Riding With Mud

Memories and Perceptions

2012-01-28T13:54:00.001-05:00

I just want to state for the record that what I write is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the perception of the truth as it is filtered through time, memories, illness and age. Stories told over and over get embellished a little and that embellishment often becomes a hard part of the truth as the teller remembers. If I misstate the facts, write your own damned story and see how correct you are. If I tell stories about you that are true, just remember that I tried to not tell all the stories that would have indited us all,
MUD

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Officer Candidate School

2012-01-28T11:14:00.000-05:00

When I signed in to my OCS Battery at Fort Sill, I had just completed 8 weeks of a preparatory class that was designed to get us ready for the crap they would dish out. We were sent to one of the old wooden barracks and piled in High and tight. Someone had renovated the barracks and down both sides of the middle open aisle were cubicles designed for two candidates. To start, they double stacked us with bunk beds and instead of the usual 25 to 30 there were closer to 60 on my floor. I am pretty sure we were Battery E, also known as class 23A-67 set to graduate with our sister Battery, F Battery on the 3rd of July. Normally the graduations were held on the Tuesday of the week but that would have been the 4th of July so we graduated a day early.

My 8 weeks in the OCS Prep battery helped me get my junk organized quick and I spent the next couple of days helping the other poor dumb Bastards get their gear in order. There was a diagram for everything and we had to work hard to make it be there and all shiny. I literally poured my display out of the laundry bag and set it up. Those poor guys that had just completed AIT in normal units suffered. In the second week, they did a Peer review and we rated every one else in our Platoon. I was ranked tied in the top position with another OCS Prep graduate. We worked hard to help everyone get their gear set up. I was completely blown out of the water when I was counseled by our TAC officer and he gave me a 71 Leadership grade. Barely a C in any language. I was blown out of the water. He told me that I was not there to help, but there to learn how to lead. he said i would raise my leadership grade by every step i went down in the peer ratings. By the end of the class i was tied for 23rd out of 24. Sure enough my leadership grade was 93.

I often relate the story that for the first couple of weeks, we had a Candidate from a Senior Class that lived with us. Every night he would walk up and down the middle aisle after lights out and lecture us on what we had done well and what we had done poorly that day. It was either laugh or cry into my pillow each night for a while. Me, I just had to make it a game and laugh. There were a lot of us that started and darned few, less than 50% that completed.

Each day, the TAC officer would come through our area and anything that was wrong or sloppy would get thrown on the floor. Demerits would be awarded to the offender and special periods of extra duty awarded. The first couple of weeks were especially chicken shit and everyone had to walk the "Parking Lot Tour." I had the bad luck to be in front of one of the most clumsy soldiers ever. He never learned to start by stepping off with his left foot. The first time we were there, he kicked the heel off one of my boots and because of a lack of funds, I was forced to leave that pair under my bunk as a display and not rotate the boots like we were supposed to. We had one pair marked with a red spot and one pair not marked. Each morning I put the little stick on red spot on or off the pair under my bed. No one ever caught on. After we were finally paid about the 8th week of OCS, the guy that knocked off my heel came by my bunk and gave me a new pair of jump boots he has just bought. they were not his size and were a real pain to bring up to the OCS standard. I was a whizz at shining anything by that time and I never was given a demerit for that pair of boots.

The weekend extra periods of duty continued for a couple of weeks until the first big weekend for a JARK. The story went that the 4.2 miles from the Robinson Barracks sign to the top of Medicine Bluffs 4 or MB-4 was named after some WWII Candidate who managed to have to go up that mountain every weekend he was in OCS.    You made the walk like an adjutant walk or stiff legged and you were guaranteed to have shin splints for a couple of days after each walk. I had to go that first time but after that I thought I was going to tie the record of the lowest number of miles in OCS. 4.2 was the record and I was well on my way to only making one trip up that hill.

On Sunday mornings, we were allowed to go to the Day Room and purchase junk food or grotto. It was a blessed extra calories for young soldiers that were easily burning a few hundred more than we could consume in the rigid mess hall atmosphere. One of my cube mates went over to the day room and actually brought a Baby Ruth candy bar back into the barracks. That was a big no no. As he finished it, he was looking for a place to s=dispose of the wrapper when someone called "Attention" downstairs. He grabbed the wrapper and stuffed it in a binder on our desk and left it there while the officer was visiting. He put it in his pocket and disposed it on a trip to the dumpster. The next Monday morning our TAC officer came to visit and saw the binder out of alignment and knocked them on the floor. That stupid candy wrapper had left half a peanut and some chocolate on the desk. The TAC officer wrote a 6X6 special for the infraction. That was 6 weeks detention and 6 trips up the Hill on weekend JARKS. The owner of the candy bar was married and had not been to see his wife for the first month we were in OCS. To help him out, the three of us left in our cube split the penalty and I gave myself a 2X2. That gave me three trips up MB-4 for 13.2 miles. I had the lowest number of miles in our Battery but did not tie the Overall record.

I wish I had a way to share all the things we saw at Fort Sill but am somewhat limited by this format. I can tell you that we got to blow off steam in a lot of ways. We would holler on the bus - "Give me an Attitude Check. Check - We hate this Fucking Place. Someone would holler Give me a Positive Attitude Check - We Positively Hate this Fucking Place..."

On the weekends, there was often gunnery Displays out on the range. We were made to attend and some of the were great but some were a disaster. Honest to god, I saw an Honest John Rocket fired and someone forgot to pull the "God Pin" out of the rail. That rocket hopped its way across the firing position and took the truck and all and blew up right in front of the stands. The crowning blow was that someone set off a nuclear simulator way off in the distance and the announcer read the part of the script about the explosion on the horizon. We could feel the heat in the stands. I'm sure that someone was packed up and sent to Korea that weekend. A couple of months later, I saw a unit bring in a Little John Rocket by Chinook helicopter and shoot it at The biggest mountain in the impact area. I looked at it and said to the people near me that unless that rocket had a left hand spin it was going to miss Signal Mountain. Sure enough, when it was fired it just sailed right on past that mountain. Another young officer went to Korea the next morning. If you have ever been to Fort Sill, you would know all about Signal Mountain and how it is the tallest mountain that dominates the west range. To miss that mountain was very hard to do.

Oh well, I'd better call this a day and move on to my first Unit, the 6th Battalion 84th Artillery at Fort Irwin, CA. Yes,it was later designated the National Desert Training Center.

MUD (then 2LT)

The Early Military Years, Enlisted.

2012-01-28T10:24:00.000-05:00

In 1966, I was cruising along in life like I knew where it was headed and I was along for the ride. I had started college but didn't apply for a Military deferment. Sure trip to the Army. Lo and behold, in July 66 I was sent to Kansas City for a Pre-Induction Physical. I Looked at the paperwork completed near the end when I had a visit with the Doctor. Little did I know then that all those 1s in the PULHES section would award me a 1-A rating. On my 19th Birthday I went to the mail and there was a "Greetings" Letter and I was told to report on 5 Sep for induction (Drafted, busted go to the Military do not pass go)

I did talk to a navy Recruiter about being a SEA BEE because of my construction experience. They weren't interested unless I had training and experience driving heavy Machinery. I just accepted my fate and got on the bus. Go to Canada? Are you Crazy? Hell, all they wanted was a couple of years and what else did I have to do.

The Induction station in Kansas City is still there across from the Train Station. It has a fancy name now something like MEPS but it really isn't important. I spent a couple of days taking tests and the checks to insure that I hadn't done (or Caught) anything since the last time I was there. Nope, Stand in a line in alphabetical order. I lucked out that everyone in the alphabet after P were sent to another room where a Marine Corps Gunney made them swear an oath to the Corps. As soon as those of us that took the induction were official, we were on a bus for Fort Lost in the Woods (Leonard Wood)

We arrived there late at night and were given a sheet, a blanket and a pillow and told to go rack out in an old wooden barracks. We did and early the next morning some a-hole came in and kicked a can down the center of the barracks and called us a lot of names. We were herded outside to a line for breakfast and some of the guys were drug out of the line to serve. I was chosen and put on the part of the line where I fed bread into this merry go round toaster. The toast fell into a metal container and the guys just picked up the toast with their bare hands. At least I got to wash my hands. The toast that got burned was taken by one of the other guys and they made French Toast out of it.

After a bunch of tests, a hair cut, issuance of uniforms and equipment, a bunch of shots, we were finally marched over to a nearby unit. It too was a bunch of WWII Barracks and we were greeted by our Drill Sergeant. SFC Tignor (we became Tignor's Tigers) was a great guy in the barracks. You could ask him anything and he actually talked to us like we were people. His words were, "You guys are being trained to go to Vietnam and the better you do here, the fewer of you that will die there." His motivation was loud and clear to me. I pitched in and learned everything I could. One of the guys that were Acting NCO's (they had been in the Army two weeks longer than we had) could go to the PX and they purchased a Basic Training Guide. It had simple things like the Code of Conduct, General orders, and how to wear the uniform. I got one and read it cover to cover several times. I finished 2nd out of all the trainees in our cycle. My dad got a letter from the 2nd Brigade Commander thanking him for teaching me as much as he could. It was BS but at least I got promoted to E-2 as I entered AIT.

There was a lot of confusion in my orders. I had been selected to go to the Field Artillery OCS at Fort Sill and the first orders I saw were for Fort lee, VA. Had I not got Sergeant Tignor involved, I would have been on a bus to Fort Lee. I finally got a letter that told me to report to Fort Sill. No orders at that point but what the heck did I know. I was assigned to an OCS Preparatory Battery and completed 8 weeks learning how to be an Artillery Fire Direction Crewman and to polish things that were already shinny but needed more.

Some time in late January or early February, I went over to the Robinson Barracks and signed in. 23 weeks later, I graduated as a branch qualified 2nd Lieutenant. My next stop was Fort Irwin, CA but more about the rest of my career next Blog.

MUD
Col, (Ret)

The High School Years

2012-01-27T10:35:00.000-05:00

For some strange reason the City of Wichita really got mad at Beech Aircraft and their attempt to block annexation of the east side of the county from Annexation. Just as I was to start High School, they blocked us from attending South east High School. Instead of going to the same school as our brothers and sisters we were given the choice of three other schools. We could attend the old dungeon downtown called East High, the new school called Wichita Heights or travel 5 miles east to Andover. It was a strange day when we were all given the choice. Most of the girls in my old neighborhood chose Heights and the guys chose East. I guess it was a fortuitous thing that my girlfriend went to Heights. I was then allowed to not have my hormones racing during the day at least five days a week. No more than normal.

It was a culture shock for trailer trash from a neighborhood where no self respecting black man would live to be in a school that was probably 60% black.   My next door neighbor threw a fit and forever washed the cans of Coors beer when he saw they employed blacks in their canning section. Just once, I will use the word Nigger to describe the only appellation I ever heard them called in our group of poor white trash. Imagine my shock when on the first day of PE I not only was in a mass class with then, I actually stepped right on the chest of one of the biggest blackest man I ever met. For some reason he was laying on the floor resting and as I ran over to a loose basketball, thud, I stepped right in the middle of his brand new white shirt. The evidence was clear, there was a size 12 footprint right covering his name. I recognized it as the name of one of the football linemen from the year before. I think the only thing that saved me was that he would have probably gotten thrown out of school had he killed me. I brushed off the evidence and apologized for not seeing him. It was the first time I had been called an "MF" by someone that was man enough to tear one of my arms off and beat me with it. That guy had enough friends with him that it would probably been called one of the worst cases of suicide in 1963. I lucked out and lived, I think.

I managed to get through High School with no special awards or recognition. In fact I once saw that I was in the bottom 1/4 of my graduating class in academic performance. I was supporting a girl friend and a car through most of that experience and trivial things like studying was on the back burner. One of the first failures in High School was the fact that I flunked 9th grade English and had to take it my sophomore year. I showed up in a class of almost illiterate students and was singled out by the teacher after class. She asked me what the heck I had done to flunk a subject like English and immediately set me on a self study path that allowed her to focus on the students that really could not read or write. I read at least a book a week in her class and wrote book reports. I sat in the corner of the room and we basically ignored each other. Play nice Dennis and we will get along fine.

Spanish my sophomore year was another story. The teacher assigned homework every night and I didn't have time to be bothered. I recall the rule that for each assignment I missed my grade was lowered by one whole grade. I am pretty sure that several of us had F's by the end of the first week. I transferred to the Chorus very soon. For some reason the chorus instructor listened to me sing and I wound up in the Choir the second semester. I sang my way through High School and I wore the one suit I owned to do so. We had to buy a Blue Blazer with Charcoal grey pants. We did look good and sang much better than we as individuals were capable of singing. I lettered in Choir but there was no way I was ever going to wear a Letter men jacket with the Choir patch on it. there were a couple of honest to god letter men that put the Choir patch on theirs but they also had Track, or Basketball, or wrestling patches.

I worked at gas stations all through High School and I think I did a pretty good job. My first job was working at a Phillips 66 station and they had real high standards for the restrooms. I was the flunky and it fell to me to clean them and keep them that way. That carried over to the Job I had at Rock Road and Kellogg. On my second night there, I checked the bathrooms and the women's was an absolute disaster. No one cleaned the joint is weeks and it showed. I had to get some pretty heavy duty cleaners to get the toiled to not look like it was freshly crapped in even after I cleaned it. I had to take some auto polish and buff the sink so it would even glow, let alone shine. I did my best and even left the floor with a coat of wax.

The next morning the owner's wife stopped by the station and while she was there, she went into the restroom. She came out and asked "Who cleaned that bathroom?"   I admitted that I had and wondered what I had done wrong. She came over to me and praised me for doing what had as long as she remembered not been done. Yep, the reward for good work is more work. I was forever the Latrine orderly there for the next three years.

I do wish I could really explain my relationship with my girl friend Donna. I thought I loved that girl but I probably lusted more than loved. The only thing that really saved us was a fear that if we went all the way it would probably result in a pregnancy that would tie us to a life in Dog Patch. I am pretty sure that she didn't want that any more than I did. I even bought her a ring but when we graduated from High School our parents helped us decide to wait at least a year to get married. Her parents moved to Seattle, Washington with Boeing and she followed as soon as graduation was over. I went out by bus Christmas of 1965 to visit but even an inexperienced guy like me could tell it was over. She joined the Navy and we drifted different directions. She married "Lucky" and I felt lucky to be free of the whole affair. I found out about her marriage from my father while I was in basic training.

I started at Wichita State and made straight Cs my first semester. Right after the start of the second semester, I learned to play 10 point pitch in the Campus Activity Center and that ended my college career for that year. One of the guys and I worked out a system of cheating that amazing how simple and easy it was. We would put the cards in our hands to indicate our strong suit. Left hand cards folded was diamonds spread out hearts. Right hand folded was spades and spread out clubs. We would never let on what we were doing and beat about any other group we played. We both had also played bridge and knew how to play cards well. The only really good thing was they didn't serve beer there. Cokes and Cheese sandwiches were my breakfast and lunch for a couple of months.

They required everyone to take ROTC the first couple of years but at the end of the enrollment line I didn't fill out the deferment card so I was eligible for the draft. The Vietnam War was just beginning to build and I had a fair idea that a healthy single non college student would find himself drafted.

I worked construction from that spring to well into the fall. I saved nothing but had one of the greatest times ever. I was about 6'2" and 185 lbs of young enthusiastic male. I figured out that if I did get drafted I would fly through that training no sweat. Little did I know that heavy labor just didn't prepare me for running in combat boots. One of my goals was to not go into the service a virgin. I managed to work that out and had no idea that while I was eager, I was not a very considerate lover. Oh well, it was good enough for me.

My car through most of High School was a 55 Chevy. man I loved those big bench seats. My dad helped me buy a Renault and I hated every part if it. In about July we traded it in for a Volvo and I found those reclining seats to be almost as wonderful as the big bench seats in the Chevy. Oh well, Off to the Army

MUD

In the Beginning

2012-01-26T10:27:00.000-05:00

I grew up on the east side of Wichita, Kansas. We were right outside of the City Limits and the view from my house was mostly the Beech Aircraft Plant number 1 on Central and the Beech parking lot that was right behind my house. My daddy was in the Navy in WWII and I was a "Baby Boomer". In my neighborhood, there was no shortage of kids to play with. In fact, many of our ball games on the vacant lot up north had more kids in the outfield than most professional teams had on their roster. We all went to Minneha and it was from kindergarten to the ninth grade when I attended there. I guess the last three grades were technically Junior High but who even thinks about such things at the time. We walked to school and so long as you got home before the 3:30 shift change you could do so mostly safely. There were no old stupid dogs in my neighborhood. If they ventured out between 6:30 and 7 AM or between 3:30 and 4 PM they died in the road. That happened a lot...

The neighborhood I grew up in was called Travel Air City as it was built right before the war to house the expanding workforce for Beech Aircraft. By the time I had grown up, it was known as Dog Patch after that Al Capp cartoon city. I think that appellation stuck mostly because of all the Oakies and Arkies that settled there because of the cheap housing. Someone tore down an apartment area called Beechwood and hauled the large buildings to my neighborhood. It improved both areas. A lot of the rest of my neighborhood was trailer courts and shacks. At least a couple of years in my life I too was a part of the trailer trash as we lived in an 8X38 foot trailer when we moved back after Vietnam. We were going to Wichita State University and in love so we didn't care much where we lived.

A lot of people don't remember who was their first friend. I remember clearly that Harvey Blinn was one of the first guys I knew. He lived two houses south of us on Byrd Street and I think our being friends was mostly because we were both from families where the girls out numbered the boys. I think he had 5 or 6 sisters and I had two. Harvey was a year older but I feel confident in saying that I was a bad influence on him in a lot of areas. Harvey and I maintain a correspondence with each other even today and have had a chance to visit in the last year or so.

One of the influences in my neighborhood was Minneha. My Kindergarten teacher lived next door, The Head Custodian lives across the street and there was a kid in about every grade that lived on my block. There was a joke about a little frog there. When someone would ask "Who Did That?" he would hop out and say, "Petty did it, Petty did it!" Damned if he wasn't right more often than not. I was a pretty intelligent kid that would probably be on Ritalin today. My attention span on old ideas was short and there was no limit on new ideas for things to do. I guess Harvey, Ronnie, Eugene, Denny L. and Wayne needed more to do to enliven their lives. The Wichita Flash was there to help. When my sisters started at Minneha, it was in a very small building at Central and Webb Road. They expanded to a new building up Webb Road and had to build a new Elementary School because of all the kids born right after the war. I think that it now has been absorbed into the Wichita School District now and even is a "Magnet" school what ever that is.

While there were a lot of people involved in the Education process in my neighborhood, there was also a lot of people that worked at Beech. Most of the people that lived in out neighborhood may have started at Beech and walked to work, a lot of them moved to Cessna or Boeing for the money. When they moved up, a lot of them moved out. Not all, but many moved away from there and the neighborhood deteriorated with the arrival of poor folks from Oklahoma and Arkansas. A lot of them seemed to be in the roofing business. The men would travel to places far away if there was a major storm and then draw unemployment all winter. Most of them left large families in the shacks and sent home what little money they didn't drink while in other cities.

I can't even begin to tell you what sociological influences were the greatest on the kids where I lived. I was almost 7 when we got our first TV and we were too poor to go to many movies. I did listen to radio on those hot summer nights but I think I spent more time outside than anything else. Because of the lights in the Beech parking lot, our yard was lit up and we played outside a lot during the summer. Kick the can, hide and go seek and just mischief kep us busy most of the time. I don't remember being bored a lot as we always found someone to play with or something to do.

I don't remember when I got my first bike, but I do know that we all had one. We were like a gang of bikers riding the darnedest collection of old iron anywhere. We roamed the neighborhood and often rode the roads way north of our homes. I can remember riding one time at least 5 miles north of our neighborhood and having to dip my front wheel in the water in a ditch because there was no grease in the bearings and it got so hot it darned near froze up. When we got home the bearings fell out and we never did find enough to make that wheel work again.

I guess I want to share with you that even if we were poor, we were rich in friendships and blessed to attend a school where a good education could be had even if it was by osmosis mostly. For me, my salvation was one of the best libraries ever. I could go in there and find books that took me all over the world. I traveled every battlefield in the Civil War and WWI. Those places I didn't read about in WWII were places we were taken by the war stories of our fathers.

MUD

Finally, I got that Sucker!

2012-01-25T10:47:00.000-05:00

I think I have mentioned feeding the birds (OK about a million times). To do that, I have found that Black Oil Sunflower seeds are the one's the birds like the best. The problem with having bulk seeds in the computer room downstairs is the problems with other animals that like the seeds, like mice. There has been one bold little fellow that has just strolled out in the middle of the room and dared me to catch him. I tried the old mouse trap baited with peanut butter but he just was so small he could lick one of those traps clean and escape. I found that Victor makes a trap that is very pressure sensitive and catches them like crazy. It has a great big paddle looking thing that trips the trap. I put the traps perpendicular to the wall and put just a few seeds between a pair. Out in the garage, I put them along a "run" they use without the seeds. It seems that in the dark, mouses run along the wall using their whiskers to go straight. They first run into the traps line and then go to mousy heaven (or hell in my book). So far this year I have trapped over 30 in the garage and one in the basement. I hate those mice in a big way.

