Mary=Glue

It has been over a year since we packed the U-haul and left everything familiar. Mom and Dad, Brothers and Sisters, Cousins and all our friends... home. Don't misunderstand me, not one minute have we regretted our decision to come to K-town, and believe me, we love it. New neighbors, school, church, and all our new acquaintances. Oh and what fun learning the new language. Where I used to cut off my tee shirt sleeves, and plug up the toilet... now I cut off the water faucet and plug up the lamp. (confusing? I agree...)
Even with all the great things that have happened, we still long for the presence of family.
Four years ago as I was searching every web site for tid-bits about our potential new home, I tried to imagine how we would fit into the community here. Pointing at maps of neighborhoods I would create "a day in the life" for my family in their new surroundings; shop here, go there, live here and church there... All well planned out, a well oiled suburban life machine.
Sadly, not in the picture was the warmth and comfort of blood relations we had grown so accustomed to.
Fifteen months later and I still think one of the greatest miracles I have seen yet is my sister and Mom moving to East Tennessee. It truly has made our transition here... Complete!
It has been so long since my sister and I have been close, geographically. If it were not for her efforts, nothing would have changed. "I want to be closer to my brother and his family!" she exclaimed to me about 8 months ago, and now we share the same street, same church, same restaurant on Sunday and the same teen taxi cab duties. What fun!! We have family again!
Oh but sometimes things don't go so well with family, do they? Arguments, disagreements, and strife sometimes lead to separation. Sad, but it happens, and it's tragic. How can that tragedy be avoided?... "Glue" silly I know. Anything that comes apart needs glue. If it don't want to stay together, put more glue on it! My goodness! Glue is the main ingredient in duct tape. How important is that? Glue grabs on to two things and makes them stick together.
Today we celebrate my sister's birthday, as a family no less. Frick and Frack will come by later with all their antics. The kids will be together sharing all the drama of the standard issue teenager. Peter will walk around just being cute. Cake will be eaten along with everything else in sight , compliments of #9. I can't wait, it will be fun to watch... It will be comfortable... warm. A perfect scene. I will sit amongst the clan members with confidence of family unity because we have the glue!
Happy birthday Mary... Thank you for everything you do for this family.

How the Other Half Lives

Every once in a while I get myself into a situation where I say " I never thought I would be doing this..." Well it happened again. A friend asked if he could use my truck and trailer for the weekend to move his race car. I obliged but I would need something to drive home. My choices, a Honda Passport, a Hummer H3 (not bad) or a Cadillac XLR...

Hmmmn... guess which one I picked?
The XLR is the sister car to the new C6 Corvette, except with a ton of bells lights and buzzers. Leather, performance, topless....$$80,000$$... Me, I don't think so. City workerrrrrr, remember!
Still it was nice, and for 47 hours and 148 miles I got a taste of how the other half lives.
Only one question... What does having "expendable cash" mean?

Shipley

Sad news came from WNY this week. A close friend and riding buddy passed on to the great dice run in the sky. A special service will be held on Saturday at the first Baptist Church. His bike, dressed with a black ribbon, will be displayed outside the church. If you rode with Shipley, you are to show up with your scooter for one final ride, in honor of a great dude.
I guess years of abuse to his body, all in the name of good times and friends finally caught up with him. Even though he never appeared weak or tired or frail, on the contrary he came across, as if you deserved it, he would kick your ass just to polish his boot buckle. They told me he had a heart attack, and all the kings men at Millard Fillmore couldn't bring him back again. Strange... Huh?
This past summer Donny lost his wife Sondra. I was there when he came home from the hospital and gave me the bad news. On the outside we all agreed we would go on without her, "She would want us to..." I couldn't help to think to myself... How will Donny do with out his lady? He was very sad, very empty, his heart was hurt.
Can someone die of a broken heart?
Don taught me all there is to know about being a biker. He was hard core to the bone. Tattoos, sideburns, black pick-up, and a hot woman on the back. I shared the road with him for at least 10,000 miles. Three things I learned from riding with him; I always ate good, I always laughed out loud (a lot) and I always felt I was with a loyal friend.
I saw him for the last time back in July. It looked like he was going to be OK. Happy, and riding with his band of bikers.
I miss Shipley. I miss him a lot. My bff

