Auction thoughts

January 19, 2018

After watching hours of the Scottsdale auction today I came to
the same conclusion as other years. Some people have more money
than sense. Being the start of the weekend most cars brought six
figure prices.

A good example of this is the 2019 Bullit Mustang that went for
$300,000 to a charity picked by Steve McQueens son. The first
car built, a good cause, and every penny went to the charity.

Some of us remember the Charger from the Fast and the Furious.
It was one of the cars built and had a small block chevy with a
single 4 barrel under the non-functioning blower. It brought in
$140,000. That was either for bragging rights or somebody
doesn’t work hard enough for their money.

In todays auction the restored cars kept up with the muscle
cars, resto-rods, and custom builds. That seemed like a good
thing to this humble observer. Tomorrow the gloves will come off
and the prices will escalate. It will be interesting to see a
vehicle hit $1 million.

If you get the Velocity channel you may want to tune in
starting at around 3 pm again tomorrow. Or, coverage goes until
until 3 am tonight also.

Enjoy the rest of our Friday as it’s the last one we get this
week. Now I need some more coffee.
Comments are always welcome.

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Fair weather Navy?

January 10, 2018

A recent opinion piece in the Navy Times leads me to believe we
have been very lucky we haven’t had more collisions and fatal
mistakes than we have.

In the opinion of the author, a 2nd class petty officer, the
problems lie with the higher ups. In a policy based modern Navy
the E-5 believes the problem lies with civilian officials or
high-ranking Navy personnel who haven’t performed the tasks they
make the policy about.

And also the claim that the Chiefs care more about looking good
than being good. Perhaps this modern Navy forgot the Admirals
Law. Nothing is impossible for the man who doesn’t have to do
it.

To paint the entire Navy with the same brush does an injustice
to all. There are good non-coms just as there are good sailors.
Some commissioned officers are inspiring while others make you
bite your tongue.

And the military does run on rules which means somebody has to
make the rules. We don’t always agree with them. These days
everyone is looking for a solution. Why not go back to the Blue
Book and see what it says. I’ll bet I wouldn’t recognize it
since 40 years have past since my discharge.

We don’t know the answer as we don’t have all the facts. Now
isn’t the time for rash judgements based on scuttlebutt. The
problems are there and we hope they will be adressed.

Now I need more coffee while I’m ponder the 1 pound Snickers
bar and if it is a single serving. Enjoy our Wednesday.
Comments are always welcome.


Thoughts on New Years day

January 1, 2018

Well it’s the first day of a new year and people have been
asking about my resolution. My answer is simple, I don’t do
resolutions. I’m going to be the same opinionated, foul mouthed,
but lovable, person I was last year.

I’ve always believed the new year is book with 365 blank pages.
As the year goes on we fill the pages and at the end of the year
we hope it’s at least interesting. On this first day when I went
outside to feed the feral cats it was -17 degrees with a wind
chill of -40 degrees. It was about the same when I put feed out
for the birds.

Here on the east coast of Iowa we have been under a Wind Chill
Advisory since Thursday that is in effect until Tuesday morning.
The wife hates it even though I tell her it will cut down on
the bugs come summer.

And tonight we should get a real treat if the sky stays clear.
The first full moon of 2018 will also be a super moon. At 8:26
pm Central Time, the moon will be as close to the earth as it will
get all year. Last night when I started the car for the wife the
moon lit up the sky like God left a night light on for us.

So enjoy our first Monday in the new year as we won’t have
another like it until this time next year. Now, I’m a quart low
on coffee and know how to use the coffee maker.
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Post Christmas thoughts

December 26, 2017

I know this post is late, but it’s a beautiful day and I’ve
been outside enjoying it. White fluffy love from above covers
the landscape and the temperature just hit a balmy 5 degrees.
The only downside is I have a song stuck in my head.

I’ll try the ‘Happy Birthday’ trick and that should fix the fly
in the ointment. We hope your Christmas was a special as ours
turned out to be and we heard at some stores the Valentine’s
Day displays are up. But we still have the spirit.

