No Trespassing

This brings up a question - what about BEFORE 9:00 PM, can we trespass?

Construction Worker Bounty

My wife and I traveled to Kansas City, Missouri today to attend a Seminar for Credit Unions. Just as we passed into Missouri from Iowa we saw the "dreaded orange cones" announcing road construction. There were the typical signs, "Slow Down", "Speed Limit 55 MPH", and "Fines Double in Construction Zones".

One sign however caught my eye, as I have never seen it before. It read, "Slow Down - $10,000 fine, AND you lose your license if you hit a construction worker."

Sounds like a bounty on highway workers..., and, what happens if the worker has reached the end of his rope and throws himself in front of a vehicle? Who pays the fine? Is it shared?

No Bull

We went to the Minnesota State Fair with my Step-Son, Daughter-In-Law, Wife, 2 daughters, 2 son-in-laws, and 4 of our 6 Grandkids. The Fair was great (I'll say better than the Iowa State Fair). We had a good time, visited the exhibits, ate the food, people watched and had a great time overall. I fullfilled my mission of getting a Yard Stick from every Fair I attend (Don't ask). We missed all of the storms - and missed the running of the bulls.

A day before we attended a bull had escaped and was charging hotdog stands, people, and was getting ready to charge a little girl, - when, he noticed a fire hydrant. He took off full speed (all 1200 lbs of him) and charged the hydrant. He hit the soft spot on his head and died instantly - no kidding (or should I say no bull) - seriously - he killed himself. There was a picture in the paper of him being hauled away. I was disappointed that there wasn't a chalk outline on the ground in the shape of a bull. I think they missed a chance for some good humor!!

Pink Lemonade

We went out for an evening meal with our son Stephen and his wife Cheri whom we were visiting in Iowa City and ate at an outdoor restaurant. The waitress asked what I wanted to drink and I replied lemonade, regular. She disappeared and about a minute later she tapped me on the shoulder and said, "All we have is Pink Lemonade, is that ok?" I said sure - a few minutes later she delivered the Pink Lemondae - in a red glass. Who could tell what color it was? Oh well...

Fanny Alarm

I went to visit my mother last week in the nursing home - her 92nd birthday. She has been falling alot lately so the staff of the nursing home put her on a "fanny alarm" - when she stands up a nasty "beep beep beep" goes off. Kind of like the sound of a big truck backing up. This noise alerts the staff that she's now mobile and they should watch for her.

I was relating this story to my youngest daughter who is a nurse in a hospital and she related that her unit got to test some, "new fanny alarms". Side note: I call them "fanny alarms, but they are called Tab Alarms."

One of the alarms played supercalifragilisticexpialidosous - which no one liked because everyone ended up with the song in their head. Another alarm utilized the recorded voice of a loved one. When the patient would get up, the alarm would say, "Dad, this is Stephanie, please sit down."

The fisrt time it was used "Dad" turned around quick to see his daughter (the voice) and fell right on his butt. So much for modern technology. The standard annoying beep won the day.

Iowa Falls, Iowa

Sometimes it's easier to post photos than to write - today is one of those days.
Visit my photos on Google http://picasaweb.google.com/rallenhill.

My Waterloo Days Parade

Grand Central

I'm playing around with Grand central where one number can be used to call me and all of my phones will ring. I added a call button here to my website. Give it a try. I don't know if I'll be able to answer, but leave me a voice mail if I don't...

I've given this a try and since I received no calls - i'll cancel the number. It sounds like a good idea, but since it's a long distance number - I'll pass.

Memorial Day 2007 Waterloo, Iowa

Farmers Market

I think they should have changed the sign to "Farmer" Market...
Perhaps everyone else was in the fields...

Lola Takes A Walk

Lola Takes A Walk -

We can also say that, ..."no good deed goes unpunished." My youngest daughter agreed to dog sit a bulldog of one of her friends. The dog was cute and cuddly. As I understand it, Lola is 80 lbs+, but thinks she is a lap dog. My daughter and her husband also have a cat, "Patches" , a small poodle "Hanna" and a Sheltie collie, "Buster." Quite the menagerie. At this point I don't think there are any fish, but...

Lola had a habit of getting a little friendly with Buster, and Buster didn't like that at all, so Buster got to go live at the farm for the week. Also, since Lola was looking at Hanna like she was a French fry, she also got to go live at the farm. Poor Patches had no place to go and was put in the basement for the duration.

It seems that midweek Lola became bored and decided she needed to take a "walk about." Since she is 80 lbs she had no problem breaking the chain that she she was tied to and escaped from the back yard. She was eventually apprehended by the doggie police and taken to doggie jail.

