WILLIAMSBURG, Iowa (KCRG) – Saturday, an Iowa man was awarded the Order of the Gray Dragon, recognizing his work in a Navy Nuclear Weapons Program.

Navy veteran Robert Mowry was given the award by the Navy Nuclear Weapons Association in a ceremony in Williamsburg Saturday.

The recognition belongs to one person at a time, the member of the Nuclear Weapons Program with the earliest entry date. With the passing of the previous Dragon, that honor now belongs to Mowry.

“I went into Special Weapons Unit 1233 in January 1953 from boot camp. Had no idea what a special weapons was. Gun that shoots around the corner? What? Had no idea—I had no idea it meant atomic weapons,” said Mowry.

Mowry’s job was to inspect the atomic bombs.

“I did this five days a week for two-and-a-half years,” he said.

He was never able to tell anyone about his service until 1996 with the repeal of the Nuclear Radiation and Secrecy Agreements Act.

“All he said was, ‘I served in the Navy,’” said Mowry’s daughter Angie Daugherty. “It was a big deal to him to be able to finally talk about what he did.”

Kris Hobbs, the president of the Navy Nuclear Weapons Association, said those who worked on nuclear weapons are a dying breed.

“There’s a lot of stuff that’s going on here that they’ve received… radiation exposure and so forth—that the VA is not recognizing it a lot. So it’s good for us to recognize the oldest one here,” said Hobbs.

Mowry watched 17 atomic bombs explode in the Marshall Islands.

“You heard the sound wave come across….watch the mushroom cloud rise and disperse and see if it was going to flow over you or not,” said Mowry.

“Back in the day, they didn’t know anything about radiation,” said Daugherty. “It’s amazing that he’s even still here.”

Mowry is still here, grateful that so many friends and family came to celebrate his service.

“What I did was very unusual. There aren’t many people that did what I did…I’m very proud, very proud of my service,” said Mowry.

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As expected, Jordan Wicks is hitting the injured list with the always-dreaded left forearm strain. But he’s not the only Cubs lefty on his way out the door this Sunday afternoon. Sahadev Sharma has the scoop on the three other transactions before the series finale in Boston.

We learned that Wicks was scratched from this evening’s finale last night after the blow out, and I discussed our significant concern and potential impact twice already.

In addition to Wicks, Luke Little is headed back to Triple-A Iowa. Not only did Little throw 34 pitches yesterday, but he’s been struggling with his command and effectiveness, well … all season. You can tell the Cubs really want to make it work with Little (and maybe it will long term, the talent is obviously there). But if they need fresh arms, he’s an easy pick to option down to Iowa at his current level of production.

Daniel Palencia should be a familiar arm for you. Like Little, he has a ton of potential and a live arm, but he has also struggled with his command and overall production.

They’re just two really talented, but flawed (and optionable) arms. They’ll probably be shuttled up and down all season long.

Richard Lovelady (80-grade name) is the new name here. The Cubs signed the 28-year-old lefty reliever (and reclamation project) over the offseason. And so far, he’s been pitching out of the Triple-A bullpen with pretty outrageous statistics.

On the one hand, Lovelady has struck out a brilliant 20 batters (33.3%) while walking only one (3.3 BB%) over ten appearances. That is obviously really impressive. But it’s only half the story. Because Lovelady has also allowed 8 runs to score over those 12.1 IP, while opposing batters are hitting .373 off the lefty.

That’s how you end up with a 0.76 FIP and a 5.84 ERA.

Lovelady wasn’t on the 40-man roster, but with a couple guys on the 60-day IL (Julian Merryweather, Caleb Killian) and the Garrett Cooper trade completed, the Cubs had an extra spot to add him.

Loveladly, you’ll note, is not a starter. And neither is Palencia. So that means the Cubs rotation right now looks like this: Shota Imanaga, Jameson Taillon, Javier Assad, Hayden Wesneski, and Ben Brown. Justin Steele should be back soon.

Meanwhile, the bullpen looks like this (alphabetical): Yency Almonte, Adbert Alzolay, Colten Brewer, Mark Leiter Jr., Richard Lovelady, Hector Neris, Daniel Palencia, Keegan Thompson.

In April of 2022, coming home from a meeting in Storm Lake on a Sunday afternoon, my truck busted down on Interstate 35 north of Roland. I called Kenny my mechanic, described the symptoms, and he said, “Probably the fuel pump — better get-r towed to the shop.”

Kenny knew the truck well; he sold it to me in 2018 or 2019 and it’s the best $2,000 I have ever spent. The truck is now 24 years old with only 175,000 miles on it — most of them put on by me.

I thought about getting a tow to Ames, finding a mechanic, spending the night in a hotel room and the mess that might come from not knowing a good mechanic or hardly anyone in Ames, and then maybe towing it again in the morning to a mechanic, and so I decided to have it towed to Kenny’s shop in Knoxville about 90 miles away.

The tow bill was $700, and I swore next time I went very far from home I would park my truck and get a rental car.

So I was at the car rental shop in Pella about 9 a.m. Thursday a week ago to pick up a rental car to drive to an event in Iowa Falls. I figured I would rather pay 70 bucks for a rental car than potentially another $700 tow bill. A sign on the door said, “back in 5 minutes.” I didn’t mind because it gave me some time to look for fossils in the landscaping gravel by the store.

