German rocket scientists

December 31, 2007
Huntsville Journal
When the Germans, and Rockets, Came to Town
By SHAILA DEWAN

HUNTSVILLE, Ala. — In 1950, this cotton market town in northern Alabama lost a bid for a military aviation project that would have revived its mothballed arsenal. The consolation prize was dubious: 118 German rocket scientists who had surrendered to the Americans during World War II, led by a man — a crackpot, evidently — who claimed humans could visit the moon.

Ultimately those German immigrants made history, launching the first American satellite, Explorer I, into orbit in January 1958 and putting astronauts on the moon in 1969. The crackpot, Wernher von Braun, was celebrated as a visionary.

Far less attention, though, has been given to the space program’s permanent transformation of Huntsville, now a city of 170,000 with one of the country’s highest concentrations of scientists and engineers. The area is full of high-tech giants like Siemens, LG and Boeing, and a new biotech center.

Rocket scientists, propulsion experts and military contractors have given the area per capita income levels above the national average and well above the rest of the state.

Huntsville residents regard their city as an oasis, as un-Alabaman as Alabama can be. But they acknowledge that the state’s backwater reputation is a hindrance to recruiting. Local boosters are hoping to use the 50th anniversary of Explorer I on Jan. 31 as a way to promote Huntsville as Rocket City, unveiling a new pavilion, housing a 363-foot Saturn V rocket, at the U.S. Space and Rocket Center, a museum and popular tourist attraction.

Even the Germans, who had spent five years cloistered on an Army base near El Paso, knew beforehand of Alabama’s spotty “résumé,” as Konrad Dannenberg, who at 95 is one of the last surviving members of the original von Braun team, put it last week.

“We knew that the people here run around without shoes,” Dr. Dannenberg said, in a tone of deadpan gravity. “They make their money moonshining and that’s what they drink for breakfast, and supper. And so we, in a way, were a little bit disappointed that it was really not that bad.”

The residents were wary of the Germans as well. They knew that most of them had been members of the Nazi Party and that they had built the V-2 rocket for Hitler. But the charismatic von Braun accepted virtually every speaking invitation, winning over Rotarians and peanut farmers.

And the Germans tried hard to assimilate. Von Braun insisted that the scientists speak English if there was so much as a single American, even a janitor, within earshot, said Ernst Stuhlinger, 94, another surviving member of the team. Dr. Stuhlinger was one of many who settled on Monte Sano, the mountain overlooking the town, which reminded the Germans of home.

“People said, ‘If you had just been at war with these people, how can you be so accepting of them?’ ” recalled Loretta Spencer, the 70-year-old mayor of Huntsville, offering a visitor a homemade pecan cookie. “But I think we were just in awe.”

In school, the German children’s diligence posed a challenge. “I remember working real hard in physics class to beat Axel Roth, who later worked for NASA,” Ms. Spencer said. “I beat him by a point on the final exam, and I was really tickled by it.”

The Germans also needed thousands of Americans to staff the missile program. Many who answered the call were “rocket boys” like Homer H. Hickam Jr., author of the memoir by that name, who scavenged together his first rockets in a West Virginia mining town and now lives here. Others were young men from cotton-picking families who went to school on the G.I. Bill.

By the time Explorer I was launched, the residents of Huntsville had so thoroughly adopted the Germans that there was an impromptu celebration. Charles E. Wilson, the former secretary of defense whose severe curtailment of the Germans’ work was blamed by some as having allowed the Soviet Union to beat America to space with Sputnik, was burned in effigy.

And by the mid-1960s, von Braun had so mastered the local culture that when he wanted voters to approve a bond issue for the Space and Rocket Center, he persuaded Bear Bryant, the revered University of Alabama football coach, and Shug Jordan, the rival Auburn coach, to make a television commercial supporting the project.

Rocketry permeated Huntsville, where windows shook and dishes cracked each time the powerful propulsion engines were tested. Children built rockets powered by zinc powder and sulfur, and the mad-scientist-in-the-basement tradition still has a hold. Tim Pickens, a rocket designer who helped a private manned spacecraft win the $10 million X Prize in 2004, attached a 200-pound-thrust engine to a bicycle in his garage here.

City officials trying to capitalize on this kind of ingenuity are irritated that prominent scholars have chosen this moment to scrutinize the von Braun team’s Nazi ties.

