Wednesday, January 21, 2009


Sunday I went to a gun show, in Wasilla, Alaska.
Specifically, it was in the Wasilla High School.
It was sponsored by the Wasilla High School Hockey Booster Club.

Where did you think our governor's joke about hockey moms came from?

In other news, if any of you happen to be in possession of ANC-19, I would sincerely, dearly love to hear from you. What is it? Why, it's the Army Navy & Civil Affairs Commision publication on Wood Aircraft Inspection & Fabrication. Published in 1939, and despite being published by the government, there seem to be no publicly available copies of it.

I think I have two viable ways to repair my spars - but I have not data to define the engineering limits or the specs to which I can repair. Federal Aviation Regulation 43.13 is bloody useless, mealy-mouthed generalities based on CAM 18. Civil Aeronautics Manual 18 is pointless, and based on the elusive ANC-19. If I can't get ahold of the blueprints for the spars (why would that be difficult? They're only 68 years old!), ANC-19 might, might hold the data I need.

Beyond that, tomorrow I get to get up early and start calling museums in other time zones, talking to librarians and restorers. Because sometimes, no matter how wonderful the internet, it only leads you back to the favorite places of my childhood where knowledge is preserved long after a server goes down.


  1. A gun show sponsored by a high school booster club. I'm laughing as hard as I can. Around here, the president of the booster club would be impeached, then have his/her mental state evaluated.

    My kids went to a private school where political correctness was not the rage. However, some things still felt kinda funny. Each year the 3rd or 4th graders would have "Colonial Day." They would make candles, lye soap, dress up in colonial garb and what not. My father left me a 220 year old flintlock rifle that is in very good condition. For several years I brought it to colonial day to show the kids the kind of weapon the colonists would have used. It always felt funny carrying the gun (never fired it, has not been fired in 100+ years) into the school.

  2. So J's manual on his hard drive wasn't the one we needed? Bummer.

    And oh yes, the show was fun!

    Never got to carry an AR15 into a high school before - that was kinda neat.

    Good Lord this place is cool.