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Former VFP-62 CO and DFC Recipient, CAPT William Ecker, USN-Ret Passes Away

On Oct. 19, 1962, the Pentagon’s Bureau of Aeronautics contacted Koch while he and Ecker were fishing in Orange Park, Fla. The bureau had a top-security mission in mind. “They called up and said, ‘Can you really take pictures this good?’ ” Ecker recalled. “We said not only ‘yes’ but ‘hell yes.’ ” A few days later, Ecker got his assignment to fly over Cuba. Ecker and the pilot of a plane that flew just off his starboard wing were assigned to photograph a suspected missile site at San Cristobal. After the Havana skyline appeared, Ecker banked to the west, flying right over a fleet of Cuban trawlers.

Despite that warning, the jets proved too fast for Cuban air-defense gunners. The flight time over Cuba totaled only 4 minutes. “You could see the popcorn in your mirrors,” Ecker said, referring to the white puffs of smoke left by anti-aircraft fire. “But we never got hit.” One of the jet’s photos even captured a soldier scrambling from an outhouse. More importantly, the photos also showed soldiers conducting activities around missile bases.

“Then it got kind of hectic,” Ecker recalled. “We were flying right into the granddaddy of all thunderstorms. We’re talking a wall of clouds rising to 50,000, 60,000 feet. “Here I’ve got the pictures, and if the airplane gets busted all to pieces, it wouldn’t do anybody any good,” Ecker said. At the last second, Ecker saw a jet-sized hole open up in the clouds. “It was just a sunspot,” he said. “I said, ‘Burners, now!’ We popped out the top.”

On November 5th, 2009 CAPT William Ecker, USN-Ret passed away at the age of 85 near his home in Punta Gorda, Florida. Born in Omaha, Nebraska, he joined the Navy in October 1942 and completed fight training in April 1944. From there he was assigned to VF-10, embarked in USS Intrepid (CV-11) and flew combat operations in the Pacific Theater until he left the squadron in November 1945. A series of assignments at sea and ashore stretched through the following decade until he reported for duty in Research & Development at the Bureau of Aeronautics and Bureau of Naval Weapons from 1958 to 1961. After that he reported to VFP-62 as the Commanding Officer where he played a critical role in leading the first and subsequent low-level reconnaissance missions over Cuba to confirm the presence of medium-range ballistic missiles emplaced by the Soviet Union. He was awarded the DFC and VFP-62, the first peacetime Presidential Unit Citation in a ceremony attended by President Kennedy.

Following VFP-62, Captain Ecker became the Head of Naval Photography and Reconnaissance in the Office of the Chief of Naval Operations until he was ordered to the Naval War College in 1966. While at the Naval War College, he received his Master of Science degree and after language training, he reported to the Military Assistance Advisory Group, Denmark, as Chief, Navy Section.

He commanded the Naval Air Technical Training Unit, which included the Naval Schools of Photography, for one year before being ordered to report to the Office of the Chief of Naval Operations in September 1971. From there, he retired in 1974.

(h/t Msgt Tony Tang USMC Retired for bringing it to my attention)

On this Veterans Day…

We all would like to thank our noblest of men and women, our veterans!  These are those among us who have all answered the “Call of Duty.” 

The sacrifices you make so that we may be free, to live a life of our own choosing, our own making, go unrecognized all too often by many caught up in the daily trivialities of life.  Yet, specifically on this day, we call attention where attention is needed.  On those of you who have not shirked the responsibilities of Duty over Self.  And on this day… We Thank You!

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields. – Lt.-Col. John McCrae

And… if you have not taken the time to listen to one of the greatest speeches in the annals of American Rhetoric, I highly recommend listening once again to the immortal words of General Douglas McArthur as he addressed the Corps of Cadets at West Point in his acceptance of the Thayer Award and his farewell to the Long Gray Line.  It does not matter what uniform we wear or have worn, his words ring true for all that serve this great country.

Listen here: [link]

…Duty, Honor, Country: Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be. They are your rallying points: to build courage when courage seems to fail; to regain faith when there seems to be little cause for faith; to create hope when hope becomes forlorn.

Unhappily, I possess neither that eloquence of diction, that poetry of imagination, nor that brilliance of metaphor to tell you all that they mean.

