Monday, April 27, 2020

Quote for Dad

It's been four weeks since my Dad died. My heart still hurts when I think of him, and especially his efforts to stay in touch, in the last few years. His eyesight was failing, but my home phone number was one of the few he made every effort to remember, and he would call almost every morning, and often would leave a message, since we would already have hurriedly left the house, to beat the breakfast crowd at our local restaurants. Now, every time I look at my answering machine, it gets me. If the message waiting light is blinking, I momentary wonder if he left a message, and get a pang when I realize it can't be true. If it's not blinking, I am reminded with a pang, that he will never again leave one of his cheery good morning messages.

My cousin posted this quote in his honor. She thought he had read it aloud to her once, and I believe it, since I found a copy in his files. Attributed to Hunter S Thompson:

“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting ‘Holy shit…what a ride!'”

Symptoms updated

A bunch of symptoms that we've all already heard of, have now been added to the official CDC list of COVID-19 symptoms:
- Fever
- Cough
- Shortness of breath
- Chills
- Repeated shaking with chills
- Muscle pain
- Headache
- Sore throat
- New loss of taste or smell

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Reopening the USA

It’s so “exciting” (confusing? maddening?) to hear about all the people in government that are making, and in some cases already executing, plans to “reopen” our communities to the spread of COVID-19. Not sure what supporting data they’re using, other than the desire to get out and have the “freedom” to transmit the virus at will. I just realized this morning, that COVID-19 has already killed way more people in the USA (42,500) in just the past month, than the Flu killed (34,200), during its entire 2018-2019 season. Those two numbers alone should give some sense of the higher lethality of COVID-19. And of course, the COVID-19 number is still increasing rapidly. The good news is, social distancing and other measures appear to be helping, and the curve appears to have stabilized into linear form, with deaths still holding below 2,000/day, arguably a number the hospitals can handle...? RIP y’all. The rest of you, stay safe out there! In other news, our President announced yesterday, that he wants to suspend immigration into the USA.

Monday, April 20, 2020

Moved COVID-19 References

Instead of collecting them under "Sites of Interest," I've moved all the COVID-19 links I've accumulated to a separate page, and setup a single link under "My Pages."

Here's a humorous new word definition for these trying times:
COVIDIOT: A new term for our COVID-19 times, defined as someone who ignores the warnings regarding public health or safety during the pandemic . . . stubbornly ignores social distancing protocols, even gathering to protest them, thus helping to further spread the disease . . . hoards groceries, depriving others of vital supplies . . . likely hasn't a clue about the actual disease, its lethality or transmission rate

Thursday, April 16, 2020

US COVID-19 cases pass 650,000

We are well past 650,000 COVID-19 cases and still climbing rapidly, according to WorldOMeter.com. The good news, is that the number of new cases each day is now hovering around 30,000, which means the case number curve is now mostly linear, instead of exponential, as it was earlier. It feels intuitively obvious, that we can attribute the leveling-off of daily new cases, to the preventative measures everyone is supposed to be taking, such as washing hands to protect ourselves, wearing homemade or even improvised masks to protect others, staying at home except for essential activities, and social distancing when out and around other people.

HTTPS Redirection

I just tried turning on HTTPS redirection for this (Blogger-supported) site of mine, and discovered it broke the KristanAndSumner.com URL, so I changed it back. It would made your connection more secure, by switching you to an encrypted connection, even if you used the insecure http:// to get here, instead of https://, but I guess my KristanAndSumner redirect doesn't support that. If you were all to switch over to using the KSHushing.blogspot.com URL, it would work just fine. Since I don't know who's using which URL, I'll leave it alone.

Aha! I figured out a way. I configured my KristanAndSumner.com DNS redirection, to forward to https://kshushing.blogspot.com. Success!

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Obituary for Sumner K (Bud) Hushing

Sumner K (Bud) Hushing, 100 years and 9 months old, died unexpectedly late Tuesday night, March 31, 2020. He was able to continue living comfortably in his home to the end. He is survived by his children Otamay, Sumner III, and Mikele, his grandchildren Brighton, Tyler, and Dorothy, his great-granddaughter Alice, and his close companion of 28 years, Adele Siegel.

Sumner was born in the Panama Canal Zone to Sumner and Anne Hushing, who quickly nicknamed him Buddy, to avoid first name confusion, and he embraced that nickname until the 1980s. Bud grew up in Litchfield, IL, and Alexandria, VA. He learned the value of honest work, as he washed dishes in his parent’s restaurant in Carlinville, IL.

He earned a law degree from Catholic University in Washington, D.C. in May 1941, after three years of night school. Shortly after World War II began, he joined the Navy, starting out as an Ensign. He worked in the Navy Code Room in 1942, was later assigned to an anti-submarine ship in Boston harbor, and subsequently served on the U.S.S. Zircon, patrolling and escorting merchant ships between New York and Guantanamo. He later found it interesting to reminisce that one such ship was named the Pan Am, a name that had so much significance to him, later in his career.

