Tomorrow the trail crew will have our first overnight adventure. The plan is to go to a trail head way up in the mountains. Up early we will make the drive to the trail head. It will take about an hour and a half just to get there. Our goal is to cut fallen trees from the trail with a chain saw and re-establish the trail. After a long day of trail work we will hike out of the steep valley and back to our camp. Friday we will once more head down the trail. Perhaps some of the crew will try to hike all the way to the bottom and be picked up there. Part of the trail is hard to find and our goal is to re-establish the trail.
Two old giesers, the Kadizzles and two young pups will make the trip. Emily and Matt are the youngsters. So if all goes well you will get a report Saturday morning.
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
A long hike
Up on the mountain early in the morning Kadizzle set out to hike Pigeon Trail and on down the Oak Flat trail. Our trail crew stopped to clear brush on an adjoining trail. The long and short of it was the long of it. The whole hike was about 9 or ten miles, but mountain hikes are not at all like level hikes. If you have done a lot of hiking you realize going down is about as bad as going up. You legs take a beating going down. The brakes take a lot of abuse. Sore Kadizzle finally trickled out at the bottom.
Later the gang went for pizza and then a long night of snoring. The hike made Kadizzle sore, but Mrs Kadizzle doing her snore kick didn't help. Mrs Kadizzle claimed the old man snored all night.
Later the gang went for pizza and then a long night of snoring. The hike made Kadizzle sore, but Mrs Kadizzle doing her snore kick didn't help. Mrs Kadizzle claimed the old man snored all night.
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
The Time Share
A couple times Kadizzle and his wife have sat through a time share presentation. We did it just to get some free goodies. Once a bi plane ride, once a ski trip, and once a great breakfast. The Republican scam on tax cuts reminds Kadizzle of a time share presentation. It all makes sense until you think about it. As you realize how the whole thing works you realize what money falls into the hands of the operators. You pay to maintain the place, you pay for the place, and they essentially sell the same apartment 52 times at an inflated price. The lying, dodging, and scamming of the Republicans as they shovel money to the rich is as shameless as the time share. Just like the time share the Hoopleheads will feel warm and fuzzy with the purchase, then a few years will go by and they will see the stupidity of their decision. Republicans have structured their scam so the simple minded can feel they won a little prize in the first round, when the game is full on the rich will walk off with everything.
Monday, November 27, 2017
Lake Life
Cool air spills in the windows as life comes back to the Earth Module in the morning. Sunshine gradually warms everything and another day begins. The peace and quiet here is enchanting. Slowly all the volunteers are coming back from Turkey day and the buzz will start again.
Yesterday a minor miracle at the dumpster. Kadizzle has long thought an extra key for the cycle was essential. A hidden key on a vehicle is a life saver in the wilderness. Kadizzle ordered an expensive key blank for the Yamaha so he would have it in an emergency. Finally the key came in the mail. Kadizzle threw the package with the key on the table. Mrs. Kadizzle took it for garbage and threw it out. By some miracle Kadizzle was inspired at just the right moment to find the key. After an afternoon nap Kadizzle awoke and was inspired to find the key. Kadizzle suspected the key had been thrown out so he headed to the dumpster. The key was found just as the garbage truck was roaring toward the dumpster.
Sitting here for the morning update NPR is reviewing the lying technique of the president. The liar in Chief. No one lies like Trump. His lies are indiscriminate and even called lies by his own admission. Yet on he goes lying to the loyal idiots. After he apologized for advocating groping women he now claims it was all fake news. The good news is Wall Street loves the scoundrel . The market is up again today. So let the bulgine run. It is up to you to find out what a bulgine is.
Yesterday a minor miracle at the dumpster. Kadizzle has long thought an extra key for the cycle was essential. A hidden key on a vehicle is a life saver in the wilderness. Kadizzle ordered an expensive key blank for the Yamaha so he would have it in an emergency. Finally the key came in the mail. Kadizzle threw the package with the key on the table. Mrs. Kadizzle took it for garbage and threw it out. By some miracle Kadizzle was inspired at just the right moment to find the key. After an afternoon nap Kadizzle awoke and was inspired to find the key. Kadizzle suspected the key had been thrown out so he headed to the dumpster. The key was found just as the garbage truck was roaring toward the dumpster.
Sitting here for the morning update NPR is reviewing the lying technique of the president. The liar in Chief. No one lies like Trump. His lies are indiscriminate and even called lies by his own admission. Yet on he goes lying to the loyal idiots. After he apologized for advocating groping women he now claims it was all fake news. The good news is Wall Street loves the scoundrel . The market is up again today. So let the bulgine run. It is up to you to find out what a bulgine is.
Sunday, November 26, 2017
When I Go - Dave Carter and Tracy Grammer
We all have to go sometime, but why not make a grand exit. Enjoy the words, enjoy the music. Enlarge the video.
It was a different time
At this age who can remember what age you were when you did what you did, but it seems like 11, or 12 would be a good number, maybe younger. In the old days kids could hitch hike. Today a parent would be terrified if their kid walked down to the end of Poplar Avenue and stuck out his thumb, but that was how you got to the pool at Oglebay Park. No one picked you up and molested you, no one murdered you, or abducted you. In the early sixties molesting and killing kids was considered impolite and unseemly. So after a long day swimming at the pool you walked up to route 88 and stuck you thumb out. It never seemed to take long before someone saw you with your swimsuit wrapped in a towel and took you to the end of your street.
Most adults in those days had so many kids of their own they would be crazy to steal one more. Probably if anyone abducted me and called for the ransom my parents would say " He is to ornery we will not pay to get him back, besides we have eight more, so just keep him if you want him."
Hitch hiking worked in those days, and I did a lot of it. Twice I hitch hiked to the west coast and back. Once I left Wheeling with ten dollars and made it to California. It is a long story, so I will skip most of it. Remarkably two long rides just about made the whole trip. In both cases the person providing the ride was a man running from his wife.
My father got the strange notion to purchase land in Ritchie county which was about a hundred miles south of Wheeling, east of Parkersburg. Many times I hitched a ride down into the boondocks. The trip took one down the Ohio to St. Mary's where you go onto route 50 and headed east. I always thought it was fun to get to ride in a big truck, but there were some other strange rides. Once doing the trip with a friend a guy in about a 53 Ford gave us a lift. The entire inside of his car was redone with shoe polish, black and white shoe polish. Another may gave me a ride once and I remember his entire dashboard was an ash tray. Cigar buts were covering the entire dashboard about an inch thick from one side to another.
The most fearful ride ever was coming back from out farm in Ritchie county with a friend. Some strange men picked us up and the roads were icy. We had to drive toward Wheeling on the road which was very narrow below Moundsville at the time. The men were driving extremely fast and we sat in the back scared to death. The car was doing close to 100 and for a moment they would lose control passing a truck. This ride about broke me of the hitch hiking desire. Listening to the conversation of the men in the front it sounded like they were some sort of escaped criminals from New England. The one man kept saying to the other man " Remind me to shoot his windows out", From what we could piece together of the conversation the man had fallen asleep in a barber chair. The barber cut his hair to short and now he wanted to shoot the window out of the barber shop. By some miracle we made it to Wheeling. As we passed under what was at that time the B& O railroad station the car approached a red light. In front of us was an old lady waiting for the light to turn green. The light turned green just before the man driving smacked her car from the rear. It did not seem to hurt her car other than giving her a very quick start. Neither of the guys in the front reacted at all as if it was a normal thing. The old lady must have just thought her car was perky. The nonchalant manner of the episode had my friend and I laughing hysterically.
Another story from the past occurred hitchhiking home from college. A gentleman picked me up on a windy country road. As we drove he told me about the last guy he had picked up. He said he picked up an older guy who seemed like he had a lunch with him in a brown paper bag. The driver told me the man kept fiddling with something in the bag. The driver asked the man what was in the bag and he said nothing just his lunch or something like that. The man giving me a ride said it sounded to him like the man he had picked up was loading a handgun in the bag. Then he went on to explain to me how he solved the problem He said he knew the door on the passenger side was ajar and not closed all the way. As he went around a sharp curve he lifted his leg and shoved the old guy out of the car. At this point I said to my driver " Well you did not know if he had a gun or not?". "No" he responded. He said he just saw the guy roll across the pavement. Sad way to have you lunch ruined. I assured him I was unarmed.
Almost forgot my favorite story. Once coming back up the river from New Martinsville. A red Corvette convertible pulled over to give me a ride. The first thing they guy asked was" Where were you going? " I replied" Wheeling. " Then the driver said to me " You would never believe what happened to me in Wheeling when I was going the other way. I stopped at a house of ill repute to acquire the services of a prostitute, and who did I end up with? The girl I sat behind in high school. That must have been a very strange high school reunion.
It was a different world in those days. People trusted people, and people trusted strangers. It worked then, but now no one relies on what Mr. Smoot used to call Shanks Mare.
Most adults in those days had so many kids of their own they would be crazy to steal one more. Probably if anyone abducted me and called for the ransom my parents would say " He is to ornery we will not pay to get him back, besides we have eight more, so just keep him if you want him."
Hitch hiking worked in those days, and I did a lot of it. Twice I hitch hiked to the west coast and back. Once I left Wheeling with ten dollars and made it to California. It is a long story, so I will skip most of it. Remarkably two long rides just about made the whole trip. In both cases the person providing the ride was a man running from his wife.
My father got the strange notion to purchase land in Ritchie county which was about a hundred miles south of Wheeling, east of Parkersburg. Many times I hitched a ride down into the boondocks. The trip took one down the Ohio to St. Mary's where you go onto route 50 and headed east. I always thought it was fun to get to ride in a big truck, but there were some other strange rides. Once doing the trip with a friend a guy in about a 53 Ford gave us a lift. The entire inside of his car was redone with shoe polish, black and white shoe polish. Another may gave me a ride once and I remember his entire dashboard was an ash tray. Cigar buts were covering the entire dashboard about an inch thick from one side to another.
The most fearful ride ever was coming back from out farm in Ritchie county with a friend. Some strange men picked us up and the roads were icy. We had to drive toward Wheeling on the road which was very narrow below Moundsville at the time. The men were driving extremely fast and we sat in the back scared to death. The car was doing close to 100 and for a moment they would lose control passing a truck. This ride about broke me of the hitch hiking desire. Listening to the conversation of the men in the front it sounded like they were some sort of escaped criminals from New England. The one man kept saying to the other man " Remind me to shoot his windows out", From what we could piece together of the conversation the man had fallen asleep in a barber chair. The barber cut his hair to short and now he wanted to shoot the window out of the barber shop. By some miracle we made it to Wheeling. As we passed under what was at that time the B& O railroad station the car approached a red light. In front of us was an old lady waiting for the light to turn green. The light turned green just before the man driving smacked her car from the rear. It did not seem to hurt her car other than giving her a very quick start. Neither of the guys in the front reacted at all as if it was a normal thing. The old lady must have just thought her car was perky. The nonchalant manner of the episode had my friend and I laughing hysterically.
Another story from the past occurred hitchhiking home from college. A gentleman picked me up on a windy country road. As we drove he told me about the last guy he had picked up. He said he picked up an older guy who seemed like he had a lunch with him in a brown paper bag. The driver told me the man kept fiddling with something in the bag. The driver asked the man what was in the bag and he said nothing just his lunch or something like that. The man giving me a ride said it sounded to him like the man he had picked up was loading a handgun in the bag. Then he went on to explain to me how he solved the problem He said he knew the door on the passenger side was ajar and not closed all the way. As he went around a sharp curve he lifted his leg and shoved the old guy out of the car. At this point I said to my driver " Well you did not know if he had a gun or not?". "No" he responded. He said he just saw the guy roll across the pavement. Sad way to have you lunch ruined. I assured him I was unarmed.
Almost forgot my favorite story. Once coming back up the river from New Martinsville. A red Corvette convertible pulled over to give me a ride. The first thing they guy asked was" Where were you going? " I replied" Wheeling. " Then the driver said to me " You would never believe what happened to me in Wheeling when I was going the other way. I stopped at a house of ill repute to acquire the services of a prostitute, and who did I end up with? The girl I sat behind in high school. That must have been a very strange high school reunion.
