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There are many reasons to have frequent medical and dental visits.
And, I'm sure that most of you know most of the reasons.
But here is one that comes to my mind that you might not have thought of:
The absence of current and accurate medical and dental records make it very difficult for law enforcement to identify your remains in the advent of a natural disaster, murder, or just plain "lost in the woods."
Support your local Police. A reduction of the hours spent on your identification could result in a reduction of taxes for your heirs.
Meanwhile....Back to The Dock.
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Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
She is Back
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That lovely, loving, funny, comforting, and cuddling wife of mine has returned home. Our home. I missed her, but she doesn't think so. She missed me even more, but won't admit it. And so things go. I didn't get a chance to thoroughly clean the house while she was gone. There were just too many movies and ball games to watch. But I did make a dent in it.
Aside from the ever growing annoyances of air travel, she had a nice time. Time with her old family, and time with our new family that was brought to us through her son's marriage. She said the visit itself was incredible and was the best ever. But she has come to realize that SoCal, aside from family, friends and memories, is no longer for her. I feel the same as well.
Anyway, she is gratefull to those that made her trip so nice, and regrets not having the time to spend time with more of our SoCal friends.
Now, she's back at work while it drizzles at The Dock.
That lovely, loving, funny, comforting, and cuddling wife of mine has returned home. Our home. I missed her, but she doesn't think so. She missed me even more, but won't admit it. And so things go. I didn't get a chance to thoroughly clean the house while she was gone. There were just too many movies and ball games to watch. But I did make a dent in it.
Aside from the ever growing annoyances of air travel, she had a nice time. Time with her old family, and time with our new family that was brought to us through her son's marriage. She said the visit itself was incredible and was the best ever. But she has come to realize that SoCal, aside from family, friends and memories, is no longer for her. I feel the same as well.
Anyway, she is gratefull to those that made her trip so nice, and regrets not having the time to spend time with more of our SoCal friends.
Now, she's back at work while it drizzles at The Dock.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Torture Poll
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Well, the Torture Poll is closed and I want to thank you all very much for taking part in it by giving your honest answer. In case you did not see the results before I removed it, there were a total of 7 votes cast; 6 of which were in some form of the "yes" category.
Now, a yes is a yes, no matter how you condition it. So it came out that 86% of you would torture someone to save someone else's life. Now, at first glance, I thought my poll was flawed because it is nearly opposite of what the American people publicly express.
But it is not flawed. The fact is that when asked publicly for their opinion, by far most Americans condemn any kind of torture. But they all know, deep inside, that they would do it without hesitation to save a loved one, and most any other innocent human being.
But the same is true about so many other of our feelings. People cried out publicly when they saw the cops beat Rodney King into submission, but at their dinner table most said they would have shot him to death.
People cried out publicly when they heard about the teacher duct taping her out of control grade school student to his chair, but in their living room, they laughed about it and said the child probably deserved it.
People cry out publicly when they hear about a family of four that were killed by a drunken driver, but drive home in private after slurping their cocktails in a tavern.
People contribute publicly to the mentally ill lady begging for help in front of the grocery store, but sneer as they walk away and hope that she would just leave their neighborhood. And people are kind to the autistic child while in public, but know they would abort an ill fated birth of their own.
And so it goes. Not always is what one says in public is what they will do in private. You know I'm right. And I know I'm right because I've been there and have had the time to study my inner self from the privacy of The Dock.
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Well, the Torture Poll is closed and I want to thank you all very much for taking part in it by giving your honest answer. In case you did not see the results before I removed it, there were a total of 7 votes cast; 6 of which were in some form of the "yes" category.
Now, a yes is a yes, no matter how you condition it. So it came out that 86% of you would torture someone to save someone else's life. Now, at first glance, I thought my poll was flawed because it is nearly opposite of what the American people publicly express.
But it is not flawed. The fact is that when asked publicly for their opinion, by far most Americans condemn any kind of torture. But they all know, deep inside, that they would do it without hesitation to save a loved one, and most any other innocent human being.
But the same is true about so many other of our feelings. People cried out publicly when they saw the cops beat Rodney King into submission, but at their dinner table most said they would have shot him to death.
People cried out publicly when they heard about the teacher duct taping her out of control grade school student to his chair, but in their living room, they laughed about it and said the child probably deserved it.
People cry out publicly when they hear about a family of four that were killed by a drunken driver, but drive home in private after slurping their cocktails in a tavern.
People contribute publicly to the mentally ill lady begging for help in front of the grocery store, but sneer as they walk away and hope that she would just leave their neighborhood. And people are kind to the autistic child while in public, but know they would abort an ill fated birth of their own.
And so it goes. Not always is what one says in public is what they will do in private. You know I'm right. And I know I'm right because I've been there and have had the time to study my inner self from the privacy of The Dock.
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Saturday, April 25, 2009
Chickening it
Well, my beautiful bubbling wife has left me in the dirt (actually it's sand here) once again. She's gone to SoCal to visit family and party. So, I'm left here doing all the things I normally do. You know, things like feeding, grooming, and cleaning up after the critters, dusting, cleaning floors, windows and toilets. Everything, except the cooking for her. So, I'll get a little break there.
In Those Days, I loved my Mom's pan fried chicken. She would cook it for my birthday every year. Made me feel really special, but thinking back about things, I think we had it about once a week anyway. It must be kind of a dying fad though. I don't know anyone who cooks chicken that way now. Apparently it was pushed aside by BBQ, baked, rotisserie, roasted, or deep fried.
My first exposure to the deep fried stuff was KFC, and then later at Popeye's. KFC is not truly deep fried. I think it is first pressure cooked, then fried, or maybe fried under pressure. And I really liked it....until I saw saw their kitchen while investigating a robbery years ago. Don't think I've eaten much of it since, but I still think it is the best tasting.
Now, when She's gone, things change, and I eat fried chicken. Because She can't stand the smell of it, let alone eat it. So, as planned, almost as soon as I dropped her off at the runway, I headed for Freddy's to get some fried chicken. I ate it for both lunch at the river, then again for dinner. It's almost gone. Might finish it off for breakfast and might even get some more after that. I think I'll even get some of that cheap macaroni and cheese to make up.
So, sorry to all the health conscience Lisa types out there. You know who you are (because you might even be named Lisa)! The next few days will be filled with low fiber, all fat, high salt, no exercise (except for my everyday normal chores), and maybe an A&W Papa Burger combo (substituting onion rings for fries and adding a large root beer).
Now, that's "Chickening it."
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In Those Days, I loved my Mom's pan fried chicken. She would cook it for my birthday every year. Made me feel really special, but thinking back about things, I think we had it about once a week anyway. It must be kind of a dying fad though. I don't know anyone who cooks chicken that way now. Apparently it was pushed aside by BBQ, baked, rotisserie, roasted, or deep fried.
My first exposure to the deep fried stuff was KFC, and then later at Popeye's. KFC is not truly deep fried. I think it is first pressure cooked, then fried, or maybe fried under pressure. And I really liked it....until I saw saw their kitchen while investigating a robbery years ago. Don't think I've eaten much of it since, but I still think it is the best tasting.
Now, when She's gone, things change, and I eat fried chicken. Because She can't stand the smell of it, let alone eat it. So, as planned, almost as soon as I dropped her off at the runway, I headed for Freddy's to get some fried chicken. I ate it for both lunch at the river, then again for dinner. It's almost gone. Might finish it off for breakfast and might even get some more after that. I think I'll even get some of that cheap macaroni and cheese to make up.
