Colonel Myles B. Caggins III Retires After 26 Years of Service

 

Major Myles B. Caggins, 1st Armored Division, Camp Adder, Iraq, 2009

On Veteran's Day weekend, 2022, Colonel Myles B. Caggins III retired after 26 years of service.  The ceremony was in Chantilly, Virginia, in front of family, friends, comrades and with full military customs and courtesies, plus some twists. The National Anthem was a saxophone solo by Eddie Baccus Jr. It was a first for me, and it was awesome.

Saxophone Solo National Anthem

by Eddie Baccus Jr.

General Vincent K. Brooks, Retired. presided at the retirement ceremony

Presiding at the retirement ceremony was General Vincent K. Brooks, a 1980 graduate of West Point. He retired in 2019 after 39 years, 17 of those years as a general officer. Brooks was a lot of fun. He said Myles served in the White House in the Bush and Obama administrations, but that the peak of his on-air career was his appearance on Jeopardy! Brooks had the audience laughing again and again describing that Jeopardy! performance.

Major Collin Richards, emcee, and Colonel Myles B. Caggins III, Retired, after the ceremony

In my civilian career, I met a lot of people who were leaders and innovators in science including several Nobel laureates. I heard them accept awards. Those speeches could be divided in two types. The first kind of speech is about just how amazing the speaker is. In the second type, the awardee says Thank You to their family, their teachers, their co-workers, everyone! It was a delight to hear all of the he thanks, some with laughter, there were tears for comrades no longer with us, honor to mentors, and a poem for his Mom. 

Myles thanking his daughter Tiffany Champion

Harry and Tiffany Champion

We met at Camp Adder, Iraq, when he was the Public Affairs Officer for 1st Armored Division. I wrote about Myles in Iraq here. We were able to work together several times on stories about soldiers.  When we were together in Iraq, it was his second combat deployment. In 2003 as a Captain, Myles led a support company during the invasion of Iraq. 

Myles on the day of his promotion to Colonel in 2017

We kept in touch in the dozen years since we both returned from deployment in 2010.  I saw Myles get promoted to Colonel in 2017. That story is here.  Following his promotion, Myles deployed for another full-year combat tour in Iraq and Syria in 2019 and 2020. 

Myles first civilian job will be a continuation of his last active duty assignment working in geopolitics.

Don’t Fly TAP – Air Portugal. Nice flight crews, unreliable planes, terrible app

Don't Fly TAP (Air Portugal).

But if you do fly TAP -- Pay attention to their App. 

It took four flights for me to get from Paris to New York on Veterans Day. That was not the day I planned to travel. And I did not book a terrible four-segment super-discount flight. 

Only two of the four flights flights actually took off—though I spent more time on the ground on the runway in Lisbon than the flight to get to Lisbon from Paris. 

I was supposed to fly from Paris to Newark changing planes in Lisbon on November 10. Two days before the flight, I got an email saying the flight was cancelled and I would be flying from Paris to Lisbon at 8am on November 11. At 12:10pm I would be flying to Newark. No options. Take it or leave it.

On November 11, I woke up at 5am. The flight from Paris to Lisbon was uneventful. We boarded the flight to America by 12:30pm then sat on the runway for more than 2 hours until we left the plane at 3pm for the long bus ride back to the terminal. In the terminal they herded all of us to a gate where three nice people from TAP processed two or three people in the first half hour. At this rate it would be Thanksgiving before we all got flights.

While waiting in line to get rebooked, I started talking to the couple in front of me: Iris and Jim. I was telling them that some of the angrier people were, like me, people who had a flight cancelled yesterday. We started talking about how other flights handle cancellations. 

If this were a United flight, our phones would have lit up before we reached the terminal with rebook options. TAP does not do that. I told them that when TAP cancelled my flight the day before, they rebooked me to an 8am departure the next day—they did not offer options. And with TAP, when you check in early, you can’t change anything until, as the agent on the phone told me, they release the reservation from their system. 

To show Iris and Jim what I meant, I hit the My Trips button in the TAP app. When I did, the app said I had been rebooked to JFK and I was leaving in one hour from Gate 41. 

“Oh Shit! I have a flight!” I said loudly. 

I checked. No TAP emails. No TAP messages. If I had not hit My Trips in the app, I would not have known and missed the flight. Iris and Jim did not have the phone app. They went to the TAP website. Nothing. 

