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Pit Life BBQ
The Barbeque Princess Leslie Roark Scott

Pit Life BBQ

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 6, 2024 71:42


Tonight I'm joined by The Barbeque Princess Leslie Roark Scott of Ubon's Barbeque in Yazoo City MS. We talk about that bbq love, Leslie's tv apperences, the history of Ubon's and much more. https://ubonsbbq.com/

Lake Effect: Full Show
Thursday 4/4/24: Men of color summit, HBCUs, SapSap Ubon

Lake Effect: Full Show

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 4, 2024 51:19


A summit for men of color happening this weekend, and what organizers hope to accomplish. NPR's Weekend Edition Sunday host Ayesha Rascoe discusses the importance of HBCUs. A Lao barbeque restaurant, SapSap, moves away from brick and mortar.

Pitmaster, an Old Virginia Smoke Podcast
06/01/23 - The Duchess - Erin Campbell

Pitmaster, an Old Virginia Smoke Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 1, 2023 46:34


Erin Campbell, AKA the BBQ Duchess, is the boss lady of Ubon's BBQ, who recently finished 10th place overall in whole hog at Memphis in May! She's an incredible person, has had BBQ in her veins for her whole life, and is a great interview!

Thip Khao Talk
EP 0011 Cultivating Community & Preserving Heritage Throuh Entrepreneurship

Thip Khao Talk

Play Episode Listen Later May 30, 2023 22:50


Join the Sticky Rice Squad as we explore the theme of cultivating community and preserving heritage through Entrepreneurship. This time, we have the privilege of speaking to Alex Hanesakda, a passionate restaurant entrepreneur and the owner of SapSap Eats. SapSap, which translates to "delicious, delicious," in the Lao language, is a culinary haven that not only tantalizes the taste buds but also fosters a sense of togetherness through shared experiences. Born in a Thai refugee camp in Ubon, Alex's family hails from Laos, and their journey to the United States after the Vietnam War deeply influenced his perspective on heritage and the power of sharing it through food. Growing up in Burlington, Wisconsin, Alex witnessed firsthand how food can bridge cultural gaps and create lasting connections. This profound realization motivated him to embark on a mission to bring his family's heritage to the forefront and share it with the Mount Pleasant community and world. At SapSap Eats, Alex aims to emulate the spirit of togetherness that the Lao people have embraced for generations. It's not just about the food on the plate; it's about the communal experience of sharing a meal. By breaking away from the individualized approach often seen in Western dining culture, SapSap fosters an atmosphere where friends, families, and strangers alike come together to savor the vibrant flavors of Lao-inspired cuisine. From the moment you step through the doors of SapSap Eats, you're transported into a world where aromas dance in harmony and colorful dishes invite you to embark on a culinary adventure. The menu is a testament to Alex's dedication to preserving his family's traditions and many others in his community. In this podcast, we celebrate Alex's unwavering commitment to preserving his family's cherished traditions. With every bite, he pays homage to the rich culinary heritage that has been passed down through generations and makes sure our stories are not forgotten. Also check out Alex's feature by the Greater Racine County Channel here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vxls2ApfgyU This episode was narrated by Gabriel Bradley

Dhammagiri Buddhist Podcasts
LUANG POR LIEM: Taking Goodness as Our Basis | Trsl: Alex Oliver | Dhamma Talk at Dhammagiri | Buddhism

Dhammagiri Buddhist Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 22, 2023 56:51


English translation first. Full Talk in Original Thai from 18 min 00 sec. Luang Por Liem is the successor of Ajahn Chah as the abbot of Wat Nong Pah Pong, Ubon, Thailand. He is the leading senior monk of the whole international lineage of Ajahn Chah, and one of the most revered meditation masters of the Thai Forest Tradtion. This talk was recorded at the public Dhamma sharing session with Luang Por after almsoffering and shared meal at Dhammagiri Forest Hermitage. Luang Por provides us with a comprehensive teaching including many aspects of Dhamma, ranging form skilfull adaptation to new or challenging conditions in various countries, to his encouragement to make merit, protect our virtue, develop metta, contemplate the nature of our bodies, observe and recognize things as they are to correct deceptive views, and develop sati-paññā (mindfulness and wisdom) to fully cleanse our heart from all defilements, that we can reach our full potential as human beings, both for our own benefit and for the benefit of larger society. Luang Por ends his Dhamma teaching with a short blessing, with the other six monks present all joining in. An excellent translation was provided by Alex Oliver, who had been ordained as a bhikkhu for more than 10 years, serving for many years as the attendent monk ('upatag') and interpretor for Luang Por. He kindly came specially for this occasion, to help looking after Luang Por and providing very fluent and accurate ad-hoc translations. It is not easy to serve as interpretor for Luang Por Liem, as he usually speaks for a long time without interruption, in this talk actually for about 45 minutes. The interpretor has to take notes while Luang Por is speaking, and then translate the entire talk from his memory supported by the notes he has taken. As our podcast is aimed at English speaking audience, we have put the English translation first. There's just a few words in Thai at the beginning, to give everyone a feel for the original and Luang Por's voice and speaking style. However, for our Thai speaking followers, we have included the whole Thai original as well, starting from 18 min 00 sec. More about Dhammagiri Forest Hermitage: https://www.dhammagiri.net/news Our Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@dhammatalksatdhammagiri8724 Our email Newsletter: https://tinyletter.com/dhammagiri/archive Our Podcasts on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0SHWfWEGkO8OAtSWNJlqyD Our Podcasts on Apple/itunes: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dhammagiri-buddhist-podcasts/id1534539834 .

Dhammagiri Buddhist Podcasts
LUANG POR LIEM: The Lightness of Letting Go | Trsl: Alex Oliver | Dhamma Talk at Dhammagiri Forest Hermitage

Dhammagiri Buddhist Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 16, 2023 64:48


English translation first. Full Talk in Original Thai from 22 min 17 sec. Luang Por Liem is the successor of Ajahn Chah as the abbot of Wat Nong Pah Pong, Ubon, Thailand. He is the leading senior monk of the whole international lineage of Ajahn Chah, and one of the most revered meditation masters of the whole Thai Forest Tradtion. Luang Por encourages us to move away from all that's evil and unwholesome, to clearly understand the disappointing nature of sensuality, and to mindfully observe liking and disliking arising and passing away, so that we can detach and let go of all that burdens our heart. This talk was recorded at the public evening session with Luang Por at Dhammagiri Forest Hermitage. An excellent translation was provided by Alex Oliver, who had been ordained as a bhikkhu for more than 10 years, serving for many years as the attendent monk ('upatag') and interpretor for Luang Por. He kindly came specially for this occasion, to help looking after Luang Por and providing very fluent and accurate ad-hoc translations. It is not easy to serve as interpretor for Luang Por Liem, as he usually speaks for a long time without interruption, in this talk actually for about 45 minutes. The interpretor has to take notes while Luang Por is speaking, and then translate the entire talk from his memory supported by the notes he has taken. As our podcast is aimed at English speaking audience, we have put the English translation first. There's just a few words in Thai at the beginning, to give everyone a feel for the original and Luang Por's voice and speaking style. However, for our Thai speaking followers, we have include the whole Thai original as well, starting from 22 min 17 sec. More about Dhammagiri Forest Hermitage: https://www.dhammagiri.net/news Our Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@dhammatalksatdhammagiri8724 Our email Newsletter: https://tinyletter.com/dhammagiri/archive Our Podcasts on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0SHWfWEGkO8OAtSWNJlqyD Our Podcasts on Apple/itunes: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dhammagiri-buddhist-podcasts/id1534539834 .

