Tom's rants

Rahm

2011-02-23T17:48:00.000-08:00

Is Chicago really that stupid?
Dude, what the f are you?
It's kinda like watching a rat! Doesn't scare me but I know he aint any good at all.

Trees

2011-02-17T15:59:00.000-08:00

In my life I bet I planted a thousand trees. It started when I was a small boy. Mom and Dad brought home two little whips of Colorado Blue Spruce. (to this day still one of my favorite trees)
I put them in Mom's flower beds in front of the house, next to the entrance of the home. They were just a few inches high, and needed protection from Rabbits and other pests. I fought em all, from Spider Mites on! When the trees were about two feet high I moved them to their permanent homes in the back yard. I last saw them in 1997 when I said goodbye to Michigan.
While those trees were growing, I helped plant a field of pines for the Michigan School for The Blind. I worked as a Landscaper for years, finishing as a Tree Trans planter for Schafer and sons. I liked driving the big rig that moved the trees.
My Grandfather and my father were Lumber Jacks, cutting wood for Pulp, Lumber and to use for heat in the cold Upper Peninsula winters. To this day I use trees for heat, though I wait and get ones that are fallen on their own. Propane gives me that luxury. We had one hard and fast rule about trees. You take one, you put three back! I remember the first time I set my eyes on a Live Oak. Mrs. C had taken me to one of the Plantations near Charleston S.C. I was smitten.
It's with these things in mind I'm thinking about the man that poisoned the oaks at Auburn.
I want to ask him, "Brah? You stupid? Or just Mean?"

Freedom of Speech

2011-02-10T16:37:00.000-08:00

I wonder....
Is it an infringement of someones right to free speech to disrupt it with ones own free speech?

Snow Day!

2011-01-10T07:46:00.000-08:00

Boss called and said to stay home. Hmm Smart Boss. Over 100 accidents before 9am.
Thought I might take the boat out for a spin. C'mon everyone get your swim trunks on and lets go!

My Birthday

2010-11-03T17:13:00.000-07:00

So on my birthday, I wanted just one thing. I wanted someone to stop the Muslim from his dis-manteling of America.
Sit down Barry, and shut up Nancy!
Thank You America!

Juan Williams

2010-10-21T15:58:00.000-07:00

The people that read this blog have been doing so for years and therefor know me.
These are my opinions, and only my opinions. They don't reflect the opinions of my employer or family members or even the neighbors cat! (that I know of)
As you can tell by the two post's before this, we will stand and be counted. I am my fathers son after all.
Juan Williams is a liberal twit that makes me want to puke most days. Today I find myself in the damn odd position of.... wait for it.... agreeing with him! Yep, muslims on an airplane make me nervous too! The garbage that killed those on 9-11 did so in the name of Allah, and ....wait for it.......islam! They did not do this in the name of Peaches and Herb, or any other obscure seventies music act!
So Juan thinks like most of the rest of us. I'll be damned. Whodathunkit!

You did what? Two

2010-10-18T17:48:00.000-07:00

In keeping with Don's comment, it was much the same at our house.
Mom walked in to wake Dad, and got grabbed and thrown onto the bed with hands on throat.
He kissed her and asked her to never do that again. Just say his name quietly and he would answer. This is what I did as a kid growing up. All I had to do was say "Dad" in a normal tone once. He would answer me.
One of his neighbors had a bunch of kids. One of the Daughters was and still is in the Marines. Dad was napping in the yard when she went outside to practice with her trumpet.She played Boots and Saddles. He was up like a shot!
Some things you never forget, even into your seventies.
So Dad told me that he was a guest of the North Koreans for three days, when their position was over run.
He said that they would roll a ball of sticky rice across the dirty floor to you. If you reached out to take it they would strike you on the hand with a cane with a cartridge attached to it. They would then say Dong Ho? (Sp?) Does it hurt?
He wouldn't eat the rice. Said he lost a bunch of weight in three days.
I asked him how he got out of that? He said the Rope Runners came and got him.
"Rope Runners?" I asked him? The 101st Airborne. Fitting, as Dad was 11Th Airborne.
As I have aged I have come to understand that I know very little of the man I call Dad.
The man that used to come home after 10 to 12 hours at the plant, and drop his lunch pail at the steps on his way to pick up his ball glove is just one small part.

You Did What?

2010-10-13T17:08:00.001-07:00

So I was having a conversation with my Dad the other day. He tells me how to tame a gun that I bought. Seems I need to strap it to my arm to hold it down. He would know. This type weapon was used against him in Korea.
So we never had rice when Dad was home when I was a kid. We didn't eat Chicken either. I found out about the rice just this week.
Dad never talked about the war much. He would tell us kids things that we could use in our day to day lives to make things easier, but seldom blood and guts. He won a battle field commission while there. He declined. I only know of this through my Mother. I know that when he got home he slept a lot.
My Uncle Edward, of Iwo Jima fame picked at him some.
He ran into Dads bedroom one night screaming Asian words and jumped on the bed!
Grandpa pulled Dad off before Ed got killed. Ed was 6'4" and 260#. He had Dad by about 50# and was a Martial arts instructor. Dad was jamming Ed between the bed and the wall head first! Continued

Austin

2010-08-09T18:34:00.001-07:00

So the wife had business in Austin Texas, and took me along for the ride. First impressions were 'what a nice city". Second impression was of Sixth Street. Sixth is a cross between Animal House, American Pie, all hell broke loose, with Willie Nelson thrown in for good measure. It is wall to wall bars, and every one has live music. Some not good, but most great! Those folks flat bring it, starting at Five pm and end it I don't know when cause I couldn't stay up that late. It is the short skirt and girl tattoo capitol of the world. While I could do without the tatoo's I didn't mind the skirts.... Hmmm.
We caught a band called The South side Ramblers, and I thought they were the best I heard the whole trip.
I met some interesting people while there, though the two that stand out were not from there.
I met retired Senior Chief Juan, a Cuban American. His pet peeve, people that speak to him in Spanish. He told me of a girl at a McDonald's that kept speaking to him in Spanish even though he spoke in English. He did have to tell her that Miami was indeed in the United Sates, and the language of business was English!
I met a Gabbie from the Sudan. His big bitch? Illegals and the crime they bring. He also didn't like that he had to be able to speak Spanish to qualify for some government jobs. He said he was glad to learn English, and in America that should be enough. He works hard at two jobs so that he can have some things, and would like the folks in Washington to get out of his pocket. He told me that in Sudan, you work you eat. He is a handicapper as well.
Folks as bad as it seems, We're not done yet!

AND THEN WHAT?

2010-07-26T17:01:00.000-07:00

Wife and I were riding into town on Sunday to get a bite and drop off more cash to Lowe's home improvement store. We were in her Chevy, and therefore knew what the outside temp was. It read 102 degrees. In front and one lane over was a truck that had of all things, a dog in the open back. Mans best friend wasn't fit to ride in the air conditioning. Shit like that makes me want to hurt people.

So I was reading about this fella called Duch. He was the head of the Khmer Rouge Death Camp. He killed or was responsible for the deaths of sixteen thousand people. He got 35 years. Nineteen after time served and such. What can you do when killing them isn't punishment enough? I doubt he lives long enough to get out, but he might. (he's 67)
I believe he should have been tied to a stake and let the victims piss on him for a week, then shoot in head.

Where have I been?

2010-07-18T06:16:00.000-07:00

Hey gang! sorry to have been quiet for so long. Reasons as follows. Summer time. Extra yard work and busy at my job. Have lots to say about a bunch of stuff but can't find a nice way to express my self. Not sure how some of the things I might say would affect my job, or the way people perceive me. I don't care that some folks might not like what I have to say, but I do care that they understand what I'm trying to say. I don't want to be labeled a bigot or racist for instance, because of my anti illegal alien stance. So here are some quick hits. Things that make me go ???WTF???.
Paco and the boys down south like flying the Mexican flag all over the place but won't stay there and improve the lot of their own country. I could get all up in this debate, but I won't. Hey Paco! No papers no stay! Comprendo?
I see the Iroquois Lacrosse team has been denied access to England due to the use of their own passports. Got to have US or Canadian. It seems that they and some other tribes are a sovereign nation. How does that work? You can be an American or Canadian when it suits you, and an Iroquois when you want? Do you get health care? What about social security? Welfare? If I'm paying your freight then you are an American. If I'm not, then I don't give a damn what windmills you want to joust.
I'd like to point out to the atheists using a blow dryer to un-baptize people, you make my point for me. If you truly don't believe, then that hair dryer wouldn't be necessary. Oh by the way, once in the masters hand, even you can't remove yourself. Dumb asses.
Last but not least, The NAACP. Calling the tea party people racist is a bit like the pot calling the kettle black. Whats this shit about wanting to make neverland a park? Good idea! lets pay homage to that weirdo pervert that had more money than sense.
Keep your guns clean, and lend a neighbor a hand with his.

It's a guy thing.

2010-05-23T18:07:00.000-07:00

Oil Continued

2010-05-11T18:56:00.000-07:00

So the wife and I went to Pensacola beach to eat a meal at out fav Seafood restaurant. (Peg leg Pete's) She began taking me to this beach when we first started dating. I got a sunburn under my arms from the reflection off of the sand that first year. On a sunny day the sand is blinding white, and the waters blue green. On the day of these pics there was a thunderstorm, but just as beautiful. One of the things that I noticed about Pensacola on this last trip was the effect of the economy around town. We got a room at an extended stay place with a full kitchen and a living room for around eighty a night. There was a Bennigans across the parking lot from us but it was shut down. Same with a Steak and Ale a block up. Same with some other Hotels and motels in the area. The thing that really stood out was the empty Billboard signs everywhere. No-one was advertising. Room on the most beautiful beaches in the world and now an oil slick. My thoughts and prayers go out to those that make a living off of the white sand and the fish and oyster beds.

Our Trip

2010-05-02T17:35:00.001-07:00

Pics are of Pensacola Beach on Friday. Mrs C and I had business in LA (lower Alabama) on Thursday and Friday. We went to the beach for lunch, and to join all the rest that were getting their last look at a pristine beach before the oil got there. Continued.

Russia

2010-04-12T18:21:00.000-07:00

So we got a new person at work this past week. He is from Poland. I'm kind of partial to pols as I'm one my self. Well half anyway. The other is Irish. (think you can drink with me?)
While I don't think this person is a rocket scientist when it comes to cars or politics, He has some interesting things to say about some other groups. "The Russians" he says, are killers. Not to be trusted, period! I said " The girls are hot though". He said the good genetics didn't extend to the mind. I concur. My condolences to him and all of the Polish people at this time.

Tea Party

2010-03-21T09:25:00.000-07:00

So I hear some protesters called some members of the Congressional Black Caucus Niggers. Charlie Rangel says there are no black people in these groups. Nothing gets past him! Charlie, there are two kinds of people in this world. Those that produce, and those that consume. When it comes to Health care and Black people, I'm guessing they're more of a consumer. I'm also guessing that Whitey is gonna run out of money before he runs out of poor black folks to pay for. By my numbers, using the cost from the CBO I think the wife and I are gonna be on the hook for a couple of thou a piece in the first year. A little help here? We need our black brothers and sisters to stand with us and help lift this country, not stand and watch with your hand out. Think I'm a racist? Nope! I'm a realist. when the entitled group becomes bigger then the providers, everyone loses.

Our Rights

2010-03-15T17:09:00.000-07:00

House Bill 3509 has passed the house and Senate here in SC.
In a nutshell it says that the feds can't order us to do anything that is not ordained by the Constitution of the United Sates.
It mentions the right to keep and bear arms specifically, but not limited to just that. South Carolina also recognises the rights of other states to do the same. In other words. You can keep your change. We along with Texas, Oklahoma, Montana, and Alaska will keep our guns and our freedoms.

