Category: Back in the day

  • Another IPMS/USA National Convention

    (Note:  I am publishing this more or less simultaneously on the Iron Modeler blog and in the IPMS/Mid-Carolina Newsflash.  The local guys may wonder why I add identifiers to folks they know well—there’s why!)

    Howdy, All!

    This year’s IPMS/USA National Convention is in the books, and all I can say is that the folks of the Chattanooga crew are to be congratulated on what was a superb event.  From the time I arrived at 1PM on Wednesday until I departed on Saturday around 5PM, I had a thoroughly enjoyable time.  The things to see, the people to meet…

    If you’ve never been, you simply must go to at least one.  Why?  Well, here’s a recap of my extended weekend…

    Wednesday, 7 August:

    I arrived a bit after 1PM.  I went inside the huge Chattanooga Convention Center, and walked down to the Pre-Registration room.  Yes, they had a small room to handle the task, which worked a treat, since there were no long lines and crowding in the corridor.  From the time I said “Hello” to Ann Strandberg until I walked back out into the corridor took about 30 seconds.  Seriously.  This was the quickest I was ever in and out of Pre-Registration out of the five IPMS/USA Conventions I have attended.

    By the way, Ann is a HUGE asset to these shows—she is a First Class organizer, and I learned from our experience in Columbia that she’s very good at what she does.  She and her husband Bill seem to be omnipresent at these shows.  Bill and I spent more than a few minutes sharing ideas and catching up during the show.  Bill and Ann, it was great seeing both of you!

    After that, I went back to the car to retrieve my Display Only models.  I think I’ve told you all before that my competition days are behind me, but when someone offers display only space, I’m on it.  I had a few models that will be covered in their own right in a later installment, and I found a table and set the models out.  I took the containers back to the car, and then ventured back to the model room.  The display tables seemed to be filling up rather quickly—a good sign, to be sure!  IPMS/USA hasn’t been very big on Display Only up until maybe 10 years ago, and interest didn’t seem to be there.  I believe this year may change some minds—if future conventions continue this trend, it will be a good thing, indeed!  Mike Moore and the whole Chattanooga crew are to be commended for making this one of their focus items.

    I checked out some of the Display Only tables.  Rich VanZant of Mississippi had four tables full of his 1/48 scale airplanes.  Mark Deliduka of SoCal had some 750 armor pieces on display.  Gil Hodges had several tables full of resin and vacuum-formed models.  Dave Maher, Bob Kerfonta, and the IPMS/Charlotte crew was setting up their Corsair display…

    I took a quick sweep through the contest tables, and, as usual, was impressed by the quality of work on the tables.  Several collections caught my eye.  The IPMS/Race City Modelers had a group of 1/48 scale P-51’s built from the available kits, each one perched on a base featuring the box are for the kit from which the model was constructed.  Very nice, and from my standpoint it simply proved to me that “older” doesn’t automatically equal “unbuildable” or “obsolete”.  There was also a group of Afrika Corps armor, a chronology of 20mm weapons, a U-Boat pen in what I can describe as a semi-boxed scene, and more.

    Since it was early days and the models were still rolling in, I stepped into the World’s Largest Mobile Hobby Shop, aka the vendor room.  As I walked the aisles, I was amazed by several new products…

    Wingnut Wings had several of their 1/32 Lancaster proofs on display.  Wow.  Too big for me, but they have a solution in the works for those looking for a large Lancaster but don’t have the space—they will offer the forward fuselage (from the wing leading edge forward) as a separate kit at some point next year.  If you like Lanc Nose Art, this may be your ticket.  A Fokker Dr.I was being shown along with shots of their upcoming Handley-Page O/400 and O/100—the latter was a bit of a surprise.  They were already doing a brisk business, selling kits…

    Tamiya were there with their display kits including the 1/24 Toyota TS-050 Hybrid (gotta get one of these!) and, of course, their new P-38F/G.  One of the benefits of Pre-Registration?  Tamiya provided 300 pre-release copies of the kit to the convention to do with as they wished with the proceeds going to the show.  The organizers decided to include a green ticket in the Goody Bag that worked as a sort of raffle—they would draw numbers throughout the event, and if your number was called, you had the opportunity to purchase one of the kits.

    Eduard was at the show with around 400 of their new P-51D-5 “Chattanooga Choo-Choo” kits in 1/48th scale.  I understand that the lines at the Eduard stand were out the door when the vendor room opened on Wednesday, people were so geeked up to get a copy or two of the kit!  I perused the parts trees, and this one looks to be a winner.  I already have a herd of Mustangs in the stash—Hasegawa, Tamiya, and one of the new Airfix kits—but I will probably buy the Eduard kit, too.  I just didn’t buy one at the show…

    Speaking of Airfix, I spoke to the Hornby’s representatives at the Squadron table.  I got to run my hands over the new 1/25 F6F-5 Hellcat kit—rather large for my tastes, but it is a spectacular kit.  We talked a bit on upcoming releases.  I believe if they can tie down their financial woes, Airfix will continue to be a strong player in the hobby.

    Thursday, 8 August:

    I was up with the chickens, since I was going to present “Model Building 101” at 9 AM.  I went downstairs (I stayed at a Holiday Inn Express a few miles away—best cinnamon rolls around!), grabbed some eats, and headed out.  The seminar went well—I had 17 or 18 people in attendance, and I believe everybody learned something.  It wasn’t as well-attended as the same seminar at our show in Columbia, but it was also early in the show—I wasn’t worried.  I got the right 17 or 18 people—people who wanted to be there.

    After the seminar, I stashed the laptop and laser pointer, and headed to the vendor room.  I made a few purchases—I had been waiting for the Special Hobby 1/72 scale SAAB Viggen for a while, and I was surprised to see that they not only had the JA-37 kit as a single, but also had a dual kit (Duo-Kit) with the AJ-37 and the SK-37 two-seater along with a reference book.  The single kit cost $30, the Duo cost $64—in effect, I either paid $2 more per kit and got a free book, or I got a great book for $4.  Win-win, either way.

    I was also under orders to see the guys at the fündekals table, which I did.  Jonathan Strickland was there with some product, as well as some renderings of the stuff they are working on, and all I can say is you need to check them out if you haven’t yet:  http://www.fundekals.com/

    As I wandered, I started to bump into people I know, or had met years ago and hadn’t seen since.  This continued throughout the weekend and I suppose I should thank all of them for saving me money by keeping me away from the vendor tables.  Seriously—by the time you’ve been to a few of these, it happens. 

    In the words of Phil Collins and Genesis, “I can show you some of the people in my life”:

    Paul Boyer and I first met at the 1999 convention in Orlando.  He was the Senior Editor for FineScale Modeler back then, and I attended a seminar he was leading.  We had corresponded a few times, and I’m a member of the 72nd U.S. MilAir Yahoo group, but we seldom physically cross paths.  Well, I was under orders—he and my wife are working on a joint project, and when she couldn’t attend I was told I needed to go by and chat with Paul.  Paul, I loved your USN Jets display, and I enjoyed speaking with you.  I hope it isn’t another 10 or so years before we have the chance again.

    Bert Kinzey is the face behind Detail and Scale, and I have sent him a few model photos for the D&S Facebook page over the past year or so.  One of the photos I posted piqued his interest, so he told me to stop by the D&S table and see him.  We had a short but enjoyable conversation as he started to photograph the models in the display room.  I left him to conduct his business, and I would bump into Bert and Rock Roszak a few more times during the show.  Bert and Rock, it was a pleasure meeting you both.  I wish I could have met Haagen Klaus (he and I crossed paths in Columbia in 2016, but we were both rather busy at the time) and Chris Sakal as well, but sometimes there are more important things than models.

    When I was the Seminars Coordinator for the 2016 Columbia Nationals, my wife asked me if I had approached Tommy Thomason to see if he wanted to present anything.  She’s his SH-3 Subject Matter Expert, so she asked and he agreed to present “Revolt of the Admirals”.  I found him this year in the vendor room with a table full of his Ginter Books titles.  Tommy does a great job with his research on U.S. Navy subjects, and I was glad to see him again.

    Gil Hodges is someone who I bump into every now and then, but we never seem to talk for very long.  We have some mutual friends, and in this case it allowed a discussion that ran for longer than a minute or two.  For those who have no idea who Gil is, he used to write for the defunct Scale Modeler back in the day, and has written for FineScale Modeler and the late, lamented Aerospace Modeler Magazine.  Gil often builds large scale resin and vacuum-formed kits, and it seems that he fears naught in his approach to them.  Gil, I’m glad I could see some of your work up close again.

    Jerry Wells and I met via a mutual friend in the run-up to the 1999 Convention in Orlando—in fact, we were roomies for that Convention.  He is a great modeler—he had reworked the Revell 1/72 80’ Elco PT Boat into (IIRC) PT-165 for the show.  It was a wee bit dusty and missing a rudder, and before I arrived in Orlando he had secured another kit, robbed the rudder, painted it, attached it, and was in the process of dusting it.  Now, one would seem to think that a dusty, broken model—regardless of the fact that it had been repaired and cleaned—wouldn’t stand a chance.  Even Jerry had misgivings, yet it did indeed win a First Place.  Jerry and I seldom communicate on a regular basis—nothing nefarious or anything, we just travel in different circles—and I enjoy catching up with him when I see him at the various Conventions.  Jerry, enjoy your retirement!  You need to come up to the Columbia show next June…

    Bill Bosworth and I became acquaintances in the run-up to the 2016 Columbia show.  Like Tommy, he was a seminar presenter.  But the best thing about Bill is that he doesn’t just talk models.  He had some of his scratchbuilt aircraft on display, but as we were talking about them, he would tell stories from his life as an Ad Man.  Bill, like so many people I’ve met in the hobby, is good people and I enjoy the short time I spent chatting with him at these shows.

    Gordon and Brandon Kwan were at the Sprue Brothers Models table.  I had an e-mail coupon to redeem—a spin of the wheel—and I won a Verlinden book on the Hawker Hurricane.  I chatted with Gordon about the Convention, how his business was doing, and basically caught up with what was going on between the Columbia show and now.  Gordon runs a great webstore, and if I have to buy online, his is the first site I check.  If you’ve never heard of them, what rock have you been living under?  Check them out at http://spruebrothers.com/.

    Steve and Amanda Nelson and I finally found more than two seconds to chat on Friday.  I first “met” Mandie on the old ARC Forums through the AIM Chat.  We finally met face to face at the 2005 Atlanta Convention—by that time, she and Steve had married, and my wife and I had been together for almost six years.  I always like to spend time with them, because they are simply good people.  Guys, I’m sorry our time was short.  I told the wife that you were asking after her.  She was sad she had to miss the convention, and I think every time I told her, “Oh, by the way, so-and-so says ‘Hey!’”, she got sadder that work got in the way of this one…

    Peter Frearson, Jeff East, Butch Bryant, and the whole IPMS/Flight 19 Gang and I bumped into each other several times.  Y’all are my old home boys from back in the SoFla, and I miss those meetings from back in the day.  Jeff, we’ll always be on the Presidents for Life rolls—and thanks for trying to slap me back into reality, but yeah, I’m a Chapter President again.  What can I say?  Talking with the guys, the club is in good hands, and I hope to get down there for your ModelFest one of these years.

    Phil Perry and I met maybe 25 years ago, and I immediately learned that he was a great modeler and a fine human being.  We would chat from time to time until I moved to SC and we lost touch for a while.  But I still see him at the Conventions, and we usually chat for a bit at every one.  I feel a wee bit bad because at the NCC meeting Phil and I found ourselves on the opposite sides of an issue.  Phil, I meant no disrespect, and I hope there aren’t any bent feelings.  After all, we all share the common goal of building models, no matter how a group of judges looks at them or how an organization plans the awards…

    Danny and Mindy Vazquez bumped into me at the Columbia show, and again in Chattanooga.  I know I’m getting old when I’m told their daughters are 28 and 31, with kids and the whole shebang.  It seems like it was not too long ago that they were wee little girls, talking about Beanie Babies.  Guys, I’m glad I got to spend some time with you.  It is always a pleasure to catch up and to look at Danny’s spectacular models. 

