It seems as though the years go by faster and faster as I grow older. 

This summer has flown by.  I spent a lot of it on the motorcycle.  It seems like only yesterday that I bought the bike and started riding.  It’s actually been over a year.  This struck me yesterday when I was at Walmart.  I had to buy a gallon of windshield washer fluid.  I knew I was about out. With the falling leaves and debris on the road, I would be using it more and more.   It dawned on me that this was the first I had purchased any all year.  It just goes to show how much my truck had been sitting.

I guess it has been kind of a busy year when I think about it.  Dad had his knee replaced.  He was in the hospital longer than they expected and then they moved him to rehab for another week.  His kidneys decided that they didn’t feel like keeping up anymore.  He spent another week in the hospital with that.  I had various fights with my back and my emotional state.  A lot of the time spent on the bike was therapeutic for me.  The dark feeling that I have been fighting over the last couple weeks seems to be drifting away.  I made a couple changes in my surroundings that have helped that situation.

I missed not taking a big vacation this year but that’s ok.  Health issues, finances and my back have to take precedence over fun.  I am going to try to put a little money aside each pay for next year.  Not sure what the destination will be but I’d like to go ‘somewhere’.   I have about two payments left on my credit card consolidation loan.  My thought is to take the money that I have been sinking into that and splitting it between a vacation fund and some house repairs.  Like everything else, it probably won’t go that way… but that’s my plan for now.

Just in the way we see the leaves change with the season’s, I have seen some things change in my health.  I’m told by my doctor that these are normal things.  I’ve heard my parents and grandparents comment on how at a certain age you seem to have to deal with more changes in health.   This last year must have been my year.  My vision has always been pretty good but I’m noticing that fine print is just a little harder to read.  My back pain has changed a bit as well.  It has gone from isolated in a couple key regions to a more overall ache.  Part of this is due to the arthritis that they tell me is spreading from my neck down.  I also think that the ribs I broke a few years ago are seeing their share of “Arthur” too.  I have trouble getting a continuous night of sleep in because I can’t lie in one position very long.  Oh well…That’s life… Right?

I continue to work at the same company that I’ve been at for the last eight or so years.  How long will I stay there?  I can’t really say.  I’ve thought about moving on.  I just don’t know if I want to change things very drastically right now without good reason.  I’ve been asked why I don’t move away from the area.  My answer of late has been Dad’s health.  I don’t want to leave him by himself.  I guess I’ll stew on it a little more.  Maybe I’ll find the magic combination of interest and drive to get me out of this place. 

Alas, I must close this post to go run a meeting or something.  Catch ya later…

 

~Cappy

… I have no idea what to call this one, so I went with that.

As recent days have lingered on, I have tried to push away the dark cloud that has possessed my life lately (See last post). I’ve have searched the web for humor, looked for humor in situations in day to day life and tried to avoid anything that would pop my overpressurized cork.

My trip to the doc the other day didn’t go as bad as I thought it might. Sugar wasn’t quite as high as I thought it might be but it was too high non–the-less. I wasn’t surprised to hear that my kidneys are somewhat damaged. Over the last year, I’ve seen changes in my body more than likely related to my sugar levels. My sugar levels were way high last Christmas (over 400 for a rather long period of time). Some of it I attribute to the number of sweets and amount of food folks brought Dad and I. I think I had 4 plates of cookies brought to me. I lost count of all the stuff we received. I really appreciate all the things people did for us. Christmas last year was much harder for me than the first Christmas after Mom’s death. I’m not looking forward to this year either.

I’m not blaming my high sugar on anyone but myself. I chose to eat all those good things. When I started to notice vision changes, I began to realize what was going on and started to give things away. I felt I had to get my sugar back under control to get my life back under control. It hasn’t been easy. I gained back alot of the almost 80 pounds of weight I’d lost. Depression never really subsided. I think I just covered it up… buried it as it were. The doctor’s appointment this week brought a few realizations that I think I had also buried. I am my father’s son. I have all the health ailments he has. In time, my kidneys will probably go amiss. I need to do things to try to elongate the time in which that kind of damage takes place. The only way to do that is to get my weight down which will also bring my sugar down as well.

One of the things I can do to lower my sugar faster is exercise. It doesn’t have to be 26 hours, 8 days a week, just more than sedimentary. My back, however, seems to have other ideas. I have been having consistant and higher than normal levels of pain in my lower back. I go walking for even a few minutes and end up with throbbing pain that radiates down my legs the more tired and sore my back gets. I walked around Lowe’s with Dad yesterday. I think we were there a half an hour. I came home and layed down. My back and left leg (normally my good leg) throbbing with pain. I didn’t even get the bike out today because I was hurting. It ended up being good that I didn’t because it rained for a bit.

Speaking of the trip to Lowe’s… I didn’t go there with Dad. I just happened to go there at the same time. On weekends, we tend to do our own things. For those who know Dad, he has a knack for finding ‘deals’, whether its at garage sales or stores. Sometimes these deals are really great and very useful. Most of the time, however, he buys things he doesn’t really need. This drove Mom nuts but she didn’t say much, at least not in front of anyone. I guess it was better than him going out drinking or something else. Had I not been with him, I might have ended up with a deep freeze. He sees things on sale and buys them whether they are needed or not. They had a deep freeze with a ding in the lower right corner that was on sale. He had his eyes fixed on it. It took a bit to get him to realize he didn’t really need it… neither do I. There are so many things at his house that he really doesn’t need. I wish I could count them all. He vowed he would never leave me with the mess that his dad left the family. Ummmm…. Its a better quality of mess, but its a mess none the less. I hope as the year progresses that I can get a hold on my own health. Dad will get himself pulled together. All will be well with the world as we know it.

I had a dinner invitation week before last with a lady that is really special in my life. I had hoped that one day she and her daughter would be part of my world. It didn’t work out that way. We became friends and she went on to meet and marry someone else. I don’t know why I agreed to meet her husband and have dinner with them. Its a very uncomfortable thought to me. I feel like I will be a third wheel or cause problems between her and her husband. She says she has told him all about me and he wants to meet me. I don’t know if I should or not. She had to cancel dinner on the original date. I was kind of relieved. I need someone in my life right now to keep me grounded and going in the right direction. She says any time I need to talk I should call her. I don’t want to become that stumbling block in her marriage because she is trying to help me out of my own deep hole. I cherrish our friendship and don’t to hurt her by saying no. I have to figure this out along with all the other junk in my life. Sooner than later I hope.