A new biography by Michael J. Neufeld portrays von Braun as a man who made a Faustian bargain. Diane McWhorter, a Pulitzer Prize-winning historian and Birmingham native, is at work on a book on the space race that compares Nazi ideology to contemporaneous white supremacy in the South.

Most Huntsvillians concluded long ago that the Germans had been coerced into joining the party. And, though skeptical of claims that the scientists were thoroughly apolitical, Ms. McWhorter says Southerners might easily understand that membership in an organization is not necessarily the best indicator of sentiment.

“There were members of the White Citizens Council in the South who were probably less racist than people who weren’t members,” she said.

Residents point to the symphony and the Huntsville branch of the University of Alabama, both nurtured into being by the Germans, and say their enlightened views contributed to the fact that the town had the first integrated elementary school in the state. Dr. Von Braun himself was threatened by the Ku Klux Klan for hiring blacks, said Bob Ward, a Huntsville newsman and von Braun biographer.

Besides, Huntsville is a forward-looking place. The Nazi question “just doesn’t come up,” said Loren Traylor, a Chamber of Commerce vice president. “That was then, this is now.”

Scientology in Germany

Certainly not as we see it in America...Before I could teach in a German highschool, I had to affirm in an oath that I was not a Scientologist...Shades of Tom Cruise!!!

International Herald Tribune
German security officials again seek ban of Scientology

The Associated Press
Friday, December 7, 2007

BERLIN: Germany's top security officials said Friday that they considered the goals of the Church of Scientology to be in conflict with the principles of the country's Constitution and would seek to ban the organization.

The interior ministers of Germany's 16 states plan to give the domestic intelligence agency the task of preparing the necessary information to outlaw the organization, which has been under observation here for a decade on suspicions that it "threatens the peaceful democratic order" of the country.

The ministers, and the federal interior minister, Wolfgang Schäuble, "consider Scientology to be an organization that is not compatible with the Constitution," said Ehrhart Körting, interior minister of Berlin, who presided over a two-day conference.

Sabine Weber, president of the Church of Scientology in Berlin, said she viewed the renewed attempt to ban the organization as a reaction to increasing acceptance of Scientologists in several European countries.

"It is very, very clear that the true picture of what Scientology is about is pushing its way through," Weber said. "The interior ministers are clearly reacting to that."

Scientologists have long battled to end the federal surveillance effort, saying it abuses their rights to freedom of religion. They point to several lower-court rulings in favor of their right to practice in Germany as a religious organization.

The interior ministers gave no specific examples for their decision, but the most recent annual report on extremism compiled by their agencies criticized the organization for disregarding human rights.

That report said that based on "a number of sources," some of which were not disclosed publicly, it had been determined that Scientology "seeks to limit or rescind basic and human rights, such as the right to develop one's personality and the right to be treated equally."

This year, the German government refused to allow the producers of a movie starring Tom Cruise, an adherent of Scientology, to film scenes in the country, although it did not state Scientology as its reason. It later allowed production to go ahead.

The Church of Scientology, based in Los Angeles, was founded in 1954 by the science fiction writer L. Ron Hubbard. It came to Germany in 1970 and officials estimate it now has about 6,000 members here.

Jounalism problems in Germany

The New York Times


August 10, 2007
Editorial
Harassing Germany’s Media

Germany would seem to be one of the last places to find the government trying to intimidate its journalists these days. News of secret C.I.A. flights that whisked prisoners through the Continent to places where torture is allowed has horrified many Europeans in recent years. The German courts have been in the forefront of condemning “extraordinary rendition” — the practice of loading terrorism suspects onto planes and secretly flying them to Afghanistan or Syria or other particularly dangerous spots for anyone behind bars.

A German court even issued a warrant in January for the arrest of 13 people said to be part of a Central Intelligence Agency “abduction team” involved in the kidnapping and jailing of a German citizen in 2003. Khaled el-Masri, a German of Lebanese descent, was seized in Macedonia and flown to Afghanistan where he was brutally interrogated for five months before being released without charges ever being filed.

Yet despite such widespread concern, the government is investigating at least 17 German journalists from top publications, like Der Spiegel and Die Welt, for their articles about a parliamentary committee investigating these renditions. World news media organizations, including the Committee to Protect Journalists, have rightly demanded an end to what amounts to political intimidation by the German authorities in these cases.

