Sunday, February 1, 2026

A Week After

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The Ice Monolith
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Tuttle pointed out that block of ice out by the street the other day. Later on, when The Nuke and Your Humble Scribe went out to fetch BBQ for the tribe, there were a lot of those ice monoliths everywhere.

Last Sunday we started with snow, by the time I got up (9-ish) it was sleet, around noon it was light rain and as it was still very cold, that drizzly rain froze when it landed. By sunset we had a thin glaze of ice on everything. Fortunately there wasn't much of that.

But the parts of streets, roads, driveways, and so forth that hadn't been plowed (or treated) wound up with a good inch or two of ice on top of the snow. So when the town (and state) got out from under all the snow on the main roads and came back to plow the neighborhoods once more, the plows were lifting up those frozen monoliths depicted above.

The Nuke went into work on Wednesday and saw that someone had collected a number of those ice blocks and had built an igloo! I'm guessing it was kids and not that the Inuit were tracking polar bears and seals this far south.

But ya never know!

The knee is better, gets a bit better every day and I'm happy with that. I have avoided walking on ice since then. Should have avoided it altogether but my attention wandered and BAM, next thing you know I'm on the ground wondering just what I was thinking.

I mean, I grew up in this stuff, walking on (as is driving on) ice is not possible without special equipment. Armored fighting vehicles weighing in at nearly 70 tons will slide on that slippery stuff.

Par exemple ...



I mean I'm fairly hefty but nowhere near as hefty as an Abrams, those bad boys slide on ice too. But they don't tip over like I did ...

There's a lesson there, somewhere.



Saturday, January 31, 2026

Anybody Seen Murphy Out There?

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It's been that kind of week ...
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It's the end of January, nearly the beginning of February, so ...

At first the weather report said multiple inches of snow in the Annapolis area (I don't remember the exact amount, might have been six inches) and about the same up in Little Rhody. Perhaps more. Also high winds, 20 sustained with gusts up to fifty or sixty mph.

The Missus Herself overheard Tuttle and Your Humble Scribe discussing the weather possibilities ...

"We shall leave on Friday!"

"But honey ..."

"I have spoken."

I waited a while, then pointed out that upon arrival in Little Rhody on Friday it was forecast to be below zero. A chance of heavy snow and high winds on Sunday.

"We don't have a generator. dear."

"I know that."

"Chez Tuttle et Nuke has a generator."

"And ..."

"If we lose power ..."

"We lost power before, three days."

"The outside temperature was in the low 30s. It's going to be subzero during this storm, possibly. The indoor temperature dropped to the low 40s during that storm. Tolerable with a coat or a blanket. This time it's going to be colder if we lose power. Much colder."

"Hhmm, maybe we can stay until later then."

"Yes, like maybe Monday."

I got a dirty look, but it was followed by a thoughtful one.

Friday dawns and the weather says no snow in Annapolis, no snow to maybe an inch in our area of Little Rhody. Supposed to be a bit windy on Sunday, that's it. In other words, a normal winter day on the coast.

So yeah, we're leaving Sunday, as originally planned.

If the weather changes?

I don't care, we'll go where we need to go.

As for the knee? Still sore as hell but getting better. It doesn't ache constantly, which it did yesterday, even with Advil onboard. So things are looking up.

As my old sergeant used to say, "I wonder what will go wrong next?"

Murphy, he's out there.



Friday, January 30, 2026

No, Really, I'm Fine ...

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It's sore, but there's no swelling. A single Advil and I'm good to go.

Really looking forward to sitting behind the wheel for seven to eight hours today.

But The Missus Herself has spoken and I must bend the knee.

Ah, Hell no.

(I can bend it, would just rather not.)

See you on the flip side.

Update:

Return to base has been postponed due to possibility of a nor'easter on Sunday. Nothing predicted for Maryland, but Little Rhody might see snow and high winds. I'd rather be south with a generator than north without one.

Departure day depends on the forecast, after all, it ain't like I have to go to work, right?

Thursday, January 29, 2026

Well, That Hurts ...

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Whilst out and about¹ to inspect the driveway I was told that one part was okay, the rest was like an ice rink.