Bail for Lola was $60.00. Good news is that everyone is home where they belong. Lola went home, Buster and Hannah came home, and Patches got out of the basement so he could pester the dogs.

Shhh - Don't Tell Anyone!!

I went shopping with my wife this evening and midway during the shopping I had a need to find a restroom. We were in a familiar department store and I thought I knew where the restrooms were. I typically have used the restroom on the 1st floor of the department store, and we were on the 2nd floor, so I had to hunt around a bit. I found the restroom and went in to do my business.

As I went in the door my first thought was, "Where are the urinals?" My second thought was, "This is a pretty nice men's Room with a sitting area and large mirrors..." Then my 3rd thought hit me, "I don't think this is the men's room."

I turned around and left and as I opened the door I saw the sign on the other side of the hall...Men's Room. The architect had "reversed" the location from the 1st floor - Oh well - I was fortunate that there was no one in the ladies room, so no one knows...shhhhh.

As long as I'm talking about "restrooms" I need to relate a story about my mother. She was visiting with us when we lived in New Orleans, and while we were at the airport picking them up she had to use the restroom after her long flight from Iowa. She came out of the restroom and announced (so all could hear within a 100 yard radius), "George, you have to go to the bathroom, it does everything for you; the toilet flushes by itself, the water starts all by itself, and the hand dryer starts all by itself. All you have to do is your business. Come try it"

She really enjoyed that restroom and talked about it for days...

God Bless Fire Ants

I spent 30 years in the Navy. As organizations go the Navy is really hung up on physical fitness and health. Try as I might, I really could never find a reason to argue about being healthy. Argue? You can’t argue with the Navy. The Navy insisted on “minimum” standards, weight, height, percent body fat. You had to do so many push-ups, so many sit-ups, do a run/walk. All of which were designed to give you a full body workout. In my younger years I was able to do the minimum sit-ups and push-ups, but that run, just killed me. For years I just barely managed to finish the run in my allotted time. I had been a smoker since I was 14 and running just didn’t cut it for me.

One particular year I was struggling with completing the run. I generally practiced about a week or two before the test was to be given. On the date of the test, the command had decided to use a new track. Since I was in the second group of runners, I had the opportunity to observe the other runners as they completed their run. I quickly noticed that everyone was adding 1 to 2 minutes to their previous time. Come to find out the previous Commander hated to run as much as I did and he had set up the old course ½ mile short. At any rate, I got scared because I didn’t have a minute to spare. So…since the Navy gave us a choice to do the run or do a swim, I chose, at the last minute to do the swim. You need to understand the run, was a run WALK…meaning all you had to do is get to the finish line under your designated time. When I tried the swim I discovered that walking does not work.

I failed the Physical Readiness Test, a major blow to anyone who wanted to advance, and at the time for 3 successive failures people were being put out of the Navy. I took up jogging with an increased vigor. That’s being too generous, the Navy put me on remedial training (every morning at 6:00 AM) (why does the Navy do every thing at 6 AM) we did a work out to include a mile and a half run. I was a reluctant jogger and did not (and still don’t) understand how anyone could do this for fun, but I was not going to lose my career. I subsequently passed the next Physical Readiness Test, which took me off the remedial track, but I continued to work out, because it was easier to do the tests. I managed to run and still smoke.

After I was taken off the remedial training I was jogging in Louisiana to maintain my physical condition and trouble happened. You need to understand the weather in Louisiana...its 90 degrees with 90% humidity. As a matter of fact they fly flags when it’s safe or not safe to have outdoor physical activity. When a black flag flies you are to stay in doors. One evening (my theory was that it was somewhat cooler in the evening) I went out to jog. But…it had been a black flag day. I had been running a route through my neighborhood that took me about 2 miles and 15 to 20 minutes to complete. Towards the end of my run I decided to sprint that last portion and shortly after I started sprinting I experienced pressure in my chest, light-headedness, and profuse sweating. I wanted to lie down in the worst way, but since I was having difficulty seeing I didn’t want to chance lying down on a fire-ant hill (a common nasty creature found in the South). I struggled to get home. I was convinced that I was having a heat stroke and that once I was cooled down I would be ok. According to my wife I was gray by the time I arrived home; she wanted to call 911, but I wouldn’t let her. She called our neighbor who was an EMT and she called 911.

I was at the hospital in 30 minutes and received a “cocktail” of clot busting drugs, which returned the blood flow to my heart. I ended up having heart surgery 6 months later, and 1 week after an angioplasty I was out jogging again, because I had a Physical Readiness test approaching and I was not going to fail. And, I had quit smoking…but that is a subject of another story.

