Thursday, December 14, 2017

Not Unalaska

Not up to Unalaska standards but entertaining for an agriculture and oil field community.


dvr.com/2017/12/12/woman-crashes-into-business-in-downtown-greeley-after-apparent-panic-attack/


And this sad story.


Great Western is a local railroad that serves as a link between the Union Pacific main line and the BNSF main line. They also serve local businesses by shuttling freight cars and taking them to the two biggies. Their equipment is older major railroad retired locomotives. Due to the condition of their roadbed, they seldom exceed 30 mph.  

This collision is weird.


http://omnitrax.com/our-company/our-railroads/great-western-railway-of-colorado-llc/

Monday, December 11, 2017

Buck No

Congressman from my district, Ken Buck. Presents himself as a "conservative". Should be written, CONservative. Voted against the National Reciprocity Act.

Last election I voted against the Democrat, not for Buck. Next election it will take a Pelosi clone for that to happen again.

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Snarky Remark

Left a snarky remark on Every Blade of Grass.

http://every-blade-of-grass.blogspot.com/

Reminded me of an old blog posting.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Jiggle Joint


The Situation. Three men, all seniors, in a Southern City, with six hours to kill.

The Solution. Bass Pro Shop.

One man’s wife calls him on his cell phone. Conversation goes much like this.

Man, “Hello honey” (Caller I.D.)

Wife, “Where are you? What are you doing?”

Man, “We are waiting on the client, have some time to kill, so we are walking around a Bass Pro Shop.”

Wife, “You are in a Bass Pro Shop with OUR credit card!”

Man, “We drove by three titty bars on the way here. It was Bass Pro Shop or one of them.”

Wife, “The titty bars would be a lot cheaper than you loose in a Bass Pro Shop!”

Yeah, age has caught up with us.

Friday, December 8, 2017

Passings

Our last maternal aunt passed on December 7th. She was 102+. Official obituary here.


She was a strong woman, in her work, her values, and her religion. She was a kind soul, never mean, at least to my knowledge. A church lady in the finest Southern tradition, she walked the walk.

We were able to attend her 100th birthday celebration where she held forth lucidly and showed her prodigal memory. Although she had health issues and limited mobility, she had zero self pity. Took on life as it came. 



These pictures are for any relatives that might wander by.




R.I.P Aunt Eleanor. You were an inspiration to us all.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Sister Kink

One of the hardest workers I’ve ever met has gotten herself into trouble. Lori Saine, a Colorado State Representative, was arrested for carrying a firearm through the TSA Checkpoint at Denver International Airport. My guess? She has been carrying for so long she forgot she had it.


Lori and I worked in car sales for the same organization. She was a ferocious competitor and hated me for being just a tad bit better. Later, I recommended her to be the manager of a used lot we opened in Windsor, CO. She didn’t like me as a boss any better than as a co-worker. Oh, well.

 Across the street was a radio station employing Dudley Brown, a controversial figure in 2nd Amendment issues. They became acquainted.


With his encouragement and support she entered politics.

I called her Sister Kink. The name had to do with the way she sold cars. I know nothing, nor care, about her private life. Her husband is an exceptional RV salesman. He endorsed her nickname when he heard it.

We operated in Windsor out of a tastefully and professionally remodeled gas station. Very attractive. In the rear two drive in bays were retained. We kept high value vehicles in them at night.

 Once, after a vicious blizzard, the yokel we hired to plow the lot left an eave high mound of plowed ice and snow blocking one bay and trapping a car. Someone at another of our lots wanted the car and started raising hell. I arrived to find Lori, all 5’ of her, attacking the mound with a snow shovel. No. I put a stop to that immediately, and shut up those demanding the car in my usual gentle and tactful way.

Left to her own devices without someone (me, usually) monitoring, her ethics, those of a starving piranha, would cause a lot of heat. Such is life in the car business.

As a manager, I cared about three things. Can you do the job? Can you be relied upon to be there when the store is open? Can you be trusted with money? Lori was a solid “YES”.

I wish her luck with her current problem.


Sunday, December 3, 2017

Father's Birthday

Today would be my father's 96th birthday. Sadly he passed at age 64. Probable cause? Undiagnosed and untreated sleep apnea. 

Like anyone who had a great parent, I miss him. What saddens me most is my sons didn't get to grow up with him.

A WWII vet, he trained in chemical warfare but  ended up in the Army Air Corp in India. He was one of the troops kicking out supplies from C-47 and C-46 doing aerial supply, among other duties. Going there and coming back he crossed the Equator in the Pacific, Indian, and Atlantic oceans. This seemed to be an
 irritant to his brothers-in-law who were Navy, not that he was shy about reminding them.

He always was busting his ass supporting his family.
Stubborn, he would always get this piece of junk gasoline powered Cat running, even if it took all day.
A superb horseman, he was the best rider I've seen. Second place goes to my sister. Me? Like a sack of potatoes tied to the saddle horn.  

As a hunter he didn't miss. At the rifle range killing paper I could easily best him. Going after game? Never beat him. I shot trees. He shot between the trees. 300 yards, open sights, standing on a horses rump in belly deep snow? One fucking shot, just behind the front shoulder. Down goes a two point bull elk. 

R.I.P Dad.

Checkbook Politics

Another Colorado focused political rant.

A section of Colorado geography running roughly from Steamboat Springs South to Pagosa Springs has great mountain scenery and four season recreation. Over the years it has attracted the moneyed class, especially trust funders. Once entrenched, they go about changing the political landscape to their choosing using their checkbooks.

Epicenter of the moneyed class is Aspen, which is within the 3rd Congressional District and  currently occupied by a, gasp, Republican who keeps getting re-elected. The (P)regressives keep putting up their own ideological acceptable candidate. Their current war horse?


Wow! Strong resume there.

Another moneyed class in Colorado is the RINOs who managed to re-elect a first term Democrat Senator, Michael (mumbles) Bennett because the man who won out in the Republican primaries “wasn’t one of them” and didn’t get party support (and neither did President Trump IMO).


Some readers may be familiar with the name, Tom Steyer.


He has written a lot of checks in Colorado for (P)regressive causes and candidate with limited success. Perhaps now he is busy spending $20 million impeaching President Trump maybe he will leave Colorado alone.


Yeah, yeah I know. Have an internet connection and too much time on my hands.