Ostensibly exploring the practice of law before the internet. Heck, before good highways for that matter.
Monday, April 6, 2015
At the end of the road.
The Rise and Decline of the "SUV".
Lex Anteinternet: SUVs before SUVs:
A 1962 Dodge Power Giant Carryall. Not mine, I saw it for sale the other day while driving through town. It appears in nice shape, and still features bias ply tires. This is a D100 Carryall, which means its rated at 1/2 ton, although it has a two speed rear axle. Of course, I don't know anything about it or what is, or isn't original. It looks pretty original, however.
Anyhow, it's interesting how SUVs are supposed to be a modern concept, with the Chevrolet Suburban supposedly sort of ushering them in. But Suburban's themselves go way back, and before them were vehicles like this Dodge Carryall. Carryalls, in fact, go all the way back to World War Two.
Of course, these aren't easy to drive. It has a manual transmission and armstrong steering. And, of course, conventional hydraulic brakes. Not something a soccer mom, or dad, would probably drive. Still, it's interesting to note how far back the concept of a full sized 4x4, built on a truck frame, goes. About as far back as 4x4 trucks themselves.
Jeep
I've owned Jeeps twice.
My first car, a 1958 M38A1 Army Jeep. In the words of Iris Dement, "it turned over once, but never went far."*My very first vehicle was a Jeep. I bought it for $500 with money I had earned from a summer job. I was 15 at the time, and not old enough to actually drive, but I still had it when I turned 16.The engine was a mess, in need of rebuilding or replacement, and as you can see, the prior owner had hit a tree with it. As the engine was so worn out, it burned nearly as much oil as gasoline, and I sold it when I was 16 and bought a Ford F100 to replace it.My second Jeep was a 1946 CJ2A, the very first model of civilian Jeep. I kept it for awhile, but ultimately when my son was small, I sold it too. The CJ2A, particularly ones made in the first couple of years of production, was nearly unchanged from the World War Two Army 1/4 ton truck that gave rise to the species, and indeed, the model I had, had some parts commonality otherwise unique to the Army Jeeps of the Second World War.Depiction of Jeep in use on Guadalcanal, bringing in a KIA.Jeeps got their start in that role, as a military vehicle, a 1/4 ton truck, entering service just prior to World War Two. Bantam, a now extinct motor vehicle manufacturer, gets a lot of credit for the basic design, and indeed the Bantam Jeep did enter U.S. and British service.Bantam Jeep being serviced by Army mechanic. The Bantam was actually lighter than the Willys Jeep.But it was Willys, with larger manufacturing capacity, that really gets credit for the design. It was their design that became the Jeep, although Ford made a huge number of Jeeps during the Second World War as well.Coast Guard patrol with Jeep. The Coast Guard also had mounted patrols during the Second World War, acquiring horses and tack from the Army.American and Australian troops with Jeep serving as a field ambulance.Jeeps became synonymous with U.S. troops during World War Two. Indeed, there's a story, probably just a fable, of a French sentry shooting a party of Germans who tried to pass themselves off as Americans, simply because the sentry knew that a walking party of men could not be Americans, they "came in Jeeps." A story, probably, but one that reflected how common Jeeps were and how much they were admired by U.S. forces at the time. It's commonly claimed by some that Jeeps replaced the horse in the U.S. Army, but that's only slightly true, and only in a very limited sense. It might be more accurate to say that the Jeep replaced the mule and the horse in a limited role, but it was really the American 6x6 truck that did the heavy lifting of the war, and which was truly a revolutionary weapon.None the less, the fame of the Jeep was won, and after the war Jeeps went right into civilian production. For a time, Willys was confused over what the market would be for the little (uncomfortable) car, and marketed to farmers and rural workers, who never really saw the utility of the vehicle over other options. Indeed, for farmers and ranchers who needed a 4x4, it was really the Dodge Power Wagon that took off. The market for Jeeps was with civilian outdoorsmen, who rapidly adopted it in spite of the fact that it's very small, quite uncomfortable, and actually, in its original form, a very dangerous vehicle prone to rolling. Still, the light truck's 4x4 utility allowed sportsmen to go places all year around that earlier civilian cars and trucks simply did not. The back country, and certain seasons of the year, were suddenly opened up to them. For that reason, Jeeps were an integral part of the Revolution In Rural Transportation we've otherwise written about. You can't really keep a horse and a pack mule in your backyard in town, but you can keep a Jeep out on the driveway.Not surprisingly, Willys (and its successor in the line, Kaiser) soon had a lot of competition in the field. The British entered it nearly immediately with the Land Rover, a light 4x4 designed for the British army originally that's gone on to have a cult following, in spite of