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September 1, 2009

TO BREAK THE SILENCE, I SHALL POST A COUPLE NEW SCANS OF ME DURING ME ROMMEL PHASE:

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THIS IS ME, YARBZ, CIRCA 1980 WHILE IN THE .50 CAL TURRET OF MY LVTP-7 SOMEWHERE IN CAMP PENDLETON. I WAS WEARING THE NBC (NUCLEAR BIOLOGICAL CHEMICAL) MASK TO AVOID BREATHING IN THE HEAVY DUST WHICH THE LINE OF TRACS MADE AS WE MOVED THROUGH THE SCRUB BRUSH AND BONE DRY DIRT TRAILS. I WAS PROBABLY A LANCE CORPORAL IN THIS SHOT. BELOW IS THE SAME BUT OBVIOUSLY WITHOUT THE MASK… I REMEMBER HAVING A REAL FUN TIME SOME OF THE TIME AND THEN LOTS OF ‘UN-FUN’ TIMES, ESPECIALLY WHEN WE GOT BACK TO THE RAMP (THE PLACE WE PARKED AND SCRUBBED THE VEHICLES) AND HAD TO CLEAN UP THE TRACS AFTER OPERATIONS…

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HERE I AM IN MY STANDARD TENNIS SHIRT ON THE BEACH AT CAMP PENDLETON, CALIFORNIA… WE HAD A GREAT BEACH WHICH WAS PRETTY PRIVATE SINCE IT WAS ON BASE.

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ONCE AGAIN AT CAMP PENDLETON WITH A STACK OF M-16′S DURING A WEEK LONG FIELD OPERATION. I REMEMBER THE SMELLS OF THE CAMP PENDLETON AND EATING OUR FOOD WHICH WAS IN THE FORM OF ‘C’ RATIONS… BY THE LAST YEAR OF MY TIME IN THE MARINES, 1983, WE HAD SWITCHED TO MRE’S WHICH ARE WHAT OUR GUYS AND GALS ARE EATING NOW…

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July 9, 2009

HOLIDAY INN EXPRESS: AFGHANISTAN

Here is the caption for the photos below. These are from a website that updates Afghanistan War photos continuously. It’s well worth checking out regularly. Click on either pic to go to the site:

U.S. Marines from the 2nd MEB, 1st Battalion 5th Marines sleep in their fighting holes inside a compound where they stayed for the night, in the Nawa district of Afghanistan’s Helmand province, Wednesday July 8, 2009. AP

When these and other troops come home, I think we owe them a smile, respect and a beer or two. I have not passed up the opportunity to buy a beer for a vet. It’s all to rare an opportunity however…

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June 23, 2009

ED MC MAHON: RIP

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Click on the pic below for info on McMahon the Marine:
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March 9, 2009

YARBZ NEGATIVE ARCHIVE: DIANE ARBUS VISITS CALIFORNIA 1969?

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This image was taken around 1969 while our family lived in San Clemente, California. On the right is my younger brother, Paul. On the left, if I remember correctly, is his neighborhood friend, Alice. They used to play together everyday and I remember them being almost like brother and sister at the time. My mother would most likely have taken this picture of the two hobbit-like kids wearing the Los Angeles Rams helmets (both the new and old style). The helmets look so massive on their little bodies and the facial expressions so somber, it takes on a freakish and Diane Arbus-like quality. The only thing this image needs is a square crop and de-saturation to black and white and it could be one of her pictures.

During this time, my father was in the Marine Reserves and away once a month for training at Camp Pendleton. On the weekends when dad wasn’t practicing storming the beaches, the family would watch the Rams play on Sunday with their quarterback Roman Gabriel leading them nowhere each season. My parents would take us to one or two Rams games each year at the LA Coliseum. We’d always stop at the long defunct Shakey’s Pizza and eat before going to the stadium.

Going to the Coliseum was a relatively rare event for us kids however and we’d usually watched the Rams in our family room or “den” as we used to call it, on our new and amazingly large 20-inch, state-of-the-art vacuum tube television! It could have been a 19 or 23 inch or something else similar but I can’t recall. I just remember that when dad brought it home it was a terribly BIG deal. Dad also had an antenna rotator which was a box with a round dial with markings for North, East, West and South. Depending on what channel you wanted to watch, there were little numbered stickers on the face plate which indicated the previously determined position for best reception for that channel. When the dial was turned, it would slowing rotate the antenna, which was in the attic, to the corresponding direction. We would get fantastic reception on all three channels available. With the rotator, we sometimes even got to watch San Diego channels. In 1969 or 1970, cable television came in and radically altered our definition of great reception. No longer was a picture with only a slight ghosting “great”. Before cable, you would adjust the antenna until you got the ‘minimal ghosting’ and you were in visual heaven. There would always be one person who was known to be able to tune in the television better than anyone else. In our house, that was dad.

After tuning the channel just right we’d sit in the den and watch the game with dad and sometimes a few of his friends. At half-time my older brother and I would go out to our front lawn and play “The Rams Greatest Plays” which we would act out in slow motion. This half-time event was filled with amazing catches and fantastic tackles until the beginning of the second half.