The unbelievers will say they are but words, but a slogan, but a flamboyant phrase. Every pedant, every demagogue, every cynic, every hypocrite, every troublemaker, and I am sorry to say, some others of an entirely different character, will try to downgrade them even to the extent of mockery and ridicule.

But these are some of the things they do. They build your basic character. They mold you for your future roles as the custodians of the nation's defense. They make you strong enough to know when you are weak, and brave enough to face yourself when you are afraid. They teach you to be proud and unbending in honest failure, but humble and gentle in success; not to substitute words for actions, not to seek the path of comfort, but to face the stress and spur of difficulty and challenge; to learn to stand up in the storm but to have compassion on those who fall; to master yourself before you seek to master others; to have a heart that is clean, a goal that is high; to learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; to reach into the future yet never neglect the past; to be serious yet never to take yourself too seriously; to be modest so that you will remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength. They give you a temper of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a freshness of the deep springs of life, a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of an appetite for adventure over love of ease. They create in your heart the sense of wonder, the unfailing hope of what next, and the joy and inspiration of life. They teach you in this way to be an officer and a gentleman.

And what sort of soldiers are those you are to lead? Are they reliable? Are they brave? Are they capable of victory? Their story is known to all of you. It is the story of the American man-at-arms. My estimate of him was formed on the battlefield many, many years ago, and has never changed. I regarded him then as I regard him now -- as one of the world's noblest figures, not only as one of the finest military characters, but also as one of the most stainless. His name and fame are the birthright of every American citizen. In his youth and strength, his love and loyalty, he gave all that mortality can give.

He needs no eulogy from me or from any other man. He has written his own history and written it in red on his enemy's breast. But when I think of his patience under adversity, of his courage under fire, and of his modesty in victory, I am filled with an emotion of admiration I cannot put into words. He belongs to history as furnishing one of the greatest examples of successful patriotism. He belongs to posterity as the instructor of future generations in the principles of liberty and freedom. He belongs to the present, to us, by his virtues and by his achievements. In 20 campaigns, on a hundred battlefields, around a thousand campfires, I have witnessed that enduring fortitude, that patriotic self-abnegation, and that invincible determination which have carved his statue in the hearts of his people. From one end of the world to the other he has drained deep the chalice of courage.

As I listened to those songs [of the glee club], in memory's eye I could see those staggering columns of the First World War, bending under soggy packs, on many a weary march from dripping dusk to drizzling dawn, slogging ankle-deep through the mire of shell-shocked roads, to form grimly for the attack, blue-lipped, covered with sludge and mud, chilled by the wind and rain, driving home to their objective, and for many, to the judgment seat of  God.

I do not know the dignity of their birth, but I do know the glory of their death. They died unquestioning, uncomplaining, with faith in their hearts, and on their lips the hope that we would go on to victory. Always, for them: Duty, Honor, Country; always their blood and sweat and tears, as we sought the way and the light and the truth.

More…

To all veterans, the Tailhook Daily Briefing thanks you for your service and sacrifice, we here do not need a day set aside every year to remind us, but we are glad their is a day, to remind the rest!

At Tun Tavern

Stars were born…

Semper Fi!!!  Devil Dogs!

Ghosts of Naval Air

I thought I dedicate this Halloween post to a little paranormal in our Aviation Navy.  Most Tailhookers are not too concerned with ‘Things that go bump in the night”… cuz usually it’s us!

However there are a number of haunting tales told about sightings of strange humanesque shapes walking the passageways of long retired flattops like the Oriskany, the Midway and many others.  However probably the most famous Ghost of an Aircraft Carrier is “Charly” the well mannered, well dressed former sailor of the USS Lexington who perished in a Kamikaze attack on Halloween night 1944 off the coast of the Philippines   .

[Charly]  - a white-uniformed, blue-eyed young seaman who has been known to tell the tales of the ship to museum visitors who have come to tour her. Only this tour guide is a ghost.