being expensive and, at least early on, prone to the faults of British vehicles. Nissan entered the field with the Nissan Patrol, a vehicle featuring the British boxiness but already demonstrating the fine traits that Japanese vehicles would come to be known for. Toyota entered the field with its legendary Land Cruiser, the stretched version of which I once owned one of, and which was an absolutely great 4x4. Indeed, their smaller Jeep sized vehicle, in my opinion, was the best in this vehicle class. Ford even entered the field with the original Bronco. Over time, even Suzuki would introduce its diminutive Samurai.So, what's happened here to this class of vehicles anyway?Recently, for reason that are hard to discern, I decided to start looking once again for a vehicle in this class. I know their defects. They are unstable compared to trucks, and they don't carry much either. But there is something about them. Last time I looked around there were a lot of options, and costs were reasonable for a used one. Well, not anymore.I don't know if its the urbanized SUV that's taken over everything. But whereas once a fellow looking for a Jeep like vehicle could look for Jeeps, Land Cruisers, Land Rovers, Samurais, Broncos and International Scouts, now you are down to Jeeps, the Toyota FJ Cruiser or the soon to be extinct Land Rover Defender. The Defender is insanely expensive, but the Jeep and Cruiser sure aren't cheap. Even used vehicles in this class now command a crazy price. I'm actually amazed I see so many around, given that most people don't use them for what they are designed for, and they're so darned expensive.
Chevrolet Blazer in use by the U.S. Army, in this case the 3d Bn, 49th FA, Wyoming Army National Guard, in South Korea. It's odd to think that this class of vehicle, which basically started off as a military vehicle, had a return, albeit a not too successful one, to military service.
Wyoming Fact and Fiction: Bill Barlow and his Sagebrush Philosophy
World War One Division Patches
This is a topic which likely interests only me, but these photos depict World War One U.S. service coats, for the most part. The photo immediately above also depicts some leather jerkins, a type of long vest that's almost Medieval in appearance, but which made a reappearnce in the Allies forces during World War One, due to their utility.
Anyhow, these photos show a lot of divisional patches from the Great War.
The U.S. Army hadn't assembled on this level since the Civil War, which was also the last time the Army had been large enough to use large unit symbols and badges. That had fallen completely by the wayside after the Civil War, but during World War One, it came back in. In the Army, it's remained the norm ever since. In the Marine Corps, which was in the 2nd Division during World War One, it disappeared, reappeared during World War Two, and disappeared again thereafter.
I frankly don't recognize all of these patches, although I do a fair number. Fans of U.S. uniforms, or those who have been in the service, will also recognize quite a few, sometimes in a bit of a surprising way. The "AA", ie., All American, division patch of the can be seen above, but before that unit was airborne and therefore before it had an airborne tab. Quite a few other patches are recognizable, others not.
I"m unfortunately not familiar enough with the other patches to recall what they symbolize. Some are obvious, like the small machinegun patch on the 82nd uniform above. Others I generally don't recognize. Some may be wound badges, and some represent months overseas. Why the private stripes on so many of these service coats are red, I don't recall, as generally at least World War One enlisted stripes were the same olive color as the coat, so that they were not easy to spot by enemy troops.
Tuesday, April 6, 1915. The Battle of Celaya commences.
The Battle of Celaya commenced which would see Constitutionalist under Álvaro Obregón repelled Pancho Villa's attack at Celaya.
It was a large-scale battle, with 15,000 Constitutionalist contesting 22,000 Villistas. Obregón had arrived early to prepare defensive positions over which Villa would attempt blind cavalry charges to his defeat.
A French attempt to take German defense positions on the lower slopes of the Hartmannswillerkopf failed.
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Friday, April 2, 1915. The Battle of the Wasa'a
Courthouses of the West: Federal District Courthouse, Denver Colorado
Are deeply held, but unpopular beliefs, worthy of protection?
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Friday, April 3, 2015
The Evolution of Armor

Team Spirit, 1987
Farm size
For somebody in agriculture in the West, looking at agriculture in the East is really a shock. I've just had the opportunity to do that several times recently, as I flew in and out of Toronto, and got a look at the area from the air, and then I flew the next week to Tampa and had to drive from there to New Port Ritchey. This past week I flew into Baltimore and a friend and I drove up to Carlisle on the state highway, one of the ones that no doubt runs on the 19th Century pike. Very interesting. Following that, I flew to Atlanta and then back over the south and the big grain belts of the nation.