Our friend, Mel, from Austin was with us one day over the Christmas break when we were out on a walk. Her cell phone rang and I'll be darned if she didn't get a cold call interview. She works as a quality control person for the programmers. She tests the programs and finds the bugs before the programs go out for release. The company she had been working for had hired a new supervisor and they just didn't get along. Mel was offered a new job and ran with it. We are thrilled to see her get a chance with a new company.

I have a dilemma, One of my renters thinks the bathroom at their house needs upgraded. They are behind $2,100 in rent for last year and quite frankly I had hoped they would go find somewhere else to live. I do have plans to upgrade the bathroom in that house but how do you do it with them there? I am very inclined to use the back rent to remodel if they make good on their promise to catch me up by march. If they don't, I will evict them and do the upgrade as I can. Oh well.

Barb and I went to the KU vs Texas A&M game Monday night with Dan and Carrie Craig. During our Dinner at the Yellow Sub in Lawrence they mentioned the family trip next fall in Gulf Shores, Alabama. Right now it will cost us a little over $500 @ for a week on the beach. I'm pretty sure that food costs will drive that up a little but as one of the cooks I really look forward to working with Keith to cook up some great seafood. By then, there will be another new baby in the Kirkland family and we love babies.

I am going to work on getting together with my nephew Robert and Julia to see their two year old and soon to be new daughter. I have seen pictures but we seem to just miss them - a lot!. I hate it when that happens.

Better run and get something accomplished. I guess I should try to set a goal or two first.

MUD

I am not as Think as you drunk I am...

2012-01-24T11:20:00.000-05:00

Just the other day, I had a non-alcoholic beer in New Braunfels, Texas. It was a German beer with a German meal of schnitzel, cabbage and boiled potatoes (Mit butter) It was wonderful and enjoyed the taste. For the first time in a long time I found that I could enjoy the taste without the craving for another, and another and another.   For the longest part of my life I really liked beer. No, I really, really liked beer.

While I had many a drunk night in the Military, I drank before I went in and after I came out. No one to blame there. I like many others must stand up and be accountable for myself on that front.

The other day, I was looking for a phone number in my old "Day Runner" and found the Micro fish from my time in the Service. I went down to the National Guard Headquarters to see if they had a machine to read the darned thing and I was taken back that they no longer had anyway to read one. Even the archives section no longer uses one. They sent the old files off to be put in a data base and I forgot to ask if I could get a copy on a disk. I found my military life reduced to 392 itty bitty files and no way to read them.

The biggest surprise was that the Library had a film/fish reader and they were glad to show me how to use it and I did. There wasn't a lot to be surprised about, except for the lack of documentation of all the TDY's to other units in Vietnam. Heck, there wasn't even an order when I got "Infused" from one major unit to another. I did find that I was in battery A, 6th Bn, 84th Artillery , Service Battery and then C, 1-92nd as the FDO then XO.    I had trouble remembering that detail even if the war stories come back loud and clear.

For the most part, my OERs over the years said good things about me. I was amazed that one OER took a pot shot at me for getting out of the Military after Vietnam. All the time, one leader after another told me that the Military would not want me without a degree. They never offered to put me through college except for the GI Bill so what the hell did they expect?   I got my degree from KU and then joined the Guard full time. I don;t regret one day of it. Hell, I may not remember things from time to time but no regrets.

MUD

Jeff? hell no I am not Jeff. Oh, Deaf, well...

2012-01-23T10:13:00.000-05:00

It all started in Basic Training in 1966.   I loved the M-14, but it was one loud Mother. We would put cigarette butts in our ears when we shot because the Government didn't think ear plugs and an ear plug case was something they could afford to issue. I shot the M-14 all the way to expert and by Christmas of my first year in the Military, I felt like I had been listening to Hard Rock all my life. I wasn't deaf, but on the way.

The next step in the cycle was my times on the guns in OCS. Again, we had no Military issued hearing and those damn guns, even the smallest 105mm Howitzer would hurt your ears if you got caught unawares. For our Field Problem we spent four days with 155mm Howitzers and they were more than just loud. The concussion was hard on you.

I went to Vietnam and after the first week in the field, I was damn near deaf and both my ears had bled. When I tried to be an Aerial Observer for pay, they weren't sure I could hear well enough. I went back to the guns and lost a lot of what was left.

I went back in the National Guard after Active Duty and wouldn't you know it would be the Field Artillery. By then, the Government had figured out that a few ear plugs would be a lot better than a lot of deaf soldiers. I try to carry some all the time then and now. It is a little like a little too late for me. Those damned cows are not only out of the barn, but they are out eating the horses feed. (Mixed that metaphor big time)

When I got out of the Service, I went to the VA and had my hearing tested. The guy said by the time I reach middle age I would probably need something but I'm not sure of what he said. Because it was in the audiology lab, I assume he said hearing aids. Now, I am doing battle with the VA. Little did I assume it would be a paper war to even get a hearing test. The VA also said I should go over to the DAV and file for a disability. Let me share that with you.

I spent a few minutes visiting with a counselor and he started the paper work for their files. He indicated that if I hear a ringing in my ears (I Do) that was a 10% Disability and deafness was another 10%. If it was the money only that is about $250 a month. I explained to him that I wasn't out for more money and he kind of laughed. He said that it's a good thing, because I wouldn't get any money. The best I could hope for is to have the disability declared and some of the retirement income in a Tax free basis. Good enough for me. I am already on the Government dole and don't need more taxable income. In fact even a little bit in a non tax basis wouldn't be bad.

Oh well, I guess I'll just muddle along in life. Oh - Do you know how to tell an old Artilleryman?   Real Loud...

MUD

Great Weekend

2012-01-23T09:54:00.000-05:00

There is a table of paperwork sitting here in the room and I managed to enjoy basketball on Saturday and Football on Sunday. I think the Football games were a little better because I could take a nap and not feel like I missed much. Until Sunday, I had not seen a Baltimore Raven's game all year. Once San Francisco fell out of the picture, they lost me. An all East coast Super Bowl just doesn't float my boat. Other than the KU vs Texas game on Saturday, I didn't have much spirit invested in the games so I could also switch between History, the Military Channel and the games. Direct TV fooled around and I had to listen to the KU game. Most of the paperwork on my table can't be completed until I get the paperwork from the Oil Companies and the banks. I have organized what I have and am just waiting. Most of it isn't due to me until 30 January.

One thing that is clear is that I need to invest in a tractor for all the rock driveways. They are in horrible shape and I sure can't fix them with a shovel and a pickup. I also think that if my renters catch up on their back rent, I'll need to invest a few dollars or get beat at Tax time in 2013. I have also looked at a rental property but I didn't get a lot of good feelings from Barb. There is a duplex worth about $200,000 and I would like to buy it for about $150,000. It needs some maintenance but most other than the roof is just piddling stuff. I think it would make a nice investment to have a house in the Shawnee Heights district that would rent for between $750 and a $1,000 a month for each unit. I just try to let the units pay for themselves and they are long term investments.
The really stupid thing is that at least once each year, I think to myself that I sure would like to get out of the landlord business. The real problem is that so far it is the only thing that has paid off regularly ad most of my real gains have been due to my property investments.

I think starting the weekend out by seeing a movie was the way to start. I loved "Red Tails" and someone said that if I liked it I needed to see "War Horse".

Every once in a while i will be writing on my blog and the courser just disappears. It is somewhat frustrating in I make a lot of errors and have to guess when I am in a correction mode. Oh well, write if you get work...

MUD

Just You and Me!

2012-01-21T22:33:00.000-05:00

Somewhere in the middle of my tour in Vietnam, my unit moved by road from Dak To to Bahn me Touit. It took us most of two days to make the move and when the guns were all set up, some one decided that the gun trucks would be moved back to the base by the air field. It was about a 30 Kilometer move and the sun was well on its way to setting. Had there been a vote, I would have waited until the next morning but no one ever said the Military was a democracy. I was the third Lieutenant assigned to the battery and it was decided that I would remain in the rear and run the resupply point. I would have a couple of NCO's and about 8 soldiers.

On the move back to the rear area, I was in one of the trucks with Sergeant Terratola. He could tell that we were out in the middle of no where and our ass was hanging out. I didn't have a radio, or a map and no idea where the hell we were or where we were going. One of the guys from the big gun unit we were helping was in charge and we were just a row of ducks following momma home. It had been raining for several days and the trucks could not keep the wheels on the road. As we went down the road, we basically just drove from one ditch to the other and mostly in a forward manner. I hate to think what the road looked like the next after when 7 or 8 trucks drove down the ditches and tore the shit out of them.

About half way back, it really got dark and my senses were on full alert. About that time, Sergeant Terratola began to say, "Just You and me Lord, Just you and Me!" He pulled out his St Christopher medal and kissed it. He started to chant the Rosary sayings, "Hail Mary, mother of god, full of grace....." That's all a Baptist from Kansas can remember. That went on all the way back to the base and I understood. It wasn't the "Why Me lord" comment, it was just a way to communicate to the Lord that he was in charge and we were along for the ride.

In the end, we got back safely but I'm sure that most of us felt we were so lucky and a few prayers were said that night.

I remember that night and many more to come. After that, I feel like it would take a lot of crap to make me feel that way again.

MUD

Perception & Reality

2012-01-20T11:08:00.000-05:00

The reality of life is that my perception is my reality. What you think is what you think and I would hope that for the most part as you get older you feel more and more confident that your reality will do for now.   Because most people learn and grow in what they know, their perceptions change as they go through experiences and living. What I find frustrating is that so many people fail to realize that what they are thinking just might be right. Or wrong as the person may be..

I have a real problem dealing with people that think their way is the only way. It has been said that I don't suffer "Fools Gladly". By that, I think that people unable to discuss the facts and somewhat use the facts to shape new ideas are way too rigid. I don't think changing your core beliefs will happen but at least admitting there might be another way to do things is a good thing.

I am pretty sure that I don't care for most Opera. I love music and there are a few places where someone singing Italian very loud is OK, but so far I don't think I want to sit through hours and hours of it. I won't let that aversion stop me from listening to any music, just don't expect to find me in line buying tickets for Rigoletto.    My father loved the movies but he never met a musical he liked. (Well, there was one movie with Theresa Brewer in it that he wanted to see but I think it was because he really thought she was cute)

Speaking of movies, I am going to go see the new movie "Red Tails" today if at all possible. I did a lot of growing up without much experience around blacks. I loved the Military as one of the few places where doing your job was a hell of a lot more important than the color of your skin. I really want to see the success of a bunch of committed young men to do a job that was very important. Had those black Pilots not been there in those great P-51 Mustangs, the bomber crews would have continued to die in large numbers. I am confident that supporting the Bombers did support our efforts in the war and helped shape our victory.

An editorial cartoon in today's paper showed both the Republicans and the Democrats as drunks wanting to drive the car. It is unfortunate that people fail to see that both parties are running the Congress and most of the failures aren't the result of one party over the other. For every one reason to elect one type person over another, we can find an exception. People say that Newt is an insider and should not be President. There is a lot to be said about the ability of Lyndon Johnson to get things done. Mitt says we should elect a person who is not a Washington insider. Isn't that the weakness of Obama? If he could rally the parties and get things done we might not be in such trouble.   Unless, of course the President really doesn't add much to the real workings in Washington. Oh well, I will continue with my reality and you do the same.

MUD

Hawks Won!

2012-01-17T11:57:00.000-05:00

Unless you live in a cave, you probably know that Baylor Men and Women Basketball teams (Bo fum) were unbeaten until last night.   In a game right out of my fantasies, the Kansas Jay Hawks went to work in Allen Field House and schooled them in the manly art of round ball.   Baylor was ranked number three in the nation and KU was about 8th. Be interesting what happens this next Monday when the new rankings come out.

With that said, the weather here is well on its way to being January like in the Heartland. The temperature is about 25 with a 20-25 MPH northerly wind that makes it feel like zero. Should warm up to 40 by the weekend.You never know what the weather in Kansas is going to bring.

Last night, we had our son and his wife over for dinner. Dave's wife Barbara told a funny story. It seems that Barbara was telling one of he co-workers that she couldn't wait until she got home to eat one of Dave' s dinners The lady was aghast that Barbara didn't cook all the meals in her house. "What does he do when he wants a good home cooked dinner?" "We go over to his Dad's house" was Barb's reply.    Good stuff on the state of the world.

Better get running, got a hot date with the wife across town.

MUD

Monday Holiday

2012-01-16T11:36:00.000-05:00

One of the neatest thing about being retired is that unless you just are crazy to go to the bank, Monday Holidays mean very little. We do try not to shop on the weekend any more than necessary and we can slip that over to Monday or Tuesday if needed. It also gives the Barb's some bonding time. I'm not sure of the entire details of today but I think they are going to knit a dragon. OK, a dragon scarf to be more precise.

My son, of the Best Buy Geek Squad fame came over last night and I used his brain to figure out how to read my nieces Book for a Nook on my computer. He can't be bought, but feeding him does seem to make him glad to help. His mother also makes the Geek Squad cookies from time to time. I had done everything correctly but the book had some kind of electronic protection and I had to download the Barnes and Noble free software to get to the book. It is called "the F Word"   by Rebecca Demauro. It is the story of her life as she traveled through several stages of her life. It is a bargain at .99 cents. One stage in her life, is the murder of her daughter, Andi. It really ends fairly well with her moving to an entirely new place in her life and finding that she can't hate the murderer and grow as a person. For family members, there is detail that was a surprise to a lot of us.   I think there is enough hate in the rest of the family to make up for it. If Arkansas can't find an executioner, I'm pretty sure there is a long line of us that would do it for nothing. They don't call me Mean Uncle Denny for nothing. I loved her meeting with President Bush and the First Lady, Laura.

Tonight will be the first meeting this year of Baylor and KU.   It starts at 8:30 PM and I am pretty sure I will need a nap. I think this will be the first meeting of the two teams that will fight it down to the wire for the Conference Men's Basketball Championship. It will all depend on what team for KU shows up. If Robinson and Taylor both have a great night it will be a breeze but if either one falls down, it will not be the 8 point win that the papers predict for KU. It is nice to see entire team playing together and their win over Iowa State was a treat for me to watch.

Today I think I'll go over to the west side of town and get the oil changed in the Ford. Because of the road trips to Austin, she is a lot overdue. I checked the oil and it looked good level wise but needs to put some fresh oil in there. I don't agree that 3,000 miles is long enough if the car is on the road. I think 6,000 is just a little far. OH well.

Barb and I lost our I-Phone a couple of weeks back and we replaced it with a TracFone that is prepaid. I can't get used to the fact that it seems like it eats minutes. With the program I had, I never had a problem with talk minutes and only on our trip to Maine did I get close to using all the Web time I was allowed. Oh well, AT&T is really out of our life now. I think we got our first phone with them through Southwestern Bell in Wichita in 1969. Our long distance was through AT&T. I can imagine how much money we funneled to them over the years but sadly no more for them. Our local line and internet is through Cox Cable, our TV is Direcway and our cell is TracFone. No bundle for us.

For some reason, it is almost 60 this morning. I think there is a cold front due so the wind is from the south at 20 to 25 MPH. Should drop 20 degrees this afternoon and be down into the teems by late tonight. This time last year it was hovering around zero with 10 to 12 inches of snow. This is more like Texas weather.

Oh well, nothing gained by sitting here and writing on this machine. Books to read and places to go.   BYE!

MUD

Sports Saturday

2012-01-15T10:26:00.000-05:00

I got sucked into watching games on TV early yesterday and finished late. I loved to watch Lon Kruger's Oklahoma team demolish K-State. I think it is interesting that Steve Henson of K-State fame is Lon's assistant coach. I am pretty sure they both have (or had) their jerseys retired and hanging in the Field House in Manhattan.

I watched the Iowa State and KU game with a lot of interest. A lot of that game I held my breath watching Iowa State shoot treys from the outside like it was the only shot they could hit, and they for the first half, did. Barb and I have an old saying, "You can't win games on Treys alone." Somewhere in the middle of all that, you must play defense and shoot a two or three. In Bill Self's words, sometimes you win with both the good and bad Taylor on the floor. it was one of the best team efforts for Hawks this year.

Note to Bill Self and Danny Manning - Watch T-Rob's free throws. Early in the year, he made a deliberate move with his right hand to his left shoulder and he has stopped doing that and his free throw percentage has gone all to heck.

I thought the San Francisco win was a good game and fell asleep as Denver got their hats handed to them. The NE linemen spent more time in the Denver backfield than the Running backs.At least we won't hear the endless Teabo stories for a while. I try to be tolerant but even I was getting tired of all the hoop la.

In and amongst all the sports programs, I finished a book. Today is predicted to be in the 60's so I'm not going to spend hours and hours watching TV. Not sure of the details exactly but I do want to take my guns out and do some target shooting. I bought myself a laser sight for the 9mm and have at least 500 .22 rounds to plink with. Perhaps when the girls go shopping Dave will want to come over.

Oh well, no need to sit here all day and write this.

MUD

Dear Best Buy

2012-01-13T11:39:00.000-05:00

The other morning, MSN, my home page here on the Web said that Best Buy may be on the way out because of the perception of lousy customer service. I offer you this blog to encourage you to do better because: A. my son works in one of your stores and loves it and B. because I love the one stop nature of your business. I personally would hate it if every store became COSCO or Sam's Club. You know the place with slightly cheaper prices but absolutely no customer service. It is there on the shelf and take it or leave it.

Let me start by sharing with you that because of the free customer survey on MSN, you have the first leg up on fixing any problems the public may perceive. I can't tell you who first said that knowing what is wrong is the first step to fixing any problem, but it is a truism that everyone should use. Don't go out and spend thousands of dollars on finding out how to fix the problems, let me tell you a way I would fix it and give it a try. First of all, it comes with 40 years of experience behind it and second of all it is free. Got that? FREE.

When a person comes into Best Buy, your greeter at the door needs to say, "Welcome to Best Buy, is there anything I can help you with?" The first impression is the most important. If the customer has a question, have him send them to a person, by name in the department where the problem can be solved. For example "...Can I help you? " Customer - "Yes, I need to buy a computer" Have him tell the customer that "Dave over there in the computer section is our expert in that area and I am sure that he has the best information to solve your computer needs." Have him point out the computer section and if necessary have him announce over the intercom for Dave to be prepared to help a customer he is sending over to the computer department.

Every person in Best buy needs to understand they are the customer representative for Best Buy and no person enters their area without a greeting. I like "Welcome to best buy, how may I help you, or can I help you?" I would give every employee an id card that says "Welcome to best buy" and their first name.

Your managers need to understand that having your employees happy is the first step in making the customer happy. The old saw is if you don't know what's going on in your employees life, how can you know what makes them tick? A manager can't always fix all the problems, but they can often offer solutions that do work. How many people in your store are working the first shift and would love to work second shift so they can go to school? How many people are on second shift that would love to work first shift so they can spend more time with their family? Is part time employees the best answer? Ask them what they think.

The final part of the solution is to consider that not every solution works in every store. For one, the store in Topeka is staffed with some of the best people in the business. You hire some of the smartest people in the business, ask them to give you their ideas and then do something. Leaders are told in the Military to Lead, follow or get the hell out of the way.

I know my son greets every customer like they are a person and tries to fix their problems. If he is as effective with the other customers as he is with my electronics, I know they leave your store happy.   My wife takes treats to the Geek Squad all the time and we are well known in that store.

Most of all, I wish you the best of luck and hope that this next year the spirit of customer service visits your stores and brings you the sales you need to prosper and grow.

MUD
Col, (Ret) US Army

What Do You Want ?

2012-01-13T10:29:00.001-05:00

The first rule of life is that it is yours and what happens in it belongs to you first. Here are a few wishes I have for you:

Look at the things in your life and smile when you are blessed with happiness.
Get rest when you need it. There is no movie, computer game or book that should deprive you from sleep.
Eat sanely. Yes, I love steak but I know that I sometimes need to eat a salad and chicken.
Never, never stop learning things. Read, laugh and love to see the wonders of the world.
For me, writing like this helps me think about life and keeps me from taking it way to seriously.
A house is just a house, a car is just transportation, and things won't make you happy. On the other hand, people loving, laughing and talking works miracles for me. This Christmas we had more people over than ever and it was a wonderful time.
Don't expect every trip to be Disneyland. Sometimes it will rain and be cold. Bring a good book and kick back and enjoy.
The main rule in finance is that income must be greater than or equal to outgo! Other than a house, debt is not a way to anything good. Put your credit or debit card away for a month and spend cash. I'll bet you will not spend as much.
My final wish is that you will smile and make the bastards wonder what you have been up to.

The wife and I bought a TracFone pre-paid phone. It is an LG 500G and a simple little phone that doubles the number of minutes and length of time on the card you buy. My only problem is the instructions manual was way lacking and my fingers are way big. With my I-Phone, when I finished working on something I clicked the phone off. With the TracFone, it wants to go to sleep by its self not be turned off. Calls got to voice mail when it is turned off instead of ringing. The phone and the minutes was way cheaper for the first month than my old AT&T plan. I guess you get what you pay for.