Staff of the floating museum call him "Charly". Visitors have often called him helpful. But whatever you call him, the neatly-dressed sailor in white is not part of the museum staff, but reportedly  a former crew member that simply failed to depart the ship after giving up his life…

On a Corpus Christi Caller-Times web site, as many as 200 visitors to the museum have reported encounters with Charly. Without exception, the reports indicate the ghostly seaman is a "polite young man" that seems to share a great deal of information about the Lexington's engine room far below deck.

[More here]

Charly is rumored to primarily frequent the engine spaces and the lower decks of the ship known to the Japanese as “The Gray Ghost” (due to the Japanese, having mistakenly thought they had sunk her no fewer than four times, yet she kept returning).

Charly has become so much of an accepted part of the Lexington’s lore that even a web cam has been installed in the engine spaces.  In one now infamous image taken by this camera, one can possibly make out what appears to be a crewman standing in space.

 

Many visitors to the ship claim to this day feeling the presence of numerous spirits as they tour the decks.

Visitors say they feel a cold chill when they pass the room and one claimed to have seen something moving around in the darkness of the empty engine room. Another said he saw the engineer’s ghost looking intently at the engine as though trying to fix something.

Others have told stories of feeling something hurriedly push past them, hearing footsteps in the halls, being in the bathroom when the lights turned on and off by themselves and being in bed and feeling the covers beging tugged off them.

Recently, some cadets were staying overnight on the USS Lexington. They got up during the night and ran around the ship on a dare. Running through the engine room, they came face to face with the ghost of the dead crewman.

I’ll leave you all with that image, wishing you all a fun, safe, and Happy Halloween!

If you have any navy ghost stories you’d like to share please feel free to add them to the comments, just click “Comment” below and have at it.

Passing Gas with the A’Rabs of VA-115

This weekend, I’ve had the distinct pleasure of being on a great email thread of ‘One-Up-manship’.  I thought I’d share with our fellow Tailhookers.

The boys of VA-115 Arabs, pronounced “A-Rabs” (class of ‘70-‘72) have been encouraged at the behest of Dave “Snako” Kelly to tell some of their best Tanker (KA-6D) episodes, or at least whatever they could remember…

This invite has borne some great “There we were… upside down, with the number one flamed out!… no moon, and my BN read’n a girly mag by flashlight!”  tales!  The remembrances have also pointed to the fantastic camaraderie shared by that great squadron during their trials over Vietnam.

Squadron mates the likes of: Jack Keegan, Rob '”Toon” Ponton, Dave “Snako” Kelly, Jim Horsley, Thom Watson, John Koch, Paul Barrish, Mike Nettles, and “Hoagy” Carmichael all chimed in with their memories of flying the “Gas Giving Drumbstick!”

At risk of losing my clearance, I will share a few of these tales… Hell, I did receive the permission from the Skipper and the instigator though, so my butt is partially covered!

It all began with Dave Kelly--

All:  There has been a dialog going on about tanker missions, and some of the associated sea stories.  I really enjoy these, because they really speak to professionalism in Naval Aviation, i.e., whatever the mission you do it the best possible way that it can be done.  There may have been a lot of things about the Navy that I thought were done in a less than optimal way, but the crews in 115 seemed to be particularly adept at completing the mission in the best way possible.  (I think this says a great deal about leadership, because it couldn’t be attributed to all us loose-cannon JOs!)

Skipper Hoagy wrote the following email describing a tanker mission  he and Roger flew where ADJ1 Wells ‘pre-started’ the aircraft for him.  This particularly struck a chord with me, because Wells was one of my guys as Power Plants Branch Officer during the first cruise.  During the second cruise Pat Wells became the Power Plants Flight Deck Trouble-Shooter.  (I imagine this was where he started the Skipper’s plane.)

From Hoagy Carmichael…

Sorta funny how a subject like tanker mission could get so many of us to go look in our log books to see when we flew a tanker mission. Well, I did the same and I did fly a few… believe me I did.

I can only remember one flight that will always be with me. I was the ready tanker pilot one night when we… I think Roger was my BN… were both sitting Ready 5, in full flight gear of course, when we got the call to launch the Ready Tanker. 

Roger and I hightailed to the flight deck. Yep there it was behind the island, tail over the edge and Air Boss telling us to “Hurry Up!!! (are there any other words in an Air Boss’s vocabulary?)