I am thankful for fire ants – because of them I did not lie down and die. I made it home and here I am...thanks little buddies...

The Easter Bunny

I have two Easter Stories to share:

My wife and I were shopping at Target for groceries and Easter stuff and saw the chocolate bunny pictured above - the expression of the eyes made me laugh out loud - it's like they're saying, "You want to eat what?" I had to buy the bunny to take his picture.

Story number two: My grandson was shopping with grandma for materials to dye easter eggs and he found some Star Wars decorations for the eggs. Grandma said, "No. Star Wars is too violent for Easter.

With urgency, he pleaded, "But, grandma, Easter is about crucifixtion and that's pretty violent."

Grandma had to think about that a second, "You're right, the cruicifixtion was pretty violent, but no Star Wars on Easter eggs..."

Kids can be pretty perceptive...

On the Way to Boot Camp

I've been goring through some old letters and ran across a postcard I sent to my folks in 1971. I was leaving Des Moines, Iowa on my way to San Diego, California and the beginning of a 30 year Naval Career. It was also my first flight. Click on the image to make it bigger [and easier to read].

The gentleman I ran into in the airport was from my home town and he was the last friendly face I saw before arriving at Boot camp where the Company Commanders began yelling and screaming at us. I was joining the Navy under duress and Mr. Southerly made me feel better about joining the Navy. I have recently renewed an old friendship with his daughter, a high school classmate of mine, and shared the postcard with her. She told me it made her teary - didn't mean to do that, but did want to share a memory I had of her father. It's been 36 years since I met him in the airport. It must have been weird for my friend hearing a memory of her father come out of nowhere.

Question

I wonder: Why is it that it is "webpage" (singular) but "web pages" [with the space] when it's plural?

A Postive Attitude

"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort."
-- Herm Albright

Pain in the Legs

I have had leg pains for years which have caused me to lose sleep. About 6 months ago I couldn’t take the pain anymore so I finally visited my doctor. He diagnosed me with “Restless Legs Syndrome.” What...? What is Restless Leg Syndrome – your legs suddenly, without warning, want to take a walk? No, but, it’s a real diagnosis and a real pain.

People with Restless Legs Syndrome feel a compelling urge to move their legs, usually accompanied by uncomfortable leg sensations. People often describe these as creepy-crawly, tingling, tightening, pulling, or burning sensations deep in their legs. These symptoms, which begin or worsen during periods of rest or inactivity (such as lying down or sitting) are partially or completely relieved by movement - as long as the movement continues. Symptoms also worsen in the evening, making it sometimes difficult to fall asleep.

During the last 6 months I’ve tried a variety of drugs and pain killers to stop the pain, but nothing has worked. Recently, I saw a commercial on television advertising the drug Requip, so I called my doctor and asked if I could try it. I tried it, and it has worked!!! I can now get to sleep without the crawly feeling in my legs. I can only hope it continues to work.

All medications come with a lengthy list of all the bad things that “could” but “probably won’t” happen to you if you use this drug. The insurance company is obviously trying to have some legal cover in case they kill you. At any rate, I read some of the side effects of the drug: ...”some patients taking Requip have shown urges to behave in a way unusual for them. Examples of this are an unusual urge to gamble or increased sexual urges and/or behaviors. If you or your family notices that you are developing any unusual behaviors, talk to your doctor. Hallucinations (unreal sounds, visions, or sensations) have been reported in patients taking Requip.”

M-m-m-m-m...I’ve got to run; I think the file cabinet just “winked” at me...was that an urge or a hallucination?

Fortune?

My family and I ate at a Chinese restaurant yesterday. We have a ritual where we enjoy opening the fortune cookies after we have eaten our meal. We always joke about whether we get a "statement cookie"...i.e. "Manners make you a better person" or a "fortune cookie" i.e. "Happy news is on the way to you."

Yesterday, out of my FORTUNE COOKIE came this..."Sorry. Come back later...I am sleeping (yes, cookies need their sleep , too).

What is that? A no fortune fortune cookie that's taking a nap? What's that say about my future?

I need a nap...

A Conundrum

While my wife and I were waiting in the local Social Security Administration office we were witness to a conundrum.

A very frustrated lady came into the building where part of the process is showing the guard your ID. (I imagine to thwart any old lady terrorists out there.) At any rate, he stopped her at the door, "Maam, I need to see your photo ID.

"I can't." she growled.

"Pardon me?" the guard replied.

I lost my driver's license and I just came from the DOT and they said they could give me a driver's license with my Social Security Card. But, my husband is out of town and it's in the lock box and I can't get into it."