And were back

2010-02-23T17:04:00.000-08:00

New changes coming. Some you will see, and some you won't. Once again, Blogger comments until we find something we like better.

Back to blogger comments

2010-02-22T17:45:00.001-08:00

I have decided not to upgrade to Echo commenting, and instead just use the blogger form for now. If anyone has any suggestions I'd like to hear them. I'm going to reinstall the widgets as I can. So be patient. Pick is looking out Coton Grill in Lexington South Carolina. There is a fountain in the Mill pond.

Haloscan

2010-02-20T14:42:00.000-08:00

No commenting until I get it fixed. Sorry.
Please stand by.

Toyota

2010-02-19T13:18:00.000-08:00

Hat tip to

don.

What the ????

2010-02-13T06:53:00.000-08:00

When I first came to South Carolina I was told, "The only thing between us and hell is a screen door!"

It froze last night.

Toyota

2010-02-02T16:15:00.000-08:00

So everyone knows that I'm a GM guy. Always have been. I do own other brands, but not Toyota. Why? Over rated in the quality hype. Don't like em.
What do I make of this sticking gas pedal thing? Not much. Pull the damn floor mat back if it gets stuck. I hate that four lives were lost in a runaway Lexus, but!!!!!!! Why did they call 911? Why not calmly, shift the car into neutral, and then use the brake to stop the car. Do I think the cars are safe? Yes. I did hear from a friend that one in his family did slow down to an idle a couple of times though. Still safe as long as it isn't in front of me, on my way home.

Here we go!

2010-01-19T15:43:00.000-08:00

First for John. I was doing great until about a week ago. I now have some iritis and a dry cornea. It makes it hard to use this box, so don't expect replies to all comments.

Massachusetts..... We might be saved by WHO? The revolution has begun at the ballot box.
Couple of votes coming up in SC. The roll call vote. Says you're on record with how you voted in the legislature of this state.
Sovereignty. Says that We need only accept that which is bound by the constitution of the united states. Not the nation of Pelosi/Reid. Lets get this right and Tom won't have to rant about it.
So I heard that the senate might try and block the seating of Brown if he wins. One word for you. Don't! Enough is enough, and you can and will be brought back to earth.
I am at a loss for words to describe how much these people piss me off.
I'm off to see if Messatwoshits can fix some of this.

Stupid spots

2009-12-22T17:49:00.000-08:00

Anyone notice those dumb white ovals folks have in their cars? You know the ones. Stuff like OBX for outer banks. I hate them. I want one that says SWO for stupid white oval. I saw one that was even worse today. It was a blue spot on a red background. Said I'm a bright blue spot in a very red state. Huh? Well then someone doesn't belong, right? Kinda like when I go into a new bar and can't see the people til someone cracks a joke. Hmm guess I might wanna leave. I digress. There is nothing about you that makes me think you're bright, Mr blue spot! I think you might be rather dull in fact. I wonder how far one can center one of those with a .300, or an ought6? Might make a great contest one day. To hell with Turkey shoots, lets use those blue spots. For the record I think they originated in Dick Hater Georgia, aka Decatur.

Jesse's Page

2009-12-07T16:14:00.004-08:00

The first time I met Jesse he tossed a food bowl at me. I came to learn that he was a sentient being with a sharp mind. I remember teaching him about mailboxes. We have a rural box that must have looked for all the world like it could eat a horse. I learned not to do just anything while leading the horse. After a bit he could open the box and check for mail. He was tied to the trailer on the side with the tack room one day. He opened a tool type box and got into some horse

cookies. Through another lid as I remember. Jesse liked gates. He could open them or jump them. Didn't seem to matter which.

I watched as he begun to get ill, a droopy lip and an eye that he had trouble closing. Thought he had a stroke or nerve damage from the hoof of another. I watched as my wife worried and fretted over him, unsure what to do. He went to the university of Georgia twice, only to find nothing. He was having trouble eating, maybe losing some of his feeling in his tongue. Dropping more of his food. I watched my wife wrestle with the decision of when to put a friend and companion down. This happened on Monday of thanksgiving week. I then watched her question her decision. What made her think she was god?

The preliminary report was a tumor on the brain stem. He was glad he didn't have to suffer that to the end.

I've often wondered about the bond between these women and their horses. I always thought it was a control issue, and nothing more. I have come to understand that the horses are really giving a gift.

PS. Thanks to those that helped her through a tough time, and thanks Whit for sharing your wisdom.

Pets

2009-11-03T16:07:00.000-08:00

Pic is of the Mackinaw Bridge, taken from the St Ignace side.

Yeah I know it's been a long time. Lots of things going on in my world, and not much of it good. Reese the Doberman has been diagnosed with

Melanoma. She had surgery to remove it, and will have another to get a better margin. Jesse the Horse seems to have a tumor hiding somewhere. Not sure but have ruled everything else out. Not sure how much time he has. Measuring in months, not years. I need more dental surgery. Remains to be seen how much.

I see that the young girl run down by her Father has died. We need to bring back hanging. The Imam that was killed by the FBI had a great turnout at his funeral. Dearborn Michigan should be the next front in the war against radical islam. Might have to give Dcat her due on this one. She doesn't see any muslims as non-radical. The funeral would suggest she is right. Ever wonder what it's like to be Poland? Russia practising war games of a nuclear variety at them. Obama, you are either the dumbest son of a bitch on the planet, or the evilest. Things are tightening up around here for the rest of us that ducked the first round of recession. Don'tcha wonder where this is going.... Put em all in bread lines to quell dissent. That works well in the cities, but not here in Red Neck Holler. Ammo is still scarce here.

What next

2009-10-05T16:13:00.000-07:00

Pic is of Lake superior from the catwalk of Crisp Point lighthouse. Anyone see Pelosi crying that there will be blood? Nothing gets past her does it? I was following the story about two Black boys that beat an autistic white kid on a bus in St Louis. Thugs at 14 and 15 but not charged as adults, and no hate crime! In my world you'd be in chains working a field til you got the message. So the arabs and the commies are going to ditch the dollar. So what? Ditch their products. Had it up to my eyes with the lot of them, and I'll quit my job to make some American made TV or such. I'd do it for less money just to take my shot at em. I saw some wind turbines in the last week. Didn't think they ruined the skyline where I was. Looked like God providing as he promised. I wonder when they will try to take our guns? I wonder if that is where it starts. I read that El Baradai (sp) thinks that a nuke armed Israel is the biggest threat to peace. Is he fucking kidding me? The stupid have truly out bread us, and we are doomed to a colossal fight. A friend told me the other day, "I'm scared, but excited". I'm neither. I'm angry that my quiet life has to be disrupted by liberal thinking dumb asses. Seek God in the quiet places that you can hear him. Seek God in the noisy places that you may know his authority.

Never

2009-09-10T17:10:00.000-07:00

I will never forget, nor will I ever forgive the actions of that day.
I will always remember where I was and how I first heard. I will remember the confusion that I felt. The not knowing what to do where to go, what the hell was going on. I will always remember the helpless feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I will always remember the calm voice of my Boss, Bob Andrews on that day. Loose quote "People need us. They need to see us doing what we always do, as though nothing is wrong, even though we know its bad. Listen to the news away from the people. It seems like our world is coming to an end. We will show them it isn't."
I will always remember the anger.
I will say my prayers for the souls of the dead, and one for me that I may one day be rid of this poison islam has put in my soul.

Notes

2009-09-02T17:07:00.000-07:00

Twas the night before football and all through the house, every ones a fan unless you're a louse.
Go Cocks, and on Sat, Go Blue!
Got some good news this past week. It turns out that my friend Keith is not dead! He is alive and still fighting. It was great to sit and have drinks with him again, even if he was drinking tea. More soon, but time is still as Hootie says punishing me.

A Letter to Ted Kennedy

2009-08-26T17:21:00.000-07:00

Dear Ted.
You have proven that the good die young. I'm kinda surprised that you didn't live to be a million. Even you couldn't survive your lifestyle. Was Mary Jo still pissed at you for killing her? I wonder why God sets scum like you live so well. I doubt you ever had to work for a meal, and I have but one regret where you are concerned. I wish I had been given the chance to give you the finger. I think it's going to be a bit warm for you, and you will be very busy, so I'll close in saying...... F.O.

I did it again

2009-08-17T19:02:00.000-07:00

So I'm on the tool truck today, and Woody, the prop asks me if I know Keith, from my area.
Yes I say, we drink together, and enjoy a bit of Cheers like camraderie.
Seems Keith has died. I knew he was very sick. He told me when he was diagnosed with cancer. He didn't stand a chance. I had the chance to know him better, but didn't take the time. I thought about all I knew about him, and it was scant. He came out of Ohio, by way of Virginia. We both did the same thing. He for Car Max. He was a damn good mechanic. I would know. He was a better human being. This too, I would know. He worked mere blocks from me, and we sometimes ate at the same bar for lunch. We always spoke, always chatted. Hell, I knew where he lived, but we didn't hang. After finding out about his diagnosis, I meant to leave him with my number so as to help if I could. I didn't and now I can't. Rest in peace my friend.

Stimulus Package

2009-08-05T16:48:00.000-07:00

So we seem to have lost our way. We can't seem to tell what is and what isn't a stimulus package. Let me help. Tom and Gisele Brady seem to have all the bases covered. My wife and I agree.

Moving on to Cash for Clunkers..... Not so much.

I have wanted to get my wife to swap her old car. (a 15 year old Acura with 270,000 miles on it) Cash for Clunkers would seem to be the tipping point. 4500 bucks for a new car. I'd buy a GM cause I get them at employee price. Turns out, the old Integra, with all its leaks and faults doesn't qualify. It gets too good MPG. Gotta be 18 or less. I thought the idea was to move cars, American cars. Nope! The idea seems to be to get the poor a new car partly on my dime. Meanwhile I wait for better times. Hmmm. So I guess it was about global warming? Nope. Total emissions savings are about one hour a year. This is before we take into count the cost of recycling these old cars. So who won in this deal? Not Me! Not you either unless you had an old car that qualified. Not GM or Chrysler, most folks bought Japan or Korea. Yeah we wanted to stimulate the Koreans? While Gisele might stimulate me, I have no idea what stimulus the Clunkers program is, and to whom. Can't wait for Universal Health care so I can try to see a doctor for this stimulus headache!

Whats new

2009-07-29T17:01:00.000-07:00

Couple of quick updates. My back has now had two very good days in a row. Guess the shot worked. I had an appointment in Atlanta for my eye. We discussed the fact that I don't think I see as well as I should. Doc agreed, and ran another test showing inflammation in my eye still. I then received a steroid shot in the eye, and some drops. Yes I said in the eye! No it didn't hurt but was awful anyway.
So I guess Obama, and the Cop and the Prof are getting together for a beer. If I'm that Cop there is just no way I'm there. There is no good reason! Gates should have shut the hell up and let the man leave. Nothing pisses me off more then some black guy calling me a racist. Damn if I'll drink a beer with him!
Time for a bit of a story.
I was born and raised in Lansing Michigan. I am the only son of an auto worker. My earliest memories are of living in a house on what at that time was Logan Street. There was an old shack next to our house. It was empty. We rented our house from a black woman named Brown. Dad worked Concrete construction at that time. Pumped gas in the winter. Whatever he could do to keep me and four half siblings fed. Mom stayed at home. The house we lived in was just a shack in it's own right. It was heated with a fuel oil stove in the dining room. We didn't have shit. The yard was large, so we had a big garden to grow veggies, and Mom made the bread we ate. All of that is gone now, replaced by big apartment buildings. Ohh and a historical marker. It marks the boyhood home of one Malcolm Little! You might know him as Malcolm X. The road is no longer Logan Street. It is Martin Luther King JR boulevard.
I remember when the black community rose up and demanded that the street be changed. Didn't give a damn about all the money it would cost to businesses and the town it self.
At that time in the center of town, the road was divided with several acres in the middle that was just open land in the ghetto. The city offered to build a memorial park on this land instead. A place where their children could play, safe from the traffic and gangs of the neighborhood. The idea was rejected by the black community in favor of the name change.
I remember reading that Malcolm, just before he died spent some time in Africa. He found
white people working hard for no money to improve the lot of black people they didn't know. That was the bone he was chewing on when he died. Mr Gates, that white man was trying to protect your house from an unknown threat. While SGT Crowley is free to do as he wishes, I don't drink with assholes, and you sir are an asshole.