As we approached the plane, we were met by 1st class Wells, he said, “Skipper I have already checked the plane over and started the starboard engine!”

I have to admit, I was a little surprised, but Wells was so good in my eyes, that I didn't think twice and climbed in. As I remember we launched, gave fuel to the Phantoms and recovered on that recovery cycle.  All thanks to the initiative of Pat Wells.

Back to Snake…

I had an experience with Wells on the flight deck that was rather interesting.  I think it was the one and only plane I downed on the Cat.  (And I think, like most of us, if Maintenance said it could fly, then we flew it.)

WARNING - SEA STORY TO FOLLOW (“this is no shit”):  John Koch and I were scheduled for a day Alpha.  We manned-up, taxied to the Cat, and ran up our engines.  We heard a muffled explosion of some kind, and we went to suspend.  Once we were secure Wells came up my ladder, and Bud Wilson came up John’s.  Bud was giving me a violent thumbs up.  I turned to Wells and shouted for his opinion.  Wells gave me a thumbs down.  I turned to Bud and he was glaring at Wells and still violently indicating thumbs up.  At that point I think my Irish temper got the best of me.  I invited Bud to climb into the right seat in John’s place, if he really felt that plane was ready to go. 

…We were then shut down and towed off the Cat.

Petty Officer Wells was really an exceptional sailor.  I never heard from him after I left active duty.  I did write a recommendation for him to go to the Warrant Officer Program, and I know he was accepted into that program.  (If anyone has any contact with him, I would like to touch base.)

Thom Wilson added one from there…

This exchange has caused me to recall various tanker missions, and one stands out – It had nothing to do with the amount of gas passed, however. Bob Wilson and I had gassed up the F-4’s and had the rest of the cycle to kill. Bored, we decided to test the KA-6 service ceiling, and began a slow orbit over the ship gradually increasing altitude – as I recall, we got to about 60,000 feet before positive pressure breathing started –…

Just before we reached 63K or so, we were shocked to see a contrail over our heads – way over our heads, at least another 15-20K above us! The contrail was headed north, and approaching Hainan Island –

We reported what we were observing to the ship – concerned that whatever it was we saw would soon enter Chinese airspace – A few minutes later “Jehovah” came up on the radio, and told us that we had not seen anything and to forget it. We decided it was a SR-71 mission (what else could make that altitude and with complete deniability?)

Then Jack Keegan made the scene with a great tale of how well a cross-decked Air Force exchange puke fared with the A-Rabs!

I'll relate the most interesting tanker hop that I had.  It was during the second cruise and I had an Air Force puke in the right seat (standard drill to get them a cat shot and trap).  We were Barcap and the F4 guys were Mugs and Mike Rabb (LSO) from 161.  As you all know, at that point in the war, the F4 guys were always painting MIGs over the north, but the guys in control would never let them engage.  I can still hear one of the F4 guys telling the control guys (whoever they were) that they had bogeys and wanted permission to engage.  The response was always quick and was always "Negative".  This time, the control guys said "Standby"..I about jumped out of my skin.  You probably remember that they engaged and that Mugs shot down both MIGs.  What you might not know is that he shot the second MIG off Mike's tail and that Mike was freaked because he was out of gas and still over the North. 

This is the good part.  I called Mike and asked him where he was and where he was headed.  I told him that I would rendezvous with him and headed west toward feet dry.  The AF puke went nuts and told me that I couldn't do this because we had no ECM, etc.  Not that I was a smart ass in those days, but I think that I said to him "Watch me!".  We never went feet dry, but were probably in the SAM envelope when he plugged.  The AF puke was ghost white as I remember.  Rob made it back and the ship was actually cooperative as we were cleared straight in from many miles north.

I don't think that many of you knew this story.  Didn't want the old guys (senior officers) to lose any more hair than they already had, so I kept it to myself...

Don't know what happen to the AF puke.

This was not the only yarn to include the infamous Mugs McKuen, as Snake recalls…

I was taking a midi up in the right seat of a KA-6D somewhere in the summer of the 2^nd cruise.  We were suppose to tank the F-4s in the Alpha on their way to the beach.  A whole covey of Charger  F-4s (VF-161) pulled up on my left wing, and there was something very unusual about Charger Lead.  (I would find out later that it was Mugs McKuen).  He gave me a hand-sign to take fuel, and I extended the drogue as he slid in behind me. 

