Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Breathing easier

austin chevy I'm breathing easier today for a number of reasons.

First, Austin found his tax check, which we deposited immediately into his local checking account.

Second, he bought a car. (See photo above, shot with my cell phone's crappy camera) It's a very clean looking 1995 Chevy Beretta with 160,000 miles on the odometer and a decent set of tires. A friend hooked him up with a used car dealer, who knocked $700 off of his $1,850 asking price.

So now the lad is mobile and I can retire again from my chauffeur job while he continues his quest for a job.

And third, the new convenience store/gas station just down the road opened this morning. This is a big deal for me because they have a Subway and I'm giving serious thought to going on the "Jared" Subway diet. At the very least, it's an agreeable, handy place for lunch.

Thanks for visiting

My Feedjit gizmo logs visitors to this blog by city, state, country, and time of day. It also indicates the visitor's browser type and OS.

But the most interesting data to me is how many get here on purpose, rather than stumble across my blog in a Google search or some other referring mechanism.

I can guess who some of you are, but others remain unknown to me.

Here's the roll call of visitors who came in through the front door in the last 24 hours or so:

  • Las Vegas - my son Steve or daughter-in-law Nicky
  • Lafayette, Ind. - Probably Karen T.
  • Fairplay, Colo - Tim B.
  • Carmel, Ind. - Probably Alan P.
  • Bloomington - Either Shaylan O. or Morgan D.
  • Indianapolis - Probably Lauri S.
  • Flora, Ind. - Eric F.
  • Memphis - Probably Tim H.
  • Plymouth, Ind. ?
  • Jonesboro, Ark. - ?
  • Jessup, Md. - ?
  • Walnut Ridge, Ark. - ?
  • United States - ? (Using Windows 98!)
  • Carterville, Ill. - ?

There may be others who are in stealth mode because they clicked the "Ignore my browser" option in Feedjit. I hope not, because I like knowing I'm not just mumbling to myself here.

Thanks for checking in. I hope you find my blog interesting.

Two heartbeats from the Presidency

Enigmatic photo of the day

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I have no idea.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Happy 64th Birthday, Pete

townshend Today is the 64th birthday of Pete Townshend of the Who and arguably the best guitarist in the history of rock.

Happy Birthday, Pete!

What next?

gps networkDavid Coursey, writing in PC World, warns that the GPS satellite system has been so badly neglected by the U.S. Air Force – the agency charged with its maintenance – that it could begin to fail as early as next year.

That’s disastrous news for the U.S. Military, myriad government and private agencies, trucking, surveying, God knows who else, and of course me.

Wrapped too tight

I think I may be wrapped a little too tight. Or have too much caffeine in my system.

Austin, who is still with us after the initial deadline of two weeks, announced this morning that he has misplaced his federal tax refund check for $900+.

I watched him retrieve it from the Subaru when he and Maria returned from Indiana Sunday night, so it has to be somewhere in the house. That check, plus his final paycheck from his last employer, represents his financial resources for the move to
Arkansas.

I’m trying hard not to let my head explode or to lapse into lethal sarcasm, but carelessness on this scale makes me freaking crazy. I asked why he didn’t just put it into his wallet. He said, “I thought you weren’t supposed to fold a check.”

Oh.

On the positive side of the ledger, he swapped the title for his junked car for $25 cash from the salvage yard.

So I guess the news isn’t all bad.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Using my cell phone for an Internet modem

PalmTreo700p_clouds OK, so I don’t need the Sprint 3G wireless dongle and the added $60/month after all.

I went to the Sprint site and downloaded the software that lets me use my 3G-enabled cell phone as a wireless Internet modem. I’m already paying for unlimited Internet connectivity on my phone, so there’s no added charge when I use is as a modem for my netbook.

After a little fumbling around, I got hooked up and am now blogging via a cell phone connection on my Mini 9.

It’s not as sexy as the Compass 597, but it works and it charges my phone at the same time.

How cool is that?

They're baaaaaack

Maria and Austin rolled in about 10:30 last night, the Subaru Forester jammed with Austin's stuff.

They also brought back seven bottles of Indiana-made Red Gold ketchup, a hard-to-find item here in northeast Arkansas. It's our fave. Beats the hell out of Heinz and other lesser brands.

We just finished unloading the car this morning after rearranging the furniture in the guest room to accommodate the big flat-screen TV Steve and Nicky gave him a few Christmases ago, and his X-Box 360.

Having an X-Box in the house could be a serious time-waster for me. I might just go nuts and buy a copy of Call of Duty and re-fight WWII if my resistance fails.

Maria had a great time with her friend Lauri and her family during her return to Indiana. Austin had the predictable unpleasant encounter with his dad and his feral step-siblings. I think he finally decided to say, "Fuck 'em." Maria's ex is bound and determined to remain estranged from his own kids, partially because of the toxic influence of his nasty wife and partially because he's just an emotionally dysfunctional moron.

Whatever. Now Austin gets to have a new life and new opportunities in Arkansas.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

The REALLY inconvenient truth for global warming alarmists

Freebies!!!

Who knew vine-logo_60._V29889782_all of those reviews I wrote on Amazon.com would add up to something?

I logged into my Amazon.com account yesterday and found an invitation to their Vine reviewer program.

It's an offer to those of us who write coherent, useful reviews of stuff sold on Amazon.com, to receive free stuff to review. I'm all in favor of free stuff, so I signed on immediately.

The last time they posted a list of available stuff was April 23, so it was pretty well picked over and down to a handful of books - mostly fiction and heavy on stuff for teens. I did, however, find an interesting book by a guy who got seduced into mountaineering in Colorado and went from an ordinary Joe to a dedicated peak-bagger.

I clicked on it and Amazon.com says today that it shipped to me via FedEd yesterday.

Needless to say, I'm checking regularly for the next listing of free stuff.

According to their data, I've written 71 reviews over the years. A total of 885 of the 1,023 people who offered an opinion about my reviews said they found them helpful, for a score of 87 percent. I am number 7,752 in the "Classic Reviewer" rankings, whatever the hell that means.

Jonesing for the Compass 597

Compass_597_Sprint This makes the Mini 9 netbook package complete.

I went to the Sprint website to pay my cell phone bill this afternoon and found an offer of a free Compass 597 EVDO dongle. Well, kinda free. They claim it's worth about a $250 retail. To get one free, I need to sign a new two-year contract for Sprint service and pay an additional $60 a month.

This thing plugs into a USB slot on a laptop computer and voila, I have the same 3G wireless Internet service that I get on my Treo 700p smartphone. This, plus the built-in Wifi would make my travels with my Dell Inspiron Mini 9 netbook considerably easier. It would also make it possible to be online while traveling in a car.

