For some reason, my thoughts wandered to my brothers. I have one left, and two that moved on.
Through all that life brought, my brothers, and I, stayed close. We'd help each other, when we could, and always found the moments we had together as treasures. A cold beer, a pleasant afternoon, and time slipped away before we realized it was gone.
Time has slipped away forever for two brothers. I have only memories and they never seem to be enough.
I wrote the following somewhere right after I started my blog. When I read it again, I'm reminded of a special evening, a brilliant orange sky, and the sound of car tires sizzling on hot wet pavement.
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Years ago, all the little corner stores had section of toys. There were slingshots, crummy plastic gizmos and the best: balsa wood airplanes. The balsa airplanes were somewhat of a treasure. They usually didn't last long and were easily broken. If not lost in a tree, a neighborhood dog could destroy one in an instant.
There were two types of balsa wood airplanes: the glider, which was fairly simple and the rubber band powered glider with wheels. Both were inexpensive by today's standards, but at that time, they were a sizable expenditure for our young minds to consider. The glider meant finding five coke bottles; the powered version required thirteen, which could mean days of looking and not buying a Frosty root beer and a Zero candy bar. When the long barefoot walk down hot asphalt streets was added, the airplanes required measured thought before purchasing.
Late one evening, after a strong summer thunderstorm, my brother and I ventured out front to survey the aftermath. It was a perfect evening. The damp streets were still running water at the curbs. The trees dripped in the completely still air. Traffic was light and my brother knew it was the best opportunity to fly his balsa wood airplane.
He brought his plane to the street, wound the rubber band and let it fly. It made a short loop through the steam that rose from the street and crashed in a neighbor's yard. He did this a few more times and then had an idea: Wind the rubber band almost to the breaking point and see if the plane would take off. He tried his idea and it worked.
The light was fading and the brilliant orange of the dissipating clouds signaled that our evening was almost over. Soon we would have to go in. My brother wound his airplane extra tight to make one last significant flight. He carefully placed the plane on the ground, adjusted the tail fins just a tad, and let go of the propeller. After a few moments on the ground, the plane took off, made three lazy circles over the street, and made a perfect three point landing.
We both stood in silence for a moment. We had just witnessed an unforgettable moment in time. I don't remember what he said when he spoke, but it was pure joy. He couldn't believe what we just witnessed, and neither could I. He had to try again. He did, but his effort was in vain. I don't think he ever managed another three point landing, until he was getting his pilot license.
That was over forty years ago. A lot happened since that time and I'll never be able to share that moment with my brother again. He's gone, so I decided to share it with you.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.
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Saturday, February 28, 2015
Thursday, February 26, 2015
So, You Want a Tan?
I had a relatively small basil cell carcinoma removed from my face today. I don't actually know how large, and really won't know the damage, until Saturday morning, when I'm to remove the bandage, apply the proper ointment, and cover the numerous stitches again.
If anyone in you family likes to tan, discourage them as often as you can. Spending time in the sun leads to all types of crappy things, and I've enclosed a photo to help with your discouraging.
I'm lucky; at least for now. My mother died from Melanoma, and it wasn't a pleasant way to go.
If anyone in you family likes to tan, discourage them as often as you can. Spending time in the sun leads to all types of crappy things, and I've enclosed a photo to help with your discouraging.
I'm lucky; at least for now. My mother died from Melanoma, and it wasn't a pleasant way to go.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Ignorant Driving
We have a local shopping area, which is about a mile of strip malls, a Super Walmart, a Lowe's, Academy, Office Depot and numerous other businesses, including restaurants. There are around ten driveways into the long series of businesses. They all connect to a common drive running the entire length and connecting to a crossroad.
Entry from one direction on the adjacent highway requires exiting, looping around under an underpass, and merging with access road traffic. It's a fairly easy task, and if you can't immediately turn in the first drive, you can accelerate, stay in the left lane, wait for the almost insured break in traffic, and use one farther down...if you're not an ignorant/dumbass driver.
This afternoon, I watched a driver tie up the loop around, while waiting to cross two lanes of traffic to use the first drive. When I finally eased out into traffic, which blocked one lane, they continued to wait, until they could cut into the other lane and take the first entrance.
The driver was holding up their hands in exasperation, as they waited for their chance. My mind was reeling from their ignorance; and the choice words I used would have melted the brass on a retired sailor's medals.
Some people don't need to drive. They can, and will, kill people due to their ignorance. They're like the old man that backed up an exit ramp, which caused a truck driver to lose control, and drive off an overpass. He was crushed to death by his load; the old man drove away and witnesses didn't get a plate number.
Entry from one direction on the adjacent highway requires exiting, looping around under an underpass, and merging with access road traffic. It's a fairly easy task, and if you can't immediately turn in the first drive, you can accelerate, stay in the left lane, wait for the almost insured break in traffic, and use one farther down...if you're not an ignorant/dumbass driver.
