Friday, September 25. 2015
We went to Fort Worth Texas to see my oldest daughter show a horse in a wild mustang competition. On the way back, I wanted to drive a more southerly route, and visit friends in Louisiana, then stop at my birthplace, Biloxi Mississippi. As it turned out, they had moved to Gulf Port, which is near Biloxi. They invited us to stay at their place. We got up the next morning and went to the beach.
Man, it was paradise. We walked around the beach for awhile, then, to fulfill an idea I've had for awhile, I went to Walmart. There's a highway that runs along the beach for miles on end. I was driving along, with both windows open, and the mild wind blowing through. The air had that ocean smell. It wasn't hot or cold. There were sidewalks and concrete curbs next to the highway. The planter area between the sidewalk and the curb had enough sand blown into it, that the sand was overflowing a little onto the street. I was loving it, so totally ocean side. I found the Walmart, no rush, because my work schedule had an opening for this trip. I bought fishing poles and tackle for the kids. We went out onto a pier that went out into the gulf. The beach is so gradually sloped that you can walk out a hundred feet, and only be in up to your knees. So they made the pier quite a ways out.
No sooner had my youngest son's bait gone down to the bottom, than there was a strong tugging on the pole. I told him to reel it in, he had caught a sea eel. Man that thing put up a fight. It fought so hard that it destroyed its lower jaw. So we kept it. We caught some small catfish, and released them. The kids don't care if the catch is small, they just have a blast catching something. We went back to our friends' house, got our things, and headed back toward home. We made a stop in Biloxi, and went to the same place I fished when I was 5 years old. It's a bay there. There's no wind, and no sand, but the pier is very nice. We fished again, and immediately, the kids caught a couple of perch. We ran out of shrimp, and used the eel for bait. The kids say it was the best road trip ever.
After that, we visited relatives in Alabama. As we were leaving, I spotted the crew cab ford truck in the pictures. I really like that truck. It's for sale, but I'm not sure I should post contact information...I'd miss out myself. I already have one old truck. It's the 1951 Chevy truck. In the pictures, we just unloaded it from the trailer. It looks better now; simply by washing it. I thought it was a deteriorating green paint job with red primer showing through. Actually, it was a fairly solid green paint job, with fading red on it. Much of the red washed off. The military truck is one I spotted on the way to a job.
Tuesday, December 2. 2014
Just for the fun of it:
Thursday, November 27. 2014
You only THOUGHT you made mistakes... Posted by admin in about us at 03:32
Dear reader, I'm sure you've done things you regret. I don't mean wrong moral choices, crimes committed, things like that. No, just your run of the mill, Gee I could have said that with more tact kind of mistake. But your mistakes, well, compared to SOME PEOPLE'S mistakes, they're so small as to be statistically non existent.
Monday, October 27. 2014
This blog was started to inform my neighbors here in the "Bible Belt" about some of my theology, Bible interpretations, and philosophy; and how those beliefs manifested into everyday matters. The scope of content has broadened, and what was once important isn't as much of a priority. Besides, my family has never liked the name. As for me, it was perfect at times, fun for a guy that has seen some bizarre things.
Tuesday, October 7. 2014
A couple of weeks ago, a guy calls me
So I'm back to financial crisis; at
The man on the other end is a family
When we arrived, an emergency crew
By the time they waited to transfer
At the hospital, her condition was
Some details: I was given a ride from
Before I was under the sink, I told
After this eventful day, I'm laying
Yeah, so anyway, I'm telling my wife
That was on a Saturday, Monday
Then the phone starts ringing with a
Thursday, February 28. 2013
This was different. I read somewhere that jazz started at black funerals, as a happy sound to celebrate the deceased passing to a better world. This was more like that. We read Bible verses and sang glad songs about being received into heaven. It felt like others had read a script that I hadn't. So I went through the motions, trying to do my part. I guess part of the alienation is that I somehow haven't processed the whole death thing. Life's been too busy and demanding till now. It's like there's a philosophical grappling I need to do. It probably is related to my fascination with the term “manifest”. In my world, I can't buy my way out of things. Not that that's a bad thing; I think it was Harvey McKay that said: “If you have a problem that you can buy your way out of, you don't have a problem, you have an expense”. As for me though, I'm the fixer guy. Most of the time, the physical parameters are just there, there's little moving them. So it's always a joy when out of the unseen realm comes a solution. An idea comes to me, or God sends the right person at the right time. Maybe that's it, death is a person being completely free from these physical parameters; manifested the other way. If you've trusted Christ to take your place in judgment, then you'll be with God the creator on the other side.
Thursday, July 14. 2011
Things have been busy, so I've had little time to write. I had a big paint job in Knoxville to finish, and we moved our household. The house we moved into was quite thrashed; but I've learned something in the process. With a large family, if we moved into a pristine house, it would be inevitable that we bring it down a notch or two. The children make paths in the yard where they play, things like that.
But if we move into a really beat up house, then do repairs, it brings the look of the place up 5 or 6 notches, at least. That's how it appears to be working out here. The landlord is happy, the wife is happy, probably the neighbors too, and it's fun for me to do the repairs.
This house was built in 1900. It looks like it had wood siding, which was later covered with those 12 inch tall by 24 inch wide tiles. Some of the tiles have broken, which makes the place look bad. A hodge podge paint job doesn't help either. I don't want to be working with that old tile material, but as it turns out, I don't have to. The rent here is pretty cheap, which suits me fine, 'cause I'm the king of cheap. His majesty was quite pleased to realize that all these scraps of “Polymetal”, which is a knockoff of “Diebond”, work well as replacement tile pieces. I had a number of 12 inch by 8 foot long pieces, imagine that. This material is a layer of black PVC plastic, about 1/8 inch thick in the middle, with a thin sheet of aluminum of both sides. It's light, rigid, resists weathering well, and comes with a nice painted finish. The pieces I have are white. I'll try to insert a couple of before and after pictures below
Monday, July 5. 2010
The work was very near completion, but there was a push to finalize it by this July 4th weekend. Most of what remained was paint and lettering. I bid the job weeks ago, but was told I'd be informed as to when I should come out. The call came, and because of the schedule, I was asked to come in the evening, after the mechanics were done.
On the way home, an ongoing problem on my truck went all the way out. For a long time, I could pull over, move the wiring bracket at the back of my alternator a little, and it would be good for another 30 miles, or whatever. This morning, I couldn't go 10 feet before losing charging. I made it home, but rested, and forgot about the alternator problem.
The freeway noise had completely died, there was a night bird a little ways in the distance. The coal smell reminded me of when in my youth, we were overseas, in a country where they were still using steam to pull freight. We pretended the thick smoke was poisonous, and lied on the grass of the playground, till the cloud rolled past us. I love the smell of burning coal, to this day. All this came together this night, and I knew I was in a better way than many. The night air was so peaceful, that there was no sensation of being in time as we usually know it. It was so easy to feel as though I were slipping into a dream, or other dimension. I had the digital camera with me, and tried to catch the feel. The light shining into the steam, which was curling up around the new American flag; that's what I wanted to show people, but the steam didn't show very well in the picture.
Friday, May 21. 2010
There's a tool accident discussion going on at a popular sign makers website, the following is part of what I related, thought you guys might get a laugh out of it:
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