Iris and Jim said, "Go to the gate!" I did. And made the flight. Which means the three gate agents who had us standing in Gate 46 for more than an hour had no idea their system was rebooking people. Again, no options. 

Flying into JFK at night instead of Newark means there is no way I can get home. By the time I landed and cleared customs at JFK and took the train to Penn Station New York, the last train from Philadelphia to Lancaster was already gone. 

So, I took NJ Transit to Princeton Junction to the cheapest hotel between NYC and Philadelphia and started catching up on all the sleep I lost getting home. 

I worked for a dot.com twenty years ago before apps existed and when e-commerce was new. In the late 90s and early 2000s, companies that did not have fully integrated systems sometimes had to take data from one system and enter it in another—let’s say communications and reservation management had separate systems. Connecting the two was called a “Sneaker Net.” People walked printouts from one part of the office to another. 

I signed up for every notification I could on the TAP app. I got one email and one text per flight. And the fact that their gate agents had no idea that automatic rebookings were happening says they really don’t understand their own system. United hits you up with options so fast that the angry crowd at the gate never forms. 

If I have not given you enough reasons to fly any other airline but TAP, consider the aircraft themselves. Both of the cancelled flights and the flight I eventually took to America were on Airbus A321 aircraft. They are narrow-body jets with 6-across seating and the only aisle in the middle. The 150 economy-class passengers share 3 toilets. The 200 economy passengers in an A330 (the more common transatlantic aircraft) share 6 toilets with two aisles and twice as many aisle seats. 

You could still choose TAP based on price, but in the sleepless world of transatlantic travel, I will tap a different airline.

Irony and Sarcasm by Roger Kreuz, Book 36 of 2022

 

Irony and Sarcasm by Roger Kreuz is the fourth book I have read in The MIT Press Essential Knowledge Series--69 books about technology and the philosophy of technology.  The books examine a difficult and controversial topic from as many angles as possible in less than 200 pages.  

In Irony and Sarcasm Kreuz covers the history of his topic beginning with Socratic Irony--arguably the smartest man who ever lived declaring he was ignorant. In the introduction, Kreuz makes clear why he wrote "a biography of two troublesome words" instead of just one:  "Irony isn't a loner; it spends a lot of time in the company of a shady relative with a checkered reputation."

Kreuz carefully separates irony from sarcasm, and also from coincidence, paradox, satire and parody--all topics that are (ironically) confused with irony.  In the first chapter, "Preliminaries," Kreuz begins with non-literal language:

If people only employed literal language,, communication would be devoid of nuance, innuendo, humor, and poetic turns of phrase.

Kreuz begins to define irony with Socrates and the rhetorical tactic that has come to be known as Socratic irony.  The rest of the continues with examples of irony then moves to the death of irony (with an ironic smile I can almost see).  Irony died after 9-11. Irony died with blizzard of lies from Trump and his many wannabes.  It seems irony has died for centuries and never goes away.

No one ever predicts the death of sarcasm.  To say "Irony is dead!" is almost always a sarcasm-tinged comment.  

If you are nerdy about language, you (sincerely) will enjoy this book.

First 35 books of 2022:

Essential Elements by Matt Tweed

Les horloges marines de M. Berthoud 

The Red Wheelbarrow and Other Poems by William Carlos Williams

The Road Less Traveled by M. Scott Peck

Cochrane by David Cordingly 

QED by Richard Feynman

Spirits in Bondage by C.S. Lewis

Reflections on the Psalms by  C.S. Lewis

The Pope at War: The Secret History of Pius XII, Mussolini, and Hitler by David I. Kertzer

The Last Interview and Other Conversations by Hannah Arendt

Galapagos by Kurt Vonnegut

The Echo of Greece by Edith Hamilton

If This Isn't Nice, What Is? by Kurt Vonnegut

The War That Made the Roman Empire: Antony, Cleopatra, and Octavian at Actium by Barry S. Strauss. 

