MY WORLD-1500 WORDS



-The Jacobs Ascension-

wrote here about myself in the Ladder because I believe something that controlled my life which is what I call Seek And Discover (SAD not SAT) self encouragement and curiosity which gave me a good start on my lowly voyage and I wish to share that encouragement for those out there who might need a little push.  

And it shows obstacles are merely simple things like numbers you come across in a workout. You push through… at 77 outliving most of my tribe, including beating a heart attack, walking into and out of the hospital, something worked but age regardless is catching up, I’m getting old and once again downsize to make things easier.  When they tell you about the golden years do not believe them.  The Golden years represent a period of time when you transfer all your Gold to the Doctors, Insurance companies and Lawyers… the rest is made up bullsh*t…

My mother called me intelligent, independent, inquisitive, obnoxious, dangerous at times and insolent when focused and She was right.  I joked about her ability to wreak havoc with a stare, strength of her words as exceptional.  

Her words got to me, they were harsh because I was stubborn, focused, sometimes didn’t pay attention, and not often but sometimes wrong.  Thanks Mom, you cared, and rest in peace knowing I finally woke up and your lessons in humility, honesty and quest were unselfish and for me.  And the things you taught me, your charity work with the unfortunate for years I have tried to carry on, to this day.

I’m Just A Kid From Brooklyn 
In the beginning there was light, somewhat… finding the switch helped, paying the Con Edison Electric bill made it happen and in 1943 to be exact,  at 990 Montgomery Street,  in Crown Heights Brooklyn.  With light I became a reader, the start…  I liked to read… reading and it’s explorations got me out of a boring neighborhood…

I was a typical Brooklyn wise guy!  I occasionally speak the Kings English, preferring Brooklyn based meta-phonetic syllabication aka Street English, Brooklynise, Slang and that explains my poor writing skills.  I’m really not a writer…I am a story teller from Brooklyn,  who tells it as it is…  

Because I could read almost a year and half ahead of other kids my age, on a stage with no computers, no big screen TV, no car… I had to create my world and write my own play…

I attended city schools, public and some higher learning, but I consider myself self taught.  Two of my high school teachers called me names and would have strangled me if the law allowed, and I felt the same towards them, but I stood my ground.

George  W. Wingate High School
Was a critical point in my life as I discovered many of those in control and power are totally screwed up,  true to this day especially, haven’t a clue and couldn’t run a free water store in the Gobi desert.  Sounds basically similar to our government. It is our Government!   Today Wingate High School is a defunct comprehensive school in the Prospect Lefferts Gardens and Wingate neighborhoods of Brooklyn, New York City.  

It opened in 1956, closed down in June 2006.  Poor academic performance and years of some severe dangerous problems like stabbings and racial disparity, poor staff, and incompetence.  Wingate was an experiment in race relations.  

The idea was to mix kids exactly in a 50-50 ratio from a notoriously bad neighborhood with kids from another community and “ something might rub off”.  It did… nothing exceptionally good.

I majored in survival through detention and I relished it.  Most of what was being discussed in classes was inaccurate, nor relative to things current,  nor scientifically correct.  And I had my books to read, which were advanced for my classes. I was learning in detention more than in the class.  And earned in my mind a detention chair with my name on it.

My English teacher and my Earth Science teacher, were new enemies. The battle in English was Shakespeare, I questioned the value of Shakespeare since as I explained he was quite dead and good riddance jokingly taunted “ He talked Funny” and I called him “ Snakeshit”

The battle in Science was over the Dinosaurs, Man and creationism.  I somehow cracked when hearing her version,  the Apple and the Snake.  I humbly mumbled “ BULLSH*T”  A bit  too loud… off to detention… and making truancy an art form.

To this day I do not regret what I had to do, to learn,  as I learned first hand on site, live and in living color and became a self-proclaimed reporter creating book reports as evidence of  Al’s field trips to the NY Museums of Natural History; Modern Art;  The Guggenheim; The HUGE Manhattan Library: I visited all  the Zoos, from Prospect Park to the Bronx Zoo;   Ebbets Field, Home of the Dodgers: National Parks like the Statue of Liberty, and  my local library and Camera stores, Newspapers, Hospitals, learning all about a myriad of things first hand. 

And I was becoming a pretty good photographer.  And I wrote about all of it.  I was escorted to the Deans Office and  I produced my documentation, pictures and scripts.  It saved my ass. Even the Principal Head man was impressed. I got off the hook… and gave summaries in a few classes on T-rex and Company LTD.

I managed to make two rapid advances (RA’s) skipping grades two and eight because I was skilled in reading, science and math, comprehensive skills way above my classmates graduating two years earlier than others of my age.   See Ya! Have a Nice Day!  But I just turned sixteen by two months and graduated High School.

It was a horrible school and I had to get out…  I credit an insatiable desire to read,  and combined with great librarian friends, well two of them, one at school and the other at the public library.  The Librarian at the Eastern Parkway location in Brooklyn was my mentor…almost a tutor and she loved my inquisitiveness.   