Sweet Sixteen

She used to follow me around the farm like a loyal dog. Clean the stall, fix the tractor, cultivate the crops, she knew her Dad needed the guidance that only she could provide. As time passed changes came. Barn boots have been replaced by RocketDogs and where Jinn's brush could be found now a cell phone resides. Dad? well... Dad can handle things on his own thanks to the years of Mentoring from his little girl.
Changes... what a plethora of emotions attached to that word. My oldest looking at colleges, my youngest doubling in size every month and my girl... my sweet sixteen, lets go there.
It was like yesterday (actually seems like 6 to 8 years at the most) we were at St. Francis. It was early morning. I was frustrated as I watched a rotund nurse trying to attach cardiac monitor clips to my new born girl with the gingerliness of a blacksmith. Unable to get the job done, She turned to get help and I swiftly slid my hand under the incubator and clicked the electrode to the pad. As the monitor picked up the signal... Flash! I'm in her bedroom on Irving St tucking her in... Flash! A new puppy named Jack and sledding in the backyard... Flash! An amazing essay and a horse named Jinn... Flash! Boobs! Oh my God! Flash! Cell phone... Flash! High school... Flash! Instant messaging... Flash! Boys!... (I hate boys) Flash! "Dad I want a car" Flash! $$$$$
Flash... of my camera as I snap shots of a beautiful young woman with her friends on the Tennessee River boat during her sweet sixteen celebration.
And now, as tears roll down my cheeks, I tap away trying to collect thoughts. It's very hard with all this flashing and spinning going on around me. I wish I could play a less static role in her life. She is so dynamic and complex, and at the same time simple and natural. I want to be one of her best friends. Dads don't have the privilege of that roll I guess, and my efforts to do so have left me looking like a dork or something really odd to her. I don't mean to come across like that, Sorry.
Kenny Chesney sings it in the song "Don't Blink", The words to this song written from the view from the eyes of a 100 year old man. At 42, I feel a lot of these sentiments already.
Baby, I'm so excited for all the great things you have yet to experience, and for all the experiences that have brought you to this moment. Wow how exciting to be so young with so much life ahead of you. Just one more thing, a simple request...If you could grant me one wish before I turn 100... It would be to take one more walk across a pasture somewhere... both of us wearing barn boots.

Grapevine wrath

A co-worker, and non-smoker at COK, we'll call him "tomato" was peddling raffle tickets one morning. He purchased some magazines from me earlier in the year so I reciprocacted the gesture and bought some of his tickets. Never expecting to win anything. Just a couple bucks toward a good cause.
Two weeks later now and the ticket stubs snuggled into their new home at the landfill, I get a call late one night.... "Is this John?..." Puzzled I replied "Who's asking?" Pause... " have something fer you" Now I'm sure this is a prank call, and the Yankee in me came out. Rudely I replied " I don't want it!!". This guy with the phone skills of a 6 year old, proceeded to inform me of the results of the raffle drawing. Our conversation continued filled with solecism and that union county slang I will never understand. I was informed that I was the lucky winner and proud owner of the cherished Grape Vine Wreath

The next morning I waited with baited breath (I don't know exactly what that means, but I heard someone say that once.) for tomato to arrive with my Grape Vine Wreath, did I mention it was valued at over $100. As it emerged from the back seat of his car, I noticed the goofy smirk on his face on the verge of belly laugh. He was able to ward off the belly laugh and handed me the prize. Trying not to stare at the hideous creature, I quickly moved it to the back seat of my truck and covered it with a rain coat.
It rode back there with the doors unlocked for 2 days, with hopes someone would steal it. no such luck, I had to bring it inside. I set it on the hearth.
As each member of my unit saw it, the responses were all the same... What is that??
We discussed options as to the future of the prize... Strip it and put Christmas light on it or donate it to a nursing home, preferably the wing with the most vision impaired guests, were the top choices. It most likely would sit on the hearth and after a dozen hits from book filled backpacks, just vacuum up the remnants and presto! gone forever.
You didn't think it would end there would you? Nooooooo! Another call from junior samples grandmarshall and fund raiser virtuoso. "I need a picture of you with the wreath for the local newspaper...ASAP." (You know one of the things I have learned as I have progressed into my 40's is to hold my tongue and keep comments to myself.) resisting the urge to say all sorts of egregious things, I responded with a shaky OK.

I wouldn't be pictured dead with this thing so I sacrificed my oldest son to the ignoble god of the Grapevine Wrath.

Arrivederci al Luciano grande

I'm not much of a classic music aficionado, but I can recognize a decent tenor when I hear one, dag gummit!!! I was mousing thru the kids I-tunes collection when I came across a Celine Dion tune. It caught my eye because it was a duet with the late Luciano Pavarotti. I clicked on the selection and slipped my head phones on.
I Hate You Then I Love You; (Open in a new tab and the song will play... eventually.) A soothing duet with some modern touches of pop genre, It is the first time I heard Luciano sing a song in English. I couldn't stop the song, I just wanted to hear every word, every note. I didn't sing along, I sat quietly until the next track cued. Simply amazed.
The Italian Tenor died 9-6-07... I would have to hope that a tenor seat in God's Angelic choir has been filled.
Goodbye to the great Luciano.

Ocooweeeeeeeeee!!

(sung to Gilligan's Island theme song)
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip. That started from a concrete spill,
aboard this tiny ship. The mate was a skinny dude named Chase, the skipper didn't show, Five passengers paid $30 that day, for a two hour tour. a two hour tour.
The water started getting rough, the tiny ship was swamped. If not for the 800mg. of Naproxen in my blood, My back would claim comp, my back would claim comp....
The raft hit ground several times as we pasted thru rapids with names... like...Double Suck...
and Grumpy too...The Tablesaw and Hell hole...The doldrums... Flipper and Witches Hole...
Here on the Oooocoooeeeeee!