Quick Hits

2009-07-13T10:12:00.000-07:00

So for those that know, Ive suffered a pinched nerve in my back. Had an MRI this morning and will get a shot on Thursday. Hope back to work on Monday, God willing and the river don't rise. We lost some celebs. I'll comment on only two.
Farrah. She was the most beautiful woman of her age. I must have been the only kid I knew that didn't have her poster on my wall. (Didn't do posters)
Michael.........Even you, will I say a prayer for.
It seems Obama can't figure out what to call Putin. Called him the president three times. Someone near to me thinks it was done on purpose. I just think he's a dumb ass.
Palin quiting. I think she should have told Letterman he was a "fucking dirt bag" before leaving. Then we have Levi popping off like he knows something about anything at his age. Shut up boy, the adults are talking. She shouldn't run for president. I still contend that if McCain had picked Mitt we wouldn't have lost.
Please God, keep Obama safe, cause Joe will hurt himself or worse and we'd have Pelosi. I might have to leave then.
For those that think I'm a warmonger, "Butt licking only makes you a Butt licker that needs a mint". It doesn't bring peace, or safety.

Independence Day

2009-07-03T18:49:00.000-07:00

In the last post I asked you a question. I thank those of you that took the time to answer.
On this day, the fourth, I will give you my answer and my thoughts on the future.
North Korea. I would tell the Chinese that there will be no more orders for televisions, cars, toothpaste, etc etc until they get a handle on North Korea, and Human Rights in Beijing. I would drop the first missile as it left the peninsula, and then call China.
As my daughter was graduating from boot camp I had the chance to meet an extra ordinary woman in Chicago doing a show with Diane from Canada. She wanted her home back and used art to make her point. Ms Hashemi, I hope your parrot is dead.
Barack missed an opportunity this past week to strike a blow for those fighting for their country in Iran. He should have called a spade a spade, and sent the Navy to provoke the Iranian Military into a fight! Two reasons. One, to pull pressure off of those protesters in the streets, and two to stop the flow of arms to Iraq, and elsewhere. Challenge the straights of Hormuz. Give the people a chance to win a fight. Escalation? Not!
I spoke to a seal that was there ten years ago. He told me of bringing a man home for burial. We have been at war a long time.
Tonight I was reminded that many in our military are there just because it is a job. This is no different then it was in the days of Col Sam Huston, and before. Did George Washington have the full faith and support of everyone? No! He made do with what he had. He crossed the Delaware with what he had. A bunch of losers and nut jobs that didn't know the meaning of defeat! I'm going to make my noise and sing my songs. I'm going to fly my flag. You can join me, or you can kiss my ass. It really is that damn simple.

People, remember, The cream always rises to the top.

What would you do?

2009-06-22T18:12:00.000-07:00

It is reported that North Korea will launch a missile on or about the 4Th of July. It may be aimed at the Hawaiian islands. Is it a ploy for food? What would you do? Before? After? Shoot it down? Where? Before or after Japan?
Second Question set. What should our response be to the events in Iran?

Stones two

2009-06-11T17:05:00.000-07:00

Whit asks "Where are you going with that brick?" Indeed I'm not sure. At least one of my readers is having a bit of a time right now, and I hope to be of some help. I would throw money but that would be another stone.....;) (also don't have any)
Yes we could throw the damn thing, but I'm old and my arm doesn't work anymore. What we need is a destination. A place to want to be. Not with friends or family, just a place for you. This is a place of the mind. A place of peace. It's a place to set the bag down and rest. How do I get there? By watching your stones. Only carry your own. Know the difference between yours and someone Else's. It is my belief that, as Don says "someone can take one of yours away."
Best way to do that is to help a stranger, or just do something uncommonly nice to someone not expecting it. Some call it paying it forward. An example that I like to use is to pay the meal for the person in the car behind me at the fast food place. I'm prone to let you out in traffic if I can. Whit rescues puppies from the highway, and befriends northern boys. Shows a kind soul. I believe that there is someone up above. I hear all the time from those that say they don't believe in such things. Maybe for a time they do believe that. Nobody always believes that. Everyone that you meet has some impact on your life. I know without a doubt that I've had a very bad impact on some lives, and would wish never again that effect. I may never know the impact of the good that I do, but it removes a stone or two along the way from more then one bag. My own rules are simple.
Don't throw stones.
Don't catch stones.
Rules for someone throwing stones at you.
If their aim is bad, ignore them.
If they hit you then kick their ass. ;)

Stones

2009-06-05T20:04:00.000-07:00

I wonder if you know about Stones.
Each one of us (though we don't know about it) carries a bag upon our backs. This bag is full of stones. Some large and some small, but all counting toward the weight of the bag. This bag is our burden through out life. some folks have a great burden and some seem to have none.
The truth is that the burdens (stones) that we carry are of our own choosing.
As we go through out this trip we meet people that travel on the same road we do. They don't have the same destination as we. They are going places that have nothing to do with us or where we are. Much less where we are going.
As we go, we gather stones. The stones become too great to carry alone so we share them. This isn't in the form of, "Hey help me carry these!" It's in the form of "let me slip just one of these into his/her bag. They won't notice. What one doesn't know is that you can't just get rid of stones that way. Yes you add to the bag of someone else but you don't lessen the burden of your own bag. What you do is to invite someone else to walk the same road that you walk. That is the magic of stones.
One of the things that I've noticed is that people seem to forget that they are a part of everyone else around them.
Don't get it? Think of the people that you interact with every day.
That guy that cut you off on the way to work today. How long did you cuss him, or think about him?
That guy was Me, or someone like me, that didn't take the time to notice you, as an individual.
I slipped up and put a stone in your bag. Continued.....

Memorial Day

2009-05-24T05:56:00.000-07:00

I got to thinking about my family,and all that served our country. Most of them ar gone to their final reward.
My Grandfather, William John, WW1. A Cook.
His sons.
Dewey, USN Sea Bee. Under water demolitions. WW2.
Edward, USMC, Iwo Jima. WW2. He said the fighting was so fierce that you couldn't take the time to crap.
William T, my father. 11Th Airborne. Korea. Three purple hearts.
Leonard, Army.
Two grandsons from his daughters.
Wayne W, Army, Viet Nam.
Jim K, USN, Marine barracks, Lebanon.
Great grandchildren.
Jen, my niece. USN.
Ruth, my daughter. USN.
These are just the ones I know about. Too many cousins to keep tract of.
We have been blessed that none fell on the field of battle, though I think Wayne died of cancer at 28 due to Agent Orange. Just my guess though.
I think of some of my friends. Rusty, USN Viet Nam. I think he was on the Midway, but not sure. He told me that on the last day the choppers were coming so fast that they barely had time to throw them overboard before the next landed.
Jeff, Air Force. Desert Storm 1. He said the sun was blocked out from the smoke. A scene from Dante's inferno.
Some families lost so much and need our prayers.
On Monday, I will grill some meat, and spend a quiet day with loved ones, and say a prayer for those that serve and have served.

Too Much?

2009-05-12T17:27:00.000-07:00

Anyone catch the bit done by Wanda Sykes the other night? Wonder if she even listened to Rush Limbaugh. If so then surely not with an open mind. Wishing his kidneys would fail is over the top. I would remind her that there are a lot of folks that think she and her far left cronies need an Oak Tree and rope. Why can't Obama try and be just a bit presidential? He likes rolling around in the mud with the classless, and cheats of the world. Next He will appoint Ward Churchill Sec of Education.
My mind drifts to Kwame Kilpatrick and the mess he left Detroit in. Why can't we see some real leadership out of the Black community? All of this crap should make me angry, but all I am is tired. It's gonna be a huge job fixing this mess when he is done.

Boat Two

2009-05-10T11:58:00.001-07:00

A before and after pic of my boat. Am going to live with the wrong carpet. Next time I'll use someone with a storefront. I put it together from memory.

2009-04-28T17:55:00.000-07:00

I don't have a million dollar view, or do I? I took this pic when I couldn't see. Glad the camera could.

The Boat

2009-04-23T17:43:00.000-07:00

So whats been keeping me? I can have a story a day easy. Here's one.
I am the owner of a JC Pontoon boat. The Cadillac of the fleet. Over the past nine years it has served as my outdoor living room, and Sunday morning breakfast nook. I like to read the paper on it and listen to the wildlife in the AM. Time took it's toll on the seats and carpet, rendering it un-usable this year. I sent it out to be reupholstered this winter. It didn't happen. The man I sent it to didn't do any work for a couple of months. After bugging him a bunch I got carpet, and my seats done. I found a stranger doing my seats one day. He did a good job but, the boat was never put together. I then learned that the man doing the job was a drug user that didn't pay his help or anyone else. It was about this time that I found the law was protecting the guilty. I couldn't go and get my stuff. Not in the building, or on the property it was on. The man had a record of pointing a fire arm, and other nasty deeds. My neighbor finally got a time set to meet this man and get my stuff. To be last Saturday. Sat morning I get a phone call from the ICU saying "I can't make our meeting cause I got inna bad wreck." Are you hurt? "I got some stuff busted inside. I'm bleeding." I got his partner to get my stuff for me. I then gave him, at his hospital bed some cash to help with his bond. I paid his Uncle a bit for the work he did, even though it was wrong. I'm tearing it back apart to redo the bit of work that was done. I payed the man that sewed My seats, the money this man owed him. That man then made my Bimini Top for me. I am now putting my boat together a bit at a time each night after work. Sorry to be away so much but this is the first new thing I've ever owned, and it's special to me. I'll show pics when I can get the high speed connect.

Lets fire Rick Wagoner

2009-03-31T16:32:00.000-07:00

Lets fire Rick Wagoner. We can do that because we own the company, right? Uhh don't think so. I might own stock in GM, but Barack doesn't! I don't get to fire him either. I'm not an elected member of the board.
Why would I fire a guy that for the last five or six years has done all he can to make GM a profitable company? What did he do wrong?
He was too slow and methodical, and didn't get enough out of the unions. Thirty two years with the company. Thirty two years putting GM first. Walking away when it would help his company survive to fight another day. It isn't about money this time folks, It's about thirty two years. It's about the cars. It's about a legacy! It's about putting your name up there with Ransom, and Harley, and Arkus, and yes even DeLorean. It's about the cars. It's about the people like my Dad, who put thirty years of his own into the cars.
The company was streamline and ready to make money until this latest mess. Thanks Enron, AIG, Banking industry. It's about America! You don't have the right to pick a head of a private company! We don't do that here!