A few minutes later, two women drove up in a black SUV and got out. I guessed one was in her 60s or 70s and dressed in gray from her hair to her running shoes. She was lean and hard like a desiccated leather rope. When I told her the attendant at the shop would be back in five minutes, she got mad and started cussing at me and the general wider world before she backtracked after realizing I wasn’t the problem. She explained she was angry because they were late and had somewhere to go “right now.”

Someone else might have been offended by the tongue-lashing but I found it fascinating.

The younger woman was maybe 35-40 with pretty red hair and freckles and was in pajamas. I guessed the older woman was her mom as they acted as if they were kin. The younger woman had looked at me with kindness and compassion in her eyes while the older woman had scolded me.

Maybe 10 minutes later, a young man chewing on a Casey’s breakfast burrito walked up, apologized for taking so long, and welcomed us in. The old woman gave him an earful as he helped me fill out my paperwork as I had been first in line. After a few minutes, I walked out into the parking lot with my keys to a Kia which looked like a toy. It was so low to the ground that I feared I would wear out the seat of my pants on the asphalt before I had driven a mile.

When I came out, the younger woman was still looking at the gravel.

“Find anything good?” I asked.

She gave me a big smile and said, “Can I show you?”

“Sure!”

She jogged over to me holding several rocks and said, “I just look for the pretty ones!”

As she put the rocks in my hand she told me they were visiting from Arkansas.

“Oh, these are pretty,” I said, turning them over in my hand. “All quartz.”

Her eyes grew big and she cocked her head at me looking puzzled.

“What’s quartz?” she said. “How do you know that?”

I was taken aback. How did I know that the rocks were quartz? How does anyone know a rock is quartz? How could she not know what quartz was?

“I learned it in school, I guess. It’s a crystalline igneous rock mostly formed in volcanoes.”

She gave me a look of astonishment and picked up another rock and showed it to me.

What’s this?”

“It’s another kind of igneous rock — chert. It has a tight molecular structure and was used by cultures all over the world to make stone tools in the past. You can bust it up with a harder rock and shape it into an arrowhead, spear point or other sharp tool.”

Her jaw dropped. She looked at me like I was saying brilliant, amazing things. “How do you know that?”

I didn’t know how to answer.

But I knew she was eager to learn, so I started picking up random rocks and figuring them out.

“Look at this — it’s petrified wood,” I said as I handed it to her.

“How do you know that?”

“You can see it looks just like the physical structure of the inner part of a tree. See the rings? Over millions of years, it turned into a fossil.”

“How does that happen?”

“There are minerals in water and over millions of years the minerals replace the cellular structure of the plant, turning it into a rock.”

She looked at me like I was the smartest person in the world and I had just described something as significant as the origins of the universe. While my knowledge seemed mundane to me, to her it was wonderful. Actually, what I had said was indeed wonderful, in that knowledge passed down to me had been created by scientists and other scholars working and learning for generations, but we don’t often think of that. That goes for everything we know, and we should probably appreciate it more.

Behind me I heard the door of the rental car agency open and out came her mom in a kerfuffle. “Let’s go,” she shouted, walking angrily away toward her rental car.

The younger woman started pulling away from me, walking backwards toward her mom and the car she was getting into.

“Can I keep these rocks?”

“Sure!”

“How do I learn more?” she asked, almost in desperation. By now she was 20 feet away from me, still retreating, and she cried again, “How do I learn more?”

She reached her hand out to me, even as she continued to retreat.

“Get in!” her mom yelled.

I reached my hand out in return into the space between us, almost as I was trying to rescue her from drowning in a raging river, but in vain.

So much came to mind to tell her. Textbooks, fossil field guides, college classes, the internet; it all swirled in my head as I sought the right thing to say to someone so eager to learn.

I fumbled for the right answer in those seconds, but finally, it came to me.

“Go to a library!’ I shouted. “Any library! The librarians will help you learn! They will be happy to teach you! They know how! Ask a librarian!

She gave me a big smile, got into the car with her mom, rolled her window down, stuck her head out of it, and continued to smile and wave to me until the car was out of sight.

As I drove to Iowa Falls, I contemplated how a person who was clearly curious and intelligent could know so little about rocks and fossils and how to learn about them. I realized that she had likely never been exposed to a public education. That her mother had cruelly isolated her.

I know people who homeschool their children and they do a great job. Their kids are well-educated and integrated into the community. I’m not worried about these kids.

Gov. Kim Reynolds and Republican legislators have been working hard to dismantle Iowa’s public schools in favor of private schools with vouchers that put public money into private schools. Out-of-state online companies have popped up that will provide homeschooling curriculum in exchange for voucher payments.

I hope I’m wrong, but perhaps the next step is for Reynolds to cut a check directly to those who are homeschooling their children with no oversight. Unlike my friends who do a great job homeschooling their kids, I think many will see it as Reynolds giving them thousands of dollars per kid as an incentive to keep them home.

Some of these children will likely be abused and neglected with no oversight, and we will have more children like Natalie Finn and Sabrina Ray. Others will most certainly enter the juvenile justice system.

And a great many children who will not meet their full potential, like the woman I met from Arkansas.