It was a different world in those days. People trusted people, and people trusted strangers. It worked then, but now no one relies on what Mr. Smoot used to call Shanks Mare.
The Tribes wander back into the desert
Here we are in the Earth Module. Mrs. Kadiizzle is making some hot cereal. The sun is shining and it will be a warm day. Kadizzle is contemplating his next letter to the editor of the Bismarck Tribune. A good subject seems to be how the Trumpster has totally destroyed religion. Religious people voted for Donald Trump. Trump is a lying, pussy grabbing, con man. How can anyone claim to be religious and not renounce the fraud. You cannot go to an AA meeting drunk, yet so called Christians feel they can go to church and brag about their lying hero all week. How can you read the Bible and conclude Trumps destruction of health care is what Jeeesus wants. How can you support trickle down economics which we all know is trickle up. Who would join a church that so clearly goes against what it professes? Religion takes a leap into delusional thinking to make religion possible. How far from common sense and decency can religion stray and still have any semblance of believability?
No president has ever disregarded the truth like the Trumpster. Today he is calling the video of him advocating grabbing women's genitals fake. First he claimed it was locker room talk, now months later he says the whole thing was faked and he never did it. Just like his accusations that Obama was born in Kenya. First he said one thing then admitted he lied. No problem. Trump declares himself a liar and his fans still worship at his feet. The truth has completely disappeared from Trumps administration.
Trump appoints foxes to guard the hen house every day. Trump is the ultimate con man, yet the religious of all people look to the swamp drainer and don't see a man that has drained the swamp and filled it with super mosquito, and serpents of the worst sort.
Back here beside the lake we will enjoy a casual day. Kadizzle may go for a ride in the mountains. In such an idyllic setting it is hard to understand the world is melting around us. Some of our city slicker relatives went into the wilderness on a hike with Kadizzle. At least they thought it was wilderness. Sure it was away out of town, but no where near the real isolation one can achieve. It was evident they were out of their element. We have become disconnected from the planet that sustains us.
No president has ever disregarded the truth like the Trumpster. Today he is calling the video of him advocating grabbing women's genitals fake. First he claimed it was locker room talk, now months later he says the whole thing was faked and he never did it. Just like his accusations that Obama was born in Kenya. First he said one thing then admitted he lied. No problem. Trump declares himself a liar and his fans still worship at his feet. The truth has completely disappeared from Trumps administration.
Trump appoints foxes to guard the hen house every day. Trump is the ultimate con man, yet the religious of all people look to the swamp drainer and don't see a man that has drained the swamp and filled it with super mosquito, and serpents of the worst sort.
Back here beside the lake we will enjoy a casual day. Kadizzle may go for a ride in the mountains. In such an idyllic setting it is hard to understand the world is melting around us. Some of our city slicker relatives went into the wilderness on a hike with Kadizzle. At least they thought it was wilderness. Sure it was away out of town, but no where near the real isolation one can achieve. It was evident they were out of their element. We have become disconnected from the planet that sustains us.
Saturday, November 25, 2017
Fake News
Kadizzle just finished his morning library read in the thunder room. One article was about fake reality TV. Fake reality seems like an odd phrase, but since the old Trumpster came up with Fake News it makes more sense. The Kadizzles do a lot of hiking in Arizona and there are few areas we have not explored. Near us at our summer encampment they must have filmed a "Dual Survivors" episode. Before we came south for the winter Kadizzle bored out of his gourd watched one of the spine tingling idiotic shows. The two great survivalist were lost in the desert. The scenery began to look familiar. Kadizzle had hiked the area and motorcycled through it many times. The stars of the show said they were lost. If they got on any high point they would have seen Lake Roosevelt. If they went in just about any direction they would hit a road. In fact they could not have reached the point where they were without crossing a road. At the top of canyon they claimed they would have to go down into the canyon to get water. It might have been easier asking the tourist next to them for water before they made the treacherous decent. The one guy always goes barefoot. Barefoot through the desert would be just about impossible. Even the natives had to weave sandals.
Trump has led us into an era where facts no longer exist. The truth is simply what you want to believe. If you want to believe these two dolts really were in danger in the desert from lack of water that is your choice. Trump received large help and donations from the WWW association. What is WWW? It is the World Wide Wrestling association. That is the organization that promotes the fake wrestling. In fact you can go on Youtube and see Trump participating in the fakery. Kadizzle will post Trump doing the wresting fake news. It should appear above this.
Trump has led us into an era where facts no longer exist. The truth is simply what you want to believe. If you want to believe these two dolts really were in danger in the desert from lack of water that is your choice. Trump received large help and donations from the WWW association. What is WWW? It is the World Wide Wrestling association. That is the organization that promotes the fake wrestling. In fact you can go on Youtube and see Trump participating in the fakery. Kadizzle will post Trump doing the wresting fake news. It should appear above this.
Friday, November 24, 2017
Soreness
The National Park Service knows that ancient sites are endangered by idiots. In an effort to keep sites from being defaced by Trump voters the park service does not mark trails or maintain trails to the sites. In fact the Park Service tries to obscure the trails. That is why we could not find the beginning of the trail. Additionally the Park Service is happy to let the trails fall into disrepair. In the end we did find the art. Sadly vandals have over the years also found and destroyed some of the art.
Thursday, November 23, 2017
The Quest
If all goes well Kadizzle will head out with his brother in law to find some pictographs early today. Somewhere out there up a canyon are some pictographs many never get to see. We were there last year with Sylvie and her family. Remembering how to find them will be the key.
Last night we had our version of Little Big Horn. The massive tribe gathered for a pre-Turkey day feast. Oldest sister of six Melissa and youngest sister Patty came with their spouses. Add to them Mrs Kadizzle's extended family of Ben, Bonnie, and Josh. Now throw in Sylvie, Erin, and Fran. A pinch of Megan, Sam, and Evie and you have a vast gene pool.
The men got to sit around the fire pit late into the evening. Ben is a Civil War expert, one of the top three Civil War appraisers in the country. Brother in law Ned is a pretty good expert on the history of this area. A lot of speculation and history were discussed. Ben has been an avid Civil War relic hunter and has found several civil war bodies. In his quest for relics he also found the body of a modern murder victim, a young girl.
So here Kadizzle sits among many great cooks, as if he needed more good food. Hopefully a little hike today will make some belly room. Little Joey is so excited about the prospect of pumpkin pie, and stuffing. Little joey loves stuffing.
Kadizzle dreams to the extend it is a disorder. Elaborate detailed dreams fill his head at night almost like going to the movies. Last night was special. Trump's motorcade came down the street and Kadizzle got to personally tell the Trumpster what he thought of his policies of destruction. For the grand finally in the dream Kadizzle got to slap Trump. Cannot wait to go to sleep tonight to see what happens next.
Now if you are a bit bored today read Gail Collins in The New York Times. She is doing one of her quizzes today.
Last night we had our version of Little Big Horn. The massive tribe gathered for a pre-Turkey day feast. Oldest sister of six Melissa and youngest sister Patty came with their spouses. Add to them Mrs Kadizzle's extended family of Ben, Bonnie, and Josh. Now throw in Sylvie, Erin, and Fran. A pinch of Megan, Sam, and Evie and you have a vast gene pool.
The men got to sit around the fire pit late into the evening. Ben is a Civil War expert, one of the top three Civil War appraisers in the country. Brother in law Ned is a pretty good expert on the history of this area. A lot of speculation and history were discussed. Ben has been an avid Civil War relic hunter and has found several civil war bodies. In his quest for relics he also found the body of a modern murder victim, a young girl.
So here Kadizzle sits among many great cooks, as if he needed more good food. Hopefully a little hike today will make some belly room. Little Joey is so excited about the prospect of pumpkin pie, and stuffing. Little joey loves stuffing.
Kadizzle dreams to the extend it is a disorder. Elaborate detailed dreams fill his head at night almost like going to the movies. Last night was special. Trump's motorcade came down the street and Kadizzle got to personally tell the Trumpster what he thought of his policies of destruction. For the grand finally in the dream Kadizzle got to slap Trump. Cannot wait to go to sleep tonight to see what happens next.
Now if you are a bit bored today read Gail Collins in The New York Times. She is doing one of her quizzes today.
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
Once again the sun has risen.
Getting of dead center is impossible with Mrs. Kadizzle in command. Should we go to A, or B, or maybe skip that and go to C. Well three of us could go to A, and those who have not been to B can go to B. No we should all go together. Ok, then maybe we should just go to C today and A and B tomorrow. Well if we all go together we need to wait for the baby's nap to end. Ok. Well two of us could hike, and those who do not want to walk could go to A. Well if we go to B we could be back early to start cooking. Yea, now that we have been discussing this for an hour it is too late to go to A and B, but we may have time to go to C. No, C will be too crowded so we need to go to B. Maybe we could sit by the pool and read while the leader makes up her mind. As the clock approaches 11 someone will say " We should have lunch before we go or pack a lunch". Well since it is so close to noon we may as well eat here. Now we can eat lunch and that will mean we cannot leave until 1. Since my sister is coming for dinner we will need to be back by three. With so little time we may as well just stay here.
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Long ago and far away
Fran and Kadizzle are alone at the vacation house. What we have in common is a big family. Kadizzle comes from a family of nine, and Fran from a family of 7. The mingling crowd reminds us both of growing up in large tribes. One childhood memory is waking up on a Saturday morning. Almost without fail some friend of an older brother or sister would be sleeping on the couch.
Mrs Kadizzle comes from a family of two children. One's outlook on life has a lot to do with siblings. As one of nine you learn a lot of diplomacy, and other social skills such as how to conduct a war by age ten. Kadizzle can remember sibling battles. Kathleen was always pretty good sized. When she decided which side of the conflict she would join that usually meant that side would win.
Now we are enjoying two grandpa's, two grannies, two son in laws, two children, and two grand children. Two of Kadizzle's sisters's plus a nephew may show up latter and another nephew will come in later from Richmond. This will be like the Battle of Little Big Horn where tribes came from all corners.
Mrs Kadizzle comes from a family of two children. One's outlook on life has a lot to do with siblings. As one of nine you learn a lot of diplomacy, and other social skills such as how to conduct a war by age ten. Kadizzle can remember sibling battles. Kathleen was always pretty good sized. When she decided which side of the conflict she would join that usually meant that side would win.
Now we are enjoying two grandpa's, two grannies, two son in laws, two children, and two grand children. Two of Kadizzle's sisters's plus a nephew may show up latter and another nephew will come in later from Richmond. This will be like the Battle of Little Big Horn where tribes came from all corners.
Monday, November 20, 2017
Terrible Nest of Liberals
Even the Democratic convention would not have this many liberals in one place. The extended Kadizzle Klan has gathered and the morning update is taking place. This is not the Klan Trump is associated with. Baby admiration is a consuming task. Evie is charming with her smile. Cheech is reading to her 9 month old " Is there room on the broom?". The curiousity of a child is amazing. Sylvie is using up her allotted cartoon time.
With this crowd hammering a plan together will take until noon. Kadizzle may take Uncle Ben on an Indian hike to see some hidden pictographs. Sylvie is determined to spend another eight hours in the hot tub and pool. With ten people the dishwasher runs almost constantly. Praise the lord we got some good cooks here and Fran made some great fajitas last night.
Weather is cooperating with plenty of sunshine and the right temperatures. Everyone is doing their morning updates to see what Trump is up to. Watching the Republican pickle with Roy Moore is a lot of fun. The evangelicals have to support the teen dater. The same evangelicals that voted for Trump the grabber. People always say Jesus loves sinners, well he has a couple good Republican sinners to lavish his love on as they destroy the tax code and health care.
With this crowd hammering a plan together will take until noon. Kadizzle may take Uncle Ben on an Indian hike to see some hidden pictographs. Sylvie is determined to spend another eight hours in the hot tub and pool. With ten people the dishwasher runs almost constantly. Praise the lord we got some good cooks here and Fran made some great fajitas last night.
