Saturday, September 03, 2005

Katrina




Hurricane Katrina







In the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, I have spent long
hours at work, working my days off, due to the influx of guests which arrived
ahead of the storm. The hotel’s services have really been taxed. Food, ice,
drinks, the elevators, emergency generator power, and the plumbing have all
been tested, as well as our patience. So far, with only a few glitches, we have
done exceptionally well.




The number of people with pets, mostly dogs, but one snake
that we know of, has caused management to re-think our pet policy, i.e., no
more accepted. This is in large part due to the constant peeing of all the dogs
in close proximity, and the inconsiderate guests who just let them go where
ever they want, the G.M. with a low tolerance for stress and a short fuse, and
one manager who seems hell bent on overdosing him with exaggerated and constant
complaints.







I have seen a good share of good and decent folks in bad
situations, and we are doing our best to accommodate them. The displaced and
homeless, with nowhere to go, the guests who wait in the lobby for a chance of
a room, the lady who hasn’t stopped crying for days, the girl who hasn’t heard
from her father, or a brother who’s conversation ended with his cell phone battery
was running low, the hillbilly lady, who looks like she’s straight from the backwoods, but has
money to burn. Oh, and the rude guests as well.







We locally breathed a sigh of relief as Katrina turned
eastward and narrowly avoided New Orleans, we were anticipating winds of 100
MPH as far as 200 miles inland, that would be us. The refugees are continuing
to trickle in, some from the west side of New Orleans that was not devastated
by floodwaters but are now feeling threatened in their own homes by the lack of
civility and the necessity to arm and barricade themselves in their homes. They’ve
decided it’s not worth it. We have experienced a run on our gasoline, there are
shortages and long lines everywhere, with prices now at an all time high of
$2.99 for regular, and rising. There is no such thing as ice. Eggs, and
beverages of all kinds are spotty with lots of empty shelves.




We are beginning to feel the effects of 1 ½ million
displaced people, the first wave being the people who heeded the call for
evacuating, and those who had the transportation and money to run, our roads
were jammed with travelers. We now are getting some of the less desirables,
those who would take advantage of anyone with a greater venerability than their
own. There are stories of weapons displayed at the gas pumps, peoples shopping
carts snatched from them in the parking lots. The super Walmart closed for
several hours due to one incident. The delivery trucks have armed guards while
they unload their goods and I have seen the local police keeping order at the
BP station and others on the main highway. There are thugs breaking in homes in
Natchez, and police friends say gang members are up looking for new territory.




I have tried unsuccessfully to acquire a diesel tank and
fuel for the hotel’s generator so we would not be caught without emergency power
due to a lack of fuel during outages, we had about a four hour period when all
of south-west Mississippi and east-central Louisiana was without power due to
the loss of the last one of the 5 power grids went down. I suspect we will lose
power again on several occasions as they attempt to bring up the downed power
lines. I have learned from an acquaintance that the government has commandeered
all of the tanks, tankers, and fuel in the area. The Natchez mayor must have
spoke prematurely in the paper when he said no one would be allowed more than
one tank of gas at a fill-up. The following day, he retracted his statement and
said people would be allowed to buy up to $100 worth at a time. I suppose this
is to avoid some of the chaos that people are capable of if we think there is a
shortage of something.




I have had little time to watch more than a few glimpses of
the news from the coast, mostly just catching a little news and commentary on
NPR on my way to & from work; people are dying in the streets, looting/crime
is rampant, the government is too slow too respond, they have rehearsed this
scenario for years, the people who are abandoned in New Orleans are
disproportionately black, and poor, and unemployed, etcetera.




I don’t know the answer to any of this, and I don’t care to
think one-sided, but sometimes I wonder if this seemingly disastrous evacuation
plan couldn’t be the plan, gone awry, of course. New Orleans has been crime
ridden for years and getting worse. What could be better than a natural
disaster flooding the overcrowded east side crammed with poor, uneducated,
non-productive, socially problematic citizens? Damn those survivors hanging out
on those overpasses hollering for food and water!




Only God knows why the storm turned to avoid a complete and
swift flooding of tsunamic proportions. Only God knows why there aren’t just
100,000 bodies floating in the ocean, rest their souls. What more can make the
American people wake up and see that we are unprotected and don’t have enough
foot soldiers? What will it take to bring back the draft?




