The Relic Master

It could be a blessing in disguise, but none of my children are very mechanically inclined. They all have their individual talents, and I thank God for that, but they have not ever spent much time out in the shop, a place where I've made a living for most of my working life. I say "a blessing in disguise" because all I have to show for being able to work with my hands is a fair to midland income and a sore back. I'm pretty sure I would like my offspring to do a bit better than me.

With all that said, it does make me pretty proud when they occasionally pick up a tool to concoct a space saving shelf for their school lockers. After all, the ability to build shelter, make a tool, or create something with raw material is part of man's basic survival instinct and all of us should practice it.

It seems the apple hasn't fallen too far from the tree with my youngest. He asked me to help him with a project involving his old electric guitar. He saw some examples of guitars that were distressed to look old and worn and wanted to relic his Epiphone. He told me what he wanted done and I showed him how to use some tools that would help him complete his project. He watched. Gradually he took over his project and completed it with such success that some of his friends wanted him to do the same for their old Fender Squires.

I was at the fire hall the next day when I received a text from Joe... "Where is the sander?". Puzzled, I replied; "Why?". After several other texts helping him to find various tools and sundries, a fear came over me when I realized he was in my shop... alone... with power tools. I was pleased when I came home the next morning not only to find him with all his digits still attached but a very cleverly antiquated electric guitar leaning against the couch.

So now the word is out and the relic master has set up his custom shop in my garage. He has just completed his third relic and I hope he continues to develop his skills and working with his hands. Whether or not he should make a career doing such things...well let's just say the jury is still out.

End of an Era

"Baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and Chevrolet..." The GM giant submitted this little ditty back in 1975. The jury is still out on the nutritional value of the wiener, and with the big three bail-out debacle, I don't think Rick Wagoner will be on anybody's Christmas list this year. As for baseball, it has always been a staple in the Stoehr house.

For almost 15 years of everything from teeball to Varsity coaching, the end of and era has come. My youngest announced last week he was retiring from the game. In an effort to pursue better grades and his love of music, he will hang up the spuds and gloves.

This news came with a barrage of mixed emotions for me. The first of which was, thank God it's over. We have worn out vehicles driving to and from practices and games, spent hundreds of dollars on equipment, tournament fees, uniforms, coach gifts and sunflower seeds. Parents spent what seemed to be every summer weekend at tournaments and all we came home with was sunburn and dehydration.

The true reality of this decision came to me later in that day. I actually had to choke back a tear. Thinking about seeing your kid all decked out in his jersey and funny socks...parents wait (some longer than others) for weeks for the moment their little star makes that amazing catch, or drives an inside pitch over the left field wall to end a game, just to utter those words..."That's my boy!". I'm going to miss that.

If you go back and read past entries in the Basegasket Blog you will find a pattern to some of my archives written. It seems the changes that come from a child changing from child to adult, cut me to the quick at times. We have encountered many challenges and changes as our babies mature, but one thing has always proven itself time and time again; they still continue to amaze us. Even though they are not on a diamond shaped field anymore, our babies continue to provoke us to utter those words... "That's my girl!"... "That's my boy!". What more can one ask for?

Maybe I will continue to attend baseball games and watch my Yanks on TV. I might still fall victim to the hotdog cart outside the west town Home Depot again. Maybe someday I'll drive one of Rick's electric cars. Who knows what will happen next in this crazy world...? Well one thing I do know will happen; I will eat Mama's apple pie again. Hold the cheese please.

Spit!

So many changes we have experienced since becoming southerners about 2 years ago. The ideals, the food, the lingo. It has been rather entertaining to say the least. How different two communities can be, yet separated by an mere 755 miles. Since we decided to throw in the Western NY towel and move to Knoxville, we came with a open mind and prepared to adopt some of the culture.

The process has been easy, mainly because I think we are southerners at heart. The people I have associated with have sensed that I came here to adopt a new way of life and not bring a northern flair to a place that doesn't need it. The whole process of this social permutation has been very comfortable and easy to undertake.... well almost.

Smokeless Tobacco.

Chew, snuff, dip or whatever you want to call it. It's everywhere! We had it back in WNY, but down here everyone does it or at least has tried it, even the girls! It wouldn't be so bad for me if the dipper could just swallow their own saliva like the rest of us do, but they seem to find some value in their brown and yellow slime and collect it in some makeshift spittoon like a Wishbones Styrofoam cup. Oh and might I remind you... the cup holder on the dash of your F-150 is not intended to support a 10lb brass spittoon or anything that resembles a spittoon.

