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Nat – Part II

April 10, 2020 by Rick Kinnaird 1 Comment

On Day 1175 I spoke about my friend Nat Kobitz, who died earlier this month.

There are a few more stories that I’d like to relate.

The Deck in Maine
where my parents retired

One involves my dad. He worked for Perkin Elmer. Dad was the seventh employee. He was hired directly by Dick Perkin. The company eventually grew to over 20,000 employees (and then the MBAs took over and ruined it.)

Perkin Elmer was famous for optical systems. They put the optical guts in, as far as I know, ever major telescope installed in the U.S. and every camera that went into space and every military aircraft.  From the camera that went into the B-29 to film the bombing of Nagasaki and Hiroshima to the mirror for the Hubble Space Telescope (with the periscope for Alan Shepard and the U2 camera in between ).

Many of these systems were designed by Jim Baker. He worked independently and handed the designs off to PE to manufacture. My Uncle George did the work on Stratascope I, a Jim Baker design, that used a high altitude balloon to do photography from the edge of outer space. 

My dad said Carl Shapley, head of the astronomy department at Princeton University, used to say that he could never figure out who was smarter Einstein or Jim Baker. 

One of Dad’s big projects was The Baker-Schmidt Camera system. These were cameras designed for recording the paths of meteors as they entered the atmosphere. Dick Perkin had been talking to Stan Whipple (I think it was Stan) at the end of the war (WWII) and PE was looking for work. Mr. Perkin called up my dad who was running the shop while Mr. Perkin was out looking for business. He told Dad what they wanted to do and wanted to know how much it would cost to do the job. Dad told him not to touch it for under $50,000. Mr. Perkin came back with an order for two and a check for $10,000. He told Dad, “that’s all the money they had and when they get more they said they’d give it to us.” 

Just an example of the good old days. Yes, they got more money.

To cut costs on the project Mr. Perkin went to the Bureau of Standards and got them interested in the project. 

The basic idea was to have two cameras spaced at a set distance apart. Each camera was to have 150 degree view of the sky. When an astronomer saw a meteor streaking across the sky, they were to push a button which would have both cameras being taking photographs. The cameras shutter, as my father described it, was like a whirling fan blade. In this way when the photo was developed the streaking meteor’s tail would be interrupted by the fan blade. The two cameras’ photographs could be compared against background of stars and by triangulation they could figure out the altitude of the meteor. The interruption of the meteor’s tail and the measurement of its length could be calculated because they would know the speed of the fan blade and thus figure out the speed of the meteor. Dad used to say once they put the first set in place they had more data on meteors in a month than had been collected in the rest of time. 

When I told this story to Nat he said, “You know that shutter was very interesting. It was really two prisms that tumbled …” 

Now, how many people in the world know what the Baker-Schmidt camera is, let alone how the shudder operated?

In a minor addendum, to make such a lens at the time was very difficult. I think it was on this job that they were looking for the best naturally occurring quartz they could find. There was a fellow that showed up at Perkin Elmer and he had the best quartz they had ever seen. He said he got it from a hidden location in Mexico. He took off in a plane for Mexico and was never heard from again.

When I told this story to Tom Crouch of the Smithsonian he said, “No that’s not true. He crashed in Mexico.” He sent me the copy of the file clipping. I’d love to see that again Tom!

And a final final note on this story, polishing a lens or mirror is a real art. The best guy to polish such a lens was a fellow Perkin tried to hire. He said he wasn’t interested. He wanted to be a sculptor, and according to Dad, he is the artist who did the giant bust of Kennedy in The Kennedy Center Grand Hallway.

But, as Arlo Guherie is want to say, “That isn’t what I came here to talk to you about.”

Nope, what I wanted to tell you was on the last visit with Nat, the one where we went back to the house after the matzo ball soup, we got onto the subject of computers and what I had done with my life. (Teaching people about them.)

He told a story of a woman who came into his shop and all the other women seemed to really like her. Actually, to be in awe of her. The lady had lost her command and was thinking of leaving the Navy. Nat didn’t know who she was but he determined that the other women thought she was someone special. He gave her a job.

