Old Farts

March 16, 2018

I had a senior moment (brain fart) that must have went on all
day as everything is a blank after our trip to the grocery store
to load up on coffee, Snicker’s, and pizza. So I’ll share this
that the wife shared with me.

Old Farts Pride

Old Farts are easy to spot at sporting events during the playing of the National Anthem —

Old Farts remove their caps and stand at attention and sing without embarrassment.
They know the words and believe in them.

Old Farts remember World War II, Pearl Harbour , Guadalcanal , Normandy and Hitler. They remember the Atomic Age, the Korean War, The Cold War, the Jet Age and the Moon Landing. They remember the 50 plus Peacekeeping Missions from 1945 to 2005, not to mention Vietnam .

If you bump into an Old Fart on the sidewalk he will apologize.
If you pass an Old Fart on the street he will nod or tip his cap to a lady.
Old Farts trust strangers and are courtly to women.

Old Farts hold the door for the next person and always, when walking, make certain the lady is on the inside for protection.

Old Farts get embarrassed if someone curses in front of women and children and they don’t like any filth or dirty language on TV or in movies.

Old Farts have moral courage and personal integrity. They seldom brag unless it’s about their children or grandchildren.

It’s the Old Farts who know our great country is protected not by politicians but by the young men and women in the military serving their country.

This country needs Old Farts with their work ethic, sense of responsibility, pride in their country and decent values.

We need them now more than ever.

Thank God for Old Farts!


Just some pictures

March 9, 2018

Knowing the wife was working later I got early today anyway and
am glad I did. Even after sunrise the sky was amazing. So here
are a few pictures of it.

Another thing noticed was although we’re warming up a bit here
our feathered friends aren’t sharing the love. Could have
something to do with the feral cats getting older or perhaps
the birds are waiting for just a bit more warmth. Whatever the
cause they’re making themselves scarce. Since we did manage to
get some pictures of the birds we’ll share a few of those.

If this warming trend picks up we could be in the 50s around
Wednesday. And we spring forward this weekend to welcome
Daylight Savings Time even though I’m not a big fan. What’s
wrong with just leaving things as they are without the two time
changes a year?

Finally, I dreamed of being on a ship at sea again and am not
sure if that means I didn’t stay in long enough, stayed too long,
or if it means anything. But I did still have my sea legs in said

So enjoy our Friday as it will seem like a couple days have
gone by and Monday will be here. Now I need some coffee and one
of the boxes of animal crackers we picked up today.
Comments are always welcome.

Sorry about that

March 8, 2018

I had good intentions of getting a post out yesterday, until I
got distracted. I started a new e-book and didn’t put it back
down until I finished it 18 hours later. That doesn’t happen
often but when it does I’m busy.

The book is ‘The Mark’ by Jason Pinter. According to book cover
he is an Internationally acclaimed author yet I had never read
any of his work before. And it’s a hard book to explain but here
is what I got out of it.

A 24-year-old college graduate gets a job at a large New York
City newspaper, which is all he had hoped for. Until he gets
asked by a veteran crime reporter to do an interview with an
ex-con. The kid does the interview but felt he was being lied
to so returns in search of the truth.

When he reaches the ex-cons apartment he hears sounds that
suggest violence, kicks in the door, and comes face to face with
an armed man terrorizing the ex-con and his wife. When the
gunman threatens to kill the wife if he doesn’t get the
“package” this kid grapples with him and the gunman ends up

He soon finds out the dead man is a cop and the FBI, New York
City Police, and a mob hit man are after him and his face is
plastered across every news source calling him a cop killer. By
sheer luck he manages to elude them all and find the package
that the mob wants back and the police are interested in.

Even though he is never armed he is shot twice, some FBI agents
and mob members are killed, and he ends up going from Public
Enemy Number 1 to exonerated in full. He even gets his old job
back. It sounds almost corny yet this writer pulls it off if
you like the genre.

There is more to story but I don’t want to ruin it in case
someone who reads this post gets the book. And now I need some
more coffee and a Snicker’s bar to wash it down with. Enjoy our
Thursday as that means the weekend is only a dream away.
Comments are always welcome.

Of interesting incidents

March 6, 2018

Sometimes the best intentions land one in situations that are
tougher than an old boot. Today I attempted to do something nice
for Dad and ended up in the Twilight Zone. I went through it and
still don’t believe it.

On the way over to Dads house this morning I stopped in a
grocery store that had a bakery and sold fresh bakery goods each
morning to feed those with a sweet tooth. After looking around
some sweet rolls with blueberry globs in the middle caught my

Dad loves blueberries so I wandered to the front and the
cashiers that awaited me there. And the Twilight Zone awaited.
The little machine that reads the credit/debit cards refused to
recognize my card. Since I don’t carry cash, I didn’t get the rolls.