Oooooooo.

This is tempting. Very tempting. But $60 a month is a little too painful at the moment, so it will probably have to wait.

Time flies

How did it get to be afternoon so quickly?

I got up about 7:30 a.m., put the dogs out and the coffee on and pulled on some clothes.

I did a couple of loads of dark clothes and still have some whites and sheets to launder.

I also rebooted my desktop computer in hopes of resetting my DVD software. A reboot take about an hour because of my confused hard drive, so I used the Mini 9 for awhile, checking email and recharging the battery from yesterday morning's session at Books-A-Million.

Maria called to say she and Austin were wrapping up their time in Indiana and plan to come home to Arkansas today.

And I wrote Amazon.com reviews of the Dell Inspiron Mini 9 netbook computer and the nifty little neoprene carrying case I use for it.

Now it's about 12:20 p.m. and Pete is nuzzling my left wrist to tell me he wants me to open the back door for him.

So I will.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

My exciting weekend takes off

books01 It’s Saturday morning at Books-A-Million and I have my 20 ounce coffee at hand.

I had my Mini 9 set up at another table, but had to move when I noticed the guy at a table directly behind me had a persistent books02productive cough and bad sinus drainage. I don’t like to think of  myself as paranoid about disease, but I’m smart enough to minimize my exposure when I notice it. So I gathered up my stuff and moved to another table on the other side of the cafe.

It rained overnight and there is more rain in the forecast all day, so whatever thoughts I might have had about motorcycling will have to wait until tomorrow. Likewise, no lawn mowing today.

Maria called about 9 a.m. (10 her time) to say she was on her way to Bainbridge to collect Austin and his stuff. Their to-do list includes closing out his checking account at the State Bank of Lizton – something like a $50 transaction, but still worth the time as long as they’re in Indiana.

I served up the last of the IAMS dog food this morning when I filled food bowls, so my to-do list includes picking up another 40 pound bag, probably at Sam’s Club.

I also did some Internet exploring this morning for ways to tweak the performance of the Dell Inspiron Mini 9. I have no complaints, but more memory is always better. I discovered I can double the RAM from 1GB to 2GB for about $28, so I whipped out the credit card and ordered a 2GB chip from Crucial Technology. Happily, the intelligent design of the Mini 9 makes a RAM swap an easy 5-minute job.

The SSD (solid state drive) that came with the Mini is 8GB and I have an 8GB SanDisk thumb drive plugged into one of the USB ports, so I don’t have a burning desire for more hard drive capacity. The last time I checked, SSDs were available in sizes up to 32GB. They can only get bigger and cheaper, so there’s no rush.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Running wild

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I’m living the wild life of a bachelor with Maria out of town for the weekend.

After considerable thought and weighing all of my options, I chose the Subway just off of the ASU campus as my stylish dinner venue. I treated myself to a window seat and watched what looked for all the world like a drug deal taking place in the parking lot.

Now, I’m hanging out with a large coffee at Hastings while I plan my next adventure.

That will probably involve going home, flipping channels, drinking a little wine, and going to bed early.

Life off the leash is pretty intense, you know.

I had to go to the post office this afternoon to return some rental DVDs and mail a book I sold on Amazon.com. And I went a little crazy and blew $8.80 on a block of the new Simpsons postage stamp. God knows what crazy thing I’ll do next.simpsons stamps

My Man Mitch

mitchrideMy Man Mitch - Indiana Gov. Mitch Daniels - has an excellent op-ed piece in today's Wall Street Journal discussing the ruinous effects of the Democrat-proposed "cap and trade" legislation.

I suggest you click here and read it.

Here's a photo taken two years ago this month when I (far left) went for a motorcycle ride with Mitch (far right) and the Indiana Commissioner of Correction. The guy in the middle was publisher of the Crawfordsville newspaper at the time.

Mitch rides a Harley-Davidson, but he seemed OK with me being on a BMW. He's an excellent rider, BTW definitely not a biker wannabe or a poser.

Friday update

BAMmay15 I’m on my own today.

Maria and Austin drove to Indiana last night to spend the weekend gathering up all of Austin’s stuff and bring it back to Arkansas.

She should be leaving her parents’ house about now to drive to Crawfordsville and have lunch with our friend Lauri.

I spent a few minutes this morning catching up on the insurance claim at our rental property in Thorntown (see yesterday’s post).

I spent much of yesterday driving all over Jonesboro with Austin dropping off resumes at construction companies and got the voicemail from the insurance adjuster when I got home. Because of the time difference, it was too late to call him yesterday, so I made the call first thing this morning.

He recommended a glass repair company in Lebanon and it turns out the owner of the company lives in Thorntown and is familiar with our house. He said he’d get things moving today, but cautioned that it will be next week before he can have a replacement window ready to install.

Maria drove by the place about 4 a.m. and noticed the renters have plastic over the window, as per the instructions of the insurance adjuster, since there is more rain in the forecast over the weekend.

She also noted that the house looks good and that the renters seem to be taking good care of the lawn.

Having set the repair process in motion, I drove into town and set up shop at a Wifi-equipped bookstore where I get to listen to the barista discussing religion and philosophy with a customer who is the wife of an evangelical protestant minister.

Oh, and today is our 8th wedding anniversary. Bronze, they call it.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Jeez, what next?

pearlsend05autumn003 I always fear the worst when our phone rings before 8 a.m.

The 7:20 a.m. call today was from our renter in Thorntown, calling to say a storm overnight blew a big limb into the large window in the front of the house.

My guess is that the limb came from the aging maple tree near the point where the driveway meets the street in front of the house. He said the limb broke both panes of glass, then fell down outside the house, leaving a hole in the window with the wind whistling through it.

The storm hit about 3 a.m., he said, with lots of lightning and wind, scaring their golden retriever so much he climbed in bed with the guy and his wife.

I called our insurance agent in Lebanon and was assured they would get on it immediately.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Junking and job-hunting

Today’s goals were taking Austin’s beater 1991 Dodge Dynasty to a salvage yard and putting his resume into the hands of as many construction companies as possible.

Now, six hours and 74 miles later, we’re chilling at Books-A-Million where the Joe Muggs Cafe is closed because of a disastrous coffee machine meltdown. But they are selling coffee at the public service desk.

We got about 4 miles from home this morning then Austin’s left front tire exploded with such violence that it blew out two big chunks of the material lining the wheel well. He rolled to a stop on the berm of U.S. 49 across from a big Anheuser Busch rice processing plant and I pulled in behind him in my del Sol. Naturally, he had no spare tire.