MUD

Mobile Phones Part Two...

2012-01-12T11:31:00.000-05:00

Well friends, it appears that this old dog is either too old to learn new tricks or everything in this world is far too complicated. I bought a TracFone and it has way too many bells and whistles for this old dog. With my I Phone, when I wanted to end the session I was on, I would turn it off. That would save the battery and incoming calls would ring in unless I turned off the ringer. The TracFone just wants to go to sleep not be turned off. If you turn it off, incoming calls go to voice mail at a cost a a minute each time I retrieve them. Just let the damn thing go to sleep and everything is fine. Barb called TracFone's hot line and between the Indian English and an echo on the line we just could not figure out what the hell he was saying. You know, Jim from the call center.

We are having our first Arctic Blast today. Between the 25 MPH wind and the single digit temps, it is zero out there. They say it may clear and warm up some but I'll watch it from the inside just to make sure. At least I got out and got the paper and made sure the birds had seeds and water.

With the wind blowing so hard out there, I am amazed that the turkeys or the deer aren't down here below the house in the creek valley. There are enough birds here to tell me that Rabbit Run is a great place to sit out a cold blast. Guess I'll do just that.

MUD

Mobile Phones

2012-01-06T09:50:00.000-05:00

Way, I say Way back when, I was the on duty officer for the National Guard as the Emergency Preparedness officer, (Also known as the Military Support Officer) I carried an early mobile Phone. It was called "the Brick" because it looked like a brick in a bag with an antenna. It had a limited range and you had to be careful where you turned it on as each time you hit a new cell tower you got charged a roaming charge as well as a cost to use it. One day as I carried it into a store on my way home, a little boy said out loud" Look Mommy, that soldier is carrying a purse and it has a tail." That phone had a limited battery life and if it was left on all day out here as I worked on the fence, it would be dead by that evening. Needless to say it spent a lot of time on the charger.

That leads me to my first foray into the modern era of cell phones. I didn't wait to buy one that was already outdated, I jumped into the fray at near the top of the business. Two years ago I bought an I-Phone G3 and paid dearly for the phone and almost $100 a month for a few months. AT&T wanted to cut down the usage on their towers and offered a slightly lower data plan and it only cost me $70.00 for the last 18 months. All that ends today. I am going to call AT&T and cancel that plan this morning.

Why? Because no matter how durable the I-Phone and a rubber case is, it won't stand up to smushing by the standard automobile tire and being a cheapskate, I didn't insure it. I got two years of service out of it and now time to move on.

I am sure that somewhere out in the distance, the phones will get cheaper and I will move on down that road but in the meantime I think a smaller bill is in order. There is one with a 1,000 minutes and 40 texts and morre web searching time than I had for about $45 per month. We'll see what is in store for us when Barb and I got to Wally World in a while.

See Ya,

MUD

New Years Stuff

2011-12-31T11:32:00.001-05:00

Someone posted 30 things they said we should not do to ourselves for New years. I think that's way too many things. Here is my list of what to do:

You are your own source of happiness. If you aren't happy, get up off your butt and do something. No, posting your "wahhhh" on Facebook ain't it.
What ever your job is, do your best. It isn't hard to compete for promotion with a bunch of people that spend half their time on line and the other half finding excuses for not getting things done. Build a schedule and follow it. Have things done when you say you will have it done. Working late now and then is good practice.
Keep your education going. Read a book, journals or just talk to people in the field that you are interested in. No, not BS, but aske them what works for them and then listen.
Write down on your hand that income must be equal to or greater than outgo. Get a second job or stop spending if you find month left at the end of your money.
Brush, floss and see your dentist at least once a year. Twice ain't bad. Do an annual physical "annually" DUH!
If you are an introvert, find some alone time. If you are an extrovert, get out and meet people.
Stop spending your time reading 30 things not to do and do the right things first and in the oprder of how important ther are to you. If in doubt, make a list and start putting it in order.

MUD

WEB Griffin

2011-12-28T09:58:00.000-05:00

Instead of waiting for the book to get to the library, I bought a copy of his latest book. It is co-written with William E. Butterworth IV. Yes, if you are familiar with his books the WEB in the author's name is William E. Butterworth and I'm not sure if he is Junior, the II or the III. I find that the books that are written with his son just seem to lack the character development from his earlier books. The theme is familiar in a lot of works, he writes from the point of view of a rich smart and talented hero and in most cases while he may lose a battle now and then, in the long haul wins the wars. I don't know why I love pure fantasy but I do. Did I mention that he also gets the girl? A Lot!

The really good news is that WEB Griffin gets done is his works about 250 pages less than Clancy. I can read his books in a couple of days where Clancy can spin a tale on for lots more pages and it takes all week for me to finish. Both writers have characters that move on through the books and are fairly easy to follow. I happen to have most of the Griffin books and not so many Clancy books.

I see our friends from Morocco are in Spain again for Christmas. I think it would be fun to meet them there and see Spain from the eyes of the girls. I'm pretty sure that Gerald is filling up on the ham he doesn't get in Morocco. I would love to eat a sea food paella the way I see them made on the cooking shows. (Just so you know, I really struggled with the spell checker to spell paella. I had to go out to the web and look up Spanish cooking to find out how to get even close to the right way to spell it) I always loved my mother's answer to the age old question "What is this?" She would tell us, "I cooked it, I don't have to name it!"

My niece Jennifer wrote that she was on a plane sitting beside Danny Manning and an NBA Referee. She said she loved to listen to them talk Basketball. Who wouldn't? I am sure that most of the members of our family would have paid to listen to that discussion. I don't know what KU is paying Danny Manning to be an assistant coach but it can't be enough. His work with the Morris Twins was remarkable. They were just a couple of tall guys as freshmen and they were men amongst men by their Junior year.

Speaking of Basketball, I watched the Miami Heat play the Boston Celtics and Mario Chalmers played until he made four mistakes in a row. They pulled him and put in a guard that just took over and hit key baskets when they were needed. Super Mario needs to watch his back and get better fast or he will be setting on the bench for the rest of his season.

OH Well, better run. Read that my Barber is down to his last week cutting hair. He is going to retire at the end of the year and man will I miss him.

MUD

Christmas Past

2011-12-26T10:14:00.000-05:00

This morning I woke up with the house quiet after a full day of people, fun and gifts. It did seem that everyone got what they wanted for Christmas and other than burning the garlic mashed potatoes, the meal went off as planned. I swear I am going to get some serving dishes for the next big meal. I guess I forgot how quickly the taters, or spuds burn when you add a few touches. Oh well.

The first Christmas memory I have is going outside on Christmas eve and wondering how Santa could deliver packages without snow. More years than not, we didn't have snow in Wichita until after Christmas. I can remember pestering Mom and Dad a lot and they would often let us open one package on Christmas eve. The next morning it chaos as we opened the rest of the packages and the rest of the day would be spent playing with the new gifts and friends. There was almost always a big dinner wherever we were and everyone would take an afternoon nap.

Christmas 1968 was spent in Vietnam and we sat up and played cards in case the Vietnamese failed to honor the cease fire. My sister sent me a quart of scotch in a flask that has a cleaning product label on it. I filled a canteen with scotch and water and drank it sitting there playing Rook. By Christmas., I had been on R&R to meet Barb and soon was to go meet her again in Hawaii. I had about three months left on my tour and the thing i wanted for Christmas was me out of Vietnam and home.

Thanksgiving was spent out in the Il Drang valley north west of Pleiku on and operation that was to last about three days. It really lasted about three weeks and I managed to get scheduled for an in country leave because of it. After New years eve, I went to the R&R Center and asked how I could change the in country R&R to a visit to Hawaii. The clerk at the desk said all I needed was a slight change on the orders. He offered a typewriter and some white out and the use of a copy machine. I didn't think about having a telegram delivered to Barb in San Diego. I didn't have a phone so all I could do was sent a telegram to have her meet me.

Some of the most memorable gifts I got for Christmas over the years was my first BB Gun, a new race bike and approval to bring home Rex my companion for many years. Rex lasted the longest. He was a Manchester Terrier and his brindle color didn't make him much to look at. He did have the heart of a lion and a brain the size of a peanut. He thought he was a big as any dog and he got chewed up many times because of it. I'm sure that the vet loved that we supported him as much as we did. He loved me and I loved him.

Most of all, Christmas has always meant spending time with family/ I'm pretty sure that one reason we have a big old living room and dinning room is to display the biggest tree we can find and to host as many of the family as can come over. 10 of us opening presents filled the living room with excitement and wrapping paper. It looked like the group got what they wanted and lots of KU gear showed up. I think there were a couple of the KU vs K-State tickets also were shared. I think we will spend New year's Eve at a game and then the 4th of January, Dave and I will take Kyler and Austen to the big game. I watched K-State play in the Hawaii Classic last night and they are pretty good. It will be a good game no matter what.

OH well, Have a Nappy new hear or Happy New Year out there.

MUD

Don't Start a Clancy Book right now

2011-12-23T08:58:00.000-05:00

A few days back, Barb picked up a book for me at the library. It is the new Tom Clancy book, "LOCKED ON" I really want to finish the book, but it seems that every time I sit down to read, something needs done or I fall asleep. I guess I need to flash to the end and be satisfied if the good guys win and the bad guys loose.

Yesterday, the KU Men's Basketball team played a USC team that stunk up the joint. in 20 minutes of basketball they scored 13 points. They tried to speed up the game and threw the ball away 12 times. Thankfully KU wasn't having their best game either or it would have been a run a way. As it was, the Hawks got it together in the second half and made a game out of it. The Big 12 (minus a couple) might get a new champ this year. I am sure that Baylor, K-State and Missouri would love that. Especially Missouri would love to hang a banner their last year in the Big 12 (-). Oh well, it is only a game and there is always a next year.

Last night we invited Mel's mom and her nephew over for pizza. We had a ball. Zander is such a fun little guy with a whole heart full of fun. I would love to keep him here just to make us smile. Barb bought him a little Tonka truck that flips and spins and it was so great to see him smile and laugh. When the battery ran down, Zander got to get out a toy box full of Lego's and Transformers. Not a dull moment here.

I had been having problems with the lights on the Crown Vic and a dealership told me that it was probably a $500.00 module in the system. Thank god it was a $80 dollar switch. I bought a repair manual and found out that all I needed to do was pry the face plate out of the dash and the switch came with it. About 3 minutes to plug in the wires and it was all good. Now I will keep an eye on it to make sure it stays fixed. I hadn't driven it much at night and it was a surprise when it quit.

Oh well, I hope you all have a great Christmas and a happy new year.

MUD

Life

2011-12-19T10:10:00.000-05:00

If I had to die tomorrow, I'd try to duplicate this Saturday today. Our family gathering was so much fun for me that I'd take it anytime. We did miss my mother's being there but the rest of us had a ball. I have to think that there was a lot more planning and doing by Barb than I was aware of. All through the White Elephant Gift exchange Barbara was directing people to not take this one package and I really didn't know why until it was Jenn's turn. She made sure that Jenn got our package and then I remembered why. Jenn is a brand new Captain in the Kansas City Fire Department and the T-Shirt inside the package said "Call Me Captain". Between Barb and Jenn, they were pushing this cheesecake hard to everyone. I found out why when the winner of the best food item at our dinner was Amanda, the cheese cake maker. Along with our traveling trophy, Barb gave her four tickets to see KU play in the Sprint Center tonight. I'm sure she will have no trouble finding three more people to with her.

As soon as I get my act together this morning, i am going to drive south at least as far south as OK City. I am going to pick up our 'Nother daughter Mel and bring her home Wednesday. We will be blessed with a two week long visit and the holiday will ring with laughter.

We found out that our Nephew, Bob, will be the father of a baby girl in February. We all were surprised at the news and hope they will be as proud parents as we will be proud relatives. Bob's sister said she had lunch with Bob's wife last month and Julia had worn her coat during the meal. She didn't even notice. For some reason little children just mean Christmas to me. I think it is the wonderment they display every day is what I love about Christmas.

On Sunday morning, my brother, his daughter Becky, her friend Bill and Back's daughter Kristin and I went to visit Mom's grave here in Topeka. Beck had put together the funeral for Mom in Tulsa, but none of them had been to see the grave here in Topeka. It was a beautiful morning and everything looked great. Mom and dad are buried in a double stack vault and Mom got the top bunk.

Oh well, better get going and get my show on the road.

MUD

Peace in Iraq?

2011-12-14T12:45:00.000-05:00

About 9 years ago, I asked the question? "What will peace look like in Iraq if it takes a strong man like Saddam to maintain peace?" I wondered if this was another attempt to bring about peace through war. As for Afghanistan, they have had so many wars fought there that they must think that war is the normal state of things. There is a list of places that we have been unable to bring peace but we have been able to bring war.

For all those young men and women that have served, I echo the POTUS remark, "Welcome Home"

MUD

Acumulatin' Crap

2011-12-14T10:59:00.000-05:00

As I look around my computer station, I can see that I have been way too busy accumulating the baggage of life. My dad always said that he wanted to build a house with no flat surfaces to pile anything. He also wanted it to be made with a ceramic tile surface and have a fire hose and a drain in every room. Kind of like the cages in the zoo. Everything slopes towards the drain and you can sweep it clean with a fire hose. he had a vivid mind but no follow through. I remember the time he disassembled an organ in the back room and there were pieces on the floor for at least a year.

The weatherman said this is going to be a really unusual day here in the Heartland. It will be cloudy, rainy . breezy and the temperatures is to get into the low 60's. We can always use the rain but 60 in December? The birds haven't slowed down their eating at the feed station one bit. In fact, one of the woodpeckers completely pecked apart one of the suet blocks and the ground feeders haven't cleaned up the mess - yet. Somewhere there is a woodpecker pecking at the house again. His thumping on the siding really doesn't bother me too bad. If you build a house in the woods, you have to expect critters to think it belongs to them.

I think I have mentioned that I have to establish a defense in depth against the mice every fall. There is a mouse trap with a big paddle lever that I have found works about as good as anything. Seems like the mice kind of lean on the wall when they move about in the dark. I put the traps along the wall and I have knocked off the population at least one a day for a couple of weeks now. It doesn't seem to matter if I smear the lever with peanut butter or not. Now if I could just find a trap that works on the squirrels as well. I just heard the pitter patter of a good squirrel chase going on up on the deck and then a thud. One of them jumped off the deck and fell about 12 feet to the ground. He didn't stick around to nurse his wounds so he must be somewhat OK.

Barb just appeared from the bed room and I said good morning. I should say I croaked "good morning" as it seems I have little voice today. When there is no one to talk to, you don't realize your voice is gone. Inside my mind I sound the same, in reality it is the problem. Oh well. Barb wouldn't take orders to day anyway.

MUD

'Nother Rainy Day in Kansas

2011-12-13T10:05:00.000-05:00

The real cold air just went north of us again and we are just getting rain today. It is damp, cloudy and breezy so not a great day to be outside. Knowing that any thing we have to do outside will be in the car, takes the edge off and won't deter us from dashing out to do what preChristmas business Barb needs done.

Have I mentioned that I am a sports fan? Not as much as my dad was, but I love to watch college basketball and thrill when games are close and teams put out their best to win. I hate to see teams breakdown into a fistfight near the end and never feel bad when a team does its best and loses. I wonder how much press Denver would be getting if they were as close to losing as they have been winning. Tim Tebow can give all the credit to the Lord as he wants, it is his defensive line that is keeping him alive on the field.

It is pretty clear to me why the KC Football owners canned the coach. That is a team filled with great players that completely broke down in the second half and the game turned ugly. The coach was clearly not in charge and the Offensive Coach had no game plan that his team could even understand let alone execute. To me, it is pretty simple - Make a simple plan and execute it as well as you can. The poorest plan well executed is better than a complicated plan not executed. Find their weakness and attack there. Establish a running game early and work towards passes. I loved it when Refrigerator Perry was handed the ball and told to run into the end zone. KC was at its best when Christian Okoyee would be given the ball and run as far as he could. Generally it was with three or four players hanging on for dear life.

Every year in December, USAA sends us a check for a part of not having any accidents in the year. Then, in the mail the next day is a bill for our yearly insurance. Seems like they should just cross level the two and cut the postage. The good news is that the check goes in the pocket for Christmas, the bad news is we still have to write them a check.    The really bad news is that our Taxes are due this week, again the good news is we have the money to pay them.

I guess that life is like that for a lot of people. The good news for us is that when we go out we generally have enough money to pay cash for everything. I saw a guy buy a bottle of water at the last KU game and he had to use his debit card. Yes, it was $4.00 but if I didn't have $4.00 I sure as hell would go by the ATM. Oh well...

Catch you on the flip flop. Going to Austin TX next week to bring our 'nother daughter to Kansas. She has surgery on her foot and can't drive and I have nothing better to do. The really great news is that I will get Barbara to go with me on the return trip and we'll get to spend some time in Southern Texas staying warm and taking pictures.

MUD

Duality of Life

2011-12-12T10:25:00.000-05:00

Every once in a while I will feel bored and just feel the need to get out and do something. I think back and remember that when I was working, I could hardly wait for the time I "Had to do nothing." When we were young, we lacked money to do all the things we wanted to do, and now we lack the energy to do all the things we need to do. We had to travel in our car because we could not afford to fly when we were young and now we hate the hassle of airports and crowded airplanes. Yep, you guessed it, the pre Christmas season is upon me. I could hardly wait for it to arrive as a kid and now it is, "Christmas again?"

The good news is that I can read a book for now and when it is time to get out and "Blow the Stink Off" I know that Barb had a package or two that needs to go to the post office.

Oh well, Oh Well, My Lottery Tickets didn't win. I am some poor sucker without a grin. (Sing that to the tune of Noel) Power Ball, scratch offs, Magic Millionaire and more, all cry out for my money at the store. I'll stand in line and cry for more. Oh well, Oh well, Life's a ball, we can't all win or deck the hall. etc...

MUD

Advice for Politicians

2011-12-11T12:05:00.000-05:00

The problem most people running for office have is they try to say too much about too much. For Example:

Mr. candidate how do you feel about Roe Vs Wade? "Let me say that as a person, I think Abortion is not the way I want Birth Control done. Given my free will, I would not insert the Federal Government into the decision between a woman and her Doctor. As a candidate for (insert the proper Office here) I will completely support the laws of the United States where Roe Vs Wade is the current Law of the Land."
What do you think about President Obama's Appointments to the US Supreme Court? "I will appoint people that will clearly look at the law and vote the way they interpret the Law. I will pick the smartest person I can find to that position. President Obama selected his candidates for the office like every President before him has. His selections should have been no surprise to anyone who was paying attention."
Here is one that I no longer have to answer. This is what I said years ago. What do you think about Gays in the Military? "I personally have served with a gay in the Military. He was one of the most hard working soldiers I knew. He was discharged from the Army and did not go to Vietnam with the rest of my unit. Most of the young soldiers today went to school and worked with gays and I feel confident that they are a lot more understanding than my generation was. With that said, the decision about gays in the Military is made at levels much higher than mine and I will continue to obey the orders of those appointed over me."

The point here is to make sure that candidates know that they need to have an opinion about something or go back to their commercial. making stuff up is what gets Rick Perry in trouble. Newt has a lot of experience in Washington and can come up with the slick answers for a lot of things. The problem is he clearly would take money from Freddie Mac and Fannie May and then feel like he can bad mouth their activities. I don't trust him to make the kind of decisions I want the President to make.

If asked to describe myself, my advertisement would go something like this - "I am a citizen of the finest Country in the World. I was born in the Heartland of Kansas and given the opportunity to attend some of the finest schools. My parents were children of the Depression and instilled in their children that an education, hard work, and positive attitude will take you as far as you can go. There have been times that I did some stupid things with what I was given but I worked hard to make my career in the Military the best I could. The end result is standing before you today. I believe that your family is the best gift you can ever be given and have tried to be there for my wife and son. No one can ever believe in the same things as everyone else does. What I hope to do is to serve in the office of (_______) and to do the best I can do.
I think I have clearly demonstrated the art of leadership in my life and I will appoint the best people I can find for any position I can. I will listen to the advice of others and do my best to find a consensus of those around me. In the bottom line, I will do my best and be accountable for the results."

Sounds way too easy but that's the way I would roll that ball.

MUD

What'ch Mean?

2011-12-10T11:12:00.000-05:00

I am tired of all the politically correct pussyfooting going on! As we get into the Presidential Election Season, there is more obfuscation going on than I could imagine possible. How can we say it? The Congress of the United States has an approval rating of less than 10% and the president is just above 43%. Perhaps we should pull an Italy and run them all out of town. Lets declare it "Circus Over" and bring in a whole new bunch of clowns.

The paper said this morning that the Department of defense got less than a 1% increase in their budget this year. (Excluding War Spending) I wonder how you can separate out "War Spending" as a line item in that bloated budget. If an air crew flies into Afghanistan, how much of the fuel, pay and cost of maintenance can you deduct? Seems like an accounting nightmare to me. If the Hospitals in Germany are taking of wounded soldiers, how much of that cost can be written off to War?