Dhammagiri Buddhist Podcasts
Paritta Chanting New Uposatha Hall Wat Pah Nanachat | Maha Sangha 100 Monks | Ajahn Dhammasiha | New Sima Bot

Dhammagiri Buddhist Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 29, 2022 19:38


Auspicious recitation of Paritta ('Protective Verses & Blessings') at the inauguration of the new Uposatha Hall and Sima ('monastic boundary') at Wat Pah Nanachat, the international Forest Monastery established by Ajahn Chah in Ubon, Thailand. The event was attended by Ajahn Dhammasiha and more than 100 monks in the tradition of Ajahn Chah. Many of the most senior Western disciples were present, including abbots of many monasteries worldwide: Ajahn Kevali - Abbot of Wat Pah Nanachat (hosting the event) Luang Por Pasanno (leading the chanting) - Retired abbot of Abhayagiri, California Luang Por Tiradhammo - Retired abbot of Dhammapala, Switzerland; and Bodhinyanarama, New Zealand Ajahn Amaro - Abbot of Amaravati, England Ajahn Nyanadhammo - Abbot of Ratanawan, Thailand Ajahn Jayasaro - Abbot of Marajina Hermitage, Thailand Ajahn Vajiro - Abbot of Sumedharama, Portugal Ajahn Jutindharo - Abbot of Hartridge Monastery, England Ajahn Khemasiri - Retred abbot of Dhammapala, Switzerland Ajahn Jayanto - Abbot of Jetavana, USA, New Hampshire Ajahn Kusalo - Abbot of Bodhinyanarama, New Zealand Ajahn Dhammasiha - Abbot of Dhammagiri, Australia, Brisbane Ajahn Sukhito - Abbot of Pu Jom Gom, Thailand Ajahn Ahimsako - Abbot of Cittaviveka, England Ajahn Mudito - Abbot of Suddhavari, Brazil (... many more, and many Thai abbots...) May the numerous senior Ajahns chanting in this recording send you off into a fortunate, successful New Year

Dhammagiri Buddhist Podcasts
Paritta - Auspicious Protective Chants | Buddhist Pali Chanting | Dhammagiri | Ajahn Kalyano, Ajahn Saeng, Ajahn Dhammasiha & Sangha

Dhammagiri Buddhist Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 24, 2022 30:01


At our Robe Offering Ceremony at Dhammagiri, Ajahn Saeng leads our Sangha of eight monks in the recitation of Paritta. Paritta are teachings of the Buddha with particular auspicious or protective content, which are chanted by the Buddhist monks at special occasions. The 8 monks chanting are, in order of seniority: Luang Por Kalyano, abbot of Buddha Bodhivana Monastery, Warburton near Melbourne Ajahn Saeng, Bodhisaddha Monastery, Wilton near Sydney Ajahn Dhammasiha, abbot of Dhammagiri Forest Hermitage, Brisbane Ajahn Dta Candavaṃso, Wat Nong Pah Pong, Ubon, Thailand / Buddha Bodhivana Monastery Ajahn Varadhammo, abbot of Bodhisaddha Monastery, Wilton near Sydney Ajahn Khantiko, Wat Doi Mongkonsathan Hermitage, Chiang Mai Ajahn Moneyyo, Dhammagiri Forest Hermitage Tan Niddaro, Dhammagiri Forest Hermitage / Amaravati Buddhist Monastery Sequence of Chants Minutes:Seconds of recording, and page numbers of Amaravati Chanting Book, Volume 2: 00:01 Requesting Paritta Chanting (Dr Mallik) p125 (this is the only one in Volume 1) 00:31 Invitation to Devas, Spirits, Angels, Ajahn Varadhammo, p32 00:55 'Namo tassa...' (Homage to the Buddha) p33 02:39 Going for Refuge p33 03:37 'Yo cakkhumā...' p34 06:16 'Namo arahato...' p35 07:32 Mangala Sutta (Highest Blessings) p38 10:49 Mora Paritta (Protetion of the Peacock) p45 12:50 Ratana Sutta (The Jewels - Shortened Version) p36 15:58 Mettā Sutta (Discourse on Loving Kindness - End Only) p41 16:58 Khandha Paritta (Snake Protection - 2nd Half Only) p43 17:43 Āṭānāṭiya Paritta, 'Vipassissa nam'atthu...' (Demon Protection - Introductory Verses Only) p47 19:26 Abhaya Paritta 'Yan-dunnimittaṃ...' (Fear/Anxiety Protection) p46 20:32 Qualities of Buddha, Dhamma, Sangha 'Iti pi so Bhagavā...' p44 22:19 Jaya Mangala, 'Bahuṃ sahassam...' (Verses of Victory) p50 26:11 Devatā Uyyojana, 'Dukkhappattā...' (Sharing with Devas/Angels)p51 27:17 Jaya Paritta, 'Mahā Kāruṇiko...' (Victory Protection) p52 28:55 'Bhavatu sabba-mangalaṃ...', Concluding Blessing p53 You can view or download the Amaravati Chanting Books Volume 2 and Volume 1 for free here: Volume 2: https://cdn.amaravati.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/30/Chanting-Book-Vol-2-Web.pdf Volume 1: https://cdn.amaravati.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/30/Chanting-Book-Vol-1-Web.pdf More about Dhammagiri Forest Hermitage: https://www.dhammagiri.net Our Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCJINt0JJBfFm_x0FZcU9QJw Our email Newsletter: https://tinyletter.com/dhammagiri/archive Our Podcasts on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0SHWfWEGkO8OAtSWNJlqyD .

