Those who know me know I am a cheapskate.
For the past eight years my computer desk chair is one I salvaged. The right
arm support had broken plastic covered with bubble wrap and duct tape. The duct
tape was wearing out.
Yesterday found me in an office building
where a tenant was selling off chairs and computer monitors.
The first chair selected didn’t fit. The
office manager was kneeling trying to make the various levers work. Her low cut
peasant style top didn’t cover her ample assets well and I had time to do a
good check out.
Another chair did fit (pictured above)
and I tried to negotiate. The quoted price was $40. Doing my best Fred Sanford
imitation I clutched my chest. The ladies called me on my bullshit so I showed
them my pacemaker scar.
Had them all laughing, usually a prelude
to getting the price down. No go.
Bought the damned chair for the asking
price. Perhaps a bit of little head thinking? Again, nice assets and my sex
life has me feeling married.
Their annoying commercials blaring from the pump like some wholesome BYU pep rally I can tolerate. Last week they shrunk all three coffee cup sizes and raised the price - same day. This week they changed the Original Cappuccino flavor to Pumpkin Fucking Spice. Aarg. Such vexations I face!
My sister and I today went to the
Wheatridge, CO. Historical Park for Apple Cider Days, an annual event located
on what was once our paternal Great Grandfather’s holdings. A cousin is the
When our paternal Great Grandfather moved
West from Kansas, he bought an existing sod house and acreage in what is now
Wheatridge, CO., West of Denver.
In later years the city acquired some of the
land for a park. The soddy was plastered to preserve it.
He then built a modern, for the times,
brick house adjacent to the soddy. The
property was a base for his operations into Northwest Colorado.
The soddy continued to be occupied. Our
Grandfather and his family lived there from time to time.
The water table in the area is high, and
the area was long grass prairie. The ground was fertile and vegetables for the
Denver market were grown.
Some historical buildings have been moved
to the site and a shed to store various artifacts of the early days. The place
operates on a shoestring and the efforts of dedicated volunteers.
So nice to do something family linked
that doesn’t include a visit to the family cemetery.
Idle hands create mischief and idle minds
of partially “educated” senior citizens with computer access maybe more.
Am I the only one suspicious of the
motives of those pushing the “climate change” hysteria? The message I receive,
to save us from ourselves, is world collectivist government. We, the masses,
are simply too ignorant to know what is in our best interest. It follows that
those who understand our best interest need to be properly compensated for
their wisdom and the burden of governing the masses. Is it probable that I am
wrong in my thinking?
Following along the meme of idle senior
minds, consider this dated gem from 1978.
A long slog to go through all of it, to
be sure and not all the points of the author are clear, at least to me.
The constant theme of the climate change
alarmists is increased carbon dioxide “trapped” in the atmosphere. We read of
studies of ice cores from Antarctica and Greenland being linked to our
situation today. Maybe the data is accurate. Maybe it is being interpreted correctly.
And, maybe it isn’t. There has been so much bullshit from the “scientific”
communities that any truth is obscured. Consider a foremost proponent, Albert
Gore, whose personal carbon footprint is that of a small city.
We hear all the time about, “clean
renewable energy”. Colorado supposedly gets 360 days of sunshine a year. It
also gets 365 nights a year. There doesn’t seem to be any economical way to
store solar energy. Does that mean we shut down at night and during blizzards?
Wind power? We are the Saudi Arabia of wind (except when it doesn’t blow). Oh
yes, there is the “not in my backyard” syndrome.
Hydro? Requires dams, doesn’t it? No environmental
impact there, right? Perhaps tidal
power? Perhaps for some coastal areas.
Remember, the loss of energy in the transmission process needs to be
considered. Plus, the structures will be built in someone’s back yard. Correct
me if I am wrong but, in California, isn’t there always an uproar, by the rich,
about the public using “their” beachfront?
There is emerging technology to capture
carbon from the atmosphere and store it in rock formations.
Takes a lot of water and lacks any
economic incentive. Opps. Back to collectivist government. We’ll demand it
done, cost be damned.
To me, the least disruptive way to power
is nuclear. Instant hysteria. Yet France gets 80% of their electricity from
nuclear and I don’t see them glowing from radiation. Uranium isn’t all that
plentiful and Shillary sold 20% of what we have to the Russians. Still, it is a
Under the headings of figures don’t lie,
liars figure in tandem with, “Don’t let a good crisis go to waste”, our local
near monopoly, Xcel Energy, needs to raise rates to ???????? well, climate
change, blah blah, blah.
A Colorado specific post. First, a few background paragraphs.
Colorado is unique in having added to the
Constitution the Taxpayers Bill of
Rights (TABOR) in 1992 only to suspend it for five years in 2005. Fighting for
and against TABOR has kept scores of lawyers gainfully employed along with the
lobbyist and special interests folks funding lawsuits.