Sumner spent much of his life flying, and it began in the Navy, after he requested flight duty — something he had always wanted. He learned to fly in Stearman biplanes at a small Texas airport between Dallas and Ft. Worth. He was transferred to Pensacola, FL to finish basic, intermediate, and advanced flight training, and earned his instrument qualification. He spent some time training in the PBY-5 non-amphibian seaplane. He transitioned to the Vega Ventura PV-1, and spent many hours acquiring necessary experience in the Florida Keys area, before he was transferred to Morocco, where he flew the Vega Ventura on long range antisubmarine patrols. He once mentioned that their mission was to fly outbound 4 hours, stay on station 1 hour, then try to get back — with a theoretical 9.5 hour fuel endurance. Fuel exhaustion, and failure to get back to base, was always a risk that weighed heavy on their minds, especially when the winds changed.

After the war ended in 1945, Sumner joined American Export Airlines in New York, using his celestial navigation skills on their long over-water routes.

When he was flying out of New York’s Idlewild (now JFK) International Airport, Sumner met his soon-to-be wife Dorothy in 1946, at a restaurant during a fuel stop in Reykjavik, where he asked a pilot friend to introduce them. It wasn’t long before they were married and starting a family. Their daughter Otamay, son Sumner III, and daughter Mikele were born in a conveniently spaced succession, averaging four years apart.

AEA merged with American in 1948 to become American Overseas Airlines, and then merged with Pan American World Airways in 1950. Early during that period, Sumner was proud to say he participated in the Berlin Airlift.

In 1959, Sumner took advantage of a work opportunity, to transfer to a long-term assignment flying from San Francisco International Airport, and he and Dorothy, with their three children, moved to Palo Alto, CA.

While living in Palo Alto, Sumner joined the Palo Alto Elks Lodge, an organization dedicated to helping others. He also became a lifetime member of the American Legion. He participated in leadership of Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts for several years. He and Dorothy were members of Grace Lutheran Church. He invested in several local Bay Area businesses, and became long-term friends with their owners.

Sumner remained with Pan Am, flying such aircraft as the Douglas DC-4 and DC-6, the Boeing B-707, B-720, B-727, and finally captaining the large long-range B-747, until he reached the FAA-mandated retirement age in 1979. As a Pan Am pilot, he served on many overseas temporary assignments, often bringing his family with him to such widespread places as London, Paris, Tokyo, Tehran, and Tahiti. The Tokyo assignment included some above-average risk, as Pan Am was flying servicemen to and from Vietnam at the time. When he wasn’t on temporary assignment, he preferred to bid for Pan Am’s round-the-world routes, which took him away from home for weeks, but also gave him similarly long periods at home between trips.

Sumner and Dorothy were divorced in the early 1970s. After the divorce, Sumner tried living in Tahiti, Sydney, Honolulu, and Napa. For a short time in the late 1970s, Sumner was married to Joanne, who worked with Weight Watchers in Honolulu, and she joined him in traveling the world. After he and Joanne separated, he moved to West Palm Beach for a short time, before acquiring his residence in North Palm Beach, where he lived for 35 years.

Not long after Sumner settled in North Palm Beach, his brother Bill, also a Navy veteran, moved into a neighboring residence. Over the next 30 years, they participated in business ventures together, had overlapping circles of friends in the Palm Beach social life, and had frequent morning coffee chats, until Bill died in 2015.

Sumner developed an interest in personal computers, and spent many hours learning about them, by working in a local computer repair shop. He became fast friends with the shop owner Mike, and they kept that common bond going for several decades. He was known as a computer expert among his group of seniors.

Sumner was an active member of several social groups in the Palm Beach area, including the Pundits, the Navy League, and the American Legion.

An outspoken and dedicated conservative, Sumner never backed down from a good argument, a trait which skipped one generation, but landed squarely on his eldest grandson, who named his law firm in Sumner’s honor.

Sumner met Mac and Adele Siegel in the early 1990s. He remained respectfully admiring of Adele, but after Mac died, they became close friends, and when Adele’s mother was on her deathbed, he promised that he would keep Adele safe. That was all it took for them to become inextricably intertwined for the rest of his life. They had a busy social life in the Palm Beach area. They also took many driving trips around the United States, to visit friends and family. They both loved the widely varying geography of our country, and meeting new people along the way. They also loved telling corny jokes, and teasing new friends into guessing his age — even at age 93 on his last cross-country driving trip to Denver, no one dared guess any higher than 70.

Sumner loved to play tennis for exercise and fun, playing with other airline employees at layover hotels around the world, throughout his aviation career. He brought his usual concentration and sense of competition to the game, and he regularly won games against young men half his age. He continued his tennis activities, playing with Adele and friends, often at the BallenIsles Country Club where they were practically fixtures. Perhaps because of this regular exercise, or just some wonderful genes in his family, he stayed in surprisingly good physical condition for most of his life. He played tennis until his early 90s, when he decided that his degrading balance was making it too risky.