Elloree

2009-03-29T06:14:00.000-07:00

So Mrs. C and I got invited to a horse race last weekend. We usually have front row spots at the Carolina Cup races this weekend, but gave them up. The cost of the race in Camden was too much.

The race in Elloree though is much cheaper, though more redneck. I'm losing my hair again. Didn't know until I got a sunburn from the races. In the pic look at the black cloud above the mans head. It was a flock of birds that jumped out of a pine tree. for a brief moment they were in the shape of a whirlwind.

Got to see the Budweiser Clydesdale's too! Don't forget to click the pic for full size.

More later.

Tourism

2009-03-16T19:12:00.000-07:00

So we went to Atlanta for a checkup. I'm healing. Will be a year before I know what I have.
I wanted to see Underground Atlanta. Wont bother you with the details. "It's a mall!"
Went out to find the info center, and ran into a homeless man. He was an old Black man with the best shtick. We (wife and I) were wearing Michigan hoodies for luck. (selection Saturday)
He stopped us and asked us if we had been to the ACC Championship. He began to tell us of the nearby sights and things. He told us of the things to avoid as well. Told us of a new coke product that should have "bones and a skull on the label." I found him to be a bunch of fun, with good info to boot. At the end he asked if I could spare some change. I told him I'd get him a meal, and handed him a ten. He told me that he could get a couple of meals easy on that! He then asked God to bless us, then shook my hand and left. Atlanta should hire him. He knew everything about what was going on and how to get there from where he was. I hope he was out of the rain last night.

Loose thoughts and demons an such

2009-03-03T17:26:00.000-08:00

I was reading that Obama is willing to take missile defence off the table in exchange for Russian help with Iran. North Korea is going to test a new missile that can reach the west coast. HUH?
I was reading a story about John C Odom. He was a minor league pitcher that was traded for ten Maple bats. He ended his life full of drugs and alcohol. Not sure if he meant to or not, but he had his demons. It would seem they drug him off. I am Catholic, so to me the fight isn't over. I'll say a prayer or two at least for his soul. Feel free to pitch in if you will. (no pun intended)
We all have our demons, some more real then others. Some of our own making and some not. I have fought most of my demons and if not won, at least have them locked up out of sight. I'll share one with you that I still carry. I hope to put him down but he isn't heavy enough yet. When I was a kid I got picked on a lot. Got beaten by total strangers in school just because they could.It's easy to whip a small four eyed kid. Problem is, He remembers. He remembers every taunt, fist, prank, and slight. At forty six, he still hates you. Always will. I remember the time I finally got enough skill to win. The poor sap owes his life to the friends of mine that pulled me off. Funny I don't hate him anymore. The rest of them are safe, I did lock him up remember, but I hear him now and again, snorting and shuffling along nearby. I think Odoms demon was too strong and he didn't have the help he needed. Traded for ten bats. Somebody ought to kick those GMs asses. I have friends that have demons that are chasing them all over the place. A few of them I love with all my heart, but am powerless to help. Tonight's message is this. "Life is a contact sport. Try to remember that all of us have bruises, and to lend a hand when you can."

Common Ground

2009-02-09T05:03:00.000-08:00

So I spent the weekend trying to be a community organizer. It gave me new respect for Barack. It's hard to sit and talk about issues with people that don't have the same values and concerns as you. Common ground. Is there really any? Not much that I could find. A friend was trying to explain institutional racism to me. She quoted a letter to the editor in our local paper written by a black woman. This writer spoke of growing up black and having to always be aware of what size handbag she carried when going into a store. My friend told me that as a white woman, she had never had to think about it. Lucky her. I know my wife has thought about it. A couple of weeks ago we were in Atlanta for one of my eye appointments. A neighbor recommended a restaurant. Parking was bad, forcing us to a parking garage. We had to walk through Saks Fifth Avenue to get to and from. Coming from, we had a large bag containing desert for later that night. When we passed through Saks, a large black man in a suit walked over to us and looked into our bag, then walked away. He was doing his job. We and a young black couple pushing a baby stroller then got into the elevator and left.
I was reading Leonard Pitts the other day. He was ranting about the death of a young girl. She was caught in the crossfire. It seems they named a park after her. They should have named a jail instead. Then filled it with her killers. Leonard called the black community weak for not having seen anything. I wrote him and told him it wasn't weakness it was stupidity. It is my opinion that black people are raised up to fail by their own people. The ones that don't accept this teaching, or are taught to expect success for their hard work are the ones that succeed.
What about discrimination? Does it exist? Yes. It exists in all forms toward all people. I myself was turned down for a promotion once because of my eyesight. I was not hired at other places for the same reasons, and told these things to my face. What did I do? I kept knocking on doors til someone answered. I went to school and got good grades. I learned to outwork the competition.
Should Sherondric be judged the same as Jim? You bet! Is he? Likely not. When I named my children I remember thinking about what effect their names might have on them. Ruth was almost something else for fear that it might make her a target. It is stupid to name your kid something that will be a strike against them from the start. We all know about the baby Adolph Hitler Campbell.
Do people discriminate when hiring? Absolutely. Can you overcome it? Absolutely. Find someone that wants your talent. My wife hired the best person for the job when she needed someone. This included a black woman, and an Asian man. Business wants people that can do the job, not people that look like me. Will racism ever go away?
Don't axe me, cause fo shizzle I don't know.

News

2009-02-05T10:34:00.000-08:00

Update on my eye. I'm healing. Hope to go back to work after next week.
Point of view on the Cal octuplets mother. It's a vagina, not a clown car! For gods sake take her uterus.
Pov Obama and his cabinet picks. Mrs and I aren't qualified due to the timely payment of our taxes. Do any of those people do the right thing?

Update

2009-01-15T18:24:00.000-08:00

Had my one week postop today. I have a possible complication. There was some excess bleeding, which was difficult to pinpoint due to the gas bubble in my eye. It is believed to be just a minor concern at this time. My vision is down to large objects, with contrast, but expected to clear within the coming week. The blood is expected to settle and not be a problem. I want to thank everyone for the kind words, thoughts, and prayers, as they sustain me. On a final note, our daughter is home and I would like to thank those whose concerns were with mine (that be you, John). Once again, thanks to Mrs. C for typing this.

Where have I been?

2009-01-13T08:21:00.000-08:00

Just a quick note to let everyone know that I have had an eye issue come up. This issue required urgent surgery this past Friday to repair a torn retina. The docs think they fixed it. It will be a couple of weeks before I know what I have. Hopefully, we will be back to our regularly scheduled show at that time. Thanks to Mrs. C for typing this for me. See ya soon. Tom

Long December

2008-12-26T16:57:00.000-08:00

Pic is of a roadside memorial to two young men that died in a motorcycle wreck this past week.
So I'm going to work one morning a couple of days before Christmas, and as I pop over a hill I see Blue lights...... Lots of em. I see a bright light like they use to do road construction at night. Highway patrol has the center three lanes blocked but I didn't see a wreck.
Found out later that it was the subject of the above photo.
Tried to find out what happened on the news but got a bunch of he said she said. I was about to chalk it up to natural selection, and still might, but I needed time to process it all.
December is a time of promise, and silver and gold for the young. For some of us though it is the bitter witches heart of the year. For me, it was ten years ago the twentieth that my mother died. My wife drove 16 hours in a snowstorm to get me there in time to say a proper goodbye. I remember. About the time I get the tree loaded with gifts, I remember.
This year, about a week or two before Christmas my Dads girlfriend suddenly died.
I guess they had been together about five years now.
I got a call from a woman that lives in our neighborhood. (I don't know her well) She told me that a dear friend that had moved away was in the hospital, diagnosed with bone cancer. She works where he banks. It was tough to go and see him and to talk to him since he got home and started his treatments. He is one of only two in this neighborhood that I could talk to about anything. I think the thing I love about him most is that he is a thinking man. (Count blessings, I have more then one friend here) So the season has been busy, and the economy is in the tank, but it could be so very much worse. Just ask the mothers of the two young men that died this past week here.

Auto Bailout

2008-12-11T16:18:00.000-08:00

Here is my take on whether to bail or not the auto industry.
Under no circumstance should GM or Ford be allowed to die. More on that later.
Chrysler: Sell the brand to GM for 0 dollars and some stock. What we're looking to save here is Jeep, and some niche products like Sebring Convertibles. Chicks dig em, and with the GM engine they might be worth more then spit, and live more then 90k.
Sell the Dodge Ram to Mitsubishi, or someone else.
GM: Bankruptcy. Restructure your debt and labor contracts. Use fed money to buy back your bonds at .50 on the dollar.
United Auto Workers: Put up or shut up. Use the one billion dollars in your strike fund to buy into GM. Become a full partner in the company, and continue buying into it. Play to your strengths. Outwork the rest of them. More hours, less pay, full profit sharing. I don't own the company that I work for, but I do own my workmanship. Fire those that don't own their workmanship. You work, you eat!
Back to the top: Machines of war are and have always been made in factories at home. No factories, no defence.
One more thing. China is a new world leader because they make stuff. We quit making stuff, and now have nothing to do.
It really is just that simple.

New stuff

2008-12-01T17:44:00.000-08:00

I've added two new things to the page. One is a E mail link to send the blog things like viruses and porn an such...kidding.
The other is a link list of readers reads. Hope you will help me fill it.

What happens

2008-11-29T08:12:00.000-08:00

What happens when you get a group of Americans and put them half a world away from home and kin?

They come together in celebration of what and who they are.

Thanksgiving

2008-11-27T05:09:00.000-08:00

I want to take a moment to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving.
While I'm cooking the bird I will be thinking of all of you. Hope everyone is where they want to be, and those that aren't I hope that you're among friends.

Socialism and my country

2008-11-17T16:09:00.000-08:00

Pic is of Crisp point light house in the upper peninsula of Michigan. You are looking toward Duluth Minnisota some fourhundred miles west. turn right and you look toward Canada about a hundred miles.
So now we've had a day or two to digest the conversation between John and I. I just might, as John says be insufferably stupid. If so then I've got some Canadian company.
I see the election of Barak Obama as nothing les than putting Nancy and the gay guy...... (dammit I can't remember his name, so I'll call him Lispy) in charge of the hen house. These folks will do wonders with our money. Might even change the world. Ole Lispy's boyfriend worked for Fanny or Freddy, (can't remember which) and made a bundle. Wonder who got the mortgage on their love shack? (sorry I've got music in my head) So we should have some regulation? Can't trust folks to run an honest company? If someone did conspire to defraud investors of their money then they should be jailed. If someone lost money because of their own stupidity, then they should be laughed at and or pitied, NOT bailed out. What? My beloved GM needs money? I got a couple grand you can use. You take mine and Joe's and Pete's etc etc and you build something that makes all of us money. You don't however, buy Chrysler.
So back to John and I.
As most of you know I'm blind in one eye, and didn't see well out of the other. I then got a cataract in the high risk eye that I had left. It would seem that My friend (and I mean that) John also had a cataract. He had his removed first. He then had a Retinal detachment that went mis diagnosed for two weeks. He doesn't have useful function of the eye anymore. I had mine removed, and am seeing better then I've ever seen.
What might be the difference?
I'll tell you.
Socialized Medicine!
I and my Doctor were able to search out not only the best surgeon for my cataract, but also a Retina specialist to See me concurrently. The Retina guy told me to be ready for a detachment, but that if it was repairable he would do just that! The cataract guy is known as the best, east of the Mississippi. He knew he couldn't go in there like a bull in a china shop. I had a phone number to get ahold of the retina guy twenty four hours a day. Had something happened, I could have been in surgery within hours, not weeks. Johns country failed him. His Doctors failed him. He, failed him.
In this country you can go to any County hospital and get care at no charge if you are indigent. I remember when my youngest was a toddler. She had chronic ear infections. I had no insurance. I thought the world a cruel place that would let my child suffer this and not help. Some of my Canadian relatives (yes I have many) suggested that I go to Canada to get the surgery. I gave it some thought. I then found a social worker that knew just what to do, and whom to see. It was taken care of with just a small amount out of my pocket according to what I made. I am aware of many Canadians coming to America for treatment of one thing or another. Why? Cause they can, and it works.
In short, our system isn't broken, and I see. My friend on the other hand is now a member of my little club.