He couldn’t think of her name, but she had had something to do with computers. “What was her name?” he asked himself.

There was only woman I knew who had been involved with computers in the Navy. It was a long shot, but I said, “Grace Hopper?”

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s her name.”

“Grace Hopper, the woman who started coding on the Mark I, created one of the first linkers that led to the invention of COBOL (Seems New Jersey could use her now.)

“The woman who used to walk the halls of Congress with a coil of wire on her shoulder and another piece of wire about 2 1/2 feet long so she could show Congressional people the difference between how far light traveled in a millisecond versus a nanosecond.

That Grace Hopper?”

“Yeah, that’s her name.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grace_Hopper

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Day 1178 – Us versus “Yes, but”

April 10, 2020 by Rick Kinnaird Leave a Comment

Day 1178 – Us versus “Yes, but”

Friday April 10, 2020 

205 Days until the election on November 3rd

285 Days until the Inauguration on January 20, 2021

There are a million ways to illustrate the point.

Nelson Mandela said, “It’s impossible until it isn’t.” It took him over 27 years.

There is a fundamental argument going on in this country and it’s been going on for as long as I can remember. Essentially, it’s “Yes, but … people won’t go for it.”

“Do you want cheaper better health care?”

“Do you want to be protected from gun violence?”

“Do you think everyone deserves …?”

In another form the argument is the one I frequently raise, “Do you agree that a rising tide raises all boats?”

Sometimes this is nuanced with a “Yeah, but they don’t deserve to have their boat float.”

Or I’ve heard another variant on the boat idea recently. A person in the boat takes out a drill and starts drilling a hole under their seat. “Don’t you realize that if you drill that hole the boat will sink?”,  “It’s my drill, my seat, and there is work to be done.”

The corona virus is showing us our humanity, both the good and the bad. 

The fundamental question seems to be, “Are we in this together or not?”

If you choose “not” then you are betting that the virus won’t kill you.

If you choose “together” then you have to pitch in, or at least not stand in the way, of helping others. The “others” is everyone else: the poor, the homeless, the people in Africa, everyone because this virus doesn’t care what you think or who you are.

Good night and good luck.*

205 Days until the election on November 3rd

285 Days until the Inauguration on January 20, 2021

* Edward R. Murrow’s nightly sign off. 

(Look him up. You’e gott google.)

PS Elvis! ( What do you mean it’s out of focus? You need to get new glasses. Shaky Camera? No, that’s called ‘Cinema Verite’ What are you a moron? )

Elvis!

Note: In this out of focus shaky photo the author is impersonating Elvis Presley singing or trying to sing “Blue Christmas” for which he can’t remember all the words, nor hold a tune. It was great. “I think it was the best Elvis impersonation ever.” 

“Stunning” – The Times

“One for the ages” – The Tribune

“Soon to be a classic” – The Herald

“It stank” – little Tommy **

** There is no “little Tommy” I made it up based on an old cartoon. Geez. (See note on Elvis above.)

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Day 1177 – Fox Viewers – You Have a Choice

April 9, 2020 by Rick Kinnaird Leave a Comment

Day 1177 – Fox Viewers – You Have a Choice

Thursday April 9, 2020 

206 Days until the election on November 3rd

286 Days until the Inauguration on January 20, 2021

Are you a Fox viewer?

Do you get all or most of your information from Fox?

If so I would like to tell you about the big choice you have in front of you.

It’s a matter of life and death, so you might be interested.

The president wants to open the country up “soon.” He at one point said Easter, which is April 12th. He has now backed off of that date.

Fox news commentators, notably Laura Ingraham, Tucker Carlson, Brit Hume and Sean Hannity have been saying things like:

– This virus is no worse than a bad flu.

( I was going to make a list but let’s stop it at one. )

I won’t pass judgement on whether or not you think or believe this to be true.