    Ed Okun and I crossed paths for about five minutes.  I spied some 1/32 IDF airplane models that looked awful Okun-esque, and indeed they were Ed’s.   Ed, it was fun chatting with you.  Enjoy your retirement and the grandkids, and keep building those impeccable models!

    Rick Geisler and I first met back in the early to mid-1980’s at the Twin Oaks location of the now defunct Warrick Custom Hobbies—he was my first Plastic Guru, offering inspiration with each model he would build and bring to the shop.  I saw Rick last at a show in Winston, NC some 10 years or so ago, so it was nice to be able to get together and talk about the “Old Days”, when Flight 19 was a much different group.  Rick, I’m sorry I got called away—but we’ll have to find a mutually agreeable show and meet again soon.  Oh, and I’m glad your phone finally charged!

    Mike Idacavage is usually the Contest Coordinator for the conventions whenever it is in this area.  Mike met my wife long before he met me, but he’s been a great friend to both of us.  We couldn’t talk long—he had “convention stuff” to do (and I know that all too well!), but he did complement my Special Hobby ER-2.  Thanks, Mike, I’m glad you liked it.  I hope we will see you in a few weeks at the Atlanta Airliners Collectibles Show!

    Patrick Cook, like Mike Idacavage, is another good friend in the Atlanta area.  Patrick was wandering the vendor room when we first bumped into each other, but we had a chance to chat for a while taking a load off in the comfy chairs in the hallway.  The same wish for Mike holds for you, Patrick—I hope you’ll be at the Museum in October…

    Jim Kiker, aka Yoda, is from up the road in Charlotte, he’s a great model builder, and has probably the best outlook on the hobby f all my model building friends (I mean, he’s nicknamed Yoda for a reason).  Jim, we missed seeing you this year in Columbia, but we’re doing it again in June next year.  Head on down and have some fun with us!

    My friends Trevor Edwards and Mike Roof arrived on Thursday afternoon—Mike was giving a seminar on Friday, so we wandered the model room, vendor room, and throughout the afternoon I continued to bump into people…

    I made a few more purchases—I got a few Liveries Unlimited decal sheets from fündekals that my wife was looking for, along with their 1/48 scale Spitfire Part 2 sheet– and later we got together with Tony Abbot and Rebecca Hettmansperger (they of HQ72 Resin Products) and had some supper upstairs at the Table South attached to the Marriott.  I don’t know about them, but my feet were sore, my friend Arthur Itis was showing himself, and I was tired…

    Friday, 9 August:

    Mike, Trevor, and I met downstairs for breakfast in the hotel (cinnamon rolls…mmmm), and then headed out to the Convention.  We spent the morning doing the convention thing.  We wandered the model room; we perused the vendor tables: and basically enjoyed the show.  I sat in on Dana Bell’s Cruiser and Battleship aviation units seminar, and then went to see Bob Steinbrunn’s talk on the Bluejacket PT boat.  Both of these guys have provided numerous hours of inspiration and guidance through their books and articles throughout the years, and I was grateful to see Dana again (he graciously presented a seminar for us in 2016), and to meet Bob.

    I snuck into Mike’s Photoetch seminar that was by now in progress (what can I say—I really wanted to meet Bob and hear him speak on his PT Boat model), and the room was full.  I’ve seen this presentation a few times, so I spent my time gauging the folks who were seeing it live and in person for the first time.    It was interesting—every time Mike changed slides, the smart phones all went up in the air and everyone snapped a photo, almost in unison.  Mike has a certain analytical method to things, and I think once he can lay out the procedures for any task, the light bulb goes on with many people. 

    Incidentally, Trevor is in his early 20’s, and is a great model builder in his own right—all that I said about Mike?  Yeah, Trevor is a student, and his quality has improved markedly under the tutelage of Mike and a few of the other local IPMS and AMPS members.  With Mike as one of your teachers, you are steps ahead.

    Friday afternoon was when, if you have been at the show since it opened, you tend to start wandering on autopilot.  I had to check some raffle tickets, both my own and from a friend who had to leave early—I won a Tamiya 1/24 Mercedes AMG on Wednesday afternoon, but nothing else all weekend.  I then remembered I had a Green Ticket in my pocket.  What the hell—let’s go check…hey, there’s the number!  I go across the corridor to the table, present the ticket, and after handing over Fifty Dollars American, I am the proud owner of a pre-release Tamiya 1/48 P-38F/G kit!  After giving it a quick once over—I had already seen the sprues on Hyperscale, at the Tamiya table, and at the Sprue Brothers Models table—I believe this one may have to get bumped to the head of the line…

    We all met again for supper, and packed it in for the night.

    Saturday, 10 August:

    We met at the hotel for breakfast—yep, more cinnamon rolls!  Mike’s and Trevor’s fun meters were pegged, so they left for home.  I wanted to hang around, since Rick would be getting there early in the day.  So, I made a sweep of the model room—judging took place the night before, and this was the earliest I could get a look at all the great work that was on the tables, both contest and display only.  Every time I come to a National Convention, I am awed by the models I see.  Lots and lots of great work was out for folks to marvel at this year.  I believe the count was over 2,500 contest models and a further 1,750 on the Display Only tables.

    Then I made a final sweep of the vendor room.  One more check of the raffle tickets—skunked again!  Then Squadron started calling their raffle—you guessed it.  Nada.  But it was fun, and I finally nailed down Squadron’s Chief Modeler, Jef Verswyvel, and exchanged pleasantries.  Jef doesn’t recall that we met years ago, when he and Willy Peeters initially set up Kendall Model Corporation (KMC) back in the early 1990’s…

    As I strolled by the Rare Plane Detective table, a few kits caught my eye—Revell’s 1974 and 1976 issues of their 1/72 F-15A and (as determined later) FSD F-16.  They take me back to one summer, probably 1977 or so, when my brother and I would ride our bicycles to the local SupeRx Drugs and buy model kits.  On one visit, we got these kits—I cannot remember who got what, but for some reason I think I got the F-16.  I recall the F-16 kit as being the epitome of cool, with all that ordnance, the engine dolly, and the tug included.  Of course, they cost a wee bit more than the buck and a half or so that we paid back then—but I bought them.  At some point, I will build them, too…

    The rest of the day was eaten up by the NCC meeting I was asked to attend.  I was initially going to depart at noon or 1PM, but I decided to stick around.  About a half hour before the meeting, I retrieved my containers from the car and loaded up my models.  I returned them to the car—a covered parking garage is a great thing, coupled with a rather mild day in Chattanooga, so I wasn’t worried they would get damaged.  I found a cool drink, and walked to the meeting rooms.  Since it was an IPMS Committee meeting, I cannot comment on it other than it was a three and a half hour long meeting …

    After the meeting, I made final rounds—everyone was packing up in the vendor room, and the Display Only folks were likewise packing their models.  Everyone was either leaving or getting ready for the dessert reception before the awards ceremony.

    I found Rick sitting in one of the comfy chairs—his phone charger wasn’t working on his trip, so he borrowed mine, and needed a wall outlet.  We chatted for a few more minutes, and, since each of us had a five hour drive to look forward to, we headed to the exits. 

    With that, another IPMS/USA Convention was over for me.

    Now, I’m a bit biased—I think the Columbia convention, regardless of the numbers, was the best show ever.  But I gotta tell you, Chattanooga put on an awesome show!  Was it better than ours?  I dunno—by numbers, yes, I think it was.  The intangibles—Columbia was our show, so that sense of ownership will always color my feelings—might favor the Chattanooga crew, too.  Does it matter?

    In the end, no, it doesn’t matter.  It was an awesome show.  I got to meet some super people, I got to catch up with other great people who I hadn’t seen in one, or three, or five, or ten years.  I got to look at a room full of spectacular models.  I got to talk with people from around the world who shared my hobby.  I shared ideas and information.  I had fun. 

    I had a chance to turn a lone wolf hobby into a social event.  That, right there, makes it worth the trip.

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    We took a vote last month, and yes, Virginia, there will be a 3rd Annual South Carolina Scale Model Mega Show.  Watch the show's website for details.

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    With that, I'm done for this installment.  Thanks for reading.  As always, be good to one another, and I bid you Peace.

  • Knowing one’s limitations; The more things change, the more things…change

    Howdy, everyone!

    Have you ever seen the Clint Eastwood flick “Magnum Force”?  You know, the second of the “Dirty Harry” movies, where a band of rookie cops goes out and kills the hoods that have proven difficult to bring to justice using “the system”?  Their leader (and Harry Callahan’s superior), Lt. Briggs, plays the role as the cop who is calm and collected, and when he reminds Harry that his weapon has never been out of its holster, Callahan tells him “You’re a good man, Briggs.  A good man always knows his limitations…”

    Why do I bring this up?  No, we’re not playing Movie Trivia.  I would hazard a guess that most of us who build models seem to forget the fact that we do, no matter how much we say we don’t, have a limitation.  Or two…

    The limitations that seem to always catch me are (in no particular order) time, skill, money, and desire.  Let’s examine, shall we?

    Let’s start with skill.  I’ve been at the game quite a while, and during that trip I’ve developed my skills into what I think is a pretty formidable tool box.  There are things I can do easily and quite well.  On the other side of the coin, there are things I cannot do as well as someone with my experience should, for no other reason that I either have not attempted them or have limited experience doing. 

    For instance, to me photoetched parts are “the Debbil”!  Why?  I don’t use them often.  I find a lot of things that photoetch is supposed to “make better” actually don’t.  When I really paid attention to such things, I was always curious why Airwaves and Eduard would etch a brass replacement—a flat brass replacement—for an item like a door actuator or control stick that had depth and dimension (these days, Eduard does these in their “Brassin” lines). 

    So, by and large, I’ve avoided photoetch—until now.  I’m starting to gain interest again in ship models, which, quite honestly, require a modicum of photoetch to be “handsome”.  Without the PE parts, they look almost naked.  What this means is that I will become better acquainted with railings and other bits and pieces as I build ships.

    The skills that are holding me back right now concern armor models.  My poor little StuG IV is more or less complete, but for two things: weathering and completing the base.  Now, neither skill is completely foreign to me—I’ve weathered armored vehicles before, using “Old School” methods like washes and drybrushing.  I’m still learning some of the techniques that have been developed over the time since I last built an armor piece, and I’m confident that I can get the job done—once I start.  The same goes for the base—I just need to knock some rust off and get to the job at hand.  I’m close, really close…but somehow, I haven’t been motivated for whatever reason.  More on that later…

    Time can be a real issue.  It was when I was working 14-hours a day, 6 days a week.  It isn’t as big a crunch these days, but for some reason I don’t seem to be getting any further on projects that I have up until this point.  Hmmm…

    When you don’t have time to model, it kills your momentum on any project or projects that you may be in the middle of.  That’s largely the case for all of the half-built models I have on the workbench.

    Money.  It can be the equalizer of everything.  Fortunately, I have such a large stash that I probably have any kit I’d want to build close to hand (the only new kits I would like to buy are the Takom 1/35 Merkava 2 and the Eduard 1/72 MiG-21MF).  See my earlier comments on aftermarket—most of the time, I don’t see the need.  My decal stash is kept in two copy paper boxes, so I think I might be set there, too.  No, at this point money isn’t really an issue.  Don’t get me wrong—I still need income, but as far as buying new models?  Nah, I’m set.  Really.  Most of my hobby shop trips these days are to look more than anything else.  If I do buy something, it is either a consumable (paint, etc.) or a reference book.  Money—or lack thereof—isn’t what is slowing my production these days…

    So, that leaves what?  Ah, yes—desire.  Another way to put it is motivation, or lack of laziness.  Bingo.  I admit, lately I have been a bit of a slug.  Why?  Well, I had some heavy lifting to do when I was elected President of the IPMS Chapter, stuff that (in my mind) needed to be done.  Add to that an upcoming model show that wasn’t really being moved along, so now I’m busy running the Chapter and doing all those little things that need to be done for a model show..  In the space of three months, I managed to craft a Constitution and By-Laws for the club, design and have medals made for the show, manage the club website to include show updates, fine-tune my meeting agendas, and write something for the newsletter. 

