Posts Tagged ‘Events



06
Dec
10

ify:3 radiated baby

Drive through Sequoia

Drive through Sequoia

The folks set out in 1951 with me in tow to see the sights in western America. Sequoia trees, Yosemite, Painted Desert, Grand Canyon, Hoover Dam. I find out we have been to Phoenix and Pueblo, CO where sis was born, and other places all over the west. I remember when Mom woke me up inside the Great Sequoia back when the road went through the tree.

The folks took a break from touring in ’54 and found a trailer park in Las Vegas. I rode my bike to kindergarten every day, rolled out the mat for ‘nap time’ on the floor and rode home to play in the desert or swim in the pool at the trailer park. On occasion we cooked out when they blew an A-bomb over at White Sands, totally cool. Some nights dad took me outside and we watched Sputnik circle the globe, once every 90 minutes. Mom had me check with the government a few years ago, we were unfortunately 2 blocks away from the radiation dispersement line for the A-bombs so we can’t get a “reparation payment”. I guess I must be radiation free. 🙂

Chevy Suburban

Chevy Suburban circa 1950 - the orginal SUV

Dad helps build the Showboat casino and saves money, I don’t meet Bugsy on those occasions when we go to the strip. Then we take off for Anchorage, Alaska. Back then you had to have $200 to drive thru Canada. We take about 3 months to get there and I realize much later in life that house and home mean entirely different things, up until now home has been the front seat of a Chevy Suburban or a tent.

This is great, driving thru Canada up the AlCan highway, gravel rattling on the undercarriage, stopping to check out each creek, river and lake. If it passes the test we might camp for a day or a week. Hunting and fishing for grub to go along with a bit of store bought goods.

Just living, having fun.

Anchorage and Mt McKinley

Anchorage and Mt McKinley

Juneau, White Horse and Dawson’s Pass, Skagway with giant totems everywhere. We rent a quonset hut in Anchorage up on top of Government Hill which requires that we share the bathroom the with lady who rents the back half.

Mt. McKinley sits out toward the north and it’s like living in a painting, blue/green glaciers sliding down into the lake in Denali Park. Matanuska Valley is about an hour east where they grow the giant vegetables.

The salmon run twice each day in the creek in downtown Anchorage, silvers and humpbacks are the main catches. From almost anywhere in town you can hear the occasional iceberg calf off in Cooks Inlet.

Space in the schools won’t fit all the kids at once, so we do split days – morning and afternoon shifts. Morning kids keep supplies on the left hand side of the under desk, afternoon kids on the right. Sledding is like the state sport and you can ice skate everywhere downtown. Once a year the place changes completely as downtown is filled with dogs and sleds for the start of the Iditarod, Aleut and Inuit are camped everywhere, and everyone keeps an ear to the radio for the ‘moose alerts’. A scared and hard charging moose running thru the city is a danger to all.

Early in my 3rd year of school there the folks decide my newest baby sister needs to be born in the USofA not in some territory so we wing home on a DC3 to Springfield, Mo. Dad stays on and goes out to Kodiak in the Aleutian Islands to help build up the army base there, as two of the islands had been occupied by Japanese forces during WWII.

So my 8 year long ‘trip’ takes a turn to the unknown land of Ozark Mountains and what’s called house & home.

I’ve learned you don’t lick a flagpole 🙂

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04
Dec
10

ify: a custom touch

Red's Giant Hamburg, Route 66, Springfield, Mo

Red's Giant Hamburg

My favorite eatery in Springfield, Red’s Giant Hamburg, was about 15 blocks from the house. A converted former motel/gas station into a cafe. Standard issue was a burger, fries, and root beer from a barrel. Motel courtyard with picnic tables in the back.

World’s 1st drive-thru, you can see the service window on the right of the building. Your options at the window were not what to order, but how many. Ray had the grill right behind the window and separated from Julia and the inside seating. You ordered it and Ray cooked it.

This was before some idiot invented ‘fast food’, back when you went into the gas station and someone came out to fill the tank, clean your window, and chat about the day. Interacting with the necessaries of life was not an inconvenience to hurry through, but a custom touch to savor. We never “waited” for our order at Red’s, it was part of the experience, an anticipation. A bit later Ray set up a speaker at the window and another at the grill and he could chat with customers while he cooked your order.