We had been heading to a Jonesboro salvage firm where Austin had planned to sell his car for $4.50 a pound. I called the auto club and arranged for a tow to the salvage yard, then called the yard to find out what we should do when we arrived. It was at this point that it occurred to them to tell us that the tires had to be removed and the gas tank emptied and punctured.

WTF?

He had neither the tools nor the wherewithal to do those things before the tow truck delivered the car to the yard. So we resolved to have the car dragged back to our house and try to unload it in a classified ad.

When the tow truck driver arrived and found out we were ready to junk the car, he smiled and said his boss has a salvage yard and he’d be happy to buy it if the price was right.

Austin asked for $50, the boss countered with $25 and Austin agreed to let his wrung out Dodge go for $25. He removed the Indiana license plate and bade farewell to the car, pending retrieval of the title from Indiana.

Austin had only put maybe 30 miles on his car since he arrived in Arkansas a week ago Sunday evening from Indiana. That’s how close he came to being stranded en route from Indiana. Now he’s stranded here.

Happy to be rid of the car he bought for $200 more than a year ago, we drove on in to town and had lunch with Maria at the Whole Hog Cafe.

Then I programmed my GPS with the addresses of a list of construction companies and spent the next three hours driving all over town dropping off resumes. A couple of places seemed somewhat receptive, so maybe things will pick up in a week or so.

In the meantime, I’m sipping strong coffee, Austin is paging through a book on Sharks and I’ll go next door to Kroger in a few minutes to buy dog treats and other odds and ends.

Never a dull moment, eh?

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

One of these is not like the others...

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Looks like I blew a seal

I think I blew a seal - on Maria's '94 K75S.

The I noticed the gearshift was getting stiff and notchy about a year ago and, on the advice of local BMW friend Charlie Parsons, I added some 85W-140 hypoid gear oil to the gearbox. That seemed to smooth it out, but the implication was that the bike had somehow leaked a bunch of gear oil over the years.

I had added the oil sparingly, not wanting to overfill it. The tool that serves as a transmission oil dipstick was strangely absent from the K75S toolkit, but I knew I had one in the toolkit left over from my '91 K100RS after I parted out the bike a few years ago.

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Wayne Garrison introduces Maria to her K75S at the late, lamented Revard BMW Motorcycles in Indianapolis in 2000

 

The problem was, I couldn't find the K100RS toolkit. It finally turned up last week, under a painting dropcloth on a shelf in the garage tool closet.

So I added more oil on Sunday - emptied the rest of the quart bottle from last year - and still needed more to register on the dipstick. So I got another quart from Advance Auto Parts and brought it up to the proper level.

I had to meet Maria near downtown Jonesboro last evening, so I decided to ride the K75S to see how much happier the oil made the gearbox. It shifted smoothly and seemed just fine.

Until I stopped at the light at Hilltop and started smelling burning oil.

By the time I reached my destination, it was clear the bike was bleeding gear oil badly and it was dripping onto the hot exhaust pipe.

After we finished our business in town, I phoned Charlie, who lives on the north side of the city, and arranged to drop the bike at his place rather than leave an oil trail all the way up to our house. Besides, Charlie has a well-equipped workshop and if I'm going to attempt repairs, that's the logical place.

So my K1200GT is now the only bike in our garage and I have a new project.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Subaru Day

pennzoil10w-40 I'm off to the Subaru dealer in Memphis to find out why our car burned 3 quarts of oil in 2,500 miles.

Chances are, I'll be stuck in the waiting room without Wifi all freaking day. So it goes.

I must be off.

 

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6 hours later

I'm back from Memphis where the folks at Jim Keras Subaru charged me nothing to put in a new PCV valve in hopes that would cure the oil consumption problem.

They said it wasn't related to the head gasket replacement and concluded the oil isn't leaking out of the engine or going out the tailpipe.

Then I went to Gateway Tire in Jonesboro and bought a new tire to replace the left rear tire that went flat for a second time last Friday evening. So the Subaru is fully roadworthy again, all for about $125.

What a relief.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mother's Day

eileen Happy Mother's Day to my mom, who died Oct. 5, 2000 at the age of 85. This is her high school senior picture.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Riding

grassroots Just got home from the May meeting of the BMW Riders Association of the Mid-South at Grass Roots BMW Motorcycles in Cape Girardeau, Mo.

Grass Roots has become my dealer of choice, even though it's more than two hours away because there is no local dealer and the dealer in Memphis is mostly Yamaha.

There were only a dozen of us there, including Herb and Reno from the dealership, but the barbecue lunch was excellent.

I had about 60 miles of rain in the Missouri bootheel en route, but had a completely dry ride home. Total mileage: something like 250. Not a bad ride for a Saturday in early May.

Just walkin' the dog

Friday, May 08, 2009

Vroom, vroom... BFD

biker classic 09 After all these years, you'd think I would know better than to go to any motorcycle event with "biker" in the name.

But boredom can lead to errors in judgment, so we went downtown this evening for the NEA Baptist (Hospital) Biker Classic.

I realized immediately I should have brought my earplugs. These guys may think loud pipes save lives, but they just trigger my fight or flight mechanism.

I'll let it go at that.

Capt. Kroon's V-E Day letter

Sixty-four years ago today, 26-year-old Capt. Philip C. Kroon, an artillery officer with the U.S. Army's pwrite144th Field Artillery Group, took pen in hand in the garden outside an Austrian hotel and wrote a letter to his young bride in Redlands, Calif.
It was V-E Day - Victory in Europe Day - and the young captain from Grand Rapids, Mich., had been in combat since his unit came ashore in Normandy a few weeks after the June 6, 1944, invasion. He was looking forward to coming home, but mindful that the war against Japan seemed far from finished and that he might be needed in the Pacific Theatre.
Here is what he wrote on a sheet of Adolf Hitler's personal letterhead, liberated a day or two earlier from the Führer's Berghof retreat at nearby Berchtesgaden:

 
mailMy adored wife,
Finally the work of the past year for me and over three years for the nation is completed. The war here is over completely. Of course, we are glad it is over, but to us it is sort of an anti-climax. For nearly two months now, we have completely routed the Germans. During the past few days we have seen steady streams of German soldiers marching to the rear. At some places, even the super-highway is jammed. It was a sight never to forget and one that only happens once in a lifetime. I wanted to get some pictures of it, but my camera was stolen some time ago. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry. I now have another very good German camera that I took from a German soldier, so am better equipped than before.
Now that we are no longer at war here, I should have more time to write you and expect to get off better than one letter every five or six days. In fact, it's now been seven days this time. I'm sorry, darling. I'll try to make it up to you.
About a week ago I went through the Dachau concentration camp. Any pictures you see or stories you hear are only a small part of the picture. The stench was indescribable as well as the actual scenes. I saw some of the toughest soldiers nauseated. I won't tell you any details for they shouldn't be put on paper. It was the most terrible thing I have ever seen.
In contrast, a couple of days ago I went through one of Hitler's palaces -not the one at Berchtesgaden, but an old Hapsburg palace  that he took over. It was a paragon of beauty and symmetry. In the two main floors was not a sign of Nazi Occupation except that most of the furnishings had been looted, mainly from France. p&j
The walls were covered with priceless tapestries, the floors with thick pile rugs. We were nearly the first soldiers in the place and looked through it by ourselves. We went snooping in the cellar and came across two storage rooms. One was nearly filled with medals, of which I have a few choice ones. I also found one silver knife (not table) in the house - the only one there, so I suppose it belonged to Hitler. In another room, we found some stationery, of which this is the choicest. His personal. I have quite a bit of it and will send it home. You can give a sheet to various people, but save some of each kind, especially this with just "Der Führer" on it. I also came across some other excellent souvenirs - One pair of field glasses - the best I have ever seen - fifteen power - this may not mean much to you, but they are two and ½ times as powerful as the ones I and Pop used to have The must be worth three or four hundred dollars. I also have a pair of Luftwaffe swords that are not in the best of shape but will look good fixed up and crossed in my den if I ever have one.
Guess what, Sweets. I shaved off my mustache today - because the war is over. No one noticed it so I guess it couldn't have been so good. I'm not making any plans for a quick return home, beloved, nor am I getting any fancy ideas about it. I would give anything just to spend a few weeks with you, but there is much to be done, both here and in the Orient and I'm sure I'll be one place or the other.
Some will get to go home on their way to the Pacific and rumors are already afloat, but I'm not counting on anything - then we won't have the disappointment.
These Bavarian Alps are really beautiful, dearest mine. They are all snow covered yet, although we are not very high and last week we had snow in Munich. Today was marvelous. The view of the mountains is similar to that from our front yard, though the mountains are much closer and not as high.
During the last mad rush we have been getting practically no mail and I'm way behind, although today I got the letter you wrote on the eve of our anniversary. Sweet - just as they all are - but why not, with the sweetest wife in the world writing them. I wish my letters would get there more regularly. You probably have had a batch since that time, but it is nicer when they come spread over a long time.
Darling, I adore you completely. I don't dream of you often, but that isn't my fault. When I'm awake I can control my thoughts and they always include you. Always I wish you could share the beautiful scenery and the old German cities - Worms, Nurnberg, Augsberg, Munich, Saltzburg and the rest with me. Maybe, in future years, after they are rebuilt we will see them together. Anything we could do together would be wonderful. One thing in particular - I miss you so, Jeanie. I'll always adore you.
Your only Phil
P.S.
A little picture of you know who.

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The cease fire order for the XV Corps.

Capt. Kroon came home six months later. He made a career of the Army, taking a reduction in rank to sergeant in order to remain in a downsized postwar military. His last duty post was as an instructor in the Reserve Officer Training Corps program at Purdue University. Following his retirement, he worked for the U.S. Postal Service. He died of cancer in 1988. Diane, the first of his three daughters, was born Oct. 30, 1946, and grew up to be my first wife.

Thursday, May 07, 2009

The Wifi Chronicles (continued)

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Well, well.

Books-a-Million’s Joe Muggs Cafe, which has a superior ambiance to Hastings Hardback Cafe, has Wifi. They’re a little short on electrical outlets convenient to tables, but running on battery power isn’t a big deal for my Dell Inspiron Mini 9.

It’s not free, but $20 bought me a 10% store discount card and a year of Wifi. That beats the hell out of the Starbucks deal with AT&T for Sprint users like me. I’m sure the card will pay for itself over the next 12 months.

I’m waiting for a call from Maria, who had an 11:30 a.m. dental appointment. If she gets out in time for some lunch, she’ll call me and we’ll rendezvous somewhere.

I’ve changed over to the Google Chrome browser for the Mini 9 because the Internet Explorer toolbars take up too much screen real estate. And I think it runs a little faster than IE.

The Austin report

Austin set out about an hour ago with an updated resume and references, a list of prospective employers and high TomTom GPS to guide him.

We put the final tweaks on the resume and references last night. He found what appears to be a very nice apartment complex well within his price range yesterday and we expect to take a look at a one-bedroom apartment there tomorrow.

In the meantime, he and Maria are trying to schedule a trip to Indiana this weekend or sometime next week to retrieve Austin's stuff.

Defector Specter dejected

Sen. Arlen Specter (?-PA), has been stripped of his seniority in his various committees after defecting from the Republican Party to the Democrats.simpsons_nelson_haha2

Specter says Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid (D-NV) promised him he could keep his seniority, which would mean he would elbow aside several senior Democrats on Senate committees.

Specter changed parties when it became apparent that he will lose in the Pennsylvania Republican Primary this year.

Now, without the prestige of Senate committee seniority, he is vulnerable in the Democrat Primary and, if he survives that long, in the fall election.

He claims Reid went sideways on him after Reid and President Obama welcomed him into the Democrat fold with open arms at a White House press conference.

Read all about it in The Washington Post.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

The horror, the horror...

apologize OK, so it really belongs on my other blog. I decided it was too clever not to post here.

Fire in the hole

I’m sitting on the back porch, sipping coffee, surfing the Web and ma609listening to the Hindu Love Gods album on my iPod (that’s Warren Zevon and everybody in REM except Michael Stipe).

The birds are swarming our bird feeder, including a blue jay and a bunch of red-headed woodpeckers, apparently secure in the knowledge that our dogs are no threat to them.

Austin made some serious progress yesterday digging our 6’ diameter fire pit.

The plan is to excavate a foot down overall and then another foot in the center. The center circle – about 2 feet in diameter – will be lined with gravel and sand to give rainwater a place to drain. This all adds up to a little under 30 cubic feet of dirt, or a bit more than a cubic yard, which is a fair amount of digging in this rooty clay-sand mix they call soil here on Crowley’s Ridge.

We’re using the dirt to fill holes in the yard caused by falling limbs and the large one next to the driveway where the tree service guys yanked out a big stump.

Whatever is left, we’ll dump into a trench the neighbors want filled in their yard.

It rained last night, so the pit is too sloppy for digging this morning. Maybe we can finish this afternoon.

We have several tree trunk segments about 18” to 2’ tall we can array around the circle for seating. Then we can incinerate marshmallows while the mosquitoes drain our blood on hot summer evenings.

I just noticed last night’s storm dislodged an oak tree branch that had been left dangling by January ice storm. Fortunately, it fell cleanly into the back yard and missed the chain link fence. More wood for the fire pit.