    Once the show was over, I was hammered by an upper respiratory ailment that took a while to kick.  I was not feeling much like riding the bike, so I’d plant my fourth point of contact firmly on the couch and vegetate to whatever was on the TV.  I’ve told you about my periodic funks, and this is perhaps the largest one I’ve encountered in quite some time.

    Now that I’m on the far side of everything, I’ve had some time to think—which is something a man should not do.  One of the items on the list is the ever-bulging stash.  I actually wrote a short piece on stash management for the club newsletter, but the gist of it is that I really need to do a SIDNA sale.  Since I was part of the Show Committee in June, I really couldn’t tie myself to a vendor table, so I’ve had to think of other ways to reduce the number of unbuilt kits upstairs.  While it doesn’t all have to go NOW—I don’t need the dough to pay for a kidney transplant or anything like that—the sooner I can move it, the better.

    For those who ask, “Why would selling off model kits help your production rate?”  For me, the answer is easy—I go upstairs to work on one project, it gets stalled (for whatever reason), and I have hundreds of other potential projects staring me in the face.  In a word, it is a distraction.  Second, I believe it would help me get back on point with some of the collections I’ve outlined over the years.  And, finally, it will give me more room to work.  My workbench becomes cave-like at times…

    Were there other things that lit a bit of a fire under me?  Since you asked, sure.  First, our June show—model shows are real good places to draw some inspiration.  When you have a chance to look at everything up close during judging sure helps feed the brain.  Next, a few weeks ago, we had a display at the State Museum, where we simply put models out for people to look at.  I managed to bring several, including the Corsairs, the ER-2, and the F-111F.  And, finally, I took a few Works In Progress to the IPMS meeting last week.  As I looked at all three, I noted that none of them was beyond hope (I took the StuG, the Macchi C.200, and the 1/72 F-101B), and that if I’d only get up and actually work on them, I’d probably have them completed before too long.

    Stay tuned.

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    Last time we met, I regaled you with stories of Stuff We Used To Have.  We covered paint, filler, and the like.  This time, let’s look at model companies that are no longer with us…

    I recall the first model magazine article I read that didn’t feature a kit from the American Big Three of my day (Monogram, Revell, Aurora)—it was the article on the then-new 1/48 scale ESCI kit of the IDF/AF Kfir C2, showcased in the March 1978 issue of “Scale Modeler”, the same issue that featured Shep Paine’s Marauder diorama (and my first taste of a modeling magazine)…

    Now, I was familiar with the Mirage series of aircraft, having built the Revell 1/72 Mirage III kit a few years earlier.  I knew the Israelis flew them.  I had read a few short encyclopedia articles on the Mirage 5 and how the Israeli order was embargoed, and how Israel worked to develop an in-house replacement, but had never seen a picture of a Kfir.  Here, in color, was a superbly built model kit, right there in the pages of my newly discovered magazine!  But the article only raised questions…

    ESCI?  What the heck was ESCI?  How do you say that?  ESS-kee?  E-sky?  (For the record, it is an acronym for Ente Scambi Coloniali Internazionali, “International Organization for Colonial Trade”; most people pronounce it ESH-he).  All I knew is that the kit got high marks, and I saw ads for others, including their only 1/48 WWII aircraft kits of the Hs.123 and Hs.129. 

    ESCI initially would design tooling, ship them to other firms (usually Italeri) to have them molded, then box and market them.  In the course of their existence, the produced a series of 1/72 scale aircraft and armor that, for the most part, were excellent kits.  They had a huge 1/72 scale armor selection by the time they folded, most of it exquisite.  Their 1/72 WWI aircraft series, likewise, couldn’t be beat.  In short, if the box said “ESCI” and “1/72 scale”, you could be pretty sure what you got was a winner…

    Their 1/48 scale line wasn’t as extensive, and certainly not as finely done, but for the most part they were viable (several exceptions exist: their 1/48 scale F-100D and A-10A were the big stinkers of the bunch—interesting, too, since their 1/72 F-100D is still one of the finest examples of that aircraft in that scale). 

    ESCI also produced a line of automobile kits—European road racers, mostly—in 1/25 scale, and some motorcycles in 1/9 scale.  Perhaps their most interesting kits were their 1/12 F-16 and F-104 cockpits.

    ESCI kits had several things going for them, but first and foremost was that they were affordable.  Their 1/72 scale kits were usually a few bucks each, and when Squadron would have a sale you could find them for as little as One American Dollar each!   

    Their fortunes waned in the mid- to late-1980’s, and by the mid 1990s the company had been sold to the ERTL Group.  They were gone by the turn of the Century.  AMT, also under the ERTL umbrella, took the F-100D and produced an F-100F kit, and produced an F-104G based on the ESCI F-104C.

    Some of their kits are still available in other companies’ boxes–for a while in the early 2000s, you could find them in Revell GmbH boxes, and some are seeing new life in Italeri boxes.  That’s a bit of a win for the better kits—as I said, I prefer their 1/72 F-100D to all other comers.  Their F-104 series was also quite nice—now superseded by Hasegawa’s efforts, they’re a great “budget” choice when/if you can find them.  Their 1/72 scale kits of the Sea Harrier, F-4C/J, F-4E, and F-15 still hold their own, too…

    Otaki was a Japanese brand who was into a lot of things—airliners, aircraft, cars, even model railroad.  My interest in Otaki came from their line of 1/48 scale WWII airplanes.  The group included the P-40E Warhawk, P-47D Razorback, P-51D Mustang, F4U-1A Corsair, F6F-3 Hellcat, Ki-43, Ki-44, Ki-61, Ki-84, Ki-100, A6M, J2M, J1N1, K5W, Bf-109G, Fw-190A, and Spitfire Mk. VIII.  These kits were quite well done, and for the most part quite accurate to boot.  They, too, were affordable.  Sure, they cost a little bit more than the usual Monogram kits, but they were less than contemporary Hasegawa and Tamiya kits in the same scale.  They also had an interesting line of 1/144 scale kits, notably a Lockheed L-1011 TriStar and C-5A Galaxy, and an Aerospatiale/BAC Concorde, each of them superb.  To wit, Airfix’s Concorde wasn’t as nice, Airfix’s and Revell’s attempts at a TriStar were lacking, and nobody attempted a C-5 until the Roden kit earlier this year…

    By the time I discovered Otaki, they were on the verge of bankruptcy.  I noticed that by the late 1980’s the boxes said “ARII” and no longer featured multiple color schemes and the color plate was missing.  The plastic was still the same, though, so I was not really concerned at the time.  Arii continued the line for several years, even sending kits to AMT, Airfix, and Matchbox to be packaged and sold in those boxes, too.  In some circles, they still exist, now in Micro Ace boxes that still bear the Arii logos, so they’re not really gone, but to me, without the color plates and multiple decal options, they may as well be.

    The interesting part of the Otaki saga is to this day shrouded in mystery and whispered rumor: before they went bankrupt, some disgruntled employees loaded some of the tooling on a boat and dumped it in Tokyo Bay!  The kits usually associated with this heinous act are the two 1/144 scale kits, the TriStar and Galaxy.  And, since we have yet to see these kits in anyone’s boxes for quite some time (Revell AG, Testors, and Doyusha all re-boxed the Galaxy while Otaki was still solvent), it stands to reason that there is some truth to the story.  I wasn’t there, I can’t say one way or the other, but…

    The last company I’ll talk about tonight is Monogram.  Yep, *that* Monogram, before their marriage with Revell, before ProModeler, before the bankruptcy…

    I discovered Monogram kits by chance.  The first “look at the model I built all by myself!” kit I built was the Monogram Snap-Tite L’il Red Baron, the caricature version of the Tom Daniel classic.  A year or so later, as I started down the path to being a “serious” modeler, I discovered their U. S. Navy aircraft—the SBD, TBF, SB2C, Hellcat, Wildcat, Corsair, and TBD.  Of course, I just had to build them all and add them to the collection.  As I would acquire and build each, I took notice of their other kits of WWII airplanes.  As I was to learn, some were great, some were good, and some were, well, in interests of being fair, products of their time.  And I built all of them, ignoring the things people cringe about today…

    As I started to build jets, I was impressed by the quality of Monogram’s 1/48 kits.  The cockpits were excellent, and the kits themselves would build up with no major issues—nothing I couldn’t handle, for sure.  I built their F-100D, F-105G, F-84F, and a couple others while I was in college—the F-84F crashed and burned for whatever reason I can’t recall, but I built the same kit again and featured it earlier on this blog.  Each of them was a treat to build…

    Not long after I graduated from the Harvard of the Sky, I switched scales to 1/72 and discovered Monogram’s F-105G, F-4D, and EF-111A.  I was just as impressed.  The cockpits were veritable jewels, the completed models were lovely to behold in the display case, and, in case you forgot, they were affordable and, they were made right here in the good, old USA.

    What made Monogram kits special?  They had the right balance of detail and ease of assembly.  They went together quickly.  They didn’t need a lot of extra stuff, even after extra stuff became a requirement for some modelers.  In short, they were just good, straightforward, well detailed model kits.  Sure, they had the dreaded “raised panel line” disease, and some of them exhibited less-than-stellar fit (anyone who has even built their A-10A in 1/48 scale knows what I’m talking about), but for the price, they packed a lot of fun into those boxes. 

    After the mergers between Monogram and Revell in the mid-1990s, a lot of the kits began to appear in Revell boxes—the united company had decided to use the Revell name for business and financial reasons—and the plastic changed from that nice, hard, shiny non-brittle styrene that was a stock in trade from Morton Grove to the soft-ish, prone to warp, high vinyl/regrind content plastic that came from overseas.  I still like a lot of their kits, but when I do build them I try to use an original Monogram boxing to get that nice plastic…

    The new holding company who bought Revell GmbH and Revell USA now owns all the history and heritage that traces its lineage back to the old Morton Grove, Illinois location.  That is good.  It tells me that perhaps we will see these kits yet again.  Hint, guys in Germany:  Have your kits molded where the quality of styrene is better, you will make modelers world-wide happy.

    There are other model companies who have come and gone, and I've talked a bit about some of them on this blog:  Lindberg, AMT, MPC, HAWK, Accurate Miniatures, Hobbycraft Canada, and others.  Fortunately, Round2 Models rescued AMT, MPC, HAWK, and Lindberg several years ago, while the Accurate Minuatures tooling seems to be in the hands of the folks at Academy (or at least the mold shops in Korea, whether it be Idea or ACE) and make regular appearances in Academy, Italeri, and (before the bankrupty) Revell GmbH boxes, as do some of the Hobbycraft Canada kits.

    STOP THE PRESSES!

    I originally had this post ready to post on Wednesday, 29 August, but as I usually do, I let it marinate overnight so I could proofread it the next morning.  Well, as Ferris Buehler said, “Sometimes life moves really fast…”

    The news was broken by the website cultvman.com yesterday:  Atlantis Models, a company started in 2009, has announced that they have acquired some of the old Revell (and this would include Monogram, Aurora, and Renwal) tooling in storage at a warehouse in Oak Grove, IL.  What exactly they got is still a bit of a mystery—the new Revell (Blitz Partners) owns most of the tooling that was being used at the time of the Hobbico bankruptcy. 

    From their Press Release

     Peter Vetri, President of Atlantis, states, “It’s a lifelong dream to own this historic tooling and archive material related to these molds; to be able to preserve the tooling is a real honor. We look forward to reissuing many classics that have not been available in quite some time. All of the model kits will be made here in the USA and all the tooling and the Archive have been moved from Elk Grove to our facilities in Deer Park, NY.

    Atlantis Models has, in the past, re-issued or retooled several classic kits from the Revell and Aurora lines, so these kits should fit right into their lineup.  I wish them well, and look forward to seeing which classics they have acquired.

    You can read about Atlantis here.  

    BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE!

    Salvinos J R Models, a new American model company specializing in NASCAR Stock Car model kits, announced today on their Facebook page that they, in a deal reached with Atlantis Models, are the new owners of the Monogram NASCAR kits from the 1980’s and 1990’s:

    VERY BIG NEWS!