I will give you the numbers. The flu kills .1% of those affected. This virus kills 3.2% of those affected. For one thousand people who get the flu one dies. For one thousand getting the Corona virus 32 die. I leave it to your opinion if 32 dying is no worse than one dying. For me, I think it is, but it’s your life, your opinion.

The president and the Fox News folks want you to resume normal life as soon as possible. I ask you do you want to increase your chances of dying by 3200%? If so, well than you know whose advice to follow.

However, if you go out, catch this virus and get sick, and go to the hospital you will be taking up a space and taxing people who are working there in an already stressed system.

The president and Fox News have been pushing the idea that a malaria drug can stop this flu. It can’t.

Super Moon as giant white streak due to shaky camera
Killer Asteroid

By pushing this idea the supply of this drug has evaporated and there are people who really need it, like people that have malaria. Also, it helps people who have Lupus. That’s been shown. Maybe, you don’t know anyone with malaria or Lupus, but do you know anyone that has a heart? I’m talking a physical heart. You know the thing that is beating in your chest that keeps you alive. Yeah, that kind of heart, not the namby-pamby “Anyone who had a heart”* kind of heart. Turns out this malaria medicine can stop a beating heart. You might want to consider that before taking. And, oh yes, it’s poison. Not like “ugh you’re poisoness.” No I’m talking, “Ugh POISON call 911” poison. Taken incorrectly or too much it can kill you. I thought you might want to know that because I haven’t heard the president or any of the Fox News folks mention it. Just sayin’

There is now an ongoing attack, verbally mostly but some of physical harm, against Dr. Fauci. Also, your Fox friends are attacking not only him but Dr. Brix, and Bill Gates.

It seems that those at Fox think that Fauci, Brix, and Gates are way overstating the seriousness of the case. I guess they at Fox should know. I mean how long have they been concerned and warning us about this? Oh, I’m sorry, they haven’t started. Bill Gates has given talks on this problem since 2015. Fauci has spent his whole life studying this sort of thing and he’s nearly 80. Brix? Same M.O.

So you can believe them or you can believe Fox and Trump. It’s your call, but if it wouldn’t be too much of a hardship would you take Samuel Jackson’s advice? And “STAY THE FUCK INSIDE! “ ?

Thank you,

(Or go out like Laura, Tucker, Brit and Donald suggest.)

206 Days until the election on November 3rd

286 Days until the Inauguration on January 20, 2021

PS Giant Asteroid headed for Earth to destroy us all, or last night’s Super Moon.

(Someone can’t hold the camera steady)

You be the judge.

(Hint: We are still here.)

*They should make a song with those words in it. They have? Never mind.

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Day 1176 – There Comes a Time

April 9, 2020 by Rick Kinnaird Leave a Comment

Day 1176 – There Comes a Time

Wednesday April 8, 2020 

207 Days until the election on November 3rd

287 Days until the Inauguration on January 20, 2021

Daniel Patrick Moynihan wrote a report when he was a senator. It is a classic in the study of discrimination and the nature of prejudice. ( He was challenged that he didn’t know anything on the subject, which I can understand. He wore a little bow tie and had an air of superiority about him. He wrote the report to prove his naysayers wrong. I don’t think he knew that much about the subject when he started, other than a gut feel. )

The report had two big takeaways:

1. You can’t stop prejudice, but you can legislate against discrimination. (And that by it’s very nature will reduce prejudice.)

2. The only verified way to eliminate prejudice is to put people who are prejudiced against one another side by side in equal status jobs. ( I equate this to the idea of being together in a fox hole and you are being fired upon. You really don’t care what color of skin or religion or sex the person next to you is as long as they have your back. If you’ve never been in this situation – play paintball. )

I also have been thinking about the nature of cowardice.

Much of what we fear is based on not being truthful. Either we don’t know enough or we have some crazy thinking that we really don’t want to express because if we were to reveal our thoughts then there is no place to hide and if it doesn’t make sense we look stupid. ( No one likes to look stupid. )

But if you’ve been in therapy be it marital or otherwise one of the things the therapist is trying to get you to do is to face your fears. This means expressing them. Saying what you think, what you feel, no matter how crazy it might sound. 