If
this sounds like sci-fi, I have the script all wrote down in my head, waiting
for the movie. Meantime, my family is taking extra precautions. I can’t let my
wife go to the mall alone anymore, I can’t let her go out at night by herself
to pick up the boys from a church function. The home that we have recently
acquired and has taken us years to get only makes us look affluent (we’re not),
and therefore a target for the unlawful. We hear reports of a policeman shot
for a jug of water, a brother shoots his sister over a bag of ice, and for the
first time the dog is out. We are not alone though, our neighbors are wary as well.
There will be years of consequences. 




 










Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Familial ties:


I ran across an interesting story this evening, and I've included a
link to the article just in case some of you have the time.

I was looking for
a suitable image to borrow to convey the image in my mind of the family
that stayed at the hotel last week, the image I was looking for is not there, so I can only try to convey it
with words. I've debated with
myself whether or not to write such a post as this one, but I can't
seem to let it go. This is the second time I've decided to write this article.
...A father and his son, a little guy of about 10 were
walking ahead of mom and daughter and were easily out distancing them,
they were already ahead on the sidewalk by probably 20 paces or so,
their laughter and chatter was pleasant, and as they approached the
entrance, the father paused to look back and seemingly satisfied, they
went on their way. Behind them was a daughter, who looked to be about
17, and pretty, but modestly so. She looked just like any other teenager
that you might see in the mall, with long blond hair and jeans, and
blossoming into early womanhood, except that on her arm was her
mother, who was
slowing her down, as she
was bent nearly 90 degrees forward at the waist, and leaning heavily on this
young girl's arm. She was thin and frail, her skin stretched tightly
over her very visible bones, yet she was easy to look at, and I didn't
feel as though I was staring impolitely. I  sensed a pride to this
woman, even in her obviously handicapped body, and there was something
about this whole family that showed character and strength. I knew
instantly what I was looking at, it was love, and there was no shame.


"The story of severely disabled people is as
much about love and understanding as it is about sickness or sorrow."
angelashouse



























Sunday, August 07, 2005

Driveway Art




From an aspiring artist, introducing Kailani art.
Yesterday, she did the blue, today, she went back and added the white to "mine" blue.
Sounds very Eleazar. The pink is her brother's

Monday, July 25, 2005

Old & New


my pretty grandbaby, she makes me very proud.

We brought along all 10 tons of our old stuff and it fits right in with the new. With a little help from Debbie, who is an excelent and very fast decorator, then Lotus and Lydia, who added their touches in rearranging and placement and of course, us, who never quit moving things, we are in the process of making our unique blend of old & new.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

more stuff




hope jackie is in a good mood,
here is more stuff you can come after.
not the door though, just some better shots.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Home & Family




Our first few days in the new place are full and behind us. We have enjoyed company, food, July 4th, and more.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

kay's first day


doing what comes natural

i can't imagine it any other way.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

my birthday!




1 years old when this video was taken. kodak moment.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

less is more


final paperwork on monday

taking our cue from HGTV, we are downsizing and clearing away some of the clutter

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Bently again



spent all day at the bentley in alexandria today, familiarizing myself
with the equipment, and trying to help the GM get his air condition
going in his vacant bldg. managed to get much of it running but
returned to the boiler room to re-try the equip we skipped over because
there was no power, and we didn't know if power was controlled from
another piece of equip or not.

turns out the breaker that i pointed out when we first started that was
tripped went to one of his motor control centers and everything that had
no power was running from there. it had a short in the buss bars and
I spent a couple of hours educating the electricians that I had him call
in. and no, it is not the $1,200 breaker.

who cares you say? well I took my camera to capture this picture for
you of a
sculpture that i found interesting. if it looks like a bunch of old a/c
ducts of various sizes bolted together thats because...well, I don't
know what the artist was thinking, but he managed to sell this big pile
of scrap to the city for a nice chunk of change i'm sure. goes to show,
Dad was right, people will buy anything.      
 

Monday, May 23, 2005

I've won a Multiply T-Shirt, or, I've won kay a nite shirt, boo.



Here it is, and very nice. I won this for being the worlds greatest Dad
& Grandpa, or, because I followed directions and went out and
multiplied, or, I earned it answering a survey.

In any event, there are only twenty t-shirts given out like this one,
whats the chances of me running into one of the other 19?
Anyway, kay looks ready to multiply and replenish the earth, so guess I'll let her wear it a little. ;O)







Sunday, May 22, 2005

Snow?



Today is a good day.