Monday, May 04, 2009

Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wiener...

home-alone-house2 I just discovered the Hotdogger Blog, a blog by the folks who drive the fabulous Oscar Meyer Wienermobile around the country.

Here's the Wienermobile in front of the house from the movie "Home Alone" in Chicago.

Check it out to find out when the Wienermobile will be in your area.

Bob's got it right

A new take on swine flu

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Arkansas Austin

We may have recruited a new Arkansas resident.

Discussions this morning have resulted in a loosely structured plan austinmugfor Austin to find a job, rent an apartment and officially move from Indiana to Arkansas.

His ultimate goal is to become a firefighter, but he has solid training and a fondness for construction and carpentry, so we're going to try to hook him up with a decent job. While the construction industry is pretty much flat-lined in Indiana, it's quite healthy here in northeast Arkansas.

The plan is for him to live with us for a couple of weeks, during which time he'll find work and a place of his own. Sounds somewhat daunting, but we think it's doable.

And Maria won't have to worry about what's become of her son.

Austin's here

austinmariahaircut Maria's son Austin got laid off from his tractor parts distribution center job on Friday, so he decided it was an opportunity to come visit us.

He arrived early last evening and dazzled us with his new haircut.

We determined he can file for Indiana unemployment benefits online, so that's on the agenda for the next day or two.

He and Maria had breakfast in the kitchen as they tried to identify a new woodpecker, also having breakfast, at our bird feeder.

That brown lump between them is Ruthie. She and Pete were very happy to see me when I picked them up at the kennel yesterday afternoon. Bathing is part of the deal at our vet's kennel operation and, in the course of giving Ruthie her shampoo, they noticed a large cyst on her right shoulder. The vet lanced it free of charge and gave us some antibiotics (not free of charge) to administer to her for the next few days. She doesn't seem to mind the minor surgery.

Backing up a few hours, we left the Lodge at Mount Magazine State Park in dense fog about 8 a.m. and crept through the switchbacks down the mountain to the valley floor 2,200 feet below. We gassed at a station at the foot of the mountain and drove about 50-60 miles to a diner in Russellville where we had an unremarkable but inexpensive breakfast. The high point of the dining experience was watching the cashier shuffling back and forth behind the counter, talking on her cell phone and telling someone, "I need a drink real bad."

We picked up I-40 and ignored the Garmin GPS suggestions to exit onto 2-lane highways to U.S. 67, favoring an Interstate route all the way to Little Rock, where we picked up U.S. 67. It was more miles and a few more minutes of driving time, but a much more pleasant drive, considering we were in rain and drizzle much of the way.

We got home about 1:30 and flopped down for a nap until it was time to pick up the dogs.

Sunday, May 03, 2009

Sunday morning - still raining

It rained all night and I dreamed about the Lodge where we're staying being washed over the cliff.

Yesterday held a couple of surprises here at the APME convention.

Maria was elected to the Arkansas APME Board of Directors, a quite unexpected honor.

And the Sun won the APME Mark Twain Award, given each year to the newspaper that fosters the best working relationship with the Associated Press.

Now Maria is checking the Lodge restaurant menu to see if they have eggs Benedict. If so, we stay for breakfast. If not, we're outta here.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

High in Arkansas

mmUS We decided to get high this weekend – as high as you can get in Arkansas.

We’re attending the Associated Press Managing Editors meeting at Mount Magazine State Park, the highest point in the state. According to the park logo, that means 2,753 feet above sea level. I’m sure this impresses Tim and Linda Balough who live at 10,600 feet in Alma, Colo.MtMagLogoLargeBlack

We drove over this morning from Brookland – about 240 miles, only 13 of which were Interstate highway. The whole trip was accomplished in constant, sometimes torrential, rain and arrived in time for lunch.

The Lodge is perched on a cliff overlooking a valley far below. They do hang gliding launches just down the road. Thanks to the weather, we’re in or above the clouds, depending on how the wind blows. Every now and then we can see the valley through a hole in the clouds. The pictures on the park web site look pretty spectacular and I’ll bet this place is very impressive when the skies are clear and sunny.

Lunch ended at 2 p.m. and now we’re waiting until we can check in to our room at 4. We have no cell phone coverage here, but they do have high-speed internet – Ethernet and Wifi. That’s why we brought both laptops.

In the meantime, we can hear the thunder rumbling. There is a nasty band of rain extending as far west as Tulsa, so we may get to drive home in the rain too.

Friday, May 01, 2009

3 quarts of oil in 2,500 miles? WTF?

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Maria mentioned the oil pressure warning light was flickering on and off during her drive home last night.

So after we had lunch today, I took it to the Advance Auto Parts place, popped the hood and pulled the dipstick. No oil showing. At all.

I went inside and bought three quarts of Pennzoil 10W-40 and a small yellow plastic funnel. I poured a quart into the oil filler and checked the dipstick. No oil showing.

I put in a second quart and checked. Still no oil showing.

Well, I thought, maybe it just needs to circulate. I drove home and checked again. Still no oil showing.

I put the third quart in and this time the oil level was up between minimum and maximum marks on the dipstick.

I pulled the service records from the mid-March head gasket replacement job we had done at the dealership in Memphis. That was exactly 2,500 miles ago and they should have filled it with the recommended 4.2 quarts at that time.

How could we burn through three quarts of motor oil in just 2,500 miles and with a new head gasket to boot? I'm baffled.

And so was the service manager at the dealership when I phoned.

No, there are no signs of an oil leak on the concrete driveway where we park the car every night, so it must be going out of the tailpipe. But we haven't noticed the engine smoking.

"Can you bring it in on Monday?" he asked.

No, we're got a busy schedule, but I'll see about getting it in sometime next week.

Disappointing Arkansas dining experiences (continued)

psychic We had lunch at a local Pizza Hut today. I will not go back.

When we lived in Indiana, we occasionally went to lunch with my wife's coworkers at the Pizza Hut in Crawfordsville. It is a spacious restaurant with a good buffet and salad bar.

The Pizza Hut here has the crappiest salad bar I've seen in years. The lettuce was limp and brown in places, there were only a couple of spoonfuls of shredded cheese and there were no garbanzos, no peas, no beets, no potato salad, no cottage cheese and worst of all, no bleu cheese dressing!

I assembled a salad of sorts with some ranch dressing, but couldn't work up enough interest to taste it.

The pizza buffet was indifferently stocked and was mostly empty when I made my first attempt to score a couple of pieces of pepperoni pizza.

I've never been a fan of Pizza Hut pizza anyway, but this stuff was supremely bland, even for Pizza Hut.

