The dream

September 19, 2020

picture from Hemmings

I awoke from a dream so real this morning I could smell the cigarette
smoke and stale beer. In the dream three of us were bar hopping in a 1952 Willys Aero Ace as shown above. Among those of us in the Willys, and drinking, I was the only one still alive.

By that I mean my Mom, brother, and myself, decided to take a
totally trashed Willys that rode like it had three square wheels
and visit some dives with honkeytonk jukeboxes. Said bars even had
the jar of pickled boiled eggs sitting in front of the taps.

For some reason I was designated driver of the wayward Willys and
both the beer and peanuts tasted stale. We started at a skid row bar
where I made sure to get cigarettes out of the machine to ensure I
didn’t run out.

Then the dream got strange. At least to me it got stranger than
drinking with two dead relatives and driving a car none of us ever
had, but I digress. We ended up at a place that had the shortest bar
we’d ever seen. It was long enough for four bar stools and filled
up as soon as the three of us sat down.

The juke box was full of songs by Merle Haggard, Patsy Cline, Lefty
Frizzell, Hank Williams, and more. But this bar entered the Twilight
Zone when we noticed the ‘bottomless’ beer glasses. No matter how
long you sipped your beer the glass never got empty and the beer
stayed cold.

That’s when I woke up and realized it was just a dream. After all,
I haven’t had a beer since 1987! But it was good to spend time with
Mom and John again even if it wasn’t real.

Enjoy our Saturday. Now for more coffee and leftover pizza.
Comments are always welcome.

What a visit!

July 30, 2020


Went over to visit Dad yesterday a little apprehensive about how
he was doing. He was feeling a lot better and we were both smiling
when I left. While his short term memory is almost gone, he does
remember things that happened years ago.

He asked if a friend was still living who used to take a roll of
nickels to the Casino. When his roll of nickels was in the slot
machine he’d leave. The Casino wasn’t going to get all his money! And
he has passed away.

He asked about my old drinking buddy who would walk into a bar and shout “anybody in here Wanna fight?” If anyone said yes they’d step outside and get it on. Far as I know he moved out of state. We still remain friends even though I quit drinking in 1987.

Then he told the story of a neighbor in the old neighborhood. Lived
across the street from the folks and raised chickens for eggs. The
guy thought he’d pull a prank and put a live chicken on the enclosed
porch. When the neighbor came around later he was surprised the
chicken was gone.

When said neighbor asked what happened to the chicken, Dad said ‘we ate it’. Dad couldn’t believe the guy didn’t think he knew what to do with a chicken. Dad said, just wrung its neck, plucked it, and ate it. The Antique Farmer wasn’t an antique then, but it was known he did farm.

Then it was time to leave so we said our goodbyes as he sank back
in his recliner with a big smile on his face. Times like these will
be remembered until I’m gone.

Enjoy our Thursday as it’s the only one we get this week. Now I
need more coffee.
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Looking back

July 27, 2020

This wasn’t meant to be an afternoon post but I kept changing between two different ideas and lost my train of thought. As my body gets older it seems if I don’t act on something while it’s fresh in my mind the thought vanishes.

Decided to go with a story on when I first started my contracting
business instead of the other, more serious, thought. 45 years ago I
ran an ad to drum up business and the first person who answered
said ad was a lady 30 years my senior. This lady was also the last
person I worked for before retirement.

Over the years we became friends and would often take her along to
Cruise-Ins and other such events. We’d all have supper then walk
around and look at the cars. I remember the first time she went
along when I asked her what she thought of the cruise.

‘Lordy, I sure don’t remember the cars being that colorful when
they were new’ was her response. Over the decades it got to the
point she didn’t want to go along anymore and although it saddened
us, we respected her decision.

Things almost ended with a fight between her son and myself when he
called and told me to make her go. I got a little irate over that and
told him I would not kidnap his mother to go out with us. Not long
after that conversation he put her in a nursing home. We would visit
her even though she didn’t remember us.

She died not long after being put in the home yet working with this
lady was by far the highlight of my time in business. All we have now
are memories and I’m glad to at least have that.

Enjoy our Monday as another week of 2020 begins. Now I need more
coffee and some tacos.
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Memory Lane 2.0

July 17, 2020

Got to thinking about how things have changed since I was a lad in
50s and early 60s. We had no cell phones, computers, electronic
games, and stores closed on Sunday. We went to church on Sunday and ate what was on the table or did without. We got whopping and had to pick the switch; there were no time outs, and going out to eat out was a special event. Everybody would stand a face the flag during the National Anthem.