Later, when Ray set up a speaker out at the end of the hedge (out of his sight) the full drive thru experience was complete and the personal touch was degrading. You were then one step removed from personal as you had to stop out front and order, then pull up to the window. Certainly unnecessary for us ‘old pros’.

Ray brought the order to the window and slid out a large paper tray filled with fries, root beers in the corners, and burgers on top and we’d pull into the back courtyard and have a family dinner on one of the picnic tables.

Back then we took the time to enjoy life, to experience, to revel in it. It didn’t make sense to call it an inconvenience, or turn things into “waiting”. It was always over too soon for me, and I always looked forward to the next visit to Red’s.

In the 80’s some buddies of mine did a video featuring Ray and Julia, so I hope the guys in “The Morells” won’t mind a link to their YouTube video. Please enjoy 🙂 and yes, that IS Ray and Julia.

01
Dec
10

IFY: in fifty years – prologue

Forsyth, MO in 1950

Forsyth, MO in 1950 courtesy Missouri Photo Workshop

Any fifty year period in human history would cover a period of astounding changes, events or inventions. Of course, during this same period there will be a lot of things that don’t change, or things that just absorb the changes that are occurring without the slightest burp. It seems the nature of change is not absolute, but it does create a hell of a lot of potential.

I happen to have been born in 1950 and have somehow arrived at today. Now I’m not saying there is anything special that has happened to me during my life, but astonishing does seem to apply to the amount and depth of change in the world while I’ve been here to watch it happen.

I did not start this ‘watching’ until about 1954 when I became aware of yesterday, when there became more than a now, and I awoke to the idea of continuous events piling up into yesterdays. This seems like a forward movement in time which really does not move forward, but past you and your awareness as you watch it go, slipping away into yesterday.

By some mysterious law of physics, things & stuff that you personally screw up as time passes by you can come back to effect the now as it is going by you (which you call the future), which is damned confusing …. at first.

If this phenomena works on groups and societies like it does with individuals, then it is no wonder why humanity seems so easily to mess things up, or “shit in their own shoes”.

Anyway, I’ve seen and done some things, and watched a lot of stuff go by, and wondered what might go past me, what might happen in that future that really does/doesn’t exist and I don’t feel the least bit obligated to comment on it.

Really. 🙂

But I’m going to.

25
Nov
10

Thanksgiving

Taylor Swift

So I wake up on turkey day and I’m sitting here with cup of coffee and watching the creek shine in the morning twilight. Thanksgiving is (or should be) a rather contemplative day. I certainly have a lot of things to be thankful for and the many things I have.

The tv is on with entertainment news and “surprise, surprise” //say that with your Gomer Pyle voice// I hear that Kanye West is indulging in yet another dumb ass rant. I saw the fiasco he pulled at the VMA’s and saw the NBC interview a few days ago and, like, he’s under serious sedation or he just eats stupid for breakfast.

I don’t know, but being thankful that I am not a Kanye West is is kind of an anti way of being thankful.

The segment ends with an ad for this evenings NBC special featuring Taylor Swift.

That sort of balances out world karma real well.

Thanksgiving is gonna be a good day.

23
Nov
10

hottie for Prez

It thought it was interesting a few years ago when Sarah Palin the female Governor of Alaska was floated onto the McCain VP list. Since then the media has been delighted to make her a continual target for their fodder. Despite the media saying she is not ready to be president, is not running for the job, and couldn’t win even if she did run … the media is making a big deal of this. So much of a big deal that they are effectively running her for President whether she wants it or not !!

Well, all the media bullshit aside, we need to address the issue like adults, so we need to accept the fact that:

1) Someday we will elect a female to the highest office
2) That woman may be a really good looking babe

Sarah Palin

Sarah Palin


I think Ms. Palin is one hot babe, what else can I say? I have no doubt that a lot of guys would agree, and I’d imagine that she would get a big ‘thumbs up’ from the lesbian community as well.

So the media is going to feature her constantly the next couple a years and for me it means that on occasion a good looking babe will be on screen to feast the eyes on.

If she got elected we wouldn’t have to take any crap from the French, ’cause she’d whip Nicolas Sarkosy

    and

that wimpy tart he runs with. 🙂

14
Nov
10

of puppy mills and pedophiles

I’m happy to run a “pet free” household. That’s my choice. Missouri, the long standing puppy mill capital of the good ole US of A, has bowed to something like 51% of the state dog-ooders (sic) and passed Prop B, and it’s a damned good thing. We are now gonna have NICE puppy mills, so take that!