The basic principal of TABOR is all
levels of government in Colorado are restricted in spending (and raising taxes)
by a formula involving inflation, population growth, and tax revenues. The goal
is balanced budgets and curbs on unnecessary spending. Increases must be voted
on by the public, not elected officials. There is even a mechanism for
refunding excess tax revenues back to the taxpayers (seldom happens).
The (P)regressives loath TABOR and are
ever trying to circumvent it. Seriously curtails their ability to spend other
people’s money for their pet projects.
An unfortunate side effect is the harm to
necessary programs and projects. As in, there are no perfect answers, only
intelligent choices (ha, faint hope there).
May I introduce Dave Perry, Editor of the
Aurora Sentinel, a shopper ‘newspaper’ from a Denver suburb, trying to compete
with the Denver Post for relevancy. He is extremely fluent in (P)regressive
speak. Reading his editorials makes me wonder if we inhabit the same planet.
Concerning the just past Special Session
of the Legislature that accomplished nothing, here are a few quotes from his
editorial as he hits many (P)regressive talking points.
Obstructionist Republican lawmakers
services hurt by the Great Recession and a dangerous GOP obsession with the
so-called TABOR amendment.
These misled and
misleading fans of infamous and felonious tax-protester Douglas Bruce, who
authored the broken Colorado Taxpayer Bill of Rights Amendment, hold the
majority of the state GOP hostage by threatening to invoke a vengeful base
unless they get NRA-like compliance.
puerile, anarchistic view of TABOR continues to hurt every corner of the state.
We frequently remind readers that not one, single state has ever created its
own TABOR, seeing how fatally flawed it is.
Lawmakers will return in January and voters will closely
watch them and decide next November who runs the state. Unless these GOP
partisan bullies change their ways, Colorado can’t tolerate any more of their
representative I know says the Democrat leadership defines bi-partnership as
letting the GOP members take their seats.
horrific event in Las Vegas has let Mr. Perry run full throttle on his favorite
I am sick of it. I’m sick of seeing these
bullies dare America to stop them from toting weapons meant to stop military
armadas to Walmart in case some other gun-freak loses it in the express lane.
Salt Lake City, 1974, an acquaintance was
the local district sales manager for American Motors (AMC).
The Salt Lake City Car Show was opening
and AMC had shipped in by rail one of the first AMC Pacers. AMC sent one West just for the show.
My friend picked it up and had it toughly
cleaned and polished then drove to the Salt
Palace for the show. Three blocks from the Salt Palace he was t-boned by a red
An omen for what was to come?
Say what you will about the Pacer but
know it was an innovative design for the times. Designed to be powered by the
Wankel rotary engine that never saw production, the car was designed for urban environments.
The doors tilted out from the top for easier exits in cramped parking spots.
The passenger door was wider than the driver’s door for easier back seat
access. All that glass was to minimize blind spots. It was built to a much higher safety standard
than was required at the time.
Having known for some time a competitor has been after my employer's clients, I've held my own counsel. These things have a life of their own. I'm, by choice, a lowly part time driver at the very bottom of the food chain. Four stress relieving words. Not My Fucking Problem. The competitor wants to hire me. Why not, I know the route and have all the certificates and completed tests. These are the people who first hired me. Then a medium sized company bought them out. Within weeks an international logistics company bought the medium sized company. The competitor has won the contract and my current employer will have no need for me in less than two weeks. The quandary is, do I give my current employer any notice I'm leaving? They haven't bothered to tell me my job is going away. Loyalty up, loyalty down? Don't think so. Fuck'em.
He starts out with, “the new finding means it’s going to be even
tougher to combat climate change than we realized.” assuming we are all in accord with the notion we need to ‘fight’
doesn’t mention, while the USDA estimates the USA has about 98.4 million
cattle, in 1880 an estimated 60 million bison inhabited North America. Does
Gerogie not understand bison are one of about 12 species of bovine inhabiting
OK, some species may now be extinct. All bovines belch and fart
methane. One wonders just how many bovines exist today world wide (1.3 to 1.5
billion) as to how many before, say, 1900?
an efficient “green house” gas that persists for around 16 years in our
atmosphere. Could it be that methane is a necessary component to keep our
All these climate change fanatics use the planet Venus as their
justification. How sure are we that Venus’ atmosphere persists solely because
of ‘green house’ gasses? Venus lacks a
magnetosphere. Apples to oranges comparison?
pleasing to his PETA readers, he slips in, "suggests
we should cut back on our consumption of meat and dairy. The privilege we have
over these animals, it would appear, now comes at a hefty price".
Sadly, all this “settled” science’crap
obscures good science. Information that should be taken seriously gets ignored
OK, one point to the PETA types. Cattle
are fed food to fatten them that causes such severe bloating that anti bloating
chemicals (Tums?) must be added to the feed. A fight for another day?
