The Simple Things In Life

The other day, my mother mentioned she hadn't had deviled eggs in a long time. I placed the thought on the back shelf and didn't think more about it.

Today, while visiting, I snitched a cookie from the cookie jar, which prompted her to say: "Are you eating a deviled egg?"

So, I'm making some deviled eggs. Come to think of it, I haven't had a deviled egg in a long time, either. I think we'll both enjoy them.

I have to brag that they came out much better than they usually do. I think she will enjoy them.  

When You Feed at the Public Trough

Defense contractors are kicking around whether they want to issue impending layoff notices prescribed by regulations, or not pay attention to the man behind the curtain and allow the Obama Administration to cover their feckless asses. Do you think they'll do what's right? We can only hope.

Stepping Around the Issue

Now they've found another dumbass to fall on his sword  the Intelligence Office is reporting they were wrong about the murder of four U.S. citizens by terrorists in Libya.  What was there to get wrong? Extremists, whether organized, or not, gathered and used force to murder U.S. citizens. When you add the fact the facility was woefully incapable of allowing protection for these citizen, even though it's a requirement, and it was on the anniversary of the 9/11 attack on the World Trade Center, the  fecklessness of the Obama Administration is glaringly apparent.

They're thinking this somehow makes their explanation of the events understandable. It doesn't. One person has the ultimate responsibility and he was campaigning in Vegas. Obama failed miserably and his administration is an insult to our nation.

I have to add another opinion: This administration is filled by those that are incompetent, immoral or outright criminals. If this administration ever does the right thing and fires one, the rest will seek vengeance, try to cover their ass or run to the media for some quick money. The house of cards will fall. 

Stepping In It

Have you ever stepped in dog poop and not noticed it until you've walked into the house, or worse, a friend's house? It's embarrassing, but it makes you cautious and willing to admit your mistakes. Also, it leads you to accepting responsibility and cleaning up your mess.

Obama, and his administration have figuratively stepped in poop with their reaction to the murder of four U.S. citizens on the anniversary of the 9/11 attack. To aggravate this, they've continued to walk in poop, pointed their fingers at others and now want the mess to magically disappear. Meanwhile, they still have poop on their shoe, deny they have poop on their shoe and even the media, that's been denying the poop, is now realizing they've become complicit. They're all becoming overwhelmed by the smell and the homeowner is beyond consolation.

I'm thinking the final outcome will be a little more than embarrassing with all involved. The damage is way more than they realize and the cost will be more than they can afford. They may continue to attempt to blame others, but only a fool doesn't realize we've checked the shoes and know who stepped in poop.

One Hot Afternoon

My father worked hard his entire life. He started working in his early teens by making service calls for customers of my grandfather's shop. He worked on anything, including refrigeration equipment. Some of the customers were apprehensive, until they saw the completed work. Over time he acquired a good reputation and was sought for repairs.

After school, my father joined the Coast Guard, which started his career in electronics. Although I don't know exactly what he did, I do know it was with radios and radars. He finished his tour at the end of the second world war, joined the Navy during Korea and his career path was chosen. He  worked until he died in the marine electronics industry.

He could read an electronic schematic like you read a newspaper. With his skills, it didn't take long for him to find the problem with equipment, or the problem with the design. It didn't matter if it was vacuum tubes, or state of the art  electronic components; he could repair it, or recommend spending your money more wisely and stop buying junk.

My father had little extra time. His work could involve days on the road, or even sea trials for testing the equipment he installed, or repaired. Until I was older, and on my own, he had little extra time to spend with the wife and five children he kept from the poor house. Even after he reached a point where his life wasn't as hectic,  our schedules - and my woeful ignorance of how precious every minute can be - prevented visits.

One hot summer afternoon, while I was visiting, my father asked if I wanted an air conditioner. At the time, I was living in a small garage apartment without air conditioning. With the week on, week off schedule while working offshore, this meant only two weeks out of the month sleeping in sweltering conditions. I jumped at the chance, and soon found myself involved with a task I had no idea how to complete, but with an excellent teacher.

He explained the compressor worked, but the fan motor needed replacing. Due to some horse trading, he had the motor, so all I needed to do was replace the motor and give it at try.

He showed me how to remove the shroud, which I did. He then showed me how to remove the fans from the shaft, which left the motor. I followed his instructions and soon had the motor removed. The only thing left was to replace the motor, install the fans, install the shroud, plug it in and I would have an air conditioner....almost.

As I wiped sweat from my eyes, and compared the two motors, I realized there was a substantial difference. My father explained that the free motor he was given was the needed frame and horsepower, but generic. Otherwise, the shaft was over length for machining. It was a universal motor ready for an original equipment manufacturer to modify for their needed application. Unfortunately for me, other than being a motor, it was useless, unless I completed the next necessary steps.

"You'll have to cut the shaft to length, flatten out one side to fit the fans and cut a groove for the keepers."

I looked at him, he looked back, so I started.

Over the next hour, or so, he helped me measure, showed me the necessary steps, then watched as I used a hacksaw, a bastard file and a whole lot of elbow grease to turn the hardened shaft into the necessary shape. After it was completed, and before we replaced the shroud, we gave it a try...it worked. It had all the fan speeds and cold air came from the outlet. I was ready to go and he only gave me one warning: "It's only a 5000 Btu unit, so it's only good for one room."

I took it home, installed it in my bedroom window and turned it on. Within an hour, the room was substantially cooler than the rest of the house. I now had the luxury of air conditioning while I slept. No more hot damp nights and no more wondering how mosquitoes found a way through the screens.

My father gave me something that day that all the riches in the world can't buy. Besides the air conditioner, with his precious time, he gave knowledge and a new self-confidence. Up to that point, my only dealings with an air conditioner were adjusting the settings. I received a free gift that would last a lifetime. Such gifts are priceless.