Weather is cooperating with plenty of sunshine and the right temperatures. Everyone is doing their morning updates to see what Trump is up to. Watching the Republican pickle with Roy Moore is a lot of fun. The evangelicals have to support the teen dater. The same evangelicals that voted for Trump the grabber. People always say Jesus loves sinners, well he has a couple good Republican sinners to lavish his love on as they destroy the tax code and health care.
Sunday, November 19, 2017
Over medicated
Awakened by Smiley Mc Gumphley and her mom Kadizzle got to see the new joy. Sylvie was up and adoring the little nine month old.
So the day begins and we get to pretend that we are rich living in Sedona for a week. This is a big jump from the Earth module. Four bathrooms, a pool, hot tub, more TVs than you can count, and a separate living area on the far side of the garage. From Denver, Philadelphia, and Richmond everyone poured in. Now we have to plan some adventures.
Saturday, November 18, 2017
Evie and Sylvie
Up early and heading to Sedona. Mrs Kadizzle rented a super deluxe home for the tribe to gather. God seems to want to get a message to Kadizzle. God has sprinkled girls into Kadizzle's life. Six sisters, two daughters, and two grand daughters. The new prize Evie will be the hit of the show. Evie is now nine months old and the smiling champion of the world. Sylvie was nicknamed Ticklepinch, and Evie is Smiley McGumphley. McGumphley has the most charming smile and always seems in a good mood. McGumphly is just becoming mobile and her mom is in for some real work keeping track of a crawler and soon walker. The plan is to stop at the cafe in Payson for a great breakfast on the way.
Somewhere on this blog a video will appear called weightless. It is an absolute must watch. If Kadizzle was fifty years younger he would master what this guy does. You must watch it.
Somewhere on this blog a video will appear called weightless. It is an absolute must watch. If Kadizzle was fifty years younger he would master what this guy does. You must watch it.
Friday, November 17, 2017
The Con Man
The United States needs a con man hall of fame. It could have a section for car salesmen, aluminum siding salesmen, and even one for vacuum cleaner salesmen like Kadizzle once was. Conning idiots is an America tradition. In the old gold mining days the most money was made from selling stock in non-existent mines. Crooked preacher are about the most successful con men and a large part of the Con Men hall of fame should be devoted to those crooks. Who else gets to steal tax free? The drug companies are moving right up. The Oxycontin con made 14 billion for the Sackler family.
Now we need a statue out front of the Con Man hall of fame. You guessed it Donald Trump. At a minimum the Donald will Con the American public out of 1.5 trillion witch will go to the rich. The Donald just so happens to be the rich.
It would be nice if South Dakota could have a Mount Con More. Carved out of greed there could be a giant stature of Trump, a famous crooked preacher, and maybe a Wall Street guy. A Con Man is special. Anyone can walk in a bank with a gun, but a consummate liar like Trump who can smile and lie is something special. In North Dakota we have Kevin Cramer, a mini Con Man aspiring to be Trump. Smile, lie, tell the Hooplehads what they want to hear. Promise them guns, and Jesus. Explain to the Hoopeheads if they give the rich enough money some is bound to fall out of their pocket and right back on the simple minded.
Look back at Al Capone. Sure he was a bad guy, but at least he made beer available to the working class. None of the famous crooks of the past remotely compare to Trump. Trump openly brags about groping women and the Christians giggle with delight and elect him. According to The New York Times Trump lies on average five times per day. Even the most crooked preacher has a hard time beating that. Trump gets Kadizzles vote for best Con Man ever. Hitler might have given him a run, but keep in mind Hitler had a bunch of depressed people to work with. Trump is fooling stupid people, but they have a car, a big screen TV, and plenty to eat. Religion was the original con, but Trump gets a prize for conning the religious. Now that is an accomplishment. That is like the guy who robs the drug dealer.
Now we need a statue out front of the Con Man hall of fame. You guessed it Donald Trump. At a minimum the Donald will Con the American public out of 1.5 trillion witch will go to the rich. The Donald just so happens to be the rich.
It would be nice if South Dakota could have a Mount Con More. Carved out of greed there could be a giant stature of Trump, a famous crooked preacher, and maybe a Wall Street guy. A Con Man is special. Anyone can walk in a bank with a gun, but a consummate liar like Trump who can smile and lie is something special. In North Dakota we have Kevin Cramer, a mini Con Man aspiring to be Trump. Smile, lie, tell the Hooplehads what they want to hear. Promise them guns, and Jesus. Explain to the Hoopeheads if they give the rich enough money some is bound to fall out of their pocket and right back on the simple minded.
Look back at Al Capone. Sure he was a bad guy, but at least he made beer available to the working class. None of the famous crooks of the past remotely compare to Trump. Trump openly brags about groping women and the Christians giggle with delight and elect him. According to The New York Times Trump lies on average five times per day. Even the most crooked preacher has a hard time beating that. Trump gets Kadizzles vote for best Con Man ever. Hitler might have given him a run, but keep in mind Hitler had a bunch of depressed people to work with. Trump is fooling stupid people, but they have a car, a big screen TV, and plenty to eat. Religion was the original con, but Trump gets a prize for conning the religious. Now that is an accomplishment. That is like the guy who robs the drug dealer.
Thursday, November 16, 2017
A lot of nowhere
For the second time in a week we made another adventure into the middle of nowhere. The trail crew had great trepidation about allowing our boss Red Chief to drive this morning. The road for twenty miles hangs on the edge of a cliff. God smiled on us and Red Chief could not make the morning trip. Kadizzle drove grandpa style and we all survived. Hiking way into no place Mrs Kadizzle, Emily, and Cliff went ahead on the trail and trimmed brush. Kadizzle worked on the tread of the trail . Red Chief was supposed to come in a separate vehicle and do the chainsaw work. At about one Red Chief finally showed up. By then everyone was hiking out. Red Chief and Kadizzle took off back down the trail and cut about twelve trees off the trail . Kadizzle had to ride back with Red Chief. Only one near death experience occurred on the treacherous road.
Back at the Earth module Kadizzle has had his two Moscow mules and is relaxed. The Flumper came by walking the dog. Mrs. Kadizzle is just about to serve some gwuanple, so that is all for now. See you in the morning.
Back at the Earth module Kadizzle has had his two Moscow mules and is relaxed. The Flumper came by walking the dog. Mrs. Kadizzle is just about to serve some gwuanple, so that is all for now. See you in the morning.
Going up the mountain.
Today with our leader Red Chief ( Our Forest Service Boss who has a red beard) we will go way up on the mountain to cut logs off the trail. While we are up there perhaps we can bring down a new set of the ten commandments. Thou shalt destroy Obama care, Thou shalt protect the rich, Thou shall lie and tweet as often as needed. Kadizzle is sure there will be a burning bush, perhaps George or his dad.
So five of us will pack into the trail truck. Just to get there we have to leave as early as possible to get anything done. At five in the morning Kadizzle sits here with his coffee.
One big problem we face this morning is having Red Chief drive. Red Chief is the boss, but he is a young guy and a scary driver on mountain roads. Kadizzle is trying to think of a diplomatic way to tell Red Chief that Kadizzle should drive, otherwise there will be four terrified people riding along on the cliff edge roads.
Remote is the best word for where we are going. At the end of the 23 mile long mountain road is a trail sign. It has a picture of a man lost ten years ago. The sign ask hikers to report if they find any remains of him. Well here we go.
So five of us will pack into the trail truck. Just to get there we have to leave as early as possible to get anything done. At five in the morning Kadizzle sits here with his coffee.
One big problem we face this morning is having Red Chief drive. Red Chief is the boss, but he is a young guy and a scary driver on mountain roads. Kadizzle is trying to think of a diplomatic way to tell Red Chief that Kadizzle should drive, otherwise there will be four terrified people riding along on the cliff edge roads.
Remote is the best word for where we are going. At the end of the 23 mile long mountain road is a trail sign. It has a picture of a man lost ten years ago. The sign ask hikers to report if they find any remains of him. Well here we go.
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
Poke em in the eye
Today's assignment. Read Tom Friedman's article in today's New York Times. Friedman dose an excellent job of explaining how Trump is driving our country into the ground while giving China everything China wants.
Kadizzle has an older brother that is 76. Kadizzle spoke with him on the phone the other day. In the course of the conversation big brother mentioned how much he likes Trump. My nephew Tom's son took over Tom's contracting business. Tom serviced coal mines along the Ohio River and did very well at it. Now comes a guy named Bob Murray. Bob Murray has been a crooked coal operator for many years. Murray is just the kind of guy Trump would love. In fact Murray has donated to Trump, and in return Trump has given Murray's coal mines a sweet deal to avoid regulation.
So my brother also told me Murray owes my nephew a million dollars for work his company has done for Murray. Murray is just like Trump. He plays the fundamentalist like fiddles and has no morality. Murray operated a mine in Utah. Murray got so greedy with his mine he took out too much coal. The mine collapsed and killed miners. Like Trump Murray took no responsibility. Murray should have gone to jail, but blamed the collapse on an Earth quake.
So Murray is bilking my own nephew, and his father loves his fellow crook Trump. Like so many crooked people Murray raises money for Trump. How does this work. Murray tells my nephew he needs to donate money to the Republican party. My nephew donates five thousand dollars. Murray calls back and says it should be ten thousand. The implication is just pad your bill and put the contribution in the bill. Plain and simple this is money laundering. It allows Murray to donate money to Trump and it does not show up as coming from him. So Murray and guys like him are putting the heat on their suppliers to help the Republicans. The whole thing of money in politics stinks. Keep in mind the glorious Trump said he was so rich he would pay his own way. Ya, sure ya betcha. Trump has manged to create the most crooked administration in the history of the country, yet the people like my brother love him. The saddest thing about the whole deal is what Trump is doing to future generations. Trump's tax scams for the rich will toss our children into finical hardship. Trump's destruction of the environment will make life miserable for the world. Trump's incomprehension of the economy will put our country in a tail spin, but if all this worries you watch Fox News and get that warm fuzzy feeling when the support Trump's lies.
Kadizzle has an older brother that is 76. Kadizzle spoke with him on the phone the other day. In the course of the conversation big brother mentioned how much he likes Trump. My nephew Tom's son took over Tom's contracting business. Tom serviced coal mines along the Ohio River and did very well at it. Now comes a guy named Bob Murray. Bob Murray has been a crooked coal operator for many years. Murray is just the kind of guy Trump would love. In fact Murray has donated to Trump, and in return Trump has given Murray's coal mines a sweet deal to avoid regulation.
So my brother also told me Murray owes my nephew a million dollars for work his company has done for Murray. Murray is just like Trump. He plays the fundamentalist like fiddles and has no morality. Murray operated a mine in Utah. Murray got so greedy with his mine he took out too much coal. The mine collapsed and killed miners. Like Trump Murray took no responsibility. Murray should have gone to jail, but blamed the collapse on an Earth quake.
So Murray is bilking my own nephew, and his father loves his fellow crook Trump. Like so many crooked people Murray raises money for Trump. How does this work. Murray tells my nephew he needs to donate money to the Republican party. My nephew donates five thousand dollars. Murray calls back and says it should be ten thousand. The implication is just pad your bill and put the contribution in the bill. Plain and simple this is money laundering. It allows Murray to donate money to Trump and it does not show up as coming from him. So Murray and guys like him are putting the heat on their suppliers to help the Republicans. The whole thing of money in politics stinks. Keep in mind the glorious Trump said he was so rich he would pay his own way. Ya, sure ya betcha. Trump has manged to create the most crooked administration in the history of the country, yet the people like my brother love him. The saddest thing about the whole deal is what Trump is doing to future generations. Trump's tax scams for the rich will toss our children into finical hardship. Trump's destruction of the environment will make life miserable for the world. Trump's incomprehension of the economy will put our country in a tail spin, but if all this worries you watch Fox News and get that warm fuzzy feeling when the support Trump's lies.
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
The Flumper came by.
Kadizzle will try to protect the anonymity of the flumper. It is doubtful anyone who reads this will ever encounter the flumper. Well in the mind of Kadizzle a flumper is a fish out of water. Everyone has seen a fish laying on a dock or in the bottom of the boat. The fish can't do anything but move in a hopeless fashion.