So, sorry to all the health conscience Lisa types out there. You know who you are (because you might even be named Lisa)! The next few days will be filled with low fiber, all fat, high salt, no exercise (except for my everyday normal chores), and maybe an A&W Papa Burger combo (substituting onion rings for fries and adding a large root beer).
Now, that's "Chickening it."
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
Where did that come from?
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I wonder about where that came from all the time, especially when I think about people. You know, things like telling lies, cheating, stealing, and being mean to someone.
I really don't think these things are always "learned traits" although I'm sure some are. I remember asking my first born, when she was barely old enough to speak, whether she had pooped in her diaper, and she lied to me. So, where did that come from? There was no one around that could have taught her to lie.
During most of my childhood, I was the eldest sibling. I remember a few times sitting on the chests of my brothers and sisters while holding their arms to the floor with my knees. Then, in order to get back something they had stolen from me, I'd tickle them, or threaten to let a drop of saliva fall from my mouth and into their face. Now, who taught them to steal my stuff, or who taught me how to torture them? I'm not sure about the stealing part, but no one taught me to torture. I think it was just something I figured would work, and it did! So where did that come from?
And the time I placed a gift-wrapped, dead clam into the desk of my 4th grade classmate on a Friday knowing that it would be very stinky when he returned to his desk on Monday. And the time I threw dirt clods at a girl that came to play with my sisters. To this day, I don't even know why I did these things. So where did that come from?
I think we call all attest to incidents such as these at one time or another, especially during our childhood. So then, why did we do it?
I've always been taught that unlike animals, humans don't have instincts. I think that is hogwash. We have many natural reactions to sudden instances, which for the most part, can not be controlled effectively. And that is an instinct. In other words, our instinct would make us duck at the sound of a gunshot.
I also think that we are born with the ability to lie, cheat, and be mean. That's not to say that some of those traits are also learned or are improved with experience. But, I think we are inherently born with these things and must be taught to overcome them. Your thoughts?
By the way, relaxing by Sittin' on the Dock of the Lake is a learned trait. And I learn fast.
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I wonder about where that came from all the time, especially when I think about people. You know, things like telling lies, cheating, stealing, and being mean to someone.
I really don't think these things are always "learned traits" although I'm sure some are. I remember asking my first born, when she was barely old enough to speak, whether she had pooped in her diaper, and she lied to me. So, where did that come from? There was no one around that could have taught her to lie.
During most of my childhood, I was the eldest sibling. I remember a few times sitting on the chests of my brothers and sisters while holding their arms to the floor with my knees. Then, in order to get back something they had stolen from me, I'd tickle them, or threaten to let a drop of saliva fall from my mouth and into their face. Now, who taught them to steal my stuff, or who taught me how to torture them? I'm not sure about the stealing part, but no one taught me to torture. I think it was just something I figured would work, and it did! So where did that come from?
And the time I placed a gift-wrapped, dead clam into the desk of my 4th grade classmate on a Friday knowing that it would be very stinky when he returned to his desk on Monday. And the time I threw dirt clods at a girl that came to play with my sisters. To this day, I don't even know why I did these things. So where did that come from?
I think we call all attest to incidents such as these at one time or another, especially during our childhood. So then, why did we do it?
I've always been taught that unlike animals, humans don't have instincts. I think that is hogwash. We have many natural reactions to sudden instances, which for the most part, can not be controlled effectively. And that is an instinct. In other words, our instinct would make us duck at the sound of a gunshot.
I also think that we are born with the ability to lie, cheat, and be mean. That's not to say that some of those traits are also learned or are improved with experience. But, I think we are inherently born with these things and must be taught to overcome them. Your thoughts?
By the way, relaxing by Sittin' on the Dock of the Lake is a learned trait. And I learn fast.
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Colorings
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We got our first color television in about 1964. They had only been out just a few years then and there were very few television shows in color. It was really primitive, and sometimes it was better just to watch the show in black and white.
Soon thereafter, most anything in grey scale seemed to go by the wayside. Gone were the movies, comics, snapshot film, stripped suits, and saddle shoes. Most anything black and white was gone.
Except......Newspapers. It was not until about 1972 that a newspaper appeared on my doorstep with its first color photograph on the cover. Why then did something so seemingly simple to do, take so long? After all, we even got color magazines, and coloring books long before the newspapers adapted to color.
Well, it's because they just refused to improve, and it's for that very same reason that so many newspapers have gone broke in recent years. And, I hope the all go broke. They are so arrogant. In this fast paced world, new is obsolete even before it can be printed. No one lists their wares in the classified section because it is so expensive and reaches so few people. But there is still room for newspapers, but they need to change their ways, and I don't think they will.
That's just what happens when you become stale and arrogant. Wake up General Motors and the like. It might be sad; but you're next.
Bright blue skies above The Dock today.
We got our first color television in about 1964. They had only been out just a few years then and there were very few television shows in color. It was really primitive, and sometimes it was better just to watch the show in black and white.
Soon thereafter, most anything in grey scale seemed to go by the wayside. Gone were the movies, comics, snapshot film, stripped suits, and saddle shoes. Most anything black and white was gone.
Except......Newspapers. It was not until about 1972 that a newspaper appeared on my doorstep with its first color photograph on the cover. Why then did something so seemingly simple to do, take so long? After all, we even got color magazines, and coloring books long before the newspapers adapted to color.
Well, it's because they just refused to improve, and it's for that very same reason that so many newspapers have gone broke in recent years. And, I hope the all go broke. They are so arrogant. In this fast paced world, new is obsolete even before it can be printed. No one lists their wares in the classified section because it is so expensive and reaches so few people. But there is still room for newspapers, but they need to change their ways, and I don't think they will.
That's just what happens when you become stale and arrogant. Wake up General Motors and the like. It might be sad; but you're next.
Bright blue skies above The Dock today.
Monday, April 20, 2009
The Bainbridge Account
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I received the following from a source within law enforcement. I have not verified the authenticity, but thought it was both interesting and accurate. Sorry for all the acronyms, but I think you can sort them out enough to figure out the context. Enjoy as I did.
Having spoken to some SEAL pals here in Virginia Beach yesterday and asking why this thing dragged out for 4 days, I got the following:
1. BHO wouldn't authorize the DEVGRU/NSWC SEAL teams to the scene for 36 hours going against OSC (on scene commander) recommendation.
2. Once they arrived, BHO imposed restrictions on their ROE that they couldn't do anything unless the hostage's life was in "imminent" danger.
3. The first time the hostage jumped, the SEALS had the raggies all sighted in, but could not fire due to ROE restriction.
4. When the navy RIB came under fire as it approached with supplies, no fire was returned due to ROE restrictions. As the raggies were shooting at the RIB, they were exposed and the SEALS had them all dialed in.
5. BHO specifically denied two rescue plans developed by the Bainbridge CPN and SEAL teams.
6. Bainbridge CPN and SEAL team CDR finally decide they have the OpArea and OSC authority to solely determine risk to hostage. 4 hours later, 3 dead raggies.
7. BHO immediately claims credit for his "daring and decisive" behaviour.
As usual with him, it's BS. So per our last email thread, I'm downgrading Oohbaby's performace to D-. Only reason it's not an F is that the hostage survived. Read the following accurate account.
Philips’ first leap into the warm, dark water of the Indian Ocean hadn’t worked out as well. With the Bainbridge in range and a rescue by his country’s Navy possible, Philips threw himself off of his lifeboat prison, enabling Navy shooters onboard the destroyer a clear shot at his captors — and none was taken.
The guidance from National Command Authority — the president of the United States, Barack Obama — had been clear: a peaceful solution was the only acceptable outcome to this standoff unless the hostage’s life was in clear, extreme danger.