Now nearly in tears, "I have to fly out of town tomorrow and I need an ID to get on the plane."

The guard, trying to be kind told her, "Maam you need your driver's license to get a copy of your Social Security Card."

The last I heard was the lady telling the guard she was going to have a nervous breakdown.

They Bleed for Their Art

My wife and went to visit our son and daughter-in-law and grandkids in Cedar Rapids this last weekend. They own The Stained Glass Gallery in Cedar Rapids, Iowa and were working on creating a new stained glass piano light lamp shade for our church’s organ. They have, what I think is a clever slogan for their business, “We Bleed for Our Art.” And, it’s true; they work with glass and occasionally will get a small cut which requires a band aid and some antiseptic. Last Saturday however...

John, our son, was walking through the shop and ran his leg up against a protruding piece of glass. It ripped through his jeans and into his leg. It made a nasty cut and it was obvious it needed stitches because it was gapping and bleeding (a lot).

[Before I go on, you need to understand a bit about me and blood. I faint. I’ve gotten better over the years, but I do faint when there is blood, mine, or anybody’s for that matter. The first time I fainted was as a kid when my parents took me to the movie The Greatest Show on Earth. I fainted during the train wreck sequence when there was a fair amount of blood. My mother had to take me out. This history continued in high school biology labs, doctor’s appointments, movies, boot camp ...you get the idea.]

I remember when one of my daughters cut her lip and there was a lot of blood, it was all I could do to grab a washrag and a piece of ice and stuff it in her mouth and tell her to be brave---before I passed out.

This wasn’t the first trip to an ER I’ve made with John for stitches. And, as I recall I nearly fainted the first time, but controlled it BEFORE we got to the ER. John did have to drive the car however.

At any rate, we arrived at the ER last Saturday and John checked himself in and we began the wait in the ER waiting room. I started feeling the feeling that I get when the blood starts leaving my head and my blood pressure drops. Since I am also diabetic I thought perhaps I was just having a low blood sugar moment I sent my wife off in search of sugar. No sooner did she disappear than the faint came on strong. I could no longer sit in the chair and I went down on one knee...

One of the ER nurses who was coming into the waiting room to pick up someone else noticed my dilemma and came to my rescue. The first thing she did was run over my foot with the wheel chair, and then some how managed to get me into the chair, dropping me only once. I was totally passed out by the time she got me to the ER and she, with I assume the help of others, got me on a table. And, then they all got busy...an IV, an EKG, and removal of my clothes.

I understand that they were doing what they had to do, I do have a cardiac history and am diabetic and I imagine when someone is flopping around on the ER room floor they feel obliged to check the individual out. They checked me out.

I also typically pass out if when they are taking blood and aren’t successful the first try. The phlebotomist was not successful the first time, nor the second, but I imagine she was successful the third time because when I came to again...she was gone.

John and I were in cubicles next to each other so my wife could bounce between us checking on our progress. As it turns out John had his wound cleaned and received his stitches before I was released and he ended up waiting for me to recover. I haven’t received the bill yet, but I imagine it is expensive to faint in the ER.

Now if you don’t mind, I feel a need to lie down...


[COMMON FAINTING: Vagal reaction.
Fainting is a temporary loss of consciousness. It occurs when blood flow to the brain is reduced. A Vagal reaction is a reflex response that causes the pulse to slow down. If the pulse is low enough, the blood pressure falls and causes fainting or near fainting. Lying down usually stops the reaction within 60 seconds. This reflex response can occur during sudden fear, severe pain, emotional stress, overexertion or suddenly standing up after sitting or lying for a long time.

Hobbies

My wife recently retired from retail and has been "furiously" cleaning and sorting household goods. She recently came across her old Coronet and decided that she was going to take it up again and started practicing. Well, I'm an old trombone player and I was feeling left out, so I went to "resurrect" my old trombone, but it was in a sad state...it was a 55 year old horn and had seen its better days. I played in a community orchestra in 1976 for a couple of years, but have not touched it since then (accept to move it).

I couldn't have my wife have all of the fun, so today we went out looked for trombones. The first ones we saw hanging on a wall went for $2000 to $3500 dollars. Yes, thousand!!! I'm not going to spend that kind of money on a horn I may decide I don't want to play. The manager of the store came over and I expressed my dismay and he offered that they have several student versions available for a couple of hundred dollars. Now, that was more to my liking. I am now the proud owner of a new (used) trombone.