Election two

2008-11-04T18:54:00.000-08:00

It would seem that I've witnessed my country receiving a mortal wound. I wouldn't have thought it would come from within. No matter, as I will stand watch over her as long as I've breath.
The eighth kingdom has now come to pass.

The Election

2008-10-29T16:21:00.000-07:00

Pic is a view of the South Carolina mountains from Ceasars Head state park.
The view is one of the finest in the state. (my opinion)
Remember all the folks that said they were leaving if Bush were re-elected? I voted for him, so why are you still here? Remember you were moving to Canada? To cold?
So I've been hearing some folks say that they will have to leave if Obama and Biden are elected. Wassa matter, don't want to live in a socialist state? Remember the pic of the lighthouse I use from time to time? That view, and the one above are worth fighting for. Hold your part of the line, and know that I'm holding mine.

Dano's Two

2008-10-21T16:49:00.000-07:00

The best thing about Dano's was Dan and Lavora. I think they know everyone for fifty miles. They had a knack for being there when folks needed them. I know of at least one instance where a regular customer needed to put her car in the shop for a week, and Dan and Lavora gave this person a Cadillac to drive. It goes much deeper then that though. One of the regulars was stricken with lung cancer. He used to clean the bar on weekend mornings. Dan cut his grass while he was recovering from surgery. I remember watching someone bug Dan about betting on a football game. When the man lost, he wanted double or nothing. Dan agreed, and told the man to pick his game and team. There are about a million stories, but two are near to my heart.
My wife retired from her day job to type for a living. The service she worked for told her that she wouldn't need anything but a dial up Internet account. As luck would have it, they didn't have enough work for her without high speed Internet. (satellite wouldn't work) I suggested that she try to rent space from one of the businesses on the main road. We couldn't pay much, as it came right out of her checks. Dan was her second stop. She went in for lunch and asked Dan if he knew of a place she could rent from someone local for cheap. Yes he said,"you can rent from me." She was there two years while I worked out the technology for her to work from home. While I was blind, a buddy came over to take me fishing. We stopped at Dano's for lunch. Dan came over to chat, asking me how I was holding up. I said I was having trouble being stuck around the house all day every day. He said "Your not! I'll come and get you any time you want."
We went to a party a while back. It was for another regular and sometime bartender that had taken a job out of state. I had gotten to know David a couple of years ago. He was from Illinois. We had both wrestled at Northern Illinois University though not for them. So as the party was coming to a close I got to thinking about us. David was from Illinois, the man with lung cancer and his wife were from Minnesota, and Me from Michigan. I asked Dan how all of us northerners could find a home in that bar? He said "I have never met a stranger, and I know only friends."
Thank God. Thank God for the both of you!
Dan and Lavora gave up the fight to keep the place open in a time when profits were very hard to come by.

Dano's

2008-10-14T17:10:00.000-07:00

"Evil lurks in the hearts of man, not the haunts of man." Quote from Don on this blog some time ago.
So it's come to this. Everything in life has a time. A time to be, followed by a time to cease to be. I know a couple that own a bar in my neighborhood. It is a little, rundown place on the banks of Lake Murray. The burgers come in 1/3 pound patties that are bought from a meat market. It takes two of them to complete a Dano burger. The fries are hand cut. The folks that inhabit this place are as close as the neighbors that they are to me. The owners, Dan and his wife Lavora, are trusted friends met through the bar. I remember one of the first times I found a seat in the bar. (it was hard to do in the days before the expansion)
A big man came over to our (my wife and I's) booth and introduced himself. He then welcomed us to the neighborhood when told we were building a house near by. He introduced us around, so we would feel comfortable there. I remember telling some co-workers about the place. One told me that they check you for knives at the door. If they don't find one, they issue you one from the kitchen! I never really had problems in there. It could get a bit intense late at night, or when the girls on the dance floor had a bit too much, but I never saw the police there. I remember being there about one Christmas and seeing some bags of fresh shelled pecans on the bar. They were for sale for about seven bucks each. Danelle, (my wife) thought we should buy some so that she could make her holiday rum balls. I asked Dano about them, and he told me that he had a friend that was blind, and he shelled the nuts and was trying to sell them. We told Dan that we would take a bag for our rum balls, and to please add it to our tab. No! Came the reply, as he gave me the nuts and asked if we would bring him some of the rum balls. He was willing to donate the rum as well! He bought the pecans, so we bought the rum, and everyone got rum balls. continued.

Investment advice.

2008-10-01T11:39:00.000-07:00

How much of your net worth have you lost over the last few months? I don't have a clear idea yet about my wife and I. The river is still rising. Will we be OK? Yes, we paid attention all along, and have a low debt ratio to earnings. Do I think the govt should bail us out? I have no idea, but lean against it. Did anyone see Nancy Pelosi the other night? Instead of telling everyone to work together, she took the opportunity to "blame Bush" and the rest of the GOP. Howd that work out for yah Nancy? Hell no we won't vote for your bill! I see no reason a sane person would ever elect her to office, so how did that happen? I think it's revenge. It is revenge from all the gays in San Francisco for the way the country has treated them. I told you they were some mean asses when you got em going! :) Most of us aren't anti gay, and even if we were..... we're sorry! Please call off your attack critter! Please!
My advice to weather this storm is simple. Buy seeds! Corn and other vegetables should do well in all of the manure Washington is handing out.

Sept 11

2008-09-11T15:21:00.000-07:00

What did you do today? I chose to wait til the evening to make my post, because I don't need to be reminded. I have a Daughter over seas, and a Son-in-law going in a few months. I have bunches of pictures that were sent to me. Some from my wife, some from Andy, and more still from others. I couldn't choose one over the other, and then I thought it was more personal then that. I know my role as a Christian, but find the road too hard to walk at this time. I find the hate is still just below the surface. I don't need to bank the fire. For me it will always burn. So what to do? Turn on the tube? Should be a memorial on every channel. Nope, don't want to hear the talking heads. As I've gotten older I have become somewhat afraid of heights. Don't know when that happened, cause I used to do some crazy shit up high. Anyway, I always go back to the jumpers. People in such hell that a 100 story plunge was the preferred choice. What did you do today? I went for a walk in the woods to be with my God, and pray for the jumpers, and those like me that still hate.

Time

2008-09-08T16:40:00.000-07:00

So I've now had the whole summer off, and live at the lake. Cool huh? Not so much.
Having the summer off is great if you have the money and ability to do things that interest you. I spent mine reading. I read until I could no longer see books, and then I modified my puter so that I could read online. (and y'all thought I spent the summer looking at naked pictures) I read anything to occupy the time. If a subject came up, I'd google it. So I learned that a Transman is a woman that becomes a man. (don't ask) I learned that they can function in their own best interests, if you know what I mean.....
I learned that sometimes we don't come out with the right stuff to match who we are. (in my case it was Dale Earnhardts eyes) I learned that from a genetic view, I don't have it so bad.

surgery

2008-09-04T11:37:00.000-07:00

Surgery went well this morning. So well that I'm posting this myself. Danger of a detachment for a couple weeks but then lessening over time. Doc says the things that could have gone wrong didn't I now need reading glasses... Not sure what I see yet but it is better then the best I've ever seen before. Thanks again for all the thoughts and prayers.
Tom

This is it

2008-09-01T09:52:00.000-07:00

Well my week has finally come. I'm to have surgery Thursday. Don't have much to say but thanks to all that have called, e mailed, posted and prayed for me. I sure hope it's only gonna be one, but it's his will. No matter what happens I'll have my wife update the blog. Thanks again for being with me.
Tom

Update: Surgery scheduled for 9:45 Thursday morning.

The pick

2008-08-29T19:02:00.000-07:00

So the Senator from Arizona has made his choice. Most that know me know that I'm a conservative, better known as a republican. So I'm watching the race unfold and wishing for my guy, Duncan Hunter, of San Diego. I get John McCain and....... What the hell? Sarah Palin? Who the hell is this broad? So the Russians and Iranians are going nuts, and I want Reagan, and I get Palin. Awww Shit! She can't even name her kids something that makes sense. Track? Trig? What the hell? She is going to have a nuke football? Awww what the hell? Barry O has no experience, and is a Muslim. Sarah has no experience and is a nut. Guess who just got screwed! Yep..... You and Me!

Continued

I want to know what her tax stratagy will be. She raised taxes to the tune of 6 billion dollars on big oil so she could give all Alaskans a check for energy help. Check was for twelve hundred bucks. I wonder who the oil companies passed that cost onto? More later.

More...
Most folks that read this blog know that we have an Alaskan cop that checks in now and then. He says Palin was a good choice, though she is under investigation for firing his friend. Hmmm
My comment about the names of her kids might seem a bit low blow but it speaks to her judgement. Think about it. A kid with downs syndrome. Geez that's tough. Being a handicapper myself I feel for her. So who is going to give the kid all the extra care he needs over his life?
All of this doesn't mean shit against the fact that she has less experience then Barry O. So all the adds that were run the last month are now null and void. We needed lots of help in the Midwest. Romney. Doesn't matter if you like it or not, it is what it is. Will she get my vote? Absolutely. Will I like it? No.

Georgia

2008-08-18T18:28:00.000-07:00

Anyone paying attention to the Red Bear? The thing with Georgia is a civil war, that Russia had no business getting involved in. They don't seem to be leaving either. No reason to. The Georgian army made several mistakes, including not blowing the damn tunnel through the mountains. Once again Vlad the bad wants to back things up thirty years. Yep they are some deadly mofos. We need our assets out of the middle east so we can deal with Vlad and his broken down army. Newsflash, no one is scared of su 25 ground attack planes here. My neighbors would lunch on them. Armour is another matter. If I were in charge, I would sink the lone carrier at Poti, and anything else they had there. No need to try and go back to the Ukrain, they don't want you! One carrier group would eject the Russian Armour from Georgia in a week. The kill rate of an F22 is 6 to 1 against F15's. The 15 has never been beaten by an enemy. Base em somewhere around there. Nukes? Use em if you dare! Will they get out of the silo's? Hell we don't even know if ours will! We do know for a fact that we can knock at least some of their stuff down. Can you hit ours? Stay within your borders, or be put there! Right now it's about the oil that flows through Georgia. They want to comtrol it, and the flow of money. Remember that we broke them a few years ago with a huge economy, They think we can be had with oil. Don't forget to shoot the first Democrat that advocates opening up the strategic oil reserves. We need them to fight a war, not lower Bubba's gas bill. Bottem line, eject these thugs, they won't pull the trigger unless we enter Rissian territory.

Storm

2008-08-07T06:22:00.000-07:00

We had a bit of a blow last night. Trees down everywhere but my house. Couple of docks damaged and a house hit. Lots of trees snapped off. I feel fortunate that I had one limb come down, but it hit the neighbors fence. Cleanup begins tomorrow.