I listened to criticism of Ron Paul the other day and kind of wish more people were aware of what he said. He said that after 9/11 the Administration beat the drums of War and used that as an excuse to invade Iraq and Afghanistan. He said that the current Administration is beating the drums over Iran and we will soon be in a War with them.   Am I the only person that has watched what our country has been doing for the last half of a Century?    Any time an administration has been in trouble, they have used some Military Mission to try to bring us together so we don't pay real attention to the problems here at home.

I am convinced that many of you are just so tired of the rhetoric that you don't pay attention as much anymore. A lot of the inconsistency in my blog may be the result of that same affliction.

To me, the President listed the symptoms in his speech in Osawatomie. We have way too many people out of work and our money isn't worth much on the global market. What he didn't say was the reason why we are where we are. Our Congress played with the rules form one administration to another and we either over regulated of ignored the problems depending on who was in Charge. The democrats try to overdo and bring the lower class into the middle class and the republicans seem to be on a track to lower the middle class to a level where the poor are now the middle class.

I read an article that said the High Speed train was no longer on the table. Did you see where the train was going to run? From LA to Las Vegas. Now if that isn't just a sad event, I don't know what is. The people of LA have been saved from rushing to Vegas and spending their hard earned money gambling. The mecca for greed and gambling is just going to have to fend for its self. The last time I was in Vegas, the place was packed with people trying to give their money away. We all know that the casinos are built with money the winners took home. I wonder if they could pay their bills if they turned off the lights on Tuesday and Wednesday. You know, shut the place down a couple of days a week and save.

Oh well, I guess I buy Lottery Tickets for the same reason. Does that make me a part of the problem of just another solution not working on the answers?

MUD

Friday?

2011-12-09T10:11:00.000-05:00

We missed the snow by a couple of hundred miles to the north and I for one am not one bit disappointed. As a matter of fact, a small snow squall also went south of us earlier and it didn't make me mad either. We had a nice rain a week or so back and that's good enough for me.

The Jay Hawks hired a new football coach and by his record appears to be a ping pong ball kind of guy that has bounced all over the place. He seems to have a good record one year and then a crappy one the next. His Notre Dame team lost to one of the Academy teams for the first time in 40 some years and then went to a bowl the next. (or last, I forget) Oh well, on with the basketball season and Ohio State on Saturday.

Yesterday, I baked some chicken breasts and was all set for some great chicken and noodles for supper. It was filling but not as good as I expected. Either I am losing my touch as a cook or my taste as a consumer of good food. For the sauce I took some of the garlic butter drippings from the pan and made a gravy. It tasted great when I made it but lost something on the noodles. Oh well, I didn't go away hungry or mad. I also didn't win the lottery this week but I did remember to get the trash cans out yesterday.

What's it like for you when you get in a rut? I'm sure the rut I'm in is of my own making and a lot of people would love to be in such a good place. It just seems to be kind of blah right now and I need to find my muse to do better. At least I am not overcome with sadness or anything like that. Yesterday's Facebook was just covered with people overcome with sadness. Not sure why, it just was.

The race for the GOP nominee for POTUS has heated up to a walk (as opposed to a race) between Mitt and Newt. Do you suppose these guys have decided to throw the election because they fear worse things for the economy? At least the President showed "Hopey" Change in Osawatomie last week. Or at least his speech writers did. Near as I could tell the teleprompter worked and he managed to stay on message. I guess when only a small percentage of people really care to get out and vote, he is as good as we can expect. At least we are not being forced to listen to an ultra conservative's message this year.

Oh well, enough of this, moving on even if it is not smartly.

MUD

Sunny and Cold

2011-12-08T10:34:00.000-05:00

Yesterday it got almost nice outside and today it is going to snow. Not that it makes a lot of difference to us, but the weatherman says get ready for a small accumulation of the white stuff.

I think it is interesting that the newspaper is talking about the potential hire for a new KU football coach like it has never happened before. The choices are: A guy brand new to college coaching, a failed coach like the one we just lost, A coach that was fired for some wrongdoing, or some one that will want more millions of dollars that anyone should pay. Duh, it ain't rocket science, it is the act of hiring a football coach. There are a bunch of us that were happy with Turner Gill and i for one want him to come back and earn the rest of his 7 million we are going to pay him. If Nebraska has been happy with never winning a NCAA Tournament game, we should be happy to have Turner Gill only win two football games this year.

Speaking of coaches, how long will KU have Danny Manning to hold dear in Kansas. There was some talk that Danny was staying in Lawrence until his daughter graduated from High School last year. I know that he is a great Big Man coach and has to be worth a recruit or two for the team. Oh well, we will keep him as long as he will stay. I noticed that the Topeka and KU player, Mark Turgeon is coaching at Oklahoma. If Bill Self were to leave, I would hope that Mark will be in the hunt for a new coach. He is a fine young man and we love him as a person and coach.

Barb is upstairs watching Martha this morning. For some reason they are making sausage. Barb doesn't eat the stuff and sure as heck wouldn't make it. Oh well, I buy Lottery Tickets and probably won't win so I guess we are even.

MUD

'Nother Daughter

2011-12-07T11:28:00.000-05:00

I am sure that you have read from time to time that our son, David, married a Barbara and she too became Barbara Petty. She became Barbara Jr when Barbara Sr signed us up for a "Walk Across Kansas." She is in fact our Daughter by 'nother mother.   Her best friend is Mel who lives in Austin, TX. She has become our 'Nother Daughter. Mel was going to run in a marathon and her Achilles Tendon popped. She is undergoing surgery this Friday and in about 10 days after that I'm going to drive down and pick her up. Her family and friends are here in Topeka and the thought of having our 'nother Daughter spending the holidays alone just didn't set right with us.

I am looking forward to a short road trip to bring her up and then a slightly longer trip to take her home. I am sure that the promise of a few days in a warmer place in January will coax Barbara to come with me. I wouldn't mind a side trip San Antonio one bit. There is a La Quinta Inn right near the Mercado and that is a fun place to visit. They have duplicated the shops you would see in most towns just south of the border. The food there is the best. This trip I'm going to try the El Carbon restaurant and try some goat. I have not done that in the past but I'm is a much more adventurous place now. There is also the promise of good places for "Have Camera Will Travel" to go.

I listened to the President's speech from Osawatomie, KS yesterday. It was clear from the start that he has a clear understanding of the problem. I think it is the solution that eludes him. he talked about the problem of large student loan debts and then said that more of the young need to get a College Education. Duh! we all know that the unemployment rate for college Graduates is half of the non graduates. It should be obvious that their pay should be at least twice as much as the non high school graduates. Hos do you pay back a loan of $60-$100,000 making twice the minimum wage?    There was one glaring error to me. He said that under Bill Clinton the deficit was zero. No, under Clinton, the National debt did not increase as the budget was balanced and the projections and income were equal. Not one penny of the Debt was paid. If we spent everything we made and didn't pay our debts off, we would be in Bankruptcy and that's exactly where we are.

Dave Ramsey says that the first step to fixing what's broke is to specify a budget. So far the Congress has not been able to pass one they could live with. I think there needs to be a sunset law that states, "Any Congress that doesn't pass a Budget is recalled and a new one elected."   I am pretty sure that a couple of iterations of that step and Congress would get the message. The next step would be that, Any Congress that spend more than the income without a special vote of the people would be recalled. The final step would involve some reduction of the National debt with a provision that gives the equation about spending being less than income.

Oh well, life here at Rabbit Run is fun. Got to go to Lawrence and watch the Hawks play a good Long Beach State team. I was wondering if the referees would escape Lawrence there for a while. One of the players from LBS hit our center in the nose and as he fell, they called a foul on him for the guy he fell on. The referees called the game pretty close for a while after that and the fans were shouting Bull Shit quite a bit.

Have a great day out there.

MUD

Good Old days

2011-12-05T13:20:00.000-05:00

Today as i was shifting boxes around to put the old decorations back out of the way, I found a Boy's Life Magazine that was David's. It reminded me that I would win a bet about once a month back in the 60's that my cousin was in Boy's life. My uncle advertised his unicycles in there and it was a hoot.

As advertised in the Boy's Life Mag in the 60's.

The boy riding on the unicycle is my cousin Jim Petty.

MUD

Listen Up!

2011-12-04T11:39:00.000-05:00

OK! all you turkey's, all of you that read my latest blog and believe that just because I had a good idea men don't want a great Christmas present:

Here is what I wanted for Christmas.

Dave gave me one of these about a year ago and I used it all the time. It is a lock back knife with a box cutter on one end and a knife blade on the other. It was the handiest tool in my kit. I lost it and hunted several places to find one. Finally I gave up and asked Dave where he bought his -O' Reilly Automotive was the answer. It was in the tool section and about $20.00. A bargain at twice the price. I now have one so Barb, never mind.

MUD

Blinding Flash of the Obvious (BFO)

2011-12-04T10:55:00.000-05:00

Is it time for us to refocus Christmas a different direction?   I am willing to bet that there are all kinds of people that are going to purchase things that are unnecessary and a lot of things that are unneeded. If you are a christian, the holiday should be on a refocus of your faith. For those that don't swing that way, it is time to refocus on family and friends.

The first reason I say this, is that we have so over commercialized the holiday to the point that we are almost made to spend money that we all should be saving. I loved my mother's motto. For years she would say ,"If I can't eat it or wear it, I don't need it!" If you had been there to clean out her house the last time she moved, you would have understood. I hate to think what it would be like if I were gone today. I'm sure there is at least a trash truck of junk here we don't need.

I think that our last trip out west was one of the most memorable because of family. We just visited most of the time but the last two nights were the icing on the cake. getting together in Twin Falls with Jerry's family and of course Mom and dad, was so great. We got to see Jaden and Tracy the day before and Greg and family that day. During the trip I got to visit with Kenny and Grissy and the last night we were in Boise we got all his kids together for a giant Pizza party. Right as the party was ending, Ken called and I passed my cell phone to his kids and they all got to visit with him. To see the smiles there was so great.

To me, our Petty Party on the 17th will be the event of the year. It has been a dang good year and I hope my smile is out there for everyone to see.

MUD

Tree is Up

2011-12-02T11:42:00.000-05:00

MUD and Brother Rick

Must be a sign of my age when I have to ask our son to come over to help put up a tree. Yes, it was a 10-12 footer but dang, I could muscle one of those up by myself in the past. It doesn't help that for some reason I am kind of dizzy this week. I am pretty sure that it is an inner ear thing because my allergies are all up in arms. I went into the kitchen this morning and saw the light over the stove was not working and when I leaned back and reached up the world tried to spin in the opposite direction. The good news is that I was leaning on the island and that saved me from a trip to the floor. (and perhaps a trip to the Hospital)

It was a family tradition that when my parents were alive, the Petty kids would try to get together the weekend prior to Christmas. That would allow those that needed to go to in-laws houses to be free for Christmas. This is one tradition that I hope we can keep now that Mom is gone. It is an open invitation to all the grand kids and many try to get here. The family saying my Mom used, "If you can't come, we'll miss you."

Mom and Mel at Mel's Wedding

Our Christmas tradition is to have everyone bring a soup, salad or pies. We will eat and then have a White Elephant gift exchange. That is one of the funniest things to do. I think this year I will pass out playing cards and we will then get to pick in random order. If you see something opened up earlier, you can take that gift and let them re choose a gift. The last person has their pick of the entire lot. One of the funniest was a bottle of wine that was chosen by the teen age Craig boys and taken away by several others. I guess the "Titty" cup has been removed from the annual festivities. I think a can of spaghetti-O's disguised as fish assholes may re-appear but who knows.

I think Barb Jr will bring her nephews over this weekend some time to help decorate the tree. Da Barb's have selected a color theme for Christmas. It would not surprise me that somehow the Jay hawk colors will wind their way into the mix. There are some tickets for a late December game that may work their way into the gift pile. For the first time in a long time, I got a message from KU Athletics that there are individual game tickets still available. The even have a few of the KU vs K-State game. We have promised those to Barb's nephews even though it is a school night.

Better run, I hear steps up stairs and that means that Barbara is up there and thinking of things to do.

MUD

December is near

2011-11-30T10:50:00.000-05:00

I watched the weatherman last night and he said that winter weather is on its way for the Heartland. It will be 50 and windy today, which is always a sign that a front is headed our way. He even mentioned that 4 letter word (Snow) for this weekend. Dang, I hate it when that happens. The good news is that it probably will not last long. The ground is getting colder because of the below freezing at nights now so it won't melt as fast as it hits the ground.

With 50 degrees outside today, I'll finally go out and pick up all the hoses. I think I'll put them in my utility trailer this year and see if that works out. Last year I put them in the garage in the attic and it was a major pain to get them down. Oh well, when I get that done there will be leaves to rake and final trimming on the grass around the place. Gotta make it all look nice.

I replaced a front tire on the truck about a month ago and I noticed that just today it is almost flat. The good news is that I have a compressor and can air it up here at home. Barb mentioned that she thought her tires felt mushy also. I guess that a little maintenance on the cars won't hurt either. I am pretty sure the antifreeze in the Ford and the Truck is way good enough but as much water as we added to the Buick better check it.

I used the last of the garlic smashed potatoes in my potato pancakes this morning. I generally cook a few strips of bacon and then cook the pancakes in bacon grease. Yep, I know it is bad for my heart but a lot of people think I'm a heartless SOB so I'll play it loose until I clutch my right arm and/or die.

I Got my son Dave to pick up a solid state hard drive for my computer. When he opened up the case to install it, he found that there was a second bay and he didn't have to remove the old hard drive. With the magic of software, he had the new one clone the old one and I am back in business twice as fast. My next test is to see how long my battery life is with the new set up. I have moved all my old pictures to my external drive and all the new one's will go on the old drive for a while. Some time next year I'll start moving 2011 pictures over to the external drive as back up.

Better get moving, I hear dishes being rattled upstairs as barb cleans up my mess in the kitchen. Wouldn't want her to think I am not gainfully occupied. She is real good at finding things for me to do when she thinks I'm not pulling my considerable weight.

MUD

Starting the Day

2011-11-29T10:12:00.001-05:00

I don't know what you do to start your day, but I can pretty much tell you what I expect each day to start like. There is the mandatory trip to the bathroom and then a trip out to get the paper. This trip is either preceded by or followed by a trip to the coffee pot. I read the paper from the front page to the back with the funny papers near the last thing I read. Breakfast is a cup of coffee and whatever. If I was in a restaurant, it would be two eggs over medium, hash browns, ham and toast. Juice is optional. Pretty darned simple and I know it is a rut but it is like my shoes, I love comfortable.

When I worked, the dress code was a mandatory uniform. Green, green, optional sweater and black shoes. Pretty simple and yet a lot like every day for most of 25 years. I showed up and tried to make each day count for something. The real break over for me was when I found that what my subordinates did was more important than what I did. It is easy to spend time tied to the desk but I found that getting up off my duff and visiting at least one person during each break period was needed. Kind of like getting a kiss from your mother. You may not know why you need it, but I liked it.

My life was like the same as much as I could make it for a lot of years. My wife, Barbara, helped me set the path to achieve our common goals and provided a lot of entertainment along the way. It was pretty clear that where we are is a direct result of her hard work and encouragement. If I for some stupid reason ever find fault for the daily life, all I need to do is remember that I worked darned hard to get here so I should just sit back and enjoy.

The other day, I commented to Barb that I was a little bored and I loved the feeling of being in my own home and bored. After our busy travel schedule this fall it is nice to be home and bored.

MUD

Negativity in the Holiday Season

2011-11-27T10:59:00.000-05:00

It doesn't make me happy when the news of the day makes me mad. I supported Senator Brownback for Governor and he has turned into my worst nightmare since he was elected. I think Governments need to have goals for schools, but not mandates. It may be only anecdotal that the best students are good in art and music but I haven't found anyone that says that no music or art will bring up the poorest students. No child left behind is a great goal and we should try to fund it but not punish the students that can't get there for whatever reason.

This past week a student that was on a field trip to Topeka "Tweeted" that she didn't like Governor Brownback and what he stood for. One of Brownback staffers intercepted the tweet and they demanded an apology from the student. Somewhere there is a village without their idiot. The founders of our country made sure that we had free speech so we could have an honest exchange about our leaders. This type of discussion might lead to a new Governor next time, but unlike many other countries it won't lead to the overthrow of the government because the people can't be heard. I don't like the ACLU for the most part, but I will send them money if the student gets suspended or damaged in any way by the school system. We send our students to school so they can develop many diverse opinions and speak the clearly.

As I have said many times, I hate Fred Phelps and his Westborough Baptist church's pickets. Many of you have said there must be a way to stop him. I absolutely will not even think about taking one iota of his freedom away because I don't agree with his message. I hate the Occupy Wall Street movement but again, if they want to sleep in the park to get us to listen to their message, it beats the hell out of armed insurrection to get their message across. It is the very foundation of out country that allows us to stand on the corner and tell people that we don't agree. I for one want to keep my free speech, freedom of religion, right to bear arms, freedom of the press and the many other things guaranteed by the Bill of Rights.

The one thing that makes me really sad is that the Newspapers and Major News organizations are losing their markets. When they start making stuff up and shaping the news so it fits their agendas, they will fail. If you cannot find truth in the news, you will find you own truth elsewhere. It distresses me that the bloggers and tweeters are gaining in popularity and are about equal with the papers for their trustworthiness. If you repeat crap long enough and loud enough people can start to believe. Barbara said that an instructor told her one time that students need to have a built in crap detector. I think we all need to tune our antenna to the truth and build up an immunity to the crap.

I use the word crap because that's what Harry Truman did. One time a lady said to Bess that she had to get Harry to stop saying crap after the word "Bull". Bess was quick to point out that it took her the better part of 20 years to get him to use crap. I call BS on a lot of what is happening today.

MUD

Thanksgivings Past

2011-11-26T11:55:00.000-05:00

The worst Thanksgiving for me was 1968. I was a forward Observer out with a Mountaingnard Company in the Au Shau valley north west of Pleiku. It was a long way from any other American unit and I was sent out with a radio that didn't work. When I got to the unit, I had been told it was a three day operation and it turned out to be a three week operation. I had to resupply myself with the Indigenous LRRP (Long range Recon Patrol) ration that was basically instant rice. I did manage to keep one small C-ration Turkey meal and that was the meal I ate, Turkey and instant rice at room temperature. It beat going hungry but not by much. When I got back to base camp, it was all the signal officer could do to keep me from killing his assistant that gave me that bad radio. I did insist he got a letter of reprimand for his negligence. I found a tag inside the battery case that basically said the radio was a 15 lb paperweight.

The best Thanksgiving has always been any one that had family involved. One year I went with my niece Janet to visit her daughter Amy in Alabama and it was a great time with a lot of new things to eat. In addition to a deep fat fried turkey, everything else was a casserole. Their tradition is to bake as many of the side dishes as they can. I made my favorite Garlic mashed potatoes and and they loved them. I always make too much and have potato pancakes the next day. Take a cup of planned over (I always plan a little extra not left overs) potatoes, a cup of flour, a teaspoon of Baking powder one egg and enough milk to make them batter like. Cook them in a non stick pan with a little oil. I eat mine without syrup but am not a snob if you like them that way.

This year I smoked a turkey on Wednesday and then finished it in the oven Thursday. We had Dave and his wife Barbara over and had a nice laugh filled Thanksgiving. I only mildly over ate this year and we still have a bunch of turkey left for enchiladas. i think Dave asks for a smoked turkey just so there will be enough for a big batch of enchiladas. Either today or tomorrow I will whip up the best I can make.

I will always miss having my mother over for Thanksgiving. She always told stories and we would laugh for hours. It was always the beginning of the family season and soon the family would all be together for the Petty Family party. This year, It will be here at Rabbit Run on the 17th of December. Everyone will bring their favorite soup and the traveling trophy will be awarded for the best. Jennifer will bring a salad and Barb will make her best rolls and we will provide the drinks. We plan on a 1 PM start time but everyone is invited to come early and stay late as you want. I know Carie and Dan have an office party that evening and there are always those that hate to drive after dark. Weather permitting I have a hint that Rick from Oklahoma will be here. I sure hope he manages to bring Kristin, Kristy and Ethan.

In the Petty family we have a tradition of the saying a party is a party and if you can't come, we will miss you. Those that can't be with us just will miss as many smiles as we can manage. The second saying is that if you go home hungry from one of our meals, it is because you wanted to.

May your holiday season start soon and go long.

MUD

Lost Blogs

2011-11-22T11:15:00.000-05:00

For some reason unknown to me, when I try to update my blog on the road I manage to lose one or two each trip. For that reason, I have about given up on trying to get one written and for it to stay in the computer when we travel. We were on the road for a week to visit Barb's family in Idaho. It was a great trip and we did get to see most of the family. What makes it special to us is the chance to meet with all the nieces and nephews in Twin Falls and then in Boise. There is just a special love for family visits that leaves a warm smile in our hearts.

