CLONE RED and Mr. Fu spent a good chunk of Saturday directing cars into parking spots at North Alabama Radio Control Association (NARCA) sponsored flying Jamboree. We did get a chance to see some interesting model aircraft, a Mitsubishi Zero, two Republic P-47 (looked like perhaps a C model and a Block 25 D model), a Loach OH-6 Cayuse, an AH-64 Apache, an AH-1 Cobra, and a Piper Cub (among many others). These men and women sink a lot of time and dedication (and money!) into their hobby, and it shows. It was a good show.
Our church music director is a model flyer at the club and had CLONE RED fly one of the club’s trainers on a “buddy box” system. This consists of two linked controllers and a switch that allows the instructor to shift control of the model back and forth between the two controllers. If the student starts getting into trouble the instructor can take over and hopefully correct the problem before a crash.
After being well toasted in the Sun, or rather by the Sun, Mr. Fu headed over to SPITFIRE and SNAPSHOT’s place to help them move some furniture out of the upstairs so they could put in new carpet. Didn’t we just move all of the furniture up there a year or so ago? The move was pleasant, relatively injury free, and no children were crushed or maimed.
THE KAT and Mr. Fu rounded out the night watching Mrs. Miniver, a great war time film by William Wyler (Funny Girl, Ben-Hur, Roman Holiday, Wuthering Heights, among others). It is an excellent piece of work, Mr. Fu was particularly struck by the symbolism of the clock. The movie is also noteworthy for a sermon by the Vicar in the movie that should be given today in America, if Americans were actually up to the task (and the Leftist-statists certainly are not):
The homes of many of us have been destroyed, and the lives of young and old have been taken. There is scarcely a household that hasn’t been struck to the heart. And why? Surely you must have asked yourself this question. Why in all conscience should these be the ones to suffer? Children, old people, a young girl at the height of her loveliness. Why these? Are these our soldiers? Are these our fighters? Why should they be sacrificed? I shall tell you why. Because this is not only a war of soldiers in uniform. It is a war of the people, of all the people, and it must be fought not only on the battlefield, but in the cities and in the villages, in the factories and on the farms, in the home, and in the heart of every man, woman, and child who loves freedom! Well, we have buried our dead, but we shall not forget them. Instead they will inspire us with an unbreakable determination to free ourselves and those who come after us from the tyranny and terror that threaten to strike us down. This is the people’s war! It is our war! We are the fighters! Fight it then! Fight it with all that is in us, and may God defend the right.
Unfortunately, in the current conflict, most Americans are just at the Mall.
But it was a great day. Most of them these side of the dirt nap are. Or you need to make them so.