There is something that I wish I could do this year instead of celebrating Christmas. I can’t afford to make it happen, but if I could find a way it would. Christmas was Mom’s time. There was one time that was even more special than all the other ‘special’ things that made her cry at Christmas… That was the year we spent Christmas week in Florida with Grandma and Grandpa. We went to Disney World. Disney is a special place any time, but at Christmas… I haven’t seen anything that can beat it. Mom cried almost from the moment we hit Mainstreet. I would love to be able to take off and drive down to Disney with Dad. I doubt he would go. I asked him when I went last year and he declined because he didn’t want to tie me down. One day… I will get back there over the Christmas season. I’d love to do it before my back won’t let me and my before my faith is so far gone that even the brightest lights of the holidays can’t penetrate my dark heart.

Until then… I will take one step at a time. Cross each obstacle as it comes. One day, hopefully, I will be able to feel the light inside I used to feel.

Its funny.  Sometimes, I wonder how the universe is connected together.  I’ve been moping around a lot the last week or so.   Things get me down and sometimes I’m not even sure why.  Today, a friend posted a blog that could have come right out of some of the thoughts I’ve had this past week.  Something keeps pulling back to the same line of thoughts… Dark thoughts.

It usually starts when I begin thinking about where I am today in life and where I thought I’d be.  By this point, I thought I’d be married and have a kid or two.  My romantic life has been less than stellar.  What few gals I’ve dated have usually ended up calling me their ‘big brother’.   While that sounds like a good thing, its the death sentence to a relationship.  I once had someone tell me “You have to watch what job you apply for.”  Basically, I had become a friend and could never be anything else.   As if it isn’t bad enough to be labeled the ‘big brother’, You end up watching them go out with someone that treats them like crap.  I was even asked “How do I get him to treat you the way you treated me?”  My thoughts usually go to something like “Kick his damn ass to the curb… Drown him in the bathtub… Poison his beer?”  I’m too much of ‘Mr Goody Two Shoes’ to actually say any of that.

If I don’t become the ‘big brother’, I end up the therapist.  Its nice to help someone out of a hole but once they come out of their darkness, they walk away from their light.   Don’t get me wrong, its great for the person coming out of the darkness. The problem lies in the fact that as they walk away… They drag a part of my light away.  I end up in the ever darkening hole watching the light fade into the distance.   There is one other thing that happens that has soured me on even bothering to find a true relationship, being used.  It seems to happen to the decent guys more than the bad guys.  Someone will latch on to you and pretend they are interested.  It later becomes painfully clear that they were only trying to get something and move on.  There was no intention to have a true relationship.  Its just a game, many times, to win them freedom from someone else.  I’ve given up on finding anyone.  I might as well be content with being alone because thats all it seems I’ll ever be.

Another darkness overshadows my life from time to time… decisions.  There are decisions I have made that I regret.  Others, I’m glad I did things the way I did.  If we learn by our mistakes, then I should be a Professor at this point.  Things that happened following certain decisions seemed to make a right decision turn out to be a wrong one.  Some of them, I should have listened to my Mom’s guidance because she had bad feelings about them.  I did them anyway.  Working with the sound company in central Pennsylvania was one she would have argued was a bad decision.  I learned a lot working with sound systems.  Lessons included everything from how certain sound gear could and should be used to how much I could take emotionally, including what I would do should I ever stare down the barrel of a gun.  I took it out of his hand and unloaded it.  Even threats that he would hold a grudge against me, wouldn’t allow me to back down on that one.  Later, he would question if his wife and I had a ‘thing’.  What hurt more than anything was that the job that I saw as a dream job had become a nightmare literally.  I don’t know if he even remembers.

One of my biggest peeves with myself is that I can not hold a grudge.  I should be completely pissed off about that night til this day.  I’m not.  As a matter of fact, I dug him up to see what he was up to.  He is now a Christian and owns his dream place.  He remarried and seems happy.   Maybe I’m just that much of a tool.  I tend to give people the benefit of the doubt whether they deserve it or not.  I’m often disappointed but I’ve learned that people make mistakes, including me.  Forgiving doesn’t mean we necessarily forget, but we move on.  Mistakes give us character and teach us valuable lessons that we carry through life.  Sometimes they leave scars as reminders.

I’ve hated the path my career has taken since I came back to the area.  I haven’t necessarily hated the jobs themselves.  I loved doing systems integration.  It combined some of the skills I had learned with sound systems with doing video and project management.  My back blew up and finished that one off.  I spent the next year and four months trying to get back to work.  Its really hard to go to a job interview hunched over and barely able to walk and can’t even lift a milk carton.  Bills and things that accumulated while I was down with my back are still being paid off.  I should be out from under those soon, finally.  If anyone would have told me back in 2003 that I would still be paying for that financially in 2012, I would have told them they were crazy.  I hate to think where that process would be had I not moved into the position I’m in now that provides a decent paycheck.  I probably would have filed for bankruptcy long ago.

I’ve got back to reading these past few months.  I used to enjoy reading, especially on business trips where I had flights and boring nights in the hotel room to fill.  The books I read now have been slightly different.  I have read several travelling stories.  Journeys that people have taken out of want or need, often out of grief.  I still enjoy science fiction fantasy stuff too.  I am currently reading “Clockwork Angels” by Neil Peart and Kevin Anderson.  Oddly enough, it is a travelling story based in the sci fi/fantasy world of steam punk.  I’ve found many similarities in these kinds of books to events in my own life.  I suppose that’s not really that surprising as we’re all human.

Life these days requires learning.  I just can’t afford to go back to school.  I have enough debts that I should qualify for some assistance but my job pays well enough that I’m just outside the lines.  I also don’t really know what I would want to go back to school for.  I vowed I wouldn’t go into computers because I found them easily learned and boring.  Guess where I am?  I’ve been dwelling on my educational conundrum  for some time now.  I’ve also thought about what job/career would I want to change to at this point in my life.  The dark clouds began to roll in over this as well until I stumbled on a series of lectures and websites that deal with “Making.”

The Maker movement is gathering of people from all walks of life that enjoy building and ‘making’ things.  Part of the Maker mission is to bring young people into the movement and get them interested in building things and more over how the steps it takes to ‘make’ something can be applied to life.  There are other similar movements that focus on making science and skilled trades fun for kids (and adults) to experiment with.  Our society is losing these kinds of skills at an amazing rate because in the past science and math were boring and difficult to grasp.  These movements focus on showing the fun in building which “shhhhhhhhhh” … is math and science disguised.

In examining these movements, I found that one of the hosts of  one of my favorite shows is a very sought after speaker.  Adam Savage of Mythbusters has been a tinkerer since his youngest days.  He frequently speaks at Maker and other conventions.  Some of this topics include not only the process of making something, but the fact that failure is a necessary part of learning.  He  often discusses how failures in a project lead him to make that project better or made a difference in the way another project went.   There is something else that caught my attention.  Adam Savage has no particular degreed skill set.  He has found that he can learn skills quickly and well enough to use them on future projects.  He actually thrives off this.  That is how he has been able to be involved with projects from commercials to major movie titles like Star Wars.