The flumper who does not believe in pets came by walking a dog. The dog did not belong to the flumper, but he got assigned to walk the dog. Speaking to the flumper he said animals were only to be eaten or work for you. He would never tolerate a dog in his house. The flumper has no hobbies, no interest in anything and lives the most vanilla life imaginable. The flumper has no desire to go anywhere or do anything. Naturally the flumper is overweight. When not working he wears those huge shorts that you could put a person in each leg. Other than eating the flumper does not seem to have any bad habits. He does not watch television or surf the internet. Whoops, wait, the flumper does have a bad habit. Snoose, or in English snuff. Speaking to the flumper Kadizzle noticed that some of the spit from the snuff was going up his nose and some dripped on his chin.
If you met the flumper you would think he was born without a personality. If you did not dig a little you would think he was a misplaced hillbilly. His language skills are those of a hog farmer, which once he did for his parents. However, Kadizzle did pry out of him that he knew something of quantum physics, and has a degree in electronics. If the flumper is trying to hide his education he is doing a dam good job of it.
Now a strange aspect of the flumper. If you encountered him you would think his life style would involve living in a hovel. That is where you would be surprised. The flumper has a penchant for cleaning. He insist the work place be kept clean and he voluntarily cleans the lunch room, the rest rooms, and any part of his work building he can.
The flumper is a nice guy and is probably liked by most who encounter him, but you could have a better conversation with a post than with the flumper. Not interested in going anywhere, doing anything, reading anything, or watching anything the flumper leads a strange life of what seems like acute desperation. Is there a potential Mrs Flumper out there? Unlikely any but the hard core could get past the snoose.
You would think from all this the flumper would be a night clerk in a hotel or a security guard, but he actually has a decent job. The world is strange, and trust me it is full of strange people. People who would vote for Roy Moore, or Donald Trump, and then praise Jesus.
The flumper who does not believe in pets came by walking a dog. The dog did not belong to the flumper, but he got assigned to walk the dog. Speaking to the flumper he said animals were only to be eaten or work for you. He would never tolerate a dog in his house. The flumper has no hobbies, no interest in anything and lives the most vanilla life imaginable. The flumper has no desire to go anywhere or do anything. Naturally the flumper is overweight. When not working he wears those huge shorts that you could put a person in each leg. Other than eating the flumper does not seem to have any bad habits. He does not watch television or surf the internet. Whoops, wait, the flumper does have a bad habit. Snoose, or in English snuff. Speaking to the flumper Kadizzle noticed that some of the spit from the snuff was going up his nose and some dripped on his chin.
If you met the flumper you would think he was born without a personality. If you did not dig a little you would think he was a misplaced hillbilly. His language skills are those of a hog farmer, which once he did for his parents. However, Kadizzle did pry out of him that he knew something of quantum physics, and has a degree in electronics. If the flumper is trying to hide his education he is doing a dam good job of it.
Now a strange aspect of the flumper. If you encountered him you would think his life style would involve living in a hovel. That is where you would be surprised. The flumper has a penchant for cleaning. He insist the work place be kept clean and he voluntarily cleans the lunch room, the rest rooms, and any part of his work building he can.
The flumper is a nice guy and is probably liked by most who encounter him, but you could have a better conversation with a post than with the flumper. Not interested in going anywhere, doing anything, reading anything, or watching anything the flumper leads a strange life of what seems like acute desperation. Is there a potential Mrs Flumper out there? Unlikely any but the hard core could get past the snoose.
You would think from all this the flumper would be a night clerk in a hotel or a security guard, but he actually has a decent job. The world is strange, and trust me it is full of strange people. People who would vote for Roy Moore, or Donald Trump, and then praise Jesus.
Monday, November 13, 2017
Please adopt little Joey
Kadizzle is putting Little Joey up for adoption. Carrying him up the mountain yesterday was too much for a 68 year old man. Little Joey is pretty well behaved, except when he is hungry, which is all the time. Kadizzle has been pregnant with Little Joey ever since he was 35. Little Joey loves to eat. He rarely walks by a cookie, or candy. His favorite meal is every meal. If one is good two are better. Joey likes butter on his rolls, syrup on his pancakes, and an extra slice of anything that ends in pie. Little Joey's math teacher could never get him to understand pie 3.14. He could understand cherry, apple, and juneberry. When Kadizzle ran for the legislature way back when Little Joey insisted Kadizzle make it a law that pie could not be served without vanilla ice cream. Latter today we will drive him to the orphanage around dinner. If the food is good maybe he will not cry. Please help. Send food that will keep to the Little Joey fund.
No country for Old Men
Just driving to the place where you start walking is a chore. After 20 miles of gravel road with plenty of washboard surfaces you finally cross Cherry Creek for the last time. Now the road gets absolutely terrible. About three or four miles of nasty, nasty road the jeep finally reaches the departure point. Along the drive there is a boulder the size of bulldozer. Stopping one person gets out and watches as the jeep squeezes behind the boulder.
Totally exhausted Kadizzle showered and went to bed without eating. The soreness may take a couple days to go away. Another thought coming down was how important hiking poles are. Kadizzle would have fallen numerous times . When you fall on this trail you can go down hundreds of feet. One of the bizarre features of the trail is you do not realize how precarious it is unto you see it from the other side of the canyon. Give me some time and I will try to put some pictures on here.
Sunday, November 12, 2017
Early
Last night Kadizzle drank more wine than prudent, and suffered all night with fire belly. Up at 4 A.M. and out of bed at five. The young couple we had dinner with will show up shortly and we will head our for a difficult hike. The hike was hard three or four years ago and the body has not improved since then. The goal is to go deep into a mountain canyon and visit an well preserved ruin.
The strange thing about the ruin and the two others close by is the location. Whoever lived there was there to protect themselves. It would be a difficult place to live all year around. Hunting or farming would have been a long daily commute. If someone did attack it would be like attacking a castle. There is no draw bridge, but there is such a narrow path into the place that you could knock you attackers over a cliff one at a time easily. The dwellers must have had food and water stockpiled.
All Indian ruins in the Southwest have suffered from over visitation. The one we will visit today is so difficult to get to only the most hardened search will take the time and effort to get to them. That is why they are well preserved. Sadly there is not a ruin anywhere that has not been vandalized by pot hunters. At every ruin you can see where pot hunters have dug. One thing you notice at any site that has wood is the small bore holes made by researchers. By taking a plug of wood from a roof beam or whatever the date of the dwelling can be determined by the tree rings. It is an interesting science.
The strange thing about the ruin and the two others close by is the location. Whoever lived there was there to protect themselves. It would be a difficult place to live all year around. Hunting or farming would have been a long daily commute. If someone did attack it would be like attacking a castle. There is no draw bridge, but there is such a narrow path into the place that you could knock you attackers over a cliff one at a time easily. The dwellers must have had food and water stockpiled.
All Indian ruins in the Southwest have suffered from over visitation. The one we will visit today is so difficult to get to only the most hardened search will take the time and effort to get to them. That is why they are well preserved. Sadly there is not a ruin anywhere that has not been vandalized by pot hunters. At every ruin you can see where pot hunters have dug. One thing you notice at any site that has wood is the small bore holes made by researchers. By taking a plug of wood from a roof beam or whatever the date of the dwelling can be determined by the tree rings. It is an interesting science.
Saturday, November 11, 2017
Old Kadizzle gets religion.
In the middle of nowhere where we now sit there is no television. That means you might accidentally get smarter reading something. To keep ourselves from going boredom insane we subscribe to a couple magazines. One that Kadizzle has read on and off all his life is The New Yorker. The cartoons alone are worth the price. Additionally the magazine has some really good articles on the rodents that abuse our country like Trump, and the Sackler family.
Now to religion. The latest issue has an article on Martin Luther. What inspired Kadizzle to read it is a mystery. The article turned out to be enlightening. What really got Kadizzle's attention was how the church sold indulgences. It would make a time share salesman blush. You could buy a certain amount of time out of purgatory.
Reading about the church in the time of Luther reminded Kadizzle so much of how the Republican Party works. Now you can buy indulgences from congress. Bilking the stupid has been a centuries old game, and no one does it better than religion. No product is better to sell than fantasy. Fox News has perfected fantasy in modern times. Trump is the king of selling the fantasy. So politics has become the modern religion, and lying to the stupid has continued to be the most effective way to bilk the masses.
The religion of today is as absurd as the past. Trickle down is the religion. Give me money and you will prosper. The church always pulled that trick, now the Republicans are pulling that scam on behalf of the rich. It has been a long time since Martin Luther yelled scam at the Pope, but here we are again hundreds of years latter with Pope Trump, and his gang of Republican Cardinals fleecing the flock.
Now to religion. The latest issue has an article on Martin Luther. What inspired Kadizzle to read it is a mystery. The article turned out to be enlightening. What really got Kadizzle's attention was how the church sold indulgences. It would make a time share salesman blush. You could buy a certain amount of time out of purgatory.
Reading about the church in the time of Luther reminded Kadizzle so much of how the Republican Party works. Now you can buy indulgences from congress. Bilking the stupid has been a centuries old game, and no one does it better than religion. No product is better to sell than fantasy. Fox News has perfected fantasy in modern times. Trump is the king of selling the fantasy. So politics has become the modern religion, and lying to the stupid has continued to be the most effective way to bilk the masses.
The religion of today is as absurd as the past. Trickle down is the religion. Give me money and you will prosper. The church always pulled that trick, now the Republicans are pulling that scam on behalf of the rich. It has been a long time since Martin Luther yelled scam at the Pope, but here we are again hundreds of years latter with Pope Trump, and his gang of Republican Cardinals fleecing the flock.
Back in the Earth Module
Back into the tiny space that is the Earth Module. Sleeping with the windows open and enjoying the cool night air is a blessing. Sunshine almost every morning is great. Speaking to Shaneka back in Dakota it was kind of sad. The poor guy is back there in the snow and freezing weather. Once you convert to escaping from winter dread life takes on a different tone.
Tomorrow we are looking at doing a hike we have done once before. The plan is to go to Devil's Chasm. Three of the best Indian ruins anywhere are up Cherry creek. What makes them good among other things is the incredible difficulty getting to the ruin. First you have to drive 23 miles down a gravel road, cross three creeks, and finally drive up a road most vehicles cannot negotiate. Then you start the hike. The hike is up a very steep narrow canyon. You climb up a waterfall, and at some point you crawl under a boulder the size of a house. After all that you have to climb an impossibly steep slope and at last you are there.
Tomorrow we are looking at doing a hike we have done once before. The plan is to go to Devil's Chasm. Three of the best Indian ruins anywhere are up Cherry creek. What makes them good among other things is the incredible difficulty getting to the ruin. First you have to drive 23 miles down a gravel road, cross three creeks, and finally drive up a road most vehicles cannot negotiate. Then you start the hike. The hike is up a very steep narrow canyon. You climb up a waterfall, and at some point you crawl under a boulder the size of a house. After all that you have to climb an impossibly steep slope and at last you are there.
Friday, November 10, 2017
Guest editor.
Here Kadizzle sits with his little sister Patty in Cottonwood. Patty has read a couple of these post and helped make corrections. Always keep in mind two things, Kadizzle is not that bright, and this nonsense is written at lightening speed. Patty pointed out the difference between made, and maid. There was another problem with cloths and clothes.
Patty was born with the family sense of humor. Kadizzle has been thinking about standing up by Walmart with a bum sign to beg for money. Kadizzle would like to have a clever sign. Patty said one bum has a sign that say 'Too ugly to be a prostitute". So back to Lake Roosevelt we will head today.
Patty was born with the family sense of humor. Kadizzle has been thinking about standing up by Walmart with a bum sign to beg for money. Kadizzle would like to have a clever sign. Patty said one bum has a sign that say 'Too ugly to be a prostitute". So back to Lake Roosevelt we will head today.
