Archive for July, 2009


July 28, 2009

This is what happened:

Having arrived at the base of Wendelstein, I journeyed on foot through the conifers and meadows until I came upon an area of cliffs and large rocks, this area being the general location of the secret cave in which slumbers the large weasel-like creature, the GREAT BALTAWANA, our amalgamated ancestors, or, as often believed, our more remote common ancestor. Coming upon the cave’s entrance, I went into the GREAT ONE’S sanctum, and there shouted our fearfully this question, “What thing or things matter to all BALTA?”

Thereupon, BALTAWANA stirred and grunted loudly, which did cause a great cloud of foul-smelling dust to issue forth from beneath our large and beloved SLUMBERING MUSTELINE. I took this response to be a sign of consciousness, a sign that BALTAWANA had awareness. And one cannot be aware without being aware of something. However, OUR ANCESTRAL BEING said nothing more. A final leg twitch accompanied with a monstrous belch let loose an avalanche of gravel amid intoxicating yet odorous fumes.

I turned from the cave and fled down-slope in heart-pounding terror All the while I wondered as to the meaning of the GREAT ONE’S grunt. Descending rapidly a slope of talus-scree my booted foot did boot loose a jar that my consciousness perceived in a state of high awareness. I reached down and did pick up that jar. I did loosen the lid, which I then removed. The jar contained a message.

This is what the message says: “A construction par excellence, BALTA consists in what gets made of it – be it but one thing or all that it is taken to be – and BALTA’S disembodied voices, inherent yet inaudible, are but the voices of BALTANS speaking silently to themselves. However, on certain occasions, BALTAN voices become quite loud and audible when BALTANS speak to one another.”

Holding this mysterious message in my trembling hands I wondered as to its source. Who could have written this; perhaps, the GREAT BALTAWANA? Or did it issue from the evil mind of the IMPOSTER? Then I became aware that a sweet smell did emanate from within the jar!

I, Mad Dog, Shaman of BALTA, do hereby testify as to the validity of this report of July 28, 2009


If Hog were to write a Facebook song …

July 27, 2009

Listen at your own risk to a funny song on YouTube called “Are You Fucking Kidding Me?”.

If you’re not a Facebooker, you may not get it.  But if you are, it resonates!

Moon Landing 40 Years Ago

July 20, 2009


Some of you may remember July 20,1969 and how we scrambled to find access to TV’s to watch the moon landing 40 YEARS ago today!! We were living in quarters on post because of the birth of our daughter, and about 30 of you joined us for an all night party which included bacon & eggs for breakfast. We remember Carl Baer & Dan Fridena playing their guitars. Who of you were there? Help us remember!!

What other stories do you have about this day in time?

Bill & Dottie Dunn

From Lonnie Gervais

July 19, 2009

Hello Dee,

I was talking to my cousin this weekend (5/27/09), and he showed me a bunch of pictures from when he was in Bad Aibling.

He was in Fort Devons in 1954 and BA in 1955.  He was drafted, even though he had a wife and baby, and did 2 years as a morse code interceptor.

He told me they took their meals in an old hangar that I believe was
our ops building. I asked him if he remembered a gasthaus just off
post and he said sure, it was the “First Chance” if you were leaving
post and the “Last Chance” if you were returning.

Here is a picture of him on post in 1955, (George Nelson). I don’t know what the C/R stands for and didn’t ask him. 

Anyway, you can put this on the Balta site if you want, hopefully I will get the picture attached to this message.  Lonny Gervais

Geo Nelson BA

John Hatton in 1970

July 17, 2009

Mad Dog sent this of John Hatton at Maxlrain’s on May 23, 1970.

John Hatton

1974 Reunion at Luckenbach, Texas

July 17, 2009

BALTA 1974 Luckenbach

Cranny in 1971

July 17, 2009

Jim Crandall – Cranny the Great Crandolini – getting a shine in Juarez, Mexico. Late April, 1971.  From MadDog.