The most interesting thing about our lunch was the t-shirt on the woman sitting next to us, advertising a psychic reader. It must not have been her because she didn't notice me taking this photo with my cell phone.

Happy Birthday, Ted Simon!

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Today is my friend Ted Simon’s 78th birthday.

Ted has ridden motorcycles around the world twice – the first time, a four-year trip begun in 1973 on a Triumph Tiger. The second time was a three-year journey on a BMW R80G/S begun in 2001 a few months before his 70th birthday.

Ted’s first journey was chronicled in “Jupiter’s Travels,” considered by many to be the best motorcycle travel book ever written and the inspiration for Ewan 2002-01-01-Cichon_TedSimonPunoMcGregor and Charley Boorman’s globe-circling ride that resulted in a book and a TV series named “Long Way Round.”

I last chatted with Ted at the BMW Motorcycle Owners of America national rally last July in Gillette, Wyo. where he looked as youthful and vital as ever.

I’m pleased that I could persuade Webb Bernhardt, the president of the Indianapolis BMW Club, to contribute $500 in club funds to Ted’s 2001 effort. Ted reciprocated by putting an Indianapolis BMW Club sticker on the starboard side of his top box. It can be faintly see in the photo above.

You can read more about this amazing expatriate Brit who now lives in Northern California at his web site: www.jupitalia.com

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Things just get curiouser and curiouser

From newsmax.com:

Obama Declines Iran Offer of al-Qaida Members

Tuesday, April 28, 2009 10:33 AM
By: Kenneth R. Timmerman
When Iranian government official Ahmad Samavati arrived in Washington, D.C., in February at the head of a five-man negotiating team, he thought he had an offer the Obama administration couldn’t refuse.

The Iranian regime was going to turn over scores of top al-Qaida operatives, including some on the FBI’s “Most Wanted Terrorists” list.

To Samavati’s surprise, the State Department officials he met declined the offer. “They told him they did not want any al-Qaida people. They told him they didn’t want them in the United States,” an Iranian source familiar with the negotiations told Newsmax.

The decline, and the very fact that the Iranian regime sent Samavati to Washington in the first place, shows the profound policy shift that has occurred in both Tehran and Washington since Barack Obama became president.

But Washington seems to be going in one direction and Tehran in another.

In the annual report on terrorism it released last April, the State Department blasted Iran for its unwillingness to cooperate in arresting, rendering, or controlling al-Qaida members operating from its territory.

“Iran has repeatedly resisted numerous calls to transfer custody of its AQ [al-Qaida] detainees to their countries of origin or third countries for interrogation or trial. Iran also continued to fail to control the activities of some AQ members who fled to Iran following the fall of the Taliban regime in Afghanistan,” the report stated.

Obama’s determination to shift gears on Iran is no secret.

He announced his intention to negotiate with the regime during the presidential campaign, and he has repeated that determination many times since taking office.

But no one at Foggy Bottom will comment on why the State Department refused the Iranian offer in February, despite numerous phone messages and e-mails entreaties.

To piece together this story, which goes beyond the public policy statements from the administration, Newsmax has sought out Iranians with personal knowledge of the secret negotiations, including some who work closely with the Iranian government and current and former U.S. officials in the military and intelligence community.

Persian-language Web sites also have detailed leaks from Tehran.

At the time Samavati came to Washington, the State Department was still in the throes of a “policy review” concerning Iran.

So on one level, his offer was premature. But beyond that, the Obama administration, like the Bush administration before it, may be simply too disorganized to coordinate a government-wide response to such a forward-leaning proposal, a source close to the negotiations suggested.

“Hillary Clinton is very much against these negotiations,” another source familiar with the U.S.-Iran talks told Newsmax.

“In Tehran, they don’t understand this,” said a third source who recently returned from Iran after discussing the Iranian and American proposals. “When the ruling factions actually agree on a policy, they put the whole government apparatus behind it.”

Tehran now believes that the al-Qaida operatives it is sheltering in Iran have become a liability. Some, such as al-Qaida military chief Saif al-Adel and Ahmed Mughassil, who has been indicted for the 1996 bombing of a U.S. military barracks in Dhahran, Saudi Arabia, figure on the FBI’s Most Wanted List of terrorists and have American blood on their hands.

Other more low-level operatives have married into Iranian families in Tehran and have become a security challenge for the regime, a source knowledgeable of the U.S.-Iran negotiations told Newsmax.

“The Iranians want to get rid of the al-Qaida people who are now in Iran,” the source added. “That is absolutely clear. They have been training and providing support to al-Qaida operatives, but now find they have become an embarrassment.”

Al-Qaida’s second-in-command, Ayman al-Zawahiri, has been a liaison for the Iranian intelligence minister, the Revolutionary Guards, and Osama bin Laden since the early 1990s, when they were together in the Sudan.

Newsmax has received numerous reports over the past four years from former Iranian intelligence officers who claim that since the 9/11 attacks al-Zawahiri spends most of his time in Iran.

And yet, in a video posted last week on radical Islamist Web sites, al-Zawahiri warns the United States against any rapprochement with the Tehran regime.

"The more you cooperate with Iran, the more hatred you will generate from Muslims,” al-Zawahiri says in the video.

Even before 9/11, the Iranian government was careful to give the impression in the West that it was at war with radical Sunni Muslim groups, even as it trained terrorists from those groups in secret camps in Iran, according to former Iranian intelligence officers who were personally involved in the training.

The most celebrated case of this was Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, the leader of al-Qaida in Iraq until he was killed during an American military raid in 2006.

Al-Zarqawi declared war against Iraqi Shiites; and yet, he and his group, initially known as Ansar al Islam, were funded, trained, and equipped by the Iranian regime, which inserted them into Iraq in 2002.

Asked whether the U.S. intelligence community would like to see al-Qaida terrorists such as Saif al-Adel rendered to the United States, a U.S. intelligence official responded without ambiguity: “The U.S. intelligence community would very much like to see them taken off the streets. After all, they’re hardened terrorists.”

The type of al-Qaida operatives now being sheltered in Iran “have knowledge of the terrorist group’s current activities,” and thus have current intelligence value to the United States, the official added.

But such a desire on the part of U.S. intelligence officers who are still engaged in fighting a global war against radical Islamic terrorist groups flies in the face of the oft-expressed desire of President Obama to shut down the Guantanamo Bay prison, where such terrorists would undoubtedly wind up.

“If you’re talking about individuals against whom there are no criminal charges, then it gets complicated,” former CIA Director R. James Woolsey told Newsmax. “If you close down Gitmo, where are you going to keep them?”