The next day, a small Navy boat approaching the floating raft was fired on by the Somali pirates — and again no fire was returned and no pirates killed. This was again due to the cautious stance assumed byNavy personnel thanks to the combination of a lack of clear guidance from Washington and a mandate from the commander in chief’s staff not to act until Obama, a man with no background of dealing with such issues and no track record of decisiveness, decided that any outcome other than a “peaceful solution” would be acceptable.
After taking fire from the Somali kidnappers again Saturday night, the on scene commander decided he’d had enough. Keeping his authority to act in the case of a clear and present danger to the hostage’s life and having heard nothing from Washington since yet another request to mount a rescue operation had been denied the day before, the Navy officer — unnamed in all media reports to date — decided the AK47 one captor had leveled at Philips’ back was a threat to the hostage’s life and ordered theNSWC team to take their shots. Three rounds downrange later, all three brigands became enemy KIA and Philips was safe.
There is upside, downside, and spinside to the series of events over the last week that culminated inyesterday’s dramatic rescue of an American hostage. Almost immediately following word of the rescue, the Obama administration and its supporters claimed victory against pirates in the Indian Ocean and [1] declared that the dramatic end to the standoff putpaid to questions of the inexperienced president’s toughness and decisiveness. Despite the Obama administration’s (and its sycophants’) attempt to spin yesterday’s success as a resultof bold, decisive leadership by the inexperienced president, the reality is nothing of the sort. What should have been a standoff lasting only hours — as long as it took the USS Bainbridge and itsteam of NSWC operators to steam to the location — became an embarrassing four day and countingstandoff between a ragtag handful of criminals with rifles and a U.S. Navy warship.
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I received the following from a source within law enforcement. I have not verified the authenticity, but thought it was both interesting and accurate. Sorry for all the acronyms, but I think you can sort them out enough to figure out the context. Enjoy as I did.
Having spoken to some SEAL pals here in Virginia Beach yesterday and asking why this thing dragged out for 4 days, I got the following:
1. BHO wouldn't authorize the DEVGRU/NSWC SEAL teams to the scene for 36 hours going against OSC (on scene commander) recommendation.
2. Once they arrived, BHO imposed restrictions on their ROE that they couldn't do anything unless the hostage's life was in "imminent" danger.
3. The first time the hostage jumped, the SEALS had the raggies all sighted in, but could not fire due to ROE restriction.
4. When the navy RIB came under fire as it approached with supplies, no fire was returned due to ROE restrictions. As the raggies were shooting at the RIB, they were exposed and the SEALS had them all dialed in.
5. BHO specifically denied two rescue plans developed by the Bainbridge CPN and SEAL teams.
6. Bainbridge CPN and SEAL team CDR finally decide they have the OpArea and OSC authority to solely determine risk to hostage. 4 hours later, 3 dead raggies.
7. BHO immediately claims credit for his "daring and decisive" behaviour.
As usual with him, it's BS. So per our last email thread, I'm downgrading Oohbaby's performace to D-. Only reason it's not an F is that the hostage survived. Read the following accurate account.
Philips’ first leap into the warm, dark water of the Indian Ocean hadn’t worked out as well. With the Bainbridge in range and a rescue by his country’s Navy possible, Philips threw himself off of his lifeboat prison, enabling Navy shooters onboard the destroyer a clear shot at his captors — and none was taken.
The guidance from National Command Authority — the president of the United States, Barack Obama — had been clear: a peaceful solution was the only acceptable outcome to this standoff unless the hostage’s life was in clear, extreme danger.
The next day, a small Navy boat approaching the floating raft was fired on by the Somali pirates — and again no fire was returned and no pirates killed. This was again due to the cautious stance assumed byNavy personnel thanks to the combination of a lack of clear guidance from Washington and a mandate from the commander in chief’s staff not to act until Obama, a man with no background of dealing with such issues and no track record of decisiveness, decided that any outcome other than a “peaceful solution” would be acceptable.
After taking fire from the Somali kidnappers again Saturday night, the on scene commander decided he’d had enough. Keeping his authority to act in the case of a clear and present danger to the hostage’s life and having heard nothing from Washington since yet another request to mount a rescue operation had been denied the day before, the Navy officer — unnamed in all media reports to date — decided the AK47 one captor had leveled at Philips’ back was a threat to the hostage’s life and ordered theNSWC team to take their shots. Three rounds downrange later, all three brigands became enemy KIA and Philips was safe.
There is upside, downside, and spinside to the series of events over the last week that culminated inyesterday’s dramatic rescue of an American hostage. Almost immediately following word of the rescue, the Obama administration and its supporters claimed victory against pirates in the Indian Ocean and [1] declared that the dramatic end to the standoff putpaid to questions of the inexperienced president’s toughness and decisiveness. Despite the Obama administration’s (and its sycophants’) attempt to spin yesterday’s success as a resultof bold, decisive leadership by the inexperienced president, the reality is nothing of the sort. What should have been a standoff lasting only hours — as long as it took the USS Bainbridge and itsteam of NSWC operators to steam to the location — became an embarrassing four day and countingstandoff between a ragtag handful of criminals with rifles and a U.S. Navy warship.
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Saturday, April 18, 2009
Ethics, Christianity, Civil Liberties, and Justice
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Many years ago as a young police officer, I was competing for a promotion. During an interview, I was asked whether I would torture a captured kidnapper for ransom suspect to learn the hidden location of five school children that would die within hours if not rescued. Without hesitation, I said, "Yes!" Well, not only did I not get the promotion, but I scored near the bottom of the candidate list. It was years before I ever tried to promote again.
Today, in public (like for a promotion), I would answer that question quite differently, but in my heart I know that I would not hesitate to torture anyone if I knew it would save an innocent person's life.
Certainly, Ethics, Christianity, Civil Liberties, and Justice all play a significant weight in a very difficult personal decision. Should 24's Jack Bauer, torture some one to save the President, or countless other innocent Americans? Should anyone torture an admitted radical Islamic terrorist to prevent a future strike?
Why is it that we publicly chastise the CIA for torturing a terrorist by putting a bug into his cell him to get him to talk; while at the same time, we praise the naval sharpshooters who took the lives of three pirates to save one American, and call them heroes?
I just don't get it. Is it not the responsibility for our government to provide us with security? Our laws are founded upon Ethics, Christian fundamentals, Civil Liberties, and Justice to give us the absolute right to self defense. So what's the difference when a local cop shoots a deranged person holding a knife to an Innocent's throat, or choking a person to get him to tell you about his accomplices's plan to plant a bomb at Dodger Stadium?
What say you? Since most of you will not comment publicly, please take the poll to the left. I won't look to see who you are. I'll just wait out by The Dock.
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Many years ago as a young police officer, I was competing for a promotion. During an interview, I was asked whether I would torture a captured kidnapper for ransom suspect to learn the hidden location of five school children that would die within hours if not rescued. Without hesitation, I said, "Yes!" Well, not only did I not get the promotion, but I scored near the bottom of the candidate list. It was years before I ever tried to promote again.
Today, in public (like for a promotion), I would answer that question quite differently, but in my heart I know that I would not hesitate to torture anyone if I knew it would save an innocent person's life.
Certainly, Ethics, Christianity, Civil Liberties, and Justice all play a significant weight in a very difficult personal decision. Should 24's Jack Bauer, torture some one to save the President, or countless other innocent Americans? Should anyone torture an admitted radical Islamic terrorist to prevent a future strike?
Why is it that we publicly chastise the CIA for torturing a terrorist by putting a bug into his cell him to get him to talk; while at the same time, we praise the naval sharpshooters who took the lives of three pirates to save one American, and call them heroes?