After taking several thousand pounds of fuel, Mugs disengaged, and Charger Two slid into position.  Mugs pulled up on my right wing to wait for the rest of the tanking.  It was at that point I asked the midi to get the side number on the F-4 on our right wing.  The midi turned in his seat, and then he stammered something loudly into the ICS, turned to me, and started waving his arms.  It turns out during this whole evolution, Mugs had his helmet off, and he had donned a full monkey head Halloween mask.  When the midi turned to look at the F-4 all he could see in the front cockpit was a gorilla flying the aircraft.  I guess that sort of blew him away.

Jack Keegan confirms…

I can validate the Mugs Monkey story.  He did the same thing with me and a Middie.  I told the Middie that the fighter losses were heavy and they were training anybody/anything they could...

The legendary Jim Horsley then called out…

TOON—I’d love to hear your rendition of our day overhead tanker flight when directed to give everything we had to boltering Phantoms. You mentioned something about a low fuel light before we ever started down...never saw the ship on the 1^st pass. And the rest of the story??....Toon, over to you!  -JIM

Rob “Toon” Ponton obliged…

Horse et al,

My youngest son says he worries about my wife and me because one of us forgets and the other makes it up.

Couple thoughts:

1. Over the years, I suppose “naïve confidence” or “clueless confidence” may have been applied to my general outlook. But I gotta tell ya, Horse, being crewed with Snake and then you turned a bunch of that confidence into “informed confidence.” Truth to tell, failure simply wasn’t an option for any of us Arabs.

2. I remember saying/thinking something along the lines of “1460 pounds of fuel plus 200/minus 100; the stand pipe’s in the back of the service tank; so being in a descent we got 1660 pounds remaining instead of 1360”.

3. I remember you saying something about “tighten your lap belt and check your face curtain just in case”.

4. As I recall, MIDWAY had the best damned CATCC in the fleet. Didn’t we have to fly case 2 or case 3 all the time following loss of the E-2 at the end of the first deployment? Our controllers were damned good and would set us up well. A “short turn in” was no problem for them or for us.

5. You stayed on the instruments and my eyes were outside.

6. Fuzz was on the platform. His “roger ball” call would calm any “wobbly knees”.

7. Finally, as you well know, I was blessed with a short memory, so “interesting flights” were quickly forgotten, but only after completing Spook’s award folder notes.

For whatever reason, I’ve come to realize the VA-115 Arabs were something special. For all of our individual failings, be it a forgotten MR switch; forgotten external light switch at night, “feet dry” or selecting “nose” vice “tail” on the ACU panel resulting in 12 snake eye retards vice slick, we made us some quality history.

Toon

Well, there you have a taste, many more tales were exchanged and I may be inclined to add a few in the future...  I would like to thank all of the Arabs for sharing pieces of our Naval Aviation History!

I also extend the invite to any other squadron to share your tales here on our pages, especially as we approach the Centennial of Naval Aviation in 2011, we will then all be called on to help share our heritage!

If you have any tales you would like to share, please feel free to email me directly {here} -- JC

Note:  Many of the images used to help tell these tales are from Buzz Nau’s great USS Midway Historical Site CV41.org a wonderfully nostalgic visit for all you former USS Midway and Airwing 5 guys.

Flightdeck Friday: Midway POV - Wade McClusky

Written narratives and biographies are important and a primary research source. However, when one has the opportunity to listen to a narrative, especially of one who was there and played a key role in a major event - that is even better. Courtesy friend and contributor to this blog, LCDR George Walsh, USN-Ret, himself a dive bomber pilot from the Pacific theater (SB2C Helldiver) comes a clip of a radio interview with then RDML Wade McClusky, USN-Ret conducted on the 30th anniversary of the Battle of Midway and a few short years before he left this life for greener pastures. - SJS

(click here to listen) → C.Wade McClusky, Radio interview 1972

Rear Admiral Clarence Wade McClusky, Jr., USN (Retired), (1902-1976)

Clarence W. McClusky, Jr. was born in Buffalo, New York, on 1 June 1902. He graduated from the U.S. Naval Academy in 1926 and became a Naval Aviator three years later. Over the next decade, he served in several air units, as well as on command staffs, as an instructor at the Naval Academy and at shore facilities. In 1940 he was assigned to Fighting Squadron Six (VF-6), based on USS Enterprise (CV-6), and assumed command of that squadron in April 1941.