As I mentioned earlier, I can’t decide what I would want to go back to school for.  This has been a major failure in my mind.  I should want to get certified in something or go back and get a higher degree.   I listened to several of Adam’s lectures.  I have a very similar skill of learning quickly and being able to retain and apply that knowledge.  A small light began to glimmer in my cloudy grey soul.  Maybe I’m not that messed up in not knowing where I want to go.  Maybe that’s the point?  I don’t need a degreed course.  I just need to get in there and do it.  Learn whatever I can from what is in front of me.  I’ve done it before.  I got decent at doing sound design because I understood the principles and how they fit together, not because some book told me that’s the way it works.  I noticed if I pointed something this way or equalized something that way I could improve or often destroy the quality of sound.  Its been the same with computers.

I’ve always been good at recognizing patterns and trends.  There is a basic underpinning to everything.  I think this is what Adam Savage also sees.  Once you learn the base set of skills, you can apply them to other things.  The base is always very similar.  I’ve pondered my ability to troubleshoot different types of electronic systems.  Whether it is a sound rig or a pinball machine or a computer on a network, there is a basic process that can be applied with just a little manipulation for the particular device or group of devices you are working on.  That’s what it is I’m good at!  Finding that baseline and learning it, then applying it to something else.

I’m still wrapping my brain around where I can take this and how.  It has given me that little bit of light to look for when my days get really down.  It’s like being out camping on a cool fall morning by the lake.  The chill and dampness surround you.  As the sun breaks over the horizon, a tiny ember of warmth begins to grow and the cold dampness falls away.

I have been listening to my Phil Collins collection in iTunes.  Several songs have caught my attention.  As I finish this writing, “Find a Way to My Heart” is playing.  Ironic…. maybe.

~Cappy

… this has been.  Let’s see… Where do I start?

The beginning is usually the best place.  I went to bed around Midnight last night.  My stomach was bothering me a little bit.  My back was hurting, sending pain down my right leg.  I couldn’t get comfortable at all in bed.  The only good thing was that Tink decided it was a good night to keep me company.

Around 3:08 AM, the fire siren started wailing.  I flipped on the scanner.  I’m wasn’t sleeping so I might as well listen to what was going on.  Someone was having a very bad night involving several police officers, fog, a tree and a barn stone wall.  I suppose I should have got up and thrown some clothes on and headed up to check it out.  I didn’t.  Around 4:30 or so this morning, I finally drifted off to sleep.  I awoke around 5 again.  The room was getting cool.  I had shut the cooling off on the air conditioner but the fan was still running.   I shut that off and pulled the comforter over me.  Finally, I could get some sleep.

I got up around 8’ish to feed Tink.  She was being fairly good and only semi bugging me to get up… She wasn’t pouncing on my chest yet.  “Brrrrr.. ” I thought.   I looked at the thermometer.  The house was around 60 degrees.  I walked to the thermostat to fire up the furnace just long enough to take the chill off.  As I ran the numbers up on the digital display, the relay clicked.  I would soon feel warmer… or would I?  Normally, I can hear the burner fire right after the click of the thermostat relay…  Not this time.  I went to the basement to see what was … or more correctly…  wasn’t going on with the furnace.  Its an old furnace.  It’s components are mostly mechincal in nature unlike the beasts of today with electronic ignitors and fan controllers.  I’m familiar with most of how it works.  Maybe it was something simple.

Thoughts of “How the heck am I going to afford to buy a new furnace right now” roamed through my head as I worked through the chain of operation.  My volt meter told me I had the proper voltages on the fan relay and gas valve.  The relay itself clicked when the temperature was adjusted yet the burner wouldn’t ignite.  The pilot was lit.  All the ports were clear.  Nothing seemed wrong visually.  I shut the gas off and began to check the one thing that I had no way of testing without muscling it… the Gas Plunger Valve.  It is a valve used on some older furnaces in the chain before the gas regulator and burner valve.  It has a plunger on it to get the gas flowing.  The pilot uses a separate line right off the gas feed, unlike today’s furnaces that pull their pilot light feed off the same gas valve.  It comes apart.  “What the heck?  I’m going to have to call the repair guy anyway if this doesn’t work.”  Surgery was very minor.  Dirt filled the intake side.  I must have knocked it lose when I fixed the leaking gas valve last week.  Old house… Lots of old crud in the lines… You know how it goes.  Back up the steps to the thermostat I went, hoping to hear that familiar sound “barrrrwhoooosh” as the burner comes to life.  “CLICK!”  “Barrrrrrrrwhoooooooosh” and the faint sound of gas flowing and the heat chamber expanding as it started to warm.  Crisis averted.

By now, it was slightly after lunch.  I needed to get some thing to eat and go to Walmart for a couple things.  To heck with it… I’m went to Golden Corral for their lunch buffet.  I went to school with one of the servers.  Mark is good at his job and has no problem keeping your meal entertaining.  I needed some levity at that point.  I picked a seat in Mark’s section.  Next thing I know, this other server lady stopped by asking me how things were and such like I’m was at one of her tables.  Mark had just been there.  He wasn’t on his break.  This process repeated over and over and over.  The last time she came around I asked her why she was also checking on me.  “My section is empty and I don’t feel like washing the walls so I was just double checking Mark’s tables.”  She shouldn’t have said that.  I replied “Well stop… Mark is my server and you are annoying me stopping by right after he was just here. Do your own work.”   I spoke with the manager on the way out.  I told him exactly what she told me.  He would speak with her.  I made a direct point of telling him that I was very pleased with Mark’s service and I didn’t need a second server.  Miffed… I left the restaurant to go to Walmart.

Still stewing, I parked the truck.  As I approached the store, two kids stood there with Quaker Steak and Lube wing buckets.  One had wrapped some crepe paper streamers around her bucket.  The other hadn’t done much of anything. Neither bucket was sealed.  Unlike the picture on the left, They had no signage or indication of the reason they were collecting money.  The kid closest to me shoved the bucket toward me without so much as a word.  I let out a hrrrrrumph and continued walking.  I heard a couple of elderly women question the boy as he did the same to them.   He mumbled that it was for “The … mmmmbmmb …. Gators”.  He didn’t inspire much confidence that the donation would make it to its intended destination so the old ladies passed on it as well.  I got what I needed and headed back to the truck, slightly calmer than when I went in.  I dodged the kids with the buckets on the way out.