I just don't get it. Is it not the responsibility for our government to provide us with security? Our laws are founded upon Ethics, Christian fundamentals, Civil Liberties, and Justice to give us the absolute right to self defense. So what's the difference when a local cop shoots a deranged person holding a knife to an Innocent's throat, or choking a person to get him to tell you about his accomplices's plan to plant a bomb at Dodger Stadium?
What say you? Since most of you will not comment publicly, please take the poll to the left. I won't look to see who you are. I'll just wait out by The Dock.
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Friday, April 17, 2009
Stocks vs Slots
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Well there have been a heck of a lot of people, who had a heck of a lot of money, invested in their retirement accounts. And a heck of a lot of those people lost a heck of a lot of their money. And there are a heck of a lot of people that have been forced from retirement to return to work (if they can find it). And there are a heck of a lot of people that can not retire as they had planned.
But, there are a heck of a lot of people that moved their investments from the stock market to liquid savings accounts, and those people still have a heck of a lot of money that they are itching to re-invest.
Interest rates have dropped very low, but the banks still refuse to make new loans. And because the banks now have too much money on hand, they pay those heck of a lot of people who have a heck of a lot of money in the back, next to nothing in interest.
One can not just sit on their heck of a lot of money and let it lose value to inflation. So, there are a heck of a lot of people lined up to jump back into the stock market. And as they do, the stocks will be driven up rise once again and a heck of a lot of people will make a heck of a lot of money.
But when nothing else but the sheer volume of stocks sales drives the price, the market becomes a bubble, and it will burst again. And that circle will go unbroken.
So, if you have a heck of a lot of money, and you put it into stocks again, be prepared to exit quickly. And exit well before the balloon shows a sign of bursting, or you will lose a heck of a lot of money, again..
So, you might ask, "W what will I do?" I'm going to the local casino to invest my heck of a lot of quarters ($20). For me, it's less stressful than the stock market, has about the same odds, but offers more fun!
So, I should be at The Dock within this hour.
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Well there have been a heck of a lot of people, who had a heck of a lot of money, invested in their retirement accounts. And a heck of a lot of those people lost a heck of a lot of their money. And there are a heck of a lot of people that have been forced from retirement to return to work (if they can find it). And there are a heck of a lot of people that can not retire as they had planned.
But, there are a heck of a lot of people that moved their investments from the stock market to liquid savings accounts, and those people still have a heck of a lot of money that they are itching to re-invest.
Interest rates have dropped very low, but the banks still refuse to make new loans. And because the banks now have too much money on hand, they pay those heck of a lot of people who have a heck of a lot of money in the back, next to nothing in interest.
One can not just sit on their heck of a lot of money and let it lose value to inflation. So, there are a heck of a lot of people lined up to jump back into the stock market. And as they do, the stocks will be driven up rise once again and a heck of a lot of people will make a heck of a lot of money.
But when nothing else but the sheer volume of stocks sales drives the price, the market becomes a bubble, and it will burst again. And that circle will go unbroken.
So, if you have a heck of a lot of money, and you put it into stocks again, be prepared to exit quickly. And exit well before the balloon shows a sign of bursting, or you will lose a heck of a lot of money, again..
So, you might ask, "W what will I do?" I'm going to the local casino to invest my heck of a lot of quarters ($20). For me, it's less stressful than the stock market, has about the same odds, but offers more fun!
So, I should be at The Dock within this hour.
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Thursday, April 16, 2009
Coffee, Tea, and Me.
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It's my blog and I want it to be "and me" instead what you say is the proper way "or Me?" in my title.
So, what's all the protests all about? I don't think the protesters themselves knew why they were there. Then you got some CNN bimbo shoving a microphone in some dummy's face while she fired tax statistics at him. He didn't know what to say because he didn't know why he was even there. She was as much as an activist as anyone there. What happened to just reporting the facts? Many showed up simply because they had no jobs and were tired of searching for one. Others thought it would be nice just be a part of some historic march against the government. Kinda like the marches led by MLK. Fox News set it all up very cleverly as an attack on Obamamamma and Nancy Pelosi thought that was unfair. But it was fine for her to hammer Bush and the Gop. Could you imagine being married to her?
Well, I prefer coffee anyway. Leave the tea for the Brits. And I'm all for hammering Obamamamma, but for the right things. Like apologizing for America's arrogance toward other countries, until he took over.
Like telling the middle east countries that my Country was not founded on Christianity.
Like overturning a law that prevented medical personnel from doing an abortion against their religious beliefs.
Like opening the door to cloning a human life, only to then kill it in order to extend the life of another.
Like agreeing to help France determine whether the United States conducted torture inappropriately, and place the then US Attorney General on trial for it. And all of a sudden we are to be friends with Iran, North Korea, China, Russia, and Cuba.
Like admitting that under his plan, 44% of Americans don't pay Federal taxes at all,so that the remaining 56% can carry them.
Like all of the past administrations were wrong, and only he has the answers?
He needs to sink his head for a long while at The Dock.
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It's my blog and I want it to be "and me" instead what you say is the proper way "or Me?" in my title.
So, what's all the protests all about? I don't think the protesters themselves knew why they were there. Then you got some CNN bimbo shoving a microphone in some dummy's face while she fired tax statistics at him. He didn't know what to say because he didn't know why he was even there. She was as much as an activist as anyone there. What happened to just reporting the facts? Many showed up simply because they had no jobs and were tired of searching for one. Others thought it would be nice just be a part of some historic march against the government. Kinda like the marches led by MLK. Fox News set it all up very cleverly as an attack on Obamamamma and Nancy Pelosi thought that was unfair. But it was fine for her to hammer Bush and the Gop. Could you imagine being married to her?
Well, I prefer coffee anyway. Leave the tea for the Brits. And I'm all for hammering Obamamamma, but for the right things. Like apologizing for America's arrogance toward other countries, until he took over.
Like telling the middle east countries that my Country was not founded on Christianity.
Like overturning a law that prevented medical personnel from doing an abortion against their religious beliefs.
Like opening the door to cloning a human life, only to then kill it in order to extend the life of another.
Like agreeing to help France determine whether the United States conducted torture inappropriately, and place the then US Attorney General on trial for it. And all of a sudden we are to be friends with Iran, North Korea, China, Russia, and Cuba.
Like admitting that under his plan, 44% of Americans don't pay Federal taxes at all,so that the remaining 56% can carry them.
Like all of the past administrations were wrong, and only he has the answers?
He needs to sink his head for a long while at The Dock.
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
All Men Are Created Equal
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Have you ever wondered why Thomas Jefferson chose those words for the opening of our Constitution? Things could have been much different had he thought a bit more about such a strong statement.
Ever since, men have been struggling to prove them better than the other. They knock each other out in a ring, compete to see who is the faster swimmer or runner, the highest jumper, the better golfer, the more brilliant chess player, or who can drink the most beer. The competition never ends.
Now, had it been written, "That all men are created beautiful," there would have been far fewer wars, competitions and hangovers. Because that is a finite statement and would not be argued among men.
Look at the world around you. Recently, right from the comfort of The Dock, I've observed ducks, geese, deer, and now today, a wild turkey. Now, I know that men have in the past consumed Wild Turkey while debating whether they were better than the other, but for me, watching that turkey drove the point home that men are beautiful. It's true and evident where ever you look.
But the wild turkey shows it best. Although the male Mallard duck, Canadian goose, Coastal Deer, or the Red Headed woodpecker, are much prettier than the female of the species, none show it better than the Wild turkey.
