Biographical & Family

Born right at the beginning of World War II and four years before the first atomic bomb, living without electricy or indoor plumbing until I was 15 and at 20 a weapons control mechanic for a plane that carried infrared missiles and atomic rockets. Life has changed much in my lifetime. As I look backward and forward in time I'm in awe, at what we have been and what we could become.

The purpose of the Critical Mass Machine is to meet the basic needs of all people, to preserve and restore the planet. And to end war.

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The Red Hills of Kansas

Here you will find my roots in southcentral Kansas, the account of a family trip into the Gyp Hill and to Busters in Sun City. Medicine Lodge, Flower Pot Mound the Pilgram Bard and more.



Here is a short story based on my experience in a particular field, overlooking a large pasture of native bluestem and buffalo grass. In the distance Medicine Lodge and beyond that, through a white fog from the gyp mill, the Gyp Hills.

Attack Geometry

This is a story of my four years of service with the United States Air Force [1960-1964]. From life on a Kansas farm without electricity in 1955 to a weapons control mechanic for the F-101B Voodoo interceptor, with a payload of two GAR infrared missiles and two Genie nuclear rockets. [The story is a work in progress and will be evolving. Meet the U.S. Air Force in 1960, Marin County California in 1961 and a front row seat to the Cuban Missle Crisis in 1962.