I finished my first practice session about a half hour ago, and I must say this will take some work, but I did enjoy it. When we bought the horn we learned of a Community Band, New Horizons, which is for people 50 years of age and older who want to play in a band. After a month of practicing - I believe we'll give it a try. I have fond memories of "blowing my brains out" when I played for a community orchestra before. So, I look forward to the stress relief...I wonder of my neighbors can hear me practice?

Murphy's Other Laws

MURPHY'S OTHER LAWS.....

Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.

He who laughs last . thinks slowest.

A day without sunshine is like, well, night.

Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.

Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don't.

Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.

The 50-50-90 rule: Anytime you have a 50-50 chance of getting something right, there's a 90% probability you'll get it wrong.

It is said that if you line up all the cars in the world end to end, someone would be stupid enough to try to pass them.

If the shoe fits, get another one just like it.

The things that come to those that wait may be the things left by those who got there first.

Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he will sit in a boat all day drinking beer.

Flashlight: A case for holding dead batteries.

The shin bone is a device for finding furniture.

A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for doing well.

When you go into court, you are putting yourself in the hands of 12 people who weren't smart enough to get out of jury duty.

The Winter Sun

It's Warming Up!!

It’s been a while since I’ve “Blogged”... I’ve been busy doing taxes for other people at H & R Block, figuring out my own taxes and trying to generate freelance business. In short – I’ve ignored the Blog.

Had a sad moment last week when I went to visit my mother who is in a nursing home. She is what the professionals call “pleasantly confused.” I guess that means she’s relatively happy. At any rate, when I went in to visit last week she had no clue. We had to tell her that I was her son. Sad...

On a cheerier (is that a word?) note – the weather has turned warm. Yes 36 degrees IS warm when it follows a below zero cold spell. I just know we’ll see people in shorts as the temperature sores to 40 degrees.

Physical Therapy

The Rack

I have been having some back issues for about a month and had an MRI done this week. The good news is that there is nothing drastically wrong with my back other than degenerative disk disease and some arthritis. Sensing however that I was in pain the doctor prescribed some physical therapy to strengthen my back muscles.

I do not wish to offend any physical therapists (as I did feel better after I left then when I went in) - but, they have a room full of devices that resemble a mid-evil torture chamber. The session started with an electric cord taped to my back so they could "zap' me a good one. OK - maybe it was a bit more sophisticated than a cord coming out of the wall, but it did involve electricity and electrodes. I had 20 minutes of a "tingling" sensation. the therapist had indicated it, "...should be strong, but tolerable." Being a man i figured more was better and chose a level that almost made my teeth rattle. I quickly succumbed and asked for a lower jolt - which the therapist accommodated.

The next part of the session had the therapist bending and twisting my legs in directions I'm sure they haven't been in for a least 20 years. I was quite relieved that we didn't hear any cracking noises. She stretched and I groaned...

We topped off the session with 20 minutes on the rack. Now I'm sure they call it something else, but it looked liked a torture rack and they trussed me up so I could hardly breathe and s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d. The machine was on "automatic". I did have a panic button in the event the machine short-circuited or something and started tearing my legs off. 20 minutes, while lasting only 20 minutes, felt like a lot longer. I am absolutely convinced that I am taller today than yesterday.

And, ...I get to go back at least 2 more times. I should be 6 feet tall in a couple of weeks!!

High School Friends

High School Friends pictured above are Marcus and Colleen in the top photo; Meredith and Mary in the center photo, and Tom and Linda in the bottom picture.

Helen and I spent the weekend in the Coralville (Iowa City) area getting re-acquainted with some high school friends of mine (pictured above).

I helped start a High School web site, http://www.ifhs69.com with a stated purpose of "facilitating re-connecting." The response has been phenomenal and to date we have had over 3,000 visits to the web site, have had over 50 classmates register and have raised nearly $500 to help cover the cost of the site. A side benefit has been this weekends "mini-reunion."

Six of us "hung out" during high school and we were in a lot of shared activities. Somewhere after graduation I dropped out of sight for awhile as I was travelling around the world with the Navy. I managed to get back for a couple of reunions, but missed more than I made. The others stayed in, what I surmise, was frequent contact.

This weekend was great. Although the weather in Iowa was frightful (near 0 degrees) - our hearts were warmed with friendship. My hope is that this is a beginning, and that we can get together more often than once every 37 years.

POW Bracelet

POW Bracelet

My mother has been a scrap booker from the beginning. She has put together scrap books from the Depression, World War II, my tonsillectomy and my sister and I each have a scrap book which contains articles about our accomplishments, pictures, mementos, etc. It does make for some excellent history reading. Recently I found the scrap book she kept of all of the letters I sent to her after I first joined the Navy in 1971.