Heard from two long lost friends that haven't been much in touch for a
while. First, my boy Darrell, who thinks he's all grown up and doesn't
need to call, write, or stop by anymore, since he's moved so far away (9
whole miles). Then my brother Charles surprised me with a call. He
happened to be eating out at a mexican restaurant and something must
have reminded him, "oh yeah, I do
have a brother".

Quotes are mine for emphasis.

In any case, it was kinda nice to hear from both of them, and I have a
tentative agreement for a home visit (aw, shucks), one for tomorrow,
and one for Juneteenth bah, humbug day.

So, I'll hang around here and wait and see, and as always for either of them, "I'll leave the light on for ya".














Monday, May 16, 2005

Mama still knows best


When helping move Saturday, I stopped by the Handipak and bought a pack
of smokes so I wouldn't run out. Somehow, Mama spots them on the
dashboard and picks them up, we have no idea what she intends to do
with them. After a few minutes of watching her when I could, It 
seemed that she was looking for a place to dispose of them but had not
yet crushed them as I kinda expected. I finally walked over and asked
her to "let me have these, Mama", as she still clutched them in her
hand and was about to let go, she looks me in the eyes and says, "You
are dying too soon". I told her "I know Mama".

Anyway, today is my first effort to kick the habit. I finished the pack
in question and haven't bought another.





Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Broken Glasses




mama is funny, sometimes she tickles herself
in these photos both lenses are dangling.
she notices right away and doesn't mind a little fun

Monday, May 02, 2005

woman driver posted for: LaShaye


Lashaye is wondering if she would like multiply?
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A
WOMAN DRIVER

A driver did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk even
though he could have beaten the
red light by accelerating through the
intersection.

The tailgating woman behind him went ballistic, pounding on
her horn and screaming in
frustration as she missed her chance to drive
though the intersection with him. Still in mid-
rant, she heard a tap on her
window and looked up into the face of a very serious police
officer. The
policeman ordered her out of her car with her hands up in the air. He then

handcuffed her, took her to the police station where she was searched,
fingerprinted,
photographed and placed in a holding cell.

After a
couple of hours, another policeman approached her cell, opened the door and let
her
out. He escorted her back to the booking desk where the arresting
officer was waiting with
her personal effects.

He said to her, "I'm
very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while
you
were blowing your horn and flipping the guy off in front of you and cussing a
blue
streak at him. It was then I noticed the "Choose Life" license plate
holder, the "What would
Jesus Do" bumper sticker, the "Follow me to Sunday
School" bumper sticker and the chrome
plated Christain Fish emblem on the
trunk."

"Naturally, I assumed you had stolen the
car."









Saturday, April 30, 2005

Martha, Peggy, & Kailani




Kailani joins Martha and Peggy, the two gossips on the gossip couch for a friendly chat about everybody.
These dolls are kept for her till she is a little older.

Mamas Birthday




A small celebration of yesterday, today, and tomorrow for our Mother on her 79th Birthday.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Once upon a blue day, re-visited


My baby boy Darrell is moving to Clayton this weekend. I will be at
work so I cannot help him. Eleven years ago, my Dad helped me move in
here and with painting & repairs.

He is thrilled
about a nicer place, but, I will miss him. Personal conversations are rare, his
life partner doesn't trust him talking privately with his dad much.

They (Darrell
& Heather) have lived next door for two years so they
could get a head start, and he has not yet worn out his welcome. This may all seem so
trivial compared to all that many of you have been through, but, I wish my boy the best.

There
are so many different emotions I cannot say. I will be praying for my
boys mental health and happiness, and Son, "I'll leave the light on for
ya".




Friday, March 18, 2005

Art?




doodling with mspaint, censored
some have alluded to my lack of cartoon skills so i've added a bonafide sample of some pics i actually drew line by line from my imagination with mspaint. it's art, and it's difficult, and although the uncensored images i consider inappropriate for networking, it really is pretty good. I've done pencil & ink wildlife as well.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Once upon a blue day