It all started when I was riding with Parkey in the Facilities Department. We had been together for about a week when he asked me if I would mind if he put a chew in (I don't know why its called that because they don't actually chew anything.) Being the good guy I said sure go ahead. Little did I know that Parkey also had an affinity for his spit and proceeded to collect it for 3 days. I hunkered in the corner of the cab of that truck pressed up against the door with visions of that cup of slime splashing all over me in the event of a collision, or even worse I would mistakenly grab Parkey's cup thinking I was about to drink my sweet tea and suck down his mixture of coffee grounds and bile. Yuk! I'm gagging just writing about it. I asked him not to do it anymore... He said OK. Just some more of that southern kindness.

Everyday I go to the Academy and we go through our daily activites of classroom sessions and practical exercises. We find ourselves taking a break every hour or so. Outside we go to commiserate about the material discussed. As the smokless tobacco users get there little tins out and slap the lid with that curious jerk of the wrist, its not seconds until the spitting commences. Within minutes the blobs of slick are surrounding me. One day I dropped a new Ticonderoga pencil from my ear and it rolled into a blob stopping it dead in its tracks. The Ticon pencil is the best in the world and I love them but... its still there, stuck now that the spit has dried.

OK so I got issues, I know that, but when a grown man wraps course cut Red Man in sour apple bubble gum in a wad the size of a golf ball and sticks it between his cheek and gum. That's just... blah!

Saucy Courage

I saw the most impressive display of courage this week. The leadership at the fire academy had a bit of a schedule change for us.We were supposed to sit thru a 6 hour lecture on forceable entry; oh how fun! Instead we plunged (no pun intended) into the exciting world of rappelling.

Not being a big fan of heights in my latter years, I was not very enthused about climbing out a 5th story window teathered to a piece of rope. When asked if there was anyone in the group who was not thrilled about the whole rappelling idea, I quickly rose to the occasion and moved to the crowd of beginners and cowards.

I hid behind my camera taking shots of my fellow classmates as they, one by one, awkwardly climbed out the window and scaled down the side of the tower. As the group of next -in- liners got smaller, the anxiety and impending fall to our death became evident on all our faces. Fear had overcome and our expressions showed that fear.

I did not want to be the last one to go out, so I volunteered fourth from last. It was hard for me to make that move over the ledge, and not wanting to display to those below my angst, I quickly moved to the outside. Not 5 seconds after my weight was on the rope I felt a rush of confidence. my fear was gone and I zipped down the wall like a pro. (except for that harness... permanent damage to the twig and berries.)

I rushed back up the tower to continue shooting pictures as the next victim was hooked up. With some hesitation they made it out and down to the pavement.

As the last contestant of the day moved toward the window, his eyes looked glazed and his color was off. His posture showed the battle going on inside his body. Sitting on the window sill he slowly, slowly, won that battle and out the window he went.

That day my fellow classmate and friend would have done any other task in the world other than go out that window. That was not an option for him. He had to do it.

Courage is the ability to confront fear, pain, risk, danger, uncertainty or intimidation. Each time a person faces those obstacles and overcomes them, their fortitude increases. My friend, a man of stature, a paramedic, and firefighter to the core, faced his biggest fear and beat it with a stick.

Good for him and all those who follow him... onto accident scenes and into burning buildings.
He has proven to me, through his display of courage that day, of what a gallant leader he makes, and this is one recruit that would follow him, only hoping for some of that intrepidity to rub off on me.

Back in the Saddle Again

I bought my bike back in 2001. I hooked up with a pretty active riding group right from the start. Webb, Shipley, Fox, Erin and Babbs, just to name a few. Needless to say I rode a lot. Some riding seasons as much as 5000 miles! That's pretty good considering the short Western NY summers, and it makes for a happy Basegasket too!
Moving to East Tennessee brought many changes for our family as I have told you here in past blog entries. All the changes have been positive and good for all of us. Well, almost all.
Leaving behind my biker gang has found my hog sitting in my E. Tennessee garage collecting dust with half the air in the tires... pitiful! Something had to be done. Hmmm... Road trip anyone?
My WNY/riding buddy Webb, brings his son to the NASA Space Camp each summer down in Huntsville. This year he trailered his bike down and we had a chance to ride a bit.
A high pressure system settled in last week and hung around for the weekend making the weather absolutely awesome. The desire to leave early Saturday morning fell by the wayside (just got lazy) and we rolled out of the Gulfwood Subdivision about 10.
North toward the Cumberland Gap and the tunnel on Route 25. We climbed to the top of Pinnacle Point for some photos.