I got home and tinkered with Maggie to get her ready for an afternoon ride.  My upset stomach had let up and I was looking forward to a relaxing ride.  Beth had texted about going for a short jaunt until Bill got his bike running and then maybe he would join us.  We usually meet at Sheetz.  I headed up to Sheetz early so I could gas up Maggie and get some water.  Maggie was burbling like she does when she is going to act up.  That being said, she was running well other than the noise.  I fueled and pulled the bike up to the parking stall.  My cell phone rang.  It was my Aunt Lois.  She was somewhat distraught.  She was at my dad’s house.  His truck was home and she had supposedly called the house phone but he didn’t answer.  She said could hear music in the house.  My heart sank.  I didn’t need to hear this after the past couple months Dad has had.   His kidneys had almost shutdown.  He has fallen.  The past two weeks he’s been battling pinched nerves in his neck.   Not answering was not a good sign.  Beth was getting ready to leave her place.  I told her I had to go check on Dad first.  Lois made the dimwitted comment that I should call her when I found out what was up with Dad.  I snipped “Why should I call… You’re at the house… I’ll be there in just a minute.”

I blew down Route 18 and made the swing onto Main Street.  What would I find when I got to the house?  I rode up on the sidewalk… parking the bike on the sidewalk instead of in the driveway.  I took my keys out and began to unlock Dad’s door.  As the door swung open, he was walking across the room.  He had been getting ready to go get something to eat.  Lois swore she dialed his home number but Dad lets his machine pick it up if he is in the bathroom or doesn’t have the phone with him.  There was nothing on the answering machine.  They talked about going to get something to eat.  I texted Beth to let her know I was still going riding.  I told Dad and Lois that if everything was ok, I was going to continue my plan to go for a ride.  Dad agreed.  Lois apologized for calling me with a giggle behind her smile.  This tripped my already twisted trigger.  I quipped, “I didn’t need the crap scared out of me on top of everything else today.” as I went out through the door.  She said “I’m sorry…”  with this stupid chuckle like she saw nothing wrong with it.  I just rode off.  I bet steam was coming out of my helmet.

The one on the left is very similar to what Maggies original filter looked like before I changed it.

Maggie picked up her typical low RPM stall as the ride went on.  By the time we were headed back towards Hermitage, she was shutting down anytime I let the RPMs go below 1500.  She was having carb issues when I got her.  I got them working pretty well.  Occassionally, she takes a backstep.  The fuel filter was plugged solid when I changed it.  Debris was getting in the lines.  I think every so often small flakes break loose causing these temporary stumbles.  Figures… Just another low point in my already sucky day.

We stopped at Sheetz so that Beth could try to get Bill on the phone to set up somewhere to meet.  I went in to the store to see if I could get some cleaner that would help poor Maggie take her fuel better.  I normally use Seamfoam, but I had found that Gumout Fuel Injector Cleaner seems to work well also.  I attribute this to the problem being that her slow idle jets clog with the debris as it loosens from the lines.  I gave Maggie a drink of her treat and we headed back to Beth’s to join up with Bill.  Bill and I took a look at his bike.  It has been overheating.   Bill didn’t think it would present a problem on this leg of the ride, as long as we didn’t sit and idle long or putzi through town.  Their youngest daughter tagged along on this leg as well.

We decided… well… Beth and I decided… to ride towards Grove City.  This leg included a stop for dinner.  The evening was beautiful but definately more fall like than most of the other rides we’ve done.  We cruised through Volant and up to Grove City.  As we pulled into Hoss’s a plane flying over dropped about six skydivers.  We watched as they floated down to the airport located just behind the restaurant.  We enjoyed dinner.  Bill had a problem with his fork.  It seemed to get dirty somewhere between the time we sat down and the time he finished eating his salad.  You had to be there.  Think about it… You’ll figure it out.

We rode home through Mercer and back 318.  I saw two fairly large doe (yes a deer… a female deer) standing in the clearing near Rocky Springs Campground.  They didn’t present any danger as they grazed away from the road.   I broke off from Beth and Bill and headed to my house in town.  By the time I hit the driveway, my fingers were pretty cool.  I had put my other jacket on under my riding jacket when we left Hoss’s but I left my vented gloves on.  The setting sun had sent the temperature down several degrees.  I covered Maggie and went in the house to recover from a long emotional day.

This week is to be cooler with Tuesday being rather wet.  I don’t know how much riding I will be doing, but Maggie is prepped for the work run in the morning.  We’ll see what the week brings.  I got invited to a special friend’s house for dinner on Wednesday.  Looking forward to seeing them again… Its been awhile.  It will probably be awkward but hopefully all will be good.

I’m going to sign off and finish watching the new Planet of the Apes movie that came out a couple years ago.  I vowed I wouldn’t pay to watch it, but its on HBO Free Preview this weekend, so I guess I haven’t broken my promise.  LOL.  Catch ya later!

~Cappy

 

 

I remember exactly where I was.  I was working for Aries Resources as General Manager.   I was up in my office.  The crew was downstairs messing with a tv that came from who knows where.  I don’t recall how we heard about the first impact.  Within minutes, the old tv was tuned in and we stood and watched the unfolding events.  The second impact occurred.  We watched in horror as the towers fell.  The Pentagon was struck.  The attacks then moved closer to home as the news reported a plane was downed in a field in central Pennsylvania.  Drawings of the flight path took it directly over our heads. 

As the day progressed, little got done in our shop.  We remained glued to the tv.  Details of the crash in central Pennsylvania began to emerge.  The plane that had crashed had possibly been headed back to DC to hit another target.  Early details speculated that possibly it was shot down.  News from New York and the Pentagon was horrific.  I remember the helpless feeling as rescue workers became victims. 

Later in the week, we discussed our travel plans for the upcoming American Society for Industrial Security (ASIS) convention in San Antonio.  Airport restrictions were coming out at a record pace.  Our trip was scheduled for September 20th thru the 23rd.  Just 10 days after the tragedy, we would be getting on a plane to fly to Texas.   Should we go or shouldn’t we?  Would they even hold the convention?  My thoughts were that if they didn’t hold a convention on security after the attacks, then the terrorists had truly won.  The organizers did agree the event should continue.  There were a few changes but, yes… It had to be held.  My boss, his wife and myself would make the trip.

I remember the lines at the airport in Pittsburgh.  New security stations had been quickly installed and procedures changed.  The flights went without incident and we enjoyed our stay in San Antonio.  The feeling at the convention was much more somber than other years.  Some vendors and attendees decided not to come.  I could respect their decision.  Watching the outcome on 9/11 added that much more concern about flight safety and the safety of those travelling by any means. 