My Place
"My baby boy Darrell is moving to Clayton this weekend. I will be at work so I cannot help him. Eleven years ago, my Dad helped me move in here and with painting & repairs.
At first he seemed thrilled about a nicer place but now he doesn't seem too happy with this and has briefly expressed his concerns. Personal conversations are rare, his life partner doesn't like him talking privately with his dad.
His living arrangements appear to be this; her mother has bought a trailer & property in Clayton, and Darrell will be paying for it for 15 years, with no say over what he can or can not do there. In my view, essentially a renter. I wish I could say that they are looking out for their daughters, my grand babies, and Darrell's best interests, but these are not good people who are honest and a handshake would be as good as gold. These are evil selfish people that have no qualms about who they can use and squash, in fact, they relish it. They (Darrell & Heather) have lived next door for two years rent free so they could get a head start, and he has not worn out his welcome. My heart aches for him. I have higher hope for my boys. This may all seem so trivial compared to all that many of you have been through, but I worry that I see bigger heartaches down the road. I wish my boy the best.
There are so many different emotions I cannot say. I will be praying for my boys mental health and happiness, and Son, 'I'll leave the light on for ya'."

Once upon a blue day






My baby boy Darrell is moving to Clayton this weekend. I will be at
work so I cannot help him. Eleven years ago, my Dad helped me move in
here, and with painting & repairs.
At first he seemed thrilled about a nicer place but now he doesn't seem
too happy with this and has briefly expressed his concerns. Personal
conversations are rare, his life partner doesn't like him talking
privately with his dad.
His living arrangements appear to be this;
her mother has bought a trailer & property in Clayton, and Darrell
will be paying for it for 15 years, with no say over what he can or can
not do there. In my view, essentially a renter. I wish I could say that
they are looking out for their daughters, my grand babies, and
Darrell's best interests, but these are not good people who are honest
and a handshake would be as good as gold. These are evil selfish people
that have no qualms about who they can use and squash, in fact, they
relish it. They (Darrell & Heather) have lived next door for two
years rent free so they could get a head start, and he has not worn out
his welcome. My heart aches for him. I have higher hope for my boys.
This may all seem so trivial compared to all that many of you have been
through, but I worry that I see bigger heartaches down the road. I wish
my boy the best.
There are so many different emotions I cannot say.
I will be praying for my boys mental health and happiness, and Son,
"I'll leave the light on for ya".




Wednesday, March 02, 2005

just in case




you all thought i was kicked back eating ice cream...

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

For Lotus

Here's a book made with you in Mind;
amazon

Editorial Reviews
Product Description:
Grandma goes to Law School is a motivating and inspiring guide for those who wants to take control of their lives and pursue their dreams. Here is a very readable, charming guidebook that will show you how to live your dreams and enjoy every moment of life with a smile on your face. This book includes a dozen stories of ordinary people who achieved their lifelong goals later in life. For example, there is Jeanette Goldstein who at the young age of 83 graduated from Syracuse Law School and earned a spot in the Guinness Book of World Records! So what is your dream? To earn a degree? Come out of retirement? Change Careers? Run a Marathon? Start your own company? Begin a career for the first time? Find the Fountain of Youth? Why Not! Whatever your dream is, this book will inspire you to put your dreams into action and achieve an abundance of anything you desire. It is never too late!
PS i dont know why this made me think of you.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Dance Baby Dance Dancin' Bandstand


thankyou aunte lotus!

aunt Lotus makes a great find for an early birthday present

Thursday, January 06, 2005

Art fountains

Status:   CLOSED
Category:   Collectibles
Price:   negotiated & up

Hand made artistic copper flaming water fountain retrofit for your yard or patio. Each one custom designed for your specific needs. I can build a retrofit kit for your existing fountain. Conversions are handmade and custom built for your existing garden, patio, or landscape fountain.photos fountain2
Who is the God of Fire? Hephaestos is the Greek God of fire and metalworkers. In Roman mythology, Vulcan, is the god of destructive fire and craftsmanship.


Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Hotrodding




kailani discovers where we keep her stuffed toys

Thursday, December 30, 2004

In Rememberance

In Remembrance
My wife's uncle, Edmund Dobson, was laid to rest today, December 30, 2004, at the age of 76 years old. He succumbed to cancer, a battle that has been ongoing for at least the past 28 years that I have known him, as I can remember him applying a prescription acid, which smarted quite a bit, to the skin melanoma that he had on his arms and hands.
He was a hard working individual, and quite a character, also anytime there was a death in the family, close or not, you could find his face in the crowd, dutifully paying his last respects.
Around 26 years ago, while there was a short lull in the wildcat drilling in the area, I worked for him on a roust-a-bout crew. The pay was not good, and the work was hard, and this was when he seemed to be at his finest. Often as we toiled alongside another crew, and they would be taking extended card playing lunch breaks, we would be painting walking beams, spraying diesel, and using sling blades to clean up around the tank batteries. He said, "We have to earn our paychecks".
Earn it we did, as we waded knee deep in oil slicked waters, covering the oil with bales of hay so that the wildlife management personnel would not see it as they flew over in airplanes and impose hefty fines. We made up pipe lines and tightened them as quickly as you could walk from one connection to the next, the sun taking it's toll as your vision clouded over with darkness, seeing nothing but floating white spots, which cleared as you walked to the next joint, only to repeat the process. We filled sand bags and wheellbarrowed them to the edge of a gully 50 yards away then threw them into a washout when the dump truck delivering the sand could have easily unloaded within 20 feet from the gorge. "We have to make a day of it", he says. When I reminded him of this on occasion throughout the years, he only smiled with pride. I also learned a new meaning for the term "pipe dope", and in no way was it entertaining.
There were times when job duties required driving from one location to another, and there was no use removing the work gloves as he sped down dusty dirt roads or bumpy mud trails. On the drive home, though, there was plenty of time as he never motored over 45 MPH at the end of the day. It was frustrating but we grew accustomed to it as there was nothing to be done to change his style.
I can assure you that I learned some valuable lessons from him about work ethics and dedication, which has followed me to this day. I say this as I pen this note while sitting comfortably at my office desk, which, by the way, I earned.
So as the family is filled with sadness, and wife Maria, my father-in law's sister, is in poor health herself, I think back and I am grateful to have known this man, he has not left this world untouched, and I in turn touch others because of him. Some may come away with bitterness, others with important values and I am thankful that it is appointed unto man only once to die, which insinuates that we live forever, and dying is just a process somewhere in the middle, and that all the lives you touch here remember you, and will become a testament of your life and how you lived it, for better or for worse.
Thanks Uncle Ed, from an old hand, fare-the-well.
June 19, 1928 - December 28, 2004

In Rememberance

In Remembrance
My wife's uncle, Edmund Dobson, was laid to rest today, December 30, 2004, at the age of 76 years old. He succumbed to cancer, a battle that has been ongoing for at least the past 28 years that I have known him, as I can remember him applying a prescription acid, which smarted quite a bit, to the skin melanoma that he had on his arms and hands.
He was a hard working individual, and quite a character, also anytime there was a death in the family, close or not, you could find his face in the crowd, dutifully paying his last respects.
Around 26 years ago, while there was a short lull in the wildcat drilling in the area, I worked for him on a roust-a-bout crew. The pay was not good, and the work was hard, and this was when he seemed to be at his finest. Often as we toiled alongside another crew, and they would be taking extended card playing lunch breaks, we would be painting walking beams, spraying diesel, and using sling blades to clean up around the tank batteries. He said, "We have to earn our paychecks".
Earn it we did, as we waded knee deep in oil slicked waters, covering the oil with bales of hay so that the wildlife management personnel would not see it as they flew over in airplanes and impose hefty fines. We made up pipe lines and tightened them as quickly as you could walk from one connection to the next, the sun taking it's toll as your vision clouded over with darkness, seeing nothing but floating white spots, which cleared as you walked to the next joint, only to repeat the process. We filled sand bags and wheellbarrowed them to the edge of a gully 50 yards away then threw them into a washout when the dump truck delivering the sand could have easily unloaded within 20 feet from the gorge. "We have to make a day of it", he says. When I reminded him of this on occasion throughout the years, he only smiled with pride. I also learned a new meaning for the term "pipe dope", and in no way was it entertaining.
There were times when job duties required driving from one location to another, and there was no use removing the work gloves as he sped down dusty dirt roads or bumpy mud trails. On the drive home, though, there was plenty of time as he never motored over 45 MPH at the end of the day. It was frustrating but we grew accustomed to it as there was nothing to be done to change his style.
I can assure you that I learned some valuable lessons from him about work ethics and dedication, which has followed me to this day. I say this as I pen this note while sitting comfortably at my office desk, which, by the way, I earned.
So as the family is filled with sadness, and wife Maria, my father-in law's sister, is in poor health herself, I think back and I am grateful to have known this man, he has not left this world untouched, and I in turn touch others because of him. Some may come away with bitterness, others with important values and I am thankful that it is appointed unto man only once to die, which insinuates that we live forever, and dying is just a process somewhere in the middle, and that all the lives you touch here remember you, and will become a testament of your life and how you lived it, for better or for worse.
Thanks Uncle Ed, from an old hand, fare-the-well.
June 19, 1928 - December 28, 2004

Bath time




as we have pictures of all my boys taking sink baths, I couldn't let one this slip by.