Ready For Takeoff - Turn Your Aviation Passion Into A Career

I turned off my Big Ben alarm clock at 0230, the usual wake-up time for our Linebacker mission. When the scheduling board simply indicated “Special”, we knew it would be a 0400 mass briefing at Wing Headquarters for a bombing mission over North Vietnam. We wouldn't know our target until the mission briefing. The schedule was normally posted at the end of each day's flying, and the previous day I had seen my name listed for the number four position in Jazz Flight for today's Special. My Weapon Systems Officer would be Bill Woodworth. F-4 pilots quickly become creatures of habit mixed with ritual, and I walked the short distance to the Ubon Officer's Club to have my standard breakfast: cheese omelet, toast with butter, and coffee. I had successfully flown thirty-one Counters – missions over North Vietnam – and I wasn't about to change anything without a pretty compelling reason. A few weeks earlier, the Thai waitress had misunderstood me when I had ordered, and brought me a plain Omelet. I politely ate it, and the mission on that day was the closest I had come – up until then – to getting shot down. After breakfast, I walked to the 8th Tactical Fighter Wing Headquarters building, and performed my usual routine of stopping by the Intel desk and checking the Shoot-down Board. The Shoot-down Board was a large Plexiglas-covered board that listed the most recent friendly aircraft losses, written in grease pencil. We could tell, at a glance, if any aircraft had been shot down the previous night, the call sign, aircraft type, and survivor status. There were no friendly aircraft losses over North Vietnam to enemy action in the previous day. That was not surprising. The Special for the previous day had been canceled when the strike leader, my Squadron Commander, Lieutenant Colonel Brad Sharp, crashed on takeoff when his left tire exploded at 160 knots. He aborted, taking the departure end barrier, and his aircraft caught fire when pieces of the shredded tire pierced his left wing fuel tank. Brad's emergency egress was delayed when he got hung up by his leg restraint lines. As he sat in his seat, seeing the canopy melting around him, his WSO, Mike Pomphrey, ran back to the burning aircraft and pulled him out, saving his life. As Mike dragged him to a drainage ditch 100 yards away to hunker down, the ejection seats, missiles and, eventually, bombs cooked off. Ubon's only runway was out of commission, and the entire Linebacker mission, for all bases, was canceled. Overnight, the runway at Ubon was repaired, and our mission was on for this day. The mission briefing was in a large auditorium. The Wing Commander led the Mission Briefing, followed by an Intel Briefing and Weather Briefing. Slides were projected onto the screen to show the targets on a map of North Vietnam, then reconnaissance photos of the individual targets for the strike flights. Jazz Flight's target was POL (Petroleum, Oil, Lubricants) storage near Kep Airfield, north of Hanoi. During the briefing, we all received our mission line-up cards, showing our Estimated Times Enroute (ETE), fuel computations, strike frequencies, and flight de-confliction information. A mass strike over Route Package Six, the area of North Vietnam covering Hanoi, Haiphong and points north, required a massive orchestration effort. The run-in directions, Time Over Target (TOT), and egress plan for each of the sixteen four-ship strike flights, plus all of the same information for support flights, such as MiG-Cap, were designated to exacting specifications. After the mass briefing, we assembled in our respective squadrons for our individual flight briefings. When I walked into the 25th Tactical Fighter Squadron, my first order of business was to check the Flight Crew Information File Book. The FCIF was a book that had last-minute changes to procedures and other instructions for aircrews. After reading the latest entries in the book, each crewmember would initial his FCIF card and turn the card over in the vertical card file so that the green side of the card was facing out, instead of the red side. That way, the Ops Officer could instantly see if all the crews were flying with the most current information. The briefing for Jazz Flight lasted about 45 minutes. Our Flight Lead briefed engine start and check-in times, flight join-up, frequencies, tactics, and our munitions load. Today we would each carry two 2,000-pound Mark-84L laser-guided bombs. After the briefing we waited our turns for the most important part of the preflight. The building that housed our squadron had not been designed for a mass launch of 32 crewmembers all needing to use the latrine at the same time. It was a three-holer, and everyone always badly needed to use the facility before a mission up north. It was a major bottle-neck to our individual plans. After that essential stop we went by the Life Support section to leave our personal items, such as wedding rings, wallets and anything else we wouldn't need for the flight, in our lockers. The only thing I would carry in my pocket was my ID Card and my Geneva Convention Card. And, of course, I had my dog tags around my neck. Then we would pick up our G-suits, helmets, survival vests and parachute harnesses and board the “bread truck” for transportation to the flight line, with a quick stop at the armory to retrieve our .38 caliber Smith & Wesson revolvers. Our Thai driver always had a cooler stocked with plastic flasks of cold water, and we would grab several and put them in leg pockets of our G-suits. I also grabbed several piddle packs. The F-4 did not have a relief tube, so we carried piddle packs. The piddle pack was a small plastic bag with a 2 inch by 6 inch sponge inside and a spout at one end. When you used this portable urinal, the entire assembly would expand to about the size of a football. This flight was scheduled to be a bit longer than the standard mission, so I grabbed three piddle packs. There were two ways to get to Pack Six from Ubon: right turns and left turns. With right turns, the missions are about 45 minutes shorter. Head north over Laos, refuel on Green Anchor, make a right turn at Thud Ridge and proceed to the target. Left turns takes us to the east coast of Vietnam, and proceed north “feet wet”, then make a left turns toward Vinh to strike our targets. Today we would make left turns. We launched off at dawn and headed into the rising sun. Our route of flight took us east across Laos to DaNang, then north to the Gulf of Tonkin, then northwest to our target in the area of Kep. Our refueling would be along Purple Anchor as we headed north for pre-strike and south for post-strike. One of my rituals during every refueling, in between hook-ups, was to break out one of the water flasks, finish off an entire pack of Tums, and fill one of the piddle packs. Using the piddle pack in the seat of the Phantom was easier said than done. It required a bit of maneuvering.  I handed the jet over to Bill, my WSO, as I loosened my lap belt, loosened the leg straps on my parachute harness, and unzipped my flight suit from the bottom. Then I did my best to fill the piddle pack without any spillage. Our route was already taking us feet wet, and I wasn't looking forward to becoming feet wet in any other respect. Bill flew smoothly, and I finished my business with no problem, and took control of the airplane again for our refueling top-offs. We conducted our aerial ballet in total radio silence as our four airplanes cycled on and off the refueling boom, flying at almost 400 knots, as we approached the refueling drop-off point. When we finished refueling, we switched to strike frequency and headed north-northwest to the target area. Typical for a Linebacker mission, strike frequency was pretty busy. There were “Bandit” calls from Disco, the Airborne Early Warning bird, an EC-121 orbiting over the Gulf of Tonkin. And SAM breaks. And, of course, the ever-present triple-A (Anti-Aircraft Artillery)that produced fields of instant-blooming dandelions at our altitude. We pressed on. In the entire history of the Air Force, and the Army Air Corps before it, no strike aircraft has ever aborted its mission due to enemy reaction, and we were not about to set a precedent. Weather in the target area was severe clear, and Flight Lead identified the target with no problem. We closed in to “fingertip” formation, with three feet of separation between wingtips.  “Jazz Flight, arm ‘em up.” We made a left orbit to make our run-in on the designated attack heading. Then a left roll-in with 135 degrees of bank. My element lead, Jazz Three, was on Lead's right wing, and I was on the far right position in the formation. Our roll-in and roll-out was in close fingertip position, which put me at negative G-loading during the roll-out. During negative-G formation flying, the flight controls work differently. I was on the right wing and a little too close to Element Lead, so I needed to put the stick to the left to increase spacing. Totally unnatural. At the same time, I was hanging against my lap belt, which I had forgotten to tighten when I had finished my piddle-pack filling procedure. My head hit the canopy, as dust and other detritus from the cockpit floated up into my eyes. But I maintained my position. We rolled out on the correct run-in heading, and reached our delivery parameters right on profile. Five hundred knots at 20,000 feet. Lead called our release.  “Jazz Flight, ready, ready, pickle!” We all pushed our Bomb Release “pickle” buttons on our stick grips at the same time, and eight 2000-pound bombs guided together to the target that was being illuminated by the laser designator in the Lead's Pave Knife pod, guidance performed by his WSO.  Immediately after release, we performed the normal 4-G pullout. And I was instantly in excruciating pain. I screamed out in pain on our “hot mike” interphone.  “Are you okay?”  Bill called.  “I think I've been shot in the balls!” I screamed. Then, I realized what had happened. I had carelessly neglected to tighten my lap belt and parachute harness leg straps after relieving myself during the refueling. My body had shifted, and my testicles had gotten trapped between the harness and my body. With a 4-G pull, my 150-pound body was exerting 600 pounds of pressure on the family jewels. As soon as I knew what the problem was, I unloaded the aircraft to zero Gs, to try to readjust myself. But I was still headed downhill, and Mother Hanoi was rushing up to me at 500 knots. And I was getting further out of position in my formation. So I gritted my teeth and pulled.  When we got onto the post-strike tanker, I adjusted myself, but the damage had been done. I was in agony all the way back to Ubon. As soon as I landed, I went to see the Flight Surgeon and told him what had happened. He told me to drop my shorts and show him my injury. “Wow! I'd heard you guys had big ones, but these are even larger than I expected.”  I looked down, and saw that my testicles were swollen to the size of large oranges. The Flight Surgeon put me on total bed-rest orders, telling me I could only get out of bed to use the bathroom until the swelling subsided. While I was flat on my back, waiting for the pain to subside, I couldn't get that stupid old joke out of my head, the one where the kid goes into a malt shop and asks for a sundae with nuts, and the clerk asks, “Do you want your nuts crushed?” And the kid has a wise-crack answer. All of a sudden, it didn't seem so funny. After about five days I was feeling much better.  The Flight Surgeon had offered to submit my injury for a Purple Heart, but I declined. For starters, my injury was not due to enemy action, it was due to my carelessness. And I wasn't too keen on standing in front of the entire squadron at my next assignment while the Admin Officer read the citation to accompany the award of the Purple Heart. “On that day, Captain Nolly managed to crush…”. No thanks! A few months later, the Flight Surgeon showed up at our squadron.  “You're famous, and made me a famous author,” he beamed, as he held up the current issue of Aerospace Medicine magazine. In the article, he recounted how a 27-year-old pilot had experienced a strangulation injury to his testes that came very close to requiring amputation. Castration!  “There was no use in telling you and making you worry, when there was nothing we could do for you other than bed rest, and wait to see if you healed,” he commented. Well, it's been 41 years now, and I'm at an age where I don't embarrass as easily. More important, I sired three healthy children several years later, so the equipment works just fine, thank you.  Lots of guys have great “There I was” stories of their time in Vietnam. I racked up 100 missions over the north, and had some exciting missions.  This mission was not the most exciting, but was certainly the most memorable.

Pariyatti
A Lifetime Doing Nothing (Story 20 excerpt)

Pariyatti

Play Episode Listen Later May 13, 2022


Story 20 from 'A Lifetime Doing Nothing' by Ian McCrorie. A few years after living as a monk in West Virginia, I stayed a while at Wat Pah Nanachat near the Mekong River in Ubon in Thailand. This was the real deal. A forest monastery with dhuthanga monks who adopted thirteen additional vows, including taking only one meal a day and practicing... narrated by Ian McCrorie 2022 5 minutes 34 seconds Listen to Streaming Audio Your browser does not support the audio element. Download Audio (3.1MB) Audio copyright, 2022 Pariyatti 'A Lifetime Doing Nothing' as a book and eBook can be found at https://store.pariyatti.org/a-lifetime-doing-nothing. More by Ian McCrorie. View more books and audio resources available in the Pariyatti bookstore.

The Make Money Your Honey Podcast
Sarah Walton Talks About Stepping Into Your Power as a Woman

The Make Money Your Honey Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 1, 2022 60:18


Today I'm here with a new friend, Sarah Walton. I already like her because we both showed up in Ubon and cozy sweaters. Yeah! That's the best way to go.   Landing Her Corporate Job in New York City   Sarah became a corporate CEO in later years and had the gorgeous glass corner office. Her staff adored her, and her boss had complete confidence in her, but she was miserable. Although her family life was OK, her career wasn't fulfilling her. "I was terrified about what my boss was going to say. I was terrified of what was gonna happen to my staff. At this moment I knew I had to break this cycle." Similar to the turning point she had in the grocery store, Sarah looked at the two paths in front of her and made a choice.    Starting Her Path to Entrepreneurship   As she started to create her own business coaching people, it quickly became transparent that many women needed her service. "There is not enough money for them to be happy and to be able to provide for their family."   Meet Sarah Walton   Starting out her career in Los Angeles, Sarah graduated from UCLA. She moved to New York City and ended up working for Lifetime Television's New Media department. From there, she worked hand-in-hand with Marianne Williamson on her community site and digital offering, The Miracle Matrix. Next, she went to iVillage, and then IAC where she managed a P&L worth hundreds of millions of dollars and a gorgeous team of people. Then she decided to become an entrepreneur.    Sarah started the online magazine Better Way Moms and spoke about the importance of life and self-balance. She then launched her first book, Redefining Success, and started traveling with her Redefining Success Event. Today, Sara speaks for corporations, conferences, small business events, and women's groups worldwide.   Listen in to discover this episode's stories and takeaways, including:   Stepping into your power as a woman Find out if you're a high-functioning, co-dependent woman Healing your inner conversation about money Why you shouldn't give away your time for free Selling doesn't have to be hard Setting your goals and hitting your targets in life For more information, visit the show notes at https://amandaabella.com/sarah-walton-talks-about-stepping-into-your-power-as-a-woman