Pittsburgh is a fairly large and capable airport.  San Antonio, on the other hand, is not.  As we left the convention to return home, the lines for security were horrendous.  Huge numbers of folks leaving the convention on the same day put a major strain on San Antonio’s airport.  The lines wrapped clear back through the concourses and zig-zagged through makeshift queues in the lobby, spilling out onto the sidewalk.  Several people didn’t observe the recommended three hour plus early arrival time and missed their flights because the guards would not make exception to let them through security.

I took a cruise less than a month later to the Bahamas.  Restrictions had been refined.  Security was becoming more solidified than the thrown together system used in the days following the attacks.  The ship itself was less than half full.  We were escorted out of the harbor by Coast Guard with three cruise lines travelling together.  At the end of the cruise, an offer of another 4 days at less than half price was extended.  The cruise industry had taken a major hit with all the cancellations.  I wish I would have had the time to take them up on the offer.  I had made plans to go to Kennedy Space Center and Universal Studios on the remaining days of my trip.

The day I spent at Kennedy was enlightening.  Security was stepped way up.  As I was waiting for the IMAX show to begin, Armed (machine gun type armed) guards from the military, Sheriff’s Office and Florida State Police came in and escorted a guy out.  I never heard what he did, but there was no question that the folks at NASA were taking security very very seriously at that time. 

My trip home would conclude without further disruption.  I still remember those days after 9/11.  The feelings of helplessness and indecision about whether certain plans should continue.  I remember the feeling of the nation beginning to pull together in memory of those who passed and in defense against anyone who would try such a deed again.  I don’t think I’ll ever forget those two trips.

Where were you?

~Cappy

I made it to the end of the three day Labor Day weekend in one piece.  This weekend took a little more prep than my normal weekend would have.  I was privileged to help out my friend Rick and his fiance Kelly with their wedding and reception.  I knew there would be things that would aggravate my back but that would be ok because it was for a very worthy cause.

I’ve known Rick White since high school.  Rick was a few years behind me.  My first funny memory of him is during Jazz Rock when he performed Janet Jackson’s “Pleasure Principle” Dance, including the chair. (See it here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-gu1KETjVY).  Rick and his best friend Rob started dj’ing while in high school.  They used a simple boom box and the school’s PA gear at the start.  I handled the school’s audio gear the whole time I was in school.  Little did I know that relationship would continue until this very day.

Through the years Rick put together various levels of dj gear and began going by R n R Rock n Roll Express.  He and Rob had quite an arsenal of music starting with records and cassette tapes through CD’s.  Their collection has grown into multiple large road cases of CD’s.  I couldn’t even estimate the number CDs R n R has.  I CAN tell you how heavy the cases are. LOL.  R n R has become well known for doing wedding’s and special events.  I play the tech guy.  I used to help them setup a lot.  My back has taken a bad turn so I can’t lift like I used to.  I still go out for special circumstances to tune the system or diagnose a problem Rick may be having.  More on that in a bit…

Rick carries in the image of his dad, Gaylord.  Gay was a janitor at the school.  He was probably the most known person in the area.  Gay would do just about anything for anyone.  Rick is very much the same.  Every year, for the last 10+ years, Rick has gone out and organized a 4th of July party.  The Party on the White House Lawn has gone from a few friends to practically the whole town and then some.  Rick, too, has become a town fixture.  Over the last 4 or 5 years, Rick has had a new side kick… Kelly.  I haven’t known Kelly near as long as Rick but she is a great lady.  I’m sure she and Rick will be together a long time.   I wasn’t surprised when I heard Rick and Kelly were engaged.

Rick has a little personality trait that I knew would surface for the wedding.  Face it.. We all have little quirks that show up from time to time.  Rick likes to plan things out and its not really such a bad thing.  He puts a lot of effort into every project he does, whether its DJing someone else’s wedding or the 4th of July Party.   If it is to be done, It is to be done the best Rick can do it.  He and Kelly’s wedding day would be no different.  Over the time since their engagement, Rick has been working out the details in his usual way.  Along the way, the decision was made that he would DJ his own wedding.  I tried to talk him out of it a couple times, but I knew he had set his mind to it.  It really wasn’t a bad idea.  It saved them a ton of money and he would know how reliable the DJ was.

As time counted down to Rick and Kelly’s big day, Rick and I talked about how things would go.  He was going to record all the announcements and introductions for the reception in his own voice.  He did the same thing for Rob’s wedding and I ran the system that day with some help.  Those were the day’s of changing CDs for every song.   I asked if there was anything Rick wanted me to do for the wedding.  He hadn’t officially asked me to DJ or to help, but I knew he would feel more comfortable if I was involved.  I haven’t been helping he and Rob DJ much lately because lifting bothers my back.  Rick was concerned about my back being aggravated.   I told him I wasn’t worried about it and would do whatever I could.  The first item would be to make sure the music they needed at the church could be played through the church’s sound system.  It was left at that until this past week.

I asked if there was anything else he wanted me to do.  I offered to hook up to the trailer and take care of getting the DJ gear packed up after the reception.  We talked about having the bridal party help load the gear.  I didn’t like that idea.  In my opinion, this was a special time that Rick and Kelly needed to share with each other and with the special folks they selected for the bridal party.  I made up my mind I would find someone to help me so that Rick and Kelly didn’t have to worry about anything.  I chose to call my friend Dave without Rick’s knowledge.  Dave is a music buff and I know he would take the same kind of care Rick and I would with the DJ gear.   He confirmed he would help.  I let Rick know that he was to spend the evening with Kelly and the bridal party was also not to worry about the DJ stuff.

Thursday arrived.  Rick text-ed me that he couldn’t get his iPod to play through the church’s sound system.  I gave a few suggestions over text but it still wouldn’t work.  The last suggestion was to hook up to a different input on the board (I recognized the board model from the pict he sent me).  He would go get the needed connectors and call me when he got back to the church.  He didn’t call.  I figured I would just stop down after work.  Sure enough, the new setup worked.  We discussed when things would need to be played and that they really could use another lavaliere microphone for the second pastor.  I called a friend at another church to see if I could borrow one of their extra mics.  I got the go ahead.

On Friday, I picked up the extra mic on the way home and then headed to the church for Kelly and Rick’s rehearsal.  There were several items that needed done at the church for the wedding.  Things would also need moved to Rick’s mom’s house after the wedding.  I volunteered to take care of those things.  A few more things Rick could cross off his list of things to be nervous about.  This is the place where I say… “Yes… List”  As I noted earlier, Rick likes to plan things out.  I knew he would have an itinerary all laid out.  I wasn’t surprised, on Thursday night, when he pulled out a notebook and several copies of the timed itinerary, emergency contacts and names of the bridal party spelled out phonetically.