In Remembrance of



In Remembrance
My wife's uncle, Edmund Dobson, was laid to rest
today, December 30, 2004, at the age of 76 years old. He succumbed to
cancer, a battle that has been ongoing for at least the past 28 years
that I have known him, as I can remember him applying a prescription
acid, which smarted quite a bit, to the skin melanoma that he had on
his arms and hands.

He was a hard working individual, and quite a
character, also anytime there was a death in the family, close or not,
you could find his face in the crowd, dutifully paying his last respects.

Around 26 years ago, while there was a short lull in the
wildcat drilling in the area, I worked for him on a roust-a-bout crew.
The pay was not good, and the work was hard, and this was when he
seemed to be at his finest. Often as we toiled alongside another crew,
and they would be taking extended card playing lunch breaks, we would
be painting walking beams, spraying diesel, and using sling blades to
clean up around the tank batteries. He said, "We have to earn our paychecks".

Earn it we did, as we waded knee deep in oil slicked
waters, covering the oil with bales of hay so that the wildlife
management personnel would not see it as they flew over in airplanes
and impose hefty fines. We made up pipe lines and tightened them as
quickly as you could walk from one connection to the next, the sun
taking it's toll as your vision clouded over with darkness, seeing
nothing but floating white spots, which cleared as you walked to the
next joint, only to repeat the process. We filled sand bags and
wheellbarrowed them to the edge of a gully 50 yards away then threw
them into a washout when the dump truck delivering the sand could have
easily unloaded within 20 feet from the gorge. "We have to make a day
of it", he says. When I reminded him of this on occasion throughout the
years, he only smiled with pride. I also learned a new meaning for the
term "pipe dope", and in no way was it entertaining.

There were times when job duties required driving from one location to another,
and there was no use removing the work gloves as he sped down dusty
dirt roads or bumpy mud trails. On the drive home, though, there was
plenty of time as he never motored over 45 MPH at the end of the day.
It was frustrating but we grew accustomed to it as there was nothing to
be done to change his style.

I can assure you that I learned some valuable lessons from him
about work ethics and dedication, which has followed me to this day.
I say this as I pen this note while sitting comfortably at my office desk,
which, by the way, I earned.

So as the family is filled with sadness, and wife Maria, my father-in law's
sister, is in poor health herself, I think back and I am grateful to
have known this man, he has not left this world untouched, and I in
turn touch others because of him. Some may come away with bitterness,
others with important values and I am thankful that it is appointed
unto man only once to die, which insinuates that we live forever, and
dying is just a process somewhere in the middle, and that all the lives
you touch here remember you, and become a testament of your life and
how you lived it, for better or for worse.

Thanks Uncle Ed, from an old hand, fare-thee-well.
June 19, 1928 - December 28, 2004