Jagran HiTech: Your weekly Tech and Auto News podcast Podcast
Jagran-Hi-Tech: WhatsApp ने भारत में लॉन्च किए दो सेफ्टी फीचर

Jagran HiTech: Your weekly Tech and Auto News podcast Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 23, 2021 6:54


1 WhatsApp ने भारत में लॉन्च किए दो सेफ्टी फीचर 2 10 दिन की बैटरी लाइफ और SpO2 सेंसर के साथ भारत में लॉन्च हुई Noise की शानदार स्मार्टवॉच 3 Google एंड्राइड डिवाइस में मिलेगा iPhone वाला फीचर 4 Airtel रिचार्ज हुए महंगे, 26 नवंबर से लागू होंगी नई दरें 5 699 रुपये में लॉन्च हुआ UBON का मैजिक चार्जर 6. NASA के नए सिस्‍टम की लॉन्‍चिंग 4 दिसंबर को, ‘लेजर' की स्‍पीड से अंतरिक्ष से आएगा डेटा 7. Truecaller पर बदल गया Call Recording का फीचर See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Ready For Takeoff - Turn Your Aviation Passion Into A Career

This is a special Labor Day and Rosh Hashanah gift for our listeners. This is a fictional account, taken from Hamfist Down!, the sequel to Hamfist Over the Trail. Available soon as an audiobook. Strong language! December 21, 1969 I was scheduled for my Champagne Flight – my final mission – in the morning. Things had been uncharacteristically quiet on the trail for several days, and I wanted to get some target photos for Intel to find out what was going on. Also, I wanted some photos of the AO as a memento of my Vietnam tour. The O-2 actually had the provision for a belly-mounted KB-18 aerial camera, but we didn't have any KB-18s at DaNang. So, if we wanted to take photos, we relied on hand-held cameras. There were a bunch of beat up old Nikon Fs at the squadron, but they were really heavy and difficult to use with one hand. It was really tough to fly and take pictures at the same time. Then, about two weeks earlier, we got new cameras, Pentax Spotmatics with motor drives. Each camera had a pistol-grip mount with a trigger to activate the shutter, and the focus was set at “infinity”, so there would be no problem with single-hand operation. I was really looking forward to giving them a try. I signed one out on a hand receipt and carried it to the plane. Task Force Alpha had provided Igloo White information from the seismic sensors that indicated a lot of truck activity along highway 165, near Chavane. I headed directly to the Chavane area to see if I could find anything. Chavane was an old abandoned grass airfield. Reflectors still lined the edges of the runway, and it almost looked like it could support aircraft operations at any moment. I'd heard that it was an old Japanese airfield from World War II. There was a dead truck parked out in the open, off to the south side of the east end of the runway. About a year ago, it had been used as a flak trap for unsuspecting FACs, but the word had been out for a long time and nobody paid any attention to it any more. There were no longer active guns, that we knew of, in the area. I followed highway 165 away from the airfield, and kept my camera on the seat next to me, ready to use if I found anything of interest. I put the highway on the left side of the airplane, and made gentle turns right and left. It was during the left turns that I would be able to see gomer activity, if there was any. The gomers thought we always looked ahead of the airplane, and they would frequently conduct their movements after we passed, thinking we couldn't see them once they were behind the wing.  Sure enough, back at my seven o'clock, I saw a truck cross the road, from the cover of the jungle on one side of the road to the cover of the jungle on the other side. I kept my eyes on the exact location and began a steeper turn back toward that area.  I picked out a distinctive landmark, a small bend in the road, and then looked further away to see if there were any other landmarks that could point my eyes back to the target. I used the runway at Chavane for a yardstick. The target was exactly one runway length north of the east end of the runway. The bend in the road sort of pointed to the target. Okay, now I could leave the immediate target area and find my way back. I flew off to the east and set up an orbit over an area a few klicks away, to make the gomers think I was interested in something else. I turned on the gyro-stabilized binoculars, locked onto the target area, and zoomed in to the highest setting. Sure enough, I saw some vehicle tracks in the dirt alongside the road that indicated truck activity. I was pretty sure there was a truck park there, I just couldn't determine which side of the road it was on. I flew back to the target area and made a wide sweeping circle, taking pictures from every angle. If I couldn't get any air assets, I would at least have photos to give to Intel. I switched my transmitter over to VHF and called Hillsboro. “Hillsboro, Covey 218, vicinity Delta 33. I have a truck park and need air.” “Roger, Covey 218, we're sending Sharkbait 41 to you, flight of two fox fours, CBU-24s and mark-82s. ETA 10 minutes. Strike frequency Echo.” “Roger, thank you.” I looked forward to working with Sharkbait Flight. Sharkbait was the callsign of the F-4s from Cam Ranh Air Base. When I was at the Cam Ranh hospital, I went by the F-4 squadron a few times, just to visit with the jocks. I got to know a few of them, and they showed me around one of the airplanes in the maintenance hangar. Sitting in the cockpit convinced me that I really ought to request an F-4 for my follow-on assignment. That really worked out well! I switched my UHF to strike frequency Echo and waited. After a few minutes, the F-4s arrived at the rendezvous. “Sharkbait, check.” “Two.” “Hello, Covey 218, Sharkbait 41, flight of two fox fours at the rendezvous point. Mark-82s and CBU-24s. Angels twenty-two. Twenty minutes playtime.” “Roger Sharkbait. Look due south, at angels seven. I'm giving you a wing flash now.” I rocked my wings several times and performed a quick aileron roll. The O-2 wasn't really an acrobatic aircraft, but an aileron roll wasn't all that much different than the maneuver we needed to perform a rocket pass. And I wanted to get my rocks off one last time. “We have you in sight, Covey.” “Roger, the target area is off my left wing. Truck park. Negative reaction so far. I'm in for the mark.” I rolled into a 120-degree bank to the left and pulled the nose of my aircraft through into a 30-degree dive. When the pipper in my gun sight tracked up to the target, I fired off a willie pete. I pulled off hard to the right, then banked left to see where my mark hit. It was a perfect mark, right on the road adjacent to my target. “Sharkbait has your mark in sight.” “Okay, Sharkbait, the target is a truck park on both sides of the road, alongside my mark. I want you to run in with mark-82s from north to south, with a break to the west. Lead, put your bombs in the trees next to my mark. Either side of the road. Two, I want you to take the other side of the road. I'll be holding off to the east.” “Sharkbait lead is in.” Sharkbait lead put his bombs exactly where I wanted, and we immediately got huge secondary explosions. As lead pulled off target, there was heavy fire at his aircraft from a ZSU 23-4, located about a klick to the west of the target. I transmitted, “Number two, hold high and dry. I want to put you in on that gun. Do you have the location, or do you want me to mark?” Before number two could answer, lead came back on the radio. “Sharkbait lead's been hit.” I immediately got on the radio again, “Lead, head south, I repeat, head south. Number two, hold high and dry.” Sharkbait two acknowledged. “Roger.” Sharkbait lead had apparently heard me, he was heading south. I could see flames trailing from lead's aircraft, and they were moving forward, gradually engulfing the entire aircraft. I was fairly sure lead knew he was on fire, but I didn't want to take any chances. “Sharkbait lead, you're on fire!” Now burning pieces were separating from lead's aircraft. Lead came on the radio one last time. “Sharkbait lead bailing out.” Sharkbait lead's aircraft was in a slight bank to the right, at about 5000 feet. The rear canopy separated, followed immediately by the ejection of the rear seat pilot. About a half-second later, the front canopy separated and the front seat pilot ejected.  I was able to keep both ejection seats in sight, and watched in horror as the back seat pilot separated from his seat, his parachute automatically deployed, and the parachute didn't open – it was a streamer. He plummeted down into the jungle. There was no beeper. I looked at the front pilot's seat and watched him separate. As his chute opened, I heard his high-to-low-sweep beeper on Guard. The front-seater had a good chute. I set up an orbit to the east and watched him descend, as I selected VHF and called Hillsboro. “Mayday, mayday, mayday. Hillsboro, this is Covey 218, we have Sharkbait lead down in the area of Delta 33. Need immediate SAR.” “Roger, Covey 218, we are notifying King.” I switched back to UHF. “Sharkbait two, say playtime remaining.” “I can give you 30 minutes, then I need to RTB. Listen, Covey, we need to get a SAR for lead.” “I'm working on it.” “I mean,” he responded, “we really need to get lead picked up.” “Roger, hold high and dry off to the east, over me. Climb to your best endurance altitude and let me know your angels when you get there. Left hand orbit. We're going to need to use you to go after that gun when SAR gets here.” “Roger.” I watched the front-seat pilot descend to the ground. He landed in an open meadow. At least he wasn't hung up in the trees. I saw him release from his parachute harness and head south to find cover. Right after he disappeared into the tree line, the beeper went silent and he came up on Guard, using his survival radio. “This is Sharkbait 41 Alpha. I'm on the