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NAVAIR Pax River Downloadable Info!

NAVAIR PAX River May 2019 Handout Book: https://drculture.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/PAX-RIVER-MAY-2019-HANDOUT-BOOK.pdf

Excellent Article by Mr. Richard Holbrook, PE, “Why Can’t We Get Along?”  https://drculture.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/HOLBROOK-GET-ALONG.pdf

Twenty-Three pages of classic Cross Cultural references that still deliver: https://drculture.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/CLASSIC-CROSS-CULTURAL-RESOURCES-REFERENCESS-THAT-STILL-DELIVER.pdf

Locations for US Navy Historical documents going back to letters from Thomas Jefferson to James Madison: https://drculture.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/READING-LIST-NAVAL-RECORDS-REFERENCE.pdf

Introduction to Dr. C’s first book which exposed the Top Secret WWII Program of kidnapping Latin Americans of Japanese Background (most were citizens of Latin American countries), transport them to the US and then trade them for American POWs: http:// https://drculture.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/2.-INTRODUCTION.pdf

Mr. Holbrook’s Presentation References: https://drculture.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/HOLBROOK-PAX-2019-REFERENCES.pdf

Negotiations Skills Building Resources: https://drculture.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/2019-Reading-List.pages.pdf

Introduction to Dr. C’s next book, ”Dr. Culture Explains The Secrets of American Culture: Not Only For Internationals!” https://drculture.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/2.-INTRODUCTION.pdf

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Redefining The No Fly Zone

A professional traveler, such as myself, experiences the full travel spectrum; from Uber out to Uber back. Over the years and over a million miles of travel, I have learned how to travel smartly; minimizing the unpleasant while maximizing the very pleasant.  Recreational or occasional travelers are quick to complain about the experience; the ticketing lines, baggage drop lines, security lines, no seats at gate, on-board cattle-car ambiance, no food, bad snacks, First Class lavatories off-limits, paying for drinks. Paying for bags, paying for upgraded seats they feel weren’t worth it, ad nauseam.  

I notice these travelers are quick to complain about rude, airline employee behavior or that their trip is just not going as they want. They demand better treatment – and of course, a voucher or other “accommodation” to offset their violated personal expectations or inconvenience. Sometimes, the airline is at fault, and in virtually all cases, they step up and fix it.

OK, their customers demand better, and the airline responds. That’s just “Good Business 101.” What is lost in today’s very-non-personal-communicative world is this: this works both ways. The airline (should) demand better behavior from the customers, and they respond. However, this simple, innovative concept, incredibly, will cause tremendous pushback from those unwilling to adjust or amend their actions. It’s not their fault, they might argue. They feel they are paying for a service and the provider and other passengers need to adjust to them.”

If you travel regularly, you see it almost every trip; from poorly dressed (I watched one guy boarding wearing what looked like pajamas – seriously), to scantily clad women, to passengers wearing obscene messages on shirts.  Memorable, inspirational words such as, “I have the T*Ts, so I make the rules;” Meet the F*ckers (a sweatshirt with pictures of Bush Administration Cabinet), and a too-young girl wearing a Dick’s Sporting Goods shirt with “Girls Like Dicks, too” (can’t be real, right?).  In some cases, the airlines stepped up and threw them off the aircraft. And the media went wild, of course. Incredible.

But this is stupid, obnoxious behavior from someone suffering from “head up and locked” syndrome and nothing compared to the “Unruly Passenger(s)” who demonstrate zero sense of civility and/or simply don’t care. From performing Yoga in the aisle to a man assaulting and choking a woman passenger over her reclining seat to a woman who had to be dragged from the aircraft after attacking Delta flight crew members and later, airport police and FBI reps. 

Those are the inconsiderate, terminally-stupid idiots whose behavior cause aircraft to return to the departure airport forcing all the other passengers to miss connections, lose business, vacation days, threaten the safety of passengers, etc. And, the operational disruption and extra fuel and man-hour costs are incalculable. Why does this happen? Because these sociopathic morons do this/have done this with virtually no accountability or worse, responsibility. It’s all about them.

Eleven million travelers take to the global skies every day. They should expect safe passage free of frightening behavior from a few miscreants. It’s time for an attitude adjustment; time to confront badly behaving or dangerous passengers — head on, and make them pay.

