe:
www.planelogger.com/Aircraft/Registration/TC-AFC/497447
This airframe as F-BPJG with Air France at LHR in May 1978 (earlier colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/heathrowjunkie/49658166088
F-BPJG with Air France at ARN in 1984 (later colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/145175264@N02/49798433721
TC-AFC with Noble Air at STN in May 1989:
www.flickr.com/photos/105925977@N03/50149819618
TC-AFC with Istanbul Airlines at NUE in June 1995 (later colours):
www.airhistory.net/photo/350509/TC-AFC
Scan from Kodachrome slide.
Actually, we called him Daddy .....never "Father, Dad, or Pops." Those names did not seem to fit him. He was our leader, our example, our provider--definitely the man of the house. I have few tangible reminders of Daddy, but many great memories and life lessons learned. I recently picked up this old booklet entitled simply "Time". He used this and similar books to record his hours worked (primarily in construction) and to calculate his weekly wages. Times were hard back then, but Daddy managed to raise 7 children on meager wages. We never seemed to lack necessities. What we lacked in "extras" was made up many times over with love and nurturing.
Happy Fathers Day, Daddy.
(Viewed Large, you might be able to see that the drawing on the cover of a sundial. It has a small inscription "Tempest Fugit" or "time flies". Indeed, it does.)
They always told him to photograph what he knew . . .
In the watersheds of the rivers that drain the southwesternmost corner of Washington, logging was the principal economic activity from the late 19th century into the 1970s. Sadly, logging took most of the forests that had been growing there for centuries. At least the loggers and their families recognized that the giant logs were worthy of being captured for posterity.
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20th Finnish-American Festival, Naselle, Washington.