Me, Mr. Vermonter and supposedly knowing better, decided to check the slippery bit. Long story short, body went one way, lower left leg went t'other.

While hitting the ground, no damage there, I fall gracefully, I felt a stretch in the inner ligament running beside my left knee. Stretched the hell out of it. Hurt like hell, felt nauseous for a moment.

Couldn't get up, it was that slippery. Had Tuttle drag me to the walkable part of the drive where I was able to regain my feet. Decided that "fun time outside" was now officially over and I withdrew to the house to ice that knee.

Yes, it hurts sometimes to get old.

Hurts worse when you realize that your motor skills ain't what they used to be.

I'll be offline for a few days.

The Muse saw me fall and said, "Eff that, I'm outta here."

Stay frosty my friends.



¹ Oot and aboot in Canadian parlance.

Wednesday, January 28, 2026

As Cold as Ice (Because it is ice!)

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That's an impressive icicle!
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Tuesday was spent hanging out with the grandkids and digging Blue¹ out of the ice. The weather guessers are postulating yet another big snow storm this coming weekend. The weekend we had planned on heading north. The Missus Herself has decided that we will travel on Friday. In order to "miss" the snow. Maybe an inch here, maybe a foot up there.

Who knows?

I sure don't, but she has spoken and I can but obey.

I tried pointing out that we have a generator here, we don't there ...

I fought the law and the law won.

Remember the book, Almost a Lifetime, ya know, the one I keep promising to get published, some day?

Yeah, that one. Still in the plan. However, as I like writing more than I do researching "how to publish a book," I wrote a prequel to Almost a Lifetime. Which goes by the working title of The Prequel. Yes, I will eventually change the name.

I'm editing that one now, because I want to write more. And I will. I'm looking at a trilogy, maybe more. Depends on my mood, mostly.

You can read both books in their raw form here on the blog. One you can find here, the other you cannot, doing all those links takes time dontcha know, and back then I had a regular job, and not much time to do all those links.

Bottom line, you'll have to hunt for it, start here, that's the first chapter of the prequel. I'd help more, but I'm incredibly lazy, more so since I retired. C'est la vie!

Things are nice and quiet here at Chez Tuttle et Nuke for the most part. The boys get a little rowdy at times (no school yet to help them burn off energy) but hey, that's what I get paid for. (What's that? I don't get paid? This is volunteer work? Okay, they're good boys, I can live with that.)

The bruises will heal and perhaps teach this old man not to try and keep up with a five year old and a three year old. I'll know when I'm really old, that's when the boys beat me in a fair fight! (No, I don't play fair now, they've got me outnumbered!)

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And now the driveway is clear!
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Ciao!



¹ Blue is my 2020 Honda Pilot, a fine vehicle she is. She is blue in color, hence the name. Clever lad ain't I?

Tuesday, January 27, 2026

Survived the Latest "Snowmageddon," Such as it Was

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Sunday
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It's hard to tell from the official weather guesser websites but all told it looks like the Annapolis area received anywhere from 7 to 10 inches of snow on Sunday. Using the MK I Mod 0 eyeball, my estimate is 9 inches at my location, before the sleet and freezing rain began. Fortunately that latter event started later than predicted and also ended earlier than predicted.

So we had that going for us.

As you can see, both above and below, the street across the way did NOT get plowed, Sunday OR Monday. The main street through the neighborhood probably had at least five plows and/or sand/salt trucks go up and down on Sunday. That street is pretty clear, the side streets?

Not so much.

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Monday
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Another key thing is that we didn't lose power during the storm. However, we did lose it for an hour or so BEFORE the storm.

The Nuke was preparing Tuttle's birthday supper when everything shut down. Took a while to get the generator up and running, the CO detector kept shutting it down. Apparently that enclosure needs a bit more work. But we did stay powered up, as the stove takes a lot of power, we opted to order pizza.

Apparently the pizza place was running low on tomato sauce so they skimped on that rather than tell anyone. As a result, the pizzas semi-sucked. First world problem, neh?

As to the loss of power, seems a squirrel had crossed two wires or something, toasting itself and blowing the power. Bummer, I've seen that happen.

