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Flying Boat Follow-up

While I was rounding up info links for the previous entry, I stumbled across something pretty cool: it seems there’s a Flying Boat Museum in Foynes, Ireland, which was one of the refueling stops for the Pan-Am Clippers on the North Atlantic run between New York and Great Britain. (It was also, according to lore, the place where Irish coffee was first concocted, a notable historical first as well.) The Foynes Flying Boat Museum is apparently the only aviation museum in Ireland, and the only one in the entire world dedicated to the flying boats. All of which is noteworthy, but the thing that really caught my interest is that this museum has a full-scale replica of a Boeing 314!

Behold:

Based on the museum’s 314 photo gallery, it looks fairly complete and accurate, inside and out. It may not be a real Clipper, but I’d guess it’s as close to real as we can get in this graceless age of ours. This is definitely something to put on my “places to visit” list.

And hey, Jimmy Buffett has been there! Just in case you need anything more to pique your interest!

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Sheer Awesome

The Hawaii Mars coming in for a landing

In addition to those glorious old warbirds I sometimes write about, I’ve long been fascinated by another extinct class of aircraft from the 1930s and ’40s: the flying boat.

Oh, we still have seaplanes and amphibious jobs, but these are tiny, degenerate remnants of a once-proud genus, like the Geico gecko compared to a full-grown T. Rex. What I’m talking about are the big airliners of aviation’s Golden Age, Pan-Am’s legendary Clipper ships, the first practical transoceanic passenger planes. The largest of these, the Boeing 314s with their sitting lounges and private sleeping compartments, had more in common with Pullman cars than our modern-day jet airliners; the journey across the Atlantic may have taken days instead of mere hours in those days, but the comfort and even luxury offered by these birds would seem downright decadent to an economy-class flyer of the 21st century.

Sadly, none of the mighty Clippers have survived, not even as static display pieces in a museum somewhere. They were all destroyed during the war, or crashed, or, worst of all, were broken up for scrap after they became obsolete. Much like Zeppelins and Titanic-style ocean liners, the Clippers can never be anything more to me than a romantic fantasy of a time I never saw, no more real than the Millenium Falcon.

Which is why I was absolutely gobsmacked to learn the other day (via Boing Boing, living up to its boast of being “a directory of wonderful things”) that there are in fact a couple of giant flying boats still around, and one of them is currently helping fight that big fire in the hills above Los Angeles. It’s not a Clipper ship, true — it’s something even bigger, a Martin Mars, the largest flying boat ever produced. (Howard Hughes’ infamous H4 — the Spruce Goose — is bigger than a Mars, but the Goose was only a prototype that never made it into production). With a wingspan of 200 feet and an overall length slightly more than 117, the Mars tops even the Boeing 314, which was a mere 106 feet long, and had a much shorter wingspan of 152 feet. Only seven of these monsters were built, and of those, only two remain. Both were converted into firefighting waterbombers in the 1960s, along with two others that aren’t with us any longer (one crashed and another was demolished by a hurricane). Not to bore y’all with too many statistics, but the numbers on these things astound me: they can deliver a payload of 7,200 gallons of water mixed with various fire-retardant chemicals, enough to cover four acres in a single drop, and then they can reload just by skimming across a lake and be back on target in as little as 15 minutes. And they’re pretty, too, as the pic above and the others in this gallery demonstrate.

I’ve said before that it’s much more satisfying to see an old machine still working and doing (more or less) what it was built for than sitting dead in a museum like a butterfly with a pin through its back. Don’t get me wrong; museums serve an important function, and I’ll take a preserved, inoperable airplane or automobile over a yellowing photo any day. But it makes me happy to know that these 64-year-old ladies are still out there proving themselves against newer, less-stylish competitors. If you want to see how awesome these planes are, check out the videos on this page.

There’s a detailed history of the Martin Mars here, and you can find the website for Coulson Flying Tankers, the company that owns and operates the last two Marses, here. Be sure to check out that photo gallery!

Postscript: On a related note, see also Telstar Logistics’ report on another big-ass plane that’s been pressed into service against the Station fire. It’s a converted 747!

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15 Movies Meme

One of my pals from the old movie-theater days recently tagged me with this meme over on Facebook. The idea is to list “15 movies that will always stick with you,” which I interpreted to mean those flicks for which I can still recall the circumstances of my first seeing them, or movies that have some special meaning or memory for me. These are not necessarily my picks for the best movies I’ve ever seen, or even my favorite movies — although I’d be willing to call all of them faves, if you pressed me on it — but rather these are ones that have, well, stayed with me over the years. You’re not supposed to think too much about this exercise, though; the instructions call for you to just throw out the first 15 titles that come to mind, and you’re not supposed to take any longer than 15 minutes to do it (as if it would take me 15 minutes to come up with a mere 15 titles!).
Following what seems to have become my usual custom for these Facebook things, I’m going to repost the results here, with some additional commentary. Hey, just think of this as the Expanded Edition! And in case you’re wondering, I came up with this list in about three minutes, instead of the allotted 15. Because I’m a show-off that way.

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So Very Wrong…

And yet, somehow, so very right… it’s Molly Ringwald in that inescapable slave-Leia outfit:

Actually, I can imagine Molly playing Leia if the original trilogy had been made just a couple years later. But then I’ve got a weird imagination that way. I’ve always thought Humphrey Bogart would’ve rocked as Han Solo, too…

(Via.)