What to do? First, the airlines and particularly the federal transportation agencies, need to grow a pair of ovaries and issue a simple, policy statement. Here’s my recommendation: “You cause a problem (drunk and disorderly, fighting, throwing food, etc.) forcing the delay or return of an aircraft to the gate or airport, and you go on the “No-Fly List” for all US and International airlines for five years. No plea arrangement, no community service. Five-year ban. Period. 

Non-responsibility excuses such as “I didn’t know if I took my meds with six Jack Daniels Doubles, it would make me behave like that,” won’t work. No hard-luck “if I can’t fly I’ll lose my job” wailing or “I have nephew’s graduation” hand-wringing will help. 

Too friggin’ bad. You’re driving to the graduation now — with plenty of time to reflect on what – or who – put you on the road instead of in the air.

If, after five years, your air travel privileges are returned and you do it again, depending on the offense, you might face jail time, but you will have earned a permanent ban on all air travel for life.  

Period. Have a nice day.

If the first infraction is severe enough, you could move immediately to being banned from all air travel for life and skip the five-year wait. The possibility of jail time, however, would still be there.

To Delta’s credit, they have instituted a “banned from Delta” policy if the unruly passenger’s behavior warrants it but there are other air carriers that will still take their money.

The statistics on unruly passengers are striking. In 2017, the International Air Transport Association (IATA) reported an unbelievable ratio of 1 serious incident for every 1,053 flights. The top three issues were not obeying safety regulations (other than non-smoking): 49 %, alcohol-related; 27%, and incredibly, 24% of incidents were for not following the non-smoking rules in the aircraft. Is “No smoking In the aircraft” that complicated to understand?

The internet is filled with drunk/disorderly conduct types punching flight attendants, and even beating other passengers with a wine bottle before attempting to open the door of a Delta aircraft cruising over the Pacific Ocean at 30,000 feet. That earned the violent assailant two years in prison and a ban on flying — but no word on how long of a ban

To Delta’s credit, they have instituted a “banned from Delta” policy if the unruly passenger’s behavior warrants it but there are other air carriers that will take their money.

The stats on unruly passenger is stunning. In 2017, the International Air Transport Association (IATA) reported a staggering ratio of 1 serious incident for each 1,053 flights. The top three issues were 49% not obeying safety regulations (other than non-smoking), 27% involved alcohol, and incredibly, 24% of incidents were for not obeying the non-smoking regulations in the aircraft. Is “No smoking In the aircraft” that  complicated to understand?

Cause a ruckus, no flying on us.

Am I committing logic? Seems a no-brainer. 

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Goodnight Karen Mihoch, Wherever You Are

With apologies to Jimmy Durante for hijacking the closing line from his 1955 TV program, every July 20th I revisit an unforgettable 1969 marker in my life.  It is a signpost to an uncomplicated and yet, more confusing time: 1969. Back then, I had my “roadmap to success” albeit, a simple one but identical to many young men of the late 1960s.  My plan: I would (1) find a girlfriend (2) get a car (3) finish my Senior  high school year and (4) if my luck continued, graduate. 

Assuming I accomplished goals three and four, I would begin applying to colleges.  If my grades were good enough and I was accepted, the US Selective Service would issue me a student deferment classification.  This would reverse the increasing gravitational pull on me from the political Black Hole known as the Vietnam War.

However, grades alone were not enough. If you had good grades but your family didn’t have the money to send you to college, you simply were not going to college.  Instead, you were going to Vietnam.

Nonetheless, truth be told I had waited too long to begin caring about grades or college. By May 1967, I had already received my draft notice.  I had to choose between serving as a two-year draftee in the Army — with a year in Vietnam almost guaranteed — or spending four years in a different armed service branch. I chose the latter and the US Air Force.

A little more than two years later, July 1969, I was home on leave and bravely looked up one of the most attractive Class of ’67 girls and called. Incredibly, she (1) remembered me and (2) agreed to go out with me.

Her name was Karen Mihoch, and in the two years since graduation, she had gone from very-attractive high school girl to, frankly, a fully-grown babe.  She was a head-turner; the epitome of the late 60’s “breath-taking” model-quality woman; great body, er, … “lovely figure,” willowy but not anorexic, long blonde straight hair, big bangs, and a micro-skirt (where have they gone?).  Her final fashion statement featured white “Go-Go” boots and 1960’s pink lipstick.  Whoa.  

We headed to the then (and still today) very casual-hip-chic Georgetown Pub called, The Tombs.

We had a great meal and conversation that I thought hinted at better things later. As we talked, a small “portable” television appeared on the bar for all to view. The bartender fidgeted with the antenna (not familiar with the term?) and waited for the set to warm up (not familiar with that term, either?).  