I guess there are several stages of life and this is one we are going through. First stage is our own life where we learn to live together and make it all work. Then comes the stage where we are concerned with our own child. We start to wonder about Grandchildren about the time our parents start to age and we focus on the past and the future at the same time. My parents are gone now and Barb's parents are getting older.

The best thing for us right now is the fact that we have the assets and income to live comfortably and are pretty darned happy right here at home. It is great to travel but it is also great to be home. About a week and I am ready to be here. I run out of ability to cope about the time I run out of clean clothes. Much over a week and I need two suitcases. I can't manage everything in one trip that way so unless we can travel in the car one week is about the limit.

For some reason I thought the Jay hawk game in Maui started at Midnight and expected that when we got to our car the game would just be starting. It was halftime and at least we got to listen to the game on the way home from the airport. It was raining just slightly and it had been a long day and we don't communicate very nicely under those circumstance.

Oh well, things to do and places to see. Got to get that Thanksgiving turkey home and thawed out.

MUD

What a Wonderful Day

2011-11-13T10:27:00.000-05:00

Friday night we went to see the young Jay Hawks play one of their preseason games. About half way through the second half, they put a guy up in the rafters of Allen Field House and he dropped T-Shirts with parachutes down to the crowd. I was sitting there during the time out and one actually hit me in the head. I had no clue but I reacted fast enough to bring it down and let Barb grab the shirt. I was absolutely oblivious to the whole affair until I was hit. No, I am not goint to tell anyone that I was hurt or mad at the event, just surprised. For some reason I felt detached there in amongst the 16,000 people and felt like I had missed my afternoon nap.

The really nice day was yesterday when we did nothing but eat three nice meals and zone out with Football and good books. I didn't think that just going to a game would wear me out completely so I am now wondering if my blood sugar got low and caused some of the zoned out feeling. About 1 PM yesterday I had a similar feeling and after i ate some of Barb's yummy stew that feeling went away. Oh well, I guess old people should have different feelings now and then just to prove they are alive.

I guess I want to say that yesterday was one of those days that will just slip away in the many we have but it was memorable because it wasn't. I have had many days that were great and many that were terrible and now and then a nothing day is one for the books (or blogs)

Going to try for two in a row.

MUD

My Rights vs Your Rights

2011-11-12T12:02:00.000-05:00

When Barb and I went to Morocco, we were cautioned to not say anything against the King of Morocco while in his country. Sometimes we, as Americans, forget that what we have as rights in our country may not always travel well. In fact, a lot of people think that we in America are free to say anything and because it is our right, we will sound intelligent. My prime recipient in the "Stupid is as Stupid says" award is the Fred Phelps and his Westborough Church protestors. They put all kinds of things on their signs and you can almost feel the spittle from their ignorance as you drive by where they are protesting something. They boil down Jesus' words, "Man shall not lie down with man as he does with a woman" into "God Hates Fags!" I wonder how many hours they had to search through the bible and how low the IQ of the person was to make that missive.

For the record, my rights are very important to me but I do have a sense of what their limits are. I am pretty sure that about the third time I got my face punched it became aware that where I said my free speech was important. Your right to tell everyone what you think is often slander or a punchable offense if said in the presence of the person you say it about. Often a group of people can be arrested if they don't have a parade permit when they assemble. Especially if they don't do it peaceable.

So, I encourage you all to read your rights and understand them before the Police tell you that in spite of free speech, you have the right to remain silent, or look stupid when someone with a cell phone makes a movie of your rants.

MUD

One small story

2011-11-11T10:10:00.000-05:00

In my earlier post, I mentioned that I had been in Pinion Canyon, Colorado as a part of the Headquarters of the Kansas Army National Guard.   There,on about the third day in the field, we had a wind storm that blew down most of our tents.   The next morning as I went out to survey the damage, I spotted something red over in the edge of our position. As I got closer, I realized that there were a lot of colored pieces of cloth there in the scrub brush. It seems that the women had a washing session the afternoon before and that the close line they erected in their tent held their undergarments went down in the storm. Their undergarments were now scattered across the backside of our camp.

Not having served in the field with women, I guess I did not think about such things. In the Active Army and the Field Artillery I was with, we didn't have women in our field units. I sent one of NCO's over to the S-1 tent where most of the women were and had him tell the girls where they could gather up their belongings.

That was my welcome to the problems of having a co-ed military unit.   I have laughed about it several times with my friends and now appreciate some of the situations on active duty more than I did.

MUD

11-11-11

2011-11-11T10:00:00.000-05:00

Not being a numerologist or a person who has a phobia about numbers, the date above is just the date above. If you are a veteran it has a little more significance in that is a holiday named after the service we performed. As an ORAG, an Old Retired Army Guy I would say I resemble that remark. It is a significant date for all those that served not just those that served in combat.

I think this is a good time to tell a little story about one of the finest people I ever met. SFC Romans had attended an M-1 training session and his unit did not go to the Annual training period that the majority of the 35th Division was attending. It was in the middle of no and god dammed where at Pinion Canyon and it was far from the support of any main city. As a member of the National Guard State headquarters, we put together a command and Control team and someone picked up SFC Romans to attend with our cell. In case you don't know a lot about the Guard, the State Headquarters does not have a lot of field training and SFC Roman's addition really helped by adding a field trained NCO to our mix. Little things like putting up tents and running the radio's were a task that we needed a lot of help doing. I for one have done it all but there was only one of me and I needed help. Things went well until the third night in the field.

On that third night, a storm came sweeping across the plains of SW Colorado and without any tracked vehicles, we were on our own. A micro burst hit our camp and blew our tents down big time. I think the only thing that saved us was that we had several tables down the middle of the tent and when the tent poles came crashing down most of us were under the nearest thing we had to overhead cover.   I had grabbed my helmet and I'm sure that it kept me from getting a concussion when the main tent support crashed down so hard that the table legs were broken.

Having a good NCO there helped us put the tens back up quickly and he brought the soldiers together in the Operations tent and we had a weapons cleaning time. Many of the soldiers with us did not have a .45 issued to them as their normal weapon and he just calmly showed them how to take apart and clean each type of weapon. By the time he was finished, the guys were all laughing and telling stories. You would have thought it was a unit that had been together for years not just days.

Later on that night, I told SFC Romans what a fine job he had done and we talked about our time in the service. He was disappointed that he got in the army in 1971 and by the time he was on rotation for Vietnam, they were cutting the troop strength so much that he didn't get a chance to be a combat veteran. I told him that good people are where you find them and I was glad to find him here and now.

Early the next year, a message came down to my office that the Army needed experienced NCOs, especially those with M-1 tank skills. I called SFC Romans and asked him if he was still on the kick that a combat patch was what he needed. He said hell yes and I told him that if he was to get to my office in the morning I would get him a set of orders. He came over that day and brought his gear. We put him on a plane to Germany that afternoon. He told me later that in Germany he went right to the replacement company and told them that he had a request to go to the Big Red One and they directed him to a flight leaving in 30 minuted to Quait. From the repo depot there, they sent him right to a tank line company and he, within 48 hours of leaving Kansas, was a tank commander when they kicked off the attack.

About a month later, he came home a well decorated combat veteran and had letters of commendation from a number of his commanders up the line. When he came in the office that day, he brought his wife and brand new baby. Crap, I wouldn't have asked him to go if I had known how close his wife was to having a baby. She took me into my office and told me that the only thing Joe ever wanted out of the Military was a chance to show what a good soldier could do in combat. I relaxed and later on Joe kind of joked with me that in his humble opinion, combat is one of the quickest ways he knew of to get killed.

On veteran's day, I salute the now retired Sergeant Major Joe Romans and the many soldiers that have displayed the kind of leadership and service that has made our Military what it is. I firmly believe that our winning ways are the result of the leadership shown in the middle of our Military not at the top. Salute to all those fine NCO's I have served with and those I have not met.

MUD, COL (Ret)

Fast Times at Rabbit Run

2011-11-10T09:59:00.000-05:00

For some reason, I have been on the slow track for about a week. I don't seem to have the same get up and go that I had. Not sure why but I did even get barb to take me for a walk yesterday to see if getting out and "Blowing off the stink" would help. I even used that term to Barb and she reminded me that when I used that on a bunch of preschool students one of the little kids said, :But Teacher, we don't stink!"

Today it is to be in the 60's and time for me to get out and round up all the garden hoses that are scattered from one end of the place to the other. There is a little bit of cleaning up the joint that is on my list also. We'll see what gets done and what just escapes my attention.

I seem to be having a problem with my blog. For the past few times I have opened it it seems to be getting smaller and smaller. If I go to the control center and make it big enough to read, the rest of my screens don't fit on the page. Damn computer.

I can tell that the weather is getting ready for winter because the visitors at the feeders and suet block are trying to eat me out of house and home. I don't remember it being this bad even in the worst of winter last year. Perhaps they are trying to fatten up for a hard winter.

Better get a move on and get something done.

MUD

Dang, I did it Again

2011-11-06T10:05:00.000-05:00

For months, Barb and I talked about going to Bentonville, AR to see the opening of the Crystal Bridges American Art Museum on the 11th. Wouldn't you know that the first game in our half season ticket package to watch the hawks is on the same day. I hate it that we over scheduled ourselves. I'm sure that there will be other times to see the Museum and perhaps there will be other chances to catch it after the water feature is finished. CBS This Morning had a short piece about the museum and it looks beautiful.

This morning there was a TV program that talked about people that do not shut their brains down completely at night. The said that insomnia is something that makes it tough for a lot of people to be productive during the day for up to a week each month. Some of my best dreams are those nights where my mind is in full race mode and I wake up with either an old problem solved or a new idea to try. The even better news is that I can take a nap to catch up on my sleep. Most of the time if I miss my sleep, I can make the shortage up the next night.

Last evening we celebrated our daughter-in-laws birthday with a trip to her favorite restaurant. The "Rib Crib" is a pretty good place and even on Saturday evening you can get a seat at one of their tables. I wish I could find a way to help them get over the hurdle and be consistent enough to draw bigger crowds and stay open. There is no one thing that is bad, just not a consistent quality across the menu to make them top rate. I guess when you are next door to a Texas Roadhouse and in the same city as Boss Hogs, it is tough to work your way up to number one.

This past week we took Barb Jr to Kansas City to visit Nebraska Furniture Mart and replace her couch and love seat. I also went over on Wednesday to put the old couch out on the back porch so the new one could be put in the right place. Friday I took my truck and trailer over and hauled off the old stuff and some building debris I made earlier in the summer. Dave had to go to work so I had to load the stuff in the trailer by myself. I am fairly proud that I have developed a way to work smart rather than hard. My back is fine today and had I tried to muscle everything I would be out flat and on pain med.

Oh well, things to do and places to go.

MUD

Bright and Shiny

2011-11-03T11:41:00.000-04:00

I am not sure what the rest of the world expects, but every once in a while I want to wake up bright and shiny. Well, I want to wake up bright and then after some ablutions be shiny. The only sad part is that as a retiree, unless there is some where to go, the shiny part is really not a priority. I can go a couple of days without a shave and I am the only one that notices. Life was a lot easier when all I had to do was put on the light green shirt with the dark green pants and those shoes that stayed patent leather shiny. The really only choice was did I need a tie, the jacket (or blouse as the Military called it) or the black sweater. Now, it is nearing 10:15 and I am wearing my sweats.

The other day, we took our Daughter-in-law to Nebraska Furniture Mart in KC and bought her a new couch and love seat. When I went over to help Dave clear out the old sectional couch, I noticed that the couch really matches the curtains and the wall color. We are glad to have the kids in our lives and having them over for meals now and then. It does give me a chance to show off my cooking and a chance to have some new conversations in our lives. When Barb brings over her Nephews is when life really gets fun. Watching those two boys grow into fine young men is a treat.

This morning I watched a streaming video of the Arkansas Supreme Court as they heard arguments for the Lawyer for Karl Roberts who killed my Grand Niece Andi. I am not sure what the final outcome of the whole process will be. He did it, he admitted it and even if the courts had a retrial, there is more than enough evidence to prove he did it and was sane enough to pay the price for what he did. Yes, I want them to put him out of my misery and be done with it. This has gone on for 12 years and it is beyond the stage where it is like picking a scab. The only saving grace in the matter is that he is sitting on death row and sees the sun only an hour a day and unless he likes solitaire conversations he just has to hate it. I would have gone crazy years ago.

I am going over to Dave's house to meet the furniture truck about noon. I think I will also go get a haircut afterwards and shave off this silly mustache. Barb says it makes me look even older than I am. I guess as hard as she works to look nice and younger, I can make somewhat of an effort. 'Cides, she thinks the mustache is prickly or beyond that stage tickles. Oh well...

MUD

Fall in the Forest

2011-11-01T11:11:00.000-04:00

When the weather starts to turn cool, we can always depend on the critters and insects thinking that our house is just another place to over winter in. Barb always catches the spiders in a jar and gives them the heave ho out the side door. I would rather give them the heel-toe smash but if I have the chance, I'll make her happy by throwing them out. last evening I went in to he bathroom to be confronted by a small mouse. I have the defense in depth traps set in the garage but this little guy must have found an alternate way in. I hope he finds the peanut butter laced trap soon.

Barbara kind of laughs at the spiders, as she claims they keep the roaches down. That and regular spraying and lots and lots of roach traps. Roaches and ants are outside bugs that I want no part of living with.

Today is one of the last days in the 70's for the year. Right before a front passes, the wind will always blow from the south and it will be windy and warm (er). There is no way you can rake the leaves and burn with the wind gusting to 30 MPH.


This picture is at least two years old.

This summer when the Reimer's were here, the girls loved to use our cameras to take pictures. Barbara bought both of the girls their own little camera and yesterday we got a DVD of their pictures taken at Disney World. Sea World and Epcot. What a wonderful eye they have. I would have loved to have them narrate the pictures but for now, I can hear their giggles in my heart. They are just the right age to start the journey through the world with an eye open to new things.

Better run and see if there is anything needed before the rain tomorrow. Write if you get work.

MUD

What is your Favorite Holiday?

2011-10-30T10:47:00.000-04:00

Once retirement sets in, Holidays are a lot like every other day. That is especially true if you happen to have life where you want it. As a kid, Halloween was one big junk food run and I loved it. Now that we live out here in the woods where in 21 years we have never had a trick or treat-or, not so much. Barbara always complains about the early Christmas ads but I'm sure that she is a Christmas junkie to the core. We will host the Petty family party the week before Christmas and I'm sure that Barb will have me working overtime to decorate everything to Martha Stewart's standards. The really good news is that we'll have time to decorate.

I am probably more in tune with the seasons than the holidays. I watch for the last time I mow for the season. I am in tune with the time I put the first suet block out and start feeding the sunflower seeds. The in the spring the last time I mow and stop the seed feeding.

It is always fun to see what the Master Gardner will do to put the plants to bed and get ready for the spring. Bales of hay and all the compost I can carry is high on the list. I am pretty sure that the tiller would not dig in enough to till the baked clay this fall. Perhaps by next spring if there is enough moisture things will be different.

Better run and see what mischief I can get into or out of.

MUD

Can the NCAA Be the NBA Replacement?

2011-10-29T09:56:00.000-04:00

We finally put the Baseball season to bed and I for one am looking forward to a NCAA Men's Basketball season. Barb chose one of those half season ticket deals for Jay hawk basketball and we will see our first game early next month. I think it will be their third game of the season and for me it will be a blast to see what miracle Bill Self can pull out after losing so many leaders off the team from last year. They always seem to re-load not rebuild and it goes on.   I do think it is bad that the Morris twins turned pro the year there is a lock out. They could have developed so much this year. As it is, a lot of first year players will travel overseas and a lot of the players that might have gone there will not have any place to play. I will watch college ball and be glad for what I have.

Last night, I watched the program Diners, Drive-ins and Dives on TV and went to the World Series game during the commercials. I am just a junkie on new food ideas and I love to see a small place make wonderful food. I would love to eat most of that food but it is to me a wonder how hard some of the places work to make a meal. One small diner makes their own wild rice/Blueberry bread just to make French Toast. I know that Barb likes to use her bread maker and some of her loaves make wonderful French Toast. The other day, she brought me some apple slices with caramel. She sprinkled sunflower seeds in the caramel and it made a wonderful snack. I wonder if there is a way to incorporate that taste into French Toast.

Back in the day, I worked in a fast food joint in Wichita and we made our own french fries. One of my jobs was to slice, soak and precook the fries at the start of the day.    I can't figure out why more people don't do their own and blanch the fries to get them started. A few minutes at a lower temperature and then let them sit makes for a great fry. Now days almost all of the joints use pre bagged and prepared fries. What a shame.    Our little joint had our buns toasted with butter and we worked hard to make sure that there was an even concentration of mustard and ketchup on each burger. When I was on the grill, I made sure the dispenser had all the proper holes cleaned out so the ratio would be the same. Throw on a few re-hydrated onions and a pickle or two and we made a great burger for not a lot of money.

Do you know why I got out of the fast food business? One day a white cheerleader came into the restaurant and had her black football player's arm. One of the black girls and her friends were waiting and a fight broke out. About the time the white girl was on the floor and getting stomped, our rent a cop came in from the parking lot. I had just gone over the counter from the other direction and was about to stop the fight. As the cop cleared the door, he took the loop on his holster loose and prepared to use his gun. He must have changed his mind and when he bent over to pick the white girl up, his gun fell out of his holster. One of the kids there inside the restaurant watching the fight picked up the gun and brought it up pointed at the officer. The cop snatched that gun so fast that the kid didn't even know where the gun went. I saw the gun go back into the cops hands and I reversed direction and jumped back over the counter.   I went over to the boss and told him that I had a Bronze Star from Vietnam and had no intention of being in the middle of a gun fight in Wichita. I clocked out and went home.

As you can guess, I didn't die there at Sandy's by North High and I survived to move on.

MUD

Smile On My Face

2011-10-28T10:54:00.000-04:00

One night years ago, I was teaching a class at TeleTech and one of my students asked me why I don't smile more? I said I smile all the time and the entire class agreed that I was like an Army Ranger on a Mission and all business most of the time. I counted to the class all the things I had to be happy about in my life and made sure that they knew they were a part of that happiness. Getting to meet those kids and teaching them about what to expect was one of my joys. I guess too many years in the Military took that smile and hid it. I promise you that there is a big old smile in my heart most of the time even if it doesn't leak over to my face.

This week, I went out to the National Guard Museum at Forbes Field and got to say good bye to my friend Melvin Simpson. He lived a full life and dedicated a lot of it to the Museum. His was the first viewing and funeral there inside the new meeting room. I didn't stay to meet his family as like most of the people I knew in the Guard, I didn't know much about them and I'm sure they didn't know me.

I am sure that after this last time, I want there to be a cremation and no public viewing of me after I die. I want goofy pictures and smiles abounding not the body without any life left in it. I have a picture of my mother on my computer and one in my heart. The picture of Mom in my heart is one of smiles and laughter and love. That's the way I'm sure we all want to be remembered not at the end of life.

I think one of the solutions of the debt Crisis for the Government is to find a way to have the seniors out there buy some of the houses on the Fannie and Freddie roles with some of our IRA's, 401(k)s or 503(b)s without any tax consequence. I have to believe that the relief today has to be better than the possibility of a little tax revenue later on. I'm not for having the seniors use all their savings in such a manner, perhaps just one house per family. I for one will turn it into rental property and help a family that is struggling to make it without the big house payment to worry about.

OH well, Smile and make them wonder what you have been up to.

MUD

Good Day Part 2.

2011-10-27T10:12:00.000-04:00

Yesterday I mentioned some of the reasons I felt things were no going as well as they could for Americans. Here are just a few more thoughts.

America has to be one of the most generous countries in the world. Who else would give money to other Nations that they have to borrow? We have sent billions of dollars overseas in the hope that others would love us and I'm pretty sure that in a lot of cases they don't even like us. It looks like the Arabs and the Chinese have all the excess money in the world and it is about time they bailed out the really poor. Wait, if it was a dumb idea for us, it isn't any smarter for them. I have an idea, lets stop sending the foreign aid to other countries and start paying our national Debt with that money. Last time I looked the French don't like us, why are they on the list?

If the foundation of our freedom is the strength of the voters, we are in a sucky hole. Look at the results of any election and you will find that a good share of people don't take the time and energy to vote. If you don't care enough to vote, why would a politician care enough to do things the way you want? At best, in a republic, you elect people and they try to do their best, not what you think is best, but what they think is best. If you don't tell them what you think, contribuite to their campaign and vote, don't expect things to get better.

I am blown away that the Occupy Wall Street movement is so all over the place with their message. Hey guys, pick a topic, make it clear and push hard for it. Having 300 things you don't like is just madness. Boil your list down to a list of the most important in priority order and shout about that. Sitting in a park and not having a clear message is stupid. I heard on the evening news that most of the tents in one London park are empty at night. They were erected and the people go home to sleep. Stupid and smart and I'm not sure which one stands out the most.

Don't let all thios talk about student loans fool you. The government isn't offering to pay the for you or to give you relief from the debt. They are reducing the percentage of the loan they expect you to pay every year once you start paying on the loans. Same on the Mortgage programs, they are leaving you with the debt, just reducing the interest you have to pay.