Woolsey said he could see no reason why the Obama administration wouldn’t take terrorists who are facing U.S. criminal charges. “To me, it would be extremely unwise not to take them out of circulation.”

The lack of criminal charges was the reason used by the Clinton administration to reject a 1996 offer by the government of Sudan to render Osama bin Laden to the United States, Woolsey recalled.

The Iranian government helped evacuate hundreds of al-Qaida terrorists and their families from Afghanistan in the weeks and months after the 9/11 attacks, establishing a “rat line” using fixed-wing aircraft, helicopters, and hundreds of four-wheel drive vehicles, according to U.S. intelligence reports.

Since then, the regime has sheltered these and other al-Qaida members at safe houses in and around Tehran and provided them military training, equipment, and “hajj” passports so they can travel to the annual Muslim pilgrimage in Mecca.

The National Security Agency intercepted a communication from al-Qaida military chief, Saif al-Adel, giving the orders to an al-Qaida cell in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia to launch the deadly attacks on May 12, 2003 that killed more than 90 people.

When the Bush administration realized that al-Adel was in an Iranian government safe house at the time he gave the order for the terrorist attacks, they cut off back-channel negotiations with Iran then being conducted by U.S. ambassador to Afghanistan, Zalmay Khalilzad.

In January, Undersecretary of State Stuart A. Levy released a report laying out the extensive support the Iranian government has provided top al-Qaida members, including Saad bin Laden, the Saudi terrorist’s eldest son and heir apparent.

For more on this, read "Top al-Qaida Operatives Worked Closely with Iran — U.S. Treasury."

Just hours after the Treasury announcement, outgoing Director of National Intelligence Adm. Mike McConnell told reporters that the younger bin Laden had left Iran in September and was now in Pakistan.

But a former Iranian intelligence officer who maintains access to the Iranian intelligence community recently showed Newsmax photographs of Saad bin Laden and a wheelchair-bound aide, which he claimed had been taken at a safe house in the Tehran area this March.

Some sources believe the regime is sheltering Osama bin Laden himself, as Newsmax reported recently. For more on this, read "Did Bin Laden Find Safe Haven in Iran?"

The State Department has not responded to repeated requests for comment on this story.

“The State Department’s lack of response is worrisome, especially since the president has said we’re going to Afghanistan to get al-Qaida,” said retired Lt. Gen. Thomas McInerney, now a Fox News contributor. “It would be of great interest, for example, to know of any relationship between the Iranian nuclear program and al-Qaida.”

Gun control

Today’s fortune cookie message

fortune Well, it’s about time.

Actually, I’m off to a good start – the rent check from our
Thorntown tenants showed up a day early. That’s the first time they’ve been early since we began this landlord-tenant relationship on Jan. 1.hardback cafe logo

I’m sipping coffee and blogging from the Hastings Hardback Cafe after a Chinese lunch at Kirin. I’m also waiting for a call from our banker to tell me we’re good to go on our effort to refinance our Arkansas home.

We had to take whatever rate was available in October, 2007 when we moved here. Fortunately, the rates have dropped about 2 percent since then and refinancing will reduce our house payment by about 10 percent.

(You might want to check with lenders to see if refinancing makes sense for you.)

We pulled into the restaurant parking lot next to an SUV with a personalized Indiana license plate that read “GOHOGS1.” That’s a sentiment that has resonance here where everyone is a University of Arkansas Razorbacks fan, but it makes no sense at all in Indiana. Unless, perhaps, you’re a pig farmer.

Turns out the driver’s wife is an Arkansas native and they now live in Evansville. She said she gets a lot of questions from Hoosiers about the plate.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Hey, how did that cow get into the picture?

smile00 Maria and I spent a couple of hours last evening providing photographic support for a fund raising activity for the local Smile for a Lifetime organization at Chick-fil-A.smile01

The Smile for a Lifetime Foundation provides orthodontic care for children whose parents would otherwise not be able to afford it. Maria is on the board of the local chapter.

We thoroughly enjoyed it.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Looks like rain

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It's raining.

It started yesterday afternoon and has continued off and on - mostly on - all night and this morning. We've had a few rumbles of thunder, but mostly it just rains.

On mornings like this, the dogs flop down on the upstairs office carpet and doze while I blog and surf, listening to the gentle sound of the rain through the open window.

Karen Taylor, the most talented page designer I've ever worked with in my 43-year association with newspapers, alerted me that her paper - the Lafayette (Ind.) Journal & Courier - has photos of the accident yesterday that killed my German Baptist/Dunkard classmate.

I decided not to pirate any of them for my blog, but you can view them here.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Another friend gone

buggy I got word this evening that a guy I went to school with was killed about noon today in a pickup truck-buggy crash.

(This photo is from a non-fatal truck-buggy crash earlier this year in northern Indiana, but you get the idea.)

His name was Steve Royer and he was a classmate until he dropped out of school at 16, as was the custom for boys of the Old German Baptist Brethren faith in Carroll County, Indiana.

Friends tell me Steve was on Ind. 75 near Flora, Ind., when his buggy was rear-ended by a pickup truck.

Police said Steve, 64, was thrown from the buggy and killed.
Carroll County Sheriff's Deputy John Chapman said the truck's driver, John T. Justice, 87, rural Logansport, didn't see the buggy as he came up behind it and struck it in the rear. 
Steve was pronounced dead at the scene from multiple blunt force trauma. The horse also died. Justice was not injured. 

My grandfather and all of his forebears were German Baptists. Like his ancestors, Grandpa was a farmer, but he broke with the church, became a Presbyterian. He also served as a township trustee and the Carroll County Treasurer. He died about a month before I was born in 1945.

Batesville: Great fabric store, horrible restaurant

We took the Subaru to Batesville on Saturday to check out a fabric store.

Maria met a woman at Hancock's in Paducah, Ky. last month who claimed that Marshall's Dry Goods in Batesville had Hancock's beat.

Turns out she was right. Maria got some killer deals on fabric - deals so good that her purchases included two bolts of fabric, a quantity she's never bought before.

We got there a little after noon and decided, after Maria had done a quick survey or the place, that she should have lunch and come back for some serious shopping.

So we did something that nearly always produces a bad result: we asked the locals to recommend a good restaurant.

Since we've been in Arkansas, we've hated nearly every restaurant recommended by an Arkansan. And it happened again on Saturday.

Everybody in the joint pointed us to Kelly's Wyatt Restaurant and recommended the buffet.

So we laid a course to the restaurant into the Garmin GPS and were there in less than 10 minutes.

The buffet was pretty limited - fried chicken, liver and onions (the smell almost made Maria gag), mashed potatoes and chicken gravy, carrots, spaghetti with a sauce that looked like someone combined meat loaf and tomatoes in a blender, woody spinach, and watery peach cobbler.