In about a minute, (not familiar with the wait?) there on the small screen, I watched a grainy, black and white television picture from the moon fade into view.  

Wow, from the moon?

Being a huge fan of aviation and space exploration, I was desperately torn between watching her — and her inviting, porcelain décolletage — or the television.  Should I be talking about her last heartbreak (Hey, take a chance on me!), or marveling at man’s greatest technological event ever?

I was sitting across from a heavenly body but, man was on the moon! 

Describing the lunar event was CBS News anchor Walter Cronkite. He was uncharacteristically speechless as he watched Neil Armstrong leave his footprints on the moon. 

I was near-speechless thinking about leaving my fingerprints all over her.

But, it was not to be. Sadly, she had to be back early that evening (maybe due to her family’s reluctance over her dating a military guy; it was the late 60s, after all).  

We watched that historical event along with the rest of the world, and although we saw each other from time to time, we eventually faded from each other’s lives. Life, I have learned, is sometimes like that and I hope her’s has been as rewarding as mine. 

But, every July 20th, I revisit “our” moment in time.  How can it have been nearly 50 years ago?

I bet she is still a babe.

Good night Karen Mihoch, Wherever You Are

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The Fireworks Flag

Recently, I was a guest at the lovely Ft. Lauderdale Yacht Club for their Independence Day celebration.  It was especially picturesque–complete with happy children splashing in the pools, an enormous cookout, and open bar.

Under the poolside high-ceiling cabana, slowly revolving fans bathed friends, parents, and grandparents below in a soft post-meal tropical breeze as they sat chatting.

Situated along Ft. Lauderdale’s scenic Intracoastal, growing numbers of boats — from small-cabined family cruisers and pontoon boats to anchored floating palaces — positioned for the big July 4th fireworks show.  Unlike inland celebrations, along Ft. Lauderdale’s extensive waterways, holiday fireworks launch from pyrotechnics-packed platforms in the water tethered to navigation buoys.

As I fought off strong waves of “maybe a little nap” temptation, an exuberant 4-year child ran up to his grandfather waving a small American Flag on a stick that had been part of a nearby Independence Day table decoration.

“Look Granddad!” he proclaimed while excitedly waving the flag. “It’s the fireworks flag!”  

He handed the little flag to his grandfather and in a flash, dashed away to play with the other sugar-buzzed yuppie larva.  

Gradually, the July sunshine gave way to the evening’s darkening skies.  Large yachts tied to the docks (I like big boats, and I can’t deny it) outlined a grassy peninsula adjacent to the cabana. Families, including the grandfather and grandkid, now moved to the grassy area of the small peninsula where they positioned themselves on blankets.  Anticipation was high.  It was almost showtime.

“Granddad!” the child pointed to several other American flags flying from the nearby boats, “more fireworks flags!”

This time the grandfather asked, “Why do you call it the “fireworks flag?

“Because the flags mean fireworks are coming!” he answered immediately.

BOOM! The first fireworks volley began.  The 4-year old instinctively burrowed into his grandfather’s embrace.

BOOM, BOOM-BOOM!  Being this close to the fireworks platform, I could feel the blasts from the nearby floating barge. It was similar to being in a thunderstorm and experiencing the “flash-bang” of lightning and its immediate thunderclap.  Whoa!

In a few seconds, the grandchild cautiously peeked into the sky marveling at the loud, colorful spectacle above him.  Soon, he happily joined the chorus of  “Ooooohs” and “Ahhhhs” from others in the blanketed area.

By now, I’m sure you’ve figured out the grandchild is mine.  And, that evening the precocious 4-year old taught his youthful, virile and ahem, studly grandfather a lesson in perception.  I never saw “the fireworks flag” coming. 

As depicted in the movie Truman, you accept the world you are born into as proper and correct, framing your world and forming perceptions from a circular combination of behavior modeling, negative/positive reinforcement, observation, et al.

In my grandboy’s world, if he saw an American Flag, a fireworks show would soon follow.  How adorable.

In a few years though, he will learn “the why” behind the 4th of July celebration and the sweeping, world-changing effects of that pivotal event.

He will discover our fight for independence was a horrific, brutal and savage clash.  He’ll read about that struggle for individual freedoms; freedom of speech, press, the right to bear arms, assembly, and religion.  He will understand this was a period of such suffering that history books today cannot accurately describe it.