Master Machinist  -  In Metal Shop

As mentioned, chemistry labs, wood and metal shops were my favorite engaged hands on classes. 

I remember the first tools I made at Wingate in the metal shop on my own.  I learned to work with my hands on drill presses, welding, and basic mills. I appreciated the knowledge and ingenuity from the shop teacher.  It was the tools I designed that got me the fame I deserved…

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It comes complete with instructions for both domestic and foreign hubcaps.  And we’ll send you my new book “ Guide to the Great Bail Bondsmen of America” with a signed autograph by Joey Fonzini (who graduated early from San Quentin). 

  

New Challenges
I was married over three decades to the most wonderful woman in the world till she passed from Cancer in 2007.  She was my rock... not a day goes by I don’t miss her.  We traveled together to conferences, trade shows, unique and wonderful places, the best part was WE were privileged to meet incredible real purposeful people, and unfortunately some that weren’t.  I never found a replacement… I don’t think one exists…the Angels are pretty busy these days and I have my good memories to live on with.

Her passing made me a care-giver to others with the dreaded disease.  My current support is to a two time multiple myeloma patient ( close friend of my wife and alone) who went through a trial program that has turned six months expectancy into ( August 13) when we  will have to celebrate seven years and a total remission.  I taught her good food is the best medicine and TV diners will kill you.  Its like a good cooking show and she’s doing great… Her Doctors agreed, and are amazed at her rehabilitation which from a trial program exceeded all expectations.  They announced in January she is still in total remission.

 

I Diversify, I Love My Country, Food, Photography, Aviation, Opportunities…

  • Made it through a higher education working part time in the culinary world from a busboy to night chef…
  • Wedding Photographer, working from a Wedding Mill in The Bronx on weekends… 
  • Thirty-five years serving the troops as a military contractor, though a charitable organization as VP and served six Generals during that duration.
  • I managed a few certificates in Open Water Scuba Diving…
  • I flew as Pilot in Command, owned, serviced and flew real planes for thirty-three plus something years
  • Performed lots Of Corporate Descriptive Element Work…
  • Qualified as a certified Range Officer in IPSC Competition… third in state pistol…
  • Manufactured and sold my own products for the Photography industry… The Black Box Website  www.aljacobs.com
  • Worked Journalism, Commercial, Wedding and Corporate Photography… went digital…
  • And my favorite thing is mentoring  children, many from far away lands and… the kids 8-9 grade are incredible and 
    even with minor language difficulties, you got to love them, they want to learn so bad but I have to help knowing it was two ladies who helped me.  Payback…Life, it’s been fair; both exciting;  rewarding; painful and complete; but living is good, better than the alternatives, and I sleep well at night… 
  • I am a foodie by choice  -  my mother was a wonderful creative chef who never used a cook book.  I learned by watching her as a kid, then fortunate to be tutored by another great person who showed me the business end of food.   It was a job,  working in a couple restaurants and I wanted more learning about food…  www.aljacobskitchen.com
  • I went from busboy to asst. chef, I think because I might have been the only English speaking help they had that could read and write orders, that’s Manhattan, NYC.   Bottom Line both paid for college tuition school which was a paltry eight dollars a credit.  I use those lessons today creating good food for my friends with Stem-Cells.
  • Later in life working with the paper covering stories with the Restaurant Police was eye-opening.  A new commissioner in Florida has cleaned up many bad acts.  We are totally a tourist state and eating out is very popular.   I prefer my own cooking to this day for food safety and cleanliness.  Many places are sub quality food and processes.  The kitchen has a list
  • My website on food explains a lot .www.aljacobskitchen.com   I will not eat in some of the Bigly Fastily Nerd Food Chains and most Buffets as they are dangerous.  


I Had A Great Coaching Staff  — Called Uncles and Examples…

I thank my grandfather who spoke little English but communicated  from a great humble and loving mind.   He was a refugee from the Czars Pogroms and a tailor…  sounds like “ Fiddler on the roof”.  At seven I was repairing toasters with Grandpa and a gasoline powered blow torch soldering tool about as big as me. He taught me primitive tools, no electrics.

Persistence came from my uncles, Jesse and Hy who taught me tough wins; they were tough, fighters and survivors of WWII in the Philippines with MacArthur.  War and hunting.

My Uncle Eddie, like Morris was an inventor who taught me electronics and creativeness.  He has and holds the original patent for inventing the Home Humidifier by KAZ, used to treat dry coughing like Whooping Cough.

My Uncle Morris, my favorite taught me Lithography, and Photography doing the color separations of printing through graphic arts and lots of Album covers for RCA, together with kindness, very forgiving, and photography after school.  The photography, a gift from the Gods became a fixture for the rest of my life.I was doing journey man color separation and platemaking at fifteen and way too young for the union even though I could easily pass the exams. 


Divine Guidance and Finders Keepers…
A Dose Of Divine Guidance…I have for better than sixty-four years being, creating, owning, designing, and manufacturing, doing my own Photography as a store owner, lab owner, photojournalist and a writer.  It started for me when someone left a paper bag left sitting on a park bench in the Zoo area in NYCs Central Park.  I was fourteen, a junior, and was naturally, playing hooky from school.  I grabbed the bag after eyeing it for an hour.With no one claiming it, I stood on top of the park bench and yelled the sacred words “finders keepers”.   