    You may have read some very big news from Atlantis Model Co. that they have purchased a considerable portion of the molds for Revell, Monogram, and some of the other Hobbico owned companies from Revell Germany that were stored in Revell’s Elk Grove, IL warehouse. Well we were fortunate enough to work out arrangements with Pete and Rick of Atlantis Model Co. and Salvinos J R Models are now the proud owners and guardians of the entire catalog of Revell and Monogram’s American made stock car molds from 1980 through the 1990s! In the very near future we will be adding these kits into our catalog with new drivers, new decals and some updated bodies to go on these platforms.

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    So, there you are sports fans.  I read about the Hobbico bankruptcy (I was still employed at the hobby shop when it all started to go pear-shaped for Hobbico), and I read about the Blitz Partners purchase, and I read all the doom and gloom about how “They’re gone!  All those kits are gone!”  Well, anyone who has been around the hobby for a while knows that old kits never die.  They just get produced by different companies.  As noted, ESCI kits are now found in a variety of boxes from Revell GmbH to Italeri, Otaki’s stuff can be found in Micro Ace/ARII and Doyusha boxes, and Monogram kits are going to be in Revell, Atlantis, and Salvinos J R Models boxes.  Life is still good.

    That’s all I have for now.  Be good to one another, and, until we meet again, I Bid you Peace.

  • A Toast to Old Friends

    Greetings, everyone!

    I find myself once again in the Big City of Mesa, Arizona for work.  An old college (and scale modeling) friend of mine had moved to Tucson earlier this year and had been asking if I could meet up with him at some point since my first visit back in March.  I told him, workload permitting, that I'd find my way down there for a visit.  Well, I had time this visit, so I drove down that way yesterday…

    It was a fun visit.  We went for a visit to the Pima Air and Space Museum–he has signed on as a volunteer there, and I had not been since my first visit in 2012.  As we walked through the place, he pointed out the new additions to the museum as well as the recently refinished aircraft.  The museum has been cycling their assets through the restoration hangar where most are simply stripped and repainted.  "Restoration" is sort of a misnomer here, because they rarely totally disassemble, repair, and refinish an aircraft as the Air and Space museum and National Museum of the Air Force do.  The desert climate tends to make corrosion a minor issue, but the sun takes it's toll on the paint, hence the repaints.  Right now, they have the NB-52B, "Balls Three", in the process.  I'm happy to see the museum continuing their excellent work, and I'm proud to be a member of the Arizona Aerospace Foundation.  

    New additions (to me) were the Dreamliner, the English Electric Lightning, and the new Hangar 5.  It was nice seeing the new additions to the collection.  Spending time with old friends, both of the aviation variety and the human variety, is always a good thing.  My friend and I hadn't met face to face in almost 15 years, and we spent a lot of time catching up and telling tales of our time at The Harvard of the Skies, Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University in Daytona Beach.  A lot of time was passed remembering our days at the Air Force ROTC Detachment, recalling mutual friends, and sharing notifications about friends who are no longer with us.  I'm happy that I was able to make the trek, and I hope it isn't another 15 years until the next time…

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    Speaking of old friends, I received an e-mail from Eric, another friend living in Ft. Lauderdale.  He wrote to let me know that  the hobby shop we all knew, Warrick Custom Hobbies (re-branded first as "The Hobby Superstore" and later "Maniac's Hobby Complex") will be closing (alas, according to Yelp, it has closed) it's doors forever. 

    I have fond memories of Warrick.  I've written before how I discovered the shop in the early 1980's, how I finally found my Holy Grail, the Otaki 1/48 F4U-1A Corsair, on their shelves.  I discovered the first edition of Sheperd Paine's "How to Build Dioramas", the test issue of a little magazine called "FineScale Modeler", and a few other Kalmbach books there, too.  I met many friends in the aisles of the store, regardless of whether it was the Twin Oaks Center location on Davie Boulevard, the Griffin Road location, or the two locations in Plantation.  Many of those I met at the store remain friends after all these years.

    And that doesn't truly tell the full story.  For me, Warrick was a hobby shop, a reference source, a meeting place, a part-time job, and, at times, a refuge where I could tune out the world and take in all the plastic wonders one could ever want…or need.  During my days as an employee, I got to know the Warrick family.  Peter, the founder, would stop in from time to time, especially around Christmas.  His daughter Pamela worked there when she was a kid, and her brother Wally would take the reins when Peter died in 2010. 

    And that's not to mention the good folks who worked there with me, and the folks who shopped there.  First and foremost is my good friend Rick, who was the Plastics Guru In Residence when I first discovered the store.  Rick is one of those guys who not only builds a great model, he isn't afraid to help you.  Back when I met him, he was immersed in World War One and Japanese World War Two airplanes, although he would build armor and ships as well.  He would also do commission work, the first person I knew who built models for other people–and got paid for his work!  Rick introduced me to the concept of SIDNA–Shit I Don't Need Anymore–and stash purging.  And when Rick would do a SIDNA sale, it was always fun.  Rick's kits were like Forrest Gump's box of chocolates–you never know what you were going to get.  When he made his last SIDNA purge a few years ago, he gave me a large box full of various 1/72 scale airplanes he had begun and was thusly unable to sell.  In one box, I found two photoetch sets and a package of resin seats.  In another, there were three Excel #1 knives.  In a third, there were parts enough for two complete airplane models.  That was how Rick did it.  He would eventually manage the store.  He's now in North Carolina, and he's limited his collection to 1/32 World War One airplanes these days…

    Scott was the Keeper of Model Railroad Knowledge, also a scale modeler (quite talented, too!), and an RC guru in his own right.  He was also one of those folks with a quick mind and a wicked sense of humor.  More than once did Scott have us laughing for hours.  A born tinkerer, there were few things he couldn't fix.  When Peter wanted to set up a railroad layout in the window of the new shop, Scott had it up and running in a few days.  No written plan, no materials list, he thought it up, bought the materials, and made it happen.  He moved to Las Vegas in the late 1990's, and I haven't heard from or about him since.   

    John took over the store management when Rick left.  John was another hobbyist.  He was an RC boat person, and he was the person who recruited me to help do the scale judging every year at the annual regatta that the Shipcrafters of Broward would host.  John is an educator, and I believe he now lives in Tallahassee.

    Mister Mac was my Saturday part-time counterpart–he would work Saturdays, I would work Sundays, and we'd both stop by every Friday to see what the FedEx and UPS man dropped off that week.  Mac was a good foil for Scott–like Scott, he had a quick wit and deeply twisted sense of humor.  A retired Air Force crew chief, he once owned his own hobby shop and was teaching high school shop class when I met him.  He knew Rick from when Rick used to haunt his shop as a young man.  One day, Rick came in with a Revell 1/32 Hawker Hurricane he was commissioned to build.  Mac looked at the contents of the box, and remarked, "When I built big scale stuff, I cleaned up my parts the same way.  And I painted my instrument panels the same way.  And", he lifted the box, "there's a reason.  You got this kit from me!"  He would put a number on the bottom of the box, and enter it into his inventory spreadsheet.  He later moved to Kentucky, then Port Orange.  I haven't heard from him in a little while, so I owe him a quick message.

    Bob was one of the shop regulars, too.  He built armor, specifically armor of the IDF.  Bob had served with the IDF in the late 1970's/early 1980's.  Bob fit right in, since he had the same sense of humor the rest of us did.  Bob usually had about a month of free modeling time, the month during the summer when his wife and kids would go to visit family in Israel.  We knew when they were out of town by Bob's model output.  He once brought in an Italeri 1/35 M109 that he had converted to the Israeil fit.  As folks looked at it, one wag started to go off about how it was "Wrong!  All wrong!  I crewed M109's, they don't look at all like that!" within earshot of Bob.  Bob was about to go nuclear, when Scott looked the complainer in the eye and said, "Look again.  Wrong army, asshole!"  We all got a good laugh out of that one.  That, and the time one of the kids working RC drilled a hole in Bob's fingernail when he offered to hold the part for the kid.  There were times when Bob would bring his daughters into the shop, and when I think they're now both married, I realize how old I'm getting.  I keep telling him that I remember his youngest–"the little one"–when she was knee high, and would hide behind him.  Bob, his wife, and younger daughter moved to Israel in the early 2000's, and she served in the IDF and became a teacher.  

    Larry became one of our best friends over the years. When my then-girlfriend moved to Florida, she would spend Sundays with me at the shop, and she and Larry would swap jokes.  Larry would move to Venice, Florida–and later Brevard, North Carolina (he's now in Coastal SC)–and yet we would usually meet up once every year or so, most recently at several of the Atlanta Airliner Collectibles shows at the Delta Flight Museum…alas, this year he has other plans. 

    Mike, who had moved to Florida from the Los Angeles area (he later moved back to Cali, then back to Florida), would talk airliners, WWI airplanes, and ships with us.  He's back in Cali now, and he and I trade e-mails every once in a while.  When he first showed up at the club meetings, he had a 1/350 scale USS California model he built from (if I recall correctly) an Iron Shipwrights kit.  It was superb all around, and yet, when asked about it, he had an "aw, shucks, its not my best work" reply for us.  He excelled at model building, and when he moved away the club lost a major talent and mentor.  

    Mikey would bring his kids with him, too–his son is in the Air Force and his daughter is married with kids now.  Mikey would always have some very nicely done models.  His models sometimes seemed to have stories of their own, too–he once built a Tamiya 1/48 Corsair, and when he applied the Dullcote, it frosted.  As he told the story, he was about to toss it in the garbage, but for some reason started to wet sand it.  The completed model was fabulous!  Mikey is one creative guy–he's also a phenomenal jazz musician.  One of the first dates I took my wife on was to see Mikey's guys play.  He's now in Huntersville, NC, still playing jazz.  He's recently returned to the hobby, too, which is a good thing.

    Eric and Mark introduced me to the whole "spend Saturday at the airport watching airplanes" deal.  Yes, it is exactly as I stated it.  We'd meet at Mark's house, load up cameras, pile into the van, and head to Miami International Airport.  We'd stop for breakfast on the way and meet some other folks.  Once we arrived, we'd stake out a parking spot and set up the cameras.  Around noon, we'd pack up and head to Orange Blossom Hobbies.  We'd spend a little bit of time perusing the wares, then we'd go to lunch with Pat, giving him a break from working behind the counter.  We'd finish lunch, drop Pat back at the hobby shop, and go find another parking spot at the airport.  Eric would set up his tripod and video camera on the van's roof, and they knew the traffic patterns and arrival/departure schedules, so they knew where to be when they wanted to catch the afternoon British Airways and Air France 747's.  I went with them several times, and it was always a fun day.  Eric's still in the area, but Mark moved to Ocala in 2001. 

    In a roundabout way, Eric was the person who introduced me to the girl who is now my wife.  She had built an Airfix 1/144 Boeing 727, and posted pictures to her website.  I emailed and asked her if she would be interested in doing a brief write up for the club newsletter.  The rest, as they say…

    Rafe is another one of those folks.  You know them–friends with whom don't have contact for years, but if one of you needs to talk, you know that the other will be there.  Rafe was the guy who reintroduced a lot of South Florida modelers to the fun aspects of the hobby.  Like me, he dabbles in a lot of different things, but he is a gear head at heart.  Many times he'd bring in a hot rod in "Jersey Suede"–matt black primer–to show everyone.    

    Mac would move to Kentucky in 2000.  I moved to South Carolina in 2001.  The guys who took over our posts, Danny and OD, would become Keepers of the Plastics until around 2006, when the store took plastics in a new (and not in a good way) direction.  All of the aftermarket decals, photoetch sets, and resin parts?  Gone.  Reference books?  Out.  The odd collection of limited run kits?  Bye-bye.  The specialty paint lines?  The racks emptied slowly, leaving the racks looking like what they call in my parts "Summer Teeth"–some are there, some aren't.

    I ran into Danny and his wife at the 2016 IPMS Convention.  Like Bob and Mikey, his two daughters would usually be with them when Danny was a customer.  I will always remember them with their Beanie Baby sheets, ticking off the ones they had and making lists of ones they wanted.  And, like Bob and Mikey, Danny's daughters are now delightful young ladies, all grown up.