I ran across a letter I wrote in December of 1971:

Dec 1971

Dear Dad,
I am enclosing something you might be interested in, a POW bracelet card, I have bought one and it would really make me feel good if you would buy one also. It’s only $2.50 and the POW/MIA effort needs all they can get. Several members of my squadron have been in this predicament.

Have you seen the article in January’s Reader’s Digest entitled, “Five Years to Freedom”? It is something to think about.
If I were in that predicament I would appreciate all the help people were doing back home.
The one I am wearing is for Staff/Seargeant (sic) David Demmon, who was captured in June 1965.

Love,
Robert

PS I took the liberty of filling it out. Send it in if you desire

I don’t know if my Dad ever did buy the bracelet, but after reading the letter yesterday I thought I’d look up Sgt Demmon on the internet. I found a lot of information, including that his status was upgraded from MIA to POW. In April 1991 the US government released a list of Prisoners of War and Missing in Action who were known to be alive in enemy hands and for whom there is no evidence that he or she died in captivity. This list commonly referred to today as the USG's "Last Known Alive" list, included David Demmon.

I thought I see if there were still POW bracelets available and located a site where they can be purchased. There is and it is: http://www.memorialbracelets.com/index.html. Unfortunately, we have added conflicts and names to the list.

I will start wearing a POW Bracelet for David Demmon.

Hard At Work

I have a new crew hard at work looking for blog ideas and ramblings. They are "techno-deficient" and as a consequence must submit their 'blogs" the old fashion way - with a typewriter.

Off to California

Navy Recruits in San Diego

I had just reenlisted in the Navy for 4 years for my choice of duty and location. I was accepted for recruiting duty in Minneapolis, Minnesota. This worked out pretty good for me as my new wife was from Minneapolis, and my folks lived in Iowa, so I was going to be close to both families. Besides, the Navy paid me nearly $10,000 to reenlist. A deal I could not pass up. We paid off our bills in Virginia and had money in our pockets to finance our journey across the country.

I had to attend a school in San Diego, California before I could start my job in Minneapolis. The school I was attending was “Enlisted Classification School.” It is where people are trained to become “Classifiers”, or the people who “place the right person in the right job” when they enlist in the Navy. This function used to be completed entirely at the Recruit Training Centers (RTCs) but parts of it were being moved out into the field to the Navy Recruiting Districts (NRDs). It seems that a lot of people were showing up at the RTCs with the promise of being trained in areas they were not qualified for, and as a consequence either had to be discharged, or agree to another job. I was going to be among the first wave of classifiers into the field, But, I digress...

I don’t specifically recall the move from Oceana, Virginia, but do have a vague memory of a large moving truck showing up and several burly men packing all of our earthly belongings into their very large truck. At this point in my life my goods didn’t come close to filling the truck. We had traded in our 1972 Chevy Vega for a Mazda Rx4. It was a sporty car, but short on storage room. We packed the trunk, placed the baby in the back seat and packed “around” her. We had a play pen we were going to use for the baby to sleep in, and tied it to a bike rack to the back of the car. Off we went...

We drove non-stop to Iowa, a 24 hour drive and stayed at my folks for a week. We then journeyed to Minneapolis to stay with her mother for a couple of more weeks. Our plan was to stay with her Mother after we returned from California long enough to get set up in a “government leased” apartment. This was the same as “base housing’ for people stationed in the hinterlands. We left some of our stuff with her mother and headed west. We went through South Dakota, making a vacation of our trip.

I swear, the baby cried from the moment we left Minneapolis, until we reached San Diego. If there was a moment of quiet, I certainly don’t recall it. Oh, the play pen on the bike rack – while initially it seemed like a good idea, in practicality, we had to wash road dirt and bugs off of it every night before it could be used. But, hey, the baby didn’t want to sleep in it anyway.

We stopped at a variety of sites along the way and arrived in San Diego about 5 days after we left Minneapolis. We initially stayed with a friend of mine who I knew from being stationed with him in the fighter squadron in Virginia. He and his wife opened their home to us while we got set up in an apartment. It took about 3 days, and we found a place in Point Loma, CA. It was an upstairs apartment with a great view, and only a mile or 2 from base.

Upon our arrival in California I vowed that I would “fly” the wife and the baby home and drive home by myself. It was bound to be quieter.

We enjoyed the time we spent in California. The first day of my class I looked across the table and there sat a guy I had been trained with 4 years earlier, David. In 1971 during our “Personnelman” class training we competed vigorously for class honors and finished first and second. He was first, I was second. He left San Diego in 1971 and went to the Philippines, and I went to the East Coast. We got caught up over the 4 years since we had last met, and the competition started up where it left off. It was nice to have someone in class who I knew.

