Monday, September 29, 2014

Bless you, Bergeron’s

gunswelcomeYou may think otherwise – in which case you’re wrong – but I feel a whole lot safer in a restaurant or business that encourages customers to carry their guns.

I get a little twitchy when I dine at Memphis restaurants where guns are banned, i.e., the patrons are at the mercy of bad guys who ignore the “No Guns” signs.

That also includes:

  • Starbucks
  • Chipotle
  • Panera
  • Target
  • Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse
  • Buffalo Wild Wings
  • Ruby Tuesday
  • Hooters
  • Regal Cinemas

There are many more. These are just the ones that come to mind.

An armed society is a polite society.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Maria’s contribution

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David Head auctioned the quilt Maria made and donated to the Pleasant Grove United Methodist Church's 8th annual ice cream social and auction in Jonesboro last evening.

The quilt earned $210 for the church's coffers. David's wife Cheryl, whose mother died earlier this year and left a huge stash of fabric, passed much of it on to Maria and Maria used it to create the quilt.

The Heads own a cattle ranch on the other side of the woods from our house and are great neighbors. Visit their website at http://nineoaksbeef.com/index.html

Saturday, September 27, 2014

A standout performance this morning from Clay

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Maria and I drove up to Greene County Tech’s campus this morning to photograph our neighbor boy Clay Holland’s football game.

Clay is an outstanding member of his team’s defensive line and repeatedly sliced through the opposition’s line like a hot knife through butter.

His team lost, but Clay was very impressive, making some great tackles.

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Friday, September 26, 2014

The oldest family photo I have–it’s a tintype

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This is a tintype most likely made in the 1860s or 1870s. (That was the heyday of tintypes.)

I believe one of the couples are my great-grandparents John G. Dietz (1839-1918) and Elizabeth Ray Dietz (1844-1923). They were married Feb. 11, 1871.

I'm reasonably sure it's the couple on the right. John G. and Elizabeth are buried in Rock Creek Cemetery, Carroll County, Ind. If I had to bet, I'd say this tintype was probably made in a studio in Logansport.

I have their kitchen table in my Arkansas kitchen.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Cannonball bikes stolen, recovered

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Five antique Harley-Davidsons, four of which completed the 3,000+ mile Pre-1937 Cannonball Endurance Run, were stolen yesterday morning along with a pickup truck and trailer from a Tacoma hotel parking lot.

The trailer and bikes – minus spare engines and some parts – were recovered today at the Port of Tacoma where they were apparently about to be shipped overseas. The truck turned up at a different location.

I am reminded of the time in the 1990s when I spent an uneasy night in a Tacoma Motel 6. When I was loading my bike the next morning an Air Force officer loading her car in the adjacent parking spot, said, “I’m surprised your bike is still here this morning.” The officer was in Tacoma visiting her husband who was stationed nearby. She said there was a lot of gang activity in the area and vehicle thefts were commonplace.

I guess it helps that BMWs are rarely targeted for theft because dirtbags see more profit in Japanese sportbikes and Harleys.

I consider this one more reason to give Tacoma a wide berth when traveling in the Pacific Northwest.

Cinnamon and Honey? Seems to work.

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I noticed a Facebook posting the other day about the efficacy of cinnamon and honey for a host of ailments, including indigestion. (http://p2t2solutions.com/cinnamon-honey-18-home-remedies-for-better-health/)

So I checked the pantry and confirmed we have a large container of powdered cinnamon, then bought a 5 pound jar of Sue Bee Honey at Sam’s Club.

I’ve been mixing about a teaspoon of cinnamon and a tablespoon of honey in warm milk and drinking it first thing in the morning and last thing at night.

The first change I’ve noticed is that I no longer wake up in the middle of the night with indigestion which I blamed on diabetic gastro paresis (look it up). My stomach feels surprisingly settled and I’ve slept soundly the last few nights.

I was getting over a cold when I started the cinnamon and honey regimen and it went away quicker than expected.

This is all anecdotal, non-scientific stuff, I realize, but I’m going to continue consuming honey and cinnamon for the foreseeable future.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

I took the oath and got on the plane 49 years ago today

lacklandcap2Forty-nine years ago today, I enlisted in the U.S. Air Force and flew to Lackland Air Force Base near San Antonio, Texas.

We flew from Indianapolis to Shreveport, La., to Houston to San Antonio. (Changing planes in Houston, I ran into another Delphi boy – Ron Crumbo – who was already in the Air Force. Ron was married to my childhood friend Susan Kent for several years and became a pilot.) The last leg of the journey was in an old DC3 twin-prop job.

The photo is from one of those automated photo booths at the BX (Base Exchange).

I can still remember my serial number – an eight-digit number that was years before the military started using Social Security numbers as service member serial numbers.

I had a brilliant 41-day career in the 3703rd Basic Military Training Squadron before I was given a medical discharge for allergies.

During my time I was put in charge of the cleaning crew for the second floor latrine and shower area, did one night of KP (I hated the pots and pans detail) and pulled guard duty several times – in the barracks and outside in the squadron area.

I qualified as an expert with an M1 .30 carbine, earning a ribbon to prove it. The day we went through the obstacle course, the teargas building was out of order, so I missed out on that experience.

Besides teaching me the finer points of toilet cleaning, the Air Force turned me into a proficient shoe-polisher and bed-maker. I already knew how to march, thanks to four years in high school marching band, but it seemed like a real challenge to some of the guys. I learned not to carry stuff in my right hand while walking about, since one never knew when one would encounter an officer and be required to salute.

I had worked as a hand sander in the RCA television and stereo cabinet factor in Monticello, Ind., in the months before I enlisted. As a consequence, I had inadvertently sanded off my fingerprints. They brought me back multiple times for fingerprinting, but I don’t think they ever got a useable set.

flousafI have always been good at orienting myself to the points of the compass, but I never could get and keep my bearings while at Lackland AFB.

I suppose that qualifies me as a Vietnam-era veteran, but that’s a claim I will never make out of deference to the guys who really served and fought.

I came home in splendid physical condition with the shortest haircut I’d had since I was a little kid.

Here I am on my first day back in my hometown of Delphi. Mom photographed me in the back yard with Snoopy, the family dog.