Neutrality and dispassionate are the modes I maintain as I
deliver letters to mortgagees behind on their payments for the agency that pays
me to do so. Occasionally, like this morning, I return to my car and tablet and
seethe with anger.
Approaching the house, the doorbell button is gone, a clue
that this might be an awkward call. Knock on the door and hear a dog barking
inside. Wait, second knock and someone comes to the door. The door opens a
crack and I ask, “Mr. XXXX?”
The door opens wider and I see a teen boy, maybe 16, and he
“He doesn’t live here. He hasn’t for a month. He has a
The young man’s shame and embarrassment was obvious. I
concluded my business by giving him the envelope to forward and departed.
What kind of shithead coward puts his children in that
position? Yeah, rhetorical question.
If I did only one thing right in raising my sons, it is you
don’t hit women. Both of the younger ones have been in abusive relationships.
Both were hit by the women in their lives. Both walked away instead of
retaliating. The same happened in my only marriage.
The money spent on lawyers would have made a good college
fund start. My youngest got full custody and later the birth mother lost all
parental rights. To see how those children have grown and thrived in a loving,
but disciplined, home makes it all worthwhile.
Middle son was married five years. Thankfully, no children.
That house I visited will probably end up in foreclosure.
The signs of property neglect are plain. Poverty and uncertainty will be the
fate of the children.
Advertising. I’m not against it, not at all. During my years
in the car biz spent a lot of money on it. What chafes my ass is disrespectful,
I don’t own a television, and I don’t watch television. I
will be interested in a program, then comes eight to ten minutes of
commercials. By the time they are over, I’ve lost interest.
More and more the internet is being infested. OK, I will
live with some but when my screen goes totally a commercial and I have to
interact with the damned thing to be able to finish what I was reading, that
goes too far. Plus, they take too long to download.
Tonight I purged my sideboard of the worse offenders.
All in all one of the reasons I like books. No f^^king
During the Lightbringer years, the RINOs became the loyal
opposition, IMO, and made a comfortable living playing the opposition, careful
not to actually win, and fooled their base into thinking “something is being done!!!!!”
My parents moved to Steamboat Springs, CO when I was in the
7th Grade and settled there. My sister attended school there K-12.
Barbed wire fences there are usually four strands, and a
normal winter is a 3 wire (about 30’ of snow total, but compacted). Some
winters are 2 wire (a disaster) and some, like this winter, not only cover the
fourth wire, but the top of the fence posts.
It is a hard winter for ranchers but a boon to skiers and
those who live off them.
Steamboat gets little, if any, wind being in a deep valley.
To the east is the Continental Divide where 100 mph winds are not uncommon.
What Steamboat does get is extreme cold temperatures, like -50°, night after
night. Tires develop flat spots sitting and in extreme cold don’t get round for
a few miles.
About ¼ mile from the location of the picture in the article
is Thorium. I’m not sure if there is a commercial quantity deposit, but I get a
perverse delight imagining the howls of the residents should it be developed.
Snow pack is at 123% of normal and winter isn’t over. Good
news for Lake Powell as the Yampa, which flows into the Green, isn’t impounded
anywhere downstream of Steamboat. Neither is the Green below Flaming Gorge in
On a personal level, I don’t miss Steamboat but still have
fond memories of the Yampa Valley.