Such attempts to stop the reporting on this important subject not only work against the public interest, in Germany they appear to be illegal. The German high court earlier this year approved a shield law that should protect journalists from this kind of harassment — a protection that so far Congress has withheld from the American press. On the most basic level, if a government prosecutes journalists to find the names of their sources, those sources disappear, and journalists can be intimidated into giving up hard-hitting investigations. What goes on inside a government becomes more and more secret, which is bad news for democracy, and what’s left for the public are official press releases.

Miklós Haraszti, the representative focusing on media freedom for the Organization for the Security and Cooperation in Europe, had it right in his letter earlier this week to Germany’s Minister of Justice. “Initiating proceedings against the media merely in retaliation for their publishing, with the aim of deterring them from similar editorial decisions, is inadmissible in a society proud of its press freedoms.” Germany’s prosecutors should drop their attempts to intimidate their nation’s journalists.

Harvest time early summer

I have often mentioned that Germany is a land that does not have open spaces as in the USA. There is no remaining land that is not owned or belonging to a city or town. That being said, I can take a short walk from my apartment and within a few minutes see such sights as an early summer harvest as shown in the picture. I often take this route as it is a circle from apartment and back along the fields and a tree alley (Trees lining the road on both sides) which takes about 40 minutes. The advantage is I get my exercise and clear my head as well enjoying the familiar route while observing the changes of the seasons. I have photographed this area many times...

Today I read in the local paper that for every euro in Germany, 53 percent goes to the State and 47 percent for the individual who possesses it. The 53 percent is taxes, retirement, health insurance, church ( if you are a declared Lutheran or Catholic) added value tax, or whatever they figure they can take from that euro. Nevertheless, Germany is still the 3rd or 4th richest nation in the world.

Today was also a visit to my local dentist for a filling and on the wall of the office was this picture which was painted by a friend of the dentist. It depicts a land or large island in the shape of a tooth and all the landmarks have to do with aspects of dentistry. The Land is called "Dental Land". The two dentists names are shown as towns or areas and all the assistants are on the map. There are the molar islands to the right, and nerve rivers etc. My phone camera was used to take the picture and therefore it is too fuzzy to see the names. I will say that in between getting your teeth taken care of it is an interesting object similar to a Tolkien novel with its map to take your mind of that dreaded drill.

The picture of the beer garden and lake was taken a few weeks ago as I made an evening bicycle trip stopping off at one of my favorite "Watering" holes for a Bratwurst in a roll and naturally a "made in Hof" beer.

Monday in Germany

The weather has been a bit "anstaendig" which means it is nice and then suddenly rainy but for my garden everything is growing like in a tropical rainforest. I harvested one of the red currant bushes in my garden which was so heavy, part of the fruit was in the mud in the strawberry patch. Red currant jelly is fantastic as it has sweet sour taste and the currant berries are the best, fresh on vanilla ice cream or on cereal.

A busy weekend with rehearsals for an upcoming concert on Sunday and a sense of relief now that there was a compromise attributed to the German Chancelor Angela Merkel and Poland´s insistence on not ratifying a new treaty for the European Union. see link

belated blog

I have been remiss to publish my latest thoughts and reports from Germany and I will attempt to bring anyone up to date on what is happening. The Bavarian administration shot down the planned building of a bigger airport in Pirk which is our local airport and quite handy for getting to Frankfurt. It can only serve propeller planes and the lengthening would let us naturally go further than Munich or Frankfurt etc. There is a lot of politics involved as well as the financing but I heard today that Hof will shrink from about 48,000 to 40,000 inhabitants in the future which means money loss from the govt. and the EU. This will affect everything from culture to business and so ergo the need for an airport that can keep attracting tourism in and out, business etc. check this link out in English

Today I finally stirred my stumps and took a bike ride over to the lake which has a great beer garden and one can refuel for the journey home.

We are having hot, humid weather lately which is traditionally more in the middle of July early August. The good news is that I can plant tomatoes outside instead of only in my green house. Here is a picture of my strawberry patch which has been yielding the sweet fruit since the end of May.