2008-08-07T06:21:00.000-07:00

Friends

2008-08-06T07:54:00.000-07:00

So we got a card in the mail yesterday. Thought it was a very early birthday card. Turns out it was an anniversary card. Ours! We seem to have forgotten it along the way. Thanks to the friend that remembered.
We were talking the other night about family and friends. With D and I so far away from family, it falls to friends to help with life's little crises. Thank god for them. Our neighbors are our family. We have a great group that takes care of one another as only family would. If I could give my daughter one bit of advice it would be to hold your friends close. Polish them as you would fine silver, and you will have everything you need.

Old 2

2008-07-23T10:54:00.001-07:00

Pic is of a deer walking along the water at my dock.
So I went to a party at TT's house on the fourth. We ate lots of BBQ and listened to a band. The lead is family to friend and reader, "That Man". I like horns in my rock. The band was Modern Disruption. I'll load a song if the CD ever comes my way. So we seem to have a bad neighbor, they are renting their house out by the night or week. Some idiot put a sound system out on the dock.... and all the renters abused it. The music would start around six some mornings, and end around nine that night. I must be getting old. When younger I would just go turn it off for them, now I get the law. I'm going to try and stop the rental of the houses in here on a short term basis. We had a bunch of drunks running up and down the street in a golf cart tossing empty cans. Later that night a neighbors for sale sign got knocked over, and the brochures in it scattered. Tommy wishes he could still see! The summer is dragging by. I wish I could be at work.

Old

2008-07-17T18:06:00.000-07:00

Pics are of some of the plumbing that Anthony and I installed, and Anthony wiring the pump, and of the new grass.
So whats been going on round here.
Since having to leave work a couple of months ago, I find I'm not ready to be retired. Not even close. When we bought this property some years back, I had a vision of what it would look like when finished. When my neighbor built the house, I told him to leave the lawn to me. I used to be a landscaper some years back, and thought I could make many things happen, and fast. Enter twelve hour days in the heat and things didn't.... happen. With the help of my neighbors John Deer, I put a front lawn in.... and the drought took it.... again and again and once more. The lake side was burnt clay, aka white rock here. Well, no job to go to, it was time for a lawn. My neighbor, to be referred to as TT for Trusty Ted stopped me. Not without irrigation you don't! So with the help of his right hand man, and my eyes for a week.... Anthony Tyler, the trenches were dug and the pipes buried. A pump was installed. One week later we got grass. By this time my vision was too bad to do the work by my self, so I hired the same people that contoured the land to help lay the sod. Ten and one half pallets of grass, damn near killed me. The grass makes the retaining walls I built years ago stand out. I did good work then. The grass gave me a backache for a week. I used to be able to do all of this in a week by myself. continued

Emory

2008-07-04T07:21:00.000-07:00

So I'm back from Atlanta. I saw the two surgeons that will be working with me. The guy that is going to do my cataract surgery is their version of Dr. House. I was told time and again that I was to ignore his personality, and know that he is more then brilliant. He is very abrupt and confident. He told me of the risks and then told me he would do his very best to make me see again. I found him to have a sense of humor that the others don't see. He sighed and said to me "I wish I could just get the easy ones." I laughed and said I felt the same in my job some days. So the deed will be done on the fourth of September.
Day two I was seen by the retina doc. He told me that sometime after cataract surgery I would have a retinal detachment that will require more surgery. Sorry to be the pessimist, but it will happen. He then said "I will fix it." So the road is a lil harder then I first thought it would be. It's ok though as I have faith and friends.

Update on Daughter.
The Navy has delayed my girls deployment to Kuwait a couple of weeks. In the mean time, she got an email asking for volunteers to go to Iraq for a year to work with spec ops out in the field. She wanted to switch to the longer deployment in Iraq to work with Iraqi women and children. She was told it was to late to stop the Kuwait deployment. She leaves for training on Sunday. Oldest, it doesn't matter where you go. You're the best.

Ps to Mike Andrews and my neighbors, Ted and Judy. It meant a lot to me to hear your voices on my answering machine when I got home.

Ronny's page 2

2008-06-21T18:11:00.000-07:00

There was so much that I wanted to share about Ronnie Roberts, but I find that I can't. I don't have the eyes, or patience for it. I will tell you a story or two though.
As I lost vision, I tried to keep up with the classes Mike paid for. It was I that asked for a certain type of training, and I didn't want to let him down. The training was about thirty five miles from my home, and ended about ten at night. Ronnie would always offer to drive me home. The trip would add about an hour and a half to his night. When I would tell him that, he would say, "Meho, you are more important to me then sleep. I'll keep my phone on an extra hour cause you're so hardheaded." Love you too Meho.
In between being ornery and mean, causing trouble, and headaches, Ronnie would pull peoples butts out of whatever fire they found themselves in.
One night in late fall while driving down a rain soaked two lane he passed a young woman walking along the side of the road. She wasn't wearing any shoes, and only a light blouse. The lack of shoes on a cold rainy night bothered him enough to make him turn around and go back. He pulled up alongside her as she was walking and asked her if she wouldn't like to get in the truck and at least be warm and dry. She accepted and as he drove off, she told him that she had had a relationship-ending fight with her boyfriend and he had thrown her out in the rain dressed like that. Ronnie went to Wal-Mart, asked her her shoe size and went in and bought her some shoes and socks and other essentials, came back out to the truck and gave them to her. He then drove to the Embassy Suites. He had a voucher for three nights and so he checked her into the Embassy Suites and said, "Hon, you got three days to figure out what you want to do and where you want to go." He left her his number and then went home.
A mutual friend of ours found himself living under a bridge for awhile. When he went back to work and had a place to stay, he had no ride. Ronnie would pick him up and take him to and from every day, even though it was out of the way. When I asked him if it bugged him, he said, "No, he needs to get back and forth." With Ronnie, it was just that simple.
I hope that God finds his soul as beautiful and valuable as I do.

Ronny's page

2008-06-18T17:20:00.000-07:00

This is a pic of one of my MEHO's. MEHO is a cross between my hero and my homey. Otherwise known as one of my buds. The pic is of him riding his motorcycle in his work uniform. This is the first of two pics of him in the local paper this month. The second was the pic his family used for his obituary. His page is one of the most complex I've ever tried to type. Ronnie was 53 when he died, and not more then a couple of months removed from his latest bar fight. He was a sudden man, one with the bark still on! Ronnie didn't pick fights, he welcomed them. He reminded me of my dad that way. Daddy slapped his last bar bully around at the age of seventy four. Ronnie said he would kick my ass about once a week. He also said the reason he didn't was cause he was afraid I wouldn't stay down when knocked there. He also said he loved me. Good thing too, cause I wanted to kick his ass too, but I loved him. He was a whistler, and to me that sounds like fingernails on a blackboard. I used to get him back by cutting loose with my air hammer when he was hung over. We used to try and do lunch about once a week. We would vent, and try to help each other fix cars. Ronnie and I didn't hang out after work much, to many miles. We did however stay close with work and the phone. He is one of the guys that has called me several times since my having to leave work. He got moved to a different location that my boss Mike owned, and it was good for both of us. I could miss him without his damn whistling, yet we could still be close. Continued....

Again, Angle Oak

2008-06-14T19:28:00.000-07:00

I got a call from one of the guys that I work with today; that makes all but one. He was just checking up on me, hoping I'm ok. He wanted to tell me the latest news, I already knew. I had been out the night before with two other guys from work.
I got to thinking about old friends, kids that I grew up with. Sometimes it's hard to be a thousand miles from home. When I first came to the south, it seemed like a foreign land, one that I would never fit into. More then ten years have gone by, and I hardly recognise the world I came from. I have offered silent prayers that Phillips girlfriend would beat the cancer in her breasts, and become his bride. I've watched Bruce try to hold it together while his wife Kitty seemed to wither away. I've seen "That Man" live through a bad wreck that ended a football dream, but then drank at his wedding. I remember putting my faith into friends and neighbors to take care of my Dad as he had hip replacement a couple of months ago, while I couldn't get to him to help. I came to realise that my life spread out like the Angle Oak, covering a large place and being touched by many other souls. There isn't much garbage in my life, the people are real. The love can be touched. Seems I'm not so far from home after all, but then I've known that all along.
For all that call, or wright to me on blog and off. To those that think of me, and pray for me, to those that simply hope for me. I love you too.

The worm turns again

2008-06-11T09:35:00.000-07:00

The pic is a sunset on Lake Murray, taken from the south side of Bombing island.
News all over the place. Daughters deployment is back on. I'm going to Emory to see a couple of Doc's on Jul 2 and 3. I don't mind telling you that I'm nervous, but also hopeful. The idea of not having these big thick glasses is exciting.

When good news is bad, or when bad news is good.

2008-06-07T08:40:00.000-07:00

Pic is of some goofy girl on a tube behind my bouat.
Got a call from my daughter the other day. Seems when she got home from her pre- deployment leave, she found out she wasn't going. The person she was to replace decided to stay for another tour. It would have been nice if this happened while there was still time to re-enroll in school. Daughter will try and go out with the November group. Yes John, she is seeking the deployment. You don't move up if you don't move out. She has always been special to me, and with hard work she will be special to many others as well.

Update

2008-05-29T08:25:00.000-07:00

The pic is of my Son-in-law. No you can't see him but he is there. He is hidden behind the splash of water that he is making as he fell off the tube. I thought it fitting to use that pic at this time. Now you see what I sometimes see!
Surgery update is as follows: No real word out of Emory yet. We are supposed to hear something today or tomorrow. Next option is Charleston.
I had a great time with the kids this week, even sharing in the joy of my daughters promotion to Petty officer. My Son-in-law brought me a hoodie with the insignia of his unit on it. He is with a group that my friend A.J calls " the bump in the night". It's cool as it is the one they wear, and not the one you can buy.
I did pass on the message from John, that they should refuse to deploy, and write poetry instead. John, they were amused but respectful. I have asked for a pic of my Son-in-law with a camel, and for their safe return.

A special note of thanks to Bruce and A.J. from work for calling to check up on me. The gift of your friendship is more prescious then gold!

Monday night

2008-05-19T17:00:00.000-07:00

First pic is standing on my dock looking out to the ski cove. Second pic is my Doberman guarding the sleeping dog behind her. If something were to comeup she would turn and wake him before running for the house!
So I've been off work for a week now, and am starting to run out of things to do. I find I miss being at work and the banter back and forth of the guys. I was with them for ten years, and even the new guys (Bill and Michael) I've grown fond of and miss. I don't worry much about going blind, as I already am.
My records have been sent to Emory to be looked at by their big gun, meanwhile I wait.
In other news, my daughter is going to be here for this week on her pre-deployment leave. My son in law is coming also. The news I didn't tell you is that he will be deployed to Iraq just before she comes home.
Newlyweds apart for a year and a half. (sucks to be them!)
I'm going to smoke a turkey like at thanksgiving so we can have a holiday meal together.
Remember when we were kids? I do. We used to play softball every day. We all had the Huffy bikes with the Banana seats and the high rise handlebars. You could put the bottom of your bat in the rear forks, and it would stick out the side. A glove could go on the handlebars or the bat. We would ride down to the elementary school two blocks from my house to play ball every day. Back then I didn't know I was blind. My friends never told me.

Tuesday Morning

2008-05-13T05:23:00.000-07:00

It's Tuesday morning. I've just come in from watching the sun come up over the lake while drinking my coffee. My wife took me into town yesterday, so that I might put the rest of my tools away. It might be awhile before I can pick them up again. In little more then a years time I've gone from having the beginning signs of a cataract to needing surgery. My doc tells me that she will find "the experts expert" to fix my one remaining eye. A team. People with skilled hands to fix whatever damage might occur during the procedure. People that have been down this road before. The odds of a good outcome in normal people is around 98%, but I'm sure reader and friend John from Canada wouldn't be impressed. He landed in the 2% group.
The only odds of success I've found for people with my problems is around 25%.
It's Tuesday morning, and I'm going outside to be in the sun.