With his bright blue head held proudly above his plump body, his bright red feet strut in a perfectly timed cadence, while his female follows a few paces behind. And when those feathers spread, there is no doubt who is beautiful.
So call me a turkey if you want. There will me no fight though. No arguments. No competition. Because I am beautiful!
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Have you ever wondered why Thomas Jefferson chose those words for the opening of our Constitution? Things could have been much different had he thought a bit more about such a strong statement.
Ever since, men have been struggling to prove them better than the other. They knock each other out in a ring, compete to see who is the faster swimmer or runner, the highest jumper, the better golfer, the more brilliant chess player, or who can drink the most beer. The competition never ends.
Now, had it been written, "That all men are created beautiful," there would have been far fewer wars, competitions and hangovers. Because that is a finite statement and would not be argued among men.
Look at the world around you. Recently, right from the comfort of The Dock, I've observed ducks, geese, deer, and now today, a wild turkey. Now, I know that men have in the past consumed Wild Turkey while debating whether they were better than the other, but for me, watching that turkey drove the point home that men are beautiful. It's true and evident where ever you look.
But the wild turkey shows it best. Although the male Mallard duck, Canadian goose, Coastal Deer, or the Red Headed woodpecker, are much prettier than the female of the species, none show it better than the Wild turkey.
With his bright blue head held proudly above his plump body, his bright red feet strut in a perfectly timed cadence, while his female follows a few paces behind. And when those feathers spread, there is no doubt who is beautiful.
So call me a turkey if you want. There will me no fight though. No arguments. No competition. Because I am beautiful!
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Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Harley Harmony
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The Model Flhtcu, better known as the Harley Davidson Classic Ultraglide, has been cleaned, polished, and tuned. It's ready to ride and I'm ready to ride it. The weatherman says it will be clear and near 70 soon and will remain so through the weekend. I'm not waiting for the weekend. I'll ride tomorrow.
So many country roads to ride. The warm tan colored sands of the beach will quickly turn to green as I ride the back roads through the forrest pass into Eugene. Actually it's part business trip because I have to go to Lowes (yes one just opened here a few weeks ago) to measure the modular metal cabinets I'll use to build my workshop. Don't have the funds to buy them now, but with the measurements I can build around them, then slide them in on a Sumday.
No time for The Dock tomorrow. Ride on!!
The Model Flhtcu, better known as the Harley Davidson Classic Ultraglide, has been cleaned, polished, and tuned. It's ready to ride and I'm ready to ride it. The weatherman says it will be clear and near 70 soon and will remain so through the weekend. I'm not waiting for the weekend. I'll ride tomorrow.
So many country roads to ride. The warm tan colored sands of the beach will quickly turn to green as I ride the back roads through the forrest pass into Eugene. Actually it's part business trip because I have to go to Lowes (yes one just opened here a few weeks ago) to measure the modular metal cabinets I'll use to build my workshop. Don't have the funds to buy them now, but with the measurements I can build around them, then slide them in on a Sumday.
No time for The Dock tomorrow. Ride on!!
Monday, April 13, 2009
Why do the Math?
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From my limited knowledge of general math, I know that math is finite. One can not debate whether 2+2=4. One can only question whether the formula used derive the conclusion is correct, and that the calculations were performed accurately. Although I am amazed with math, I really prefer less finite subjects. So, why do the math?
I've been a paid investigator for 87% of my adult life (check the math). And I am a skeptic. Now, I've learned that some things people testify to are fact, other things are lies, and some (most) are a perception (Point of View).
Most of the time, I never saw the incident occur. And, even if I did, I know what I saw could still be my perception. So, in an effort to determine what really happened, I had to do the math to determine the weight and credibility of the witnesses account. Then I would compare the accounts to one another and consider the evidence before making my conclusion. And then, a jury would do their math by studying my methods to come to their conclusion.
A seemingly credible witnesses statement that he/she looked through a window to see the act occur could be proved a fact, perception, or even a lie by doing the math. You assess the validity by asking the time of day, lighting conditions, whether he wore glasses, and visiting the area to determine whether the window offered an unobstructed view of the incident.
So you ask, "What is your point with this?"
I am the author of this blog, and I love to promote debate. I write only what I believe to be fact, but admit some of what I write could be perception. I have never written anything that I know to be a lie. My writings are designed to make you think, and to create dialogue.
As an example, if I describe an incident that occurred 53 years ago, and you are but 50 years old, then it should be obvious why you can't remember things the way I do. But you can still form a conclusion by doing the math. If you were there, ask yourself how could it be that our perspectives differ. Consider the evidence, my credibility, and anyone else's perspective. If you were not there, ask others who were. Consider any evidence present, and then come to your conclusion.
Discussions are healthy. Bring your conclusions to the Dock for discussion, but please do your math first. This Dock is for more than just fishing.
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From my limited knowledge of general math, I know that math is finite. One can not debate whether 2+2=4. One can only question whether the formula used derive the conclusion is correct, and that the calculations were performed accurately. Although I am amazed with math, I really prefer less finite subjects. So, why do the math?
I've been a paid investigator for 87% of my adult life (check the math). And I am a skeptic. Now, I've learned that some things people testify to are fact, other things are lies, and some (most) are a perception (Point of View).
Most of the time, I never saw the incident occur. And, even if I did, I know what I saw could still be my perception. So, in an effort to determine what really happened, I had to do the math to determine the weight and credibility of the witnesses account. Then I would compare the accounts to one another and consider the evidence before making my conclusion. And then, a jury would do their math by studying my methods to come to their conclusion.
A seemingly credible witnesses statement that he/she looked through a window to see the act occur could be proved a fact, perception, or even a lie by doing the math. You assess the validity by asking the time of day, lighting conditions, whether he wore glasses, and visiting the area to determine whether the window offered an unobstructed view of the incident.
So you ask, "What is your point with this?"
I am the author of this blog, and I love to promote debate. I write only what I believe to be fact, but admit some of what I write could be perception. I have never written anything that I know to be a lie. My writings are designed to make you think, and to create dialogue.
As an example, if I describe an incident that occurred 53 years ago, and you are but 50 years old, then it should be obvious why you can't remember things the way I do. But you can still form a conclusion by doing the math. If you were there, ask yourself how could it be that our perspectives differ. Consider the evidence, my credibility, and anyone else's perspective. If you were not there, ask others who were. Consider any evidence present, and then come to your conclusion.
Discussions are healthy. Bring your conclusions to the Dock for discussion, but please do your math first. This Dock is for more than just fishing.
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Easter Memories
In Those Days, Easter was a very special time for me. It was Spring and always seemed to be the most beautiful day of the year. It was my Mother's favorite day as well. Every year she made my sisters a new lacy pastel colored dress, and the boys usually got a new shirt or shoes, and a fresh haircut. My Mom would sometimes get a new bonnet, which made her the most beautiful person in my eyes.
We would awake early to search for our very own Easter Basket, and then search for colored eggs to fill the baskets. I was the eldest sibling at home during that time, so naturally I found the most eggs. It was hard to give them up to the youngers as Mom insisted. So they got the ugliest eggs from my find, unless I had found the egg with their name on it.
When I was about 11 or so, after questioning the Easter Bunny's existence for a few years, I announced to Mom that he was just a fake, because I knew that a rabbit could not lay eggs, let alone colored ones. Her response, "Those that don't believe, won't receive," rings in my ears even today. Because that year, I didn't get a basket, and had no where to put the eggs that I found. I cried until the afternoon of that Easter, when Mom called me to the kitchen, where while fixing dinner, she found a basket hidden in the oven. It was mine!!