The next letter will discuss the problem of Poland, Germany and the EU.

preserving the ice

The long dry spell is over and finally the garden will get enough water. I noticed an article in the newspaper and this picture of workers covering the glacier at the Zugspitze in Germany. The purpose is not to save the glacier but at least to get 15 more years of skiing if all goes well. They had to begin a week earlier than usual as a result of the abnormally hot April. ( hottest in 200 years )

Do it yourself shopping

Today I was at the butchers down the road to pick up some fresh ground meat for a chili dish that I will be making tomorrow. You can go to the supermarket or chain store like in the States but you don´t know where the meat comes from. I know at my local store that the meat is from locally slaughtered cattle even if it is trucked in from some other area of Germany or the European Union. The wurst or coldcuts are made locally and so one has a feeling of some sort of security. The act of going is also different in some ways than shopping at the big supermarket in the USA. It is down the street and the place is small so bumping into neighbors is more likely. You have to stand in line most of the times as the butcher that I shop at is quite popular and is known for its quality of offerings. You can even pick up a wine or pasta to accompany your selection of meat with tips and offerings of the week. I like the feeling and today as is always on Fridays and Saturday mornings there is a fruit and vegetable stand outside. The fun thing about this sort of business is the proprietors really hawk their produce and make commments about the taste and freshness of whatever they are selling. You get instant commentary which again makes for a feeling of being connected to the food chain. A good produce seller enhances the business takein as well as I think ensuring that the best product is being offered to the customer. Next to the butcher is a bakery so in a sense you can find most of what you need for a breakfast buffet or evening meal. The bread is baked fresh daily and there is a myriad of different types including sweet rolls and cakes.
I think that in the long run it is also more environmentally friendly.

Latest news from Germany

I was perusing the paper this morning and several things were of interest. This was the warmest winter since 1901 with the highest temperature registered in Sigmarszell, Bavaria at 66.2 degrees Fahrenheit on the eighth of December. Thanks to the mild weather the storks have returned early from their winter quarters in Spain. In the past the birds that came back around the beginning of March were called "Frühankommer" in German and early birds by us in English.

The opinion articles concerned freedom of the press and here is the link in Engleutsch which is English combined with German but you will get the point. Another opinion article was the idea of having a free day from autos traffic which was prefaced by "Why not?" this can be seen at this link.

One of the most charming things about driving to North Germany near the North Sea is the lovely houses with reed roofs. Here is an article about the puzzling attack of mold affecting the roofs.

Hof germany and the Oscars

Naturally we are proud of the first German in 80 years to win an Oscar but the real story is that we have the Hofer Film Festival each year here and the quoted article (see Link) is the opinion that without the experience of the Hof Film festival and the help from the Festival Director Heinz Badewitz he would probably have come as far as he did. (Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck)

What is funny is in the online translation Mr. Badewitz is called Mr. Bath Joke which is actually what Bade and Witz mean separately. We have as many funny names in English such as "Culpepper" to begin with.

re my international career as singer.

From: George

To: James Clark

Sent: Thursday, January 11, 2007 5:33 AM

Subject: Re: Vincent Sardi Jr., Restaurateur and Unofficial 'Mayor of Broadway,' Dies at 91

Hi Jim,

I know you have performed all over Europe, Japan and the US. In what other regions have you performed?

George

Hi George

That´s it. I was supposed to perform in Taiwan, passport was ready etc. but my wife did not want me to go so I stayed home. In Europe I have performed in Switzerland, Austria, Romania, Slovakia, Csech Republic, Germany, and did an audition in Budapest for the opera there.

When I was in England two years ago, Alan Waugh, I, and his wife sang a concert till about 4 AM for his 2 labrador retrievers. Sadly they slept during most of our endeavours. It was a memorable concert with me on keyboard, Alan on Guitar and I think his wife played the cello with all of us doing vocals. The problem with my memory of the concert is that it was watered down with the exquisite Ales that are common to this region. I guess you could sort of add England to the list but the critics were not impressed.

Wait a minute!! I was on board the Vistafjord Cruise ship in 1989 in the Carribean, and the Sagafjord in 1990 in Tahiti as part of an opera trio. We sang in international waters off the coasts of most of the Islands in the Carribean as well as underway to Tahiti off the coasts of Baha Mexico and then the Tahitian group of islands. Do these count?