Viewing the farm ground in Maryland and Pennsylvania was both a delight, and a surprise. For one thing, there's a lot of it. Just as Easterners have the erroneous view that the West is empty, Westerners, or at least native Westerners like myself, tend to believe that the East is one big city. It isn't. There's a lot of farm ground there.
However, even though I intellectually know better, it's weird to see it. The farms are, and have always been, so small by our standards out here. Grain farms just east of this region, well in Nebraska and Kansas, are enormous. Ranches are big, as they have to be. These Eastern farms are small and you can almost always see a nearby farm.
But, as the countryside in Pennsylvania and Maryland demonstrates, it's been that way for an extremely long time. Farms that are well over 150 years old are near others that are that age and older. And this should be no surprise, as they were all farmed with horse, mule, or oxen, under less than ideal conditions.
Indeed, the soil appears very rocky in some places and stone walls are everywhere, with stones taken, of course, from the fields. The land had to be first cleared of trees, and the forest continue to wage war against the fields and come back at the drop of a hat.
It was of course this sort of farming environment that the drafters of the Homestead Act were familiar with, and that's why the original homestead was only 40 acres in size. That was extremely unrealistic for this country, where it's always been the case that thousands of acres are needed to run cattle. What a shock it must have been to the first homesteaders.
And it continues to impact us today, as the unrealistically small homestead allotments yielded to the system we have in the West today by default, rather than by design, in spite of the views that anti ranching elements may hold about them. The system works, but it was based on a broken model to start with, and had to be repaired to work.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
WHEELS THAT WON THE WEST®: Collecting Wood Wheeled History
WHEELS THAT WON THE WEST®: Collecting Wood Wheeled History: Since I publish this blog on the same day each week it’s inevitable that, as the years pass, some postings will land on Christmas, New Year...On that topic, here's something that suprrisngly has a set of wooden wheels:
This is a Renault tank from World War One. Arguably the best tank of that war (not that there a lot to chose from) the large front wheel of this tank was wood.
Friday, April 2, 1915. The Battle of the Wasa'a
Australian and New Zealand troops rioted while on leave in Cairo.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
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Wednesday, April 1, 1915. Improving airborne lethality.
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
The Weary Business Travelers Comments on Air Travel
We are told there was once an era when air travel was glamorous and romantic. For some it still is, no doubt. But for the business traveler, those days are long gone. What air travel is, is convenient.
It's safe, relatively fast, and all that. But fun it isn't. At least not after you have quite a bit of it down. And, quite frankly, while I like airplanes, I don't like riding in airplanes, so that impacts my view a fair amount, I'll admit.
But I'm sure I'm not alone. So, hence a few observations.
1. Business travelers probably aren't having fun on the plane, aren't on vacation, and may be cutting their schedule pretty tight.
One of the things I generally note about people travelling in airplanes is they're very polite as a rule. And there's good reason to be very patient, and people nearly always are. Some people have a hard time getting on and off of planes, and that's perfectly understandable and most people, indeed maybe all people, understand that.
But conversely, it's not uncommon for a business traveler to have very little time leeway. He needs to catch another flight, or a taxi downtown, or something, to make his schedule.
I note that, as there's some casual travelers who are really oblivious to this. The other day, for example, I was on a plane in which a nicely dressed young woman and her very well-behaved young children encountered another nicely dressed young woman and her very well-behaved young children, and they recognized each other. With about a third of the plane still needing to disembark, they stopped and had a protracted reunion conversation. Nobody yelled or screamed, but when she finally resumed her progress towards the door, I could hear the businessman seated across the aisle saying, under his breath "don't stop, don't stop." As this plane was late, and my connection not too distant, I shared that view.
2. Zone 2 is the Thundering Herd.
Aircraft board by zone. Generally, the first zone is made up of people who need help boarding and then a premium, or multiple premium, zones. Then zone 1.
Then zone 2.
For some reason, things generally go well until zone 2 boards. I'm nearly always in zone 2. Zone 1 forms an orderly line and progresses in that fashion. By the time they get to zone 2, every single person in the zone is convinced they're never going to get to board, and they start pushing, cow herd style, towards the gate.
Everyone is getting in the same plane, and this makes no sense, but it's really common. People cut in line, muscle their way in, etc.