    OD is a volume of stories in and of himself.  A Marine F-4 pilot in Southeast Asia, he later flew with Eastern Airlines.  He's quote the globetrotter, having worked in Iraq for a few contract companies.  His latest travels take him to Central and South America.  He was one of the die-hard 1/72 scale modelers in the club, and, when asked, "What color was the cockpit in your F-4?" he would reply that he was too busy trying to not get shot down to worry or care about it.  When I met him, he drove a VW bus painted in the classic Eastern Airlines colors of Ionosphere Blue, Caribbean Blue, and white.  And the bus even had a pitot tube on the roof.  He's one of those characters you're glad to meet during your voyage through life… 

    My last (and, as it happens, final) visit to Warrick was in March 2012.  By then, the plastics shelves looked for all the world identical to what you would find in a Michael's or Hobby Lobby–mainstream Revell, Acadamy, and Tamiya kits.  Testor and Tamiya paints.  No aftermarket to speak of.  No short run kits.  Very few reference books…

    The saddest part of all is that Warrick/Maniac's was the last large, full-line hobby shop in South Florida.  Sure, there are smaller shops specializing in Radio Control, or trains, or paintball.  But none of them ever came close to what Warrick Hobbies was in the heydays of the 1980's and 1990's.  Between Warrick and Orange Blossom Hobbies in Miami (and, to a lesser extent, RC Hobbies/Tri-County Hobbies in Tamarac, who closed in 2014 or 2105), if they didn't have it, you didn't need it or it was never made.

    We had a new member show up at one of the IPMS/Mid-Carolina meetings a while back, and as we introduced ourselves, one of the guys made the comment that he had met some of his best friends through the hobby.  As I write this, I realize just how many friends I've made through scale modeling.  And I continue to make new friends alone the way.  If it weren't for the hobby, I would not have met my wife, so that should speak volumes…

    People have asked me over the years if I miss South Florida.  I tell them I miss people who, largely, don't live there any more and places that don't exist as they were or have closed their doors.  I'm saddened to have to add Warrick Custom Hobbies to the latter category on that list.

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    Earlier, I mentioned the Atlanta Airliner Collectibles show.  I'll be heading there next weekend–I leave Mesa on Friday morning and will be in Atlanta by 5PM.  A quick hotel shuttle, and I'll meet up with my wife.  We usually spend a few hours watching airplanes from the hotel balcony, then grab some supper.  We'll spend the morning Saturday at the Delta Flight Museum, where we usually will see at least two or three other friends.  Usually, we'll bump into Patrick, Mike (a different one), Paul, Danny (another one), and sometimes Donnie, and our version of "The Alabama Gang", Mike (yet another Mike!) and Tony from Huntsville.  We always have a great time, talking airplanes and models.  Once we've had our fill, we head to Kennesaw to visit the HobbyTown (the chain's largest store, we're told, and I believe it).  And, we usually grab lunch at El Nopalito right next door.  Sometimes it is just the two of us, other times we'll share a meal with Patrick, Larry, or our friend Rob when he visits from Alaska.

    After lunch, we go back to the hotel and watch airplanes again.  If you're not an airplane geek, you won't get it…

    If you're in the area, stop in.  I'm not affiliated with the show, I just think it is a fun day…

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    Thanks for reading.  Be good to one another.  I bid you Peace, and remind you to cherish your friendships, wherever you find them.

  • 1984

    Greetings!

    Now, before you get all excited and start running about, I'm not referring to George Orwell's vision.  Rather, I'm looking back 30 years and remembering some of the things that made 1984 a sort of comeback year for me…

    For starters, I found myself unemployed and not in school for the first time in my life on New Year's Day in 1984.  I had taken my leave from the Harvard of the Sky–engineering physics and I didn't get along, especially when physics had backup on the beat-down in the form of Calculus 3.  Between those two courses, I had a dismal GPA for the Fall 1983 semester and decided that engineering as a career for me wasn't in the cards.  I went down to the AFROTC Detachment (I had an AFROTC Scholarship at the time) and spoke a bit with my advisor.  He and I talked for about an hour, and both came to the conclusion that all the summer terms in the world weren't going to suddenly make me a mathematical genius.  My math skills were pretty good, but not good enough.  So, I didn't register for spring semester and came home.

    Funny how things can happen–I went looking for a job on 2 January 1984 and was hired almost immediately as a parts driver for a local HVAC parts house.  After a week or so of that, one of their systems engineers found out that I wasn't just doing this because I didn't know any better, and I would sometimes be called in to watch how home and industrial HVAC systems are engineered–so many square feet of space called for so many tons of capacity, so many BTUs were required to heat X amount of space, etc.  It was all pretty neat stuff, and I appreciated all they were doing for me.  Between parts runs, I learned quite a bit–and was tempted to pursue a career in that.  But aviation, once it wiggles down into your blood, tends to have a strong pull…

    I worked there all summer.  One day I got a phone call from one of my advisors at Embry-Riddle, wanting to know what I was doing and what my plans were.  At the time, I was still trying to just chill out a bit and leave the stress and, well, disappointment of engineering behind me (and earn some coin, but that should be obvious).  I let them know what I was up to, and that I had several things banging around in my head, and that I'd let them know when the time came.  That time came in June–I took a Friday off work and drove back to Daytona Beach.  I met with some folks, and found out how easy it would be for me to come back–I never formally withdrew from the school, so I was still carried on their rolls.  I first visited my AFROTC friends.  We spent a few hours speaking with some of the other Department Chairmen, and after speaking with the man heading up the Avionics program, my mind was made up.  I would return in August.

    With my future now decided, I went back to work.  I don't say this to be self-congratulatory, but I was the hardest working parts driver/stock man/all around helper that location had.  I know this because the higher-ups told me so.  They were especially let down when I gave them my notice, but when I told them that my two choices were to learn–unofficially–from them, or go back to school and learn aviation electronics, I think it got them to understand.  I was told that if I needed summer work, they would be there.  So, I ended my employment with them in mid-August.

    Remember that 1984 was an Olympic Games year, too–back when Winter and Summer games were held in the same year, no less.  The Winter games were held in Sarajevo, Yugoslavia.  I paid little attention to them, because work and the time difference made keeping track of the events a bit difficult.  What saddens me know is to see what has become of the venues built for the Games–most of them are crumbling, the result of the unrest, fighting, and other issues between the ethnic factions that finally led to the break-up of Yugoslavia into its constituent Republics.  Sad…

    The Summer games, on the other hand, were different–they were held in Los Angeles in 1984.  The overshadowing news was that the Soviet Union, acting in response to the West's boycott of the 1908 Games, had decided to sit 1984 out.  They, along with the majority of Eastern Bloc countries, sat at home while the Games went on.  The reason I remember it so well was than coverage of most events came on right as I was getting back to the house after work, so I could pay attention to all of them.  It was the last Olympic Summer games that I really paid close attention to.  Since then, various reasons have kept me from watching…

    On the modeling front, I actually started to keep a log of kits I completed.  The first for 1984 was the ESCI 1/48 scale Fieseler Storch.  It was an easy build until I got to the part about sticking the wings to the greenhouse.  I used 5-minute epoxy, and got a fairly decent result–I amazed myself that I didn't wind up with epoxy all over everything! 

    I next turned my attention to a Tamiya 1/48 Brewster Buffalo.  It was probably the quickest "serious" model I had built to that point–everything just clicked together.  I was tempted by the early Navy scheme, but I settled on the Dutch scheme, because my metal finish techniques were sorely lacking and I didn't want to ruin the model.  My impressions of Tamiya airplane kits would be reinforced soon…

    Next on the hit parade was the Nichimo 1/48 scale Ki-43 Oscar.  If you read opinions on this kit, they're all almost universally positive.  And for good reason–the kit packs a lot of detail into a small airplane, the fit is superlative, and this all in a kit dating from the late 1970's.  I tried some weathering techniques on this one–I used a silver Tamiya paint marker to prime seams back then, and I would paint the seams and rub the excess paint off with a paper towel.  I reconed that if I added blotches of silver here and there, I could "chip" the Polly S paints I was using for the camouflage.  It worked out fairly well, I think, and I kept trying to expand my horizons from that model on to the next, and the next…

    This was also the summer when I attempted to build Monogram's 1/48 scale F-84F.  For a reason or reasons lost to history, I cannot recall why I never finished the model.  All I have from that model is the dolly and a few bits and pieces.  After that, I wound up building Monogram's 1/48 scale F-100D in Arkansas ANG colors.  I did that because, as I said before, my metal finishes at the time looked like dog poop…

    Last for the summer, I decided to refinish a Monogram 1/48 scale B-17G that I had built in the late 1970's, maybe 1979.  I had airbrushed it, but it was one of my first airbrushed models and looked the part.  There were visible seams and some other issues with the model, so I took it down from the shelf and started working on the bad areas.  Within a week, it was ready for paint again.  I had used a Microscale sheet to finish the F-100 and was suitably impressed–first time using them, you know.  So, I went in search of a sheet for the B-17.  I found one I liked (unit and aircraft are again lost to history–I didn't log how they were finished, just that I finished them) and set to work.  I used a combination of Polly S and Tamiya acrylics for the finish, and this one was the best, to that point, airbrushed finish I had ever laid down.  The model went back on the shelf, an old girl in a new dress.

    (That Tamiya Buffalo would also get a re-work in the early 1990's–which is how it still resides, hidden away in a box upstairs…)

    I returned to good old Humpty Diddle in August.  I had to register for classes.  I had remembered to change my major and catalog at the Registrar's office when I was there in June, so half my battle had been won.  Then I get to the registration lines.  I think it is a universal college policy that beginning of the semester registration is meant to be as huge a pain in the ass as possible to all involved.  See, during my engineering days, I had to re-take a few courses.  As far as the Aeronautical Studies/Aeronautics courses were concerned, I was through with all of my math classes by virture of my Calculus I and Calculus II courses.  During those engineering semesters, I had managed to complete all but maybe one or two Humanities/History courses, too.  I was only looking to register for the required Physics and first semester Aero Studies courses.  I couldn't get into any of the Electronics courses since all the sections were filled, so I settled for what I could get.  After I got through that, I had to go play housing lottery.  After about two hours of back-and-forth, I managed to get into Residence Hall 2, aka Dorm 2, aka "The Embry-Riddle Holiday Inn".  I had lived here through my engineering days, so I know what to expect.  I met the roommates and suitemates (two rooms to a suite, three people to a room), all of whom were Aero Science guys (they were all working towards pilot certificates)–except one.  He was in engineering.  He was a quiet kid, and engineering wasn't any kinder to him than it was me.  I kinda felt sorry for the kid…after all, I'm now the older, wiser me…

    Classes were literally a breeze.  By the end of that semester, I would have all my prerequisite courses behind me and the next three and a half years would be solid electronics and avionics courses, along with the Aero Studies courses.  See, there was no single avionics major, you took a major and added avionics.  You could take an Aviation Maintenance major and avionics (you wound up with an Airfram and Powerplant certificate and the avionics degree) or Aeronautical Studies with avionics, which is how I went.  Basically, you took all the ground school courses for flight, but no flight courses.  So, I learned basic aerial navigation and meteorology to go along with my electron theory.  Over the years, the school changed how they treated avionics until finally phasing it out a few years ago in favor of an Electronic Engineering degree program…

    More modeling?  You bet–I had spare time, so I decided to build a Tamiya 1/48 A6M2.  This was another fall together kit, it was done in a week.  Yep, a week.  Needing something else to occupy my time, and figuring that the ESCI Storch was a cool kit, so I decided to build ESCI's 1/48 scale Hs-123.  Now that one was a challenge–first serious biplane, first masked camouflage scheme with Polly S, and the kit was rife with minor warpage–typical of ESCI's kits of that era.  Well, I managed to beat it into submission, and painted it up as a Spanish Civil War machine.  I may still have it in a box here somewhere, too, and I was sure to pick up the AMTech "enhanced" reissue of the kit a few years ago.  After all, who else is likely to do an Hs-123 in 1/48 scale?