If it’s marital or personal problems then the goal is to let the other person know what you are thinking and how you feel. It can be scary because you are laying yourself bare. Bare to ridicule. It can be embarrassing. It’s hard to do. You have to take a chance. You have to trust yourself. You have to be willing to say, “This is what I believe. This is who I am.” You have to be willing to accept that others may not understand and that there is nothing you can do about that.

Cowardice can be described in a lot of different ways, but one way is to not be honest. Not being honest with yourself and others is typical cowardice. Denying what you think, feel, or know to be true is cowardice.

We have seen a lot of cowardice from this administration. They lie. They don’t tell the truth. They may not know the truth, but it is clear that even when they know the truth they lie. They make up stuff. They look to blame others. It is cowardice plain and simple.

However, this pandemic is about to reveal the truth to them, because this virus cares little about your alternate facts and the nasty terrible people you blame for your own failings. When you come face to face with reality, it can be hard to accept. But it doesn’t matter. “It is what it is,” was a favorite saying of a friend of mine.

We are beginning to see how to fight a pandemic. Not that we didn’t know before, but some choose to ignore the methods, and we are all paying the price.

California seems to not to have had the huge crush that other places have had. Neither has Ohio. What their governors did was to shut their states down quickly. It’s only a difference of days, but what a difference a day makes! Neither state has had the huge upward curve in cases that other places have experienced.

We can look at other countries too. South Korea and the United States got their first cases of Corona virus on the same day. South Korea mobilized. We didn’t. The charts are clear. South Korea dodged the bullet. 

China at first denied and then mobilized. Their chart reflects that as the number of cases and death climbed and then headed down.

Italy ignored and their chart shows that steep upward curve. Finally, they got a handle on the situation.

The nature of cowardice is to deny reality; be it your emotions, your feelings, the facts, your truth.

This administration has acted cowardly and they continue to do so. The truth is coming and it will be a hard reality for them.

207 Days until the election on November 3rd

287 Days until the Inauguration on January 20, 2021

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Day 1175 – We Lost a Giant

April 7, 2020 by Rick Kinnaird 4 Comments

Day 1175 – We Lost a Giant

April 7, 2020

On April 5th we lost Nat Kobitz. Not to Covid but to a weakened heart. The last time I spoke to Nat was when Bill Bigge* died. No, maybe once since then. Nat told me that he , Nat Kobitz, was a member of the Gilbert and Sullivan Society of New York. He said he knew all the songs. “Go ahead, ask me,” he said.

(*Bill Bigge worked for The Bureau of Standards where he calibrated thermometers to zero, which were used by the manufacturers of thermometers to calibrate their thermometers. Bill also at one point held the World’s record for most kites on a line, and had the record for the longest flight of an indoor glider, and he had a kite that most kitefliers know Bill for, which could fly, as Bill liked to say in -4 miles an hour wind.)

The only song I could think of was “Modern Major General,” a mouthful of syllables that must be said very fast in time to the music. When I was telling Ted Manekin about my conversation with Nat about bill’s passing Ted said, “Not only that but Tom Lehrer had done a send off to MMG with different words and Nat knew the words to that as well.”

I first met Nat in 1970. It was probably at Mel and Val’s farmhouse near the Campfield school grounds, or it might have been at The Smithsonian Kite Festival where he presided as chief judge for many years, and his wife, Cynthia, was the scorekeeper. (In those days we had all kinds of crazy kite categories because Paul Garber got his friends to donate money for a trophy. I think Paul must have asked them what they wanted to sponsor and he put it down – whatever it was. This caused all kinds of judging and categorization problems (e.g. “What classification is this in: Box, Winged Box, or Cellular?” ) When we hit noon, when the festival was over we’d turn to Cynthia ask her for the winners and she’d hand us the manilla folder where she kept track of everything. In those days the festival ran from ten to noon. Two hours, we were done.  We upgraded everything, straightened out the categories, got computers and had to enter all the data. It took an extra hour or two to enter the data to figure out the winners, so we had to extend the festival. We added the Rokkaku Battle and other events and ended at an exhausting four o’clock. This I said at Cynthia’s service we called “progress.” Nat apparently loved that story.