After homework we had chores to do, sat down to dinner as a family,
then watched one of 3 channels on the black and white TV. We didn’t have air-conditioning or gas furnaces. We had a fan when it hot and were in the basement to shovel coal to keep the heat on when
it was cold.

We weren’t rich, but we were happy. We never got bored as we always had something to do. In the summer we topped onions or worked the corn while winter meant making money shoveling walks. Go to the swimming pool? That was a luxury and you could swim in the river for free. Of course after swimming in the river you needed a bath to get rid of the smell.

Some say that was a hard life, but I can’t figure out why. It gave
us the notion that hard work pays off and set priorities that still
exist today. I remember well as I ponder what the hell happened while we were all busy building our lives.

Next we’ll hear somebody took the gravel out of Memory Lane and
replaced it with cement. Enjoy our Friday while keeping cool. Now
for more coffee and some pizza.
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Looking back

July 16, 2020

Had another visit with Dad yesterday and after giving him his
donuts and making coffee, we talked. Mentioned family, old friends,
the virus, family pets long gone, the farm, and the new Bronco.

He mentioned Mom, who’s been gone 10 years now, and how he thought she was the most stubborn woman he ever met. Had to laugh when he said you couldn’t tell her she couldn’t do something because she’d say ‘watch me’.

We talked of friends who were in our lives and then passed on. His
list was much longer than mine. And mentioned how each had left an
impression that stayed with us after they were gone.

Dad said he was practicing social distancing because with his
walker in front of him, nobody could get close to him. Even
claimed he cleaned his computer every day and lifted a pad of paper
and pencil to prove it. They did look clean.

He was never much of a pet person but had fond memories of a dog
named Charlie. This dog was huge and sometimes mistaken for a tiger
because of his markings. The dog was big enough to put his paws on
your shoulders and lick your face if you got too close.

Then we walked down memory lane a ways as he lamented about the sound of a John Deere 2-cylender and the legendary popping sound they made. Of course the old 2 seater outhouse was mentioned as he
claimed it had heat and air conditioning. Hot in the summer and cold in the winter.

Finally, I mentioned the new Bronco and that with options it could
cost $60,000. He remembered them from the 60s and said ‘for that
little bitty thing?’ He seemed amazed. I told him the new ones were
wider but he wasn’t impressed.

Time came to say goodbye and head for home, while as usual we both
had smiles on our faces. Days like that make life a little better.
Enjoy our Thursday as that means the weekend is only a dream away.
Now I need to find out who keeps draining my coffee cup.
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What luck

February 13, 2020

The scan on the desktop took 2 days and said there is nothing wrong with it but it still won’t let me log in. So I got the laptop going again to post while I pull my hair out. Since the desktop has Windows 7, guess it’s about time to get a newer operating system if I can’t figure it out.

In other news, the wife and I have been eating healthy the last few days and it dammed near killed me! Well not really, but I was going through pizza withdrawal with all the vegetables. Have now decided to go back on my pizza routine and leave the healthy eating to the wife. We’ll keep you posted on how that works.

Also went over to Dads today and had a good chat. We talked of all kinds of things from the winter of 36′, old John Deere tractors, and he even hinted if I made some chili he’d like some. His caregiver got me laughing when she asked me about being self-employed. She was thinking of doing it herself until I told her a little of what all was involved.

The caregiver also mentioned how much she hates Trump and wants someone in the Oval Office that would fix the economy. I replied I thought the economy was doing good and she agreed but said she couldn’t give Trump credit for that. She’s welcome to her opinion.

And we got some white fluffy love above and are supposed to get more into tomorrow before the temperatures here on the east coast of Iowa drop into the deep freeze. Might as say enjoy our Thursday as we’ll be there in another hour anyway. Now for more coffee and some pizza rolls.
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Of great days

November 19, 2019

Had one of the those two fer days that started out with an overcast
drizzly day and was still drizzling when we got home. Left early to
pick up donuts and visit Dad then went to Steel Plow Burger Company
for lunch.

The visit with went good and as happens talk turned to the farm.
Dad recalled the time Mom wore a red sweater with her skirt and he told her not to get near the bull. Then he added ‘you know how it goes when you tell a woman no’.

Well she got near the bull, the bull took notice and charged, but
there is a happy ending. Dad said he never saw a woman in a dress
clear a 6 foot tall barb wire fence so fast before or since. He also said she didn’t have a tear on her dress or any cuts!