Don´t forget my solo concerts in Vietnam when no one was listening and in ports of the mediterranean including a sing along at 3 in the morning with the Commander and troops of the Foreign Legion at Corsica. There was also a command performance in Spain at a Cafe in Carboneras for General Galin y Soga and officers of the Spanish Marine Corps. They all shouted (the Spaniards) "Que Dulce la voce" and other assorted Spanish compliments. A Lieutenant named Miguel then commandeered my guitar and played those wonderful Jotas which are Spanish folk dances. The other officers then danced as he played jotas from their particular regions such as Catalonia. All this and naturally my hard working battalion commander was totally unaware that the S-4 (me) was performing difficult liason duties albeit unofficial and I guess AWOL from the battle scene (exercise). ( The Spanish General and his officers participating in the exercise were also not at their battle stations being more relaxed about this serious business of war games. ) This an a few other things contributed to my not making Lt.Col but that is another chapter in my upcoming book of entitled "200 Reasons I did not make Lt.Col. "

Semper Fi,

Jim

Vincent Sardi

Excerpt from New York Times Article:
Vincent Sardi Jr., Restaurateur and Unofficial 'Mayor of Broadway,' Dies at 91
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/05/nyregion/05sardi.html

Vincent Sardi Jr., who owned and managed Sardi's restaurant, his father's theater-district landmark, for more than half a century and became, by wide agreement, the unofficial mayor of Broadway, died yesterday at a hospital in Berlin, Vt.. He was 91 and had lived in Warren, Vt., since retiring in 1997.

MY COMMENT
In the late 70´s I had the honor to sit next to Vincent at a mess night sponsored by the New Jersey/New York MCROA in the New York City’s 69th Regiment Armory. At the time I was president of the Garden State Chapter. The guest of honor was PX Kelly and his wife. General Kelly was then heading the Strategic Command in Florida. Major Sardi suggested that I sing the Star Bangled Banner. Of course it was a little embarrassing as I am not used to yodeling in front of people but anyway I forced myself to sing and General Kelly was impressed. When I did reserve duty at the Naval Annex I would stop by to chat with the then Commandant of the Marine Corps, General Kelly as well as visit with George Navadel and Chaplain Ammons. (Jim Woodring and Joe Arroyo former XO of India company were also at Headquarters Marine Corps.) I sang so well that it was recommended I stay at the rank of Major instead of progressing to Lt.Col. as the promotion board told me that it wouldn´t be fitting for a Battalion Commander to serenade the troops...

Silvester Abend or New Years Eve

They don´t call it New Years Eve here in Germany but the evening is named after an obscure Saint Silvester. I sang the role of the Herzog von Urbino (Duke) in the Strauss Operetta " A Night in Venice" this evening at the Stadhalle in Bayreuth. The website has an interesting 360 degree picture of the theater and the surroundings. After the operetta there was a buffet dinner and then promptly at midnight, fireworks outside in the courtyard. Shortly before midnight a group of large Bavarians with leather shorts complete with hats and feathers came into the banquet hall of the theater and I discovered they were part of the fireworks display. They carried those short cannons called "Arkbusses" and fired them from the balcony outside of the theater during the fireworks display. They were from a local shooting club. The picture at the bottom is of the Operetta on the stage.

looking back and forward

The year 2006 is quickly winding down and I did send this picture as an email to friends and family. I am standing at the 66th floor of the Chase building in Houston in November of this now waining year. It was a busy year and in all 3 operas, 2 operettas 4 concerts in two different continents, 3 countries, 7 cities/towns. I learned how to speak better text on the stage in both English and German also continuing to polish the memory skills needed for performance.

More important this year was the addition of 2 more grandchildren at the end of August and beginning of September.

I am now moving towards the age of 66 in 2007 with the attendant aches and pains as well as extreme gratefulness for the ability/health and strength to still practice my profession. Each year is an added blessing to a life that has been up to now a great ride with the joys outweighing the regrets. I think a way to view life is to sum up all the wishes you ever had and then see how many came true. That means to really see what happened because it is difficult sometimes to recognize the realization of a dream in actuality. One wants to see a result that is concrete instead of the fantasy. The fantasy is the attained goal not the hard fact.

up to the matterhorn

In the background is the famous Matterhorn near the ski resort Zermatt where I sang a concert on Wednesday last week. The concert was at the 5 star hotel Seiler
I got to this place where I am standing by riding a small train that creeps up the mountain and the views are spectacular.