Then it was off to church where the months of my mother's work paid off for her. She paraded us all in front of everyone. I absolutely hated people pinching my cheeks, and telling me how handsome my bow tie made me look. She was so proud of her children. And then, to a parade if one was held nearby.
Those Easter traditions carried though to my family. Mom tried hard to make each of my daughters a dress, and I bought their Mom a new bonnet, that she never wore. And the family Easter traditions continued, except for that bonnet, which remained in its case, on a shelf in the closet, to make me wonder whether she would wear it the following year. From the beginning, she said she would never wear it because she didn't like it, but I always thought it was as beautiful as the ones my mom wore. Perhaps that was the reason.
Enjoy your Easter in your way. No more baskets, bunnies, or bonnets for me (I'll miss the deviled eggs). We'll praise the Lord in our way, and watch as others celebrate their way. It's all good if you include the Lord in your life.
We would awake early to search for our very own Easter Basket, and then search for colored eggs to fill the baskets. I was the eldest sibling at home during that time, so naturally I found the most eggs. It was hard to give them up to the youngers as Mom insisted. So they got the ugliest eggs from my find, unless I had found the egg with their name on it.
When I was about 11 or so, after questioning the Easter Bunny's existence for a few years, I announced to Mom that he was just a fake, because I knew that a rabbit could not lay eggs, let alone colored ones. Her response, "Those that don't believe, won't receive," rings in my ears even today. Because that year, I didn't get a basket, and had no where to put the eggs that I found. I cried until the afternoon of that Easter, when Mom called me to the kitchen, where while fixing dinner, she found a basket hidden in the oven. It was mine!!
Then it was off to church where the months of my mother's work paid off for her. She paraded us all in front of everyone. I absolutely hated people pinching my cheeks, and telling me how handsome my bow tie made me look. She was so proud of her children. And then, to a parade if one was held nearby.
Those Easter traditions carried though to my family. Mom tried hard to make each of my daughters a dress, and I bought their Mom a new bonnet, that she never wore. And the family Easter traditions continued, except for that bonnet, which remained in its case, on a shelf in the closet, to make me wonder whether she would wear it the following year. From the beginning, she said she would never wear it because she didn't like it, but I always thought it was as beautiful as the ones my mom wore. Perhaps that was the reason.
Enjoy your Easter in your way. No more baskets, bunnies, or bonnets for me (I'll miss the deviled eggs). We'll praise the Lord in our way, and watch as others celebrate their way. It's all good if you include the Lord in your life.
Friday, April 10, 2009
The Intervention
During the last week of August 2008, my wife and I visited Colorado. Since our eldest daughter-in-law had just spent a week or so with us in Oregon, we chose to stay with our eldest daughter for our Colorado visit. As it turned out, our eldest daughter in law joined in on the fun and stay several days with us at our daughter's house.
It was during that visit, that I was asked to pose for a photo with my grand kids. I thought that was a bit odd (just me and the grand kids), because the grand kid's grandmother, and the grand kid's mothers were also present. So, the picture was taken, and it turned out really nice.
Let me back up a bit. For those of you that don't know, I started smoking when I was about 15, and have smoked for 35 of the last 40 years (I did quit for five years about 15 years ago). Each time I went for a physical, my lungs checked clear, which for me, served as an incentive to continue on. I've always enjoyed smoking, except for the times I've burnt my self, my clothing, or my furniture.
Now I have also been aware that my eldest grand daughter has been praying every day for the past 5 years, that I stop smoking, although she has never mentioned it to me. And my eldest grand son entered a anti-smoking poster contest, and his entry was subsequently selected to become part of a published calender.
Then on October 1, 2008, I get this package in the mail. In it was the a framed photograph taken with my grand children. And attached to it was a caption asking me to extend my life with them by quitting smoking. And included in the package were handwritten notes from my daughter, my daughter-in-law, and each of the grand children. My wife then placed the photo inside the new house, where at that time, I worked on it most every hour I could.
I have to admit that the photograph and letters brought tears to my eyes, but it also really pissed me off. But an intervention is designed to shock the conscience of the subject. I know that because I've orchestrated one my self in the past.
Not a night did pass that I didn't think about the photo and the letters. Every day for 92 days. Then on New Year's Day, I made the effort. I slipped on Day 3 when I found a pack of smokes that I forgot to smoke, so I smoked them over a period of 3 days. Now, it's been 93 smoke free days.
So, thank you guys for doing The Intervention, and thank you everyone else who have been supportive of my efforts to quit.
I'm well on my way to recovery now, but I must admit, a smoke and a cup of coffee at the Dock seems like a good idea right now. I'll just say, "No. No. No."
It was during that visit, that I was asked to pose for a photo with my grand kids. I thought that was a bit odd (just me and the grand kids), because the grand kid's grandmother, and the grand kid's mothers were also present. So, the picture was taken, and it turned out really nice.
Let me back up a bit. For those of you that don't know, I started smoking when I was about 15, and have smoked for 35 of the last 40 years (I did quit for five years about 15 years ago). Each time I went for a physical, my lungs checked clear, which for me, served as an incentive to continue on. I've always enjoyed smoking, except for the times I've burnt my self, my clothing, or my furniture.
Now I have also been aware that my eldest grand daughter has been praying every day for the past 5 years, that I stop smoking, although she has never mentioned it to me. And my eldest grand son entered a anti-smoking poster contest, and his entry was subsequently selected to become part of a published calender.
Then on October 1, 2008, I get this package in the mail. In it was the a framed photograph taken with my grand children. And attached to it was a caption asking me to extend my life with them by quitting smoking. And included in the package were handwritten notes from my daughter, my daughter-in-law, and each of the grand children. My wife then placed the photo inside the new house, where at that time, I worked on it most every hour I could.
I have to admit that the photograph and letters brought tears to my eyes, but it also really pissed me off. But an intervention is designed to shock the conscience of the subject. I know that because I've orchestrated one my self in the past.
Not a night did pass that I didn't think about the photo and the letters. Every day for 92 days. Then on New Year's Day, I made the effort. I slipped on Day 3 when I found a pack of smokes that I forgot to smoke, so I smoked them over a period of 3 days. Now, it's been 93 smoke free days.
So, thank you guys for doing The Intervention, and thank you everyone else who have been supportive of my efforts to quit.
I'm well on my way to recovery now, but I must admit, a smoke and a cup of coffee at the Dock seems like a good idea right now. I'll just say, "No. No. No."
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Finally a Final
Woo Hoo! Yahoo! Cool! Rad! Mad! Fab! Bitchin'! Groovy! Chillin'! Grillin'! Wow! These are just a few of the words that popped into my head yesterday as the County inspector drove away from our new home.
Our home is done as far as he is concerned. Everything that is required by the local building code has been satisfied. So Finally he gave us a Final inspection.
Actually the home is not finished completely. But really, does that ever happen? Seems not. For me there seems to always be a new project, even when I've been in the same place for lots of years.
Structurally and mechanically it is done. But there is still lots of finish stuff to do, like vanity mirrors, sliding closet doors, a linen cabinet, in the master bath, and an upper cabinet in the laundry room, some shelving, and the workshop benches and stuff. We still need to unpack fully, and get some more furniture for each of the bedrooms, dining, and living room (just about the whole house).
And that is why I'm jazzed to Finally get a Final. With that, we will try to get a home loan to finish things off. Our lack of money has been the big holdup in progress for the last few months.
But it will get done. Today is a rainy day, so I think I'll just think about what I have to do next.
Our home is done as far as he is concerned. Everything that is required by the local building code has been satisfied. So Finally he gave us a Final inspection.