    The best part of the year?  Going back to school.  I never had any intention of *not* going back to school–my father wouldn't abide it.  He was always pushing for education-I guess it stems from the fact that he had a GED when he started working, and worked hard in correspondence classes to earn a degree.  Dad was a self made man, and he did so through hard work and trying to better himself.  I was thinking about these "good old days", and once again realized what my parents did to make sure my brother and I were ready to face the cold, cruel world–the sacrifices they made to put us both through post-secondary education, the hard work they put in to keep a roof over our heads, food on the table, and lights on in the house.  So, by going back to school–even though I wasn't overtly pushed–I was doing as they wanted. 

    On reflection, maybe I should have worked for a year after high school, then gone to college.  Maybe I should have examined engineering closer and realized that it was a bit beyond my abilities.  You can reach for the brass ring, and if you grab it on the first try, great.  I seem to reach for the ring, get a light grip on it, and then lose that slight grasp.  Rather than giving up, I'll take a breather and try again.  I usually grab that sucker for all I'm worth on the second go around, and once I have it in my grasp I never let go–I seem to cherish it more when I do that.  It has worked for me my entire life…

    Oh, yeah.  The Apple Macintosh also goes on sale in 1984, Constatin Chernenko succeeds Yuri Andropov as General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, Pierre Trudeau steps down as the Canadian Prime Minister, and Marvin Gaye's father shoots and kills the singer. 

    Musically, Van Halen released their "1984" album, giving us "Panama", "Hot For Teacher", "I'll Wait", and "Jump".  Duran Duran were touring, suppoting "Seven and the Ragged Tiger", which gave us "The Reflex", "Union of the Snake", and "New Moon on Monday".  Meanwhile, Prince and the Revolution topped the Billboard Top 100 with "When Doves Cry".  What was #100?  "Yah Mo Be There", by James Ingram and Michael McDonald…

    (I can't poke too much fun–my beloved Jethro Tull released "Under Wraps".  Not one of their best albums ever.  By far.  Even Tull's then-bassist Dave Pegg said the songs cut from 1983's "Broadsword and the Beast" would have made a better album.  Trivia time–it was the only Tull album with no live drummer–drum machines were used instead.  Doane Perry would be hired shortly after this album and was their full-time drummer until 2011.  He still occasionally tours with them.)

    The big news items in the United States for 1984, though, were generated by President Ronald Reagan.  In August, during a sound check for a radio broadcast, he says "My fellow Americans, I'm pleased to tell you today that I've signed legislation that will outlaw Russia forever.  We begin bombing in five minutes".  He alos is re-elected (with George H. W. Bush as his Vice President) in a landslide victory in November, beating Democrats Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro, carrying 49 states and 59% of the popular vote.

     Oh, and as an aside:  When you get an ROTC scholarship, you are basically sworn in as enlisted personnel.  Because I vacated my AFROTC scholarship, a Review Board convened.  It was decided that I wasn't vacating the scholarship for any reason other than it would be a waste of money to have me keep banging my head against a wall as an egineering student.  For my troubles, I received a package from the United States Air Force sometime in April.  Now, some fellow scholarship recipients were receiving orders to attend basic training at Lackland AFB, Texas.  I was slightly concerend until I opened the envelope.  I was granted an Honorable Discharge from the United States Air Force.  As an Airman Basic.  No orders.  One of my roommates at the time wasn't as lucky–his orders appeared a week after he got home in December, 1983.  He showed the Air Force, though–he went down and joined the Army before the Air Force caught up with him.  Many who knew this guy swore he joined the army only so he could get a good, up close look at an M1 Abrams tank so he could build a superdetailed model of one…

    I hope this finds all of you in good health.  Thanks for reading, and be good to one another.  I bid you Peace.

     

     

  • “The hobby is dead, Long Live the hobby!”

    I finally was able (once again) to get a weekend off, so the wife and I took a ride to Aiken, SC and Augusta, GA (part of the reason for the ride was to reconnoiter a possible driving route for an upcoming event).  While in town, we stopped in at the HobbyTown USA in Augusta.  Dave has a large selection of kits, the largest selection I've seen since I left South Florida.  So, I wasn't really surprised to see that he had several new kits as well a a whole mess of reissues in stock.  Some random thoughts follow…

    I like what Round Two Models is doing.  In case you haven't noticed, they acquired the rights to several manufacturers' catalogs from years gone by, including AMT, MPC, and Polar Lights.  Dave had the reissue of AMT's 1/25 scale 1976 AMC Gremlin X in their "Original Art Series".  You get the same AMT plastic from years gone by, and they also include an 11" X 14" print of the artwork less any other copy–no logo, no other text, just the artwork.  I just had to pick the kit up, since this is just the type of kit I grew up building.  The plastic parts are quite nice–no flash, very nice, very clean.  It looks like it will be a fun build, too.  The other things about this kit that caught my eye was that Round Two encloses a small fold-out catalog of their products as well as a postcard that asks the buyer "What do you want to see from Round Two Models?"  It warms my heart to see a company is once again willing to listen to their customer base.  The other Round Two products that caught my eye were a Limited Edition of the 1/16 scale Dodge Charger in the guise of a "Street Charger"–rumor has it that the NASCAR version (the Petty Charger) will be released shortly.  Also, their 1/25 scale Big Rig collection has been joined by the reissue of the Diamond Reo.  Very nice…

    The other kit that caught my eye at HobbyTown USA was the new Revell 1/48 scale PV-1 Ventura.  Twenty years ago, I would have been all over this kit like a fat kid on a box of Krispy Kremes–I lived for 1/48 scale WWII aircraft, and the Ventura was one I would have loved to build back in the day.  Since then, I have switched scales to 1/72 for multi-engined subjects, but the Revell kit still interests me by the fact that is is a new release from the re-re-reborn Revell.  By all accounts, it is quite the kit.  I'm happy to see Revell back in the game.  I'm also happy to see Revell reissuing recent kits (if you call 10 year old kits "recent") like the 1/48 SB2C, P-47N, and the Prowler/Intruder series.  If that doesn't wake you up, have you seen some of the Renwal kits that Revell has been reissuing?  Sweet…

    Then there's Moebius Models.  If you haven't seen them in stores yet, their 1/25 scale kits of the 1952/1953 Husdon Hornet are out, and they are very nice, indeed.  My wife preordered the Tim Flock 1952 NASCAR version of the kit, and I am impressed.  Build reports from the Internet are saying wonderful things about this kit and its 1953 street version brother.  Next up from Moebius is a 1955 Chrysler 300, and I can't wait to see it.

    Even better?  All of them are offering some sort of newsletter or modeler's club.  Nice, right?

    I think what we're seeing here is a return of hobbyists having a say in how model companies are run.  Back in the days of Lew and Royle Glaser (Revell), Jack Besser and Bob Reder (Monogram), Joe Giammarino and Abe Shikes (Aurora), to name but a few, the model companies were run by modelers and hobbyists.  There was a sense of business behind them–after all, if the company made no money, they were out of business–but the driving force was the hobby.  These folks were hobbyists themselves, and they knew what they wanted to see.  They'd research a subject, and if they thought it would sell, they'd design, tool, and produce the product. 

    A lot changed, and not for the good, when Nabisco bought Aurora and Mattell acquired Monogram.  The hobby people were either out for good or shunted to the side while the businessmen made the product decisions.  Now, granted, not every hobbyist running a company had the Golden Touch–when Royle Glaser began running her late husband's company, she did some trimming, since Revell had a huge catalog, but was never very stable financially.  But in the end, Revell, too, was sold to a business group.  With the departure of the hobbyists, these companies did continue to thrive for a while.  But things weren't as rosy, I guess, as they appeared.  Monogram merged with Revell.  They were bought and sold several times.  The Monogram name has all but gone away for new kits.  The last new aircraft kit from Revell (not Revell-Germany!) that comes to mind was the 1/48 scale F/A-18E and F kits from around 2005.  The names MPC and AMT all but disappeared when Racing Champions acquired the company in the late 1990's.  Nabisco liquidated Aurora in 1977.  Hawk Models went away, many of their kits reappeared in Testor's boxes. 

    Recently, though, things have been looking up.  J.Lloyd International has the Lindberg, Hawk, Weird-Ohs, Frantics, and Silly Surfers lines in their catalog.  Round Two, as we've discussed, has AMT, MPC, and Polar Lights under thier banner, and they have been busy reissuing kits from years past.  Moebius is going quite well with their Sci-Fi, vehicle, and various comic book and movie character kits.  With the Revell release of the Ventura, one can only hope they are on the road to many more new releases and reissues of their kits from back in the day.

    Add to all this the recent releases and reissues from Dragon/DML/Cyber-Hobby, Hasegawa, Trumpeter/HobbyBoss, and Tamiya, several new issues from Italeri along with their extensive back catalog, the availability of Fujimi kits once again in the United States, Academy's releases and reissues, Roden's ever-expanding line of kits from WWI crates to airliners to, well, whatever strikes their fancy…and that's just airplanes, folks.  We haven't begun to discuss autos in depth, let alone armor and ships.

    If there is any modeler out there who can't see that we are living in another Golden Age of modeling, they haven't been looking very hard.  I, for one, am being reenergized…

    On another note, I'll be once again heading out to our comany's Dallas facility for a week.  I hope to have more time to see the area than I did last November.  No rest for the weary…

    Thanks for reading.  Be good to one another, and I bid you Peace.

  • The late, lamented Orange Blossom Hobbies

    We finally have an empty hangar again.  While not necessarily a great thing–no airplanes in the hangar means no work, which means no income for the time being–it does give us some time to catch our collective breath and reset the place for the next job.  In the meantime…

    One of the hobby shops I used to frequent–although not to the extent that other modelers I knew did–was Orange Blossom Hobbies in Miami.  Just getting there could be an adventure, as the shop was located in a not-so-great neighborhood on NW 36th Street.  Let's just say that when there is a Security guard and a walled-in parking lot with a gate, you need to be heads-up at all times.  Carrying a firearm–legally, of course–didn't exactly hurt.  Once you made your way through the 'hood and parked in the semi-secure lot, though, you were in for a treat.

    OB was located in an old bowling alley.  Right next door was their wholesale operation, Pan American Distributors.  As you walked in to the place, you immediately noticed the layout.  The ceiling had staggered tiles, the floor was skinny strips of harwood complete with the lane diamonds.  No matter, though–the place was usually packed with merchandise.  The first thing you noticed at the entrance was the RC counter directly ahead of you–it was usually three deep with people looking to buy that latest RC truck, car, or airplane.  It was the center anchor of the store, so to speak, since it really did occupy the center of the store (as well as one wall).  Off to the left, though, was plastic treasure…

    From the first visit I made to the store to the last, one thing remained constant–the guy behind the counter.  Pat Parnther was always there, always working, and always had some story or joke to tell.  His favorite quips were, "That's life in the tropics!" and "Happiness is a winning lottery ticket!"  I don't think I ever went in there when Pat wasn't selling the latest stuff to come out of the hobby industry.  You'd spend a few minutes with Pat, then check out the shelves.  The shelves…well, they were packed.  If you couldn't find it on the shelf at Orange Blossom, they either just sold what you wanted or it hasn't been made.  You could (and I'm speaking from experience, here) spend a day just hunting among the boxes on the shelves.  But wait, there's Pat, telling another joke…

    Another fun feature of the shop was the row of cabinets behind the counter.  After a visit or two, you'd get to know Pat–and then, he'd say, "Go back there and look–I don't even know what's there."  And he was usually as surprised as you were when you pulled some oddity from one of the drawers.  He had decals–stacks of decals–from anyone and everyone who ever made decals.  When airliner models had their heyday in the mid- to late-1990's, Pat would have multiples of not only kits, but the decals that went with them.  Aeromaster was pretty much the house brand, too, so there were plenty of Gaston and Company's latest and greatest.  If it was made in the form of a decal, resin update, white metal update, conversion, or limited run kit, it was there.  I'll never forget the day we found a stash of ATP's 1/144 scale Metroliners in one of the drawers…

    Along with the accessories, there were resin kits.  At one point, Pat had several of the Blue Water Navy kits in multiples.  If you were even remotely interested, Pat would go get one and let you fondle it.  After a while, he's sweeten the deal a bit.  And, before I knew it, I had quite the collection of them.  But that's the way the store worked–you'd take your stack of soon-to-be attic insulation and plop it on the counter.  Pat would pull out a calculator and total it all up, then say, "Ahhh, give me ____ bucks."  With that, you handed over the coin of the realm and concluded the deal.  But there was more to see…

    Up front, on the side of the store that butted up to NW 36th Street, was where the entrance to the old bowling alley was.  The restrooms were up there, as were the display cases.  After spending hours searching the shelves, you could spend even more time looking at the models in the case.  Some of it was done using the Aeromaster products as sort of a sales aid, but most of it was from the local club guys and the regular customers–much the same, dare I say, as many hobby shop display cases the world over.  I still remember some of those models, and I still remember talking with the guys who built them.  One time, there was a model in the nicest bare metal finish I had ever seen–and was then told that the finish was Aerogloss Silver dope.  I never did get around to trying that on one of my models, but it certainly looked the part.  Gaston was one of the proponents of using dope–it went on smooth and dried hard.  Trouble was, you had to be careful in your prep or the dope could craze the plastic.  I was still using Floquil's silvers at the time and figured they worked well enough for what I wanted.