The right reverand Wright

2008-04-28T17:16:00.000-07:00

Enough of nightmares and distant storms, it's time to get back to what it is we do here.
I've been watching The reverend Wright, and his effect on the candidacy of Barrack Obama. Seems whitey has misunderstood him. Turns out he wants a diverse but equal society. Heck he even wants equal education! You can read his latest drivel here . I as some of you know but others don't, was a student of The Michigan School for the Blind. Funny thing about blind folks: color doesn't matter much. I would never presume to tell you that they're not prejudiced because they are. They don't like certain tones of voice, and accent. Color? Nope, don't even understand the concept. So back to education. I went to school with a bunch of black kids. We went to class, smoked, played sports, hung out, and learned about life together. Some of us were close! How close? Close enough to spend the weekends together in each others homes. Close enough that my brother Michael Baily carried my butt off of the mat when I blew a knee wrestling out of town. It hurt so bad, all I wanted was my mama. All I had was Mike! Some days I miss you so much I weep. Everyone should have a big brother like Mike.
So back to Reverend Wright, and his ilk Reverend Al, I don't know what you want?
The world moves at it's own pace, and we are all judged on our character, even you.
I don't like to hold any man to a pedestal because all flesh is suspect if not rotten but there are at times flashes of wisdom. One of my favorites is from a man that used to run around on his wife. He had a dream, something about being judged on the content of your character nad not the color of your skin. I think I'll leave the judging to someone that can see your character, and yours too Reverend Wright! Meanwhile would you kindley get out of the political process and go back to your flock!

Storms

2008-04-21T17:43:00.000-07:00

As you can see in the pic, there is a storm close to my home. I took the pic because I've been feeling unsettled. Not yet angry but you can see it in the distance. My energy is widespread and I'm unable to focus. It seems that every time I write something I let it sleep a day and then I can't stand to read it. It isn't that I've nothing to say, but I've plenty to say. Just not sure what it is. I can't seem to get angry.

Lines

2008-04-10T17:15:00.000-07:00

The pic is of Bob and Betty Mallard. I think they have a nest in the bushes to the right.
It's been a tough week for my family this week. My Dad had hip replacement surgery and none of us could get there to help him. He is a very private person and didn't tell me until I couldn't do anything for him. He preferred it that way. He is an old wolf that I believe still could walk through hell on Sunday. He spent his time on the line. My Great Grandfather came to this country around eighteen eighty. Ireland to England to Canada, and then the UP. His son, my Grandfather was a cook for a while in Europe. The time was WW1; that's how he spent his time on the line. He would come home and raise four sons that would take their place on the line. Dewey, would dive for the Navy, and blow things up in WW2. Edward would fight at Iwo Jima with the ones that raised our flag. William, would be a member of the 11Th Airborne, and earn three purple hearts in Korea. Lenard would get as far as Japan on his way to Korea. They along with their sons and the sons of their sisters stood the line. Some didn't get recognised and some did. Cousin Wayne whose name should be on the wall but agent orange killed after the war. James who was supplying the Marines in Lebanon. Remember Beirut? Yep the Navy was there too. James died not too long ago after a long battle with HIV. Some folks stand the line a bit different than others. (chuckle)
I saw in our paper this week that the 218TH SC National guard is coming home. The first group got to N.C. this week. I read where a man spent the night at the airport to greet his wife when she got home after her time on the line. She had been gone a year to Afghanistan as a Chaplin. It would be five more days before she got home so her husband came to her. They had about an hour together. I remember when she left. Don't remember who they relieved. I think it was a group of folks from the NY National Guard. The line goes on forever, and it includes Cooks and Generals, Chaplins and Soldiers, and people from every walk and profession. This week I found out that the line will now include my Daughter. It is her turn to take the place of someone that hasn't been home in a while. As a father I'm a bit apprehensive but I couldn't be more proud.

Where did quality go?

2008-04-01T16:43:00.000-07:00

I've been noticing that I can't get anything done well lately. Had a flat over the weekend and had to go to a tire store and buy some skins. I had to re balance them at work that week. Bought a dishwasher from Sears a while back. Nine hundred bucks and eight months later the motor went out. Warranty fixed it and eight months later.... you got it; the motor again. This time no warranty. Thanks Sears and Whirlpool for a great product. Next time it will be Bosh or someone else.
So we decide to put concrete under our deck instead of using decorative rock. So we got a couple of estimates and took one. Big company with five crews. Work is short so the price was good, and I was excited to get this done. Tom C was in the business of finishing concrete and doing masonry work for near ten years so I wasn't too concerned about the job. Slam Dunk; right? So after waiting a week we got a team of Mexicans with a truck load of trash that came to prep the site.They needed to put some fill down to build up the site. I had a pile of sand clay mix for that purpose at the side of the driveway. Next to their truck. After much leveling and such they needed product. Run up to the pile and get some right? NO! Lets instead take it out from behind the retaining wall next to the site of the slab! Ohh and we need more so we'll get some by digging a hole in the side of a small hill near by! Thus moving the dirt that I had put down over many hot days, compacting and seeding. Stay tuned for the conclusion of Where'd the yard go?

I win

2008-03-16T13:30:00.000-07:00

2008-03-12T17:56:00.000-07:00

Once again here on Lake Murray spring has sprung. The pic is of a stand of Bradford Pear trees in full bloom. The white flowers turn to green leaves in about a week.
Don I don't know if you're home or out west but it's time to get the clubs out here in Carolina.

Ruths page

2008-02-28T17:51:00.000-08:00

I walked across the street to come around behind her, the feeling I'd been fighting all day starting to get the better of me. All the neighbors were with her, sitting in her driveway on lawn chairs watching the days proceedings. I put my arms around her neck and said,"I wish.... I wish" then my voice broke, leaving me the little boy that had always needed her. "I wish you didn't have to go!" She lived across the street and one house to the left, she and her husband Woody, when he was alive. They lived in a house that he built himself. It was red brick and neat as a pin, with a single car garage.
I remember helping Mr. Woody with his camper when he put it up for the winter. He liked to have it level, and resting on several points to hold through the long winters. He paid me in change and Diet Pepsi. I still think of him every time I have a diet cola.
She, was my own real life guardian angel. As a child I was all boy, and too rowdy to survive. She was a retired surgical nurse; she had other ideas.
As a young child I used to get sick every winter with a high fever that would require a trip to the hospital for a shot. I remember my mothers worried voice on the phone to Ruth, and then her hands with a cool cloth. I remember the time I jumped/fell off the top bunk of my brother and I's beds to land and gash my eyebrow. She patched me up before sending me to the hospital for stitches. She later pulled them out in her bathroom. I was born to fix things. I spent my summer days when not playing ball fixing lawnmowers, and then putting engines in cars. Ruth watched me do all of this from the picture window in her house. Every time I got tangled up in a piece of equipment she would fix it. Me that is! One day the top part of our garage door came loose and swung down just as I was passing under it. The door hit me in the back of the head, sending me to the ground. I saw the black as they say when you're about to go under. She was right there checking the lump on my head and calling my mom.
As I got older the trouble got worse. The point finally came when she had to run my butt to the doctors, covered in blood.
I as a typical teenager had stolen my dads bad ass dirtbike and went racing. At over eighty miles an hour a dog ran out infront of me while I had a friend on the back. I layed it down and lost most of a leather jacket and all the skin on my forarms and left knee. The knee was also broken and swollen like a basketball. the kid I had on the back was ok but for a skinned kneee so he picked the bike up and then me. I got the bike to start but couldn't drive it the block and a half home. The kid I was riding and the kid I was racing got me on the bike facing the wrong way and one rode me home.The other went for Ruth. good as gold she put me in her car and took me to my Dr. Yep she knew him! They cleaned me and stitched me while Ruth took great delight as Dr. gave her the syringe to administer the tetanus shot. So here we were on a warm summer day watching people pick through her things as she cleaned out a lifetime of memories, in preporation to going to live with her son. "I wish you didn't have to go" I said. She reached up to hug me and replied, "Me too, but it's time."

Protection?

2008-02-19T17:22:00.001-08:00

This is the view looking out the gate where I work. The large tree in the pics isn't usually lying on top of that truck, and it's not usually snuggled around that van. I and another person had just come back from lunch and gone back to work when Mike came by and asked if I had seen the fallen tree. It was like having the elephant in the room suddenly come into view. We cut the van out, but the truck was holding the tree up so we left it for folks with better equipment. The tree kept trying to roll in the gusty winds while we were cutting the van out, and I was reminded of something I'd read.
It seems many christians believe that we are all here for a purpose and that we will not be harmed until we achieve that task. By the standards of my life this wasn't a close call, not even on the same book. I nearly pissed myself when stuck on a cliff once because moving meant falling some seventy feet into a rocky river. I wonder though if I've a task; what is it? Did I do it already? Will I? If I don't, will someone else do it?

Slavery, the human condition

2008-01-31T17:59:00.000-08:00

As stated below, Mrs. C and I went to the low country oyster festival on Sunday the twenty seventh. The festival is held at
Boone Hall plantation
I've been to the plantation many times and have often wondered about the past inhabitants of both the big house and the slave quarters. I was raised to know that slavery was a bad thing; but did you ever wonder why? If it was so bad then why did many slaves stay on as servants of the same people? I remember reading stories in a book called "When I Just Can Remember". It was full of accounts of the lives of slaves before and after freedom. I don't really know what life was like for most Africans before slavery, but I presume it to be much like the American Indians. I do know something of the lives of the slave though, and thought I might compare it to the not too distant past of my family. Before I walk along on this journey though I must answer a question that I have wondered about over the years while always knowing the answer. Why did they stay? They stayed for the same reasons that you and I stay in jobs, marriages, homes, and other situations that might not be best for us. They were comfortable! Some days were good and some bad, but they were do able! They also had value! Even as slaves they had value, and were proud of that value. Value is as important to us as air! The amount varies, but fact remains. The slaves at Boone Hall had it better then some, I'm sure. They had housing with a fire place and tile roofs. They also had garden space to grow the plants that would spice their food and nurse their health. They also supplemented their food by fishing and hunting. They had medical attention to help them stay healthy.(though not good even for the times) They had a school to learn to read and write. By contrast my Grandfather had a wife and seven children in a small one room wooden shack in the northern Michigan climate. The old place didn't even have a solid door for a large part of the year! Heat came from a wood stove, as did the heat for cooking. Water was brought in from a pitcher pump in the yard, same as what watered the animals. Medicine was what you grew or knew, and cuts were stitched by Grandma with a needle and thread. Whiskey was the Betadine of the day as well as the sedative. I remember seeing a pic of my Dad as a bit more then a toddler wearing what looked like a flour sack with the arms and head holes cut into the bottom. Grandpa worked a shift at the quarry, and then tended the farm at night and on Sunday. Grandma did the hunting to put meat on the table because she was around home and the best shot. Ammo was a need that couldn't be wasted at that time. The farms first tractor came on a down payment by my Dad, with his Airborne jump money. This meant that Dan and Molly the draft horses could semi retire. School was about a mile up the road, but the cash crop paid for new shoes for the kids once a year. No school if your chores weren't done. Even as a child myself we were poor. We rented from Black people to have a place to live, and grew lots of food to see us through the winters. Mom made the bread that we ate each other day. How poor were we? I grew up fifty feet from the boyhood home of Malcolm Little, also known as Malcolm X. He could tote a gun and hate whitey. We had to work to live. What I would say of slavery is that its evil is in the creation of dependence, and an inability to make ones own way. Welfare is just another form of it. With few exceptions we are all slaves to something or some ideal.
One of my favorite memories is of helping my mom to make the bread for that nights meal. I was just four, but already kneading the dough.