After the Rehearsal Dinner, someone got a hold of Rick’s list.  He took quite a bit of razzing from that point on.  Understand, this wasn’t some chicken scratch on a paper, this was a timed to the minute ITINERARY.  I’m sure he had even driven the route from the church to the park where they took pictures to the hall just to make sure everything worked out.  You may think this as a bit over-the-top.  I don’t.  I did another wedding 3 weeks ago that had no itinerary.  The bride arrived less than 20 minutes  before she was to walk down the isle (over an hour late from when she was to arrive).  Trust me.  Kelly and Rick’s wedding went much better than that one.

I took care of the things between the wedding and the reception.  I got to the hall about an hour before needed so that I could review the music and announcements Rick recorded.  I kind of made a decision in my own mind that I would use the announcements/introductions that were prerecorded with music mixed and the one with the bridal party intros on it.  The other couple were ones that could be delayed by the time it took for people to get in place.   I would do those couple things myself.   The first item of business was toasts.  No announcement for that one.  I just had to get the mic to the maid of honor and best men and get back to run the volume.  The second item of business was the cake cutting.  I used Rick’s announcement for this.  The guests got a HUGE chuckle as Rick’s voice made the announcement while I was retrieving the mic.

When all was said and done, Dave and I loaded the trailer.  We took it back to the house and unloaded it.  I could have left stuff in the trailer, but I know Rick prefers it unloaded so that’s what we did without question.  I went to the West Middlesex Diner after unhooking the trailer.  My back and legs were aching and tired.  I was shaking.  I’m not sure whether it was my sugar being low or I was just THAT tired.  I spent the rest of the weekend recovering.

I wish Kelly and Rick a long and Happy Marriage.  I’m glad I was able to be part of their special day.  They are enjoying their Honeymoon at Disney World.  I am going back to work in the morning.  They’ll have much more fun.  HAHA!

That’s all for tonight (as if that isn’t enough!)…

~Cappy

 

I sit here in the office enjoying the quiet.  The week is drawing to a close but that doesn’t mean an end to my schedule.  I leave here and head to the church to help with Rick n Kelly’s wedding.   Rehearsal is tonight.  The wedding and reception are tomorrow.  I’ve known Rick since highschool.  I’m glad to help him with the audio portion of their special day.

Friday and Saturday are pretty well set.  Sunday will be determined by the weather and how my back feels.   I may take a motorcycle ride somewhere.  I may not.  Monday, they are calling for the leading edge of Isaac to show up.  Total rain totals are being project in the 3+ inches ranges.  I know we need the rain but ummmmmm…. I didn’t want to have to drive a boat to work on Tuesday.

Over the next week, I need to get some things accomplished around the house and on the bike.  I probably should get the atv out and begin the process of getting her ready for winter as well.  Its hard to believe we are going into September already.  I remember riding in February and early March like it was yesterday.   Time flies I guess….

A couple of my motorcycle riding friends have started pushing me to get a touring motorcycle.  They do some fairly long rides in the fall.  I don’t know if my back will tolerate a long run even with the seat and suspension of a Gold Wing or the like.  I like Maggie and have a blast riding around the area.  Its nice to notice the difference in how she is running.  I don’t want to spend the money on a touring bike just to ride locally.  I must say that I have wondered what it would be like to take a run down to North Carolina with the guys.  They seem to have a lot of fun on those rides.

Speaking of trips… This year sucked on the trip level.  I had hoped to at least get away for a weekend.   Finances and other things didn’t permit it so I guess I’ll have to try and plan something else in the spring and save up for it.  I’m glad I took the Disney trip when I did.  Right now, I don’t know if I could trudge around all day in a park or not.  If anyone would like to fund some research, I would be more than happy to head down around Christmas time to test my stamina.  🙂  I’ll even write a report on the findings.

Its almost time to shift gears and go do the audio thing.  When I get home tonight, Maggie will go in the barn because I’ll be towing Rick’s Trailer tomorrow.  She’s had a pretty good week.  I don’ t think the same can be said for me… too many spasms in both legs over the last couple days.  Let’s see what the weekend brings…

~Cappy

 

 

I had made my mind up that Saturday, August 25th, 2012 would start out with a trip to Pymatuning State Park for the Curt Patterson Invitational for the Pittsburgh Cancer Institute.  Curt was a coworker and friend who passed away after a battle with Cancer.  We shared similar sense of humor and would often make our coworkers groan as we played off each other’s punny quips.  After dealing with Mom’s Cancer, I look for ways I can support the Cancer cause where I think the money will go to better use locally.  Curt’s family has ties at UPMC.  His son is a doctor there.  I know they will find good outlets for money’s they raise on Curt’s behalf.

Friday night the weather was looking really great for the Invitational.  I set my alarm to make sure I got my lazy self up Saturday morning.  I knew my back wouldn’t take 5K  (a little over 3 miles) of walking or biking.  I would be there in support though both monetarily and physically.  I suppose had I been riding my mountain bike this summer instead of the motorcycle, I probably could have made the distance.  In the end, I’m glad I didn’t do the course.

Saturday started out with Maggie(my 1984 Honda V65 Magna Motorcycle for those who don’t know) being grumpy.  She ran great all week.  I guess she got up on the wrong side of the bed or something.  I got her warmed up and we headed out to Pymatuning State Park Shelter #3.  I met up with Dave, one of my coworkers.   My boss and his family were there as well.  We joked that I should get one of the kids that knew how to work a

camera and do a motorcycle camera get up like they do in the big professional races.  As the race got underway, I thought “Hey Stupid!  You can ride out to somewhere on the course via the road and get pictures for the family.”  I grabbed my trusty camera.  Maggie and I set off to the midpoint of the circuit to get some pictures.  My plan was to take pictures there until the bicycle group came back around on the second lap.  I would then head back to the Start/Finish Line to get pictures of folks coming in.  I chose the bike group because they were sent out first to avoid running over any slower runners or walkers.

The first pack of bike riders made their way back around to me on the second lap.  I headed back to the picnic shelter to catch the finish.  I got off the motorcycle and began walking towards the picnic shelter, snapping a few pictures of kids playing and random stuff.  I noticed one of the guys had pulled off to rest.  He was pulling two small kids in a cart behind his mountain bike.  I didn’t think much about it.  Maybe the kids got rowdy or something.  As I walked toward the shelter, he stood up from the picnic table and collapsed.  His head hit either the picnic table or the concrete floor or both.  I ran over to assist.  There was a volunteer fireman there who stabilized the man while I called 911.  Someone grabbed a bicycle and headed out on the course to find Curt’s son Kevin who is a doctor.  Kevin arrived and began to evaluate injuries.  I hopped on Maggie and headed out to the main road to escort the ambulance in.  911 told me they had dispatched the Park Rangers, Jamestown Fire Departments Ambulance and LifeForce Ambulance.  A lot of good the Ranger did. He couldn’t find the shelter.  He claimed that the dispatcher didn’t tell him the shelter number.  That’s funny… the ALS ambulance from LifeForce drove right up without escort.  Between the goose egg growing on his head and some minor complaints about neck pain, it was decided that transport was the best course of action.  Later reports indicated no major head trauma.  A CT was being done on his neck to verify there were no injuries there.  Hopefully there was nothing more than the goose egg and some scrapes on his legs.  The excitement turned back to the race once we knew the man was in good hands.  I apologize for using general references to the injured man.  I can’t remember his name.  Yesterday was a long day.  A picnic lunch was presented as the last few stragglers made their way in off the course.