That’s what Celia, one of Nat’s daughters told me when we chatted yesterday.

In 1970 Nat had, I believe, left NASA where he was a rocket engineer. (“Yeah, you wanna talk rocket science? Bring it.”) He was working on high speed boats as he called it. His company got absorbed by the Navy. 

One day he got a call from a senator’s office. The senator wanted to have lunch with Nat the next day. “What do you say when a senator wants to have lunch with you?” Nat asked. Before I could answer he said, “Yes sir.” (Maybe it was the same day. Yeah it was the same day. Scratch “next day” that can’t be right. You’ll see why I say that in a second.) The senator sent his limo around to pick Nat up. They pulled up to the back entrance to the White House. The guard looked in the back of the limo and said, “Senator, the President is expecting you.” And he looked at Nat and said, “You must be Kobitz.” Nat nodded. The guard waved them through. The limousine pulled up to the back of the White House where they took the elevator up to the Oval Office.

Jimmy Carter said to Nat, “Mr. Kobitz, I thought you’d want to be here when I signed your appropriations authorization.” With that Mr. Carter signed the bill that authorized Nat to design and build high speed ships for the Navy. The were called S.E.S. ships (for Surface Effect Ships.) He build a test 100 ton boat and a larger 400 ton boat. 

See:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surface_effect_ship#The_SES-100

When I last visited Nat in his home in Reisterstown Maryland I saw a model of one of his ships on a bookcase. “Isn’t that your boat that went 100 knots?” I asked.

“96,” he said (through rather gritted teeth), “I could never get it to one hundred.”

“Yeah, back then,” Nat went on, “there was this Admiral named Holliwell. We called him ‘Hollowhead’ he asked me, ‘Kobitz, what am I going to do with a 96 knot boat in a 28 knot navy?’ “

Nat’s response was, “Well, admiral I was hoping we’d make the whole navy 96 knots.” (I might have been 98 knots, I forget.)

Unbeknownst, to Nat on that day when the senator called another call came in to  Val Govig, then head of the Maryland Kite Society and instigator of the kite festival that was held at the Campfield School grounds that became, no was, known as The Maryland Kite Festival. The call came from The Baltimore Sun Papers about the upcoming kite festival. The reporter wanted to interview someone and Val suggested Nat. The reporter called Nat’s home where his wife, Cynthia, answered and suggested that the reporter come by around six because that’s about the time Nat got home. Cynthia thought it would be good to invite Curt Marshall to come over as well. 

So picture this, the reporter is sitting in a 50s designed rambler home in Reisterstown Maryland with this nice friendly middle aged woman making dinner. Curt Marshal comes in the door. Curt had a kind of rambling disinterested sort of way about him. He was a man who always seemed to be thinking about something else when he first met you. It took awhile for him to stop thinking about whatever it was and look at you.

Curt had just come back from a dive in the Seychelles. The Kobitz family had just come back from Florida where they had bought a bag of shells in a tourist trap knickknack store. The shells were displayed on a corner multi-layered shelf. This was of much more interest to Curt than whomever this lady was. After saying hello to Cynthia who was busy fixing dinner Curt went over to where the shells were and began picking up the shells, and naming them while the reporter stood there watching.

Reporter: So you’re an expert on shells?

Curt: Oh no, I just came back from a dive for National Geographic in the Seychelles.

Reporter: Oh really? So you’re a diver professionally?

Curt: No, I was a working diver and the doctor for the dive team. Back home I read brain waves.

Reporter: Really? How’s that?

Curt: It’s my job to determine when someone is legally dead in the state of Maryland so they can do organ transplants.

Reporter: Really? Why you?

Curt: Oh, I’m one of the first in the field I have 250,000 case histories under my belt, if you want to know what’s wrong you come to me. Look at this shell, it’s named …

At about this point in time Nat came through the door. 

Cynthia greeted him with a “Hi Honey, How was your day?”

