OldNFO posted this yesterday (I’m certain with forethought of today).
His point was we might have won some battles, but may ultimately lose the war because of the lack of proper education of the young, who will eventually inherit this mess.
Regardless of the undertone of the message, I post it today to honor the memory of a great man, who grew in his lifetime from a proponent of gun control to become the President of the National Rifle Association.
Watch and listen. Remember and learn. Thank you, Mr. Heston, for all you did. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
OldNFO, NRA News
When I first met J, my current roomie, she advised me she had many pets. Specifically a number of cats and three dogs. Chihuahuas. I thought crap, chihuahuas – little annoying barky, bitey things.
But, I was wrong. Each has proven themself special in their own way. All have unconditional love.
One of the dogs is Crosby, a tiny, tri-color Chihuahua long hair, who can pretty much fit in one hand. She’s quite old – 19 years(!), old for any dog. And is deaf, blind and has no teeth. She pretty much resembles the letter Q face-on, with her tongue playfully hanging to one side.
And, when I moved in a year ago June, Crosby adopted me. For some reason, she likes being around me. And she’s very quick and stealthy – one minute she’s asleep in the living room, the next laying immediately behind my heels while I make breakfast. So stealthy that I’ve almost broken my neck suddenly noticing her proximity and trying not to step on her. And she likes sitting on my chest looking around while I’m in the recliner. Not as though she can see much. And I have to hold on, because she’ll try to jump off, as though it’s 6 inches high.
And when you let her out with the other dogs, she will do her business in about ten seconds, then turn around and bark incessantly to be let back in. And she won’t stop until you do.
But now, she’s begun losing her footing, stumbling about as she walks into things. And she sleeps most of the time. She doesn’t seem to be in any pain, but she is having more-and-more difficulty with the daily stuff of life.
So, the decision was made. Yesterday.
I’ve lost previous pets, but she wasn’t even mine to lose.
Goodbye Sweet Crosby. Who am I gonna trip over now?
(NO, not the underrated Stanley Kramer film with Dick Van Dyke in a non-comedic role!)
I should have said, “Sometimes, the cripple falls – and food is less than perfect!”
A few days ago, J. left for California to assist her older sister who had just lost her husband. This left me again in the role of Dog Wrangler, and caretaker of the homestead. I’m okay with that.
Now, I’m a pretty self-sufficient guy, considering I’m on minimal disability and have some physical ‘issues’. Long time readers remember ‘Ed’, aka the really big shoe, which helps me to walk, unquasimodo-like (?)
Most of the time. Once in a great while, it doesn’t. Thursday, I just came in the front door when my right ankle turned and my 3 1/8″ built-up shoe went sideways. And I went down.
Now, normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal, as my roommate would be there to assist. But, she’s assisting her sister in California. and the three amigos (chihuahuas) don’t have the muscles or skills to block-and tackle me back to vertical. It would be like mice building the pyramids!
So, it took a bit for me to get up. Inventory bones and joints to make certain nothing is sprained or broken – CHECK! Pull myself over to the stair landing (next-to which I’d conveniently fallen) to get a purchase, and VIOLA’!
Some bruising and minor abrasions, muscle pain, and EVERYTHING hurt. More than usual.
Thank the gods for ibuprofen! And a short nap. After all, walking in the door takes great effort. So much for the plans I had to vacuum and dust on Thursday! (Hooray!)
About an hour later, I awakened to a telephone call from a good friend in Chicago. This reminded me of yet another task I had on my list. PORTILLOS recently opened just a few miles away!
For the uninitiated, Portillos is a famous Chicago Hot Dog chain. Visions of Chicago beef, hot dogs and Polish sausages went through my addled brain. I’d not had a good red hot in some months! Hmmm…..
SO, bent, but unbroken, I made my way to the car, and found out some additional muscles used for ingress and egress of said vehicle were also involved in my fall. Ouch! Nothing serious, though. And off to Portillos!
What a place!. Think Arnold’s from TV’s Happy Days on steroids. Clean, well organized, busy. At 2:00 in the afternoon! Glad I didn’t come for dinner on a Saturday!
Quick, efficient service. Good looking food. BUT lukewarm.
It was still tasty, but would have been 75% better in my estimation had the Polish been steaming hot and fries as well. And if the poppy-seeded bun didn’t look as it I’d fallen on it! The malt was excellent, chocolaty and malty. And cold. At least they were consistent, temperature-wise!
I do plan on going back, to try the onion rings, and maybe the Italian beef. But Yelp will get my opinion, one way or another.
Perhaps I’ll clean house Friday (having written the draft Thursday)…
PS – It’s Sunday, still haven’t cleaned! :-)
FTC – get your own Chi-town food. I paid for mine.
(Michael Corleone – Godfather III)
Siddhartha reminded me (by commenting on recent post) about the seduction of certain foods and chemicals. Drugs – certainly.