The Marine Chaplain

James Ammons February 22, 1931 * November 15, 2006

My first recollection of Jim was in 1964 on board a Navy ship in the Carribean as I was making my first cruise as a second lieutenant platoon commander with the Marines. He was then a lieutenant J.G. and was the Navy Protestant chaplain which simply means he was along with the Catholic chaplain, Father Malcolm, an officer who looked after the spiritual well being of the Sailors and Marines through counseling, observing and religious services. I was a music major in college and always looking for an excuse to play music, offered my services as organist to Jim knowing that I would be able to indulge in my hobby. It was the start of a long friendship that came recently to an end with Jim`s passing. We shared the same birthday, ten years to the day, I being born on February 22, in 1941. The first thing I noticed about Jim when he was in uniform was the full chest of campaign ribbons on his chest to which he informed me were World War II, and Korea service medals. He had I believe, if my memory serves me well, enlisted underage at 16 in the Marines in 1946 and was sent to China for postwar operations. He returned to civilian life and joining the army reserve as an engineer. He was called to active duty during the Korean war seeing action there. He returned again to civilian life and became a Baptist minister taking a commission in the Chaplains Corps in the Navy in the early 60`s.

Jim´s first task with me was to try to cure my penchant for using cuss words and it was a valiant attempt that was probably one of Jim´s only failures. I heard him say only one cuss word in all the years I knew him and that as he quoted a toast that he had made to a Colonel nicknamed "Blackjack" at a dinner in Vietnam (I was not present) for battalion commanders. He told me about it and the purpose of the toast was to give a sly jibe to "Blackjack`s" somewhat degenerate life style and the subsequent maladies of the consequences. (Blackjack was our battalion XO on the Carribean cruise and Jim had an opportunity to get to know him well) He (Blackjack) was a great Marine, colorful, and a fighter. Jim`s toast went something like this as he raised his glass to this memorable Marine, " Well Blackjack, here´s to F******g !" Jim told me this story as we were jogging inside the perimeter of Camp JJ Carroll on the DMZ which incidentally was at high noon on a sunny extremely hot day in April. It was good time to work out as it was too hot to do anything else. I would bet there are few Navy Chaplains who would be jogging anywhere at 95 degrees fahrenheit unless they were crazy former Marines.

The Carribean cruise moved along with landings in Puerto Rico and Guantanamo. Jim and I took a walk to inspect "Gitmo" one day and as it would be, me being a hot tempered unseasoned 2d Lt., we were passed by some Seabees who like many sailors had forgotten what saluting is all about. I had a fit and was cussing them out with Jim gently pulling me back telling me to relax and go easy on them thar " bad words".
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Sundays were the high point of the week back then for me and Jim asked me to get some of the troops together to help with the hymn singing at the services. Jim then mentioned to Lt.Col. "Blackjack" about the church services and the music and I got a call to report to the XO. He commanded me to form a BLT Chorus of Marines and with Jim's help we got a group of songbirds from among the troops. When we arrived at San Juan Puerto Rico, the BLT Chorus toured the area singing Christmas music at various public events. Jim came along to give moral support and offer critique.

I arrived in September of 1966 at An Hoa, Vietnam, a military base 50 miles or so south of Da Nang to begin my tour or duty with the 3rd Battalion, Ninth Marines and the first person to welcome me aboard was Jim Ammons. What a surprise and a pleasure to see him again. He asked me if I would play for services and I agreed but would need the field organ (a sort of harmonium with foot pedals to produce the sound) in the company headquarters or "Hooch". . I was XO of India Company at the time and Captain Navadel, my company commander said I must stay in the rear to write up recommendations for battle awards and look after the office personnel until I completed the drafts for the recommendations for heroism in combat. The field organ was placed to the right of my field desk and I was able to once again indulge in my music hobby.

I often remember many occasions walking with Jim, long conversations and at the time, smoking our pipes. Jim was an avid pipe smoker at that time and I was so impressed, I asked my wife to send me one in a care package. I have included a picture of Jim with his pipe and the situation is rather unusual. We were on patrol and Jim had asked to go along. How many chaplains have ever gone on a combat patrol as observer? We moved through a bush row at an accessible point, first I and then First Sergeant Raymond Rogers. Jim was behind us and stopped. I turned to see why he hadn't followed and pointed to the ground we had just walked over. The first sergeant's mouth opened wide and my eyes took in a trip wire that we had miraculously stepped over without touching it attached to a homemade mine. It was a grenade in a tin can and when pulled out it would explode. The picture shows Jim and in the background which is difficult to see, is the mine.