He will develop a sense of awe for those America-Founding Fathers, and the enormous obstacles overcome in writing arguably, the second most pervasive document in the history of man by consensus of a group. Their signatures severed all political ties with Great Britain. That is well known. Rarely mentioned is: with this action, they also placed themselves at the top of King George III’s “Most Wanted Dead or Alive List.” They had to succeed — or they and all like-minded colonists were dead.

He will recognize the dangerous dichotomy produced by those 56 signatures; complete independence from Great Britain could be the only outcome.  There could be no compromise, no middle ground, no striking a balance, no give and take, no happy medium.  With this bold action, these delegates pledged to each other, all thirteen colonies, and all future Americans, their lives, fortunes, and sacred honor.  The grandboy will also realize those citizen soldiers defending the declaration were poorly trained, poorly equipped, yet took on the world’s best military; the best trained, best equipped, the most experienced, and won.

But, as he will learn, winning the war was only step one.  Step two was hammering out the US Constitution. That happened in Philadelphia when the Constitutional Delegates forever fused together a pronoun, an article, and a noun.

Three words that changed a nation — formally defining America. These three words were a sweeping expression of the American mind and immediately became an American Cultural touchstone.

“We The People” was revolutionary political thought in the late 18th century. Indeed, it is still today not welcome in many countries. Nonetheless, those three little words would change much of the world as other nations adopted the American philosophy of government answering to the people instead of the reverse. 

These facts will drive a growing awareness in him that this nation is like no other.  He will recognize the brilliance of our Founding Fathers’ vision;  that individual freedom, individual choice and the dignity placed by this culture on the individual supersede everything else — and particularly, government overreach.  

He and his generation will come to see that maintaining this vision requires vigilance. They face ongoing confrontation with complacent citizens or worse, those persons who conspire to erode this unique cultural and political structure for their own personal or political gains.  

Likewise, he and his fellow Americans of the future will recognize that the flame of individual freedom is targeted by violent individuals, both foreign and domestic.  They fear the power of the individual unleashed in a culture that places this strength, this force, above everything.

He will marvel at the far-reaching power found in that historical three-word fusion.  Most importantly though, he will understand the responsibility to protect what those three words created, now reside in him. 

But for now, it’s the “Fireworks Flag,” and that’s OK.

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Flamenco Guitar’s Brightest Star Gone

For fans of Flamenco music, you simply could not get any better than Paco de Lucia. He was one of the greatest guitar players of all times and a Spanish national treasure.

For the rest of the world and especially guitar aficionados, on February 25, 2014, one of the brightest stars in the musical heavens suddenly flickered and  went dark when Paco de Lucia died. 

I first heard his music while living in Zaragoza, Spain during the 1970s. His seemingly casual mastery and unique style were stunning. I have been an avid fan ever since.  I found a 1976 Spanish TV video of him performing Entre Dos Aquas. You can watch it now by clicking here

In a musical watershed moment, the world learned about this virtuoso guitarist through his rumba; Entre Dos Aguas (Between Two Waters) referring to his hometown of Algeciras, where the Mediterranean meets the Atlantic. It was a sweeping introduction to the musical fierceness, passion, and elegance of centuries-old gypsy flamenco music from at least four cultures: Gypsy, Moors (Arab), Jews and Andalusian.

The global music industry immediately noticed la entrada of Paco de Lucia. They quickly embraced his signature picados (what guitar ‘riffs’ want to be when they grow up) and the unique Paco de Lucia strumming and fingering style characterized as the most advanced flamenco approach the world had ever known.

Present-day jazz greats Al Dimeola, John McLaughlin and Chick Corea were the first to add de Lucia’s emotional elegance to their work. Soon, they played to audiences of 5-10,000 all over the world. 

This was followed by several orchestral performances and even the blending of de Lucia’s unique style with Willie Nelson’s “On The Road Again” for the TV show soundtrack “Spain: On The Road Again.”

But, it was rock music superstar Bryan Adams who showcased the romantic, sensual, and intimate side of Paco de Lucia’s work to the enormous international pop-rock audience. In 1995 Adams wrote the Oscar-Nominated “Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman” for the movie, Don Juan DeMarco. The music video for the song featured both Adams and Paco de Lucia. You can watch it now by clicking here.

Akin to a flame passing from a single candle to another which in turn, lights another candle and another over and again, the influence of this flamenco maestro cannot be overstated. Indeed, at this moment somewhere, there is an acoustic guitarist relentlessly practicing their picados; seeking to emulate and perhaps momentarily capture the essence of what was and what always will be, Paco de Lucia.