Numerous past poor financial decisions
mean I am still working for wages into my seventh decade.
Three days a week I drive through the
valley of frustration (and potential death) called Sugar Valley, US 26 from
Gurnsey, WY to North Platte, NE. Luckily I can turn South at Scottsbluff and
head South on Highway 71.
The drivers who live in Goshen County, WY
and Scottsbluff County, NE are horrible. Either they are bumbling along below
the speed limit or are following you two car lengths back.
Blinker fluid must command a premium
these tight asses won’t pay. Pulling out on the highway with no regard for the
speed of oncoming traffic may be a birthright.
Slowing way down a mile from where you will turn off is necessary so you
can adequately view neighbor’s crops and livestock.
Going South on Highway 71 is easier.
Little traffic and four lanes help. By the time I reach the Kimball County line
(where people know how to drive) my blood pressure drops out of the stroke
My advice? Note the county prefixes on
the header pictures. If, anywhere in these United State you see one, go on high
What isn’t a theory is the million dollar
baggage system that doesn’t work, and seemingly, cannot be fixed. Ask any
frequent flyer about retrieving their bags in a reasonable time.
When DIA first opened, you had to pay a
toll to leave. An elaborate building was erected and acres of concrete poured.
After closure, the area was closed to any
parking. A convenient cell phone waiting area with portable restrooms was
closed. Instead of re-purposing the toll plaza and building as a cell phone waiting area, a new “Food Court”
and cell phone waiting area was built.
Hard to reach, inadequate parking and
difficult to use, it continues the hallmark of DIA mismanagement.
As a frequent air freight shipper, I say
the air freight facilities suck.
TSA has been wonderful for the airline
and ancillary companies. All inefficiencies and bad customer service
experiences are blamed on “security regulations”. Some may even be true.
The freight agency I’m forced to use, Air
General, would make the average DMV office look like a drill team.
At least I don’t need to use FedEx. Their
DIA operation seems to be modeled after a Cold War East German border crossing.
Differs in not being as user friendly.
DIA probably isn’t the worst airport, or
has the worse mismanagement, but must be considered a contender IMO.
Wildfire swept over the old family homestead today. http://www.craigdailypress.com/news/winter-valley-fire-near-elk-springs-reaches-5200-acres-burning-on-cross-mountain-in-western-moffat-county/ The cemetery area was spared. The housing area wasn't. The above picture was a dugout cabin where my grandfather and great uncle spent a winter while they built houses for their families still in the Denver area. Later, my uncles slept there.
One house had long since collapsed but the other had been recently dismantled and the posts and beams salvaged, stacked, and preserved. All gone now. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6bCBkHShH4&t=10s
My grandparents and great grandfather. My grandfather died when my father was sixteen. My grandmother died when I was four and my great grandfather about the same time. Tough people who lived through tough times. The homestead was a great place to show succeeding generations our roots. The land remains.
Many thanks to my cousin and her husband for these pictures.
Being older than dirt, can't make sense of Millennium's priorities. Waiting for the Walmart cashier, looked at the young lady in front of me in the line. Pleasant, put a separator marker behind her purchases on the belt, and had a nice smile. Her purchases were a quart of generic motor oil and a few cheap food items. OK, many of us are poor or know what it is to be poor. She was dressed in mismatched raggedy thrift store cloths. They were clean. On her left calf was a $500-1,000 tattoo (just guessing, all I know of tattoos is I have none). Oh well, it is a free country.
We buried my oldest cousin yesterday who
passed after a ten month fight with cancer. After a traditional church service
and VFW/American Legion 21 gun salute in Craig, CO, his cremains were interred at
a private family cemetery West of Maybell, CO located on a 1913 homestead that
is still in the hands of family members.
Lee was a gunner’s mate on destroyers in
his younger days.
A portion of the road in.
His cremains were placed in his boots and those and his hat were interred.
The church was packed while the gathering
at the cemetery was mainly relatives.
One of his daughters insuring his favorite
M&Ms went with him.
In our clan, we dig the graves and fill
R.I.P Lee. Ride those wild horses cowboy.
There is nothing formal about the graves
area. People just pick a spot.
My father’s grave.
What appears to be a
rope in the upper left corner hanging from the tree is bark caused by a deer
scraping velvet from his antlers. From the location, he probably stood on the
grave. My father would be pleased. Seems the badger has stopped trying to den
in the grave as noted from our last visit. A cousin’s husband added some more
rock to the site.
I rode over with my sister. We have
started getting rain, helping to put out wildfires, and the early dawn light
show was amazing.
At 8,000' ASL the leaves are starting to
As always, life goes on. The youngest
person at the church was a great grandchild, age two months.