Lieutenant Commander McClusky became Enterprise air group commander in April 1942. During the Battle of Midway, while leading his air group's scout bombers on 4 June 1942, he made the critical tactical decision that led to the destruction of the Japanese aircraft carriers Kaga and Akagi, thus making a vital contribution to the outcome of that pivotal battle. Later in World War II, he commanded the escort carrier USS Corregidor (CVE-58).

Captain McClusky served in a variety of staff and shore positions in the later 1940s. During the Korean War, he was Chief of Staff to the Commanders of the First and Seventh Fleets. He commanded Naval Air Station, Glenview, Illinois, in 1952-53, and the Boston Group of the Atlantic Reserve Fleet in 1954-56. Clarence W. McClusky, Jr., retired from active duty in July 1956. At that time, in recognition of his vital contributions to the outcome of World War II, he was advanced to Flag rank. Rear Admiral McClusky died on 27 June 1976.

USS McClusky (FFG-41) was named in his honor.

234 Years Ago

When we numbered… Two…  ships of cloth and wood, but the same men of steel who sail our fleet today!

http://www.history.navy.mil/birthday.htm 

 

Happy Birthday Navy!

For you NASA Historians, We Have a Request

TDB Reader, Diana Solomon has an interesting question she posted in the comments of one of our B-52 articles. 

She asks:

Can anyone tell me what the symbols on the B 52's that carried and dropped the X15 are. There is B52 sitting in Hickham AFB right now with 3 symbols of the x15 one nose down one nose up and one nose straight. We were wondering if this stands for the 3 flights and the condition at the end of the 3 flights.

Maybe someone out there has a Father or a Grandfather who flew or was crew. Thanks

- Diana Solomon

Well?… Anyone?  SteelJaw?  Hoot?   Pony up in the comments.

-JC

Docu-Drama “A Day in the Life of CVN CO, Mike Manazir”

Created a year ago or so… by LTJG Rivera and IS2 Wulwick, the following chronicles a day in the life of then CO of the Nimitz, Capt. Mike “Nasty” Manazir.

As accurate as any Michael Moore film for sure!!!

Enjoy!

 

 

The Producers would also like to thank their primary sponsor.

Photos From the Fleet… NAS Fallon Airshow

Hard to believe it was already a week ago that many of us Tailhookers were under the searing sunshine in Churchill County watching the fine folks at NAS Fallon demonstrate their capabilities.  But for this week’s Photos from the Fleet, I present you with a few select images from the show. (Clicking the image will deliver you to a larger image and the gallery of more relating to the airshow). Enjoy… –JC

Above is a time lapse panoramic of the Blue Angels Solos Departure.  The original image is approximately 32” tall by 187” wide!  Anyone have a wall you want covered?!

 

There you have it… All of these images are under my copyright, If for any reason you would like larger versions or permission to use any of these images, simply e-mail me, and I’ll see what I can do. ;-)

The invite to contribute is, as always, extended to all readers of the Tailhook Daily Briefing.  Anyone… amateur, professional, hobbyist, Active Duty, Retired, Civilian… you name it all can contribute!  It can be of current operations in the fleet, or of our valued history.  All I ask is that it is yours to distribute (or that you have been granted permission to send it to me for purposes of publication) here on The Daily Briefing.  Simply send me an email with your attached .jpg (or pretty much any other photo file format, I do have Photoshop CS3 to convert to a web image if need be.)  Please provide the story behind the image (if there is one) and details about the individuals in the images.  And be sure to include your name to receive proper credit for the image.  Providing photo data, ie. what type of camera, lens, shutter speed, aperture etc is not necessary but welcomed as many of us are fellow photographers and would love to know how specific compelling images are captured.

Please send your pictures and stories directly to me by clicking this e-mail link [ JC’s E-Mail ] and be sure to attach the image and include an appropriate subject in the e-mail so you don’t get spam filtered out.