Monday, March 2, 2015

Slacker

Dealing with computer "issues". Only working computer at the moment is a recycled netbook. The keyboard has a mind of it's own. Should be back to normal later this week.

Friday, February 27, 2015

Grandkids Fix

A post aimed primarily at my extended family who occasionally wanders by.

Yesterday time spent some time with my youngest son, FDIL, grandkids and their cats and dogs at Fort Carson, home to his unit. He is being medically discharged.
For the past three-plus years, he has been on detached duty at Dugway,  UT as a 68W Health Care Specialist (Medic).
His body has been damaged to the point he cannot continue to serve. He would rather stay in but that is not an option at this point.
Thankfully, both the Army and the VA are doing right by him, due in part, I'm sure, to his forceful personal advocacy.

Next week they will be on their way to upstate South Carolina where he has an EMT type job waiting and a home they are buying.

Enjoyed my time with them and am looking forward to visiting them in SC. Just for the record, my grandkids are way cuter than yours.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

DMV Adventure, WSF gets Schooled

Last week went into the local DMV office to get a printed copy of my driver's record. It can't be, for whatever reasons, done online. The lady informed me the wait was two+ hours. However, I could make an appointment online. Went online, and the first available appointment was  four working days away. Muttering, I went ahead and made an appointment.

Yesterday arrived a few minutes before my scheduled time. The place was packed. After my third attempt at using the touch screen, I received my ticket. While checking my number, it was called!!
Five minutes and $2.20 later, I walked out the door with my print out. Didn't even have time to work up a proper snit.

Although it pains me to say it, sometimes working with the system works.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Disgusting Dancing in Blood

WTF? She raises a thug who gets himself killed. Now she is making a career as a "victim"?

At $5 a head admission, and free for the students, you wonder who is paying her bills?

Maybe it is the best job she has ever had.

Turns my stomach.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Brother Steps on Pee Pee

My sister delights in stories where I live up to my blog title. Today she had a new one to amuse her.

One of my activities is property inspections and reports. The assignment today was 50+ interior photos of an abandoned/foreclosed house for a forthcoming online auction listing. One of the requirements is all doors must be closed. When I went to exit the room, found the latch to be broken. Yepper, locked myself in an empty bedroom, in a vacant house, with  only car keys for tools. In the end, called 911 for help.

A very nice officer showed up. (When did cops start looking like teenagers?) He couldn't open the door either but went to his vehicle and returned with a large screwdriver that slid under the door. I used it on the latch and got the door open. He turned out to be an Animal Control officer. Guess the dispatcher decided if the officer could get a cat out of a tree, he could get an old fool out of a locked room.

Lesson learned is to start carrying the Gerber multi-tool again.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Adventure in a Piper J-4

Received a request for a flying story. What follows was an adventure by my late father.

Back story. Steamboat Springs, CO airport has a North- South runway built on a small bluff. Taking off to the South you immediately have 200' of altitude.

My father took a co-worker for a ride. My father, with a full belly, maybe weighed 165 lbs. His co-worker was more like 400 lbs.

They took off to the South. Per my father, the takeoff roll was longer than usual  but he got airborne (ground effect probably helped). Off the end of the runway, he immediately started losing altitude. Turning West, he followed the Yampa River towards many hay fields. After about an hour, he had gained enough altitude to return to the airport (barely).

His co-worker thanked him for a great ride; thought everything was normal. My father soon upgraded to a C-182 but was very careful thereafter about who rode with him in the Puddy Four. 7,000 altitude and 85 hp on a balmy 60 degree day doesn't leave much of a performance margin.

We both learned to fly in that J-4. What a fun, forgiving airplane. Our first instructor was a missionary pilot six months a year in Central America. Probably didn't follow the FAA prescribed syllabus, but what we learned was valuable. How many students actually do off airport landings?

Friday, February 13, 2015

Gearheads, Something to Break Your Heart

1957 Chevy two-door hardtop with 63,000 showing on the odometer. Unmolested daily driver with one very small rust bubble.
Interior is very clean with new looking carpet. Unknown upholstery but some stitching giving way.



It is not for sale. The owner has turned down many offers. She tells me she and her husband are the original owners. The car has vast sentimental value to her and she is not hurting for money.

Wonder what it is worth? I know there are otherwise intelligent people that are Chevrolet fans who would go crazy for this car. If it was a 1957 Crown Vic I would be the one going crazy.