Actually the home is not finished completely. But really, does that ever happen? Seems not. For me there seems to always be a new project, even when I've been in the same place for lots of years.
Structurally and mechanically it is done. But there is still lots of finish stuff to do, like vanity mirrors, sliding closet doors, a linen cabinet, in the master bath, and an upper cabinet in the laundry room, some shelving, and the workshop benches and stuff. We still need to unpack fully, and get some more furniture for each of the bedrooms, dining, and living room (just about the whole house).
And that is why I'm jazzed to Finally get a Final. With that, we will try to get a home loan to finish things off. Our lack of money has been the big holdup in progress for the last few months.
But it will get done. Today is a rainy day, so I think I'll just think about what I have to do next.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
That Old Fisherman
Across the Lake from the Dock is another dock that serves a group of six homes. Those homes appear to be owned by snowbirds because no one lives in them during the winter. Well, now they are returning, and one is that old fisherman that I spoke about yesterday.
I like watching people, and I'm watching him as we speak. The dock from which he fishes, is newer, better, and longer, than the Dock. I dream of rebuilding the Dock like the other dock.
Here's what I find odd..... After arriving at his dock, he sets up his combination chair/tackle box (almost like the one I got for my birthday) at the dock, near the shore. The fisherman then carries his fishing rod out to the end of his dock, which extends about 40 feet into the Lake. Then, he casts his line even deeper toward the center of the Lake. That part makes sense..
But after casting his line, he makes slack in the line as he walks back to his combination chair/tackle box where he sits quietly waiting for the big one. What I don't understand is why he just doesn't sit and wait for the big one at the end of his dock. The water is calm, not very deep, and the dock has a railing. Yesterday, he spent 4 hours fishing in the morning, must have taken a nap, and then returned for a few more hours in the evening. I have yet to see him reel one in.
But then again, I've sat for hours at the Dock and did absolutely nothing. He must also be retired.
I like watching people, and I'm watching him as we speak. The dock from which he fishes, is newer, better, and longer, than the Dock. I dream of rebuilding the Dock like the other dock.
Here's what I find odd..... After arriving at his dock, he sets up his combination chair/tackle box (almost like the one I got for my birthday) at the dock, near the shore. The fisherman then carries his fishing rod out to the end of his dock, which extends about 40 feet into the Lake. Then, he casts his line even deeper toward the center of the Lake. That part makes sense..
But after casting his line, he makes slack in the line as he walks back to his combination chair/tackle box where he sits quietly waiting for the big one. What I don't understand is why he just doesn't sit and wait for the big one at the end of his dock. The water is calm, not very deep, and the dock has a railing. Yesterday, he spent 4 hours fishing in the morning, must have taken a nap, and then returned for a few more hours in the evening. I have yet to see him reel one in.
But then again, I've sat for hours at the Dock and did absolutely nothing. He must also be retired.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Do You Know That Feeling?
Now, if you have just gotten home from work you'll know what I mean. That feeling when all the kids greet you at the door, and the pets are wagging their tails at your feet, and the smell of the home cooked meal that soon will be served, and that soft kiss from your spouse, and time to wind down from a busy day with a glass of wine. Do you know that feeling?
Well, that's the feeling I've had ever since we moved into our home. These last few days were really like that. Fresh pancakes with blueberries for breakfast. Burning some downed trees, and I mean logs, kinda like a beach bonfire. It was an all dayer, but so relaxing watching it burn from the Dock. A spring tune up of my bicycle (only because my Harley wouldn't start), and a few other small chores, but only those that I wanted to do, and then dinner out with my wife and friends. Today, I've watched an old man fishing on the dock across the lake. I don't think he's caught anything, but I'm sure he feels much like I. He reminds me of my daughter's grand father. And now, there is a made from scratch chocolate chip cake coming out of the oven!
There is nothing like retirement. It's kinda like coming home from work, but it never starts and it never ends. I hope those that haven't all ready, get the chance to know that feeling someday themselves.
So, what will today be like, you ask? I really don't know. Probably much like yesterday, and kind of like tomorrow, I spoze. What day is it anyway? Rockin' at the Dock..
Well, that's the feeling I've had ever since we moved into our home. These last few days were really like that. Fresh pancakes with blueberries for breakfast. Burning some downed trees, and I mean logs, kinda like a beach bonfire. It was an all dayer, but so relaxing watching it burn from the Dock. A spring tune up of my bicycle (only because my Harley wouldn't start), and a few other small chores, but only those that I wanted to do, and then dinner out with my wife and friends. Today, I've watched an old man fishing on the dock across the lake. I don't think he's caught anything, but I'm sure he feels much like I. He reminds me of my daughter's grand father. And now, there is a made from scratch chocolate chip cake coming out of the oven!
There is nothing like retirement. It's kinda like coming home from work, but it never starts and it never ends. I hope those that haven't all ready, get the chance to know that feeling someday themselves.
So, what will today be like, you ask? I really don't know. Probably much like yesterday, and kind of like tomorrow, I spoze. What day is it anyway? Rockin' at the Dock..
Lotsas Lisas
Not since junior high school, have I become friends with anyone named Lisa. Until recently.
Soon after arriving in this coastal town, my wife me Lisa G. They hit it off, and before long, we were doing things as couples. Lisa led us to church, which has been a blessing. We've have dined out together, camped out together, rode Harleys together, played games together, shared Christmas and Thanksgivings together, and laughed together. Some of my Followers have all ready met Lisa G. and the rest of you will too when you visit the Dock.
Lisa N's father lived in the house across the street from us. After his passing two years ago, Lisa and her family began sharing the summer months at the house. More recently, she has been using it as a get-a-way from the city. She bought a duck spotter's book and spends time trying to identify the various species of ducks on the Lake. She has 7 cats and two dogs, so my wife invited her to visit the Humane Society in town. She loved it, especially the cattery. It's nice to have neighbors once in a while.
Most recently, we met Lisa O. while redeeming freebee coupons at the local casino. She, somehow, recognized my last name when her husband spoke about me some 25 years ago. Although we had never met before, she remembered that I once worked with her husband in SoCal. He left the jobs many years ago. We had breakfast together, and I'm sure that they will also make good friends.
You all know, I am a loner. I could be perfectly happy lazing on the Dock, or building stuff, or exploring things all by myself. These Lisas encourage me to do stuff with others, which I have learned I actually like. And they have led us to meet even more friends, which I have learned we actually need. Thank you Lisas!
And now I'm going to the Dock, by myself.
Soon after arriving in this coastal town, my wife me Lisa G. They hit it off, and before long, we were doing things as couples. Lisa led us to church, which has been a blessing. We've have dined out together, camped out together, rode Harleys together, played games together, shared Christmas and Thanksgivings together, and laughed together. Some of my Followers have all ready met Lisa G. and the rest of you will too when you visit the Dock.
Lisa N's father lived in the house across the street from us. After his passing two years ago, Lisa and her family began sharing the summer months at the house. More recently, she has been using it as a get-a-way from the city. She bought a duck spotter's book and spends time trying to identify the various species of ducks on the Lake. She has 7 cats and two dogs, so my wife invited her to visit the Humane Society in town. She loved it, especially the cattery. It's nice to have neighbors once in a while.
Most recently, we met Lisa O. while redeeming freebee coupons at the local casino. She, somehow, recognized my last name when her husband spoke about me some 25 years ago. Although we had never met before, she remembered that I once worked with her husband in SoCal. He left the jobs many years ago. We had breakfast together, and I'm sure that they will also make good friends.