    My last visit to Orange Blossom was about ten years ago–I was about a month away from moving out of South Florida, and I wanted to hang out with the gang one last time, since I didn't know when I'd be back.  Stories had begun to circulate, too, that they were in financial trouble and may be closing.  I went by, picked up some stuff I had noticed during one of the foraging sessions in the cabinets, and spent a while talking with Pat.  He was not happy, since it was becoming more and more apparent that he'd soon be out of a job…

    The end came sometime that October or November.  The next trip we made to South Florida was in December of 2001, and during that trip we stopped at another haunt, Pearl Art and Craft.  There, on a table out front, was a pile of model kits.  There was no mistaking where they came from, for prominently printed on the original price tage were the words "ORANGE BLOSSOM HOBBIES" and under that, "Miami, Florida."  The kits were being sold at closeout prices.  We had been informed of Ornage Blossom's demise some week earlier, but here was visual confirmation of the same.

    My wife and I often think about the treasure trove of out of print decals and other goofy things in that row of cabinets.  We often wonder what became of them.  And when we do, we look back to the day when you could go into the store, spend a few hours uncovering some long-forgotten kit, or decal sheet, and then hear those magic words:  "Ahhh, give me fifty bucks…"

    Those were the days, when hobby shops were made of bricks and mortar and run by hobbyists.  That's becoming a rarity these days.  And that's a shame.  It is one reason that I will visit the local hobby shops, no matter where my travels take me.  There's something about finding one of those shops where they have stashes of oddities, stacks of old kits, and a guy behind the counter who knows models.  When you find one, you don't forget–and you want to go back to that shop as often as you can.

    Thanks for reading.  Be good to one another, and I bid you Peace.

     

     

     

  • The month of Indy is upon us…

    (As I update this entry, it is May 2nd, 2026 and once again the motorsports world is looking towards Indianapolis.  Since this original entry, the series and speedway have been bought by Roger Penske, who is doing his usual efficient job of managing things.  The fields are smaller, however–these days, the big question isn’t “How many teams will go home on Bump Day” but “Will we have 33 entries?”

    On the subject of lady racers, Milka, Danica, and Sarah retired–Sarah sold her team to Ed Carpenter.  Bia and Simona have moved on to other series, too.  This year, Katherine Legge, a driver from Jolly Old England and one hell of a wheel, will be driving in a one-off deal with AJ Foyt Racing.  Katherine raced in the Atlantic series before moving to CART, then to IndyCar before moving to sports cars with the now-defunct American Le Mans Series and finally IMSA.  She’s one of my favorites to watch when she races in the 500, and I hope this year she does well…)   

    May.  Spring is on the wane, the heat and humidity levels are rising, and the racers are back at Indianapolis.  Well, maybe not quite yet, since their race in Brazil ran a day longer than it was planned to due to rain…

    I remember watching footage of the 500 as a kid–you’d usually catch it on ABC’s “Wide World of Sports” a few weeks after the race ran.  I didn’t follow it as closely as some fans did back then, but I knew of it and of the storied drivers who attempted to beat the track.  Some won, some lost…

    I was in college when I really started taking an interest in the race.  I got familiar with their qualifying format, Bump Day, Carburetion day, and the like.  Back then, you might have 50 or 60 cars vying for a spot in the starting grid.  Indy, unlike other races, sees the fastest 33 cars start the race.  It doesn’t matter if you’re the defending Champ, if you aren’t quick enough, you go home–as Smokey Yunick said in his memoirs, “Turn in your hero badge and try again next year.”

    When the Split came in 1996, I lost interest.  It seemed to me then that North American open wheel racing was in serious trouble.  I wasn’t far off the mark–the upstart Indy Racing League (IRL) sputtered on with their low-buck scheme using one or two approved powerplants and chassis to make racing affordable, while the established Championship Auto Racing Teams (CART) seemed to hold all the cards–other than the Memorial Day race at the Brickyard, they had the well funded teams and still fostered a sense of innovation.  CART had better backing, and most of the established teams stayed with CART after the split.  After a few years, though, CART’s armor started to tarnish when several big name teams–Penske, Ganassi, and what is now Andretti Autosport, to name a few–defected to the IRL. Their goal?  Run ans win the Indy 500.  As CART teams, their chances were limited under the IRL’s rules which only allowed a certain number of non-IRL teams an opportunity to qualify.   CART went insolvent in 2003, re-branded itself as ChampCar, and then folded in early 2008.  The two series were reunified under the IRL (now IndyCar) banner.

    But the IRL wasn’t the first time that open wheel racing in the States had issues.  The Indy 500 was originally sanctioned by The American Automobile Association, and remained so until the multitude of racing fatalities that occurred in 1955–Bill Vukovich died in a fiery crash at Indy, and over 200 hundred people were killed or injured at that year’s running of the 24 Heures duMans when Pierre Leveigh’s Mercedes went airborne and crashed into a group of spectators, to name a few.  AAA got out of the racing business.  The United States Auto Club (USAC) took over sanctioning duties for North American open-wheel racing (along with short track, sprint cars, and briefly, stock cars) until the late 1970’s.  With attendance, purses and revenues on a decline, and a sense that the sanctioning body wasn’t doing their job, a group of team owners drafted the “Gurney White Paper”, which was inspired by the way Bernie Ecclestone had reformed Formula One.  CART would promote the races under USAC sponsorship.  When that was rejected by USAC, CART took over.  The rest, as they say…

    These days, a good year sees maybe 35 to 40 cars make a qualifying attempt.  I do certainly hope that the new overseers of IndyCar take a long look at what Indy has become.  Do we need four weeks at the speedway?  After all, the cars haven’t used carburetted engines since the 1960’s or earlier, so what sense is having Carb Day?  Knock it down to two weeks, and you’ll save the teams money and maybe be able to add a race to the schedule.

    If you want a good idea of what Indy qualifying used to be like, you need to read Smokey Yunick’s memior/autobiography.  While largely though of as a NASCAR personality, Smokey’s real love was Indy and the 500.  As he says, they had a little. skinny rule book and they fostered innovation.  And Smokey was certainly an innovator.

    I do look forward to this year’s running–it is the 100th running of the Indy 500, true, but the quality of the racing has improved.  In a twist of irony, the IRL under previous leader Tony George had turned into what CART was when the Split took place–a few large, well funded teams were the perennial winners, the others were also-rans.  Once they defected from CART, they quickly became the teams to beat, and the smaller, lesser known teams suffered as a result.  It seems that the new leadership at IndyCar understands this, and it also seems as if some of the former ChampCar teams have caught up to the long-standing IRL teams in terms of speed and quality.  New drivers have come along, both those from the defunct CART/ChampCar ranks and from the various developmental series.

    And, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the “girl racers”.  While ladies had run Indy before–Lyn St. James and Janet Guthrie have both run the race–lately it has been the Danica Patrick show.  Before Danica was Sarah Fisher, now a team owner, and the forgettable Milka Duno–Milka came to the IRL from the Grand American Road Racing Associations’ Rolex Sports Car series, where she was a perennial back marker.  If she couldn’t get it done at sub-100 mile per hour speeds, she certainly became a hazard at 200+ mph.  Lately, two new young ladies have entered the series:  Simona deSilvestro and Ana Beatriz.  Simona and Ana, I believe, have what it takes to win races–Simona had the quickest lap this past weekend at the rain-soaked Brazilian race.

    And my favorite to win?  This year, I’d like to see Sarah Fisher’s hard work pay off.  She’s due for some good fortune at Indy, and why not this year?

    Whoever you cheer for, enjoy the month of Indy.  Try to catch some of the qualifying sessions.  They’re so different from the way qualifying is usually done, and it can become habit-forming.

    Thanks for reading.  Be good to one another, and I bid you Peace.

     

  • “I think that tree needs a friend…and here he is.”

    I don't recall the circumstances that led me to discover that there was more to PBS that "Sesame Street" and "The Electric Compnay", shows that I watched as a kid.  I was in my last year of college, and one Saturday I was up early–well, early for me at the time, as I had a bad head cold and the runny nose wouldn't let me sleep.  My roommate and I had a small TV, and the cable did work–but the same old lament, nothing good on.  I flipped through the channels (all ten or so that we got), and finally stopped on the local PBS station (WMFE, Channel 24 from Orlando, if you must know).  It was the top of the hour, and I was greeted by a man with a reddish-brown afro streaked with gray, a gnarly beard also streaked with gray, a huge paint palette with a few smears of oil paint, a canvas, and some brushes.  He spoke in a soft voice, and let me know that today he was going to paint a mountain. 

    The man, of course, was Bob Ross, the show was "The Joy of Painting", and paint a mountain he did.  I was mesmerized–he took a blank canvas, a handful of brushes, some oil paint, and a half hour and painted a landscape.  After that show, I was hooked.  I would tune in every week to watch as Bob would take that same old blank canvas and turn it into a nice little scene, all the while commenting on how "we need trees in our world where the critters can live" and "we don't make mistakes, we have happy accidents", always in that same soft voice.  Every now and then, he'd have one of his rescue critters on the show–a squirrel, or maybe a fox–and he'd tell us how he rescued them and was getting them ready to go back to their homes.  His son also painted, and every now and then he'd let Steve do a painting.  Of course, Bob Ross became an enterprise–he sells more books and painting supplies now that he's gone than he ever did while he was alive, I'm sure.  He has certified instructors that travel the country, teaching people how to use the "Bob Ross wet-on-wet method" to create their own masterpieces.

    Bob Ross' mentor, William Alexander, also had a painting show that would air during the week.  Perhaps the most interesting of the painting shows was the one featuring Gary and Kathwren Jenkins–Gary was a hoot.  I guess you have to have a shtick, and Gary certainly did–he and his wife would paint many different subjects, from landscapes to florals.  I must say, these were all very entertaining.

    As I watched more PBS, there were other shows–"This Old House" was nearing their 10th anniversary.  I remember watching them work on the Weatherbee Farm with a couple who's sweat equity didn't really seem to be making the cut.  Again, though, I was taken in by the craftsmanship of Norm Abram and the "Hey, can I do that?" interruptions from Bob Vila.  Through the years, the main host has changed a few times (Bob got fired, Steve Thomas took over and did a fairly decent job–he's since left and been replaced by Kevin O'Connor, a decent host in his own right), the projects have changed (they went big for quite a few years before going back to what made them great–renovation older houses with owner assistance), but the gist is still there–you can do this, and we'll show you how.  After a while, I also started to watch "Hometime", back when Dean and JoAnne Liebeler were playing like they were married.  Now, JoJo wasn't Dean's first partner–Peggy Knapp was, and I remember watching that first season and was amused when they changed co-hosts and the format following that season.