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Though We Refuse to See

Overheard during my lunchtime walk: Kansas’ “Dust in the Wind” emanating from the open door of a tavern near my office. How depressing would it be to park yourself in a dark little hole that smells of sweat and mildew, drinking beer and listening to that existential dirge while a beautiful late-summer afternoon unwinds just a few steps away? Even I don’t have that much appetite for melancholy self-reflection…

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Rumination on a Monday Morning Ruminant Spotting

So, I’m driving to the train station this morning, and at some point I glance off to my left and see… a black and white cow wearing light blue pajamas. Walking on its hind legs, no less.

For just an instant, I had the thought that the Monday-morning hangover really isn’t worth it anymore.

Then I realized I was simply passing Chick-fil-A, and there was some poor teenager sweating away his shift inside that cow’s plush innards. I really hope the whole week isn’t going to be like this…

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Happy Birthday, Rick!

Briefly noted, yesterday was my main man Rick Springfield’s 60th birthday. Sixty. That’s only a couple years younger than my parents. Good thing I didn’t put that together when I was a teenager; the cognitive dissonance of my guitar hero being in the same general age group as my folks would no doubt have triggered some kind of mental breakdown. Of course, the similar age is easier to ignore when you consider that my parents have never looked anything like this:

Rick Springfield kicking ass at age 60

Yeah, I hope I look that good in another 20 years. Hell, I wish I looked that good now

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Coming Soon: House of the Wolf Man

Let’s move on to something a little more lighthearted, shall we?

First, a lesson in film history: Back in the 1930s and ’40s, individual movie studios tended to specialize more in particular genres than they do now, and Universal had established itself as the “house of horror” with several monster — forgive the pun — hits that are still considered iconic, if not definitive films today, particularly the 1931 versions of Dracula and Frankenstein, and 1941’s The Wolf Man. Universal execs naturally sought to maximize their earnings on these beloved characters by churning out several sequels for each — proving that nothing ever changes all that much in Hollywood — and finally culminating in two “monster rally” crossover films that featured all three characters: House of Frankenstein in 1944 and House of Dracula in ’45. By the late ’40s, however, the monster craze was waning, and several “Abbott and Costello Meet…” films reduced the legendary monsters of movieland to mere punchlines. Which meant poor Larry Talbot — a.k.a. the Wolf Man — never got his own “House of” movie.

Until now.

It seems an independent filmmaker named Eben McGarr has created a retro-tastic new flick called House of the Wolf Man. It’s filmed in glorious black-and-white, shot in the period-appropriate “academy” aspect ratio of 1.33:1 (which we now call “full-screen” on the backs of our DVDs), and generally looks as if it’s a long-lost treasure that’s recently been discovered in Universal’s vaults. Here’s the trailer:

I don’t know about you, but I think that looks a lot cooler than the upcoming Wolf Man remake with Benecio Del Toro (and that actually looks pretty good to me, as remakes go). I haven’t heard anything about how or when this is going to be released, but I intend to be watching for it.

I found this via Michael May, who linked back to Undead Backbrain, where you can find more details about the film and a whole mess of photos. (Is it just me, or does this guy look a whole lot like Indy’s treacherous buddy Mac from Crystal Skull?)

There’s a Facebook page too, of course…

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And the World Moves On

Stephen King’s monumental fantasy epic, The Dark Tower, takes place in a world very much like our own, a parallel Earth that shares many attributes with ours, except that this other world is dying at some fundamental, metaphysical level. Entropy is accelerating; time no longer flows at a steady rate; most machines have ceased to function. Societies are failing and human behavior is changing for the worse, becoming barbaric and even monstrous. Even geography has been altered, with distances between places increasing, or their locations actually shifting around. Some of the inhabitants of this alternate Earth — the ones who are still rational, anyway — speak wistfully of what things were like “before the world moved on.”

I think that’s a wonderful phrase, evocative of so many things: loss, alienation, resignation, the sense of big changes occurring in spite of an individual’s actions or feelings. Perhaps most of all, it speaks of the melancholy recognition that something important has slipped away from you while you weren’t paying attention. My friend Jack uses the phrase all the time; it was very much on my mind yesterday.

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A Couple of Brief Follow-Up Items

First, for any who may be wondering, the Odd Fellows Hall building I referenced in the previous entry successfully crossed Market Street yesterday, creating a really odd sight for anyone who happened to walk past the intersection of Market and Main. (Basically, Market dead-ended in a three-story brick wall for a good part of the day). The building still needs to be shoved sideways onto its new foundation — which I guess gives the forces of entropy one last chance to try and implode the old thing into a dusty heap of shattered masonry — but at this point I think the worst threat of it crumbling is past. Now all I have to do is get over the cognitive dissonance caused by having a big old building standing on the wrong side of the street!
Secondly, if you didn’t see it, there was a very nice tribute to John Hughes in the New York Times a few days ago, written by the actress Molly Ringwald. She, of course, starred in three of Hughes’ best-loved movies, Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, and Pretty in Pink. She reminisces about working with Hughes and the impact he had on her life and career, and also reveals some interesting personal details, such as the fact that Hughes held grudges, and both she and co-star Anthony Michael Hall felt like they ended up on the receiving end of them. It’s a very heartfelt piece of writing from a woman who was in many ways a proxy for we children of the ’80s; here she plays that role one last time to tell us what our friend and big brother John was really like.

Oh, and this is probably really dumb, but it makes me happy to think that she and Hall are still friends enough that they called one another after John died, and also that… well, I’ll let you see for yourself how Molly’s article ends…

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