This afternoon, I watched a driver tie up the loop around, while waiting to cross two lanes of traffic to use the first drive. When I finally eased out into traffic, which blocked one lane, they continued to wait, until they could cut into the other lane and take the first entrance.
The driver was holding up their hands in exasperation, as they waited for their chance. My mind was reeling from their ignorance; and the choice words I used would have melted the brass on a retired sailor's medals.
Some people don't need to drive. They can, and will, kill people due to their ignorance. They're like the old man that backed up an exit ramp, which caused a truck driver to lose control, and drive off an overpass. He was crushed to death by his load; the old man drove away and witnesses didn't get a plate number.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
When All Fails, Post Something
I've been busy at home, and at work. In the madness, I haven't been posting much, but I've had a lot of thoughts on everything from politics, to things that probably only matter to me.
I'm hoping to most more in the near future. If I don't, it's not that I don't want to; it's I'm too distracted by other things and probably don't have time.
I'm hoping to most more in the near future. If I don't, it's not that I don't want to; it's I'm too distracted by other things and probably don't have time.
Sunday, February 15, 2015
The Tug of Winter
The last two days could be described as wonderful summer days in colder climates. With temperatures in the fifties in the morning, and bluebird clear afternoons in the low seventies, glorious is the best description.
Today started with a solid deck of high cirrus clouds. They obscured the sun; the almost strange sky, when it's as though a solid coat of gray paint was painted on the inside of a globe.
The temperature stayed in the low seventies, and the clouds started developing a texture, with even mammatus cast against the solid cirrus deck. The approaching front is increasing the moisture, and the atmosphere has more to work with.
The sky is now filled with a solid deck of stratus, with a few low cumulus interspersed. An occasional rain drop foretells the rain even to start tonight. I strong front is coming, and Winter will appear again for a few days.
Around here, this is early Spring. The gray accentuates the patches of clover and dandelion. The green is brilliant in the dim light allowed by evening.
In a way, I really enjoy this time of year. It's so pleasant; and the temperature allows short sleeves, with sandals.
In another way, these days bring a foreboding. I know the brutal heat of Summer is approaching. The humidity will lead to days when the blistering heat isn't relieved by sweating. Every day is filled with misery on the construction project; and the long days lead to fatigue unrelieved by a long weekend of rest.
I'll take what I get, and not let the future days of heat occupy my mind. They'll do that more than enough in the near future. Until then, I'll sit on the back porch and relish the moments of peace.
Today started with a solid deck of high cirrus clouds. They obscured the sun; the almost strange sky, when it's as though a solid coat of gray paint was painted on the inside of a globe.
The temperature stayed in the low seventies, and the clouds started developing a texture, with even mammatus cast against the solid cirrus deck. The approaching front is increasing the moisture, and the atmosphere has more to work with.
The sky is now filled with a solid deck of stratus, with a few low cumulus interspersed. An occasional rain drop foretells the rain even to start tonight. I strong front is coming, and Winter will appear again for a few days.
Around here, this is early Spring. The gray accentuates the patches of clover and dandelion. The green is brilliant in the dim light allowed by evening.
In a way, I really enjoy this time of year. It's so pleasant; and the temperature allows short sleeves, with sandals.
In another way, these days bring a foreboding. I know the brutal heat of Summer is approaching. The humidity will lead to days when the blistering heat isn't relieved by sweating. Every day is filled with misery on the construction project; and the long days lead to fatigue unrelieved by a long weekend of rest.
I'll take what I get, and not let the future days of heat occupy my mind. They'll do that more than enough in the near future. Until then, I'll sit on the back porch and relish the moments of peace.
Friday, February 13, 2015
Something I Really Dislike
I read different news sites. One thing that will immediately cause me to close a site is an automatic play video. That, and no written story.
Why? Because bandwidth costs real money, I may not be interested in the crappy video, and I think it's the work of arrogant assholes to think I'm willing to take the time to waste my money on their video.
That is all. You can return to your regular scheduled program.
Why? Because bandwidth costs real money, I may not be interested in the crappy video, and I think it's the work of arrogant assholes to think I'm willing to take the time to waste my money on their video.
That is all. You can return to your regular scheduled program.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Silliness and the Costs
We started a project, which involves a substantial amount of sidewalk. Included in this sidewalk is the removal of several drives; including commercial drives. Why? because the cross slope is a tad off from 2% and is unacceptable for ADA compliance.
What is a 2% cross slope? That's about a 1/4 inch per foot. With a typical sidewalk, that's about a difference of 2 inches in elevation. That's the arbitrary number set by the Feds, and it's beyond negotiation.