My wife, baby and I made a trip to Los Angeles to visit my cousin Tom who at the time was the “token honky” living in Watts. As we drove into his drive way, in large letters was the message, “F**K YOU KAREN”. It seems that the land lady’s daughter’s name was the same as my wife and the message was for the “other’ Karen. I remember the look on Tom’s face when he came out to greet us in the drive way, as the graffiti had been just done sometime during the night. It was the first thing my Karen saw, and Tom was aghast...

He showed us a good time and we toured all around Los Angeles. Karen even made a return trip to try out for a game show. I don’t recall which one, but she had a good time.

As graduation from class drew near, I was determined not to drive back with the family so I bought them airline tickets and flew them back a couple of days early to Des Moines. My friend David, was going to be stationed in St. Louis, so I agreed to drive him there and then I would drive North to Iowa, visit my folks and then on to Minneapolis. About a week before the end of class I dropped Karen and the baby off at the airport. We ran into Dick Van Dyke, a television actor. That was cool.

The last several weeks of class was the “practical” application of what we learned in class, actually doing the classification and interviewing of recruits as they passed through boot camp. David and I excelled at this and we were allowed to graduate early. And, again, he finished first and I finished second.

I now had to pack all of my stuff and David’s stuff into the car. It fit (barely). I left the play pen in the trash. I saw no point to move it again.

We departed for St. Louis about 9:00 AM the day before thanksgiving 1974. We had a cup on the dash and we both put $100 in the cup and used that money for expenses. When it was gone we each put in $100 more and then whatever was left over was mine to keep. We left in uniform (whites) and stopped somewhere in Oklahoma panhandle to change clothes (it was cold). Our intention was to drive non-stop to St. Louis, and we did, by napping as the other one drove.

We stopped at a truck stop somewhere in Oklahoma and had the absolute worst Thanksgiving dinner ever!! We arrived in St. Louis where I dropped David off. He and I would meet yet again in a few years, but that is for another story. After a night in a hotel in St. Louis I headed north to Iowa. The last 4 hours of my trip was in a good old fashion Iowa snow storm – welcome home!!

Who Is the Bearded Guy?

Thought I'd grow a beard for the winter - since winter just started, so did my beard. It itches...

You Must Be A Genius!

My oldest step-daughter sent me this – and while this isn’t an original post – as a lover of the English language – I enjoyed this. So, if you have ever felt stupid about the English language, read on. If you've learned to speak fluent English, you are a genius!

Reasons why the English language is so hard to learn:

1) The bandage was wound around the wound.
2) The farm was used to produce produce.
3) The dump was so full it had to refuse more refuse.
4) We must polish the Polish furniture.
5) He could lead if he would get the lead out.
6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
7) Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time
to present the present.
8) A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.
9) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
10) I did not object to the object.
11) The insurance was invalid for the invalid.
12) There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.
13) They were too close to the door to close it.
14) The buck does funny things when the does are present.
15) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
16) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.
17) The wind was too strong to wind the sail.
18) After a number of injections, my jaw got number.
19) Upon seeing the tear in the painting, I shed a tear.
20) I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.

There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England nor French fries in France(Surprise!). Sweetmeats are candies (or nuts) while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat.
Quicksand works slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea, nor is it a pig .

And, why is it that writers write, but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?

If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth?

One goose, 2 geese. So, one moose, 2 meese? Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?

If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it? Is it an odd, or an end?

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?

Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell?

How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which, an alarm goes off by going on.

English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.

P.S. - Why doesn't "Buick" rhyme with "quick"?

Too Many Email Addresses

How many email addresses does one person require? I did a quick inventory (1st of the year - what else do you do, but count things) and discovered I have many toooo many email addresses. A sampling:

r@mchsi.com

r@rallenhill.com

r@capturehits.com

r@waterlootrinity.com

r@hotmail.com

r@gmail.com

r@yahoo.com

r@forbin.net

r@veteransbusinessstrainingcenter.com

Gone are:

r@aol.com

r@mac.com


Now, for those who know me, y'all will know what goes in the place of the "r" - for the spammers and scammers who crawl the internet - well - go someplace else.

I also cover webmaster email accounts for a couple of web sites - so I'm so plugged in it hurts!!!

Each (ok, most) email addresses were created for a genuine need (perceived) at the time - others like the gmail account was created 'cause I wanted one and couldn't have one until I was "invited". Becoming invited became my mission for awhile - and now I have a gmail account.

My 1st 2007 New Years Resolution - clean up my email...in the mean time, if you can't find me by email, you're not really trying. .