Houses were different in the Early Years of Wheeling
If you lived in a castle in modern times you would wonder what all the things in the castle used to be used for. Growing up in a house built in 1914 on Poplar Ave in Woodsdale you would notice the artifacts of the past. When the house was built there was a gas fireplace in just about every room. That is how the house was heated. The wood work in the old homes was elaborate and would cost a fortune to duplicate today. Labor and wood were cheap in 1914.
One thing people would notice about the houses in Woodsdale that people must have had a live -in maid or servant of some sort. Many young women were pouring into our country and they needed jobs. Once again it was probably not that expensive to have some live in help in the 20's and 30's. The houses had a back set of stairs so the help could make it to the attic without disturbing the home owners. Attics were where the servants lived. Many attics had sinks and perhaps a bathroom for the help. Some homes had living quarters above the garage. Relics of that time are still in a lot of the houses. There were speaking tubes. Brass tubes you could speak into and have your voice carried from one part of the house to another to serve as an intercom. Another appliance that may still be on a lot of the homes was an ice box on the back porch. The iceman would deliver the ice into a box on the back porch. As a kid I remember discovering an old gasoline tank in the yard. Some homes had a supply of gasoline and a rudimentary pump in the garage.
Even in the 1950's there were the old fashioned fire alarm boxes on the telephone poles. To send an alarm there was some contraption you manipulated.
The houses were built for the time. With electricity sparse people did not have so many lights for the interior of the home. To provide both light and ventilation the answer was very large double hung windows. Slate roofs were standard on those houses.
A bad habit we had as children was playing on the roof. It is amazing no one got killed. The roofs were high and it would be about a three story fall if you went off. One day in the early spring I was on the roof enjoying the view. The slate I was sitting on came lose and I headed toward the gutter. Certain death seemed approaching. What saved me was the wide gutters built on those houses. The gutter was almost two feet wide. I would be dead if it was a modern flimsy gutter.
A special feature of the old homes was the clothes chute. At a young age I could get in and out of the chute on the second floor. The chute enabled the home owner to throw dirty linens and clothes directly down to a catch bin in the basement. One day I decided to show Stephen Leibold how I could get into the chute. I must have grown a little since my last try. I got into the chute through the little door, but once in the chute cold not get out. My knee had me jammed in there. I could go down but not up. Steve somehow found my sister Amy. Amy held my arm to keep me from dropping to the basement floor. All my siblings were in the basement piling up soft things for me to land on. In my head I imagined the fire department coming and tearing the wall apart to get me out. My father would go crazy when he got home an found out about this adventure.
Amy was straining to hold me so I figured I could start sliding down to the basement. Now by good fortune there happened to be a little door in the kitchen to access the chute. When I got to the chute where part of my home made rescue crew was peering in, I was able to rearrange my knee and get out without having to parachute into the basement. Very relieved I remember going to the basement and seeing the huge pile of clothes awaiting the quasi Santa Clause to drop down the clothes chute.
One thing people would notice about the houses in Woodsdale that people must have had a live -in maid or servant of some sort. Many young women were pouring into our country and they needed jobs. Once again it was probably not that expensive to have some live in help in the 20's and 30's. The houses had a back set of stairs so the help could make it to the attic without disturbing the home owners. Attics were where the servants lived. Many attics had sinks and perhaps a bathroom for the help. Some homes had living quarters above the garage. Relics of that time are still in a lot of the houses. There were speaking tubes. Brass tubes you could speak into and have your voice carried from one part of the house to another to serve as an intercom. Another appliance that may still be on a lot of the homes was an ice box on the back porch. The iceman would deliver the ice into a box on the back porch. As a kid I remember discovering an old gasoline tank in the yard. Some homes had a supply of gasoline and a rudimentary pump in the garage.
Even in the 1950's there were the old fashioned fire alarm boxes on the telephone poles. To send an alarm there was some contraption you manipulated.
The houses were built for the time. With electricity sparse people did not have so many lights for the interior of the home. To provide both light and ventilation the answer was very large double hung windows. Slate roofs were standard on those houses.
A bad habit we had as children was playing on the roof. It is amazing no one got killed. The roofs were high and it would be about a three story fall if you went off. One day in the early spring I was on the roof enjoying the view. The slate I was sitting on came lose and I headed toward the gutter. Certain death seemed approaching. What saved me was the wide gutters built on those houses. The gutter was almost two feet wide. I would be dead if it was a modern flimsy gutter.
A special feature of the old homes was the clothes chute. At a young age I could get in and out of the chute on the second floor. The chute enabled the home owner to throw dirty linens and clothes directly down to a catch bin in the basement. One day I decided to show Stephen Leibold how I could get into the chute. I must have grown a little since my last try. I got into the chute through the little door, but once in the chute cold not get out. My knee had me jammed in there. I could go down but not up. Steve somehow found my sister Amy. Amy held my arm to keep me from dropping to the basement floor. All my siblings were in the basement piling up soft things for me to land on. In my head I imagined the fire department coming and tearing the wall apart to get me out. My father would go crazy when he got home an found out about this adventure.
Amy was straining to hold me so I figured I could start sliding down to the basement. Now by good fortune there happened to be a little door in the kitchen to access the chute. When I got to the chute where part of my home made rescue crew was peering in, I was able to rearrange my knee and get out without having to parachute into the basement. Very relieved I remember going to the basement and seeing the huge pile of clothes awaiting the quasi Santa Clause to drop down the clothes chute.
Thursday, November 09, 2017
Too many letters
Kadizzle must be honest, he enjoys irritating Republicans. It is something like the joy you get swatting a fly. Part of the fly swatting is writing two letters per month to the Bismarck Tribune. The letters are about as random as this blog. Who knows what they might espouse, but they do have the commonality of pointing out the foibles of Republican thought.
Part of the daily up date is to read the letters to the editor in the Bismarck Tribune. In the Tribune letter section there are two other perpetual left wing letter writer guys who also shoot barbs at the conservatives. This morning The Tribune published a complaint about the fact that Kadizzle and Larry Larsen write too many letters. This has gone on for many years, and Kadizzle has people come up to him on the street and tell him they enjoy the letters. The Tribune is a sorrowful paper and desperate for anything to fill the pages. Like so many newspapers they refuse to be controversial or offend any of the powers in the state, so it works out well for them to have someone else do it for them.
More than once someone has written the paper suggesting that no letters be published they disagree with. Kadizzle wonders why if these people who would like limit free speech don't just write their own letters. Kadizzle got a good laugh when someone from the Tribune told him that people called and thought Kadizzle is paid to write the letters.
Brother in Law Ned who probably thinks Kadizzle is a little off kilter had a long conversation with Kadizzle in the kitchen this morning. Ned is strong on live and let live. Ned also feels it is pretty hopeless to educate the Hoopleheads. As the sun came up round and round we went with the pros and cons of being politically active. Ned on more than one occasion suggested Kadizzle go to Walmart. Walmart in Cottonwood is an education. If you want to meet the unwashed masses, the gun totters, and the Republican base a visit to Walmart is in order. Seeing the throngs of the hopeless would discourage anyone. The CEO of Walmart is making $8,000 per hour. The busted flat recovering alcoholic greeting you at the door gets $8.00 an hour. What a wonderful world. We can all be the CEO, we are just too lazy and don't try hard enough. Right Trump?
Part of the daily up date is to read the letters to the editor in the Bismarck Tribune. In the Tribune letter section there are two other perpetual left wing letter writer guys who also shoot barbs at the conservatives. This morning The Tribune published a complaint about the fact that Kadizzle and Larry Larsen write too many letters. This has gone on for many years, and Kadizzle has people come up to him on the street and tell him they enjoy the letters. The Tribune is a sorrowful paper and desperate for anything to fill the pages. Like so many newspapers they refuse to be controversial or offend any of the powers in the state, so it works out well for them to have someone else do it for them.
More than once someone has written the paper suggesting that no letters be published they disagree with. Kadizzle wonders why if these people who would like limit free speech don't just write their own letters. Kadizzle got a good laugh when someone from the Tribune told him that people called and thought Kadizzle is paid to write the letters.
Brother in Law Ned who probably thinks Kadizzle is a little off kilter had a long conversation with Kadizzle in the kitchen this morning. Ned is strong on live and let live. Ned also feels it is pretty hopeless to educate the Hoopleheads. As the sun came up round and round we went with the pros and cons of being politically active. Ned on more than one occasion suggested Kadizzle go to Walmart. Walmart in Cottonwood is an education. If you want to meet the unwashed masses, the gun totters, and the Republican base a visit to Walmart is in order. Seeing the throngs of the hopeless would discourage anyone. The CEO of Walmart is making $8,000 per hour. The busted flat recovering alcoholic greeting you at the door gets $8.00 an hour. What a wonderful world. We can all be the CEO, we are just too lazy and don't try hard enough. Right Trump?
Wednesday, November 08, 2017
Bum signs
Kadizzle had to visit every grocery store in Cottonwood to get his wine. The nice looking bum lady at Walmart was begging on the corner. Her sign said she had two kids and needed help. The sign looked pretty well made. At the last grocery store where Kadizzle finally found the wine he wanted he encountered another bum. This bum was a man and his sign had a striking resemblance to the lady bums sign. It even had the two kids plea on it. Kadizzle stopped and asked the sign bummer if it was his wife over at Walmart working that corner. Mr. Bum assured Kadizzle it was not. This got Kadizzle thinking. Perhaps there is a market for bum signs. Walmart should have a selection of pre-made signs that have various pleas for money. Kadizzle could start a business renting signs to bums. The bums could work on commission.
Kadizzle if the boredom sets in badly enough may make a bum sign for himself. The sign will say " To Lazy to work, please help". Once Kadizzle did this in front of a bar in some little town in North Dakota that was having a festival. People would pitch a quarter in and laugh. Once Kadizzle had enough he would buy a pitcher of beer and offer it to people passing by. An old lady came up an chewed Kadizzle royally. She said there was nothing wrong with Kadizzle and told him to get a job.
Sister Patty goes by these bums every day. She says one bum always comes up with funny signs and sometimes she pitches him a coin.
Kadizzle if the boredom sets in badly enough may make a bum sign for himself. The sign will say " To Lazy to work, please help". Once Kadizzle did this in front of a bar in some little town in North Dakota that was having a festival. People would pitch a quarter in and laugh. Once Kadizzle had enough he would buy a pitcher of beer and offer it to people passing by. An old lady came up an chewed Kadizzle royally. She said there was nothing wrong with Kadizzle and told him to get a job.
Sister Patty goes by these bums every day. She says one bum always comes up with funny signs and sometimes she pitches him a coin.
Thoughts on Solar Power
Kadizzle grew up in the power industry so he does a lot of thinking about how power is generated and used. Sitting at sister Patty's house in Cottonwood, AZ the sounds of solar energy being installed have been a daily happening. Patty will always have an electric bill of $100 per month. Never more never less. To get the deal they lease solar panels on their roof. There are a lot of panels up there, perhaps 28. Each panel can produce 330 watts. That is a lot more power than the house can use. The company that owns the panels will sell the excess to the power company. Each panel would light three of the old fashioned 100 watt bulbs or 21 LED 100 watt bulbs.
Although traditional power companies claim they like clean energy, solar power is driving them nuts. Strangely coal and power companies are fight against wind and solar power. The big lie power companies and coal companies like to tell is there is no way to store energy form wind and solar. This is just a lie. There are several ways to store energy. One old fashioned way is batteries. Huge batteries will start to show up in cars. You may have your car parked in the garage and hooked to the grid. Your car will store big amounts of power and if it is needed it will be drawn out of your electric car. There is an old fashioned way to story power. You put water behind a dam. When you need the power you let the water run down through the generators. So on a sunny day when the solar panels in Cottonwood are producing way more power than anyone needs you use the power to pump the water up into a reservoir. Now you have just stored sunshine, or wind power. Tonight when you need the power you let the water run back down. In North Dakota we have a huge dam. So when you have solar or wind you throttle the dam back. When you need the power at night you turn up the power from the dam.