We even took a trip down memory lane to past winters and the
things we did in our youth. My stroll involved ice skating for
miles on frozen cricks (creeks to the city folk), and sledding
down the steep hills in the area. One particularly snowy winter
we even built and igloo in the back yard and spent hours inside
amazed that it didn’t crumble down on us.

The lady who follows me around still calls me crazy, but who
doesn’t go outside when the wind chill is below zero to take
pictures of icecicles dangling from the eaves? If that makes me
crazy I thank God he’s allowed to be me. And Him and myself
have no problem with that.

I just don’t see the sense in trying to be someone I’m not. So
enjoy our first post Christmas Tuesday as I know we are. Now, I
need more coffee as I am a quart low.
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Awake in a dream

December 8, 2017

After watching the sunset set fire to the sky I remembered
that I forget to get something written here. For some reason
my brain has been laser focused on trying to decipher a dream
I’ve had for the last 3 nights.

The wife and I are still married in the dream and things start
out normal until we realize said dream is set in the 1940s. We
live in a house I’ve never seen and our daily driver is a
1941 Chevy. Not much strange there as old cars have been a part
of life for 50 years.

The strange part comes when Mom pulls up in 1936 LaSalle
convertible. To my knowledge my folks never owned a convertible
or a LaSalle. When Mom gets out of the car I notice her
familiar blonde hair is different. Halfway down the length of
her hair it is black. She’s been gone for 7 years now yet never
had black hair either.

Right about then I wake up and wonder what’s going on. It may
have no meaning at all much like the cardinals I’ve been
seeing more of lately but still I wonder. It was almost like
at some point she’d dyed her hair black and let it grow out
so the top half would be blonde.

And now I have to start the chores I should have gotten done
during the day. At least the critters got fed. Which reminds
me, I haven’t eaten anything yet today and we restocked the
frozen pizza section of our freezer.

Enjoy our Friday. Here on the east coast of Iowa we have a
dusting of snow in the forecast for tonight,
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No more for us

December 6, 2017

Imagine our surprise when the wife stopped to buy a Wednesday
edition of our local paper and was told it now cost $4! Last
week it was $1.50. We realize costs go up and some increases
in price is needed but decided the ads aren’t worth it
anymore.

Last Sunday I stopped to get a Sunday paper and was told it
was now $4. That wasn’t hard to take as it was $3 before the
increase. Both newspapers are thick, but when you extract the
advertisements it thins down to what the weekday paper used to
be.

First customer service went to hell in a handbasket and now
the price jump? No thanks. We will no longer be purchasing the
paper on Wednesday and Sunday either. It just isn’t worth the
effort and money.

Since shopping isn’t one of our hobbies we’ll just get the
same ads, for free, at the places we do shop. The paper used to
be handy for checking the obituaries before making plans, but I’m
at an age now that I don’t even check the expiration date on
perishibles.

I remember delivering this same paper when the daily was a
dime, the Sunday edition a quarter, and customer service
mattered. At the prices being charged today I don’t think we’ll
miss the paper, or attitude.

Enjoy our Wednesday as I know we will. Now I need more coffee
and a waffle.
Comments are always welcome.


Decision Day

December 1, 2017

We survived 11 months this year only to arrive at December
Decision Day. To the uninitiated, December 1st is the day some
of us old farts decide if we shop the wifes’ Christmas gift now
or just wait until it gets a little closer. Say like around
the 22nd.

My decision is complicated by the fact that our Anniversary is
on the 21st. This usually involves venturing out on the 18th or
19th to purchase said Anniversary gift. Sometimes I even get
her Christmas gift then also, but not always.

As a senior citizen it is hard to remember two things at once.
And after all, if I buy an Anniversary gift on the 18th
Christmas is still a week away. No sense rushing into anything.
I’m not big on shopping in the first place and usually only go
when my foot comes out the wrong of my sock.

But it is the holiday and so far I’m come through with a gift
that doesn’t leave me in the dog house, very often. And, as is
usual, I haven’t decided yet when I will venture out amidst the
hoards to find the gift.

This is one old fart who thinks that Decision Day should be
a National Holiday. It’s stressful enough to count. We’ll end
this on that note as I have a lot of planning to do. Now I need
more coffee to get the old brain working again.

Enjoy our Friday and let the Christams Walks begin.
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