Is this reasonable? Probably not, but the bureaucrats had something to sink their teeth into, and they're like pit bulls with a pound of bacon. The differences of many drives are negligible, but that 1/8 inch difference determines whether government highway funds are granted, or withheld.
The costs? I have no idea, but with the millions I've seen wasted, I can only assume the nationwide costs are in the billions; if not hundreds of billions.
Why is this money so necessary? For wheelchairs. I might be wrong, but for the waste I've seen, they could have bought anyone in a wheelchair a special van, hired a chauffeur, and paid for them for life.
And they wonder why everyone is so pissed.
What is a 2% cross slope? That's about a 1/4 inch per foot. With a typical sidewalk, that's about a difference of 2 inches in elevation. That's the arbitrary number set by the Feds, and it's beyond negotiation.
Is this reasonable? Probably not, but the bureaucrats had something to sink their teeth into, and they're like pit bulls with a pound of bacon. The differences of many drives are negligible, but that 1/8 inch difference determines whether government highway funds are granted, or withheld.
The costs? I have no idea, but with the millions I've seen wasted, I can only assume the nationwide costs are in the billions; if not hundreds of billions.
Why is this money so necessary? For wheelchairs. I might be wrong, but for the waste I've seen, they could have bought anyone in a wheelchair a special van, hired a chauffeur, and paid for them for life.
And they wonder why everyone is so pissed.
Monday, February 9, 2015
Food Measuring
I despise the idea of food calorie measurement. Weight control is an easy task: If you eat too much, you get fat. If you eat too less, you get skinny.
I don't measure food. I eat what I want, watch my weight, and adjust accordingly. I don't figure ounces, count calories, or try to figure out such bizarre measurements, like a slice of bacon.
How thin of a slice? How much lean? How much fat? What brand? Smoked, cured, or not?
I'm sure there's some pogue sitting at a desk, determining such nonsense, and sending nasty letters to food producers, when the measurements don't fit some arbitrary quantity decided by a bureaucrat.
My solution to such things is to fire all of them, give everyone a tax break, and anyone that wants to watch their weight cans spend their own money on such horseshit.
Bleh!
I don't measure food. I eat what I want, watch my weight, and adjust accordingly. I don't figure ounces, count calories, or try to figure out such bizarre measurements, like a slice of bacon.
How thin of a slice? How much lean? How much fat? What brand? Smoked, cured, or not?
I'm sure there's some pogue sitting at a desk, determining such nonsense, and sending nasty letters to food producers, when the measurements don't fit some arbitrary quantity decided by a bureaucrat.
My solution to such things is to fire all of them, give everyone a tax break, and anyone that wants to watch their weight cans spend their own money on such horseshit.
Bleh!
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Anchor Fibs
Brian Williams doesn't tell the truth. For those that support NBC News: Where do you find the line between fact and fiction? Can you ever watch their news broadcast again, and not feel you might be given fiction, instead of facts?
Monday, February 2, 2015
Changing Meanings
Aretha Franklin sang a song "You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman". It had a good meaning. A testament to how a relationship made her "natural", which was an admirable quality; a woman with exceptional character brought on by love.
Now, it means she doesn't shave her armpits.
Bleh!
Now, it means she doesn't shave her armpits.
Bleh!
Rude Awakening
The Department of Homeland Security has been illegally issuing work permits since 2009. I know many are thinking: "This is more of the same crap, and there's nothing that can be done.", but you''re wrong. Sooner or later, an individual will be charged with a crime; probably the dumbest rock in the box at a lower level, but they'll find they have no protection from the President asking them to break the law. After the prosecutions start, the feeding frenzy for "wannabee" U.S attorneys will bloody the water all over the nation.
It will be a rude awakening for many bureaucrats. They deserve their fate, and I hope it hurts.
It will be a rude awakening for many bureaucrats. They deserve their fate, and I hope it hurts.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
It's The Superbowl.
And I don't care. I'm not a sports fan. Not that I don't like sports, but I like participating. Always have, and swam competitively when I was young. I even played Little League baseball, plenty of vacant lot football and spent many a summer day running like a crazy striped tail critter. I can still complete a full day finishing concrete, which is a workout. ( If you don't believe this, I'll see you at the next pour)
Only one sport ever appealed to me to watch, and some don't call it a sport. That's professional boxing. Knowing the training involved, the punishment, and the heart required to win, it's something that appeals to me to watch.
So, I won't watch, but am glad for those that do the event. It's a day of companionship, friendly rivalry, and a reason to party....just be at work on time, and a hangover is no excuse for not being on top of your game.
Only one sport ever appealed to me to watch, and some don't call it a sport. That's professional boxing. Knowing the training involved, the punishment, and the heart required to win, it's something that appeals to me to watch.
So, I won't watch, but am glad for those that do the event. It's a day of companionship, friendly rivalry, and a reason to party....just be at work on time, and a hangover is no excuse for not being on top of your game.
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