If we use power intelligently it disrupts the old way of making money. Coal companies don't like that so they want to tell you we need coal. The transition is happening even if the powers that be don't like it. Kadizzle is sitting under the transition right now. As we head to the future there will be a lot of deceit and lying by vested interest. There will be a lot of bribing of congressmen. Republicans in North Dakota are already trying their best to stifle the wind power industry. One method they want to use is taxing wind power. This has the net effect of giving a tax break to polluters like the coal industry. As this all takes place the dolts will be watching football and worrying about black guys kneeling. Trump will tweet and life will be sweet.
Although traditional power companies claim they like clean energy, solar power is driving them nuts. Strangely coal and power companies are fight against wind and solar power. The big lie power companies and coal companies like to tell is there is no way to store energy form wind and solar. This is just a lie. There are several ways to store energy. One old fashioned way is batteries. Huge batteries will start to show up in cars. You may have your car parked in the garage and hooked to the grid. Your car will store big amounts of power and if it is needed it will be drawn out of your electric car. There is an old fashioned way to story power. You put water behind a dam. When you need the power you let the water run down through the generators. So on a sunny day when the solar panels in Cottonwood are producing way more power than anyone needs you use the power to pump the water up into a reservoir. Now you have just stored sunshine, or wind power. Tonight when you need the power you let the water run back down. In North Dakota we have a huge dam. So when you have solar or wind you throttle the dam back. When you need the power at night you turn up the power from the dam.
If we use power intelligently it disrupts the old way of making money. Coal companies don't like that so they want to tell you we need coal. The transition is happening even if the powers that be don't like it. Kadizzle is sitting under the transition right now. As we head to the future there will be a lot of deceit and lying by vested interest. There will be a lot of bribing of congressmen. Republicans in North Dakota are already trying their best to stifle the wind power industry. One method they want to use is taxing wind power. This has the net effect of giving a tax break to polluters like the coal industry. As this all takes place the dolts will be watching football and worrying about black guys kneeling. Trump will tweet and life will be sweet.
Deep in the middle of nowhere
Mrs Kadizzle is deep in the Grand Canyon. Mr. Kadizzle spent the day high on Cedar Mesa. A friend whose wife is down the canyon with the Mrs. stopped by to pick up Kadizzle and his cycle this morning. After unloading the cycles at the base of the mesa up the road we went. So many times it seems like the entire Earth is covered with people, but as you head to the wilderness that view begins to fade. Clueless as to where we were we rode down some of the most nasty roads ever. Strewn with boulders and begging you to crash the roads went deeper and deeper to the middle of nowhere. Finally Kadizzle took the bait and had a minor crash. As the cycle hit a rock the clutch lever broke in half. The rest of the ride was completed with half a clutch lever.
Time came for a decision. Do we keep going and hope we come back to a main road or do we turn around. The day was getting short so we turned around. If you are bored go on Google Earth and look at the country North and East of Camp Verde AZ. You might just search for Cedar Mesa. Looking down from space you can see what a vast wilderness area Cedar Mesa is. In all the years of exploration Kadizzle has almost never found a plot of ground where cattle were not being grazed. On Cedar Mesa the cattle share the land with Elk.
Time came for a decision. Do we keep going and hope we come back to a main road or do we turn around. The day was getting short so we turned around. If you are bored go on Google Earth and look at the country North and East of Camp Verde AZ. You might just search for Cedar Mesa. Looking down from space you can see what a vast wilderness area Cedar Mesa is. In all the years of exploration Kadizzle has almost never found a plot of ground where cattle were not being grazed. On Cedar Mesa the cattle share the land with Elk.
Tuesday, November 07, 2017
Thoughts and Prayers.
Yesterday Kadizzle had a flat tire. Kadizzle had heard about the power of Thoughts and Prayers so he kneeled down beside the tire and prayed. "Oh Lord please heal this tire and put the breath of life back in it". Nothing happened. At this point Kadizzle decided to try the Thought system. Kadizzle thought there was a spare tire on the car. Sure enough there was. As Kadizzle kept using the thought system, he realized thinking could get the car going again. Soon he was realizing as he drove down the road the thoughts worked, but the prayer did not.
So now we have the mass shootings. Kadizzle again thought he might try some prayers. Kadizzle prayed every NRA member would get cancer of the bung hole. " Oh Lord let those who support gun violence be stricken with cancer of the rectum". Again prayer did not work. Now Kadizzle tried the thought process. Kadizzle thought if the NRA were not allowed to buy congressmen gun violence might stop. Kadizzle thought if our country had reasonable gun laws mass shootings would not happen every day. Kadizzle thought if we put an RFD device in every gun the gun nuts could not enter churches, schools, and public events with guns.
This time the thinking did not work. Kadizzled suddenly realized that sometimes a lot of people have to think to get thinking to work. We have tried a lot of people praying, but never given a chance to a lot of people thinking. So next week some deranged gun nut will try to set a new record shooting people. Just hope it ain't anyone close to you that gets shot. A last word of advice, don't waste your time on prayer. Every day Kadizzle prays Donald Trump will get what every evil man deserves. Lightening does not strike him, he does not turn into a pillar of salt, and meanwhile children do without health care, and the rich get richer. Only one good explanation God is a Republican or his cell phone needs charged.
So now we have the mass shootings. Kadizzle again thought he might try some prayers. Kadizzle prayed every NRA member would get cancer of the bung hole. " Oh Lord let those who support gun violence be stricken with cancer of the rectum". Again prayer did not work. Now Kadizzle tried the thought process. Kadizzle thought if the NRA were not allowed to buy congressmen gun violence might stop. Kadizzle thought if our country had reasonable gun laws mass shootings would not happen every day. Kadizzle thought if we put an RFD device in every gun the gun nuts could not enter churches, schools, and public events with guns.
This time the thinking did not work. Kadizzled suddenly realized that sometimes a lot of people have to think to get thinking to work. We have tried a lot of people praying, but never given a chance to a lot of people thinking. So next week some deranged gun nut will try to set a new record shooting people. Just hope it ain't anyone close to you that gets shot. A last word of advice, don't waste your time on prayer. Every day Kadizzle prays Donald Trump will get what every evil man deserves. Lightening does not strike him, he does not turn into a pillar of salt, and meanwhile children do without health care, and the rich get richer. Only one good explanation God is a Republican or his cell phone needs charged.
Monday, November 06, 2017
Up on the Rim
In Arizona everyone talks about going up on the Rim. The rim is the escarpment that creates a basin. The Rim surrounds Payson and Cottonwood. Yesterday Ned and Kadizzle set out to find an ancient Indian Ruin up on the Rim. Kadizzle was not real enthusiastic about doing 25 miles on paved roads with the Yamaha 250 XT, but we did. The gravel roads leading to the top of the mountains were dusty.
Once on top we took a side road that was paved with miniature boulders the size of watermelons and footballs. The road was one of the nastiest level roads ever invented. A car could never have driven the road and even a truck or jeep would tear itself apart at any speed. We had the right mode of transportation. It was like constantly avoiding the worst and sharpest rocks.
Using the GPS Ned said we were withing 300 feet of where the ruin should be. After a lot of fruitless searching we reexamined the map and decided to try another close by area. While the first search was being conducted we heard a chainsaw operating nearby. On our next search we encountered the chainsaw family. A tall scraggly guy with three children and a wife was gathering cedar wood for the winter. The kids looked to be about 12 to 14. The two youngest children a boy and girl were trying to split the short pieces of cedar their dad had cut. The girl was doing a good job of using a large maul to do her task. She was so skinny, yet tall. Seemed like if she turned sideways she would disappear.
Kadizzle engaged the desert hillbillies in conversation to see if they knew of any Indian sites in the area. The father related a story about how some relative had accidentally come upon an Indian cave with artifacts and skeletons in a snow storm. Of course they were never able to find the cave again and it took on the air of a local legend.
When things seemed hopeless Ned spotted a pottery shard. Soon Kadizzle noticed the ground was littered with pottery shards. No remains of any significant walls could be found which struck Kadizzle as strange. Ned said the area had been chained. To make fields modern man put a chain between two bulldozers and drug the chain to destroy all the trees so a field could be made. Ned speculated that the chaining had destroyed the walls. If it did, it did a damn good job. The amount of white pottery was unusual. This is the first time Kadizzle ever recalls finding white potter shards in great numbers. A few pieces had faded designs still visible.
Every time Kadizzle goes on one of these expeditions he is amazed how widespread people were and how extensive the civilization was in the time of the Indians. Around 1200 to 1500 there must have been tens of thousands of ancient people living in this area.
Once on top we took a side road that was paved with miniature boulders the size of watermelons and footballs. The road was one of the nastiest level roads ever invented. A car could never have driven the road and even a truck or jeep would tear itself apart at any speed. We had the right mode of transportation. It was like constantly avoiding the worst and sharpest rocks.
Using the GPS Ned said we were withing 300 feet of where the ruin should be. After a lot of fruitless searching we reexamined the map and decided to try another close by area. While the first search was being conducted we heard a chainsaw operating nearby. On our next search we encountered the chainsaw family. A tall scraggly guy with three children and a wife was gathering cedar wood for the winter. The kids looked to be about 12 to 14. The two youngest children a boy and girl were trying to split the short pieces of cedar their dad had cut. The girl was doing a good job of using a large maul to do her task. She was so skinny, yet tall. Seemed like if she turned sideways she would disappear.
Kadizzle engaged the desert hillbillies in conversation to see if they knew of any Indian sites in the area. The father related a story about how some relative had accidentally come upon an Indian cave with artifacts and skeletons in a snow storm. Of course they were never able to find the cave again and it took on the air of a local legend.
When things seemed hopeless Ned spotted a pottery shard. Soon Kadizzle noticed the ground was littered with pottery shards. No remains of any significant walls could be found which struck Kadizzle as strange. Ned said the area had been chained. To make fields modern man put a chain between two bulldozers and drug the chain to destroy all the trees so a field could be made. Ned speculated that the chaining had destroyed the walls. If it did, it did a damn good job. The amount of white pottery was unusual. This is the first time Kadizzle ever recalls finding white potter shards in great numbers. A few pieces had faded designs still visible.
Every time Kadizzle goes on one of these expeditions he is amazed how widespread people were and how extensive the civilization was in the time of the Indians. Around 1200 to 1500 there must have been tens of thousands of ancient people living in this area.
Sunday, November 05, 2017
Sitting on the Porch
Sitting on the porch was an art in the old days in Woodsdale. The neighborhoods were very much designed for porch sitters. As a very young person I got to see a little of the porch era that came to an end. That was the time when the houses of Woodsdale were decked out with awnings. Wheeling Tent and Awning Company would show up and put up wonderful awnings to shade windows and porches. This was how people dealt with heat in the pre- air conditioned era. The houses were equipped with fittings to put up all the sun blocking material. It was like putting a pretty dress on a woman to see the houses dressed up for shade.
As we grew up that custom faded quickly, but the porch was still important. Our house was special because it sat on a small knoll. Sitting on our front porch swing you got a commanding view of the intersection of Poplar Ave and Woodlawn. Someone would walk down the street and you would say hi. Next thing you knew they were sitting on the stone railing of the porch and the local gossip was flowing like the beer at the Alpha.
Now across the street Old Mr. Smoot lived. Mrs Smoot retired from the railroad and he was the most important porch occupant ever. Mr. Smoot kept an eye on everything. As a little kid if you had nothing to do you could go over and talk to Mr. Smoot. Mr. Smoot like children and was wonderful with all of them. One thing Mr. Smoot taught every kid was how to ricite the Hit ta Tit story. Perhaps I can reconstruct it. I will need the help of my little sister Patty on this one.
I ran up a hazel gable
I ran down a hingle bingle
There I saw a thig a ma jig
A stealing my capani
It I had had a hit ta tit
To hit ta tit ta tanie
I could have caught the thing ama jig
A stealing my capani.
Just try saying this real fast. To this day I have a lot of fun with little kids trying to get them to recite this. Mr. Smoot used to teach kids how to recite the presidents in order. My cousin Allison would sit with Mr Smoot and learn all his rhymes.