The Ocoee runs on weekends until the end of October. It was well worth the $$. I recommend it to adventurers of all ages. Contact the Ocoee Inn for times and river schedules. See more pictures of Fashionchicka (5th from left) and Basegasket (3rd from left) and Ocoee Photos.

Frack broke her hip!!!

It's hard for me to utter these words. Unless you were youngest of a boat load of siblings or your parents family plans got a late start. If you are saying those words up top this post your probably getting old. Oops! but this isn't about me now is it?
At this moment Frack waits in pre-op to repair a Intertrochanteric hip fracture. A scary thought for anyone, even more for the patient. Seeing Her in all that pain is like a strike to my core, leaving me a bit nauseated inside, I feel so bad for her, but Frack is a tough old wineskin, she'll pull through.
I knew when the decision was made for Frick and Frack to move to K-town it would be good for times just like these. If you can find any good in a hip fracture. Last night in the ER, together, as a family, we shared in her pain, our own contemplations, and even mustered a session of hysterical laughter... "think outside the BOX!!" LOL (family joke, Ronny will know what that means.) In retrospect this event, as unpleasant as it is, will bring our extended unit closer.
If I could offer any appeal to the reader today it would be this; if you have family, close or not, single, divorced, or re-married, blood or twice removed... Share life with them, now... Don't wait for the slip and fall... or the winter, or any future event to prompt you. Do it today.

Chrome Locusts

It started on or about mid week. You would here the faint buzzing of one or two over on the bluff. By lunch on Thursday, shadows cast by them on hotel parking lots and Weigels gas pumps left you feeling anomalous even edgy. Dinner time on Friday, it was obvious we had a major event happening. They were everywhere.! everywhere!!! eating our crops! and pillaging our orchards!!! (slap! pause, silly look)
No this is not another episode of Little House on the prairie, but the HOG rally happenings in K-town this weekend. They did swarm on our little city, not doing crop damage but dumping greenbacks only second to emissions from their fish-tail exhaust pipes. How much? some estimates say around 7 mil. Good for Mr Freelunch, even better for Me! Let me explain.
So many good things have happened to our unit since moving here last year, but the announcement of the national HOG rally coming to Chillhowee sang to my ears like... (click here)

I came down with the chrome virus back in 01 when I bought my first couchglide, geezerglide, hardly ableson, second mortgage. (choose one) The romance of riding an American icon on American roads with the greatest American people has gotten (word?) under my skin and found a home, (under my skin, not on...no tattoo...Yet.) So you can imagine as the weekend approached, if I had a womb and something was in it, it would have leaped! A real feel good event for any Harley Davidson lover, sweet! (chills, hairstand).
So life goes on, and as Public Service picks up what the swarms of "chrome locusts" left behind I will never look upon that sacred site in the same way again. A homecoming was made here, a homage to Americana freedom, here in my city, and I was there.
Grandchildren gather, let me tell you a story...

Hot Hot Hot

What else can I say... it's really hot in K-town in August. So what assignment does the Sargent give me on this record breaking day? Go work in the attic at #20. I think I lost about 2 pounds. Anyway, on to what I wanted to share. For a year now my city travels have taken me past the AmSouth Bank building. You've seen it, anyone who has been to K-town has seen it, all the travelers west and east bound I40 have seen it. Towering above most of the city's buildings, high atop the mammoth structure is the time and temperature.
No big deal you say, you've seen that before, "A bank clock with temp, big deal.... Actually it is pretty high up there, and you can read it for miles. It does make my image of the city a bit more memorable, it even makes me happ......... what's that...75 degrees? It's not 75 degrees!! its 102. They should fix that." "Yes dear, please watch the road..."
We have such a nice little city here, I guess I should overlook this little botheration, but its been a year... and now its on the news!!
I hate the thought of being outdone by the Brits, but when Big Ben shut down they were on it like a city worker on a free lunch! Oh wait... maybe it can't be fixed. gasp, tears.....slap! If we can build a space travel machine out of foam... We can fix the bank clock!
Come on AmSouth, FIX IT... NOW!

Press 1 to continue blogging in english

Finally a place where I can freely express my thoughts, as limited as they are sometimes. I like the idea of having a place where all the instructions are in english, and I don't have to share space with unfriendly ones.
Before I go on any farther I need to give credit where credit is due. If it weren't for the influences of K-towns own Tennessee Jed this spot wouldn't exist, and all these these thoughts, experiences, puckey, (choose one) would never be recorded... ever... Thanks Jed, really.
So get in, sit down, shut-up and hold on (used to drive school bus) here we go. Between daily city commiseration, the adventure of raising teens and other exposures to damaging rays..., or Bob's, or Suzie's, I hope I can come up with the words, maybe buy stock in a paragraph factory, do whatever I can to share things endemic to the world in which I reside.
Now I sleep ( unlike Chuck Norris, He waits) and prepare myself for morrows emprise waiting in the wings. ZZZzzzz