The way to find our way out to the mess we are in is to have everyone only borrow what they need and not what they want. Work hard, pay your debts and whenever possible pay cash. I loved Dave Ramsey the other morning when he told one of his new listeners that being debt free will eventually lead yo to not have any credit rating. Borrowing money to have a credit rating is only prifot for the banks. Put your money in you account and pay cash as much as possible. Having 20% down to buy a house is a darned good way to get a loan and a better interest rate.

Now get out there and do things the right way.

MUD.

Today is a Good Day to Live!

2011-10-26T16:39:00.000-04:00

Somewhere in the morass of data that overwhelms us daily, there has to be enough truth to say these are some of the causes of the problems that have us perplexed. here is just a few thoughts on what I think happened and somewhere out in the future I will try to offer some answers to the problems.

A few years back, people said that it was unfair that the United States had all the money and benefit from the production of goods and our life style was too great. Does anyone remember NAFTA? As I remember it, many of our jobs went overseas in the hope that the lower production costs there would benefit us all. It had the end result of having a lot of production jobs to migrate to cheaper sources of labor and there were fewer jobs here in the US. Companies like GE migrated their corporate headquarters to stop paying taxes in the USA.

During the Reagan years, we spent tons and tons of money on the Military Industrial Complex in the hope that the then Soviet Union would blink and the weakness of their system would show through. They did and it did. Many of the Former Soviet Union States left the USSR and left Russia to face the world alone. Someone forgot to tell Washington that we no longer needed a large standing Army and we continued to spend money on the Military and that led us into looking for places to send our Armed Forces to justify the expense. That cycle just about has us spent into the hole and perhaps it is time we blinked.

Not that many years back, people worked for one company for most of their lives. My Dad retired from Beech Aircraft in Wichita and he spent over 40 years there. I retired from the Military and my wife retired from Teaching after 30+ years. I talk to young people today and they have many of them worked for two and three companies and have no thought that there would be one entity that would owe or pay them a retirement. In fact, many young people have trouble finding one job that will even give them a full 40 hour work week. Benefits? Ha, I laugh at the idea that you have benefits let alone retirement.

Countries change year to year and those that were strong Republics are moving towards a more socialist society. Free enterprise is moving towards more socialistic and those countries that were very Socialistic are moving to a more democratic. It is pretty clear that communism and its sister socialism is on the wane. Free enterprise is also suffering movement and what was the norm a few years ago just isn't working.

MUD

Fall has Fell

2011-10-26T09:54:00.000-04:00

After about a week of days that just got nicer and nicer, we have a morning of about 40 degrees and a light rain falling. It would be nice if it were to continue to rain on and off all day. Barb thinks it is good for her plants to go to bed for the winter with their feet wet. After turning over a small patch of the garden yesterday, I can attest to how hard and dry the ground out there is. The clay in the soil was a lot more like concrete than just dirt. Barb planted some potatoes this last spring and I'll bet that we didn't get over a handful of anything worth eating. The tomatoes this year were equally as disappointing. Oh well, Barb did her best, it was the hot dry weather that ruined things.

One of the things I love about the fall and winter here is the activity at the bird feeders. I keep a black oil sunflower seed feeder, a couple of suet blocks and a finch feeder full. I have a water dish out by the feeders and a heated water dish for the really cold days. I think of it as about the cheapest entertainment you can have for the money. So far, we have been blessed to not have a flock of sparrows hang around and most of the birds are very pretty and seem to work out a system that allows the birds to fly in, get a seed and then stage back in the tree for their next turn. It is pretty funny when a new bird shows up and tries to sit in the feeder and not take turns. New birds son get the message that they need to take turns and it all works out.

The creek valley below our house is really down and out of the wind. When it is cold and windy, a lot of turkeys and deer will hang out in the valley. I love to see a flock of turkeys come through scratching up the leaves and looking for things to eat. Now that there is no fruit in the orchard, the deer won't show up for a month or so. I'm sure there is a car they need to run in front of and scare the hell out of the driver.

A red bellied woodpecker just landed on the suet block and announced his arrival. They are as noisy as blue jays. Probably one of the noisiest days here was when a sharp shinned hawk flew in and grabbed a blue jay. The jay's mate sat in the tree and raised holy hell the entire time. The hawk seemed to enjoy eating the blue jay right there on the ground by the feeder. Oh well, it sucks to be lower on the food chain than some one else.

Today is Dave's birthday. We will probably take them out to dinner if his wife is well enough. If not, we'll just buy them a pizza or something. The other day I was talking to a pair of Grandmothers at the store as they showed off their granddaughter. I told them that we have the world's best Lego collection. They said that their son-in-law banned Lego's from his house because his son kept taking the things he made apart. I told them that when Dave was little, I would try to make a car or a spaceship every day before I went to work. I fully expected him to take the vehicles apart so he could learn how to make his own. After all, it is the learning part of Lego's that just amaze me.

MUD

Nice Guys Don't Always Finish Last

2011-10-25T10:18:00.000-04:00

This morning I read the paper as is my usual way of starting the day. The front page, the funnies and then the Obits. I check the last one to make sure that I'm not there. This morning I saw that a great friend to the Guard and fellow Guardsman Chief Master Sgt Melvin Simpson passes over the weekend. He was one of the people that adopted the idea of a National Guard Museum and helped us make it happen. For a long time, there was a vision of a museum dedicated to our history but there was just not anyone that could make the ideal and the money happen at the same time. It is only fitting that the viewing tomorrow and the Funeral on Thursday will be held at the Museum. I'm sure that a lot of the younger soldiers have no clue how hard he worked to make it happen. In spite of the fact that there were always potential blockers to the Museum, I never heard him say a bad word about those people. RIP Chief Simpson.

Reading about a departed friend always makes me wonder what really will be my legacy. I'm sure that there are people that will say good things and some that won't. One of my best things was to find and marry my wife Barbara. I have often said that there are a lot of guys that would have benefited from having someone as strong as her in their life. Can you imagine a Guy like Ex President Clinton if he had a wife that kept him in line? If he had given up those cigars, he might have made it. What would we have to say about Nixon if Barbs' sense of fair play had kept the Watergate idea in check? Just how many damn toys and how broke would I have been without her guiding light.

The absolute bottom line is that if I were to die today, I hope that everyone would know how full a life I have lived and how I want Funny stories and not tears over my passing. I don't want a funeral, but I sure do want a wake. I want people to gather and laugh at the smiles in my life. No, I don't want to go right now, but I don't fear death. I have been shot at, shit on, poor, sick, healthy and wealthy. Just remember my motto- Smile and make the Bastards wonder what you have been up to.

MUD

Risk Communication

2011-10-24T15:21:00.000-04:00

Many years ago, I was taken to a Risk Communication class with the Chief of Staff and the Adjutant General. Probably because I was too outspoken and they wanted to give me some tools to keep me from saying things that embarrassed the Guard. I have a tough time noticing that what I say sometimes hurts people so they must have thought it was worth a try.

We attended the two day workshop on how to deliver the Guard message about the time everyone found out what poor stewards we had been when it came to environmental factors. We were told to deliver our speech in the following order. a. Remind people that a lot of us were ignorant of what the environmental hazards were and until the 1980's, the Military was exempted from the requirements. b. Now that we know, we will do our best to confine our activities the best we can and, c We will do our best to mitigate the damage done because, d. We too live in our communities and want to feel that we have done as little as possible to damage you and ours.

The final warning was when surprised go back to the commercial that briefly as stated above. I was selected by our group to sit on a panel where we were meeting with the Environmental Group that was protesting our poor stewardship at Camp Swampy. They asked some tough questions and I thought I stayed inside the guidelines and the approved script. When the taped interview was concluded, we were told that the panel members would be critiqued down the hall by one of the instructors.

When I arrived in the room down the hall, the door opened and a camera crew immediately turned on the lights and camera and the reporter asked me what I thought of Homosexuals in the Military. My first response was "Good Question." I told the reporter that I had served with a young soldier who did his best to serve but even though he was one of the hardest workers I ever had, was finally discharged. I told the reporter that such decisions were made at levels far above my pay grade and even though I might have a different opinion, I would continue to obey the orders of those appointed over me. Seems like the Military has finally decided that those junior in rank don't care as strongly as the Generals and Admirals.

I will watch the development of the Military as it evolves. I would personally warn the young men and women that serve that they must at all times conduct themselves properly. Hell, I can remember a short time back that you couldn't hold even your wife's hand in public and I'll bet personal Displays of affection will be against proper protocol for even non homosexuals. I am pretty darned sure that for a while, discrimination will rear its ugly head. After a while, what you do in the privacy of your own bed is you own damn thing and it won't matter to most of us.

MUD

“Hey LT. Did he kiss you good bye”.

2011-10-23T11:41:00.000-04:00

This is a Pre-War story because it happened to me prior to my attendance at the little skirmish I call Vietnam. It is intended to show you that I didn't have any anti-homosexual bias back in the day. Hell, I was so unbiased that I was ignorant of the whole thing.

I grew up in a lower class neighborhood on the East side of Wichita. I was a baby boomer and the drug of choice where I grew up was beer. I swear that to this day I have never done a refer, a joint, Marijuana, bong or whatever the street name of Cannabis is today. I have smoked Swisher Sweets but they were stuffed with the horrible tobacco they came not loaded with cannabis.

I was exposed to a lot of things growing up and I know first hand what Ron White means when he says, “You can’t fix stupid, stupid is forever”. The poor white trash that I grew up with were a collection of Oakies and Arkies. To make matters worse, they married each other and I think the whole damn place was related to each other. To have escaped that neighborhood without impregnating someone whose brother’s name is Bubba, is no small feat. I also grew up somewhat sheltered from a lot of the normal experiences those in a big city stumbled upon each day. There wasn’t a black, a Jew or a homosexual that would have lived there. I did learn a lot of creative expressions for them but my experiences were very limited.

I was drafted in to the Army in 1966 because I learned to play 10-point pitch in the basement of the Campus Activity Center at Wichita State University. I mean I seriously started out only as a casual player until I met Chuck, my card-playing buddy. We very soon learned to cheat and our system of signs went undetected until we were so good that it was a hell of a lot more fun to win than go to class. Hell, it was more fun to loose than go to class but winning was a lot more fun than loosing. Well, to make a long story short, hell I don’t get paid by the word so what do I care how many words get killed in this pieces of thesis. (or, substitute Feces here is you desire) I went through 8 weeks of Basic Training, 8 weeks of Advanced Individual Training (AIT) and 23 weeks of Officer Candidate School at the Fort Sill School of wayward boys or Cannon Cocker College of Cannon Knowledge.

I wound up in wonderful Southern California where you couldn’t raise hell with a dozen Indians and a case of whiskey. Fort Irwin was the armpit of the Mojave Desert (notice only one s here because you wouldn’t want a second helping of that hell hole) We were about 50 miles from Barstow and if you have been there it is in the middle of “no” and “damn where”. The unit I was assigned to was training to go to Vietnam and I was assigned to the battery as a Forward Observer and had an additional duty as the Supply Officer. That meant that in addition to making sure that everything that went out of the supply room was signed for, I had to figure out how to ship the whole damn mess to Vietnam. Going out was fairly easy. When everyone started turning stuff back in I needed more help that I had assigned. For the record it was me, a Staff Sergeant and a PFC trying to make sense out of the pile of “stuff” and trying to figure out where to stuff it so it would all fit in a half a dozen Connex containers.

One day I finally went over to the 1^st Sergeant and asked for some help. He thought about it for a minute or so and smiled. I should have known that I was about to be the recipient of someone he didn’t want or someone who didn’t want to be a “Supply Specialist”. I met Private Johnson ( I really don’t remember his name and there are a hell of a lot more Johnson’s than any other name so what the hell) and put him to work. That kid was motivated to doing a good job. He was so motivated that he moved his bunk into the supply room and was there night and day for well over a month. To say he was a good worker was an understatement. I was thrilled and never looked that gift horse in the mouth. Like I said, that went on for over a month and one day he was standing there in his Class “A” uniform and leaning on his duffel bag. I noticed that he didn’t have an insignia or a name tag on the uniform and asked him what was up. He said that today was his discharge date from the Army and he was leaving. I knew that the bus stop to Barstow was clear on the other side of post so I offered him a ride. He gladly took the offer and I drove him to the bus stop and wished him well. We shook hands and off he went.

When I got back to the supply room the guys were giggling like a bunch of little kids. I made them tell me what was so damn funny. They said didn’t I notice something "queer" about the soldier? No, he was a clean-cut hard working guy to me. The Army had a policy of discharging Homosexuals in 1967 and he went home so branded. The final words I heard that day were “Hey LT. Did he kiss you good bye?”

Tomorrow I'll tell you about the risk assessment class I took and the ambush interview where I was asked about the Military's anti Homosexual Policy prior to last year.

Occupy Wall Street

2011-10-22T10:53:00.000-04:00

Have we as a nation slipped so low that we have made it seem impossible to be a success through getting an Education and Hard Work? If that is the case, I could kind of develop a good feeling about the OWS crowd. I tried to listen to them articulate their ideals yesterday on the Dave Ramsey program and I find it like taking a shotgun to kill a mouse. The damage done by the gun would surely cost more than the mouse could. They also do not have a clear message that anyone could solve. I contend that the problem is in Washington not just Wall Street.

I agree that the Presidents of major Corporations should not be paid millions of dollars in bonuses when they strip their workforce to save dollars. Golden parachutes would be gone and the door would hit a lot of them in the ass on their way out. But, with that said, why don't the protestors feel that John Travolta who has enough money to fly his own Boeing 727 is not just as wrong? Why do Athletes in Major Sports make so damn much money that the only way we can watch them play is to stay home and watch TV? Why should it cost $10@ (without any popcorn and a coke) to go to a movie? If we want to complain about the fat cats and robber barons that can afford homes near Bar Harbor, Maine. Martha Stewart has one there too.

Put the Congress back in the real world retirement and Medical system like the rest of us and see how soon they find a few answers. Make them have a real budget and pay them only what they save from last year. Make the president pay for the excesses in the White House and see how long it takes clear out the Lincoln Bedroom and make it pay for its self. I'll bet people would pay for the tour of the White House if they knew it was for a good cause. Hell, people pay good money to go to Graceland and Elvis has been dead how many years?

How can Washington expect us to think they are telling the truth when they say there is zero inflation. I would rather that they say, "OK you old folks, no raises this year tighten your belts" than try to convince us that it isn't costing us a hell of a lot more to live this year.    I'm not saying I can afford it, just saying that I expect them to tell the truth when they lie to us.

I am pretty sure that we all have a little wiggle room in our budgets to take trips, have a cabin by the lake and buy new cars. It is just that I want to be the person to decide what way I wiggle when I squirm around and pay my bills. The last thing I want to hear is that Washington is "here to help us."

MUD

Hate and Evil

2011-10-21T16:31:00.002-04:00

This last week, a man broke into the home of a mentally handicapped man near Council Grove Kansas. He had some perception that the handicapped man had somehow said something bad about his family. He beat the victim and then poured alcohol on him and started a fire. Though burned badly, the handicapped man lived. The question is, was this a hate crime? What is a personal injury crime but the expression of a hatred for the other person? Because the victim was black and the perpetrator white, does this carry some special level of hate? Is there a possibility that the perpetrator thought so little of the man that burning him was just another thing to do? Is this almost the opposite of hate and the absence of feelings for another human being? Beats the heck out of me in this case. I would task the NAACP to find ways to celebrate where the races find common grounds and celebrate life as hard as they look for places to label as hate.

My niece Rebecca De Mauro was interviewed by the BBC and in that interview she talks about her struggle with hate against the man that took the life of her daughter Andi. She talks about the mixed feelings she has and how she has struggled to forgive Karl Roberts before that hate consumed her. I am a much lesser man in that I haven't found the ability to not hate him. I would shed my worldly possessions to have just one hour to share my disgust directly with Uncle Karl. Where I do differ is that I can function with a pretty high level of hate and not turn my innards to ash. I would never seek you out and do you harm intentionally, but trust me when I say do not threaten me or my family and expect me to turn the other cheek. I urge you to go to Andi Brewer's Facebook page to read more.

Over and Over we hear the plea that insanity prevailed in the killing of others. Do I think you have to be borderline insane to take another person's life? I guess so, it is the intent that causes me concern. If a person had the capacity to know right from wrong and he knows what he did is wrong, he is sane in my book. In the case of my Niece Andi, Karl tried to hide the body and cover up what he had done. He was one heartless son of a bitch to rape and then kill a 12 year old. Do I think he needs to be executed for that crime? Yes sir, and I would be "Johnny on the spot" to do it if Arkansas could not find a willing executioner.


Andi Brewer

MUD

Moose Madness

2011-10-21T12:18:00.000-04:00

The entire State of Maine is filled with people that want to see a Moose. From the beginning of our class, they said there are no Moose on Mount Desert island or anywhere near Bar harbor.

Either they were wrong or like Barb Says you can't trust most of what you see. This was on the front page of the Mount desert Islander Thursday, Oct 12, 2011.

MUD

Boys and Girls

2011-10-21T10:24:00.000-04:00

No, this isn't going to be a sex education blog and point out the obvious difference between little boys and girls. It is the numbers that interest me. The Petty Girls seem to not remember that there was a proliferation of little girls in some families and seem surprised when two in a row turn out to be boys. Lets see, Rick had two daughters, Myrna had two daughters, Carol had two daughters and one boy, Beck had three daughters, Janet had two daughters. See, the world turns slowly and the numbers catch up. Yes, I understand it is the contribution of the fathers that determine the sex of the child.

This picture has absolutely nothing to do with the topic below. It is just a pretty bridge .

On our Road Scholar Trip, one of the presentations was about the people in and around Desert Mountain Island (MDI - home to Bar Harbor and Martha Stewart) as the Civil War erupted around them. This is the 150th Anniversary of that terrible War and historians are looking for ways to tie it to modern times. Right prior to the Civil War, the percentage of women on MDI was about 46%. Even though they sent a large percentage of their men to war, and lost almost 25% of those that served, by the time of the next census, the percentage was again about the same. One of the reasons MDI was populated with so many more men was that they had a lot of laborers to quarry the granite. The Scots came to take out the big blocks and Italian men came to carve granite trim for buildings. I'm pretty sure that a lot of them came as indentured servants and were not able to bring their families over to the New World until they moved to new places.

Barb's great-great Grandfather came to America without his family. It wasn't until he and his brother both were farming that they could bring their families over from Germany. I talked to a German School teacher and he indicated that in the 1870's a lot of Germans immigrated in that manner. There had been a change in the way German land was owned and a lot of small farmers had to come to America to make a living.

Oh well, miles to go and things to do. Write if you get work.

MUD

Back at the Keyboard Again

2011-10-19T11:57:00.000-04:00

While I enjoyed the freedom to order what I want as we dined out, I missed the ability to cook what I like and spice it the way it tastes best to me. One of my cooking secrets is that Barb doesn't like her food too spicy so it leaves me the opportunity to add heat post cooking. I love ground pepper, seasoned salt and the new Tabasco Sauce that is made out of the smoked Jalapeno. Yesterday evening I cooked a big old pot of chili and made corn muffins. I put about half of the batter into the muffin tins and then add about a cup of cut up pickled jalapeno slices in the remaining half. Barb loves the cornbread um-molested and I love the jalapenos in my chili. The really good news as I cook is that Barb is really easy to please and always makes me feel good about what I serve.

Yesterday was Turkey day here at Rabbit Run. With the neighbors working during the day and Barb and I gone, the turkeys had free run during the days. As I was leaving to go to the store in the morning, I saw a bunch of hens out near the end of the driveway. I only had my phone with me and by the time I got the pictures big enough to really see, I lost resolution to really see them. A little later on, I counted about 10 hens right outside the south side of the house.. They were just moving through the area and moving the leaves to find tidbits on the ground. I had my camera handy and snapped many pictures. There is a bush about 1/3 of the way down the hill that had red berries and at least one hen would jump up and eat as many as she could reach.

During our trip to Desert Mountain Island where Bar harbor is located we noticed that they didn't have concrete curbs along the roads. It appeared that there was about a 5 inch wide granite curb everywhere. During the classes, we had a man show us the secrets of the Granite quarries on the island. A lot of New England streets were paved with granite pavers and had curbs made of granite. The workmen would gang up on blocks of granite and cut them down to size in no time. It seems that the granite holds the break fairly well at right angles so they can make blocks for paving or four feet lengths for curbs. Many of the early 1900 buildings also have polished granite slabs for decoration. There on the island the granite varied from white with black flakes to a kind of rose or pink color that polished into a beautiful rock.

Here they drilled holes with a chisel and put feather wedges in the holes to tap the rock apart


Shown here, the rock in spite of being hard as granite split to make a perfect curb.

I was fairly amazed that when I built a rock wall using limestone, I found that the rocks would break where I drilled and struck a lot like the granite did. Most of the granite quarries on the Island are not in use today and have filled in with water. The instructor said that in spite of the weight, most granite used for counter tops in the US are imported. What a shame.