You all know, I am a loner. I could be perfectly happy lazing on the Dock, or building stuff, or exploring things all by myself. These Lisas encourage me to do stuff with others, which I have learned I actually like. And they have led us to meet even more friends, which I have learned we actually need. Thank you Lisas!
And now I'm going to the Dock, by myself.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
In Just a Very Short Time
Uh Oh..... You Know...
In just a very short time, I have gone from just reading other persons blogs, to other persons writing about me in their blogs. Some Followers even go so far as to ask me to blog more often. I think they urn for my wisdom.
Now, I really can't attest to the number of other people writing about me because for me to get that account, I'd have to read millions of other blogs to see who wrote about me. And that would take away my time to blog, and starve my readers, including you, from receiving my wisdom.
Now, I do know of one particular Follower who has asked for more. And, I know where there is one, there are more. So, that puts me in parity with President Obama's popularity.
As a side note, I tossed and turned all last night. Not only because my wife had a return of her dreadful whooping cough, but because of what I had written in yesterday's blog. At issue, was whether I should apologize or retract my opinions due to the risk of offending someone? Absolutely not. People love smut. Now maybe I'll lose Obama from my fan base, but I'll gain many more in return, simply by speaking true.
Speaking of Truth... I'm off to church, but I'll be back at the Dock soon..
In just a very short time, I have gone from just reading other persons blogs, to other persons writing about me in their blogs. Some Followers even go so far as to ask me to blog more often. I think they urn for my wisdom.
Now, I really can't attest to the number of other people writing about me because for me to get that account, I'd have to read millions of other blogs to see who wrote about me. And that would take away my time to blog, and starve my readers, including you, from receiving my wisdom.
Now, I do know of one particular Follower who has asked for more. And, I know where there is one, there are more. So, that puts me in parity with President Obama's popularity.
As a side note, I tossed and turned all last night. Not only because my wife had a return of her dreadful whooping cough, but because of what I had written in yesterday's blog. At issue, was whether I should apologize or retract my opinions due to the risk of offending someone? Absolutely not. People love smut. Now maybe I'll lose Obama from my fan base, but I'll gain many more in return, simply by speaking true.
Speaking of Truth... I'm off to church, but I'll be back at the Dock soon..
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Here We Go!
Thanks to you that took part in my poll. From it, I was able to verify that what I had suspected, was true. I have many thousands of readers, but only about 5 or so true Followers. Just like I thought, my numbers are close to that of our President's.
Speaking of Obama, I found a most interesting article in the news. Although his name was never mentioned, his influence was everywhere. Here are some of the highlights, but you can actually read it for yourself here: http://theroot.com/views/even-further-behind-joneses?GT1=38002
My responses are in Italics.
For every dollar of wealth owned by the typical white family, the African American family has only one thin dime. That makes sense because only 10 percent of Blacks actually work for their wealth. The statistics likely do not include wealth derived by stealing, selling dope, or committing welfare frauds.
At a two-day conference called the Color of Wealth summit, it was stressed that our future depends on the inclusion of all Americans in opportunities to build wealth. Obama himself must have picked the name for the summit.
The biggest predictor of the future economic status of a child is the net worth of the child’s parents. Historically, white families have enjoyed more government support and tax-paid subsidies than Blacks. Really? How did the summit conclude that? Pass along the bong and see what else they conclude. But, if true, my children might become wealthy.
For example, in home ownership, during the Depression, the Home Owners’ Loan Corporation was formed to rescue families whose homes were in foreclosure. Not a single loan went to a family of color. That's because Blacks didn't own homes in the first place.
After World War II, of the 67,000 mortgages issued under the GI Bill, 66,900 went to white veterans. And today, White families are five times as likely as a family of color to have a bank account. I would think that to get a mortgage or a bank account, one would have to earn sufficient assets by working. I'm sure that home purchases obtained through narcotic sales are not included in the summit's findings.
Rules in our tax code have strengthened the hand of those who already have assets. You can get a tax deduction for the interest paid on home mortgages. But if you own a home and make too little to itemize, the Home Mortgage Interest Deduction does not help you at all. So, how is this disparity, as it seems to imply? It equally applies to all. There really are some White home owners that can't claim the deduction, namely me!
We need a Financial Product Safety Commission, to act against discriminatory lending policies. We need to revise the mortgage interest deduction so low-income homeowners (Black) are able to benefit. And mandating that new schools, transportation and commercial projects, be located only in areas with racially inclusive zoning policies (Black) would do much to create and grow neighborhoods of opportunity (Black).
Building wealth is essential to the American promise of opportunity regardless of the accident of one’s birth. And a disproportionate number of Black births are by accidents.
It’s time to start an honest game with a new deck. All of our futures depend on it. The Insight Center for Community Economic Development in Oakland, Calif. organized the Color of Wealth 2009 Policy Summit, held in Washington on March 23 and 24.
I've walked so far to see that my children (at least one of which was planned) can receive my wealth, which was passed to me by my wealthy father, and his wealthy immigrant father. I now only need to sit on the Dock and cool those aching feet in the Lake for a bit.
Speaking of Obama, I found a most interesting article in the news. Although his name was never mentioned, his influence was everywhere. Here are some of the highlights, but you can actually read it for yourself here: http://theroot.com/views/even-further-behind-joneses?GT1=38002
My responses are in Italics.
For every dollar of wealth owned by the typical white family, the African American family has only one thin dime. That makes sense because only 10 percent of Blacks actually work for their wealth. The statistics likely do not include wealth derived by stealing, selling dope, or committing welfare frauds.
At a two-day conference called the Color of Wealth summit, it was stressed that our future depends on the inclusion of all Americans in opportunities to build wealth. Obama himself must have picked the name for the summit.
The biggest predictor of the future economic status of a child is the net worth of the child’s parents. Historically, white families have enjoyed more government support and tax-paid subsidies than Blacks. Really? How did the summit conclude that? Pass along the bong and see what else they conclude. But, if true, my children might become wealthy.
For example, in home ownership, during the Depression, the Home Owners’ Loan Corporation was formed to rescue families whose homes were in foreclosure. Not a single loan went to a family of color. That's because Blacks didn't own homes in the first place.
After World War II, of the 67,000 mortgages issued under the GI Bill, 66,900 went to white veterans. And today, White families are five times as likely as a family of color to have a bank account. I would think that to get a mortgage or a bank account, one would have to earn sufficient assets by working. I'm sure that home purchases obtained through narcotic sales are not included in the summit's findings.
Rules in our tax code have strengthened the hand of those who already have assets. You can get a tax deduction for the interest paid on home mortgages. But if you own a home and make too little to itemize, the Home Mortgage Interest Deduction does not help you at all. So, how is this disparity, as it seems to imply? It equally applies to all. There really are some White home owners that can't claim the deduction, namely me!
We need a Financial Product Safety Commission, to act against discriminatory lending policies. We need to revise the mortgage interest deduction so low-income homeowners (Black) are able to benefit. And mandating that new schools, transportation and commercial projects, be located only in areas with racially inclusive zoning policies (Black) would do much to create and grow neighborhoods of opportunity (Black).
Building wealth is essential to the American promise of opportunity regardless of the accident of one’s birth. And a disproportionate number of Black births are by accidents.
It’s time to start an honest game with a new deck. All of our futures depend on it. The Insight Center for Community Economic Development in Oakland, Calif. organized the Color of Wealth 2009 Policy Summit, held in Washington on March 23 and 24.
I've walked so far to see that my children (at least one of which was planned) can receive my wealth, which was passed to me by my wealthy father, and his wealthy immigrant father. I now only need to sit on the Dock and cool those aching feet in the Lake for a bit.
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