We stayed warm and cozy on Sunday, watched a lot of football, and woke up to a sunny cold day on Monday. Everyone worked from home (except Your Humble Scribe of course) and the kids had no school.

So Monday was also calm and cozy.

We're just waiting for the sun to melt the ice on top of the remaining snow in the driveway to clear that up.

I'm not sure how Little Rhody fared, they got a lot more snow than Maryland though, of that I'm certain.

The long range forecast is looking at more snow, next weekend.

Sigh, we might be here longer than planned.

Ah well, someone has to spoil the kids.




Monday, January 26, 2026

How to get High...Fast! Redux

 

Given the weather forecast for this past weekend, Electrical Power was kinda "iffy".  No power, no posting. So...You get a repeat from a few years ago.  

 No, Beans, this post has nothing to do with crack pipes. The idea came to me while reading a link I found on Instapundit a while back.  The post was fairly interesting as it discussed a proposal to modify F-15E's to carry a 45' long missile and launch it at altitude and speed.  Currently, most of a missile's fuel is used getting it off the ground and up to an altitude.  Launching it from altitude and speed would alleviate that problem.  

What caught my eye were a couple of things.  First, this.

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The F-15D, at the top, ~35 years ago had my name painted on the canopy rail.  Glad to see she's still around and kicking.

The second thing that caught my eye was the launch profile they proposed to use.

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I recognized it immediately.  It's called the Rutowski Climb profile.  For those of you who are engineering oriented, here's a detailed description. For those of you German Engineers, try this one out. And for those of you with a Naval background, here's one for you.

Basically, the objective is to get as much altitude and speed as possible in the least amount of time.  It was theorized and developed in the 70's as a means to defend against the MiG-25 Foxbat, a very fast, high flying fighter.  (That was proven to be somewhat overrated when Viktor Belenko defected in one in '76).  

In any case, the F-15 was used to test the theory and did so by busting several time to climb records in the Streak Eagle program.  Most of those records still stand.

I recognized it, because while stationed at Kadena, we practiced it because the Russian's had the MiG 25 in the area and it was rumored that the North Koreans had some also.

So, we would practice the maneuver pretty regularly.  We referred to them as the "High Fast Profile".  Our target referred to that portion of their mission as the "Low, Slow Profile".

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Our Target
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We would intercept them as they returned to Kadena from "parts unknown".  We'd orbit in the mid 30's saving gas and GCI would commit us to the intercept at about 200 miles. Suffice it to say, they were WELL above us.

We'd turn hot, light the burners and begin the climb profile.  We'd push over to 0 g.  (Basically, Beans, my 200 Lb (then...now +) body would be weightless.) The engines were at max and we'd continue that descent until we were well above the Mach.  

Then we'd pull it into a climb to gain as much altitude as possible when we reached weapons range.  Timing of this maneuver was absolutely crucial.  Closure rates of 2000NM/hour were regular. To put that in layman's terms, that's 33.3 Nautical miles/minute or ~1 mile every 2 seconds.  So the intercept is either made or missed in less than 400 seconds.  

So, yeah, we practiced the Rutowski Climb profile....a lot.  In fact the highest I've ever been was the result of one.  GCI turned me hot at about 190NM.  (They needed training also, newish guy on the scope, didn't realize that 10 NM is critical.) Typically, the climb angle was about 45o and the target indicator would be steady in the HUD.  That was not the case on this intercept, it was moving towards the top of the HUD.  

So, me being me, I kept pulling, making my climb angle steeper and steeper.  I pass through 50k' as he passes above me (Well Above) and I'm nearly vertical.  About this time, I learn an important lesson. Jet engines need air to run.  In addition, the flight controls need air to function.  There is very little air above 50K'.  

In short I'm riding a bullet with nothing to do until gravity takes pity on me and begins pulling me back to Earth.  That happened at 78,123' on my altimeter.  The sky was very dark and the SR-71 was a reddish-white.

The GCI guy and I reviewed my video tape in private.  No sense in causing consternation in our higher ups.

And THAT is why I recognized the Rutowski Climb Profile immediately.