move heading south. Unhurt.” I saw about twenty gomers entering the meadow from the north. I went to Guard frequency. “Sharkbait 41 Alpha, Covey 218, you need to keep moving. There are gomers north of you heading to where you came down.” “Roger.” Back to strike frequency Echo. “Sharkbait 42, Covey 218. I need to put you in with your CBU on the meadow. I'm in for the mark.” “Roger.” I rolled in and put a willie pete dead center in the meadow. The gomers had flooded in and were now everywhere. “Hit my mark. Cleared in hot with one CBU from any direction. I'll be off to the east.” “Two's in.” I watched Sharkbait 42 release his CBU, saw the spark that indicated the canister opened, then saw the donut-shaped sparkling pattern, right on target. I put the gyro-stabilized binoculars on the target area and saw a bunch of dead bodies. But I saw some gomers still moving through the meadow, headed south. And more were entering the meadow. “Okay two, I need you to keep making passes on that target until you're winchester CBU.” “Two's in.” Sharkbait 42 made three more passes on the meadow, all right on target. There were a bunch of dead gomers. But there were still more coming in from the north. Just then the ZSU 23-4 opened up again, this time targeting me. I jinked out of the way without too much trouble. I was getting good at dodge ball. If I had to, I'd put Sharkbait 42 in on the gun now, but I wanted to reserve his mark-82s for the SAR. I went over to VHF. “Hillsboro, Covey 218, what's the status of the SAR?” “Covey 218, Jolly 22 is departing NKP now with Spad 11 Flight. ETA 30 minutes.” “Roger, I need more air for the cap right now. I don't care what ordnance. I want them ASAP.” “We're scrambling Dingus Flight from Ubon. They should be there in fifteen to twenty minutes.” Shit. It looked like the gomers would be on top of Alpha before my air arrived. Over to Guard. “Four-one Alpha, say your position.” “I'm still moving south. I hear automatic weapons fire coming from where I landed. I'm at the edge of a tree line now, alongside what looks like an old grass strip.” “Okay Alpha, Covey 218. Cross the strip and hide in the tree line on the other side, the south side.” “Roger.” Strike Frequency Echo. “Sharkbait 42, I need to put your mark-82s on the tree line, north side of the midfield of that grass strip. Do you have the strip in sight?” “Affirmative.” “Okay, hold high and dry until I call you in. Be ready to roll in on short notice.” “Roger.” I checked out the tree line on the north side of the runway. No gomers yet. I kept checking, and after a few minutes the gomers appeared. I could see flashes. They were firing at Alpha. “Sharkbait 42 roll in now, parallel to the runway, in the tree line, midfield, north side. North side only.” “Two's in.” His bombs were right on target. He held for a few more minutes, then made another run. And another. “Sharkbait two is winchester.” “Any chance you have twenty mike-mike?” I was hoping he had a cannon, but I already knew what the answer would be. “Negative. Sharkbait 42 is bingo.” “Roger, Sharkbait, cleared RTB. I'll pass BDA over the landline.” Back to VHF. “Hillsboro, I need those fighters and SAR, NOW” There was a short pause. My guess was that Hillsboro was contacting Jolly and Dingus. “Ten more minutes.” Fuck! We didn't have ten minutes. The gomers were everywhere in the north tree line, muzzle flashes everywhere. I still had 12 willie petes left. Time to become an attack aircraft. I rolled in on a rocket pass down the runway, angling in slightly toward the north. I fired off one willie pete at a time, and made 12 passes.  I was now a war criminal. The Geneva Convention prohibited the use of white phosphorous weapons. The willie pete rocket explodes with the lethal radius of a hand grenade, and the phosphorous sticks to the skin and burns at a temperature of five thousand degrees. It's terrible. It's illegal. So is skinning a helpless captive. Or shooting at someone descending in a parachute. Or setting up a flak trap. Or shooting rockets at helpless South Vietnamese civilians.  And besides, we were fighting a fucking war in Laos, where our government didn't even acknowledge our presence. Every fucking mission got logged as “South Vietnam”. We weren't even there, so the Geneva Convention wouldn't apply. And if it did, I didn't give a fuck. I wasn't going to let those bastards get Alpha. I was out of willie petes, and SAR was still eight or nine minutes away. Over to Guard. “How are you doing, Alpha?” “The gomers have me pinned down on the south side of the runway. They're shooting at me from across the runway and also from somewhere south of me.” I had to do something. I climbed to 5000 feet and feathered my rear prop. Then I released my lap belt and moved to the passenger seat, opened the passenger door, and pulled the red door release handle. With the rear prop feathered, I didn't need to worry about the door hitting the rear prop as I jettisoned it. As soon as the door was gone, I unfeathered the rear prop, and the engine started right up. I opened the karabiner that attached my AR-15 to my survival vest, put the rifle in full auto, and pushed the throttles to the firewall to fly down the runway at max airspeed. I went down to about five feet, screaming down the runway, firing my AR-15 out the open door at the north tree line. I emptied the 20-round clip in about a second. Shit! I should have used short bursts. I pulled up into a chandelle, put another magazine in the AR-15, and made another run,. This time I was shooting out the left window. It was a smaller opening to shoot through, but it would have to do. Ejected shell casings hammered against the instrument panel. The glass on the Vertical Speed Indicator cracked. I didn't care. Over to VHF.  “Status on the SAR.” “Five more minutes.” “We don't have five fucking minutes!” If I didn't get Alpha out of there right now, there would be no use having a SAR. Over to Guard. “Alpha, how high is the grass on the runway?” “Not very high. Maybe eight, ten inches.” “Okay, get ready to go for an airplane ride.” I jettisoned my rocket pods and dove for the ground. I needed to get as low as I could as I approached the runway, so they wouldn't see me coming. I unsynchronized my propellers, so that the engines would make a beat frequency sound, making it more difficult to determine my location by ear. I came in from the west. As I crossed over the end of the strip, I put down the landing gear and pulled the throttles to idle. I touched down a third of the way down the runway, and rapidly slowed to a crawl right at midfield. I suppose the gomers were totally surprised, because there was no ground fire. None. Alpha came running from the tree line and leaped through the open door into the passenger seat while the plane was still moving.  I firewalled the throttles and hoped I still knew how to perform a soft-field takeoff. I got airborne and stayed in ground effect, trying to accelerate. The gomers quickly caught on to what I was doing, and opened up from the tree lines, both left and right, with massive automatic weapons fire. I could hear our aircraft taking a few hits, but it was still flying. I think the gomers hadn't gotten the hang of leading a moving target. They'd probably never gone quail hunting. I handed the AR-15 to Alpha and tried to tell him to kill those bastards. The sound of the engines, the open door, and the ground fire drowned out what I was saying, but he caught on and started shooting out the door. I could see gomers firing back, and some were falling down as he fired. I climbed up to 5000 feet and tried to figure out which way to head. The front engine was starting to run rough, and my fuel gauges showed a huge discrepancy between the left and right tanks. I must have taken a hit in the right wing. I headed toward Lima 44, about 50 miles due west. I still had work to do. I didn't want the SAR forces coming anywhere near that ZSU 23-4. I got on VHF. “Hillsboro, cancel the SAR. Keep the SAR airplanes away from Delta 33. There's an active 23 mike-mike in the area. I have Sharkbait 41 Alpha in my aircraft. We've taken numerous hits, and we're recovering at Lima 44. Send Jolly 22 to Lima 44 for our pickup.” “Roger. We'll pass the info.” The front engine quit about two miles on final approach to Lima 44. Now I would need to pump the gear down, since the hydraulic pump was on the front engine. I feathered the front prop, put down the gear handle, reached down, extended the manual hydraulic pump handle, and started pumping. Then it occurred to me: I had a helper. I made a pumping motion with my right hand. “Here. Pump this,” I said. He probably didn't hear me, but he figured out what to do. The gear came down about a half-mile on final, and we had an uneventful landing. I followed a beat-up follow-me truck, probably the same one as last time, and shut down the airplane. When we got out, Alpha gave me a big hug. He didn't want to release me, and he was shaking. I knew how he felt. I hugged him back, and then we both started crying. “I, I don't know how to thank you. I'm Herb McCall.” “I'm Hamfist Hancock. No problem, Herb. I've been in your situation, and I understand completely.” Just like last time, Jolly 22 landed in the parking spot next to our airplane. I reached into my plane and grabbed the AR-15 and the Pentax, and then we climbed aboard the chopper. I went up to the cockpit and saw Vince. “Hey, Vince, we've got to stop meeting this way! I'm on my Champagne Flight” “You got that right, Hamfist. So am I.” Alpha took off his survival vest and guzzled down the water the PJ handed to him. When his vest was off, I saw the rank insignia on his shoulders. Alpha was a Brigadier General!