Angel Oak

2008-01-29T17:33:00.000-08:00

The pics are from Johns Island South Carolina. The wife and I went down to the coast for the low country oyster festival this past weekend and I thought we would visit this grand old tree. It is a Live Oak; scientific name is Virginia oak or something like that. This tree is the oldest living thing east of the Mississippi at one thousand four hundred years plus. It is twenty five feet around at the base with its longest limb at something like eighty five feet in length. The branches are so heavy that they grow low and sometimes rest on the ground. I've seen some that have taken root where the branch touched the ground and lived after the tree was dead and gone. Here in the deep south the tree isn't deciduous. I think it loses some but not all of its leaves. To stand under the great branches is to know that God is in his heaven.

Election Day

2008-01-21T17:40:00.000-08:00

K so here it was the Saturday that we've all been waiting for, Election Day!
The day was wet; bigtime wet! Cold like up north too! So I was talking to a buddy that just happens to be the GOP Chair for our state. I asked him who he was going to vote for. Two days before the election and niether of us knew where we were going to put our vote! After a bit of comiseration we parted ways still not sure. I've a friend in Detroit that keeps sending me Ron Paul stuff to the point that I had to tell him that I thought Ron was a nut case. I hurt his feelings for sure because the emails started to fly. As stated my guy is and was Duncan Hunter. Don't know what is so hard about that but he had no chance. Non! I didnt take the time to debate my friend on the merits of Dr. Paul versus Dunc, or Huck, or anyone else. I was sure I'd ruin a friendship that is worth more then gold to me. After taking the advice of fellow reader Don, I had attended a rally in support of the Fair Tax. We were across the street from the first GOP debate when I got to hear from Duncan, and Mike , and Tom Tancredo. I knew then that Mccain was'nt my guy even though I believe him to be an honest and thoughtful person. Sorry once again John, but there is more to the pic then just the war. Sorry to Ron also but there is a reason to have troops over seas, and some of it is to spread american money in certain areas. Get over it!
So the wife and I go to the polling place in the rain; it's about 1:30 and there is a line but we don't have to wait outside the building like we do on the weekday votes. It was a steady line to get to the three voting machines, but no problems. After the vote we had a flat on the way home that caused me to change a tire in the cold rain before getting my car home. I don't think it was devine intervention though, even though I voted for Huckabee. What I would tell my friend in Detroit is that ideas and ideals are great; but we have to work within the real world. This means that if MCcain wins the nomination he will get my vote! The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

I scored first

2008-01-12T17:03:00.000-08:00

This is going to seem like whining and I apologize but every once in a while....
I'm a good Irish Polish lad, I work hard I drink harder, and I compete with the best of them; but this latest thing....
What's it like to lose your vision, and know that there is scant reason to believe that you will get it back? Let me give you a brief overview of what I'm looking at.
I have a disease called Sticklers syndrome. It is a hereditary disease that affects Collagen and the connective tissue in my body. The outward signs are bad hearing and severe nearsightedness. We as young people can do things with our joints that others can't. We seem to be double jointed, and can bend in directions most can't while we are young. Things that will break your bones are dislocations to us. Our eyes on the other hand have severe nearsightedness along with glaucoma and cataracts, we also have retnal detachments. We don't hear so well either. We get osteoarthritis as young people and have a high rate of joint failure; mostly hips and knees. I've had a dozen dislocates on each knee before I was thirty. I used to wrestle against high school kids when I was in junior high. While I won a lot, and set records for pins I also took a beating in the knees. I exacerbated the damage by racing Moto Cross on the weekends. At that too I was exceptional. I don't have any way to know if the extra flexibility of my joints helped and gave me an advantage or not, but I beat folks that had very much better equipment than I. Folks that know me know that I have one eye that I see with, the other being artwork by a clinic in Grenville SC. At fourtyfive I'm losing the vision in my eye due to a cataract. The symptoms are loss of acuity and a haze around everything during the day. I am a mechanic by trade and a good one in my field of expertise. As of now there are many jobs that I cannot undertake because I can't see well enough to perform. Soon I will lose my ability to drive and then my job. The future at this point looks bleak indeed, so I try as I did on our trip to see as much as I can. One never knows when the end of a thing is upon them. I looked at the palm trees in California like I would never see the likes again, because I might not. I looked at the nearly bare breasts of the bartender at the Sweetwater Saloon the same way. I looked at the faces of my daughter and her family knowing that I might not see them as clear again ever. I am ever grateful for what I have, but I worked hard all my life; I've fought with everything I have, and dammit I scored first! I'm way behind at halftime but dammit I scored first!

Our Trip

2008-01-03T18:09:00.000-08:00

Sorry for the delays but it's bowl season, and I can't think until my Wolverines play. (Loved the smackdown on a man and a team I don't like)
I'm reminded of that John Denver song, It really is a long way from Charlotte to San Diego, and made worse by some child kicking the back of my seat all the way. Mom and two little ones were continuing on to India, god help the folks on that plane! I now know what jet lag is, and I'm not a fan; I was tired all week. This was the first Christmas We've had as a family in about five years I think. It was the first Christmas at the home of my daughter; This moved my wife more then me for some reason. One of my favorite treats is the lil Biscoff cookies that you get if you fly Delta Airlines. I've never found them in a store, but when I got to Daughters house there was a whole sleeve of them waiting for me. The trip just kept getting better after that. While there we went to the USS Midway Museum. This was my first time on a navy ship, and it was kinda cool to be on one that I had built a model of as a child. So now you know something about me that you didn't, I used to build model Navy war ships. My Son in law (jeez it seems weird to say that) was kind enough to indulge us by driving us and taking us anywhere we wanted to go, and knowing where Mrs C could find the things to complete her Christmas shopping. Thanks T. We also went to T's uncles house for a family lunch on Christmas eve. Uncle Cliff's wife is Vietnamese, and so was lunch! What a treat! We had chicken soup though I used a fork for the noodles and meat. Sorry but I would have starved if I had to use the sticks. :) I had my first shrimp chip (I could eat them for hours) and a mint salad. We had Vietnamese egg rolls that were to die for, and took a bag home with us. Mrs C and I snacked on them while waiting on Christmas dinner. Uncle Cliff is retired from the Navy, and so we had some of his stories. I wonder if I might be able to get an invite for next year. I have a step grand child that is a sweet human being, and Dad and step Mom are going to keep her that way I'm sure. Daughter cooked both Christmas eve and Christmas dinner; they had a couple from home over for the eve dinner that were new to the area. It was a bit tough seeing my lil girl all grown up with a life and a family of her own but I sure am proud of her and T. The pics are of a swift boat that I took at the Vietnam monument on base at Coronado, and the beach at same base called seal beach; where the bad men train. Last is the flight deck of the Midway. I had almost forgotten that we got to chat with a survivor of Pear Harbor from the Utah on the Midway. He told me that when they abandoned ship the Japs were strafing the water so they would dive under when they saw a plane until it passed thus avoiding the bullets.

Home

2007-12-30T09:45:00.000-08:00

Thought I'd let everyone know that I'm home again.
We had a wonderful Christmas, and I found out my daughter can cook.;)
More later.

Happy Holidays

2007-12-12T16:43:00.000-08:00

I was talking to some extended family the other day. It’s time to get the Christmas cards in the mail, and I needed some addresses. We spent some time catching up and reminding each one another that we do indeed love us all. In the course of conversation I did mention that I’m having trouble with my eyesight. My uncle asked what I would do? I said that I didn’t know but that I wasn’t going to lie down and die over it. I believe that problem can keep til after the first of the year. My friend and a fellow blogger Bea Furman is dealing with the death of her Mother, she passed on the tenth of December. I remember my Mother telling me that Christmas time was the worst time to die and should be avoided at all costs. Seems she remembered some kids she grew up with that lost a parent near Christmas, and they were a long time getting over it. I know what Bea is going through as I lost my mother on 12-21-98. She was right about it taking some time before the holiday spirit returns. This year the wife and I are going to fly out to California to spend a few days with my Daughter and her Husband. We’ve already mailed some cheer and hope to have a good Christmas as a family. It will be our first in years. I look forward as well to seeing another new place that I’ve never been. It might surprise some of you to know how often you are in my thoughts and as the holidays approach, my prayers as well. Sorry John, I don’t have time to pray for you the rest of the year! ;) Due to the trip we won’t be putting up a tree this year so I’m putting up the picture of the one we had last year. I doubt that I will find the time to write again before we return so let me say it now. Merry Christmas and may God bless you each and every one!

Home again

2007-11-26T18:01:00.000-08:00

I grew up in Lansing Michigan, a solid blue collar town with solid Midwestern values, and lots of water. I am the son of a Upper Peninsula hillbilly. (otherwise known as a dirt farmer) I got a call from my ex wife the other day, (yes when I have to) she fills me in on things that she thinks might be important to me. She got a call from an old friend that thought he had seen me on the street. He wondered if I was home and would I be looking for a job. She then told me of the big changes in the town since I was last there. I got on Google maps and took a look around my old home town and remembered. I remembered childhood friends I haven't seen in ten years, and old girlfriends. I remembered family that has passed on, and some that haven't, and my special places in the woods where I went to think and be close to my god.
I remember that you can't go a mile in any direction without finding a tree I planted or a basement I helped build, or the sidewalks I poured and finished with a loving hand. Both my Dad and Uncle Len were concrete people too, teaching me to sign my work with the quality I put into it. I walked to school each day on sidewalks that my uncle built, while my ex walked on sidewalks that my Dad built. My first kiss first job first love happened in that town. I've friends that mean more then life, that I met in that town.
The auto plants where we all thought we would work are gone, leaving acres of concrete and asphalt in the center of town, and the kids are driving rice burners rather then the Olds Cutlass's that we grew up with. Some of the woods that I used to roam are now houses and more. Some of us are already gone to whatever awaits at lifes end.
I had one of my best friends visit the other weekend. I met him in that town though he also doesn't live there anymore. I was proud to show him the wonderful color and warm days of fall in my home, and as we went out to eat breakfast on the shore of the lake I realised the places don't matter if the people are important to you. I have a neighbor that I love with all my heart. We do so many things together, and I think of him as my big brother. Every project I get into I know I can complete because he has my back. Every problem too, he has my back. I can't even think of a time when he won't be there next door. I love him as much as I've loved anyone, cept my wife and so this begs the question...What and where is home?
for me it is where I am loved and can love back.

Old Sins

2007-11-19T16:02:00.000-08:00

I was thinking about old sins the other day. Not the kind that Christians would think about but much bigger and deeper then the crap that the ten commandments deal with. Everyone knows not to lust after your neighbors wife or cow etc etc. Doesn't stop a damn soul from doing it anyway. The kind of sin I'm talking about is the mistakes that we make on the road we call life. simple misjudgements and bad decisions along the way. These are the things that we and others live with sometimes for many years with bad effect at some points. If I'm driving too fast and get in a wreck I might get hurt or hurt someone else. The results might be minimal or far reaching but soon apparent. What if I pick the wrong job? How long will it take me to change? What are the effects? What if I pick the wrong girl? How many years before I make a change? What then? What of my political choices? Can that affect me? It's funny how much we take for granted about the future, never believing in the long term effects. Sometimes I've seen the effects of some decisions twenty thirty even forty or more years later on some people. The reason? Hindsight! Hindsight is the only way one can see an old sin, and judge it for what it was.