He had a soft voice and delivered his sermons with a convincing style. He once gave me advice as I was having problems with running a rifle company and that was to try to be ahead of the situation and to not merely react. This was probably the best advice I have ever gotten, something I still am trying to work on. People like Jim tell you things and you never forget them. I still keep on remembering things that he said to me after all these years. Some things are somewhat buried in the back of the mind and then I think about him. It all comes back.

Over the years after completing active duty, I remained in the Marine Corps Reserves and on occasions visited with Jim and his wife Jeannine in Virginia. He had risen in the Chaplain Corps Ranks and was working at the Naval Annex near the Pentagon. He told me a few years later that he had taken up Tai Quan Do martial arts and had broken his back at an martial arts exhibition. He was told in the hospital that he would not be able to be as physically active as before but he came out of the hospital and was as fit as ever. Then there were some years when Jim moved on to other things and we lost contact. He led I believe a Presbterian Congregation and later together with his wife gave inspirational seminars.

I was able again to find Jim a few years ago through Colonel George Navadel, USMC who has in many respects watched over our former rifle company in Vietnam and has been the point of contact for so many of us that served together.

Jim told me that he had been battling cancer for some years and he continued to battle for the next 4 or 5 years during which we were able to correspond through letters, telephone calls and emails. In January of 2006, I talked to his wife Jeannine who said that Jim had come back from the hospital and did not want any more treatment. She said he would be receiving hospice care, a service for people in the end phase of illness. He fought on until this November.


Good bye and Semper Fidelis Jim

Bring home the bacon!

I just discovered this article
in the Times today. I will soon be heading back to Germany on Tuesday and back to the cuisine that I have missed particularly Bread and cheap good Beer and wine something that is missing here. The prices are much higher here compared to Germany and that includes California Wine. I first discovered German belly bacon (bauchspeck) years ago and have used it especially in dishes such as amatriciana (spelling) a sauce for sphagetti.

blast from the past

I couldn´t resist putting this link in to a review I got back in 1985 at City Opera in Puritani

The next day a wag in the chorus at City Opera said they had dug up Mozart and Beethoven to write a few more lines for me!

Driving Miss Daisy in Houston

Actually there is no Miss Daisy but a Red Dodge Caliber that I have rented for the time that I am in Houston. The picture here is probably I-45 or I-10 going past downtown Houston or I-610 or even route 59 and the assumption is that there is smooth sailing past the famous skyline. This is false as the highways are generally packed, slow moving, and totally frustrating. Worse than the Freeways in California if that could be possible and like LA there is not a moment in the 24/7 without TRAFFIC. The side roads are jam packed with workers, shoppers, and football moms driving mostly pickup trucks. It seems every corner on these streets have traffic lights that are programmed to turn red when vehicles are sensed to be moving in their direction and remain red for at least 15 minutes before an obligatory 3 second green light. Here is a traffic map of central area. If you get on one of the main highways you must be aware that traffic moves along faster on the right hand side when you need move right to get off and when you need to move left to avoid getting on to another highway, vice versa...forget it!!! ! I will be glad to get back to the good ol´Autobahn with its tiny narrow lanes, poorly marked and lighted but the fast flow directed to the left and don´t remain there long as a porsch doing 200 miles an hour will be up your tailpipe...

opera in the heights

I have just sung the first of 3 performances of the role of Belmonte in Mozart´s "Abduction from the Seraglio" on Friday at Opera in Heights in Houston, Texas. It was a stretch for me as I have not sung such a lyrical Mozart role since around 1970 so I had to keep it concentrated and not full blown like I normally would sing. Here is a picture of me shortly before making my first entrance

There was a cover soprano named Veronica Olvera with whom I sang most of my rehearsals and she sang the final dress rehearsal with me. A great talent and I wish her the best of success in the future.



Well I finally made it on to NPR in Houston on the local public radio. This was at the studio KUHF shortly before we went on air. For the family, I will send you a cd of the show and anyone else who wants a copy.