One foot in VA one foot in KY

A small jaunt across VA Route 58 to Jonesville and then south along the Trail of the Lonesome Pine across Tennessee, continuing south to Asheville for the night. After a good nights sleep we headed west thru Maggie Valley, Bryson City and Robbinsville along the south side of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. After a fill-up we climbed up to 5200 ft along the Cherohala Skyway. Fifty-one miles of great scenery and twisties. Heading north toward Knoxville brought our trip to an end clocking 465 miles for the weekend.
The Academy has been very exhausting to say the least. With all the material we covered in the EMS training, the physical exercise and running, and now the fire training, I have been physically and mentally taxed. With that said, as I was rolling down NC state Route 19 I really felt the medicinal qualities of the journey heal my body and my soul. Our weekend ride was long overdue, sorely missed, and a nice change from my recent dysphoric condition.

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Evaluation Time- Week 5

Wikipedia says to "evaluate" is "to display the systematic determination of merit, worth, and significance of something or someone". For the recruits of the Knoxville Fire Department we get to experience that event every month of our 6 month tour.

We were instructed to meet with our preselected evaluator right after our afternoon clean-up duties. As I waited in the hall, I could not recall ever being evaluated in my work career. Being self-employed for almost 25 years, evaluation was simple for me. If my customers didn't like how I performed for them, they would show their disapproval by not paying me (thankfully, that happened rarely). No meeting, no forms no anxious waiting in the hall...

I entered Captain Householder's lair, and as I sat amidst the darkness, I felt a bit hypnotized by the cool green and red flashing lights and diodes of his collection of electronic geegaw. As he spoke, I felt a note of comradery along with his professionalism. I was hoping for the highest score a recruit had every received considering the effort I feel I have been putting forth. Actually the group as a whole has the determination of salmon swimming up stream. Its amazing to watch such a steadfast bunch.

He shared some tutelage about the events of the past four weeks, and for the next few minutes I listened to a veteran public servant as he evaluated my performance. This was hard for him because of the short time we have been in the academy. Nevertheless, he was able to convey the necessary points of importance and was even able to bring a smile to my face.

So how did I fare? "????" across the board! (personal information between me and the Cap) This is good and it leaves plenty of room to grow.
A comment box at the bottom of each evaluatory section left the "Good Captain" a place to add his own comments, this is what one line read;

"Recruit Stoehr's enthusiasm is refreshing..."

I like it!

Week 2, 3 and 4

Another Sunday has come around and this time 3 weeks have clicked by without touching base with my cyber community. Yes, I have neglected the use of electronics and the electromagnetic spectrum to store, modify, and exchange data via networked systems and associated physical infrastructures... or I could say I've been too busy to turn on my computer.

College bound boy back from Costa Rica had a good time serving the great people there. He helped lead worship during church meetings, and had opportunities to enjoy the culture and sights. Got to play with monkeys too.

The girl has got her sights set on getting a job. Gathering various job applications from the local malls and store fronts. The rising cost of fuel has forced us to cut back on unnecessary trips to and from friend's houses, so to keep the wheels turning she is trying to generate some of her own money. I'll keep you posted on her success.

The ball player is done for the season. They won their last season tournament, but without Joe. He re-injured his back and had to sit out the championship game. The rest of his summer will be spent catching up on summer reading, shreddin up that Les Paul and trying to make some extra money working around the house. Oh, and I think he might spend some time with his special friend...

The better half has been frantically working in an effort to replace any momentum lost from my attendance at the fire academy. For me, the EMT course is now starting its fourth week. We cover a lot of ground each week with 2 to 3 chapters each night and quizzes the next day on material covered. We have patient assessment labs twice each week as well. Captain Pain (Payne) has got us up to 1.5 miles in just under 14 minutes, and that's the whole group. I think that is a big deal because you have a group of people from 19 to 43, 110 lbs to 310 lbs, with various shin splints, ankle and knee injuries. We have added ladder carrying to our Tuesday and Thursday routine. In groups of 3 to 5 recruits, we carry a ladder above our heads for 1/4 mile. try it sometime... its very painful.

I need to get choppin. I have three chapters to read for tomorrow and study for two quizzes. As long as I keep ahead of the game I'll be all right. The material is difficult, but I find it somewhat enjoyable to read and study. I never imagined myself actually liking this part of the process, but I really do. Learning is fun!