I have no idea why we have so legally established dog manufacturing, nor why so many people need so much unconditional love, but I do know there is no shortage of dogs. All over the country animal welfare groups are begging for funds to care for all the dogs that are loosed upon the environs, Even though some organizations kill the overflow it hasn’t seemed to slow – the need of – the manufacture of – the disposal of – dogs.

I know it’s fun to demonize MO’s puppy mills, but they wouldn’t be operating if you all didn’t buy the damned things and then want to throw them away. I wonder who the real demons are?

A Do-Gooder elsewhere in the good ole USofA is doing his best to make a better world by self publishing an e-book on how to be a NICE pedophile: “The Pedophile’s Guide to Love and Pleasure: A Child-Lover’s Code of Conduct “.

I ain’t making this up nor rippin’ this story off The Onion, it came to me via NBC’s Today show. I heard part of his interview, and he says he is not a pedophile so ….   Apparently he is honestly trying to make a better world? Ok, I applaud his sentiment, but this dude has his head so far up his ass he can see out his ears, he did nothing to make a better world.

Of course, everyone wants to hold Amazon accountable for the book (ala puppy mills) but Amazon did NOT write the freekin’ book folks, in fact you might consider it a favor by letting you know the book existed!

We don’t need nicer pedophiles any more than we need nicer puppy mills.  I’d say “Think about it!” but obviously there’s alot of folk clearly not thinking, or not thinking clearly.  Take your pick.

The old proverb says something like ‘the road to hell is paved with good intentions’ and there seems to be no shortage of people out there making pavers.

17
Aug
10

htrbbq3: Pie to Die For!

I rolled into Ava at 2:00 in the afternoon on a perfect August day, the first one we’ve had in about 5 weeks.

local stopped to wet a line in Beaver Creek

Temps had finally climbed to the mid 80’s so it was cozy warm and without any humidity so the days ride had been one of the best. So I picked up a Busch single and headed the five or so miles out of town to suck a beer and check out the creek. One of the local boys was taking advantage of the day by attempting to snag a fish. I hollered ‘howdy’ and sat down to watch and enjoy a cool brew and marvel at the days ride.

It is 243 miles of typical Missouri two-lane between HiTech’s ranch and my little cabin on Swan Creek. Between the two is a roly-poly, curvy-swervy ribbon of road as fun as any New Jersey roller coaster. On advice I’d taken 95 south to get to 76 it made a big improvement in the route. You go thru Mountain Grove which is one of those older town with a proper ‘square’ in the center of town, It has a bandstand and several veterans monuments. It seemed like a nice little place then I saw the wall mural. The picture does not do it justice ’cause when you walk down the side walk it looks better from 2 feet, so good your tempted to just walk in and order a cherry phosphate!

Mural on the square in Mtn. Grove

The square in Mtn. Grove

Launch point for Saturday ride

Anyway, back to the event itself. It may have been a bit of disappointment to HiTech since the expected 75+ folks did not show up, but those few who did had an exceptional time on Friday and Saturday. Jeff and Julian and Passad and Moses did represent the St. Louis/Rolla contingent, but the rest of the guests came in from far coastlines and far flung parts of the midwest. So Friday was TotalRuckus day with a bunch of custom scoots around and custom folks to talk about them. From what I saw a Little Ruck is a great frame to experiment with.

A great time was had by all. Good food and an icy keg of Cream Ale from the Little Yeoman down in Cabool, tons of BBQ and sides from a most excellent host (and Diane too!), lot’s of talk and thoughtful late night conversation. A gold star goes to the pie lady down the road who brought peach, blackberry and heavenly blueberry pies wrapped in a real flaky crust !!!

HiTech's new hairdo, Paul from Denver

So I had a great time and was set to leave Sunday morning, then things started to happen. Funny things starting with the starter bendix. So I unpacked the bike, then more evil stuff started to happen, and an hour later I gave in and got a beer and said ‘screw it’ and spent the day with Paul and HiTech while we all recovered from the weekends events. So I rolled on Monday morning, and when I pulled to a stop at the end of the gravel road and slipped the tranny in neutral light came on I smiled. It too had failed to work on Sunday, but today the motorcycle gods had smiled approval on my journey and fixed it! I had a great ride that day




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