I ate and talked with some of the folks there.  It had turned out to be such a lovely day, that I couldn’t see just turning the bike back towards home.  I decided it was early enough in the afternoon to make my way up to Lake Erie and a stop at Presque Isle.   I spoke with the family, letting them know I would forward my pictures to share with anyone who wanted to see them.  Kevin told me they would like to raise enough money in Curt’s name to open a bank account that could be used to continuously help the Cancer Institute.  That would be cool.

I was following my GPS since I had no real time schedule.  I made my way up through Ohio to Lake Erie and across through Girard PA over to Presque Isle.  Riding the motorcycle is more fun when the roads twist and turn.  Ohio has a made a habit of making roads as straight as possible.  Route 7 must be one of the straightest.  The GPS is set to avoid highways so it tends to find these quirky back roads.  It again found a good one.  Instead of taking me clear into Conneaut Ohio and then back into PA, it chose this lovely foot path of a road.  The road surface was in decent shape but was heavily used by Amish so it had wheel ruts and horseshoe pitting on the right hand side.  We see that here around home a lot.  I hadn’t realized there was that big of Amish population in the Erie area.

I hit Erie and a LOT more traffic than I had expected.  I knew Peninsula Drive would be busy.  The beautiful weather and the fact that we’re in what are probably the last two weekends of Summer for most families was going to make Presque Isle busy.  It was WAY busier than I could have imagined.  Turned out there was a Triathlon on Presque Isle in the morning to add to all the mayhem.  I think it took 15 to 20 minutes to get the 1 1/2 miles from 26th street to the entrance of the park.  My back was killing me by this point.   I pulled off at the second parking area to take pictures of the sailboats and such on the bay and give my back a rest.  My back does pretty well on the bike but I have to stop every so often and stretch.  I had ignored it the whole way to Erie.

I had originally planned to take vacation this week and ride out to the Lancaster area this weekend.  Dad getting sick and ending up in the hospital last week changed those plans.  His health has to take precedence.  That being said, I had decided that I was still going to treat my Saturday ride as a mini-vacation.  There were a couple of things I’ve always wanted to do on Presque Isle.  I either wanted to take a pontoon boat tour or the big boat tour that takes you out on the main lake.  I love boating so either one would satisfy me.  The pontoon boat excursion was busy.  It usually is and with yesterday’s traffic, I wasn’t surprised.  I stopped at Perry Monument where the other boat tour launches.  The next trip was 3 pm.  It was a little after 2 at that point so things would work out just right.  I wondered around the monument watching the boats and kayakers to kill time.  The 90 minute boat trip out around the peninsula was relaxing and very enjoyable.  I miss being out in a boat but I don’t have the time or money to make the best use of one right now.

The other thing I have always wanted to do is to stop at Sara’s Cafe.  Its a quirky little place on the right as you come down onto the peninsula.  It is decked out in antique coca cola decor.  It is one of those places that the food doesn’t really matter.  Its a fun place to stop.  I finally made the time to stop yesterday.   I ordered a Chicago Style Italian Steak Sandwich with Onion Rings and a drink.  This place is setup to crank the people through.  I was surprised that the sandwich was so large.  I walked around and took several pictures after eating.  I like little places like that.  They are way better than Mikey D’s or the other fast food chains of today.

This place is filled with character.  Old Coca-Cola coolers are made into tables.  Vintage license plates hang on the ceiling. Neon lighting is used everywhere.  Yet for all the antique memorabilia around, this place is set to handle the crowds.  Multiple ordering stations, separated pickup areas, multiple condiment and drink stands keep things moving while picnic tables both inside and out provide plenty of guest seating.  The food prep areas are setup to handle the crowds too.  There was a fairly decent line but I don’t think I waited more than 10 minutes from the time I stepped in line until I had my grub.  I will stop there again.  Usually I am rushing to get home because I waited too long to decide to head off to Erie, so I don’t think to stop.  I didn’t care if it was dark when I got back last night since this was my ‘mini-vacation’.

After dinner and some exploring at Sara’s, I headed back home.  I let the GPS guide me again.  It had recommended a different route this time.  The first few miles were a downer as it took me down Peach Street which is a busy area around the Millcreek Mall and several other shopping outlets.  Once I got out of town, the road took a country twist, naturally.   I could have followed Rt 19 the whole way to Mercer but once again it becomes straight as an arrow, so I broke from the GPS suggested course at Meadville and head back through Conneaut Lake and Greenville.  I passed my dad coming through Hermitage so I spun Maggie around to go catch up with him.  He stopped at Long John Silver’s for dinner.   He seemed to be doing pretty well which is good after his tumble Friday.

I parked Maggie for the night about 8:30 ish.  I spent the rest of the evening posting pictures from the Invitation and the ride around Presque Isle.  I went to bed tired and sore.  Surprisingly, I slept really well.  I notice that my tan has darkened again.  It had begun to fade after not riding the whole week Dad was in the hospital and the couple days of rain we had.  I’m not sure what today will bring yet.  I’m content at them moment to just lounge around here.

All and all, A good day yesterday.  Gonna see if I can make another one today.  Catch ya ’round!

~Cappy

I haven’t posted here in about a week.   Its been a long week and I really haven’t known how to express what I’m feeling.  Depression has once again tightened its grip on me.   There have been times this week when I could have just screamed at everyone for no reason at all.  It was a lot of work just making it through the day without exploding.  I just want to be left alone to my own devices, yet I long for the right person to be there.  That person just doesn’t exist in my life and I guess they never will.

I’ve always been comfortable by myself.  I feel like such an outsider when I am in a crowded room, so much so, that I often feel more alone there than when I’m out cruising through the country side on my motorcycle.  The events of these past couple of weeks have reminded me just how alone I will be one day.

I feel old this week… very old.  I can’t say that I feel sick.  Depression has just drained my batteries.  I look at the things going on with Dad and want to curl up in a ball and cry.  I know that one day, whether its next month or 10 years down the road, I will be the last of my family.  Who will take care of me when I reach the end of my days?  I have no one.  This bother’s me more than anything I face taking care of Dad (or Mom when she was still with us).  When they are gone… I will truly be alone.  My plan is to have everything prepared so that none of my friends at the time get ‘stuck’ with me or carrying out my final arrangements.  As far as I am concerned, there need not be any calling hours or service.  The plot is already there in Haywood Cemetery beside Mom and Dad’s lots.