Week 1

It was busy for all of us in our household this week. The middle one left for Hilton Head on a youth function with some of her friends on Wednesday. The oldest one is in Costa Rica for 9 days on a mission trip with church. The young one is on the DL with a sore back. He hurt it last week swinging for the bleachers in a tournament game. Mama has been up to her usual 13 hr shifts and endless house chores. Me; I finished my first week of boot camp academy... still alive.

Each day starts out with stretching and a short walk to wake up and get the blood flowing. During the day we had various visits and speeches from members of the KFD as well as Civil Service. I had been through all the new hire stuff, so I was bored to tears most of the day. The visits from fire department staff was more interesting, even compelling at times.

Around 3pm we change into our PT clothes and do our various cleaning duties. After that we have our PT. Mon-Wed-Fri we run. One mile right now, but that will change as we progress. Tue-Thur, we exercise; sit-ups, push-ups, mountain climbers, squats, jumping jacks and the like. After we are completely spent, we run the 6 story tower... twice. It's all well and good, I'm getting paid to exercise and stay healthy,with a personal fitness instructor to boot. And get this, our drill instructor's name... Captain Payne!

At one point last week our head instructor, Captain Dyer asked us to write an essay entitled, "Why I want to be a firefighter". Here was my entry:

The past fourteen months have been filled with many different emotions, conditions and experiences. Since my venture down the road to become a City of Knoxville Fireman, I have asked this question to myself many times; “Why do I want to be a fireman?” I wish I could say I’ve always wanted to be a fireman, but that would not be true. I had entertained thoughts at one time or another of what it would be like, but positions in my old hometown of Olean, NY didn’t open up very often and it was a very small department. Positions that did open were rewarded to applicants who had college degrees. Nevertheless, I envied the friends and acquaintances I had in the OFD.

At first the reason to become a fireman was simple economics. It was a pay raise for me with the possibility of promotion. Working for the city, the more I was exposed to the fire stations and the people who served there, the more the lifestyle grew on me. Other conditions were added to my list; being part of a professional uniform body, the thought of having 20 days off a month, the retirement, the red truck and so on. All these things have driven me to this point in time at the training academy. That is, until the first three days of the academy.

I woke up this morning at 5am in a bit of a panic. I had a dream of being trapped in the maze trailer Captain Dyer showed us yesterday. I couldn’t sleep and in my tossing and turning I woke my wife. I told her about my dream and how real it felt. I told her I was scared not only of the maze trailer, but of many aspects of the academy I would have to endure. The next thing she told me brought me full circle to certain events from the last three days. Allow me to explain.

Chief Pressley showed us the importance of serving the people of the city; our customers. Chief Loveday’s presentation proved the value of life in the random person you encounter, and how that life could be placed in my hands to save. Chief Lawson proved the value of our families in the department and how they need help at times as well. Jeff Kindrick showed us why he would lay down his life for another brother in service. I shared the same sentiments as all those men I had met this week.

This is what my wife Becky told me this morning. She said for as long as she has known me I have always wanted to help people. In church, at work, a stranger on the street, my neighbors… I always want to help anyone in need. She mentioned that in my last position with the city and in my previous jobs elsewhere, I was bound to work orders and task lists which hindered me from doing this freely. This has frustrated me. What better way to fulfill someone’s life desire to help others than to be a fireman? She finished by saying, “You are destined for this career; you are destined to be a firefighter; you are destined to help people.” I finally feel like this is where I was meant to be.

I want to be a firefighter because I want to help people, and like the passionate servants of the Knoxville fire department that spoke to my heart this week, I was destined for this job.

Recruit Stoehr is 10-8

Week off?

Friday was my last day at the service department for the city. I met with a few friends after work at Barleys in the old city. A good time was had by all and of course my good friend and blogger Tenn "mulberry" Jed was in attendance. The gathering was a nice way to end my 21 month tour with the Dyer bunch in Facilities Services.
I had about 60 hours of leave, so I decided to take a week off to prepare myself and meditate on the boot camp fire training starting next Monday. The 26 week training will have some intense moments I'm sure, so a week long "lull in the action" was deemed necessary. A bit of recliner time, and maybe some yard work, oh and I have been wanting to set up that hammock...

Lull in the action my foot!!

