…a Real Blockhead

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I’m sure that this has never happened to you, has it?  Have you ever done something so incredibly stupid that you think to yourself, “I’m such a blockhead!”  Nah, didn’t think it had.  It’s never happened to me, either!  (Yeah, right….!)

What does it mean that someone (not me!) is a blockhead?  Well, I find a couple references to it when I Google it.  One idea is that it comes from the 1600’s when a wooden head-shaped block was used to hold and shape wigs or hats.  Another suggestion is that it came from the block and tackle of wooden ships.  I don’t really know, but I do believe I’ve known a few blockheads in my life, and I’ve been a blockhead at times (yeah, the secret’s out now….)  I do think this though: people who don’t have hair look more like blockheads than those who do, don’t you think?  (Have I offended someone now…I hope not!!!  I don’t mean, too, but think about it: a wooden block in the shape of a human head doesn’t have hair…sorta like a bald person.)

OK, I better quite before I get even further behind here.  I’ve been a real blockhead to even write about this!  Today’s photo of a bunch of cement blocks is the real culprit here.  If it had been a bunch of flowers, I wouldn’t have gotten myself into so much trouble!

ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY:  in 1976, Howard Robard Hughes, one of the richest men to emerge from the American West during the 20th century, died while flying from Acapulco to Houston.

Born in Houston, Texas, in 1905, Hughes inherited an estate of nearly a million dollars when his father died in 1923. Hughes’ father also left him the business that had created this fortune, the Hughes Tool Company, which controlled the rights to a new oil drill technology that was in high demand. The young Hughes quickly began to expand his business empire into new fields. In 1926, he moved to Hollywood, where he became involved in the rapidly growing movie industry. He produced several popular films, including Hell’s Angels, Scarface, and The Outlaw.

Fascinated with the new technology of airplanes, Hughes also invested heavily in the burgeoning West Coast aviation industry. With some training in engineering from the California Institute of Technology and the Rice Institute of Technology, Hughes designed his own aircraft and then had his Hughes Aircraft Company build it. In 1935, he piloted one of his airplanes to a new world-speed record of 352.46 mph. His reputation as an aircraft designer and builder suffered after an ill-fated WWII government-sponsored project to build an immense plane that Hughes claimed would be able to transport 750 passengers. Nicknamed the Spruce Goose, Hughes’ monstrosity flew only once: a one-mile hop on November 2, 1947.

Hughes became increasingly reclusive after 1950. Operating through managers who rarely saw him in person, he bought up vast tracts of real estate in California, Arizona, and Nevada that skyrocketed in value. In 1967, he became involved in the Nevada gambling industry when he purchased the famous Desert Inn Hotel on the Las Vegas strip. Nevada gaming authorities welcomed Hughes’ involvement because it counteracted the popular image that the Mafia dominated the gambling industry. By the early 1970s, Hughes had become the largest single landholder in Nevada, and with around 8,000 Nevada residents on his payroll, Hughes was also the state’s largest employer.

Although the rumors of Hughes’ bizarre behavior have been exaggerated–in his final years the billionaire became obsessed with privacy. He continually moved between his residences in Las Vegas, the Bahamas, Nicaragua, Canada, England, and Mexico. Other than a few male aides, almost nobody saw Hughes, and he sometimes worked for days at a stretch in a black-curtained room without sleeping.

Emaciated and deranged from too little food and too many drugs, Hughes finally became so ill that his aides decided that he needed medical treatment. He died in his airplane en route from Acapulco to Houston at the age of 70.

TRIVIA FOR TODAY:  Most Roman aqueducts were over 55 feet high. Their great height not only controlled the flow of water but also made it more difficult for someone to steal water and for enemies to put poison in it. The Roman Aqueduct of Segovia was built of stones with no mortar and is still used to carry water today.

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