The Rams were an indelible part of my memories of growing up in San Clemente, CA. At eight or nine years old, I was such a Rams fanatic that I studied the game programs my parents brought back from the Coliseum and actually memorized the Rams entire roster by name, number, position and years in the league. I’m certain that I knew that roster better than Howard Cosell or any other play by play announcer. Thankfully, that desire to memorize team rosters went away and no longer plagues me!

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February 20, 2009

YARBZ NEGATIVE ARCHIVE: PFC YARBZ, MR. SMILEY, 1979:

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PFC Yarborough Rifle Expert badge which Simsbury Connecticut 1979. smiling mood graduated the Marine Corps Recruit Depot in San Diego as PFC (Private First Class) Camp Pendleton, California after ten days leave platoons high shooter (best score at the rifle range) could field strip and reassemble the M-16 while blindfolded faster Drill Instructors FMF (Fleet Marine Force) dirty work that rolled down hill Lance Corporal Corporal Most never make Corporal in a four year enlistment non-commissioned officer leadership demands stay out of trouble March of 1982 meritoriously promoted to Sergeant Camp LeJeune, North Carolina 1983 Honorably Discharged declining to reenlist $16,000 bonus 1983 wanted to go to college

February 19, 2009

YARBZ NEGATIVE ARCHIVE: THE PARENTAL UNITS SLIDING DOWN HILL:

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These pictures of my dad and mom sledding in our backyard was taken in 1978 or possibly very early 1979 at our house in Simsbury, Connecticut. My brother Paul and wanted to build a ‘bobsled’ run in our backyard. We built up curbs and corners and then poured water on them so they would be very hard when re-frozen and very slick. We built about fifty yards of the run which included several banked turns before I came down with mononucleosis and had to stay indoors. While I was in the house sick as a dog, my brothers and parents were out using the run that I engineered. I was jealous! Anyway, we had a lot of fun building it even though we had to scuttle plans for another fifty years or so. I ended up getting well in the spring of 1979, long after the course was melted and gone.

February 18, 2009

YARBZ NEGATIVE ARCHIVE: YARBZ AT LIMEROCK PARK, CT 1978:

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To my knowledge, this 110 Instamatic shot is the first image of me with a camera. It was most likely taken by my mother at Limerock Park in 1978. Limerock Park is a race track set in the beautiful hills of northwestern Connecticut. The track hosts numerous races in its idyllic setting which include NASCAR and the American Le Mans Northeast Grand Prix. On this summer day, the Porsche Club held an event where members race the clock in their personal Porsches and also get race driving lessons from professional drivers. I remember my dad impressed his instructor with his quick learning, agile driving and ended up with very good lap times in his stock 1976 Porsche 911. That car was sweet. We used an 8mm movie camera and filmed his metallic blue Porsche as it raced through the turns. One day soon I will edit and post those clips online. The camera around my neck, I’m pretty sure, was my dad’s metal bodied Yashica. The Racing Colonel was into photography long before my brothers and I were. My exposure to photography (pardon the pun) through events like this is probably, at least partially, responsible for my becoming a photo zealot and buying my first camera while in the Marines. Getting back to Limerock Park, it’s a great place because when you watch the races you are also picnicking in the lush and scenic hills in the center of the track. Race fans lay out their blankets and picnic baskets stocked with wine etc and enjoy the sun while watching the cars whip through the winding turns.

February 17, 2009

YARBZ NEGATIVE ARCHIVE: COMPUTER SYSTEM AS OF FEBRUARY 17, 2009:

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February 16, 2009

YARBZ NEGATIVE ARCHIVE: HUNTINGTON BEACH CALIFORNIA’S RAT PATROL:

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This is my brother Paul (right) with a friend who lived four or five houses down the block. It was taken in 1973 on the driveway in front of our house in Huntington Beach, California. I built the ‘machine gun’ from spare pieces of PVC, wood and assorted hardware that was lying around in the garage. Next, I nailed a belt of machine gun ammunition to the block of wood and wahlah, a ‘machine gun’… I used to go hiking with my father up in the dusty hills of Camp Pendleton where I collected spent rounds and belt links from the range. (At the time, I had no clue that I would end up hiking those hills again in 1979 and 1980 as a Marine myself! Or did I?) When I got home, I would reassemble the brass casings with the belt links and make lengthy ammunition belts. In the late sixties and early seventies I always had an ammo can with ten or so feet of belted machine gun rounds… My friends and I played ‘army’ a lot back in the sixties. Anyway, I built this gun for my brother and his friend and they’d go around playing “Rat Patrol” and blow away all sorts of imaginary suburban enemies. In the garage is my parents 1972 Fiat 124. I never got to drive that thing but it was a dog of a car from what I remember. My parents ended up replacing the Fiat with a light blue 1975 Volkswagen Rabbit. I learned to drive in the 4-speed manual Rabbit while I had my learning permit. I got my license on the day of my sixteenth birthday and drove the Rabbit until 1976 when it was sold after being involved in an accident. I was not driving it at the time! (Scanned from the original 110 negative)

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