Civil Rights Baby by Nita Wiggins

Lecture's on Kant's Political Philosophy by Hannah Arendt

Le grec ancien facile par Marie-Dominique Poree

The Netanyahus by Joshua Cohen

Perelandra by C.S. Lewis

The Federalist Papers by Alexander Hamilton, James Madison and John Jay

First Principles by Thomas Ricks

Political Tribes by Amy Chua 

Book of Mercy by Leonard Cohen

A Brief History of Earth: Four Billion Years in Eight Chapters by Andrew Knoll

Prisoners of Geography by Tim Marshall

Understanding Beliefs by Nils Nilsson

1776 by David McCullough

The Life of the Mind by Hannah Arendt

Civilization: The West and the Rest by Niall Ferguson

How to Fight Anti-Semitism by Bari Weiss

Unflattening by Nick Sousanis

Marie Curie  by Agnieszka Biskup (en francais)

The Next Civil War by Stephen Marche

Fritz Haber, Volume 1 by David Vandermeulen

A Long Path of Immigration from Japan to Paris

 

Alexi runs a small Japanese restaurant on a narrow street with ten Asian restaurants just off Boulevard Saint-Michel near Luxembourg Gardens in Paris.  Although Alexi is ethnically Japanese, he does not speak Japanese. He is a native speaker of Russian who also speaks French and English.  

He came to Paris from Moscow twenty years ago with his mother when he was fifteen years old. He finished high school in Paris and went to university. He studied finance and worked in banking for a decade. Then several years ago, he decided to leave banking and open a restaurant. I have had Ramen, Donburi, and Curry at his restaurant. He is a really good cook. 

Soviet Flag, 1917-1923

In 1920, Alexi's great-grandparents left Japan and settled in Vladivostok. In the 1930s, they were sent from Vladivostok to Kazakstan. They were, in effect, pioneers. They had to build their own home and the town they lived in. Alexi's grandparents were born in Kazakstan. In the 1960s they moved to Moscow where Alexi's parents met and married.  

Soviet Flag 1930s to 1991

Alexi is about the same age as my daughters and his parents are both in their early 60s.  His mother still lives in Paris. His father still lives in Moscow. 

Russian Federation Flag

Alexi is worried for his father and about the war, but his father has no plans to leave.  

The path people take in life through different cultures at different times fascinates me.  Four generations of Alexi's family emigrated to very different cultures and set up a new life. Their path from Japan though Russia, Kazakstan, back to Russia and now to France is a saga of overcoming difficulties. 

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[Although I have lived in three countries outside of the US, it was with the Army on active duty in West Germany, Iraq and Kuwait. Even within the US, I have lived in seven states, but only in Massachusetts and Pennsylvania as a civilian. I lived in Colorado, Utah, Oklahoma, Texas, and Kentucky on active duty with the military.]  

 

Passage du Grand Cerf: "Passages" in Paris are Small Malls with Small Stores Between Large Buildings

The long hallway and skylight in Passage du Grand Cerf.

In Paris, especially in the area of north of the Louvre toward Montmarte, are more than a dozen shopping areas called Passages. They are actually passages between buildings, sometimes straight, sometimes turning corners.  Some of Passages have high ceilings and skylights, some have ceilings no more than the height of a storefront.  

Small restaurants and food stands are in most of the Passages.  The typical business is a boutique selling clothes or shoes or jewelry or crafts.  

Here are the businesses I saw in Passage du Grand Cerf.

 

"Jewish Politics" by Hannah Arendt. Published in 1942. So Relevant Now.

 

Hannah Arendt

In 1942 Hannah Arendt, philosopher, historian and refugee of Nazi Germany wrote the following essay.  As I read it, I felt myself sitting up straighter to pay better attention to what Arendt was saying about the Jewish people in the midst of World War II and why we need democracy and now always.  

I love Hannah Arendt's writing and thought.  This essay is among the best 900 words in all the millions of words she wrote.

Jewish Politics 

If the horrible catastrophe of European Jewry and the difficult, sad struggle to form a Jewish army and to gain recognition of the Jews as an ally of the United Nations result in our finally realizing that despite our millionaires and philanthropists we Jews are among the oppressed peoples of this earth, and that our Rothschilds have a better chance of becoming beggars or peddlers than our beggars and peddlers of becoming Rothschilds-if in other words this war politicizes us and pounds it into our heads that the struggle for freedom is tantamount to the struggle for existence, then and only then will our grandchildren be able to remember and mourn the dead and to live without shame. 

Those peoples who do not make history, but simply suffer it, tend to see themselves as the victims of meaningless, overpowering, inhuman events, tend to lay their hands in their laps and wait for miracles that never happen. If in the course of this war we do not awaken from this apathy, there will be no place for us in tomorrow's world-perhaps our enemies will not have succeeded in annihilating us totally, but those of us who are left will be little more than living corpses. 