I ‘ve thought a lot about what I want done if I should come down with Cancer or some other terminal illness too.  No chemo. No radical treatments.  Let me rot away.   I don’t want to go through all of the rounds of successive sickness caused not by the disease but by the cure.  I will take the end as it comes.  This may sound awfully morbid to some of you (if anyone even reads this stupid thing).   I’ve had many nights of tears in the last couple of years.  Selfish as it may be, since I’m not strong enough to take my own, I will just let life take itself unimpeded by doctor’s guesses and hocus pocus.

I am no where near, at this age, where I thought I would be  when I graduated high school.  I had all these dreams.  One by one they  evaporated.  People tell me that you make your dreams into reality or that I could go back to school and learn a different path.  I’ve lost that drive.  Were that drive still alive in me, I would not be sitting in the job I now hold.  I would have taken the high road like my friends have done.  Instead, I let depression steal my faith, my dreams and my desires.  I no longer have the confidence in myself to take the leap of faith and move on.   Too many times, that leap has left me laying face down on the concrete, disappointed with my bad decisions.

Desires… I always thought I would get married and have kids not long after high school.  Again, I set goals that landed me flat on my ass.  For the longest time I chased financial stability instead of taking the time to find the right person.  I finally realized that I needed to be satisfied with who I was and try to settle down.  I began pushing to find someone.   Time and time, I became the brother or the special friend.   Every time this happened a new wall went up around my heart.   I finally thought I found someone and tore down those walls, only to find they too had walls and I was not their answer.  I finally gave up completely and have resigned myself to the fact that I will die alone,  possibly more alone than I can imagine.   I guess that’s better than becoming another divorce statistic… who knows.

I talk about my cat, Tink, a lot.  She has been the one saving grace in my life.  She seems to know when I’m down.  Even as I write this, she occasionally comes in and rubs around my leg or reaches up to my arm to get my attention.  She and I have had many ‘talks’ since I got her.   She probably thinks I”m crazy too.  At least she doesn’t say it.

I joked around earlier in a Twitter/Facebook post that I should go out and get drunk like the rest of the world.  It doesn’t work for me.  I never saw how making yourself feel sick helped anything.  It’s not my way of defining ‘a fun weekend’.   That said… maybe that is half the problem.  My definition and the rest of the world’s don’t match.   I don’t fit in.  Oh well.  You live until you die and then it doesn’t matter any way.

Enough for tonight.

~Cappy

 

Sometimes I get myself into things because of things people know I can do.  This past week I got a call asking me to do sound for wedding at the West Middlesex Presbyterian Church.  Originally, I was going to say know.  I ended up saying I would do it.  I wasn’t doing much anyway Saturday so that I would be in the area if Dad needed something.  I went to the rehearsal Thursday night.  It wasn’t much of a rehearsal as the wedding party showed up 45 minutes late.   They didn’t have the music or anything, a fact that would turn into a theme.  Pastor and I talked on Saturday as we waited for the bride to arrive with the music and program/bulletin.  How do you wing a wedding when you are in someone else’s church?  Neither he or I go there.  I knew a little about the church from working with their dinner theater group, but where do you come up with music etc.

The bride finally arrived.  She had burnt her music to a DVD.  DVDs won’t play in standard CD players.  I was handed a three CD set of wedding music and told play whatever I want except the Wedding March because that was to be used when she was coming down the aisle.   Pastor and I went through the program and discussed where he normally liked to have music.  I selected a couple songs on the fly and jotted them down where he said they should go.  The wedding went off well for being finalized at the last minute.  The bride was happy with everything.

After the wedding, I went home and crashed for a bit.  I’ve been having some extra pains down my legs since I carried the air conditioners up and down the steps the other day.  It has been very difficult to get to sleep.  I probably aggravated everything more today.  I have had a set of driving lights since Christmas.  I needed to get them on the truck.  The temperature was cool this morning so I took a stab at it.  They came out well but I am already feeling it in my back.  Pills before bed… Maybe even some ice.

Saturday night I went to Rick White’s bachelor party.  Lots of good food.  Chicken on the spit.  Mmmmmm.   I stayed till around Midnight.  I had ridden the bike since the evening temps were comfortable.  The ride home was a wee bit cooler.  I had taken a little heavier jacket.  I was very glad of that.  I’m sure the cold damp air didn’t help my back any.  Oh well, Can’t stay inside all the time.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve noticed certain things bug the heck out of me and other things that used to torque my chain don’t matter.  Bigotry is one thing that I have less and less tolerance for.  People are people to me.  Black, White, Hispanic, Gay, Straight, or whatever label you want to put on someone means little to me anymore.  My personal experience has led me to believe that as long as someone doesn’t force their beliefs on me then that’s cool.  I read someone’s post this weekend about their son finding out his friend was gay and how well he handled it.  How else is he supposed to handle it.  If the person is truely your friend, his/her differences don’t matter.  There is no instruction manual that says “If you don’t believe the way I do you are not my friend”.  We are all different and its those differences that make us who we are.

That being said, I’ve heard some things come out of my own family’s mouths that just boggle my mind.  You have never spent time with a black person or a gay person if your first word out of your mouth is some stereotypical slang or derogatory remark.  I have many friends that come from all walks of life.  I’ve been treated better by most of them than by the “White” race that I am apart of.  If I’m stepping on toes, I’m sorry.  I have gotten up and walked away from conversations of that type over and over… Twice this weekend.  I may come from a backwoods area of Pennsylvania but that by no means gives anyone the right to be rude or ignorant just because that’s how things used to be.  We don’t live in that world anymore.  I may not believe in certain lifestyles or people’s beliefs but I have grown enough in myself to realize that doesn’t make them some evil monster that should be feared or put down.

I was asked this weekend what church I attend.  I told the person that I don’t attend any Church because the Church itself became the stumbling block to my faith.  I still have faith and believe but I’m not going to let a group of people in some building make me feel uncomfortable for being there.  Your Church Family is supposed to be the one place you feel loved no matter what happens or where you are in life.  When that place becomes intolerant, then it is hypocritical and not where I’d prefer to be.  The Bible says we should have love one for another and they know we are christians by our love.  I don’t know where it says you should ostracize someone because they don’t want to sing the same hymns as you or paint the church their favorite color.  Ok.. End of Rant.

I think its time to take a couple pills and head off to the land of knod.  Here’s to a great week… ummmm… yeah…

See ya!

~Cappy