Coffee – the low end of the speed spectrum, I grant you – George Carlin
Some years back, I was on a ‘health food’ regimen. The specifics aren’t important, but one of the many things I denied myself (after years of thoroughly enjoying it) was caffeine.
Withdrawal was, what’s the quaint phrase? Hell-On-Wheels.
But after about six week of withdrawing from pretty much everything I liked, I suddenly awakened feeling better. And speaking of awakening, I slept like a rock, no interruptions, and awakened refreshed and energized!
This was not the insomnia-ridden, no-bladder-control, wake up tired experience I was used to!
And it was marvelous. For a few years.
But, all good things must come to an end. One of the things I’d NOT denied myself was television. And with television came commercials. With all her sexy, image-laden taunts of cheeseburgers, doughnuts, steak, ribs, french fries, and pizza. And most importantly coffee and soda.
And soon I had another troop of chemically-laden, empty-caloried monkeys on my back! Caffeine (and other things) in all her glory.
I’ve been thinking about giving it up again. At least the caffeine. Certainly all the diet soda I consume cannot be healthy for me. (Not to mention the chemicals).
But, not today!
God give me chastity. But don’t give it yet – Saint Augustine
(Now, seriously – where else will you see images of The Godfather and St. Augustine in the same essay?)
Not THIS kind…
Largely because of errors-in-judgement I’ve made in my own life, I find myself drawn to other’s opinions with regard to how one should live. And I sometimes even try to apply them to my standards, and see how (or if) they fit.
I’ve occasionally referred to The Art of Manliness in this blog. While much of what is written there is a how-to, some of it is a paradigm-breaking thing. Thinking outside the box, as it were.
This recent essay challenges the mold of modern parenting. The one wherein a parent tells the child they can accomplish anything if they put their mind to it. Now my parents tried their own version of this which was I wasn’t living up to my potential. Not exactly a positive message. I tried to encourage my own daughter, but let her figure out her own limits for herself. She wasn’t necessarily supposed to live my dreams. She was to live hers.
“You can do anything you put your mind to!”
“The sky’s the limit!”
“You’re the best!”
“Follow your dreams!”
Did you hear these kinds of things growing up? Your parents sure meant well. They really felt like you were the most special creature to arrive on planet earth – a beautiful boy full of limitless possibilities. You could do anything in the world!
But now that that boy is grown up and in his twenties, you might find that such encouragement has become more paralyzing than motivating. If your possibilities really are endless, how will you ever decide which path to take and what to do with your life? (TAOM)
I would encourage you to visit the link above and also read the other essays. I often learn things there – and I’m old!
Better than thinking I can blow up the Earth because it blocks my view of Venus!
The Political Stuff came in third. Sadly, many times this meshes with the Gun Stuff.
This got me to thinking. (I know, you could smell the smoke in your zip code! :-) ) I don’t write as often about the PI stuff as I used to, in part because I want interesting, clever, funny, dramatic stuff, and my muse doesn’t always have that. Partially because PI stuff can be b-o-r-i-n-g.
Think about it. One does much as a police detective, street cop or CSI does. Without the force of the government behind you, or a backup a radio call away. Back-in-the-day, there wasn’t an Internet, or boo-koo databases available at your fingertips. Just like the gov’t guys, it was shoe leather, and more shoe leather (I actually DID wear holes in my Florsheims, and later in my Allen Edmonds), windshield time,
interviewing neighbors getting the neighbors to come to the door and speak with you (maybe), searching through dusty records and archives for that ONE clue, standing in line at Motor Vehicle Records (the great equalizer of PIs, process servers, insurance investigators and attorneys) hoping the funds spent will lead you to the next right clue. Sitting on surveillance. It was like waiting for the movie to start at the drive-in*. Waiting and watching. For untold hours. Putting up with the nosy Alice Kravitz-type neighbors; curious dogs; police sent to investigate you by Alice. Having to go to the bathroom and being unable to hold it any longer, and the standard-issue glass milk bottle just didn’t cut it.
I’ve not been a PI since 1986. And I medically retired as a credit card fraud investigator in 2009. It was demanding, underpaying, unappreciated, sometimes demeaning work.
I miss it. I’ve got the PI Blues…
…from my head down to my shoes…with the holes in them...
*drive-in: They used to show first-run motion pictures al fresco; one could sit in one’s car and watch. Better with two. Of course, then less movie watching occurred!
(the above to be read in a radio announcer’s voice…Gabriel Heater?)