Now THIS Is Iowa!!

I almost thought we'd go the entire month of December with no snow, but a last minute (literally), snow "dusting" provided us with a picturesque front yard.

Not a lot of snow -

The top of my BBQ Grill

This is NOT Iowa!!

This is not Iowa... I do not remember a time in my lifetime when there has been NO SNOW in Iowa during the month of December. No snow at Thanksgiving - that's normal. No snow for Christmas - it happens. But, no snow at all - now that's rare. We've had rain this month, but no snow. Some might say that this is evidence of "global warming" - I don't know about that - a quick check of the weather records show that the last time we had a winter start like this was in 1889 (not that I recall that however).

It was almost 50 degrees yesterday - will I ever get to use my snowblower?

Scolded...

My youngest daughter pointed out that it has been nearly a month since I had "blogged". She checks my blog everyday and has left my site with no new inspiration. So, she told me, in clear terms - I need to get busy.

Part of my dilema is that I seem to want to write stories (of a variety of lengths) and until one is ready I don't blog. I'll try 2 different approaches:

First, I will try to blog more frequently with observations and questions, and...

Second, I'll try to notch up the writing to provide a few more stories. I have so many - so stay tuned!!

Need A Proofreader?

A company purchased 1,000's of this holiday
mug and shipped them to their stores.
Take a closer look...

Notice anything? Where's the "s"???

Made in China - this is why the world needs
proofreaders!!!

What? Me? Reenlist?

When I first enlisted in the Navy I had no intention of reenlisting. I had a draft notice to report for induction into the U.S. Army when I enlisted in the Navy. Enlisting in anything had not been my idea. But what are you to do when the President calls and says, “Greetings...”

I joined the Navy reluctantly and would have guaranteed on the spot that I would never, ever consider staying in the service. But, as they say, “Never say never.”

As the expiration of my enlistment approached I was making plans to attend the University of Iowa. Then one day...

The Navy waved a reenlistment bonus in front of me. It was a substantial sum and for the time being I had to at least consider reenlisting. I needed the money. My wife had been in the Navy also, but after our daughter was born she was released from active duty. Unfortunately, while she was in the service we had spent money and had incurred debt, based on two salaries. When one of those salaries went away...well, let’s just say the money would come in handy.

I didn’t want to just reenlist for the money so I thought I’d ask for a choice of duty and location. I asked for recruiting duty in Iowa (my home) or Minnesota (my wife’s home). I figured that the Navy wasn’t about to give me money, my choice of type of duty AND location, so if I didn’t reenlist I could use the excuse they Navy hadn’t been fair to me.

But, quite the contrary, the Navy gave me all I asked for, money, and recruiting duty in Minneapolis, MN. I decided college could wait, plus I could always attend college at night. My time in the Navy had been good. I had been stationed at Oceana, Virginia, and served with a Fighter Squadron, met and married a young lady from Minnesota, and even got to act in about eleven community theatre productions at the Little Theatre of Norfolk.

The three years I had spent in Virginia also saw me getting to make two deployments to the Mediterranean. I had met a lot of people, became “worldly” and generally had a good time.

Now the Navy was going to give me a pile of money, send me to a school in San Diego, CA and then send me on to Minneapolis, MN where I would be a classifier (one of the people responsible for putting people into the right job) stationed with the Navy Recruiting District in Minneapolis. So, I reenlisted for four years. I reenlisted at sea, I don’t recall the exact longitude and latitude, but the Commanding Officer of the ship allowed me to “take command” of the USS FORRESTAL (CVA-59) for 30 minutes. His only warning, “Don’t run in to anything.” I didn’t.

I left the ship when it anchored in Naples, Italy. Now, I had already learned my lesson about flying military aircraft when I almost had to jump out of one, so I arranged a commercial flight for myself and my personnel officer who was also being transferred. We traveled by “slow” train to Rome, stayed a couple of days in Rome, and flew on to New York with layovers in Geneva and London.

Up to the point when we arrived in New York we had not been in any big hurry. We had time to sight see and explore some of Europe. But, once we hit New York we were both anxious to get to Norfolk, VA – our home port.

My personnel officer made up a story about how we were “needed” immediately in Norfolk and asked if there was anything the ticket agent could do to get us there quickly. (At this point we had to fly on standby, with no guarantee of how quick we could get a flight). The agent put us the next flight and upgraded us to first class. It was a good end to the journey. I called my wife from the New York airport before I boarded since she had no idea I was coming home and her first response was, “You can’t, the house isn’t clean.” I went home anyway...

Next...the trip to California on our way to Minnesota.