Escaping the park, I had mischievously become the owner of an AIRES IIIL 35 millimeter Rangefinder Camera, the first of the Japanese clones of a Leica.  It took nice pictures of the Dinosaurs at the Museum of Natural History in NYC, the Statue of Liberty and other sites when I played hooky and got caught.  My fake school passes and a real looking camera saved my butt. 

The Photographic Industry:   The camera showing that I was doing something to help my education got me off easier.  Today after being involved in several photo operations, I designed  manufactured and sold much of my own gear for forty years like battery packs, “ THE BLACK BOX “ flash cables, brackets and product shooting tables. Tearfully, the little Aires either got lost (stolen) or I left it somewhere. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.   My richness came from people who got me excited and inquisitive about things that make the world go around and that was worth more than all of the things money could buy.

Journalism:  The most important thing I picked up because I am inquisitive, was learning to use the five points of light in journalism.  Who, When, What, Where, and Why, they open doors…  you ask the questions,  to get answers, which were the most important thing in my world, I researched everything, still do,  and made my own decisions.  I just call it being independently nosy. 


Journalism and Aviation The Two Dreams Come True
And aviation was a big interest, I loved airplanes playing hooky got me to airports and the Naval Air Station at Floyd Bennett Field with its Corsair fighters, Dakotas (DC-3’s) and Catalina Seaplanes.  I worked at the soda stand on weekends and I drew a love of aviation, drew pictures, and shot pics with my new found camera, and it grew.  I bummed rides on the planes there  whenever I could and made playing hooky worth it. I was tall and big for my age and got away with it.

Later in my thirties, books I read about aviation came to the forefront of my goals.  I also was earning which coined an expression I wrote.

“ If you think boats are a huge hole in the ocean you pour money into, go take up flying… the sky is a hell of lot bigger”.

I made up my mind and became a pilot. It was a simple action, the library had the books,  I researched aircraft for sale, bought and paid for my first real airplane, a Piper Lycoming powered 140.  Now I need an instructor.

Photo right…Thats little bird…  I owned Cessna’s and Pipers as a Pilot In Command for 32 years… this is little bird my first, self taught, in the books at first, with my instructor, I soloed in five hours, aced the exams at the same time, no school, self taught, and had my first license at 40 hours, the legal minimum needed in under 90 days.  They got bigger and more expensive. 


Training, Training, Training…
Now, thousands of  hours later, It was my life’s dream,  sheer enjoyment shattered occasionally by bouts of sheer terror…blown tires, rough idles, failed parts, a million things involving weather, through advanced weather training courtesy of Chanute air Force Base, and U of Illinois at Champaign-Urbana, aircraft engine and airframe maintenance and emergency procedures training.

Eventually it caught up to me with real people on board returning from Key-West and a fire trailing caused by a sinking carburetor float, impossible to detect and no notice.  Luckily I was preparing land…checking things and then the fire and the Gods were with me… altitude and airspeed…  3000 feet in altitude, leaking gas, and I followed the drill rehearsed hundred of times.

Pilots know the drill, FLY the airplane, shut the fuel system down before the fuel system enveloped the aircraft,  maintain airspeed, DECLARE radio PAN - Mayday no engine, I declared an emergency to Whitted’s tower,  requested runway six, was cleared, and aimed for and dead sticked a book perfect short field landing into Albert Whitted airport ( My alternate was a water landing).  The building at the end of the displaced runway claimed I left wheel marks on their roof but I think they were kidding me…

I can talk about it today how a little twenty dollar plastic float created 3500 dollars worth of firewall fire forward damage (three times that amount today) and the paint had extensive fire damage.  I can brag about that landing today, it  was my best short field landing, and made the first turnoff after a displaced runway. I taxied off groundspeed and stopped ten feet from the fire cart.   In aviation you are only as good as training you have and thought process, otherwise they call you a statistic.  

Pressing on to be better is critical in aviation. Like life…I had in my mind the best instructor in the beginning, I’ll never forget Joe Dineen and I believed in the culture of his training.  Going to other crashes, was to some a lesson in harsh reality but it gets your head on right, you see what mistakes do, unprepared consequences, dumb actions and gore…  


Never Forget - My Brothers In Arms

I have devoted and spent a good part, about 35 years of my life, working with charities and groups, building Military Memorials.  To to this day I served and I salute those who served and those who paid the ultimate price of Freedom and I have been lucky enough to live, mingle with some very patriotic good people I have had the pleasure of meeting, working with, teaching, training and survived.   I lost five fellow friends in Vietnam and a few more in our latest excursions of stupidity, I was lucky, these stupid wars that never end in the name of Religion, Greed and Faith, and I will never forget them.

Much tragedy has the COVID-9 running rampage through out Veterans Nursing Homes the in March in ten day 145 of our retirees died from inadequate care and the latent stupidity, attitude, lieing and ignorance, of our leader…


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