Nat, “Oh nothing much, the usual, Senator so and so called me up for lunch and we got hooted down to the White House where Jimmy Carter signed my defense appropriations bill for me to build the Surface Effect Ships. And you?”

(Nat had been to the white House once before.)

Cyn, “Curt is here. This lady is from the Sun papers. She is here to interview you two about the Kite Festival. Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”

Somewhere I have the article that went in the paper. I’ve got to find it. It’s unlike any article on kites or kite festivals you’ve ever read. Mostly because Nat and Curt probably talked little about kites per se and more about what ever else they were interested in at the moment.

When Cynthia was still alive Shelby and I went up to see them. I wanted Shelby to understand who they were. We met at one of the old Jewish delis on Reisterstown Road. I got matzo ball soup. I thought I had had matzo ball soup before, but this was unlike anything I had ever experienced. A giant cannon ball of matzo was sitting in and taking up most of the bowl. It was delicious. So was whatever liquid was around the edges. Nat was proud of his Jewish heritage. Proud isn’t quite the proper term. It was part of him; part of who he was. That’s all. No big deal. Of course, we’d meet at a Jewish deli for a meal, where else?

Nat helped me on two big aerial sculpture projects I was involved in. One was a New Year’s celebration for New Year’s 1980. The end of a decade. This local Baltimore artist, Stan Edminster, had an idea to fly giant Mylar balloons off the top of Baltimore’s World Trade Center** in the Inner Harbor of Baltimore. 

** There are some 35 World Trade Centers at port cities in the United States. The ones that stood in New York are the most famous. Baltimore’s World Trade Center is a five sided building designed by I.M.Pei and it sits at the water’s edge in Baltimore’s Harbor between the Baltimore Aquarium and the Inner Harbor development built by The Rouse Company and the site of kite flys before that.

I was working at Western Electric in Baltimore at the time. It was part of AT&T, The Bell System, as it was known with it’s many regional telephone companies. Western Electric was the supplier of the phone equipment. I got loaned from Western Electric to the regional phone company, C&P, now known as Verizon.

I helped construct and fly the giant 60 foot tall 25 foot wide balloons. They looked like giant silver pillow cases. We were laying out the Mylar and taping it in The Baltimore Civic Center (the old one. Now known as Mariner Center. Where I also saw Janis Joplin perform [B row center! But that’s another story]) Nat came down to visit and I wanted his expertise. I wanted to make sure we weren’t missing anything.

We had laid out two sheets of silvered Mylar, one on top of the other. I was lifting the top layer from the bottom. It was a long giant graceful wave of 54” wide material. Suddenly, I got the electric shock of my life. The kind that temporarily blinds your vision and makes your gonads retreat into your body in a split second. I told Nat what had happened and he immediately started calculating the potential voltage. ( I think it was 250 volts but low enough amperage so it wouldn’t kill you. “Thanks, Nat.” ) 

As it turned out, on New Year’s Eve the local TV station brought the event live. Fireworks in the Inner Harbor. William Donald Schaeffer was the Mayor and they had him in a grandstand with a camera on him. Because I had been loaned to help with making the aerial sculptures C&P had representatives in the grandstand with the Mayor. They may have been the only representatives from any sponsoring organization. I’m not sure, but the C&P rep told me later that the Mayor kept turning to them and thanking them for their help with this event. It made it seem like they were responsible for the whole thing. The rep said they couldn’t buy publicity like that.

 I was later asked to make a large aerial sculpture to be flown in New York’s Sheep Meadow in Central Park. Naturally, I called on Nat to help. The sculpture was 44 feet in diameter. It was a six sided spooked wheel made out of silver mylar that was to be covered in Mylar so that it would look like a giant UFO with a small round module on top.(If you’ve seen “The Bean” in Chicago you have an idea of what it was like, but much bigger than The Bean.)  Nat figured out the lift and drag that a forty foot diameter disc would have been. I used that for my tethering calculations. (A ton and a half!) This was serious stuff. Especially, seeing as how Central Park is on a flight path to LaGuardia and Kennedy airports. (Captain Sully take note) and having a kite of such a design “that it could be injested by an aircraft” as the FAA said in their regulations wrote, had to get permission if it was flown over 500 feet in the air.***

***The FAA never gives permission because they don’t have any process in place to handle such requests. I kept the sculpture below 500 and watched the planes fly above us.