No problem, I was in a store that had a branch of my bank in
the store. So the ATM beside this branch also informed me my card
was invalid. Walking around to the teller windows a sign
informed me the bank didn’t open until 9 am. It was 8:23 am when
I read it.

So I cruised over to Dads and after a good visit returned to
the bank in the store at 9:45 am. The nice lady behind the
counter took my card, typed something on a keyboard, and got a
strange look on her face. You know, the one someone gets if they
suck on a lemon.

She then said my account was flagged for fraud and asked if I
was in another country two days earlier. I naturally replied
that I was not. She then claimed that my account was flagged
due to charge for an International Border Crossing fee. Lord
love a duck.

I was invited into a little cubicle and tried to get to the
bottom of the problem. The lady told me I would get a new card
and I was not a happy camper as that would mean notifying those
who direct deposit into the account and the automatic payments
that go out.

My account was frozen over this border crossing fee which
turned out to be 8 cents! Luckily I kept my wits about
me and did finally walk out with my old card working like it
did before the ‘fraud’. In the end a company I’ve been dealing
with for over 3 years added the 8 cent fee on a separate
invoice and made my day interesting.

Enjoy our Tuesday and the white fluffy love from above.
Comments are always welcome.

It’s an Iowa thing

March 5, 2018

What a day! It started out with rain which later turned into
sleet and ended up snow by the afternoon. That just means
another day in Iowa where we see three seasons. Since we had
some running to do later in the day we ran into the sleet and
snow before cruising back home.

Due to the weather the birds were not around and only one of
feral cats ventured to food bowl for a snack. The winds tried
to rattle whatever could be rattled and blow away what couldn’t.
A day not fit for man or beast and I loved it.

A pair of cardinals did brave the elements after it started to
snow, but didn’t look too happy about having to do so.

As you may have guessed, I was out with the camera just in case
something caught my eye. The wife called me crazy again, the
camera got a little wet, and I grinning like a fool. Because before
long days like this will be gone as we get into the warmer

Perhaps the last hurrah of winter before we get into spring and
later summer. We enjoyed it and hope you enjoyed your Monday as
much we did. Now I need more coffee and a donut so I can last
until my midnight pizza.
Comments are always welcome.

It’s not my fault

March 2, 2018

Last night I had a dream between trips to the head. It wasn’t
as strange as some yet seemed so real I woke up tired. This
dream involved a wooden hulled sailing vessel loaded with
Conestoga wagons and headed for Japan.

In the dream we did everything including loading said wagon into
the hold. Because this occurred in la-la land each wagon had to
be disassembled on the dock, carried to the hold, then get
reassembled. And halfway through the trip we ran into a typhoon
at sea.

I almost came to yelling ‘Land Ho’! When I looked at the clock
it showed we were late for our weekly trip to the grocery store.
After waking the wife and jumping into some denim we made our
way to the mecca of all things edible almost an hour late. And
I was worn out by the time we made it past the produce

Even with the lack of sleep, inability to shake the foggy
brain, and need of coffee we completed our trip only forgetting
half of what we should have got. Due to this fact I will left
with the option of either eating animal crackers plain, or
putting catsup on them.

I guess there’s always the option of making some frosting but
that isn’t going to happen today. My goal at this point is just
to survive this day. If I dream tonight I hope I dream I’m a
tractor. It explains the snoring and isn’t as stressful.

Enjoy our Friday as it means spring is getting closer. In just
9 days we go to Daylight Savings Time and in 18 more days spring
will officially arrive.
Comments are always welcome.

Got it wrong?

February 28, 2018

A friend sent a link to a site that promised the honest truth
about you according to your birthday. Not usually having any
success with such sites I decided ‘why not?’

His birthday is about a month after mine and his result said:
“He puts on a brave face every day, but the truth is that he
feels everything very deeply. He is an incredibly sensitive
person and he cares for the ones he loves more than anyone could
ever imagine.”

Sounded almost like poetry to me, and the results would have to
similar for me, or so I thought. Mine turned out slightly
different and sounded more like a judge announcing sentence.
Mine said “He will never give up without a fight. He has been
through a lot in his life and it has built up an inner strength
that cannot be easily broken. He has the confidence to know what
he deserves in life and he has no problem fighting for what he

Wait a minute. Why does mine mention fighting twice? This may
have been a good description 25 years ago but not today. It
sounds like a stranger to me yet when I read it to the wife and
mentioned my thoughts she laughed. Granted I have been through
a lot, but I am 66 years old! And I am bull-headed and it’s
pretty hard to change my mind. And I do go in with confidence
when I believe I’ve been slighted.

Oh. Perhaps it’s a better description that I first thought.
Enjoy our Wednesday anyway.
Comments are always welcome.