Oh well, Miles to go and things to do.

MUD

Home again, Home again, Jiggyity Jog

2011-10-18T11:43:00.001-04:00

New England is a beautiful place to visit, but I personally wouldn't want to live there. The roads are narrow and the traffic crowded. If I had been just going for a visit and didn't have to concentrate on the road, a lot of scenery was pretty spectacular. The leaves here at Rabbit Run were in their fall beauty just before we left and along the way a lot of the trees were right on the cusp of turning. In Bar Harbor the paper said they were about two weeks from the peak of turning.

Leaves at our lunch site

Had I to make that trip again soon, I would have flown a lot of the way. I would have spent the extra days exploring Boston and the coast up to Bar Harbor. The days we spend driving were some of the best days with temperatures in the 70's and sunny. The third day we were at our Road Scholar trip the weather turned 50 and rainy. Perhaps we did get to see places we might have missed and the trip to see Melanie, Shane, Dexter and Dalton was great.

Melanie and Dexter

House near Syracuse and just off MUD Road

Along the way picture

Right now, I am either really feeling worn out from the trip or just coming down with something. It is possible that all the farming dust along I-70 has my sinuses plugged up and that thick feeling is just half of Indiana, Illinois and Missouri that was blowing in the air. We did drive into a fierce head wind most of the way home with gusts of up to 30 MPH pretty regular.

I did my best to eat enough seafood to keep me filled without having to file an Environmental Impact Statement. I think my favorite meal was the lobster meal last Wednesday night. They served us a cup of chowder, a lobster and Cole slaw and finished the meal with the absolute best piece of Blueberry pie I have ever eaten. Normally Barb eats kind of light and I get some of her dessert. Not one speck of the Blueberry pie. I had most of her chowder and an extra lobster tail by then so I was probably blessed to not get any more pie. I didn't see many left over pieces of pie on any of the other plates either. (Here is where I would post a picture of the lobster dinner but I was charging my camera battery and forgot to put it back in my camera) - dang I hate it when that happens

The hickory trees here at Rabbit Run have for the most part lost all their leaves. It doesn't look nearly as spectacular as when we left. It does feel and is great to be home and once whatever I have clears up I will probably do something about the leaves and dead plants on the outside. Going to Frost tonight and hard freeze tomorrow night so I'm sure that Barb will have plans for the head laborer later on today.

MUD

Off to see the Leaves

2011-10-05T10:50:00.000-04:00

I hope Barb and I will be posting lots of pretty pictures for the next week or so. I know that Barb will take many more than I will as she will sit with her camera nearby as we look for pretty trees in pretty places. The fall is spectacular so far and I hope we don't let you all down.


Even off the beaten trail, Barb has her camera

Beaver lake as the sun sets

MUD

Who to Blame

2011-10-03T10:26:00.000-04:00

As long as there has been a history of the United States, there has been one party blaming the other party for all the ills of our wonderful country. The rancor you are hearing today is maddening, but not unique to just this time. In Barbara's perfect world, the news programs would just report the news and not shape the debate to favor any party or person or sex. I know the economy is in a tough place, what can we do to fix it? Unfortunately, there is the past election and the coming election that is on the mind and the lead off topic and the news programs are all fighting for increased numbers which relates to increased revenues. I try not o listen to the National news any more than I have to. Those "Gotcha Moments" don't appeal to me.

Our local NAACP activist has a column in the paper and it never ceases to amaze me that she looks for those one or two examples of extremism and tries her best to pin that label on us all. One or two idiots shout "let 'em die" at a debate and suddenly in her world. the whole Republican party wants to kill all the poor people. I think we need to "shout let 'em work." I would feel a lot better if we had jobs for the poor and not support Pakistan when they build a 13 Billion dollar dam.

My reason for writing today is that there is no national level plan to identify the problems today, let alone fix them. Either party could sweep the next election if they could articulate a clear plan to start working on the problems of today. My old sword of "Lead, Follow or get the hell out of the way!" never had a clearer message. If you can't fix anything, don't shout at those that are trying. By the same token, if they aren't working on making it better with a good comprehensive plan throw them all out.

MUD

Life and Death

2011-10-02T13:02:00.000-04:00

My niece was in an accident the other day with a 4 wheeler and described the fact that she almost died when it overturned on her in a water filled ditch. She described the event in almost a clinical way and what thoughts went through her mind. Having been there on more than one occasion, I too only felt the events unfolding around me and not the review of my life like some people say they saw. What she wrote was the way I too have felt.

In her account, she said that she never wakes up with the "This is a good day to die" thought in her head. Good sound advice. I think my thoughts every day turn to what the heck can I do worthwhile and fun today? There might be some days that at the end I find I goofed off more than I wanted and just accomplished the passing of another day. But in the end, they are mostly my days and I am the source for my happiness so what the hell?

I will fully admit that If my life was to end today, I would want people to smile and say that "Dennis, he was a hoot!" I have lived as full a life to date as I think anyone would want. I have seen the world, Married a wonderful woman, survived a year in combat, had a son, had a great career, been recognized with lots of awards and Decorations and met hundreds of people that make me smile. I don't want to die today because I don't feel like I have fulfilled my desire to slide into my grave all worn out, broke and be there a hour before the Devil knows I'm dead. There is a lot more I am going to do, miles I plan to drive and bike paths that I will cover. But in the event it ends, tell a Denny joke not shed tears.

Don't think of this blog as a morbid thing, think of it as a statement of celebration from an old fart that has "Been there, going to do that," if I have a chance.

MUD and Harvey in Bentonville at the American Art Museum overlook

MUD

Hep Yourself

2011-10-02T12:39:00.000-04:00

One time I went to a meeting and the speaker came out and said I'm here to "Hep You." He had a series of slides that listed all the things that were possible and not one damn thing that was real world. It was at the beginning of the computer era and I had not one employee and no budget. Heck, they didn't even have money in the budget to buy us a computer to HEP us do the job they thought we should be doing. Had this guy told us that he was going to give us a vision of what was possible, I would have listened and tried to work towards that vision.

My house in 1983 after a tornado

One of the things I said in what I stood for was "I think our Government should find ways to help those people less fortunate that I am. With that said, I think people should work hard to find ways to help themselves. " In Kansas, when there was a disaster, about half of the people would find their own solutions to the problem and never ask the local Government to do anything for them. Only those that were completely without resources would put their hand out and ask for help.

As the Military Support Officer for the Guard, I went to one of the tornado sites about three days after the tornado to put my mind at rest that everything that needed done was being done. One of the groups there with their trucks and gloves was the Mennonite's. They went to a house and asked the owner if they could help him clean up the mess. The owner was glad to have them and in a few minutes the owner started to tell them what to do and sat down on his porch. After about 15 minutes the leader of the group came over to the home owner and told him they were leaving. He asked why and they told him that they were doing what the bible told them to do. "He helps those that help themselves." They were there to help, not do the work for the homeowner.

I guess the moral to this story is that if you can do some of the work for yourself, I think you should. It will give you a feeling of satisfaction to see a job well done.

MUD

Some Discussion

2011-09-30T10:36:00.000-04:00

Yesterday Barbara and I had a discussion about some of the things I wrote. Concerning the point I made about how much I value a good education and hard work, she asked me how about those people that have a degree and can't find a good job? Fair question. How could I restore the feeling that the end of the rainbow is out there when in some cases it isn't? Just because I found a career path that was good for me, is that same thing out there for all?

I have to admit that I am shaped by my own experience and I have been a little "One Size Fits All" in its application. I was blessed to be one of those tall people that found success a lot. Was my success amplified by my height or just congruent to the amount of hard work I put in every job I had? In my lifetime I was fired from only one job and my moving from job to job was almost always the result of a desire I had to change. Perhaps I was good at reading the tea leaves and realistic and left some jobs when I knew the end was near. The best example of that was the Army. In 1969, I was a 1st Lieutenant and could have made Captain on Active Duty but I did not have a degree and pretty well knew that there would be a reduction in force when the lower needs for officers because of the slow down in Vietnam kicked in. I decided that going back to school was possible and the quickest way towards finding a career that would last the rest of my life.

Barbara and I discuss education - a lot. One of the biggest concerns I have is the lack of change in processes they use. Where is the feedback loop that tells the educators what the hell they should be teaching in the first place? I read that if you go to College to get a Computer Science Degree today, in the four years you are in school, 50% of what you will learn will be obsolete because of the changing technology. I feel that was probably the way it was for a Business Degree except that I'm not sure that they taught me one thing I used in my career after I graduated. I learned a lot, but not that much that really made me successful. I guess I just kept applying that dumb thing called "Hard Work" in all my jobs and kept that up until they told me to go home.

One of the things I also struggle with today is all the testing they are doing. Why do they stop teaching and test. I think an evaluation procedure needs to be incorporated in every step of the process and keep moving forward with the learning. I guess I was blessed by being able to learn a lot on my own and felt that test taking was so easy for me that it was stupid. In my perfect world, students would be given a lesson, have it evaluated and back briefed. I would reteach the shortcomings and move on to the next topic. I would conduct a review weekly and adjust what was needed to be retaught and reviewed. I think the testing required today gets in the way of learning not compliments it.

The other day, one of the news services gave us the statistic that a very large percentage of 8th graders could not read at grade level. If there was one thing that helped me more than anything else in life it was the ability to read. I personally think that what you learn up to about the fifth grade is unimportant compared to the ability to read. If you can read, the ability to learn is a door open for the rest of your life. If there was one available, I had my face in a book a lot as a child. I hated school except for the fact that it gave me a lot of good books to read. I can't tell you how many times I would read the textbook for history or science once at the beginning of the year and never look at it again. I could pass with a lot of D's and didn't worry about it until much later.

One of the other skills I would focus on was problem solving and planning. I would introduce the models to kids and have them use those models in all areas not just science. I would focus on the how to's and let them find ways to use it.

Oh well, enough of the day shot. I am now moving on. I'm not sure but at least it will be not here.

MUD

What Do I Stand For

2011-09-29T11:36:00.001-04:00

I am going to take this topic and explore some of the things I am in favor of or support strongly. Right now at the start I don't have a final list completed, this will be in the order of them crossing my mind and falling out on paper. Perhaps someday I will priotorize them but for now, these are just an unedited list:

I am an agent of change. I think that change is going to happen and it is best when there are some ground rules or thought applied in the process. I would much rather see change happen and studied than to have it applied and a new topic selected . This means that I approve of Sunset rules for Laws.
I do not believe in a formal religion. Having studied several different religions in Religion 101 at WSU, I think that it is fair to say that I support the Freedom of Religion part of our constitution. I won't tell you where or when to pray and I appreciate your treating me the same. Given the choice, I would rather live in a society where the common rules found in the bible are applied than one with no rules.
I grew up in a neighborhood where the differences between the rich and the poor was very evident. I try to live my life now where I don't make that a big deal.
I think that everyone should feel the importance of having a chance in our society. I grew up poor and damn sure didn't want to stay that way. I value the chance I had to get a great education, to work hard and prosper and to be able to share it with my family. I would hate to have anyone think that it as in me to just give up and accept whatever came my way.
I love the motto. "Lead Follow or get the hell out of the Way." I hope that your life means something and your impact on it is as important to you as it is to me.
I love that our young people feel strongly enough to support our country and to join the Military. With that said, it is a good way to get killed so I caution you that this is no easy or slight task. War is the failure of Governments to live with each other and a horrible expenditure of lives and money.
Where has the spirit of debate gone? I think either you are supportive of your party or you are not. I try to point out what I am unhappy about and not just rail over the failures of earlier people.
I hate debt. It has been a necessity to borrow money over the period of my lifetime but I paid off my debts as quickly as possible. I know that my wife Barbara agrees with this as she has guided me to save rather than buy a bunch of toys.
I think our Government should find ways to help those people less fortunate that I am. With that said, I think people should work hard to find ways to help themselves.
I buy insurance for my house, my car and for my health care. When I got to where I could do so, I let my Life Insurance lapse. I do have a provision in my retirement that Barb will be taken care of if I die but not for the hundred thousands we had earlier in life.
I but Lottery Tickets as a form of entertainment. I do think about what I would do if I won, but I do not need to win to have lived a great life or the ability to live a great life in the future.

MUD

Just a Couple of Miles of Smiles

2011-09-28T09:37:00.000-04:00

Yesterday Barb and I both got our morning work done and we just decided to go put a few miles on the trail. It was a wonderful day and while a little warm, the breeze made it feel just right. Somewhere about 8 miles just feels so right on the bikes. It is great to get up the next day and not feel like we did anything that was too hard. I think our 20 miles on the KATY was a little far but no real harm done. Today is clean the garage day so I am not sure Barb can be detracted by a bike ride.

We went to "On the Border last night with Dave and his wife, Barbara. Barbara and I split a Fajita plate and I'm sure that we both got all we wanted to eat. In fact we didn't finish the rice and beans and you know I love them beans. The plate we ordered included some shrimp and pulled pork. I had never had pulled pork as a fajita but it was darned good that way. I guess I should really ask if there is a bad way to eat pulled pork. Put a pork loin in the slow cooker and tear in for some wonderful eating. I do salt and pepper it when I cook it but, I wait until it is done to add any sauce.

I wonder if my writing turns to food in the early morning because I haven't had breakfast yet? I do enjoy cooking and eating. I try to meet Barbara's standards that every meal has some green vegetable and go light on the grease. She has been doing weight watchers for a while and makes weight every month. She looks good and seems to be very healthy. When we don't ride, she tries to get in several thousand steps each day. What ever floats her boat.

The picture above is my niece Jennifer. This year I hope she gets promoted to Captain in the Kansas City Fire Department. She is one of my favorite people and she's as smart as she is good looking. She has been a rower a lot longer than I have been a bike rider.

Have a great day out there.

MUD

Once Upon a Time

2011-09-27T14:41:00.000-04:00

Yes, I know most stories that start out this way are made up or fairy tales. The good part is this is a true story.

When I was in the ninth grade or so, I had a good friend Sheila that I had kind of a crush on. It was long before I had even held hands with a girl let alone kiss one. Because of eating some of her mother's chicken at a church social, I really wanted to manage to get an invitation to a Sunday dinner. Her mother was a cook that knew her way around a stove and could make some chicken that beat the Colonel's stuff all over the place.

I am not sure how I managed to make it happen, but one Sunday I managed to get an invite and her mother made some of that wonderful chicken. I am sure that there were all the normal things with the chicken, but nothing could supplant that chicken for being the lead item at the lunch. I'm sure that I made a fool of myself and after lunch we all went in to the living room to have a pleasant chat after lunch.

I'm not sure how or why, but her mother kinda got serious and looked at us and said, "You two are way too young to be getting serious" Sheila looked at her mother and said, "Mother, I am older right now than you were when you had me." I didn't know what to say or to do.

I am pretty sure that fairly soon after that announcement I managed to find a way to beat a hasty retreat. Here they were talking about marriage and children and all I wanted was a chicken dinner. It was not that long after that I met a sweet girl and Sheila met Dwayne who she later married.

The moral of this story is to be careful what you ask for, chicken dinners can lead to talk way beyond what you expect.

MUD

Three Questions

2011-09-27T10:58:00.000-04:00

Today when I was bored nearly to death, I turned on ABC and saw Rachel Ray ask three questions to the star of Buffy the Vampire slayer. Here is my version:

Three Questions

1. What does your spouse do that annoys you?

2. If you had a clone, what would you want them to do?

3. If you could not do your life's work, what would you think you would have wanted to do?

Answers:

1. My wife often forgets to agree with me. Even if (Seldom) I am right. One of the reasons I was attracted to Barb was that when we met I was on orders to go to Vietnam. Her strong personality made me confident that she could take care of herself. I can't remember a time when she was not able to do everything she wanted to do. Well, there was this one time when she moved to Topeka and I was at Summer Camp and the AC in the new house didn't work. I am pretty sure that a five year old and a new house didn't make things any easier. She called a repairman and it all worked out. It was the hottest summer on record, for the record.

2. I would love to have a clone clean out the garage and do some of the scud work. I have a lot of tools and not enough desire to get everything done.

3. I turned down flight school in the Army. Probably would have gotten myself killed flying a stupid helicopter but hey, it sounds like fun now. I am sure that I would not have met Barb had I gone to flight school and it would have led to a career path entirely different one that was successful.There are times that I want to wish my life full of travel and then about 10 days away from home I miss the things at home.

MUD

Lack of Blogging Motivation

2011-09-25T11:56:00.000-04:00

I guess when it is too warm to be outside or too cold to be outside, I can find the motivation to write more. In the spring and fall, I just seem to find more things to do that are more fulfilling than writing on this blog. One thing we did this last week that burned a whole in as couple of days was go to Clinton, MO and to ride the KATY trail out 10 miles and back. We have been trying to get my Niece Jenn to ride with us as she talked about the trail ride so much we got excited. Seems like her schedule got full and she couldn't work it in. We are excited that she is taking the Captain's exam on Monday and we fully understand that getting ready for a promotion is a lot more important than a trail ride.

Speaking of promotion, I always wondered what it was that made me want to be the boss so much. I worked for some good people and I worked for some pretty poor bosses at times. I learned a lot in both cases. There were some that were so bad that I saw what stupid moves could cause and how good communication could make a job better. The one thing I found the hard way was that it is never easier to move up. There is a break over point where helping your employees and writing evaluations takes away from the satisfaction of doing a good job on minor projects. One thing I found out the hard way was that getting up from your desk was a whole lot easier than sitting in your office trying to find out what your people are doing. I tried several ways to get information from the staff but most of the time it was just best to get up off the desk and go see.

The one thing that the Military did fairly well was to highlight the steps for promotion. There was mandatory education that came at almost every step. Some of it was not needed but in a lot of ways it just made me think about some of the alternatives. After I completed Command and General Staff College, I decided that because I couldn't make general with my job, I would focus on my personal education. I tried to read a different management book about one a month. I think I came up with a lot of good ideas and some that just didn't do anything. I read the "One Minute Manager" to find out what COL Fox was trying to do. He had the steps down but he kept leaving gout the kiss 'em in the the kick 'e, kiss 'em, kick 'em sequence In fact I had to get the book on how to counter the "One Minute Manager" to get him from using it. I saw the book in his trash one day after I shot his process full of holes. I am sure that he thought he was doing a pretty good job of rewarding me until I pointed out that he hadn't done squat for me in three years.

Riding on the KATY Trail

Oh well, moving on and doing things.

MUD

This may Turn Political - Warning! Warning! Warning!

2011-09-21T13:00:00.000-04:00

Every once in a while, I just can't turn it off long enough to relax without a good rant on the blog. Today's is along the lines of Leadership 101. Lead, follow or get the hell out of the way:

It seems pretty clear to me that our congress is headed for a major turn over soon if they don't get things sorted out. They would be well served to make a list of ways to fix what's wrong and prioritize it. I am pretty sure they don't have a clue how to solve problems and they think that throwing money away is their job. A party that communicates to us a list of what they will do could blow the others out of the water.
Businesses have a model to follow. Make a profit, change your business processes to help make a profit or close the doors. Our post office is headed for collapse or a major bail out. Their cheese has moved and they can smell out a better way to find it. Drop Saturday mail delivery first.
Our Education system claims they are failing because of a lack of money. The smartest people we have seem incapable of finding out ways to make education relevant and also find ways to not rely on the old brick and mortar establishment. We are paying about $5,000 per student per year right now. Put up high speed nets in our communities and connect kids in new ways. If we are all going to make a living on computers soon, why are we using the old pencil and paper method in our schools. Why do we have to stop educating to test the kids. Build it into the curriculum and find out the base as we go. Isn't there a model that tells us to teach, review and test. reteach the things that we didn't do well in and then retest. Every once in a while go back and review the important stuff and keep the ball rolling downhill to the goal. Good ideas don't include the need for a Doctorate.
I am fortunate to be married to a darn smart woman. She is thrifty, clean and can be tough as hell when it is needed. She said that in her opinion, it isn't all bad for the Government to play Robin Hood and take from the rich to give to the poor. I keep worrying that we might look like that target but she says unless I start missing meals to shut up and go along for the ride. Right now, we pay almost a dime on the dollar in taxes as sales tax. What is the top limit? Is this a way for all to pay a share?
We have four cars that run and one or two parts and a-part cars in our yard. The newest is seven years old and you wouldn't believe what we pay in property taxes on them. Seems like we should have to only pay taxes on one and then get to move the tags to the car we want to drive. Flat fee for a tag projected on a flat screen where the tag should be and no more standing in line.
Yesterday we went for a ride on the new part of the Shunga trail. I am convinced that from now on, every new street needs to have a bike lane built in. With a few dollars and a little imagination the old railroad trails can be upgraded for bike travel too. We are going to ride the KATY train system starting in Clinton Missouri soon.

Enough good idea, time to retire the good idea fairy for a while.

MUD

Old friends

2011-09-21T12:09:00.000-04:00

The other day I was just perusing through my Facebook account and ran across a name from the past. Marsha Zimmerman (Wollner) was a girl I went to school with for what seemed like forever. You all had friends like that in Elementary school. A really nice girl that for many reasons you knew but never dated. Probably more because I had eyes for my childhood sweetheart who turned out to be more of a Tart than I could have imagined.

