I was born in Kansas, and grew up throughout the Midwest and east. At 17 I joined the US Navy as a Submarine Sonar Technician, serving in that capacity on various Fast Attack and Ballistic missile subs for the next 20 years, with a couple of shore duty breaks. I retired as the Work Programs Director for the Naval Regional Brig at Bangor Submarine Base, and spent some overlapping time as a Reserve Police Officer for the City of Bremerton WA, a job I continued for ten years, until the ankles gave out, and running was no longer an option.
Currently I work as a Marine Electrician instructor and as an Author with two novels in print and more to come. My wife and I along with various dogs and cats live in the Pacific Northwest as the Kids are out and on their own with kids of their own. On weekends, I dress up in 70 pounds of armor to bash people with sticks as a member of a Medieval Recreation group, hunt deer and elk, and shake my head at the stupidity of people. I’ve got at least as eclectic a set of interests as I have had occupations, so look for articles on Science Fiction and S/F fandom, Hunting and conservation, (yes they’re the same thing) Firearms, Politics from the perspective of a “little L” libertarian, or Jeffersonian liberal (which has absolutely NOTHING to do with what today’s politics call a liberal) or anything that I come across that seems to be in need of being brought to people’s attention or mocked as the fuckery it is.
Title of my Corner is “The Scuttlebutt”. What’s that you ask? Glad you asked! In the days of sail, water was carried in barrels known as Butts. When the old one was empty, you opened the top of another one, thus scuttling it. It was the original “office water cooler”, and all the rumors, and news of the day was discussed around it. Eventually scuttlebutt came to be the rumors themselves. Sailors being an odd lot, everything was discussed, and there were no sacred cows. So it shall be here! It’s liberty hall boys, put your feet on the table and call the cat a rat bastard, but don’t spill the hootch, and try to clean up after yourself.
Welcome back to the Scuttlebutt. No, sadly, this isn’t a movie review of the new Wonder Woman. I haven’t gotten to see it yet, due to domestic commitments. Rest assured it’s on my list, but this is the busy part of the year for the wife and I, and we must carve out some time ...
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This guy hosted the Emmys. I mention that, because based on the ratings, no one saw the damn show, so you may have missed it. Well, truth be told, you didn’t miss anything, but therein lies the tale.
Yes, Colbert hosted ...
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My original intent for this week’s column was to discuss and review the movie I watched with my wife and friends on Friday night. Men make plans and Loki laughs.
In the aftermath of Sunday night, I hesitate to even say the name of the movie, it’s in such sudden poor ...