And everything we chose was tepid, flat and tasteless. It was, without question, the most insipid food I've had since leaving Indiana.

Back at Marshall's, Maria plunged into her quilter's fabric frenzy and I settled down with my iPod in the car. Presently, I noticed one of the cars parked in front of the store had an Indiana license plate. On closer scrutiny, I saw it was from Tipton County. I started my newspaper career 43 years ago at the Tipton Daily Tribune.

I moved the car to a space next to the Hoosier car and waited. A few minutes later, the driver came out. His wife and sister-in-law were shopping and, like me, he got tired of standing around.

He was born in Arkansas but raised in Kokomo where he worked at the Chrysler transmission plant and was president of the UAW local for a few years before he retired. He now lives near Sharpsville where he was town marshal for a spell. He and his wife were vacationing in Arkansas for a few days and he was doing genealogical research on his family tree.

We spent about a half-hour exploring mutual connections and contrasting Arkansas with Indiana until his wife and sister-in-law came out.

It was nice to talk with a fellow Hoosier. I didn't realize how starved I was for a little shot of Indiana culture.

Aww, Barack, you shouldn't have. Really.

I got a letter from Michael J. Astrue, Commissioner of the Social Security Administration, on Saturday telling me I'm part of the pork.

It was one of those twice-folded single-sheet things that you tear the perforated strips off of the sides and lift the top flap to open.

Here's what Michael had to say:

Good news! The economic recovery bill that President Obama signed into law in February 2009 provides for a one-time payment of $250 to Social Security and Supplemental Security Income (SSI) beneficiaries.

You should receive your one-time payment by late May 2009.

I just checked my bank account and it's not there yet.

Now, I just need to figure out how to put it to the best use. Here are some possibilities that come to mind:

  • But a new gun.
  • Stock up on ammo.
  • Buy a quarter-ounce of gold.
  • Donate it to the National Rifle Association.
  • Give it to the Republican National Committee.
  • Donate it to help pay Sarah Palin's legal bills from responding to specious, harassing lawsuits.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Scary stuff

I had a nice long chat with my son Sean in Portland this morning where he is recuperating from minor ankle injuries he suffered in an auto accident on I-5 near Centrailia, Wash., Thursday night.

Sean and Ruth were returning to Portland after a business trip to Seattle, with Ruth at the wheel of their rental car.

Here's Ruth's account of the accident:sean&ruth christmas 08s

"The accident was a result of trying to avoid a large box on the highway at night, I was driving, and no other cars or people were injured. I swerved to the shoulder to avoid the box and then didn't want to go into the ditch alongside the shoulder so swerved to the left and ran into the concrete dividers. The airbags deployed and ...they really work!!!...we spun and then I pulled us onto the shoulder to stop. The real problem was that it was very dark and the box was hard to see and it was on the highway at about 60 mph so each steering motion was extreme.  Anyway, in so many ways we were and are miraculously fortunate."

Sean has an ankle trauma that isn't a break and will apparently improve significantly in 3 days or so although he currently can't walk on it and it is quite painful and he is sore in general as well as really shaken. He is getting used to hobbling around with crutches and a rolling chair. I have a broken nose (looks terrible but isn't too serious) and a fractured finger (thankfully on my left hand) and am sore and very shaken. We have both seen doctors and are in good hands with both medical and holistic treatments."

Needless to say, we're all relieved that they walked - well, hobbled in Sean's case - away from what could have been a life-altering or life-ending crash.

Friday, April 24, 2009

To Hot Springs National Park and back

I promised myself that I would reserve Friday for a good long motorcycle ride.

I initially though of Eureka Springs and Sean Franklin's Cycle Gadgets as a destination. After all, it's just 230 miles or so. But Google Maps estimated the travel time at 4 hours and 40 minutes, which would probably stretch out to nearly 10 hours in the saddle for a round trip and not much time in the middle to hang out and sight-see.

To make matters worse, I had a CD to get into the mail - it had to go out Friday or wait until Monday. So 10 a.m. found me standing outside the local post office trying to decide where to go. I had my National Parks Passport, an impulse buy last July at Devil's Tower, in my tank bag so I got it out to see where in Arkansas I might comfortably ride in a day to collect a stamp.

I settled on Hot Springs National Park at Hot Springs, Ark. It was a 384-mile round trip, but riding time is much shorter because almost all of it was across the flat delta landscape that extends from northeast Arkansas to the southwest quadrant of the state - a mere hotspringsbath13 hours and 30 miles, according to Google Maps.

So I set my Garmin GPS for Hot Springs National Park and headed out. A strong crosswind was blowing from the south and the gusts made for some uncomfortable riding, especially on east-west sections like the stretch of Ark. 14 from U.S. 49 to U.S. 63.

I stopped about 1-ish at a Wendy's just west of Little Rock for lunch and a blog entry, then pressed on to Hot Springs. I guess I expected a traditional semi-wilderness national park scene. What I found was a town build around hot mineral springs with a parade of commercial bath houses lining the main drag, including one that was now the hotspringsstamppark's visitor center.

I stuck a couple of nickels into a parking meter and tramped down the street about a block to the visitor center where I stamped my passport in the bookstore.

I used to think the national park passport thing was stupid, but with only two stamps so far, I'm thinking about accumulating more as I explore this region.

I stuffed the passport back into my tank bag, set my GPS destination for the BMW motorcycle dealership in Little Rock and hit the road.

BMW Motorcycles of Little Rock is the only BMW dealership in the area I haven't visited. The nearest is a disappointing mostly Yamaha shop - and only incidentally BMW - in Memphis that I scoped out last summer.

The other is Grass Roots BMW Motorcycles in Cape Girardeau, which hotspringsbmwis about the same distance from my house as the Little Rock dealer. Grass Roots has a good relationship with the BMW Riders of the Mid-South and often gives club members discounts, so that's where I went last summer to have a new battery installed in my K1200GT before riding off to Wyoming and Colorado.

I hit Little Rock at the beginning of the evening rush hour and slogged my way through traffic to the dealership.

It's a nice shop that also sells Triumph and Ducati bikes. The folks are friendly and I bought a t-shirt to commemorate my visit there.

The winds had mostly abated by now, but what remained gave me a nice tailwind as I rode northeast on U.S. 67 and only lightly buffeted me as I rode east on Ark. 14.

I arrived at home about 7 p.m. to find that Maria had thoughtfully left the garage door open for me and parked the Subaru off to the side to give me a clean shot at my bike parking space.

Report from the road


Stopping for lunch at a Wendy's just sw of Little Rock en route to Hot Springs National Park to get my NP book stamped.