My 57 in better days

I contacted Marsha and found out that we have a lot in common, including long marriages. Marsha was a Special education teacher later on in her life and Barbara was one most of her adult life. Marsha and her husband collect and love old cars like I do. We have an unrestored 50 ford, a 53 Chevy three window round nose pick-up and a 57 Chevy Blaire. Barb and I don't show the 57 much anymore and she doesn't go to as many car shows as I do. I love to see the old iron driven and used. The 53 truck is not a daily driver but it does haul our bikes to the local trails as much as we can go.

When I think about my old friends from the old neighborhood, or Dog Patch as it was known, I am haunted by the fact that a lot of my old friends are no longer alive. I am not talking about the older adults from generations older than I am, but Baby Boomer friends that have died over the years. In spite of two of us going to Vietnam, we both came back alive and relatively normal (or what ever that is) The first person we lost was Whitney Phipps. After three tours to Vietnam as a Marine Infantryman, he was killed in a car accident in Southern California. I am not sure who died next but Whitney's older brother John Phipps died a few years later from an illness that he should have survived if he had had someone near to take him to the hospital. My buddy Wayne Reed died of a perforated bowel and died only because he too refused to go to the hospital in time. The last guy on the list was Denny Lawrence who died last year of lung cancer. After years of smoking, it finally got him. That leaves the three Musketeers, Denny Petty, Ronny Sawyer and Harvey Blinn. I am pretty sure it would surprise our parents to see how well the Dog Patch boys have done in life. The bad part of that is that none of our parents them are alive to see our success.

Does this mean that I would haul it all back and change my life? No, I am pretty sure that I have had a great time and plan on spending more time doing the fun stuff. I have no intention to encourage anyone to mourn my death when it happens. I have every intention to slide into my grave all beat up, worn out and broke. Barb will have all the money and everything else. truthfully I am not sure I even want a grave. A simple cremation and a headstone in the Cemetery in Leavenworth is more than enough.

MUD

Falling Down

2011-09-20T11:13:00.001-04:00

The other day, I was listening to TV and they said that after the age of 65, 2 out of 3 people will fall down at least once each year. I am pretty sure that I am going to best that record as I fall down all the time on my bike. The good news is that my recumbent is built with the seat near the ground and I never have far to fall. In fact, twice this week I have taken a tumble and the worst is a small scrape on my right knee. Yesterday I fell down and I landed on my back and rolled. No major bruises or skin scrapes. I do have a slight balance problem caused by my ears but I try to keep "Nose over Toes" like they told my mother for years.

Life is pretty good when your view point is the top of the pole

Yesterday the weather went from 60 to 85 way too fast. We ate lunch and waited an hour to go riding. I was dressed for a ride about 11 AM and by 1 PM I was way too warm. We did about 10 miles and it felt pretty good.

544 Byrd, Wichita, KS 1968

Oh well, if your biggest decision is what picture you want to use on your profile on Facebook, life is pretty good.

MUD

Rain

2011-09-19T11:27:00.000-04:00

The Monarchs are en route to Mexico

Over the weekend, we had a couple periods of nice rain and while we are still behind for the year, it is a nice start. I know Barb likes to put her plants to bed with their feet wet. Perhaps the trees will now stop dropping their leaves early and wait for the first frost. I was in the 50's this morning so that won't be that far away.

It is time to begin my annual rodent eradication program. I set several mouse traps by the door and I call it my defense in depth. The mice spend their time in the summer outside and start to look for a winter home about this time each year. The good news is that they are suckers for peanut butter. If it was only that easy to get rid of the squirrels I would have it made.

Here in the heartland, we have a Food Store Chain called "HyVee." They are based out of Iowa and provide the best meat I can find in the area. It isn't cheap but man is it good. They have a rib eye that you can cut with a fork. I marinade the meat and cook it slow over a hickory smoke fire. It doesn't get much better than that. I generally gook enough that we have planned overs as the base for other meals. I make what my mother called a hash with precooked steak and potatoes that is excellent. Throw in a side of the couscous salad I made and it is a meal fit for a king.

At what time in your life have you had problems with your teeth? As a kid I was a lot less than diligent about brushing and have a mouth full of teeth filled with fillings. A lot of those have been covered with a crown and I went about five years without a cavity. The last two times I went to the Dentist I have had to have a tooth or tho filled and the dentist has his eye on a tooth for a crown. he tells me that it is broken and probably will fall apart some day in the near future. Oh well, I have enough to smile.

Have a great day out there.

MUD

Ponzi Scheme

2011-09-18T10:12:00.000-04:00

Our paper this morning had a cartoon on the opinion page and it showed Social Security and the Trickle Down theory with Uncle Sam asking what a Ponzi Scheme was. I don't remember when it happened, but a guy named Ponzi invented a swindle scheme where he promised investors a large rate of return on an investment. He paid the early investors out of the income from the later investors (Keeping a large share for himself) until the whole thing fell apart. I'm pretty sure the name Ponzi and the saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it probably is" were both named after him. I am not sure what I paid into over my lifetime, but I am pretty sure that I am one of the few that will not get my money back. Even though I have paid my 40 quarters into the system, they have greatly reduced my payments because of my Military retirement. Oh well, So far so good on everything else.

Barb and I planted a bunch of wildflower seeds in our prairie yesterday and right on time Mother nature is watering them. It is nice to watch the grass pasture turn into a wildflower garden. The only thing I hate is the ragweed growing there. I guess I need to spend a little time next spring doing my best to eradicate it. There are a couple of places that it has a good head start and we all are allergic to it.

I enjoyed the first half of the KU football game yesterday against Georgia Tech. The Yellow jacket coach said at halftime that he hopes his team can continue to perform and his defense needs to step up. That's what happened and the second half was not fun to watch.

Sleeping on the ground

2011-09-17T14:09:00.000-04:00

For almost a year, I spent the majority of the nights sleeping where we stopped for the day. In 1968, I was in Vietnam. I spent almost all fo my time either as a Forward Observer with an infantry Company or with the gun battery forward deployed on a mountain top. That meant that comfort was something that was pretty darned important. I can't tell you the value of a darned good air mattress. The ones made for the Military were basically rubber tubes that you inflated by blowing them up. Depending on how many punctures they had, they stayed inflated for a short period of time. If you were lucky they would stay inflated for a couple of hours. It was fairly easy to fall asleep and stay that way unless the ground was rocky. Most of the time the ground was soft and muddy and you put your poncho under the mattress. If you really couldn't sleep, you would blow it up again and go back to sleep.

I can't tell you the number of times I would swing by a supply room and trade a really bad air mattress for one that was"Good." On one trip to the supply room I made a decision that I would demand a new bag still in the plastic bag. (That and a fifth of good whiskey would get you one) The first night that damned mattress just went whoosh and whole end just blew out the seam. Back the next morning to the supply room and I got a replacement. I took it and went back to the field. That mattress was solid gold. It never leaked even a puff of air. I was in hog heaven for a short time.

I finally came up on a time for an R&R and as i was leaving, "Twiggy" asked me if he could use that great mattress while I was on leave. I made him swear to take care of it and left thinking good things about my meeting with the wife.

LT Petty and Barb in Vegas

While I was on R&R, the unit moved from just outside Kontum to way the hell out to the west on the top of a mountain. It seems that we also got a new Battery Commander that for obvious reasons everyone called Fat Albert. This guy was big and fat all over. I arrived back and went over to the FDC to get my air mattress back. Twiggy was almost in tears when he saw me. He asked me to come outside (To keep the blood off the chart tables if I did rip off his head. He stopped hy the small sand bag hooch he slept in and brought out the mattress. It was flat and right in the middle was a size 12 boot print.

Twiggy said that he was taking the air mattress outside to give it some sum after a rain and a mortar round fell somewhere on the fire base. Fat Albert was about 25 feet from the FDC bunker door just as Twiggy was coming out. Fat Albert knocked Twiggy down and stepped right in the middle of him and my mattress. The mattress exploded and Albert fell down thinking that another mortar round had hit there by the door.

I think the story softened the blow of losing a good mattress. As it turned out, I spent the rest of my time in Vietnam in a location I could sleep on a cot so the flat mattress was not as big a deal. I never did hear what happened to the unit after I left. When I left Vietnam, the supply had lost my footlocker so the only thing I had was a small suitcase I brought back from hawaii and the uniform I was wearing. I had to borrow some kacki's to go home in.

MUD

Middle of the Week

2011-09-14T10:51:00.000-04:00

Mother Nature is playing games with the heartland. Normally there is a rain associated with the passage of a cool front. Seems like we are getting cooler each week and we are still 4 inches behind for the year. The corn crops are almost not worth the effort to harvest and I am not sure what the soybeans are doing. The beans look good as you drive by but is there any pods as they near harvest?

My father's first cousin in Dr Mark "Tiger" Edmonds and he sent me a release about his new book. "The Lonesome Lowdown Long-gone Outbound Scootertrash Blues". Go to drmarktigeredmonds@yahoo.com to find the information about purchasing a copy. I have read several of his books and I loved them. Tiger is an author that recounts his adventures on a motorcycle in some of the most beautiful language you you would ever want to read. On his web site, listen to his recordings and you will be transported to places far away. His images are from the roads less traveled and sights most of us haven't seen. For the record, he doesn't ride a Harley and get into fights.

We finally have hung out a suet block and it is the start of the bird feeding season. We get to watch the birds as they jockey for a space on the suet block or at the seed feeder. Last winter I bought a bag of mixed seeds for the ground feeders so they can have something when the snow was on the ground. I put it in the sunflower seed feeder and the birds have managed to spill almost all of the white Milo out on the ground. Oh well, can't have everything.

Better run and go get something done even if I don't know what it is.

MUD

Beans

2011-09-13T09:42:00.000-04:00

What is better than Red Beans and rice on Sunday? Left over Red Beans and rice on Monday. I guess I am my Daddy's son as he too loved a pot of beans. Mom's version was navy Beans and ham and I prefer either Pinto beans or Red Beans. I need to get some shredded cheese and some jalapenos to spice up the corn bread. Now if I could just figure out how to power my recumbent on methane gas, I'll bet I could really power myself around the lake.

Friday morning last week, I hauled out the trash and forgot that because of Labor Day the trash service would come on Saturday. Late Friday night a wind storm blew through and scattered trash all over the place. Barb took pity on my and she went out and picked up the trash and carried in the cans.

This morning Barb fixed me some home made bread with some pear butter on it. Mighty tasty. The Asian Pears didn't do well this year due to the dry and heat but the yellow pears have done fine. With a lack of apples or Asian pears, she has been playing with the regular pears. The house sure smelled great yesterday with the crock pot full of pears and cinnamon.

Better run and get ready for a bike ride.

MUD

Stupid

2011-09-08T11:46:00.000-04:00

I cut down two trees in two days and on the third day trimmed up the evergreens in the front yard. I must have worked the muscles hard enough that they let me aggravate my sciatic nerve. Now that I have spent a couple days in a prone position, I am slightly better. The real problem is when I spend to much time on my feet or sit here at the computer and pontificate.

About noon I am going to take Barb and the bikes over to the ball diamonds at the lake and see if I can even sit upright enough to ride a ways there. I will stay on the parking lot where the slope is only a couple of degrees and probably Barb will ride out on the bike path. We'll see what we see.

As you can see, there is no shortage of trees at Rabbit Run

Barb and I discussed a route to the east coast this morning. I think I would like to go up through Flint Michigan to see where my Dad's family came from. I doubt that there are any relatives there that I know. The last I knew was Aunt Mary who went to Florida the last I heard.

Better run and rest up from resting up.

MUD

65 Degrees out there

2011-09-04T10:46:00.000-04:00

Now this is what I'm talking about. Unless you are at the lake and swimming, the weather outside right now is what I expect for Labor day. We missed the rain they predicted but at least the hot air is on the way somewhere else.

Yesterday we had the bikes in the truck and were just walking out the door when the phone rang. It was the kids and they were headed over to the farmer's market. Did we want to go? Sure, why not. The also were going to pick up Austen and Kyler so that always makes it more fun. Even more fun was the fact that Rikku and her daddy walked with us as we explored the booths. I think we bought a watermelon, a bag of coffee and some squash. By the time we finished our trek around the place, it was just too warm to ride. I unloaded the bikes and we spent the day inside.

Geek Squad Guy, Dave

Early in the day yesterday, I put a pork loin in the crock pot. I am on the verge of changing my favorite meal from pot roast to pork loin in the pulled pork version. Cook it long and slow in the crock pot and then pull the meat apart with a serving fork. I put just enough of the cooking liquid in to keep it moist and tender. I also added just a little BBQ sauce and some additional marinade that has a Soy Sauce taste. Put that on buns and it is great. The kids love cinnamon rolls and Barb whipped up a batch that had a kind of caramel on top. The kids left me one but Barb ate it while I fooled around. Oh well. "You Snooze, you lose."

Football player sidelined with a busted wing

Sometimes you want to choke them or hug them your choice

The cartoon pages had several themes this morning but the most consistent is that kids start school in the fall. Here in the heartland they have been in school a couple of weeks. All we needed when I was a kid was from Labor Day to Memorial Day. I guess there is so much more to learn today. Pretty much when we left school, we got to play, not go home and check our Facebook and E-mail. Throw in an early afternoon western with Deputy Dusty Rhoads and we were set. I'm not sure that I would know how to set up any more electronic devices to my TV. Heck, when I watch a movie on Blue Ray it changes the settings and I have to stop and think my way back to the Satellite dish. Instead of the time on the VHS blinking 12, 12, 12... I have a DVR that contains nothing. I am so seldom gone when something important is on that I have not found much to record. I am not sure how to watch things I record so I don't really worry. I also know there is a setting that will allow me to pause live TV but I am afraid I might cause a warp in the time space continuum. (Like I could cause that, I just told you I don't record anything)

Last week I mentioned Barb's cashew-blueberry waffles and here's the proof

See Y'a on Monday.

MUD

Saturday

2011-09-03T10:56:00.000-04:00

It is strange that the Saturday to the Labor Day Weekend feels a lot like any other day when you are retired. I can remember being so excited to have a three day weekend followed by an 11 day week. Yes, I drilled in the guard for over 20 years and the first weekend after Labor day was drill so we would have a three day weekend followed by an 11 day week. By the next weekend, we would be so worn out that Saturday would be a Mental Health day and most of it would be just a day to charge the batteries. I would try to keep projects that required little thought for that day. Mowing comes to mind as one of the major projects. Turn the mower on, plug in the radio and make crop circles in the yard. If I was lucky it was the last time all year that I would need to mow.

Thinking about mowing brings to mind some of the best things I have spent money on over the years.

When we bought the rental houses in 1990, the owner had a mower that he used. I made him an offer and he sold it to me. It was a Case riding mower and I ride it even today. I have had to modify it some and replace the motor but it has dollar for dollar been one of the best things I ever bought. During that time, I have worn out at least 10 push mowers and more weed whackers than I can even remember.
Dollar per mile the Volvo Wagon was a pretty good buy. Dad drove it well over 150,000 miles and I replaced the drive train and drove it almost that much more. I found a Volvo that had never been delivered to the dealer and was torn up in a train wreck and put the entire running gear in the Wagon. It went lots of miles well and was fun to drive.
My wife said that her father repaired TV's from almost the beginning of TV. His brand of choice was a Zenith. When i came home from Vietnam we bought a black and white Zenith in Colorado Springs in 1969. That damned TV lasted and lasted and lasted and finally I bought a color Zenith in Ottawa. I gave that old black and white TV to the NCO club in Ottawa and when I went back to command that unit in 1987, it was still working. To the best of my knowledge, it never had been worked on and the picture was just fine for an old black and white TV.
As a kid, I can remember only one new bike. Like most of you, I inherited most of my bikes from older kids. Most of the time it was one of those humongous fat tired girls bikes that I had to stand up and pedal cause my butt didn't reach the seat. As man times as I slipped off the pedals, it was probably good that it was a girls bike of I'm sure that I would have busted my family jewels. My only new bike was a Race Bike from sears and I for the life of me don't remember what brand. It lasted about two years and it was stolen by one of the neighborhood hoods. I found it about a week later painted with house paint and ridden while the paint was still tacky. It had sand stuck in the paint on the lower frame and I managed to get it back with the threat of calling the police. That bike probably cost my father about a weeks wages and it didn't last two years. The reason I say that, is my brother-in-law found Barb an EZ-1 at a garage sale and it has been the best little bike, dollar per mile. He made my bike and it has been one of the best dollar per smile. I hope to ride it many more over the next years.
For most of my life I was a General Motors fan. 55, 56 and 57 Chevy's, a 69 Malibu, a 71 Vega, a 78 Malibu, a 94 Buick, a 97 Olds and a 53 Chevy Pickup. Barb was looking for a newer car for me and ran across a 2004 Ford Crown Victoria with 18,000 miles. We went to look at it and other than a kind of dirty driver's seat the car was in great shape. It wasn't until we took our first road trip that I realized the value of the car. In addition to just driving like a dream, it gets 25 MPG on the road. You can arrive places feeling you you have been home sitting on the couch or your recliner. It is a little bigger than Barb likes to drive but it is one that her back and mine can stand miles after miles. Yes, I imagine my carbon footprint is pretty large, but comfort miles per dollar are pretty high.

Bikes on the round nose with round belly

Y'all have a good time out there and be safe.

MUD

Better Days

2011-09-02T11:10:00.001-04:00

The weatherman said that yesterday was hopefully the last day over 100 for the year. There is a cool front going to pass here tonight and it will be in the mid 80's for the rest of the Labor day weekend. This morning it was about 80 with a good 10 MPH breeze from the south. Great riding weather. Barb and I ride the same route and she stops to take pictures. I ride another couple of miles and today got in 10.5 miles in about 50 minutes. I'm sure that the camera and the telephoto lens Barb carries is at least the equivalent of another couple of miles.

Whenever Barb gets out the waffle iron, she always makes a few extra waffles. Throw those extra in the freezer and use the toaster to heat them up for a quick breakfast. Barb likes to put a few blueberries in a cup with a little water and we top the waffles with them. Throw in a few cashews and a little syrup and it is "good eats." For the longest time I thought I didn't like waffles. I could get to love them.

I see that the southern states are due to get a bunch of rain. My pal Andy in Louisiana said he mowed his yard short and put his mower in storage for the year. Sounds like he may have to get a shovel and scrape the mud off the lawn soon.

There are a few things that make me wonder. How come you have the right to tell people to not display a cross? I thought we had freedom of religion not freedom from religion. To me, that means that you can mind your own business and as long as I don't hit you with a cross it is not your right to even notice. How come we have the right to bear arms and yet people think I have to register my guns? That is especially true if I want to carry concealed. Bite me. That smile on my face might be just the strain of carrying my gun in my pants.

Oh well, Better run.

MUD

September

2011-09-01T10:07:00.000-04:00

Just yesterday I sat under a giant walnut tree by Clinton lake and thought what a wonderful place. You couldn't hear any man made sounds, only the sounds of the cicadas and a family of noisy crows just over the hill. The weather was perfect and I realized just how lucky I am.


I am saving this design for when I'm too old to ride the trails

A lot of that great feeling is because of the idea my brother-in-law, Ken planted a few years back. He came for a visit and brought his recumbent bike. I loved the idea of being able to sit down on a large seat and enjoy pedaling down bike paths. With his guidance and bike building abilities, we now get to spend hours and at least 200 miles a year seeing places that a lot of people don't go. While we were looking for parts and pieces, Ken found a recumbent, an EZ-1, in a sale ad. We bought it and considered using it for parts until Barb rode it for the first time. She smiled and it became her bike. We found other parts for my bike and now we smile together as we ride. Ken also helped me rebuild the 53 Pick-up truck and we throw the bikes in the back and ride from trail to trail.

A lot of the feeling also comes from the fact that a few years back, Barb started managing our money and played Dave Ramsey better than he does. She didn't have to preach all that pay your bills crap, she just did it. When we retired, we did so with a stash of cash and the bills paid off. So far we have been able to live off the retirement checks and she is holding on to the investments. When we started to invest, we decided that the return of our money is more important than the return on our money and so far the volatility of the stock market hasn't dented her future plans. Of all the 401 (k)s, 503 (b)s and whatever, only a very small went into a mutual stock program. It has bounced up and down like a pogo stick and I am glad we don't have to depend on it to make ends meet. Besides, all I have to do is to ask our account manager how the account is doing and he doesn't try to get us to invest more.

The third best thing we did was to purchase the 18 acres here on Tecumseh creek. Any time I want to go out and wonder around in the forest, there are things to do that can take all the time I want to spend. I could fuel a fireplace for years off the wood I have down right now. Not that I want to fuel a wood stove to keep me busy.

I guess the last thing that makes life wonderful is that I can manage to kill more time than anyone I know and Barb doesn't seem to mind. Take her riding now and then and to the library and she is as content as a cat in the window. Like that cat, I'm not sure what she does but as long as she enjoys herself, why would I bother her?

MUD