Saturday starts with an emergency plumbing repair for a friend. from there to a three game baseball tournament where the 3rd game goes into extra innings and that win set up a championship game for Sunday. First thing Monday, I buzz up to Oak Ridge to borrow an engine stand. The next 12 hours I spent swapping various brackets, pumps, and parts from the old engine to a new long block I had purchased for the 4runner my graduate will be taking to ETSU in the fall.
Today is more of the same, along with a visit to the physical therapist at 10. I expect to get a call to help install a door for another friend shortly after my PT appointment. If all goes well with the installation I will return home and try to finish the engine swap.
Tomorrow; grout in Farragut and install a light fixture downtown.

Thursday; ride along with engine 21, and another visit to PT Harden Valley.

Friday; Hopefully get the 4runner on the road, and get the Jeep ready for sale. At 5pm I'll go to the fire training center to get fitted for turnout gear.

Saturday; Another baseball tournament.

Sunday; Church. Baseball. Mow...

Back in the mid 80's when I first learned my trade. I worked for a guy who was quite a go getter, and would rarely slow down during the work day. When we would ask him if we could take a break, a 10 minute rest. He would respond, "You can rest when you die." As much of a work-a-holic jerk that he was... I think he was right.

Sea of People, Ebb and Flow

I have been putting off this entry for a while now. Mainly because after I blog about an event, it closes the page on that chapter and it's on to another event. Selfishly I would like my offspring to be close to home forever. I could be sure of their safety, make sure they are fed and properly clothed and perform all the nurturing parental duties we have come accustomed to over the past eighteen years.
The picture above is from my eldest boy's graduation. I held the camera high above the crowd in order to capture a precious moment of my boy in an embrace with a fellow classmate. It was such a bustle of activity; I could hardly single him out. He ebbed along with his celebrating friends and I flowed toward the door. I felt like Tom Hanks as he watched "Wilson" float away in Castaway.
Later on after I downloaded the photos to my HD, I found him amongst that sea of people. He was all smiles and proud of himself and his classmates, as he should be. I'm proud of him too; he has been a great example of a fine young Godly man. Good driver, talented, handsome, and able to make good decisions...when it's required.
So there...that's that...another chapter...our child has flown the coop...left the nest. I'll just keep going on with these blurbs... as long as I can. Maybe this way I can delay the inevitable.

Probably not.

Lucky 7's Ride Along

Not sitting on my couch tonight, my laptop and its hot battery not toasting my legs as I type out some monotonous details of our life with teens. This evening I come to you from the pits of Lonsdale in the shadow of Sharps Ridge, inside the brick walls of fire station seven, home of the "lucky 7's". For 91 years this building housed some of Knoxville's bravest firefighters. Tonight, under the fearless leadership of Captain Faddis along with Senior firefighter Mike Dyke and Firefighter Howard, live the privilege of my first ride along.

The day had been quiet until late afternoon when we responded to an apartment fire. 78 mph up I 75 lights and sirens a-blaring, fire and smoke. It was a fire, a small fire but still a fire. For someone to respond to a fire on their first day exposed to this line of work is pretty lucky. Not so lucky for the little lady who's now charred mattress lies in her yard.

In my 14 month trek to become a firefighter I have felt a barrage of emotions, questions and doubts. 13 hours into my firefighting career (be it a trial run) I'm confident of my path, I like this job. June 9th is the first day of training academy. Six months of intense learning and exercise. I can safely say I'm ready, and with the kindness and friendship of the squad seven blue shift I feel good about my new career choice.

She Drives Alone...

I clearly remember the day I first drove to school...alone. I had earned my driver's license earlier that week and my Mom allowed me to take our Chevy van to school. I was in heaven; I felt I had cornered the market on being cool that day.
This week that winsome event occurred once again. This time to my 16 year old girl. She had been waiting for this day for several months. As the end of the school year approached, I'm sure she thought it would not happen, at least not before they were out for summer vacation. On the eve of the last day of classes I agreed to give Mom a ride to work, leaving the 325i in the driveway for anyone who might want to drive it...to school or someplace like that.
It was an eventless trip for her, (eventless is good...very good). I would expect that from her. She is a very good driver. I have coached her from the right seat the best I could and she sat through a semester of Drivers Ed, so she has a good foundation to work from. All that said, it still scares me when she's out there alone.
This brings to conclusion yet another event; a step toward the inevitable separation of a child from the nest. It started somewhere around her first steps, then it was off to school, the graduation from middle school, along with the teenage birthday. "HEY!! Kids grow up and get a life of their own. Get a grip John!" I guess I'm alright with it, but it does tend to leave a small hole in my chest.