As some of you know, part of my daily routine (aside from penning – or
stealing copying – material for this blog is to read a daily almanac page from Ref Desk, entitled Today in History. Some days seems mundane, as if nothing happened in humanity of note on that day. Others? Well, here are some snippets from today’s almanac page:
1834 John Wesley Powell US, geologist/explorer/ethnologist
1871 Sir Ernest Rutherford nuclear scientist
1874 Harry Houdini [Erik Weisz] Budapest Hungary, magician/escape artist
1898 Dorothy Stratton organizer (SPARS-women’s branch of US Coast Guard)
1902 Thomas E Dewey Ohio, 1st Catholic Presidential candidate 1944, 1948 (R)
1909 Clyde Barrow bank robber (of Bonnie & Clyde fame)
1930 Steve McQueen Slater MO, actor (Wanted, Dead or Alive, Blob, Bullitt)
1603 Elizabeth I Tudor [Maiden Queen] UK queen (1558-1603), dies at 69
1905 Jules Verne sci-fi author (Around the World in 80 Days), dies at 77
1953 Queen Mary of Britain dies
1964 Peter Lorre Hungarian/US actor (Maltese Falcon, Raven), dies at 59
1976 Bernard L Montgomery British General, defeated Rommel, dies at 88
On This Day…
1664 Roger Williams is granted a charter to colonize Rhode Island
1721 Johann Sebastian Bach opens his Brandenburgse Concerts
1765 Britain enacts Quartering Act, required colonists to provide temporary housing to British soldiers
1832 Mormon Joseph Smith beaten, tarred & feathered in Ohio
1883 1st telephone call between New York & Chicago
1898 1st automobile sold
1906 “Census of the British Empire” shows England rules 1/5 of the world
1930 Planet Pluto named
1947 John D Rockefeller Jr donates NYC East River site to the UN
1975 Muhammad Ali TKOs Chuck Wepner in 15 to retain the heavyweight boxing title
1989 Worst US oil spill, Exxon’s Valdez spills 11.3 million gallons off Alaska
1980 El Salvador’s leading human rights activist, Archbishop Oscar Romero, 62, was assassinated by a sniper while saying mass in a hospital chapel.
Who knows what happened in history tomorrow?
Two years ago, today, I began writing this blog.
I’d been on disability, and passed the time on the Internet reading blogs. I was frankly looking for some female friends who liked guns, and found some female gun bloggers. Unfortunately, these were in Ohio, Indiana and Idaho. They became my blogmothers. (Note-to-self: find female gun bloggers in AZ!)
I had no clue what I was doing. Some would say I still don’t.
In the past two years I’ve learned to write in paragraphs, write about those things I know, and to be disciplined. (sometimes)
I’ve written at least one blog post daily (sometimes two, occasionally three, once or twice four) every day.
And I’ve included a cartoon, a tasteful photo of a beautiful woman and a You Tube clip of my choosing, every day, as well.
And a quote of the day.
I told a couple friends locally I was writing a blog, and, before I knew it, I had followers (!)
Follower number 10 was North , the first person not actually known to me at the time. Since then he and many others have become friends!
As of this post, I have 89 followers, including a female blogger in Pakistan.
Over 164,821 pageviews! (if we include the 84K from the first year’s BLOGGER version) 5,397 comments, (some of which weren’t even from me!)
I’ve written 1,146 posts, about 2/3 of which were of my own authorship (not stolen borrowed or expounded upon from another blog).
And I’ve made many friends in the United States, and around the World.
I’m proud to say I’ve actually met some of these folks, and spoken with others on the telephone. Some have regularly communicated via email. A few have become close. One even gifted me ammunition! I’m both proud and humbled.
And still amazed.
One of my early followers was my good friend Mark Bell, who passed away February 1, 2012. He told me one of his first stops every morning was Guffaw in AZ. I like to think he still stops by.
I will continue to strive to report the facts and truth as I know them, for as long as I am able, and I care to.
And perhaps a few more PI stories.
tampered with amended The Usual Suspects to add those who have been friends and contributors and delete those who have stopped blogging. Sadly, some have passed away.
My thanks to all of you for your support.
Your obedient servant,
Rev. Paul, of Way Up North reportedly had a cardiac event and rolled his pickup truck yesterday. He’s doing okay, after a stent was put in, but the truck not so much.
Please keep good thoughts for him, and pray, if that’s your thing. Paul is one of my first Internet blogfriends and has been an ardent supporter of both me and this blog.
Hang in there, Rev. Paul!
January 26, 2013…
January 26 has always been a weird day.
Turned out to be diffuse large cell lymphoma. I spent the next six months enduring chemotherapy, weird pain, weakness and hair loss. And weekly doctor visits. It looked for a while that I wasn’t gonna be around to write this blog nonsense.
But, here I am :-P. I’ve been more than fortunate.
People sometimes gasp when I recount certain chapters in my life. My leg disability at age 12, loss of my daughter, and being a cancer survivor. While I’ve had my moments, it’s nothing compared to Brigid’s brother and his battle against lymphoma. Or CoolChange (c)(c) watching over his beloved wife, now in hospice. They need all your good thoughts, and prayers, if that’s what you do.
And if you donate blood, please continue to do so. Or start. And mark that organ donor spot on your driver’s license. It’s the least we can do.
Sad PS – Rick (CoolChange) announced in his blog today that his beloved wife passed @ 5:55 yesterday.