The only political ideals an oppressed people can have are freedom and justice. Democracy can be their only form of organization. One of the most serious impediments to Jewish-and not just Jewish-politics is the fact that in our current intellectual world those ideals and that form of organization have been corrupted and dragged through the mud by an uprooted bohemianism. For almost fifty years now one generation after the next has declared their disdain for "abstract" ideas and their admiration for bestiality. Freedom and justice are considered concepts for feeble old men. The French Revolution's egalite, liberte, and fraternite are taken as signs of impotence, of an anemic will to power, and at best a pretext for better deals to be made. The so-called young generation--which ranges in age from twenty to seventy--demands cunning of their politicians but not character, opportunism but not principles, propaganda but not policies. It is a generation that has fallen into the habit of constructing its weltanschauung out of a vague trust in great men, out of blood and soil and horoscopes. The politics that grows out of this mentality is called realpolitik. Its central figures are the businessman who winds up being a politician convinced that politics is just a huge, oversized business deal with huge, oversized wins and losses, and the gangster who declares, "When I hear the word culture I reach for my revolver." Once "abstract" ideas had been replaced by "concrete" stock market speculation, it was easy for abstract justice to give way before concrete revolvers. What looked like a rebellion against all moral values has led to a kind of collective idiocy: anyone who can see farther than the tip of his own nose is said to live in a fantasy world. What looked like a rebellion against intellect has led to organized turpitude-might makes right. 

Disdain for democracy and the worship of dictatorial forms of organization are especially fatal for small, oppressed peoples, who depend on the firm commitment of each individual. They least of all can forgo a democratic frame of mind, by which, as Clemenceau put it during the Dreyfus affair, the affairs of each individual are the affairs of all. In a dictatorship the individual has no political meaning-no matter how many of them wear uniforms because the individual no longer has any sense of responsibility for anything beyond staying alive himself. Once the order from "higher up" is given, any number of SA men marching in ranks can be shot on the spot without bringing the parade to a halt. Each man is ready and willing to step over the corpse of his neighbor and march on. And once the businessman's opportunism has suffocated peoples and nations by atomizing them in a politics of cliques and clans, despotism takes this atomization to its logical conclusion, until finally sons denounce their own fathers, neighbors and friends denounce one another, for the sake of their careers or personal security. 

Almost across the board, Jewish politics, to the extent that it exists at all, is run by people who have likewise grown up-without ever growing powerful!-worshipping power and opportunistic success. Their abhorrence for principles, their fear of betting on the wrong horse, their admiration of those who hold power on this earth, and their reluctance to mobilize the energies of their own people have cost us the deployment of a Jewish army. In the midst of the monstrous turmoil the world now finds itself in, those who are unwilling to take any risks are certain to lose everything. The time for compromises is past. Those who think they can live on their knees will learn that it is better to live and die standing up. We do not need any opportunistic practitioners of realpolitik, but we certainly do not need any "Fuhrers" either. The trouble is, first, that a great many organizations and bureaucracies are working to prevent radical democrats from speaking to our people; and second, that our people-those who are not yet behind barbed wire-are so demoralized by having been ruled by philanthropists for 150 years that they find it very difficult to begin to relearn the language of freedom and justice.

From the book The Jewish Writings, pp 241-3

The Arts Tunnel--Jardin Tuilleries, Paris

 

Several years ago, Paris closed a tunnel for cars that is more than a mile long on the north bank of the Seine. The tunnel runs between Pont Neuf and Jardin Tuilleries. The city government opened the tunnel 21 July of this year to bicycle and pedestrian traffic. 

Before the tunnel opened artists were given forty-meter long stretches of concrete wall four meters high to paint--whatever. Street artists were also given forty-meter wall sections for their art. 

The result is hundreds of strange and beautiful and vivid works of art lining walls. My late afternoon walk through the tunnel was noisier than I expected because nearly all of the bicycles going though the tunnel were commuters on electric bikes. I counted five pedal bikes in a half hour.  Bikes were also far more numerous than pedestrians. 

Jardin Tuilerries  entrance at the west end of the tunnel

The ends of the tunnel are beautiful parts of the Paris landscape. Musee D'Orsay is on the south side of river opposite the Jardin Tuilleries entrance. Ile de Cite and Pont Neuf are at the east end of the tunnel. 

Pont Neuf at the east end of the tunnel