He also loved restoring and driving fast cars, starting with old Porsche 356 models in Palo Alto, and moving on to the beloved Mazda RX sports cars he drove in the Palm Beach area, until he reluctantly quit driving at 98 years old.

Sumner spent his last few years in a well-established and comfortable routine, enjoying his small morning meal, checking email, making phone calls (he called his children nearly every day), attending the occasional group meeting, party, or gala, driving over to visit with Adele for dinner and TV in the evening, and driving home in time to avoid the raising of the drawbridge near his home — the clockwork timing of the drawbridge over the IntraCoastal Waterway was a significant factor in his schedule. He was a safe driver almost to the end — he only stopped driving 16 months before he died. He was sad that many of his friends died before him, but he had a few loyal friends that would come visit, and accompany him to places like Guanabanas and Duffy’s, his favorite restaurants.

At the end, Sumner passed away quickly, at home, and not alone, just as he had wished. It’s interesting to note, that he was born during the 1918 N1H1 Spanish Flu Pandemic, and died during the 2019 Coronavirus (COVID-19) Pandemic.

A celebration of his life will be held at a future date (to be determined), for any survivors of the ongoing apocalypse. In lieu of flowers, please send 2-ply toilet paper. P.S. He also had a great sense of humor.

Saturday, April 11, 2020

Poem for Dad

My Dad learned to fly in the Stearman biplane, flew the Vega Ventura from Morocco, on antisubmarine patrols during WWII, and retired as a Pan Am 747 captain. I'm sure he passed a lot of flight check rides along the way. I was so proud of my father-pilot, that I became a private pilot myself. I found this poem that he had saved, and I suspect he would be happy to hear it one last time - especially with all the politically incorrect references. It’s called...

THE LAST CHECK RIDE

I hope there’s a place way up in the sky,
where old flyers can go on the day that they die.

A place where a guy can buy a cold beer,
for a friend and a comrade whose memory is dear.

A place where no doctor or lawyer can tread,
nor a CAA/FAA type would ‘ere be caught dead.

Just a quaint little place, kind of dark, full of smoke,
where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke.

The kind of a place where a lady could go,
and feel safe and protected by the men she would know.

There must be a place where old flyers can go,
when their flying is finished, and their airspeed gets low.

Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
and songs about flying and dying are sung.

Where you’d see all the fellows who’d flown west before,
and they’d call out your name, as you came through the door.

Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
and relate to others, “He was quite a good lad.“

And then through the mist, you’d spot an old guy,
you had not seen in years, though he taught you to fly.

He’d nod his old head, and grin ear to ear,
and say, “Welcome, my son, I’m pleased that you’re here.“

For this is the place where the true flyers come,
when their journey is over, and their war has been won.

They’ve come here at last to be safe and alone,
from the government clerk, and the management clone,
from politicians and lawyers, the feds and the noise,
where all hours are happy, and they’re all good ole’ boys.

You can relax with a cold one, maybe deal from a deck -
this is heaven my son… You’ve passed your last check!

— Author unknown

Rest In Peace, Dad - you’ve earned it!

US COVID-19 cases pass 522,000

4/11/2020 1pm. Well, with all our denial and misbehaving, we've managed to get the USA ahead of all other countries on the planet in documented deaths caused by COVID-19. Italy used to head the list, but now USA is on top. Our total cases has now risen above 522,000.

The really good news, is that the number of new US COVID-19 cases has been flattening out over the past few days. So even though the number of infections is still shooting up, at least it's not going faster and faster (not accelerating). So the more we wear our masks, wash our hands, and stay away from other people, when we're out of the house, the better it will be for all of us. Let's all be safe out there!

Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Day 7 after Dad died

Today is day 7 since my Dad died. There’s a certain heaviness of heart, to knowing that my last surviving ancestor is gone. I realize life goes on. But I still check my answering machine too many times during the day, to see if he left us a message, while we were out. And I get another lump in my throat, when it occurs to me, what I’m doing, and that there will never be another one of those cheery messages waiting to be played. I can't yet bring myself to get rid of my written list of phone messages from the past month - most from him.

Monday, April 6, 2020

US COVID-19 cases above 350,000

Yesterday’s graph of the number of US cases of COVID-19 shows the number of cases is still increasing at an alarming rate, and has passed 350,000. With all the social distancing that many of us are practicing, and the rest of us are supposed to be doing, I am very much looking forward to seeing some progress (lessening) in the COVID-19 infection rate.

Thursday, April 2, 2020

My Dad died Tuesday night

My Dad, Sumner (Bud) Hushing, died late Tuesday night 3/31/2020, in his home in North Palm Beach, FL. I've started work on my version of an obituary for him, which is somewhat therapeutic for me, even though it may not be used, since my sister says she is already a half dozen handwritten pages deep, into one of her own. After being home from his hospital-ER-rehab tour since late January, he was feeling stronger and sounded cheerier over the phone every day, so this sudden event was a surprise, although not entirely unexpected, considering his age and fragility. There is no indication that COVID-19 had anything to do with his death. Here's a photo of him, addressing everyone at his 100th birthday dinner party last June.