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

The Miracle Nickel

The Miracle Nickel

I got back a nickel today, along with some other change, forty-eight cents to be exact. This is no ordinary nickel though, it's a well-seasoned nickel from 1952. Aside from the obvious wear from many years of use, what sets this nickel apart from the other change that I received, including another nickel, is how it immediately caught my eye, even as it passed from the cashiers hand to mine. Keep in mind that I rarely venture out from my job during the off season for supplies due to a drop in revenue, that I waited two days for the boss to briefly show up to ask for the unexpected expense to rent a jagger pump to pump out the cellar of the hotel owners home because of a burst water pipe, that this hasn't occurred in any winter conditions we've had previously, and I just happened to stop at this convenience store for the gas for the pump, and well, you have quite an unusual set of coincidences. Not convinced?
It has been one week since my oldest brother's birthday, and just two days since I posted a belated birthday wish in his memory Adrian.
I have contemplated much lately on how blessed I am and how I attribute that to God, who happens to be the same for all of us, as there can only be one, if not, we must change our definition and meaning of the word God (almighty being) and when you change the meaning of the word, the word God ceases to exist as it becomes an antithesis, and therefore there is no God, and I refuse to entertain that folly.
There are many misfortunes that befall us, there are tragedies and sorrow, there is also joy, and peace. I remember one of my Dad's many favorite songs, taken from the book of Job. Thou God slay me yet I trust him. He had a beautiful singing voice and you couldn't help but notice when he sang. There was also no way of ignoring when he prayed. When you speak of faith, it is actually a very easy gift to have when you realize that faith is synonymous with trust, and I can trust God completely, as he will not lie.
I passed by a man on the sidewalk yesterday, I noticed him as he rounded the corner, and as our eyes met, his limp became noticeably worse. With my window down he had the opportunity to ask for fifty cents, on my reluctance, it became one dollar, one dollar fifty cents, to catch the trolley, Sir. Boy, is he good, I thought as I observed his attire. He was wearing a fashionable full-length coat and a clean wool scarf around his neck. He was wearing what appeared to be some well fitting alligator ankle boots, pointed and heeled that I wouldn't mind having myself if I weren't so modest. Still, I declined, and as he moved away he said a God bless you, so I received a blessing anyway, in spite of my stinginess.
Then, leaving from work, on the bridge in front of me was a car that looked like it was slowing down, or maybe backing up because one of the lights on the driver's side was white, like a backup light. I slowed and changed lanes to avoid being run over by the cars behind me, which were in a mad rush at 5 o'clock in the evening. As I passed by on the left I could plainly see that it was a lady in a disabled vehicle with her emergency flashers on, and she clearly looked distressed. In my rear view mirror I saw the oncoming traffic having a terrible time of it trying to avoid her vehicle and each other and I thought for a moment about going back around and at least trying to slow traffic with my liability insured only truck, then I thought better of it.
This morning, on my way back to work, there is a hitchhiker (sigh). He was walking hurriedly with his back facing the traffic, thumb out, and maybe late for work somewhere. I didn't pick him up.

There are many opportunities to do good that elude us, but it must be tempered with good judgment. There are too many needs.
One can only hope that when we are weighed in the balance, there are enough times we said yes to outweigh all the nos, and we don't come up wanting.

Therefore, I give you my miracle nickel. God still smiles at me, and Adrian; God rest your soul.

byron 12-29-04


nickel

The Miracle Nickel



The Miracle Nickel

I got back a nickel today, along with
some other change, forty-eight cents to be exact. This is no ordinary
nickel though, it's a well-seasoned nickel from 1952. Aside from the
obvious wear from many years of use, what sets this nickel apart from
the other change that I received, including another nickel, is
how it immediately caught my eye, even as it passed from the cashiers
hand to mine. Keep in mind that I rarely venture out from my job during
the off season for supplies due to a drop in revenue, that I waited two
days for the boss to briefly show up to ask for the unexpected expense
to rent a jagger pump to pump out the cellar of the hotel owners home
because of a burst water pipe, that this hasn't occurred in any winter
conditions we've had previously, and I just happened to stop at this convenience store for the gas for the pump, and well, you have quite an unusual set of coincidences. Not convinced?
It
has been one week since my oldest brother's birthday, and just two days
since I posted a belated birthday wish in his memory Adrian.
I
have contemplated much lately on how blessed I am and how I attribute
that to God, who happens to be the same for all of us, as there can
only be one, if not, we must change our definition and meaning of the
word God (almighty being) and when you change the meaning of the word,
the word God ceases to exist as it becomes an antithesis, and therefore
there is no God, and I refuse to entertain that folly.
There are
many misfortunes that befall us, there are tragedies and sorrow, there
is also joy, and peace. I remember one of my Dad's many favorite songs,
taken from the book of Job. Thou God slay me yet I trust him.
He had a beautiful singing voice and you couldn't help but notice when
he sang. There was also no way of ignoring when he prayed. When you
speak of faith, it is actually a very easy gift to have when you
realize that faith is synonymous with trust, and I can trust God
completely.
I passed by a man on the sidewalk yesterday, I noticed
him as he rounded the corner, and as our eyes met, his limp became
perceptibly worse. With my window down he had the opportunity to ask
for fifty cents, on my reluctance, it became one dollar, one dollar
fifty cents, "to catch the trolley, Sir". Boy, is he good, I
thought as I observed his attire. He was wearing a fashionable
full-length coat and a clean wool scarf around his neck. He was wearing
what appeared to be some well fitting alligator ankle boots, pointed
and heeled that I wouldn't mind having myself if I weren't so modest.
Still, I declined, and as he moved away he said a God bless you, so I
received a blessing anyway, in spite of my stinginess.
Then, leaving
from work, on the bridge in front of me was a car that looked like it
was slowing down, or maybe backing up because one of the lights on the
driver's side was white, like a backup light. I slowed and changed
lanes to avoid being run over by the cars behind me, which were in a
mad rush at 5 o'clock in the evening. As I passed by on the left I
could plainly see that it was a lady in a disabled vehicle with her
emergency flashers on, and she clearly looked distressed. In my rear
view mirror I saw the oncoming traffic having a terrible time of it
trying to avoid her vehicle and each other and I thought for a moment
about going back around and at least trying to slow traffic with my
liability insured only truck, then I thought better of it.
This morning, on my way back to work, there was a hitchhiker (sigh). He was walking hurriedly with his back facing the traffic, thumb out, and maybe late for work somewhere. I didn't pick him up.