FoodyTV
Living In Italian By Fiorella DiCarlo - Big Apple Barbecue - Belly Full of Barbecue

FoodyTV

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 31, 2021 12:39


Big apple BBQ: In this episode of Living in Italian, Fiorella takes us along with her on a tour of the Big Apple Barbecue. In NYC she samples the best BBQ from all over the country with award winning pit masters. The episode features pit masters from all around the US including Ubon's from Yazoo City MS, The Salt Lick Bar-B-Cue Tx, 17th St Barbecue IN, Blackjack Barbecue Sc, Pappy's Smokehouse MO, Big Bob Gibson Bar-B-Cue AL, and Blue Smole New York NY. Fiorella is an Italian born Registered Dietitian who shares her love of cooking and the importance of eating with love. She emphasizes fresh, wholesome, nourishing ingredients based in the Mediterranean diet and the Italian lifestyle. With this is mind, she created the Living in Italian cooking series @FiorellaEatsTV

Ready For Takeoff - Turn Your Aviation Passion Into A Career

Brushy Four On 1 July 1972 I was number 4 in Brushy Flight, attacking a target in Kep, North Vietnam. As we exited the target area, our flight was targeted by a Surface-to-Air Missile (SAM) from our left 7 o'clock position. This SAM was tracking differently than a typical SA-2. The typical SA-2 traveled in a lead-pursuit flight path, not too difficult to defeat if you can see it. this SAM was different. It was traveling in a lag-pursuit flight path, aiming directly at out flight. We separated into two sections of two aircraft, about 1000 feet apart, with each wingman flying in close formation with his lead aircraft. As number 4, I flew in formation on the left wing with Brushy 3, the deputy flight lead. I watched the missile track toward our section in my left rear-view mirror. It was heading directly for me. As it was about to hit me, I flinched to the left and was immediately rocked by the sound of the explosion as it hit Brushy 3. Fortunately, Brushy 3 did not go down. The missile detonated as a proximity burst. His aircraft was leaking fluids, but continued to fly. Because he had lost his utility hydraulic system Brushy 3 could not refuel, so he would have to land at DaNang, South Vietnam, if his fuel supply lasted. I was assigned to escort him to DaNang. Miraculously, his fuel supply lasted, and he landed with an approach-end engagement on runway 17 left while I landed on runway 17 right. After refueling, I led another F-4 in formation back to Ubon. The reason I led the flight, at low altitude, was because the other aircraft could not pressurize. It had taken a small arms round through the rear canopy, right through the back-seater's heart. Walnut Four The Vietnam Veterans Memorial – The Wall – has panels that list the KIA (Killed In Action) casualties in chronological order of their loss. Panel W1, the last panel, encompasses the date July 30, 1972. My name is not on that panel, because my military Brothers, Sid Fulgham, J.D. Allen and the crew of Purple 28, saved my life. I was Number Four in Walnut Flight, four F-4s on a strike deep into enemy territory north of Hanoi. The flight was being led by our new squadron commander, Sid Fugham, on his first mission leading a strike over Hanoi, and J.D. was the deputy flight lead, Walnut Three. Enroute to the target, we faced heavy reactions. SAMs (surface-to-air missiles), AAA (anti-aircraft artillery) and MiG calls (enemy aircraft). As we egressed the target area over the Gulf of Tonkin, Lead called for a fuel check, and that was when we all realized that my fuel was significantly below the other airplanes in the flight. In fact, I wouldn't have enough fuel to make it to the post-strike refueling point. Sid was out of ideas, and that's when J.D. went into action. With Sid's concurrence, J.D. took command of the flight, sent us over to the emergency GUARD frequency, and made contact with the refueling tankers. One of them, Purple 28, volunteered to fly up into enemy territory to meet us. That crew put their airplane, their lives, and their careers on the line to save me. Back in 1972, navigation was not the GPS precision it is today. The INS (inertial navigation system) position on the F-4 could be off by as much as 10 miles for every hour of operation. The only way to roughly determine our position was radial/DME from a TACAN located on a Navy ship, far away. J.D. asked the tanker for his position from the TACAN, then gave the tanker a heading to meet up with us. Picking the tanker up on radar, J.D. told him when to begin his turn to a heading to match ours, and told him to start a descent. In the meantime, he directed me to start a half-nozzle descent. My WSO and I were running through the Preparation For Ejection checklist, and I was periodically reporting my fuel state. The last reading I recall seeing was 0 on the tape and 0030 on the counter. About two minutes fuel. With fuel gauge tolerance, perhaps a bit more, perhaps less. Up until this time I had simply been flying the headings, speeds and altitudes J.D. had assigned. I was pretty much operating on mental autopilot. The next thing I knew, I looked up and saw the refueling boom of the tanker directly above me, flying a "toboggan maneuver". I opened up my refueling door and immediately heard the rush of JP-4 entering my aircraft. And I knew I wouldn't need to step over the side on this mission. I think of J.D. and the tanker crew, and silently thank them, every time I hold my wife, my kids, my grandkids. If they hadn't stepped up to the plate when they did, I'm fairly certain I wouldn't have made it home. When you pull the ejection handle over shark-infested enemy-controlled water, there are a thousand things that can happen to prevent a happy outcome. So on this coming July 30th, I want to once again thank my Brothers, the brave tanker crew, Sid Fulgham, and J.D. Allen. My Last F-4 Flight In 1973 I was assigned to the 44th Tactical Fighter Squadron, at Kadena Air Base, in Okinawa. The squadron was on long-term TDY to CCK Air Base, in Taiwan. I was going through squadron check-out in the F-4C, and had flown a gunnery mission to Ie Shima bombing range in Okinawa.  For several weeks before July 5th I had been feeling unusually tired. I still ran five miles every day, and put in a lot of hours at the squadron on my additional duties as Life Support Officer, as well as filling in for the Admin Officer, who was TDY. But, naturally, as a self-designated Iron Man, I didn't check in with a flight surgeon. On this flight, I was feeling really, really weak. During the pitch-out during our arrival back at the base, I was blacking out from two Gs! After we taxied in to park, I couldn't climb out of the airplane by myself, and an ambulance crew took me to the hospital. Turned out I had Mononucleosis. After I was released from the hospital, I was placed on non-flying duties for several months, and during that time I was reassigned to Wing Headquarters in a desk job. Although I continued to fly after I recovered, it was in the T-39 Sabreliner, not the F-4. So I never had the closure of a "champagne flight" in the F-4.  

Good Things with Rebecca Turner
Good Things with Rebecca Turner 2021-06-04

Good Things with Rebecca Turner

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 4, 2021 53:39


Rebecca talks with Leslie Scott(The BBQ Princess of Ubon's BBQ and Fire Masters Champion) about competing, grilling, and winning these types of competitions.

Stillness Flowing (audiobook)
06 Chapter II: A Life Inspired - New Directions

Stillness Flowing (audiobook)

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 15, 2021 12:34


1918-1954: Part 4 NEW DIRECTIONS In the hot season of 1952, Luang Por made his way to Ubon once more. He had been away for two years and his arrival in Bahn Kor caused a stir in the small village. In the evenings, he gave Dhamma talks of a power and persuasion that had never been heard before. This was a fresh, vital Buddhism, relevant to the villagers' daily lives, expressed in language they could all understand. And yet it would be going too far to suggest his visit provoked revolutionary changes in the community's spiritual life. The number of people that did not go to listen to him was probably larger than that of those that did. Indeed, some members of his own family were completely indifferent and remained so for many years afterwards. Everywhere in the world, it seems, old perceptions die hard. A common response, and one against which Luang Por would, in the future, wage a long struggle, was that what he said was true but beyond the capacity of ordinary people to live by. Be that as it may, Luang Por had already sowed a number of seeds in his home village. There was now a group of people, led by his mother, who hoped that, before too long, Luang Por would come back for good and establish a monastery in a forest not too far from Bahn Kor. …

Stillness Flowing (audiobook)
01 Chapter I: A Life Expired - A Death

Stillness Flowing (audiobook)

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 15, 2021 5:52


The Death of Luangpor Chah: Part 1 A Death The twentieth of January, 1983. At the small provincial airport of Ubon Ratchathani in Northeast Thailand, a group of Buddhist monks and lay supporters look up to the sky. Nearby, a white ambulance is parked on the runway. A loud droning sound can be heard, its source soon traced to a Thai Air Force plane lumbering in to land. After the plane taxies and comes to a halt, its door opens and reveals an unusual and moving sight. An imposingly large Western monk starts to descend from the plane, cradling in his arms a much older and smaller Thai monk. This frail and helpless-looking figure is the revered master, Luang Por Chah. After five long months of tests and consultations in a Bangkok hospital, he has returned to Ubon in order to spend the last days of his life at home in his monastery, Wat Nong Pah Pong, surrounded by his disciples. …

Ajahn Anan Podcast
Realising Our True Self

Ajahn Anan Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 27, 2020 27:44


Ajahn Anan gives a talk from Ubon province, where he traveled for the occasion of Luang Pu Chah's birthday gathering. He teaches us about the nature of self, and how by perceiving anatta, we discover our true self.