My favorite was when he told stories about the railroad. Mr Smoot would tell us about the bums. I think it was Mr. Smoot who inspired me to want to be a bum. Some people say I have succeeded. I like bums. One day Mr. Smoot told a bum story that has stuck in my head forever. He said the bums had no money, but they had a hankering for something strong to drink, so they mixed up a drink called Open Switch. Of course as kids we had to know what Open Switch was. It seemed like the perfect railroad drink. Mr. Smoot said it was a mixture of buttermilk and gasoline. Even as a young person we knew that mixture would probably open your switch for the last time.
In the old days people knew people. You knew your neighbors, you talked to them, and you visited with them on the front steps, or on the porch. Sunday was a special day. On a warm Sunday people walked down to Vance Church by Woodsdale School. As you sat on the porch you could say good morning to those in their Sunday best.
All this porch talk reminds me of an embarrassing moment rushing from bed to run down to the porch. A terrible crash had awakened me. The sound of massive amounts of breaking glass was beyond comprehension. What had happened? With nothing on but my underwear down the steps from the second floor I ran. Just as I started for the door a nice looking young girl came running into the house. Here I was a half naked young teen confronting of all things a girl. She was crying because she thought she killed the milkman. Failing to stop at the intersection she forced Mr. Bell into a tree. In those days all the milk was in glass bottles. That was the crashing can breaking glass that had brought me to life. Mr. Bell was relatively unhurt and life went on.
My uncle lived over on Hamilton Avenue. Many times I would go to visit my cousin Mark and somehow end up talking at length with my uncle. It was a rare thing for young people to have long meaningful conversations with older experienced people. Porches in the old days were very important social places. Hopefully the tradition will come back.
As we grew up that custom faded quickly, but the porch was still important. Our house was special because it sat on a small knoll. Sitting on our front porch swing you got a commanding view of the intersection of Poplar Ave and Woodlawn. Someone would walk down the street and you would say hi. Next thing you knew they were sitting on the stone railing of the porch and the local gossip was flowing like the beer at the Alpha.
Now across the street Old Mr. Smoot lived. Mrs Smoot retired from the railroad and he was the most important porch occupant ever. Mr. Smoot kept an eye on everything. As a little kid if you had nothing to do you could go over and talk to Mr. Smoot. Mr. Smoot like children and was wonderful with all of them. One thing Mr. Smoot taught every kid was how to ricite the Hit ta Tit story. Perhaps I can reconstruct it. I will need the help of my little sister Patty on this one.
I ran up a hazel gable
I ran down a hingle bingle
There I saw a thig a ma jig
A stealing my capani
It I had had a hit ta tit
To hit ta tit ta tanie
I could have caught the thing ama jig
A stealing my capani.
Just try saying this real fast. To this day I have a lot of fun with little kids trying to get them to recite this. Mr. Smoot used to teach kids how to recite the presidents in order. My cousin Allison would sit with Mr Smoot and learn all his rhymes.
My favorite was when he told stories about the railroad. Mr Smoot would tell us about the bums. I think it was Mr. Smoot who inspired me to want to be a bum. Some people say I have succeeded. I like bums. One day Mr. Smoot told a bum story that has stuck in my head forever. He said the bums had no money, but they had a hankering for something strong to drink, so they mixed up a drink called Open Switch. Of course as kids we had to know what Open Switch was. It seemed like the perfect railroad drink. Mr. Smoot said it was a mixture of buttermilk and gasoline. Even as a young person we knew that mixture would probably open your switch for the last time.
In the old days people knew people. You knew your neighbors, you talked to them, and you visited with them on the front steps, or on the porch. Sunday was a special day. On a warm Sunday people walked down to Vance Church by Woodsdale School. As you sat on the porch you could say good morning to those in their Sunday best.
All this porch talk reminds me of an embarrassing moment rushing from bed to run down to the porch. A terrible crash had awakened me. The sound of massive amounts of breaking glass was beyond comprehension. What had happened? With nothing on but my underwear down the steps from the second floor I ran. Just as I started for the door a nice looking young girl came running into the house. Here I was a half naked young teen confronting of all things a girl. She was crying because she thought she killed the milkman. Failing to stop at the intersection she forced Mr. Bell into a tree. In those days all the milk was in glass bottles. That was the crashing can breaking glass that had brought me to life. Mr. Bell was relatively unhurt and life went on.
My uncle lived over on Hamilton Avenue. Many times I would go to visit my cousin Mark and somehow end up talking at length with my uncle. It was a rare thing for young people to have long meaningful conversations with older experienced people. Porches in the old days were very important social places. Hopefully the tradition will come back.
Mexican Gwuample
What in the hell is gwuample? Mrs Kadizzle is an excellent cook. One of her abilities is to mix things together and something good comes out. Gwuample is like hot dish, only a lot better. So here Kadizzle sits early in the day with little sister. The three rats are on the floor chewing on bones, they are Chihuahua rats. Patty made wonderful Mexican gwaumple last night. Kadizzle is fat as ever and the gwaumple did not help the cause.
Uncle Ned is wandering around in his suspender pants. The plan is Ned and Kadizzle will buzz up on the Rim and check out an Indian site. Ned is the local site steward that takes care of the ancient sites. The ride will be a long one on a little motorcycle, but it will get us some air and eventually some hiking. Kadizzle is nestled in Cottonwood with his youngest sister. Kadizzle had six sisters. One went on to the lord. Patty is the youngest.
Medium rat is eleven and just jumped up to sit beside me. Skinny rat that is hyperactive and fat rat which looks like a walking watermelon are on the floor. The damn rats will start barking and should be shot. However, Ned and Patty live by taking care of the three rats.
Yesterday on the way back from the grocery store Patty and his eminence stopped at a yard sail down the street. Never has there been a yard sale like it. The old goat who was running it said it took two weeks to haul the junk into his yard. The junk wrapped around the house. Hundreds of boxes of more junk were piled everywhere. Kadizzle asked the goat where he got all the stuff, and he said he had storage units full of more. A hoarders convention could not have had more crap. It was like twenty people cleaned out their garage, their basement, attic, and summer home and heaped up the crap. There were six and ten of everything. Half full bottles of cleaning supplies could be had for fifty cents. Old CD music was one dollar a slice. Need a corkscrew? There were ten to chose from. Now the last thing on Earth Kadizzle would by at a yard sale is a pillow, but Patty bought two. Kadizzle asked if she was going to start a bed bug colony? She said she would wash them and put on the back porch. Gasoline would be the best thing to wash a used pillow in.
Well now it is time for the update. Hope Trump insulted some Asian dignitary on his trip East. Trump will enjoy going to China and seeing his " Make America Great Hats" get made.
Uncle Ned is wandering around in his suspender pants. The plan is Ned and Kadizzle will buzz up on the Rim and check out an Indian site. Ned is the local site steward that takes care of the ancient sites. The ride will be a long one on a little motorcycle, but it will get us some air and eventually some hiking. Kadizzle is nestled in Cottonwood with his youngest sister. Kadizzle had six sisters. One went on to the lord. Patty is the youngest.
Medium rat is eleven and just jumped up to sit beside me. Skinny rat that is hyperactive and fat rat which looks like a walking watermelon are on the floor. The damn rats will start barking and should be shot. However, Ned and Patty live by taking care of the three rats.
Yesterday on the way back from the grocery store Patty and his eminence stopped at a yard sail down the street. Never has there been a yard sale like it. The old goat who was running it said it took two weeks to haul the junk into his yard. The junk wrapped around the house. Hundreds of boxes of more junk were piled everywhere. Kadizzle asked the goat where he got all the stuff, and he said he had storage units full of more. A hoarders convention could not have had more crap. It was like twenty people cleaned out their garage, their basement, attic, and summer home and heaped up the crap. There were six and ten of everything. Half full bottles of cleaning supplies could be had for fifty cents. Old CD music was one dollar a slice. Need a corkscrew? There were ten to chose from. Now the last thing on Earth Kadizzle would by at a yard sale is a pillow, but Patty bought two. Kadizzle asked if she was going to start a bed bug colony? She said she would wash them and put on the back porch. Gasoline would be the best thing to wash a used pillow in.
Well now it is time for the update. Hope Trump insulted some Asian dignitary on his trip East. Trump will enjoy going to China and seeing his " Make America Great Hats" get made.
Saturday, November 04, 2017
Idiots Convention
Up early Kadizzle and wife prepare to head out. Kadizzle to Cottonwood, Mrs to Grand Canyon hike. Together we read each other stories of Trump's appointments. Trump is not draining the swamp. Trump is lowering the quality of the swamp dwellers. Trump has a penchant for appointing unqualified idiots to head various agencies. Trump seems to want the government destroyed by incompetency.
Back in North Dakota Kevin Cramer our Congressman wants to be a Senator. The old Trump called him and told him to go for it. Cramer does not have an ounce of honesty or morality, and Trump loves it. Trump surrounds himself with mental cases and idiots. The Hoopleheads love it. Remember the kid who would act up in class and how the class loved the dolt that gave the teacher grief ? Trump loves those guys and he is their hero. The Hoopleheads wanted someone who would spit in the eye of the establishment. The Hoopleheads jump for joy as the Republicans rob them bling, but they get the joy of Trump bashing anyone who appears educated. Super Dolt is the comic hero of the uneducated, unsophisticated, and unenlightened. Loved by the racist, and rednecks Trump revels in his glory.
A Con man is our presidents and we love the $19.95 government he is bringing us. Buy one lie get two free.
Back in North Dakota Kevin Cramer our Congressman wants to be a Senator. The old Trump called him and told him to go for it. Cramer does not have an ounce of honesty or morality, and Trump loves it. Trump surrounds himself with mental cases and idiots. The Hoopleheads love it. Remember the kid who would act up in class and how the class loved the dolt that gave the teacher grief ? Trump loves those guys and he is their hero. The Hoopleheads wanted someone who would spit in the eye of the establishment. The Hoopleheads jump for joy as the Republicans rob them bling, but they get the joy of Trump bashing anyone who appears educated. Super Dolt is the comic hero of the uneducated, unsophisticated, and unenlightened. Loved by the racist, and rednecks Trump revels in his glory.
A Con man is our presidents and we love the $19.95 government he is bringing us. Buy one lie get two free.
Friday, November 03, 2017
The Tax Con
If you ever went into a casino you have seen the eyes of the idiots playing slot machines. Some are in a daze and some look like children peering into a candy store. You know the dolts are getting their pockets cleaned, but they love it. It is like a magic show. You want to believe the lady got sawed in half and your brain goes along with it even though you know it is not possible. So here comes Trump and his gang of clowns. These used car salesmen are going to rob the working class blind.
All of this reminds Kadizzle of when he sold vacuum cleaners. The customer was told the vacuum cleaner was actually free. All the purchaser had to do was send Kadizzle to see other people who would also get a free vacuum cleaner. Now each time you sent Kadizzle to see the next guy you got $25 dollars off your cost. Wait you said the vacuum cleaner was free! Oh yes, oh yes, it is free, but some people will cheat and not send me to see more people so I want you to pay me $270 for the vacuum that cost me $40. This is just to insure that you send me to see people (other suckers). As a high school student Kadizzle learned how the scam works. Kadizzle learned that indeed there are dolts out there you can rob by talking to them. Republicans know what Kadizzle learned. You can rob people by selling them a wonderful illusion. Here we go. I am going to give you a tax break. You will never notice I am putting it on your children's credit card, and by the way I am giving my rich buddies way more than you can imagine, but remember you get to buy candy with your tax break. The dolts jump for joy with the good news. The con man loves them.
All of this reminds Kadizzle of when he sold vacuum cleaners. The customer was told the vacuum cleaner was actually free. All the purchaser had to do was send Kadizzle to see other people who would also get a free vacuum cleaner. Now each time you sent Kadizzle to see the next guy you got $25 dollars off your cost. Wait you said the vacuum cleaner was free! Oh yes, oh yes, it is free, but some people will cheat and not send me to see more people so I want you to pay me $270 for the vacuum that cost me $40. This is just to insure that you send me to see people (other suckers). As a high school student Kadizzle learned how the scam works. Kadizzle learned that indeed there are dolts out there you can rob by talking to them. Republicans know what Kadizzle learned. You can rob people by selling them a wonderful illusion. Here we go. I am going to give you a tax break. You will never notice I am putting it on your children's credit card, and by the way I am giving my rich buddies way more than you can imagine, but remember you get to buy candy with your tax break. The dolts jump for joy with the good news. The con man loves them.
