Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Pain Dulls But Never Goes Away

My father, Robert T (Bob) White died this day in 1985 in his sleep. Over the years the pain has dulled but never gone completely away. Probable cause of death? We believe congestive heart failure brought on by untreated sleep apenia.

He was born in his grandmother's home in Sunbeam, Moffat County, CO. That caused him some good nature teasing when he was in the Army/Army Air Corps in WWII, especially when his home of record was Skull Creek, CO.

Flat out the best horseman I've ever seen, his only competition was his elder brother.
My biggest regret, or loss, is my sons weren't able to grow up around him.

He sent me a letter when I was in Germany in the Army threatening to disown me if I volunteered for Vietnam. His point, "I fought in a damned Asian war. I didn't raise a son to fight in one". As it was, the Army only accepted USAREUR volunteers if they were fluent in French. I wasn't.

Speaking of languages he had a gift. He was completely fluent in Hindustani as spoken in the Assam area and was passable in Mexican and Dine (Navajo).

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His shooting skills were outstanding. I was a good shot, won several competitions as a Junior NRA member, and came within two rounds of maxing qualification at Ft. Leonard Wood. At the range killing paper I beat him every time (which pissed him off - he was not a gracious loser). Hunting, putting meat on the table, I was wasting ammo while he didn't miss. That is when he got his back (and I'm not a gracious loser either).

We went in together on a Piper J4 which we both learned to fly. Later he owned a C-182. The man could fly but was damn careless and I called him on it. Those times weren't especially pleasant.

His death was especially hard on my sister who is much younger.

He gave me a good example of what a man should be and it has served me well. I hope my sons will say the same when I pass.

Sunday, March 18, 2018


Elephants stomp and ants tremble or so it seems. The courier biz is going through some changes and clients are lost and gained. My employer is losing some routes including the bulk of mine. I'm offered other routes but don't like them. Hence, I'm taking a self imposed furlough. 

Financially I'm fine other than facing some large dental bills. Then again, I'm kind of liking the Kentucky meth head look.

This weekend I worked because they didn't have anyone. Flu has hit the company hard. Sort of riding for the brand. The route involves driving to Estes Park, home of badly driven Subarus and SUVs, plus Boulder and Denver. Not something I enjoy.

  "Give me room, lots of room and starry skies above...."

One thing I've learned in life is this. The only constant is change.

So we'll see how this plays out.

Friday, March 16, 2018

Getting 45 Wrong

Escaping the norm, thankfully, is part of President Trump’s way of operating, IMO. Yeah, WSF is going off on the political climate in Washington, D.C., of which he knows nothing but what he reads. You have been warned.

You read about the “turmoil” in the White House staff. Cabinet members fired. Advisors come and go. All this is very upsetting to the political establishment and the deep state. They can’t grasp he isn’t one of them and never will be. They are not going to mold him into one of them and, from all appearances; he doesn’t give a shit that they are upset. I think this is a good thing.

Looking in from way outside, I see the overall culture in D.C. is, “Go along to get along, and we will all make money”. Few leave D.C. poorer than they arrived, don’t you agree? President Trump isn’t one of them. I doubt he is doing anything but losing much of his wealth by serving.

I find him to be completely sincere in what he says and how he goes about doing it. So refreshing to hear words not focus group tested, polished, and not read off a teleprompter. His predecessor couldn’t string three coherent impromptu sentences together without rehearsals or a teleprompter. 

Those of us in the private sector who have been fortunate to work for kick ass entrepreneurs know they don’t suffer fools and don’t let problem situations fester. It is their way or the highway until, and unless, you have proven to them that your judgment has merit. They put their asses on the line daily and so should you. It isn’t a comfortable environment.  The “in crowd” hates being in this position, IMO. My response? Tough shit! Grow a set.

I read Dick Morris daily. He isn’t always right but generally has something thought provoking. Plus, he is a far better writer than me. He had an interesting take on this subject today.

President Trump’s biggest sin? Making a whole swath of our population of self important assholes irrelevant. They will never forgive him, poor things. Bless their hearts.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Bland and Boring

The Unalaska Police blotter was so entertaining when Officer Jennifer Shockley was writing it. Compare how mundane the city I live in is in comparison.

Not to say there isn’t serious crime. This month two major illegal marijuana operations were busted.

Guess I’m na├»ve. We have legal marijuana here. The only real impact I’ve noticed is neighboring state law enforcement is quick to pull over vehicles with Colorado plates for any kind of traffic violation, some real, and then want to do a search.

Maybe bland is good?  

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Monday, March 12, 2018

It's Been A Monday

“The world is my urinal” caught me this morning. The place I stopped was near a scene of recent criminal activity and two Laramie, WY County Deputies had the place staked out. Midway through relieving myself,  got lit up. After ten embarrassing minutes, I was on my way ten miles up the road to finish the job. 

Cheyenne is the county seat of Laramie County. Laramie is the county seat of Albany County, just to confuse the rest of the world.

At my first stop the entry is the emergency room entrance and the path to the lab goes by the various treatment rooms. Pacing the hall was a county deputy, perhaps the most intimidating policeman I’ve ever encountered. Being on the large size and a dirty white boy, I am seldom even aware of other men. This deputy looked like he stepped out of a WWE ring. In addition, he wasn’t in a good mood.

“Good morning, officer”, I said.

“Morning, how are you?,  he replied in a tone of voice that made it clear he was in no mood for chit chat.

“Fine, thank you”, I replied as I scuttled down the hall, thankful I wasn’t the critter in the treatment room he was guarding.

For weeks I’ve been writing up loose fender linings on my daily driver log. Pulling into the airfreight side of DIA I heard a sudden noise. Yeah, you guessed it. 

Note the snow tire, the one thing my employer spends top dollar to equip the fleet. Other than oil changes and wiper blades, “deferred” is the maintenance mantra.

Tired of it all, I solved the problem with a box cutter and some inspired profanity.

My entry on the daily log sheet included,

“Can’t guarantee how long the fenders will stay in place without the support of the fender liners”.

Hope your Monday was better than mine. On a positive note, the weather was grand and the number of stupid driver encountered were few.

Sunday, March 11, 2018

School Assembly

My favorite part of school was the monthly assembly where all types of outside presenters would put on a show for the students. These presenters evidently traveled a circuit. Wondering if this is still done, checked Google and found this.

So happy to see it continues.

I attended nine different schools, some twice, 1st grade to high school. These were rural schools, one with just nine students. Not every school had assemblies. Some that I remember.

Patsy Montana and her husband doing trick roping.

A man demonstrating liquid nitrogen.

Archers, including a talk on the use of archers in the Korean War. What today would be called special ops.

A weight lifting demonstration. While of great interest to us wrestlers, he geared his presentation to both sexes. That was appreciated by several future Olympic skiers, this being in Ski Town USA.

A man putting on a Tesla demonstration.

There were many others. In an era when the internet was called Encyclopedia, we students were exposed to things we probably would never know. Isn’t that the purpose of education?

A kid one year behind me became a rocket scientist. He built, as a junior, a three stage rocket. His senior year his parents were able to take him to White Sands, N.M. where he was able to fly it. It worked. While I never asked, I’m sure the assemblies had something to do with his interests.

Surely the programs have evolved over the years and been infected with SJW crap but I’m happy to see them continue.