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Doha Heat
Meet The Real Steve Mackie

Doha Heat

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 20, 2020 57:00


2.08 – Joined The Army at 16 2.45 – Why Joining the army – age 15,16 had 3 options Wind Surfing, Scholarship Bristol Alvick, Apprenticeship with Anglian Windows, 3.35 – Religious retreat, roman catholic going away at weekends. Heard a voice in his head, what should I do and it said to join the army. The next day he signed up. 5.07 – Someone had belief in him and never forget it, so wants to give back when it comes to other people. 6.15 – Chef in the army. Wanted to go in the household cavalry but they didn’t let him. 7.30 – The love of home economics led him to be a chef in the army 8.04 – Army marches on its stomach 8.48 – Been all over the world for 10 years in the army. 10.04 – I can't read and I can't write but I can drive a tractor – saying because he was from Bristol. 10.50 – If he was told he can't do it, he always wanted to prove them wrong. 13.10 – Didn’t stand for bullying, but wanted to help people and to be fair. 13.40 – Being in the service industry to do your best, provide quality. 14.00 – Stupid & Nieve – Chef with 22 SAS – Followed the steps of Lawrence Arabia, Jungle with Ubon tribesmen, flown an Agusta 109 helicopter. 15.00 – Fighting on the rugby pitch with a lieutenant, which ended up Steve being on show parades for 6 months 15.35 – Leave the army then go into the fire brigade, which was a fail but he failed the multiple choice because he didn't focus on the questions, so didn’t get in. 16.36 – World fell apart after leaving the army 17.15 – HGV 3 HGV 2 never used those skills after leaving the army. 18.04 – Fortune teller said you must stay on the Lilly pad and not jump around to achieve your goals. Didn’t listen. 18.25 – Only now does he realize that he should have stayed on the Lilly pad 18.45 – Much wiser. 18.51 – Top 10 earners for a door to door salesman for Cobra Group – Commission Only – earning stupid money 19.15 – Thought he had to be and act someone he wasn’t due to the kind of money he was earning. Confident and arrogant 20.00 – Envy someone but do you really know what it is like to walk in my shoes. 20.45 – Churchill Arms – Sausage factory. – Sold 35 different types of sausages. 21.14 – The chef got ill so Steve stepped in and saved the day with his chef cooking ability. 21.20 – Luton to Tyne over the weekend. Didn’t want to let the team down 22.05 – Wife, 4 kids, and 4 grandchildren. They are Steve’s grounding 22.40 – 53 years old, I have the tools, now how do I use them do my best abilities. 23.30 – Outside Wandsworth Prison, having ex-prisoners chasing him down the road. 24.20 – People come up to Steve thanking him on what inspiration he said. 25.13 – Sports Podcast making a difference – about the story to inspire. 26.00 – All guests have something special to give. 27.00 – Bring out the best in their guests. 28.00 – Become a mentor in your career 28.20 – Life Change 2 years ago arriving back in Qatar with 200 QR in his pocket 28.58 – Wanted to promote Street Soccer 29.21 – Didn’t know where his next meal would come from 29.40 – Mentoring at Carnegie Mellon based on a free lunch. 30.20 – Didn’t think he was worthy because he wasn’t educated but realized his natural ability and experience. 31.00 – Intimidated by the educated 31.45 – Natural ability to match peoples skills 32.10 – Still intimidated 32.29 – Untethered Soul – Big inspiration 33.00 – A journey of self-discovery and during the pandemic has given individual support. 33.50 – Scary, horrible but a chapter that has given me inner strength. 34.57 – Work as hard as you can, love what you do, someone will find you. 35.35 – Qatar has no fear, next generation 36.15 – I am a different person. 36.45 – Sometimes you get bogged down and not looking for help.

Malcom Reed's HowToBBQRight Podcast
The BBQ Ninja, Royal Oak Charcoal and Cooking a Whole Gator

Malcom Reed's HowToBBQRight Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 14, 2020 57:30


This week on the HowToBBQRight Podcast, we talk to Craig Verhage about how he joined the legendary Ubon’s BBQ team (2:56), where “The BBQ Ninja” originated (7:04) and the experience of Food Network’s Chopped Grill Masters (10:20). Then we talk about Craig’s new job with Royal Oak Charcoal (18:46) and how Royal Oak chooses their sponsored teams (22:48). Then we talk about cooking gator (29:32)! First we talk to Craig about how he hunts gators (32:24), how he learned to cook gator (36:25) and using Turkey Brine for gator (39:59) and why Malcom didn’t use Jolene (43:43). Then we get Craig’s famous chicken wing recipe (46:34). 

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Kitchen Chat With Margaret McSweeney
A Special Tribute to Ubon’s Garry Roark

Kitchen Chat With Margaret McSweeney

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 17, 2020 14:19


“Ubon was my daddy. Family BBQ goes back several generations. To know that that name will live on through my baby and her my grand baby, it’s real uplifting.” Garry Roark. July 14, 2018. Windy City Smokeout Garry Roarke was a gracious gentleman, a formidable BBQ pitmaster and above all a loving father and family… The post A Special Tribute to Ubon’s Garry Roark appeared first on Kitchen Chat.

Kitchen Chat® – Margaret McSweeney
A Special Tribute to Ubon's Garry Roark

Kitchen Chat® – Margaret McSweeney

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 16, 2020 14:20


Today on KitchenChat your host Margaret McSweeney talks to Garry and Leslie Roark-Scott of Ubon's Barbeque at Chicago's "Windy City Smokeout". Garry died just a few weeks after this interview in 2018. I purposely held onto this video to let some time pass before reaching out to Leslie to ask her permission to share this special Kitchen Chat. Leslie encouraged me to share this to honor her father, and I thought that the week of Father's Day would be such a fitting time. My heart aches for her and her family as they continue to mourn the loss of Garry. Both Leslie and I were truly blessed to have fathers who encouraged their daughters to pursue their dreams. This special interview captures the love and pride Garry had for his family. He was especially pleased that Leslie and her son, Jason are continuing the family legacy of BBQ. Leslie fully credits her father for opening that door for her. "I feel like sometimes I am kinda a pioneer for women in BBQ. Since I started almost thirty years ago, I've seen the path change from a footpath to an interstate system. There are so many amazing women in BBQ right now," Leslie said. And Garry expressed how proud he was that Leslie and Jason would be cooking at the James Beard House for a special event called, "A Night in Yazoo City." Here's to Garry Roark's beautiful legacy of family and food.

Ensign
Ubon Ward Can Do It!

Ensign

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 1, 2020


Ubon Ward Can Do It!

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Liahona
Ubon Ward Can Do It!

Liahona

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 1, 2020


Ubon Ward Can Do It!

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Liahona - Portuguese
Ubon Ward Can Do It!

Liahona - Portuguese

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 1, 2020


Ubon Ward Can Do It!

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Daily Climate Change, War and More!
Thailand: Floods in Ubon Ratchathani province, which borders Laos has killed nearly 40, submerged homes 23,000 people are in evacuation shelters and more

Daily Climate Change, War and More!

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 15, 2019 1:57


Climate Brief: Around 170,000 people exposed to 'contaminated' drinking water in Switzerland with fungicide Chlorothaloni due to farm run off and more

The Smoking Hot Confessions BBQ Podcast
071 Live at Hogs For The Cause 2019

The Smoking Hot Confessions BBQ Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 12, 2019 111:58


This is Episode Five of Season Six, my U.S. Road Trip Part II. It is party time in this episode, as you might tell by the time we get to the last interview! In this episode I head to the University of New Orleans for the annual Hogs for the Cause BBQ competition. This is a charity competition who's sole purpose is to raise money for kids with brain cancer. The beautiful people from Ubon's BBQ Of Yazoo, Mississippi had adopted me for the weekend and man oh man did I learn a lot from them about cooking whole hog! Interviews in this Ep range from professional competitors to champions of BBQ fundraising to one man who was hand-picked by President Barrack Obama to be a culinary ambassador to Australia! Before we get into it, I'd like to let you know about our awesome merch shop. We've got our incredible Smoking Hot Confessions Tumbler as well as hoodies, hats, t-shirts and stickers. There's also two amazing ebooks - 27 Lessons Learned from Competition BBQ and the delicious Bacon Manifesto. I'd also like to invite you to join us at the Smoking Hot Confessions Community on Facebook. If you're looking for a BBQ group full of open-minded people who just love to help each other out, the Smoking Hot Confessions Community is a great place to continue the conversation.  Finally, however you're listening to this episode, please subscribe, rate and review the show. It really helps me spread that BBQ love.  So without further ado, grab yourself a Michelob Ultra Light and a fist full of pig spaghetti and join me as I wander around the always incredible Hogs for the Cause Charity BBQ Festival. Please show your support for the people that supported this episode including:  Ranch Hand Foods: With over a decade of spice rub manufacturing, Ranch Hand are the OG's of spice rubs in Australia! JAGRD Woodfired - One of Australia's biggest smoker manufacturers: Smokers, Asado Grills, and Custom Builds! Dragon's Breath Charcoal - made from native Australian Gidgee, Dragon's Breath launches in October!