We talked of the distinctive sound of the Johnny Poppers, old sugar
wagons, and life in general. Not long after that it was time to go
and we said our goodbyes. When I got home the wife and I thought we would try out the gourmet burger place and we did.

The Steel Plow Burger Company had me when I noticed a bison burger
could be had with my choice of cheese. So it was a bison burger on
an onion roll with pepper jack cheese and lettuce, tomato, onion,
and lettuce to make it healthy. The wife got a ham and cheese with
a bowl of soup.

After a short chat with my oldest son the food came. The bison
burger was a perfect fit and the french fries were good too. The
wife claimed her chicken enchilada soup and sandwich was good also.
So we left to return home with full stomachs and smiles on our
faces. If you live close you should give the Steel Plow a try to
curb your burger pains.

Enjoy our Tuesday and tomorrow we watch out for camels. Now I
have to keep moving so I don’t nod off. More coffee is in order.
Comments are always welcome.

What a walk

November 6, 2019


Our local election is over, the results are in, and don’t believe
too many are surprised by the results. If you live around a while and
follow such things you come to realize incumbents usually get the nod
and keep their positions.

Late again as it’s nice out and I’ve been enjoying the weather before
it turns cold. Our high is supposed to be 50 today yet next Tuesday
the high is predicted to be 20. Not really ready for that kind of
change yet.

I have also noticed the wildlife has been absent the last few days
and don’t know if it’s because they feel the weather change coming or
it has been too windy. At any rate I’ll keep bringing the camera out
with me and will get more pictures.

The visit with Dad went great and he was in a decent mood again so
felt like talking. We talked of memories of how cold an outhouse was
in the winters when you needed to use it, wringer wash machines,
how the wash used to get hung on clotheslines, John Deere tractors,
and Model T Fords.

When I left we were smiling from our walk down memory lane and the
feeling lasted. Even thoughts of the sulfur tasting well water had
me grinning. So many memories on those 200 acres. Even though the
buildings are gone now I plan to visit sometime soon.

Enjoy our Wednesday as we will. Now for some more coffee and a big
cheeseburger for a snack.
Comments are always welcome.

Little talk

October 14, 2019

Over the weekend the Harvest Full Moon appeared and looked full all weekend. We’ve already posted Fridays moon and here now is Saturdays. We would show Sundays but clouds kept the moon from coming out to play.

So I was glad for the talk with the man in moon on Saturday. Here on the east coast of Iowa the temperatures have dropped into the basement at night and we’ve had frost warnings. That could be why the critters are hard to find.

The man in moon claimed he liked nights like Saturdays as the sky was
so inky black he felt he stood out and shined brighter. Couldn’t argue
with him there. That night reminded of some nights at sea when with
just the light of the moon it seemed liked you could see every detail
around you.

The caps on the waves would glow in the dark much like the water
churned up by the props and the gentle rocking of the ship changed
your view slightly.

The wife worked over the weekend and claimed she didn’t know there was a full moon until she got to work. She claims people act different when there is a full moon yet I think some people act different all the time. We will have more pictures just as soon as the critters get used to the change in the weather and stay out longer or I find something else to get a shot of.

Enjoy our Monday. Now for more coffee and some pizza rolls.
Comments are always welcome.

Truck talking

October 1, 2019

Had a good visit with Dad this morning that went longer than usual and I’m still grinning. When the mood strikes him he talks up a storm. Today he was in a mood to talk about some of the things that happened during his 30+ years of being a trucker.

He talked of the time he was heading toward a small town down a hill
and got stopped for speeding. He kept arguing the truck couldn’t go
fast enough to speed unless one pushed it off a tall cliff. He still
got the ticket.

Been there done that. And he mentioned another driver who dropped his trailer at the terminal and left with the Tractor for a date. That driver ended up in jail and Dad had to get it and drive it back. We laughed at many old stories, and a few new ones.

His caregiver shared some pictures of her family and life on the farm.
She wanted to have one enlarged and cropped and asked if I knew of
someplace to do it. I did and told her and she replied that if her
first choice didn’t pan out she’d try mine.

Nobody seemed to know where the year went with it being October and Dad wondered how it got to be Tuesday so quick. He claims he lost Monday and couldn’t figure out where it went. I didn’t lose Monday so I had no idea where it went.

Enjoy our first Tuesday in October as we may be turning on the heat
for October 2nd. Now for more coffee.
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