Ironically, it's not uncommon for one of the herd to slow everything up, once he's on the plane. That's the guy who decided to bring his walrus for the overhead bin storage. He can't get it in, and has to try and try while the rest of the herd is stuck behind him.
United Airlines, I'll note, does a really good job of preventing this by having extra places for zone 2 to line up early. Once they're in a narrow line, they behave, again much like cattle. It's having no line to form up in as zone 1 moves ahead that seems to create this problem.
3. The window bogarters
I like to get a window seat, even if I don't like flying. That's because I do like scenery.
For some reason, however, there are people who take window seats, and then immediately close the shade. Hey man, if you didn't want to look out the window, why take a window seat?
4. The stenchy messy food girl.
Recently I've been noticing a trend for messy eating young girls on planes. This is a new one.
When I came back from Toronto recently, a young woman, nicely dressed, sat next to me. But she was an amazingly sloppy eater and had brought a sandwich on with her. She made a mess of that, and to make it worse, left her drink bottle on the airplane floor when she deplaned.
Not cool.
On the way back from Atlanta the other day, a high school aged girl sat next to me. She was industrious, and was writing a report on All Quiet On The Western Front on the plane, but she also came on with an Italian food special she'd gotten in the terminal. It was apparently the Spicy Noodle In Limburger Cheese Sauce special, and it was rank and stanky. Uff. Not good for an enclosed environment.
5. The drink people.
Every airplane flight in North America offers a beverage service. I am sure that if there was a commercial flight from Casper to Douglas, it would offer a beverage.
I get that in part. Flights are long, and people might need something to drink. And at least by common belief, some drinks settle the stomach, or so we're told. I've always been told that ginger ale does that, and I see a lot of ginger ale being drunk in airplanes.
But there are a lot of people who take drinks, because they are free. I’m always amazed when people take drinks routinely between Casper and Denver, for example. The flight is only 45 minutes long, having a drink is hardly worth bothering with.
This is particularly the case because the last few minutes into Denver is often rough, and the area right around Casper often is, both due to the atmospheric conditions associated with mountains. But, people trust their trays and place the drinks down even when the plane is bouncing around. Maybe they should trust them too, as I've never seen a drink bounce off a tray, but I've worried about it.
6. The talkative traveler.
I travel in aircraft a lot, and I always bring a book or work on the plane. I don't like traveling on planes, and so this serves to distract me, I suppose, although looking out the window, which I also like to do, probably works against that.
Every now and then, however, you get seated next to somebody very nervous or very talkative, or both. They want to talk, and they're going to. I've had an oil field consultant quiz me on towns to live in, in depth, all over the Rocky Mountain west, as if I am well suited to tell somebody where they ought to live. Some people want to tell you their life's story, or others, if you are reading a book, want to discuss it, rather than let you read it.
In other situations, I might find that interesting, but in an airplane, not so much. Something to do with the plane, I'm sure.
7. The dimwitted joke people.
One thing I've noticed is that every time there's an air disaster, or even a natural disaster, somebody in line wants to make a joke based on it. This is not amusing at all.
Recently for example I was in line when a passenger on a Delta flight tried to engage the Captain of the plane in some banter based on the recent suicidal crash caused by the Germanair co-pilot. This isn't funny, and won't ever be funny. I'd have tossed her off the plane, but he only gave her a nasty glare. Clearly he's more of a gentleman than I.
Wednesday, April 1, 1915. Improving airborne lethality.
French fighter pilot Lieutenant Roland Garros scored the first areal kill by firing a machine gun through a tractor propeller.
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Tuesday, March 30, 1915. Germans fighting Arabs.
What's with all those dire warnings. . . .
So far, I'd note, this writer is correct, and I've heard others note this as well. This slow down is less severe than the one in 1983. . . so far. But that one started out milder than it ended up. With these collapses, the collapse doesn't come overnight. Another reader commented:Many of us went through more busts than booms in Wyoming working the oil patch.The current slowdown pales in comparison to the bust of the 1980's.Do yourselves a big favor ...get out of the oil patch while you still can,or pay the price later,in more ways than one.
We've lived in Wyoming for six decades. We love this state but hate its busts. We were one of many families who were victims of the bust in the early 80's. Lost our jobs, lost our house...lost everything. Though we've recovered it's been a long, long road. I'll never be able to retire comfortably due to the lost time and income. Take it from a man who's been in the fire: save your money now and don't wait!