There are many opportunities to do good that elude us, but it must be tempered with good judgment. There are too many needs.
One
can only hope that when we are weighed in the balance, there are enough
times we said yes to outweigh all the nos, and we don't come up
wanting.

Therefore, I give you my miracle nickel. God still smiles at me, and Adrian; God rest your soul.

byron 12-29-04

Saturday, December 18, 2004

fountain III


15 minutes. curtis says it has mice, but it got me the job when i included this on my proposal

my newest commision;
residential fountain

Wednesday, December 08, 2004


my grandchild

Kays been Published




(ok, so what if its 1982)

thoughts for you

"Go placidly amid the noise & haste & remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly & clearly; and listen to others, even the dull & ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud & aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain & bitter; for always there will be greater & lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not fein affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity & disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue & loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a Child of the Universe, no less than the trees & the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the Universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors & aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery & broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."

-Max Ehrmann ["Desiderata"]

thoughts for you

"Go placidly amid the noise & haste & remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly & clearly; and listen to others, even the dull & ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud & aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain & bitter; for always there will be greater & lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not fein affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity & disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue & loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a Child of the Universe, no less than the trees & the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the Universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors & aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery & broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."

-Max Ehrmann ["Desiderata"]

Monday, December 06, 2004

my mechanic in training




kailani learns the basics assisting with putting brothers 4wheeler together for christmas

Sunday, December 05, 2004

for dolly


Spent this weekend pulling & re installing the transmission in my
boys truck. Seems there was an overlooked problem with the replacement
motor as we left an alignment bearing in the end of the crankshaft
intended for a manual transmission and not an automatic. It had to come
out for the torque converter to slide into the end of the crankshaft.
If we did this for a living, we would have known it couldn't stay. I
saw it before installing the motor and wrongly deduced it could stay.
Big mistake as it made for plenty of work once the motor was in the
truck. Had to pull the transmission and chisel the bearing out while
laying on the ground all the while transmission fluid and rain running
everywhere. We are not done hooking everything back up as it gets dark
earlier now, at 5PM instead of the 8PM we can usually depend on in the
summer months, but we are way ahead of where we were.
It is difficult and frustrating to work in these conditions but as usual,
I managed to inject a little humor to let these young men (Curtis and
Darrell) know that we can do this in spite of these circumstances. I
tell them that I once had to do almost the same thing many years ago,
that is, pull a transmission, change a cracked flywheel, and put it
back, only that time all I had for a side kick was my sister Dolly, and
she managed quite well. She was instrumental in replacing the heavy
Plymouth transmission and bolting it up to the 383 cid engine that was
in Mamma's 1969 Plymouth Fury III that we boys treated like a race
car**. Of course, transmissions seem to gain weight over the span of 29
years and there is a difference between the nimble strength of 19 and
the determined brute force of 47. Of course, I only think we get better
at not banging our knuckles, and difficulty is no longer any excuse
anymore. Some people may call it hard headed, but I call it valor.

**In 1969, Plymouth claimed to have a "completely new Fury." The four door
sedans wheelbase was 120 inches, 1.5 inches longer than in 1968, and
there was more shoulder room in both front and rear. The 383 Commando 2
barrel, or the 383 Super Commando 4 barrel (i don't remember which) and
"special cam", the transmission was a heavy 3 speed A-727 Torqueflite
automatic.

A belated thanks Dolly for your help, you should do
well dealing with your present situations, you've always been a very
present strength in time of trouble.

The one resolution,
which was in my mind long before it took the form of a resolution, is
the key-note of my life. It is this, always to regard as mere
impertinences of fate the handicaps which were placed upon my life
almost at the beginning. I resolved that they should not crush or dwarf
my soul, but rather be made to blossom, like Aaron's rod, with flowers.
- Helen Keller