I remember sitting at his kitchen table with Nat trying to understand the calculations and make sure I had everything correct. Trying to get Nat to focus was the hardest thing. I remember him hearing some music, “do you know who this is?”

“No,” I said.

“Robert Merrill.”

Merrill was a famous opera and Broadway star of the 1950s.

I think Nat would have given up his career to be Zorba the Greek, or any Broadway singer. Fortunately, for us and the world I don’t think he could sing. 

At one point we diverged into Evil Knievel and his jump over the Snake River Canyon. It ended in Knievel not making it across successfully. The parachute deployed too early. “If he had only listened to me,” said Nat. It was so Jewish mother of him. 

The “he” being Bob Truax who designed the rocket motorcycle. Apparently, Nat had told Bob that given the force on take-off Knievel would not be able to hold the parachute in place with the hand brake system they were using. If they had only listened to Nat! 

When I was at the Snake River I saw from the bridge over the highway the ramp that Knievel used. I took a picture of it and of the plaque commemorating the event that was at the near-by visitor’s center and sent it to Nat.

In the middle of the interview with the woman from the Sun Nat had gotten a call. A friend was trying to tune a Jaguar. It had three timed four barrel carburetors on it. While Curt was telling this woman the ichthyological names of shells Nat was in the kitchen saying, “Listen, I told you it’s nearly impossible to tune the third throat on the second carb.” 

Did I mention that Nat had done crash testing of cars in the 1950s and had determined that everyone should wear seatbelts? He used to install them cars for friends before the manufacturers were doing it. “You know we had no problem killing our dummies at 23 miles per hour…”

If you find that this screed jumps around it’s because that’s the way Nat was. I’m sure he and Pete Ianuzzi must have had conversations. Pete had been an underwater engineer and had tried to convince Admiral Richover to build deeps diving bells out of titanium. The admiral had turned down the idea. They had always used stainless steel. A decade later Richover was making the hulls of subs out of titanium. I used to wonder what our navy would look like today if they hadn’t killed Nat’s program. Something they didn’t dare do until he was out of the country in Japan.

Imagine our 28 knot navy (still!) out running torpedoes and being fast enough to dodge on coming missiles, like the ones the Chinese have. Imagine.

Nat once told me at a sea trial in San Francisco Bay the admiral’s ship was crossing the path they were about to take. They asked the admiral’s ship to give way. The admiral’s ship came back that they’d be out of the way in twenty minutes. They replied that in twenty minutes they’d be out past the Golden Gate Bridge and back in. The admirals ship gave way. “We only went 48 knots,” said Nat. “There were four and a half foot seas.”

Nat did his own calculations on climate change. He thought it was all bunk. He also was a big fan of Trump.

Out of respect for Nat I will not today go on about what I think of our current president. When I last saw Nat it was at the funeral home for Cynthia.

“There he is,” he said looking at me, “the enemy.” He smiled.

Celia, his daughter tried to tell him, if he kept that up he wouldn’t have any friends left. 

I had been thinking of Nat a lot in the last few weeks. I meant to call him. 

Dammit.

Nat Kobitz
Maryland Kite festival
Campfield School Grounds
circa 1969

(And I haven’t even told you about the Baker-Schmidt Camera shutter or how he saved a woman’s career in the Navy. Well, another time.)

PPS At least I think that’s Nat. Maybe not. I held off publishing this until I could be sure (or find another photo off him) and then I thought, “No, Nat would love the irony if that picture wasn’t him.” RIP my friend.

Photo Credit Anneke Davis

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Rick Kinnaird
I’m Rick Kinnaird, a writer of fictional adventure and travel. That means I write stories about things that never happened in places I’ve never been. This way facts don’t get in the way.

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