    In Ft. Lauderdale, we also had Chef Jean Pierre, he of the Left Bank bistro.  Another fun to watch chef, he taught us all what tomato concasse is, and there was always the mother of TV chefs, Julia Child.  I never tired of watching Julia cook–she was entertaining and funny.  There was also the "Great Chefs" series where you would hear about a few chefs and listen to them cook.  Nathalee Dupree was also on, cooking her Southern dishes…

    Along with the cooking and painting shows, every now and again you could catch an episode of "The Hobby Shop" and "Adventures in Scale Modeling". both produced by South Carolina ETV, and both hosted by Mike Lech.  Bless his little pea-pickin' heart, Mike tried.  His shows were fun to watch, because you never knew what that week's episode would bring.  The intros to "Adventures" were sometimes hilarious–"The F-14 Tomcat is the Navy's Top Gun.  Today we'll build a model of a 1969 Camaro…"–and the show itself had some moments, too.  Mike would enter the workshop by descending a staircase that, if you looked closely, ended at the studio ceiling.  He'd try the Bob Vila "Hey, can I try that" and meet with an epic fail on purpose so the guest would correct him and his technique.  In later years, the projects grew more ambitious–I recall Bruce Radebaugh's kitbashed B-25G–and the editing got better, but by that time the writing was on the wall. 

    But my favorite PBS show, by far, was "The Frugal Gourmet" with Jeff Smith.  I knew how to cook by the time I was 13, but I learned a lot about cooking and culture from watching Jeff.  I learned how to stir-fry, I learned about exotic (for the time-remember, this was 1987) spices and seasonings and how to use them.  I got to watch as he travelled the world, learned how different cultures ate, and then showed you how to cook the dishes.  He made me want to try his recipes.  I did, and they worked.  Unfortunately, the show met a very quick demise after molestation and sexual abuse charges were made against Mr. Smith–the cases were settled out of court, and he largely disappeared from the public eye.  His books have been out of print since then.  The shows have not been re-broadcast in any way, shape, or form.  I doubt that you'll ever see DVD boxed sets of the show  As another of my favorite TV chefs, Alton Brown, said about Smith:  "Unfortunately Smith became embroiled in a sex-abuse scandal in the mid-1990s involving young men who had worked for him. Not only did his career screech to a halt, but his earlier work was also tainted in the process. And that's a real shame, because were it not for Smith, I know of at least one would-be cook who'd still be on the sofa ordering takeout."  Amen.

    Most of those shows are gone.  These days, we'll still watch "This Old House".  Roy Underhill's "The Woodwright's Shop" is also a hoot–how he hasn't lost a limb by now amazes me.  "The New Yankee Workshop" was also a favorite, until the series ended last year.  There are some new PBS shows we watch, but it seems that the type of shows I liked are a dying breed, at least on PBS.  Wth the advent of satellite, digital, and cable TV with 600 channels, if you can't find it, it ain't there…

    Thanks for reading.  Be good to one another, and, as The Frugal Gourmet would tell us, I bid you Peace.

     

  • 300 channels…nothing on

    Does anyone remember what "UHF" and "VHF" meant on a television set?  If not, you probably don't remember life without cable TV and/or MTV.  But I grew up in that generation of over-the-air, broadcast TV, where you got (if you were lucky) the three major networks and several local channels on the UHF dial.  In South Florida, Channel 4 was the CBS affiliate, Channel 7 had the peacock, and if you wanted to watch ABC you tuned to Cahnnel 10.  The UHF channels were 23 (which was the Univision channel), 33, 39, 45, and 51 (which handled the Telemundo duties).  The two we got best were 33 and 39, although when we first moved to Ft. Lauderdale, we would watch Channel 51 because that's where you could see Tarzan (the Ron Ely version), "Championship Wrestling from Florida" (loved Gordon Solie, the MC), and "Creature Feature".  Later on, we would also catch an episode of "Don Kirshner's Rock Concert" or two…

    Sunday mornings were CBS mornings–one of the local TV celebrities was Chuck Zink, aka Skipper Chuck.  On Sundays, Skipper Chuck would read the funnies from the Miami Herald.  We didn't get the Herald, but the funnies in the Ft. Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel were the same funnies–that's when we learned what syndication was.

    During the week, we'd get to pick between reruns of "The Three Stooges", "Gilligan's Island", or "The Mickey Mouse Club".  A few years later, we'd get "Flipper" and "The New Mickey Mouse Club" to add to the playlist.  Lest you think we were children of the Idiot Box, we didn't watch too much afternoon TV–we had to do our homework and chores before we were allowed to watch any TV.  We also had a canal out back–part of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers' drainage projects in South Florida–an more often than not we'd go fishing in the canal.  Before the hydrilla got out of hand, there were a lot of fish in the canal–bluegill, catfish, largemouth bass, and even cooters.  When we weren't fishing in the canal, we were riding bikes or paddling canoes up and down the canal.  After we were done, though, the TV would go on…

    Sunday evenings were always the same–We'd watch "The Wonderful World of Disney" and "Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom".  That changed as we got older–we'd watch "60 Minutes", find something else to watch for an hour, and then it would be time to get ready for bed.  Of course, if it was football season, we'd watch the Miami Dolphins play…

    Funny thing, though–when I was a sophomore in high school, my father had to have back surgery.  The occupant of the other bed in his hospital room watched the soaps–so, as a result, so did Dad.  And, when he came home, he got the whole house hooked.  Funny thing about soaps–the last time I saw an episode of "Days of Our Lives" (about 1994), it was no different from what I saw in the 1980's.  

    When I was in college, we had our nightly rituals.  In particular, Tuesday nights were "The A-Team", "Riptide", and "Remington Steele"; Thurdays would find us watching "Magnum, P.I." (or "The Cosby Show" and "Family Ties"), "Simon and Simon" (or "Cheers" and "Night Court"), and "Hill Street Blues"; and Fridays playlist would be "Hunter" (or "Crime Story") and "Miami Vice".  Other favorites from the era include "Kate and Allie", "Newhart", "The Golden Girls", "Facts of Life", and the final seasons of "Quincy, M.E."–actually, "Quincy" was a favorite before I went to college…     

    Once cable came along, the options grew.  You could watch Morton Downey Jr. on WWOR from New Jersey.  You could watch more wrestling from Georgia on WTCG (later WTBS and "Superstation TBS").  And, after August 1981, MTV was there to bombard you with music videos.

    Since my college days, I have had very few "Must See" shows.  I would catch "Mystery Science Theater 3000" every Saturday, I very seldom missed an episode of "ER" (up until it became as much a soap opera as "Chicago Hope" had been).  The early years of "South Park" would find me on the couch, watching to see what trouble Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman would get into.  "Law & Order", too, was regularly watched–even reruns on A&E.  For some odd reason, I'd also stop at The TV Food Network.  Their early shows were fun–some intentionally, some not.

    Lately, though, I don't watch much network TV.  NBC's Thursday night lineup is a favorite (that would be "The Office", '30Rock", "Community" and "Parks and Recreation").  We'll also watch "Wind Tunnel with Dave Despain" on Sunday nights to keep us up on the week in motorsports.  Other than that, we're pretty much surfing.  We'll find something we like, watch it until it goes back to reruns ("NCIS", "Bones", "Wings", "Major Dad")…

    Our most recent indulgence has been "The Smoking Gun Presents: The World's Dumbest…" on truTV.  Why?  I have no idea…TV has indeed become the "vast wasteland" that Newton Minnow warned us about…

    Next time, I'll tell you how I discovered PBS, Bob Ross, and "This Old House".  Until then, be good to one another.  I bid you Peace.

  • Spring is here…

    Back when I was a kid living in Florida, the arrival of spring went largely unnoticed.  Face it, when winter temperatures rarely duck below 40 degrees, there isn't that much difference between seasons.  You knew it was Spring when you woke up at 6AM to temperatures in the mid-80's (and humidity to match).  And sure, we lived in Ft. Lauderdale, so there was that big college crowd.  But as a kid, what did I know from Spring Break?  All we knew was that the beach was crowded with a bunch of semi-conscious and half drunk college kids, and a new batch arrived every week, and that went on for about a month and a half.

    Then I went to college in Daytona Beach. 

    Now, Embry-Riddle didn't do a Spring Break as such when I attended, but those of us who were wise would find a way to have our own version of Spring Break.  One year, I had my schedule planned out so that I was done with classes by 2PM every day.  That year saw an amazing stretch of clear, sunny days (from mid-January to nearly April), so that meant I was at the beach no later than 3PM every day…it didn't always work out that way every year, and after a while it got old, but it was fun while it lasted…

    Back in those days, Daytona Beach was a sleepy little Central Florida town most of the year.  Mid-January brought the race fans for the sports car race, the stock car races, and the motorcycle races.  The motorcycle races coincided with Bike Week, one of the largest East Coast gatherings of bikers.  As soon as Bike Week ended (usually early February), the college students began arriving, a new batch every Sunday, until late March or early April.  Towards the end of the college students' run of the town, families started arriving for their own Spring Break.  The town started to go back to normal until late May, when the summer crowd moved in.  And, in late August, the sidewalks were rolled up, the banners welcoming this week's tourist groups came down, and the town went back to sleep for the winter…

    I recall my first Spring Break in Daytona Beach.  My roommates in college at the time were from Panama and the Dominican Republic, and they wanted to see what it was all about.  So off to the beach we headed.  1983 was probably the start of the real big Spring Break festivities in Daytona, and you could tell.  It was a combination circus/party/trade show.  Want to test-drive a brand-new Dodge Shelby Daytona?  There you go–sign up and do it.  Free samples of the latest alcoholic beverage?  Are you 18?  Okay, then, here you go.  Tobacco?  Same deal–you had to be over 18, and they'd give you free samples.  Posters were everywhere, as was a whole bunch of other SWAG (as in Stuff We All Get)–painter's caps emblazoned with the logo of a local bar, sun visors, mugs, hats, you name it.  MTV was there, alerting everyone to their existence–they launched barely a year and a half earlier.  The movie production companies were there, too, advertising the next year's releases–that was  about the time that the movie "Spring Break" was opening in theaters (25 March 1983–the movie was shot on Ft. Lauderdale, and if you look, you'll see "Cobra Wrestling" t-shirts being waved in one of the bar scenes).  Yes, I did manage to get one of the movie posters…don't know what happened to it.

    There were the free concerts, too–Daytona Beach has a bandshell and numerous pool decks, an they got put to good use.  Some of the acts I got to see?  A Flock of Seagulls, The English Beat, The Fixx, Starship, Cheap Trick, Southside Johnny, Four-In-Legion, and Vixen.  (In addition, Embry-Riddle hosted free concerts featuring the likes of Missing Persons and Foghat).  Chances are, if they were popular, you could catch them in concert during Spring Break for free.

    Every year, Spring Break would bring something different.  In the mid-80's, the City Fathers in Ft. Lauderdale began to pass laws that, while not outright bans on Spring Break festivities, put a huge damper on the things that were going to be permitted–this after residents got fed up with the damage done by 'Breakers.  Of course, the city forgot that those two months or so of less-than-societal behaviour put a lot of money into the city's bank account.  Oh, well–their loss was Daytona Beach's gain. 

    In 1986, MTV began live broadcasts from Daytona Beach.  With MTV, Spring Break in Daytona Beach became a big deal.  As the years passed, more people came to town, things got rowdier, and similar to events in Ft. Lauderdale, students died when too much liquor met up with 12th floor balconies overlooking pools.  You know that Redneck joke, "Hey, hold my beer and watch this?"  It was happening more and more frequently.  As the popularity grew, the events drew more traffic, and some partiers died in traffic accidents.  By the mid-1990's, Daytona Beach followed Ft. Lauderdale's lead and passed city ordinances that pretty much put the kibosh on Spring Break.  No matter–new venues like Panama City Beach and South Padre Island, Texas were all too happy to take in the yearly masses of revellers.

    These days, Spring Break is still alive and well.  'Breakers are returning to Ft. Lauderdale and Daytona Beach, although not in the same numbers.  Most students, attracted by low "all-in-one" pricing, low airfares, and liberal drinking laws, are heading to the Bahamas, Jamaica, and Mexican beaches to do their partying.

    But I can say, "I was there when…"

    Oh, and an interesting footnote–for as rowdy as they are portrayed in films and TV, the bikers were actually more polite, more courteous, and friendlier than 99% of the Breakers.  They left the place cleaner, they weren't drunk in public (well, not that often), and they actually exercised self-control.  I guess that's one reason the city welcomes the bikers year after year.

    If you are heading out for Spring Break, enjoy yourself, but be smart.  Be good to one another, and I bid you Peace.