Tailgate Guys BBQ Podcast
Tailgate Guys BBQ Show, Episode 25: Craig Verhage, Joe Pearce

Tailgate Guys BBQ Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 10, 2019 62:41


We deliver a doubleheader of star power on Episode 25 of the Tailgate Guys BBQ Show, visiting with two of the more colorful characters of Q. Craig Verhage is known as “The BBQ Ninja” for his distinctive look of a bandana, sunglasses and a bushy black beard. Craig, is a member of the legendary Ubon’s BBQ team out of Yazoo City, Mississippi and he tells us about how it came about to cook with Ubons and his relationship with the late Gary “Poppie” Roark. We also talk to Craig about what it takes to catch an 11-foot alligator - then cook it. If you're in the Chicago area this weekend, you can catch Craig at the Windy City Smokeout. The second half of the show features Kansas City’s Joe Pearce, who is killing it on both the KCBS competition circuit and in the restaurant business under the SLAPS BBQ banner. Joe talks about what it’s like to be in a zone on the circuit, his days on BBQ Pitmasters and what is the perfect “rest” time for a brisket or pork butt. Make plans to tune in next week when Robby Royal of Rescue Smokers and Steph Wilson of The Slabs joins us. Until then #SmokeEmIfYouGotEm

BBQ Interview Series - Kevin's BBQ Joints
BBQ - EP - 114 - Leslie Roark Scott - Ubon’s Barbeque of Yazoo - Yazoo City, MS

BBQ Interview Series - Kevin's BBQ Joints

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 28, 2019 42:19


In this episode I chat with Leslie Roark Scott from Ubon’s Barbeque of Yazoo - Yazoo City, Mississippi. We talk about her father Garry, an icon in the BBQ world, who passed in 2018. What he meant to her as well as the BBQ family nationwide. We go into detail about how Garry started in the competition world, went into the sauce making world, restaurant world, and then the bloody mary mix world and how Leslie joined him. It's a wonderful, insightful story that gives a look into family business, the BBQ world's history, and how passion gets you further than you realize. You're really going to enjoy it.Check out all things Ubon's Barbeque here: https://ubonsbbq.comFollow Ubon's on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/ubonsbbqSee Ubon's on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/UbonsCheck out Ubon's on Twitter here: https://twitter.com/UbonsBBQ Sign up for The Smoke Sheet at: https://www.bbqnewsletter.comFollow The Smoke Sheet on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thesmokesheetSee The Smoke Sheet on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/thesmokesheetCheck out The Smoke Sheet on Twitter here: https://twitter.com/thesmokesheet See the YouTube version of this interview here:https://bit.ly/2ToVrCY Kevin's BBQ Joints on Twitter Kevin's BBQ Joints on Instagram Kevin's BBQ Joints on Facebook

Straight Outta Combat Radio-Honoring Combat Wisdom
SOCRS060- Mike T. Burns- "The Coast of California"

Straight Outta Combat Radio-Honoring Combat Wisdom

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 13, 2018 84:50


Name: Michael Thomas Burns Rank/Branch: O2/United States Air Force Unit: 433rd TFS Date of Birth: 18 October 1944 Home City of Record: Fort Wayne IN Date of Loss: 05 July 1968 Country of Loss: North Vietnam Loss Coordinates: 173600 North 1062700 East Status (in 1973): Returnee Category: Aircraft/Vehicle/Ground: F4D Other Personnel in Incident: Carl Crumpler, returnee Source: Compiled by P.O.W. NETWORK from one or more of the following: raw data from U.S. Government agency sources, correspondence with POW/MIA families, published sources, interviews. I was born and raised in Fort Wayne, Indiana. I am 28 years old, my birthdate is 18 October 1944. I attended De Paul University and graduated with a BA in Economics in 1966. I was introduced to flying through the ROTC during my senior year, and I loved it. Pilot training at Vance AFB, Enid, Oklahoma was one of the biggest years of my life. Learning to fly jets was exhilarating. I was sent to the back seat of the F-4, and upon completion of the normal aircraft training and survival schools, I went to Ubon, Thailand 29 May 1968. Colonel Carl Crumpler was my front seater and we were shot down on 5 July 1968 attacking a gunsight in the panhandle of North Vietnam. It took 35 days to get to Hanoi by truck. I was beaten up but not severely tortured. I lived in five different camps during the 56 months of my stay. There were various things that, at different periods, had great value to me and gave meaning to my life. The firm conviction that no matter what else happened, my family loved and cared for me constantly, was very important to me. At times, the overwhelming feeling of life-sounds, breathing, consciousness, good health - the sheer realization of just "being," and a subtle, distant conviction of the existence of our "Source," that almighty "Love-Energy" that created all and is a part of all, was overwhelming and good. Of course, those guys, those other minds that I was "forced" to live with, who made me laugh (at myself), informed me, and shared their life's experiences with me - to them I look with respect, sympathy and love. I came home, to beautiful home, in March 1973. Since my Air Force debriefing, l have been traveling back and forth across this country, seeing and meeting friends. I'm presently at San Antonio getting recurrent in the T-38. My plans for the future are not definite. A career in the USAF, a career with the commercial airlines or a return to school (stressing the humanities) seem to be foremost in my mind. I'm very proud of my 56 months as a POW. We did not stop living in Hanoi, we just found other avenues of existence that had meaning for us. It's good to be home. Thank you America, whatever your beliefs, for the wonderful welcome I received. Thank you USAF for your kind reception and treatment. ===================== Michael and his wife Cynthia reside in Florida.

All Walks
Ep. 13: Turkish Delight

All Walks

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 28, 2018 68:51


Today with All Walks, John tells stories about the simple life in Ubon and the crazy life of Bangkok!

Opie Radio
Ep 36 - But you F*** One Goat!

Opie Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 3, 2018 73:43


Where's Carl? As we leave the Summer of 2018 behind us, we're reminded just how precious life is... so we bid farewell to our friend, Garry Roark... of Ubon's. For a special Labor Day episode, Opie goes looking for The Cuban... and we pay our respect to the BBQ King. https://ubonsbbq.com https://www.instagram.com/barbequeprincess/ https://www.instagram.com/saborchef/ https://opieradio.com https://twitter.com/joeysalvia See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

My Big Fat Bloody Mary Podcast: Day Drinking | Recipe Sharing | Product Reviews

My Big Fat Bloody Mary Podcast Episode 3 – Ubon’s Bloody Mary Mix Review Show Notes: Here’s that article the gang talked about from Motherboard Magazine: The BAC App for all you techy drunks! :  

Holiday a Day
The Candle Festival in Ubon Ratchathani province in Thailand

Holiday a Day

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 15, 2014 1:38


Hello and welcome to Holiday a Day, your daily dose of Holidays, festivals, celebrations and remembrances from around the world.   I am your host Jeffrey Johnson   Between 11th and the 21st of July in 2014 we celebrate   The Candle Festival in Ubon Ratchathani province in Thailand. During this time people show off their candle carving abilities, there is even a candle sent by the Royal Family to this festival. The highlight of the event is on Khao Phansa the first day of the Buddhist Lent season.  This is the day that the candles are paraded through the city for all to see. Khao Phansa is the three months when the monks will not stray far from their temple, having to return each night. This is also the time when it is most auspicious to become a monk. Khao Phansa happens on the day after the full moon on the 8th lunar month.   Happy Candle Festival!   That is all I have for today but if I have missed anything or if you think I might miss a future holiday let me know by emailing me at holidayaday@gmail.com or on twitter @holidayaday. And remember to have a great day because there is a holiday out there somewhere.

The Wings Over New Zealand Show
Episode 41 – Noel Kruse – Part Six

The Wings Over New Zealand Show

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 25, 2013


Host: Dave Homewood Guest: Noel Kruse Duration: 1 hour, 27 minutes, 13 seconds Topic: In part six of Noel Kruse's fascinating life story we hear his memories of flying the CAC Avon Sabre Mk. 32 fighter jets of the RAAF detachment at the Thai base of Ubon. Their role was [...]