Second Pitch

Last summer the chemically assisted Barry Bonds broke Hanks Aarons homerun record. Whupty-do for him and MLB. More importantly in the world of baseball were the events at Knox Sports Park last Friday night. In the first game of a weekend tournament, and the first game of the Thunder Baseball summer travel season, My favorite player, #9, jacked his second pitch, a fast ball thrown at the hands, over left field wall. A winsome event for a proud Papa and an awesome display of athletic ability.
I don't claim to know anything about genetics, but I have been told that sometimes athletic abilities can be handed down from parent to offspring. I wish that were true for our family, but sadly it is not. I played baseball in high school... I was bad, very bad... and Mom... she would need to Google a map of the diamond to get back to home plate.
It seems that all our young have abilities that we don't share. From a keen fashion sense and artistic ability to musical talents, singing and playing multiple instruments, not to forget athleticism.
An enigma of sorts, isn't it? I'm not bothered by it, actually find it amusing. We must be doing something right because they keep on amazing us everyday.

Baked Basegasket

If I close my eyes and lean over the sink I can still feel the Sensations rolling as if I were still on board. Soon this tipsy feeling will be gone and all we'll have are memories of our first "real" family vacation. The four day cruise to Freeport and Nassau on the Fun Ship was a moderate success. Plenty of sunshine, food and fellow shipmates. Fun was had by all... I just wish they made a SPF 75

Enjoy the pics.

Basegasket Smoke Eater

How time flies. It's been over a month since I have posted here, and the rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. So just to recap the happenings... I sold the Rodeo, bought a truck, the van broke, softball started, basketball ended, baseball started, I started running... Stop... Fast forward... to what prompted this post.
I got my letter...
It all started last April. I filled out a job application for the COK FD. Through all the testing, and physical fitness performance performances, I was interviewed, printed, drug tested and polygraphed. After that I was physically examined by some crazy redheaded female doctor. Then another 3 months of waiting... finally... I got my letter.

"Congratulations, you have successfully completed all the requirements for the
City of Knoxville Fire Department recruit training class."

In the regular world this process would have taken a max of 3 months, but in the world of Civil Service, almost a year, and get this - still no start date for the Academy. I'm very happy and excited about what lies ahead for me, but I have to admit it has been a very stressful time for me. At the tender age of 42, even in my wildest imagination, never did I expect to be in this position. Amazing!
So here I am - still waiting. I hope to get word of a start date in a week or two. Until then I'll get caught up on some side jobs, get the van running and did I mention, we cruise to the Bahamas for spring break? A nice prelude to 6 months of boot camp, ya think? I hope I can post from the boat. Check back around the 3rd week of March.
Only one disappointing note through all of this. Tennessee Jed started the employment process with me back in April. I only wish we could have done this together. Going through the boot camp without an (ally, partner, friend, someone to pick your head out of the mud... choose one) will definitely make matters worse.

Magnolia is Gone

She lasted about 5 days out in front of Mom's house. I had about 5 or 6 lookers, all with a creative method of trying to talk me down from my asking price. None but one actually had cash available to buy her, and he was the lowest bidder. "No way will I give you more than $3000! That's my final offer." exclaimed Mr cash in hand . Little did he know the spell that white Magnolia cast over him. With her crisp lines and flashy clean engine compartment, her interior aroma lingered in his nose... it probably kept him up at night. He could resist her no longer, his desires overcame him, he had to have his white magnolia.

He came up 200 bucks... I took it.

I took my bootie, went up the street and paid cash for a 99 Rodeo for Fashionchicka. She likes it.

Feeling Better

Cold and windy here in the great white north. We haven't seen the sun in a week, but I'm feeling better never-the-less. We woke up to a fresh coating of the white stuff, about 4 inches. I thought I would venture out in it and get some wood put up for the day, give Dad a break, and give myself a chance to see if I miss this sort of thing. The jury was back almost immediately... still hate it! Looks pretty on postcards but there is something about working outside in the nasty weather for 15 years... just changes a guy. Looking forward to returning back to our scrappy little warm city.
The visit has allowed us to rekindle friendships with some "long losts" from our old church. We had parted ways when we left the church. Strange situation worth blogging about in the near future, very entertaining at the least.

Raymond and Joe

The kids have enjoyed the stay, visiting friends, touching base with cousins and even a trip down the slopes of Holiday Valley.
The greatest thing about Cuba, NY by far is... Nana and Papa's house. Great food, cozy atmosphere, and loads of love and laughter.

Nana's House