Missing Airplanes
Watching the hunt for flight 370 in the three mile deep Indian Ocean, I was amazed that they would even make the effort. Then the last issue of Dolphin Talk had the article about aircraft lost since the beginning of man flying heavier-than-air machines. The article failed to mention the B-52F model that crashed in the 60’s just off the coast of Matagorda Island.
I was not here at the time, but I flew several missions dropping conventional bombs and bomb shapes at the range on MGI. The most memorable mission involved 30 airplanes starting around New Orleans, flying at 200-300 feet, with (I think) one mile separation, and radio silence. This was new to every crew and was not tried again as we were very lucky that we had no mid-air collisions.
We did continue to try to deliver iron bombs at low level until we lost an airplane very close to Port O’Connor. There was no debris or anything ever found and search was abandoned after a short time.
After this event it was decided that we would bomb at high level which resulted in many (13, I think) B-52’s shot down over Hanoi in December, 1972. Had we been successful in ‘64 and ‘65, we could have gone under the surface-to-air missiles and had less loss of life.
Couple of points of interest:
1. Locals who lived here in ‘64 and ‘65 should remember the live bombing on MGI.
2. Everyone who flew heavy jet airplanes knew that you cannot ditch in the ocean. You bail out, as the speed will make the water like hitting a mountain.
3. Last of all, don’t hold me to details as when young you think you can remember everything, which ceases to be true later.
Wm (Dixie) Howell
A huge thank you to all involved in making the 2nd annual Crawfish Fest and Cook-off a huge success.
Our goal as your Chamber is to bring commerce to Port O’Connor, and I think we did a great job of it this past weekend. I have to give a HUGE THANKS to all the folks that jumped in and made this such a wonderful event. I will not be able to write everyone’s name as it is too many for me to even think I can do it. If you took part in any way at this event you are appreciated — whether you came and supported our event as a cooker, vendor, helper or a spectator, we appreciate this.
These funds will used be to build a new pavilion at King Fisher Beach. When we get closer to our goal we will have a meeting to take suggestions. This is your building and we want your input. If you have something you would like to see considered in the construction, this will be the time to be thinking about it. Please gather your thoughts and visit with one of the Chamber Directors if you would like.
Our next fund raiser will be the 2nd Annual Beach Bash -August 30, 2014 at King Fisher Beach. If you want to be a part of this event ,please contact Mary Jo Walker at shrimper@tisd.net or Patti Elkins at patti@tsfmag.com.
Mary Jo Walker
President, Port O’Connor Chamber of Commerce
Leash Laws & POC
A leash law in POC wouldn’t be enforceable and even the idea generates hard feelings. I suggest that a limited leash law be considered which would only apply to King Fisher Park or the bay side of Park Street.
Unleased dogs in King Fisher Park, or on the beach, are a year-round problem but it becomes particularly troublesome during the vacation months when the number of dogs in town seems to increase four fold. I believe a leash law should be enforced in King Fisher Park and the beach for the following reasons:
• All dogs are “friendly” and all dogs have the capacity to attack without warning. My son’s dog “never hurt anyone” yet it killed a dog at his apartment with one bite and no known provocation. There may even be a liability question here if a visitor is bitten.
• If a dog is restrained and yours isn’t, yours could seriously harm it before the owner could get theirs away. If your dog is not on a leash, you cannot have positive control of your pet.
• Some people (of all ages) are deathly afraid of dogs, all dogs. For these folks, unrestrained dogs terrify them and ruin their POC experience.
• As a bonus, it’s very difficult to “clean up” after unrestrained dogs but one on the end of a leash is hard to ignore or miss.
It shouldn’t be that difficult to enforce this limited leash law in King Fisher Park and on the beach. Signs would have to be posted on Park and I’d suggest that bags be provided so we could all work together to keep the area clean. I hope this idea will be given some serious consideration because I enjoy walking Honey in the park and on the beach.
Respectfully,
Jim Hicks & Honey
I Found My Salvation Through God When I Arrived in Seadrift
I didn’t know a soul in this town. Two months ago, if you had told me I was about to live in THE BEST KEPT SECRET IN TEXAS…I would have never believed it. Anyone who has known me can testify that overcoming adversity has been the story of my life. The dream of living off the coast has followed me since childhood. I’ve been ill for quite sometime now; four months ago I told my family I’m suffering. Praying every day, God spoke to me that “Believing and having faith are two different things.” Being the “hellion child” that I was, I’ve prayed for many years something like this, “Dear Lord, please give me a dumb-dumb map that leads me directly to your path.”
Two months ago I told my friends and family that I was willing to fight for my life (legally, health, and spiritually). They were willing to help, but I wasn’t willing to give up all that I had worked hard for to move to a city that could easily crew me up and spit me out. I felt like this time my spirit needed to be built back up by the water. My family right then started looking around the Houston area for just that (Galveston, Surfside, Freeport). When I was informed about the cost of living, it seemed that putting me on the water was just gong to have to be a dream, as it always has been. I couldn’t accept that. God said, “Through Me all things are possible.” That’s when the teaching of Faith began.
I started selling everything I owned, not having a clue where I would end up. By the end of March, March 21st, still no place to move, and I had until the end of the month to give up possession of my home. I haven’t even mentioned, along with my health problems, I am also dealing with an extreme case of identity theft that’s unbelievably hard to prove, and a divorce that desperately needs to happen. I saw an ad in the paper for a 2 br apartment in Seadrift, Texas. I knew I could afford it.
By this time, law enforcement and my family started to wonder if I had lost my mind – having no car, health problems, a fixed and limited income and all the legal battles I’m facing, all at the same time. Now I’m moving to Seadrift, Texas?
A leap of faith is an understatement. I did it and to Seadrift, Texas I came. Talk about having divine intervention upon my life, God has appeared so evidently since I’ve moved here that I am so proud to call this place my home.
May 16th I’m turning 38 years old, and I’ve finally found it! I found my spiritual wings to fly, my new brothers and sisters in Christ, my strength to fight again, my faith, a law enforcement that Honor Their Oath to Protect and Serve, and finally, my Salvation Through God! So, needless to say, I’m not crazy. Through my little mustard seed of faith, I found my salvation in Seadrift.
Laura Hernandez-Biery
“Lauren”
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