Thursday, November 02, 2017
Up the old trail
Mrs Perrywinkle A.K.A. Mrs Kadizzle is planning a great hike into Havsupi Falls in the Grand Canyon. Kadizzle will visit his sister while the adventure takes place. Women friends will make the hike without the curse of manhood. To get ready for the hike a new expensive back pack was purchased. The pack was custom fitted at REI and today the pack full of provisions had to be trail tested. Off we went up the Chilicoti Trail. Kadizzle decided to stray from the trail and look for Indian ruins. To his surprise he immediately came across a site withing twenty yards of the trail. We had walked by it many times and never noticed. Pot shards are always the giveaway. Kadizzle saw one then another, then another. The outline of the old walls indicated there had been a couple of rooms. As Mrs went up the main trail Kadizzle went higher, but nothing else was found.
Back at the campgrounds business is slow. Sometimes the government can mess up a one car funeral and at Roosevelt Lake they seem to have accomplished the feat. A new fee structure has been put in place. This in and of itself has irritated the locals, but to top it off new electronic machines have been put up to collect the fees. The machines have some serious bugs to work out. The screens cannot be read because of reflected sunlight, and the heat from the sun sometimes causes the machines to shut off all together. The net result is attendance is way down. The number of volunteers and the number of paying guest is about equal. So at least the service should be good. It is hot here. Mrs. Kadizzle says there are winter storm warnings back in the arctic where we came from, so best not to complain.
Back at the campgrounds business is slow. Sometimes the government can mess up a one car funeral and at Roosevelt Lake they seem to have accomplished the feat. A new fee structure has been put in place. This in and of itself has irritated the locals, but to top it off new electronic machines have been put up to collect the fees. The machines have some serious bugs to work out. The screens cannot be read because of reflected sunlight, and the heat from the sun sometimes causes the machines to shut off all together. The net result is attendance is way down. The number of volunteers and the number of paying guest is about equal. So at least the service should be good. It is hot here. Mrs. Kadizzle says there are winter storm warnings back in the arctic where we came from, so best not to complain.
All is quiet on the Arizona front
Slowly the sun is trying to claw it's way into the sky. The coyotes went absolutely crazy last night right under our window. In the middle of the night one coyote started howling withing a few feet of our bed. No way you can sleep with that racket.
The old soldiers are getting shot down. As a younger person you don't have friends and people you know dropping dead, but every year you get older it seems more prevalent. The second phase of aging are the cancer and diseases. As one ages more and more of life focuses on illness of one sort or another.
Slowly our job for the winter is starting to take shape. Being the government there is a host of paper work and signatures that have to be in place before we can work. We are working for free and it is hard to imagine what one has to go through to work for nothing. The Forest Service has it't own drivers license that one must have to drive their vehicles.
One of the campgrounds here caught fire while we were gone for the summer. It is amazing how quickly and how much the fire burnt. A DC10 was flown in to drop chemicals. The fire fighting agent used has a red dye in it and leaves a stain. Kadizzle remembers going Mesa Verde years ago and seeing the red stained rocks from fire fighting.
Yesterday Kadizzle got an email from Senator Heidi Hietkamp of North Dakota. It was difficult to tell if the email was the typical boiler plate message or she actually had some input in it. Kadizzle fires countless stingers at Hietkamp in social media because she panders so much to the rednecks in North Dakota and refuses to have much of a voice about Republican abuse. Kadizzle has particularly been hard on her about how quickly she sold out to the NRA. In a response Kadizzle asked Hiedi how she would react if a member of her family was shot by a gun nut.
Last year the Forest Service gave us a very nice spot along the lake. This year there has been some question if volunteers can use the super nice spots for their campers. Supposedly it all comes down to some silly government accounting. Through some insane system The Forest Service rents the sites from the Office of Management and Budget. The Forest Service pays three dollars a day for our campsite. Since it is the government paying the goverment it creates a strange deal. The Forest Service values our work at $20 per hour. We work for free for 24 hours per week for each of us. This would be a total of 48 hours or $960 dollars a week. The rent paid by The Forest Service would be $21, for a net gain of $929. The silly part of all of this is that there are many ways The Forest Service could easily save $3 per day. However, as in every organization common sense goes out the window when political infighting comes in.
The old soldiers are getting shot down. As a younger person you don't have friends and people you know dropping dead, but every year you get older it seems more prevalent. The second phase of aging are the cancer and diseases. As one ages more and more of life focuses on illness of one sort or another.
Slowly our job for the winter is starting to take shape. Being the government there is a host of paper work and signatures that have to be in place before we can work. We are working for free and it is hard to imagine what one has to go through to work for nothing. The Forest Service has it't own drivers license that one must have to drive their vehicles.
One of the campgrounds here caught fire while we were gone for the summer. It is amazing how quickly and how much the fire burnt. A DC10 was flown in to drop chemicals. The fire fighting agent used has a red dye in it and leaves a stain. Kadizzle remembers going Mesa Verde years ago and seeing the red stained rocks from fire fighting.
Yesterday Kadizzle got an email from Senator Heidi Hietkamp of North Dakota. It was difficult to tell if the email was the typical boiler plate message or she actually had some input in it. Kadizzle fires countless stingers at Hietkamp in social media because she panders so much to the rednecks in North Dakota and refuses to have much of a voice about Republican abuse. Kadizzle has particularly been hard on her about how quickly she sold out to the NRA. In a response Kadizzle asked Hiedi how she would react if a member of her family was shot by a gun nut.
Last year the Forest Service gave us a very nice spot along the lake. This year there has been some question if volunteers can use the super nice spots for their campers. Supposedly it all comes down to some silly government accounting. Through some insane system The Forest Service rents the sites from the Office of Management and Budget. The Forest Service pays three dollars a day for our campsite. Since it is the government paying the goverment it creates a strange deal. The Forest Service values our work at $20 per hour. We work for free for 24 hours per week for each of us. This would be a total of 48 hours or $960 dollars a week. The rent paid by The Forest Service would be $21, for a net gain of $929. The silly part of all of this is that there are many ways The Forest Service could easily save $3 per day. However, as in every organization common sense goes out the window when political infighting comes in.
Wednesday, November 01, 2017
Boom and Bust
Last night the Kadizzles , and Cliff took the stage coach into Globe. Globe is the copper capital of the United States and what has kept Arizona on the map since inception. In Globe all the goblins came to town for Halloween in the evening. Maybe in Globe the should be called Globlins. Like every mining town the population is a mix of whatever you can muster. All the Indians came in from the reservation, and the locals were every ethnicity with a strong dose of Mexican.
Mining has gone on for hundreds of years in the area. Before copper gold was the mineral of choice. The Mexicans came up to Arizona long ago for the gold. Kadizzle was a coal miner most of his life. Mining usually works the same way everywhere. Someone from far away ends up with the money and the locals end up with a hole in the ground. Globe is a case in point. The whole town looks shot up and disorganized. As one woman said it looks like someone followed a snake to lay out the streets. Like a lot of mining towns Globe has a train track running right down the middle of one street. Get the gold, get the copper, and run. When copper prices are high spend like a drunk, and when they are low run to the pay day lender and get your pockets cleaned.
Now a disclaimer, Kadizzle is fat and eats too much. Sitting on the court house steps watching the people dressed in their costumes it is clear just about everyone in Globe has a weight problem. The Indians have been hit hardest by a weight gain. If the Indians had to be subdued in modern times there would be no blood shed. B52 Bombers would fly over the Indian encampments and drop potato chips, Coke, and fried food. In no time the Indians would swell up and become immobile. What happens to a people that lived forever on the verge of starvation and then you bomb them with American junk food?
Spend it while you can seems to be the Globe mentality, and so it goes for many mining communities. Now we turn to politics. Our grand wizard Mr. Trump wants to spend 21 billion on a wall. Back in Globe the houses are falling off the hill, the sidewalks are crumbling, the drug addicts are stumbling, and the pickup trucks are rumbling. A whole population of people are headed toward old age without a penny saved. How is this going to work out? Our country is just like a mining town with the boom and bust. In the mining town the money leaves and goes to some rich guy in New York or another prosperous community of the wealthy. West Virginia is a classic example, laced with poverty where billions in coal were extracted. Copper took it's toll in Butt Montana. They were left with a giant lake of toxic waste a run down town and nothing to show for it.
Part of mining is concentrating the ore. It is a process similar to what Republican do when they concentrate the wealth. The gold, cooper, or silver ends up in the hands of a tiny few, and heaps of waste are left behind. That is about to happen once more with the Republican tax plan. The people in Globe went up one side of main street and down the other. The businesses all handed them candy. Exactly what is going on in Washington. The business hand the working class candy and take the gold. We never learn, but we have fun acting silly in our costumes and believing in the ghost the Republicans tell us are trying to come across the border and sell us drugs.
Now to the drugs. The Sackler family has made 14 billion dollars selling opioids to the working class. The real winners in the drug game are perfectly legal pharmaceutical companies. Of course they have the congressmen they bought to help. Building a wall to keep Mexican drugs out only in reality keeps the competition out. Nothing changes, the rich dupe the poor, and the poor love it. Give the poor candy and drugs, let them watch football and NASCAR, they will show up at the mine and crawl in a hole to get some more copper for the guy in New York.
Mining has gone on for hundreds of years in the area. Before copper gold was the mineral of choice. The Mexicans came up to Arizona long ago for the gold. Kadizzle was a coal miner most of his life. Mining usually works the same way everywhere. Someone from far away ends up with the money and the locals end up with a hole in the ground. Globe is a case in point. The whole town looks shot up and disorganized. As one woman said it looks like someone followed a snake to lay out the streets. Like a lot of mining towns Globe has a train track running right down the middle of one street. Get the gold, get the copper, and run. When copper prices are high spend like a drunk, and when they are low run to the pay day lender and get your pockets cleaned.
Now a disclaimer, Kadizzle is fat and eats too much. Sitting on the court house steps watching the people dressed in their costumes it is clear just about everyone in Globe has a weight problem. The Indians have been hit hardest by a weight gain. If the Indians had to be subdued in modern times there would be no blood shed. B52 Bombers would fly over the Indian encampments and drop potato chips, Coke, and fried food. In no time the Indians would swell up and become immobile. What happens to a people that lived forever on the verge of starvation and then you bomb them with American junk food?
Spend it while you can seems to be the Globe mentality, and so it goes for many mining communities. Now we turn to politics. Our grand wizard Mr. Trump wants to spend 21 billion on a wall. Back in Globe the houses are falling off the hill, the sidewalks are crumbling, the drug addicts are stumbling, and the pickup trucks are rumbling. A whole population of people are headed toward old age without a penny saved. How is this going to work out? Our country is just like a mining town with the boom and bust. In the mining town the money leaves and goes to some rich guy in New York or another prosperous community of the wealthy. West Virginia is a classic example, laced with poverty where billions in coal were extracted. Copper took it's toll in Butt Montana. They were left with a giant lake of toxic waste a run down town and nothing to show for it.
Part of mining is concentrating the ore. It is a process similar to what Republican do when they concentrate the wealth. The gold, cooper, or silver ends up in the hands of a tiny few, and heaps of waste are left behind. That is about to happen once more with the Republican tax plan. The people in Globe went up one side of main street and down the other. The businesses all handed them candy. Exactly what is going on in Washington. The business hand the working class candy and take the gold. We never learn, but we have fun acting silly in our costumes and believing in the ghost the Republicans tell us are trying to come across the border and sell us drugs.
Now to the drugs. The Sackler family has made 14 billion dollars selling opioids to the working class. The real winners in the drug game are perfectly legal pharmaceutical companies. Of course they have the congressmen they bought to help. Building a wall to keep Mexican drugs out only in reality keeps the competition out. Nothing changes, the rich dupe the poor, and the poor love it. Give the poor candy and drugs, let them watch football and NASCAR, they will show up at the mine and crawl in a hole to get some more copper for the guy in New York.
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