February 16th, 2015
I recently received an invitation to an auto dealership to compare a number that was on the invitation with a number they had on display. If the numbers matched, I would be the winner of a brand new automobile. Just for accepting the invite and showing up within the allotted time period, I would be guaranteed a gift card worth $20 for a national chain store. The store is one that I like and do make an occasional purchase from. I could not lose on this deal.
Or could I? Read the rest of this entry »
January 5th, 2015
Chapters one and two of this true story are told in my blog articles: “My Forty Year Dream — 1967” and “My Forty Year Dream — 2002”, respectively. This is the third chapter.
My third attempt to follow my dream of descending to the depths of the Grand Canyon and out again was planned better than the first two tries.
First of all, I had decided to make the descent from the North Rim instead of from the South Rim and then continue with the ascent to the South Rim. This was a bit more of a challenge due to the longer trail and greater distance of the North Rim descent.
I engaged the help of my brother Donn who had moved from California to Kingman, Arizona, just a year or so before this try. I had purchased my camp permits in advance via mail and had them at the ready when it came time for the adventure. My trip was planned for September of 2006. The earliest I could apply for the permits was May 1 of that year. That is the day I applied as I wanted to be sure to get the permits I needed for each campground I expected to stay at. Read the rest of this entry »
December 15th, 2014
In the first chapter of this saga I mentioned my failed marriage to Alvernia. That was the first of two failed marriages that I participated in. The second was to Judith and it lasted considerably longer the the first.
Judith and I married in 1973 and in the mid-seventies we moved from Illinois to Arizona. We never lived as close to the Grand Canyon as I had in the sixties and my time was spent looking for gainful employment. When such employment was found, my time was spent maintaining it, which left little time for me to even think of hiking down into the Grand Canyon.
As was true in the sixties, the employment I could find in Arizona was not as good as I could hope for back in the mid-west. Judith and I soon returned to Illinois without ever attempting the great hike. After a decade and a half, marriage number two faded and I found myself unattached again.
The good news here is that this made me available to try again and to test the “third time’s the charm” theory. Read the rest of this entry »
September 30th, 2014
Today is September 30, 2014. It is an important day for me because it was on September 30, 24 years ago, that Margaret had nothing better to do so she married me. It was a lovely wedding. How could it not be with Margaret as my bride?
Twenty four years is a long time but sometimes it seems like it has only been 24 minutes — 24 minutes under water. Just kidding, of course. It truly has been 24 wonderful years.
Wonderful, but not perfect. Read the rest of this entry »
August 18th, 2014
The state of Arizona held an appeal to me from the first time I passed through it in 1961. That had happened as I hitchhiked from Chicago to Los Angeles. Even so, while over the next five years I had lived in several places including a Los Angeles suburb, Dallas, and Chicago (again); as well as in some smaller towns and cities, I had not lived in Arizona. In 1966 it was time to give life in Arizona a chance.
My life had included a marriage to a woman named Alvernia that lasted for 20 months before my bride decided that her life was not going as she wished and she moved west to Los Angeles — without me.
But it was the draw of Arizona that nagged at me and I decided to move to Flagstaff in May of 1966. This move from Chicago took place on the rails. This was about half a decade before Amtrak became the country’s passenger rail service so I believe it was the Super Chief of the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe that provided my ride. Read the rest of this entry »
August 4th, 2014
What is the opposite of left? It is right, right? But the opposite of right is wrong, right?
So if the opposite of right is wrong and the opposite of wrong is right, and the opposite of right is left, then left and wrong must be synonyms. Right? Before you question how your favorite breakfast roll got into this mess, remember, that is a different spelling.
So are left and wrong synonyms? They are, according to many neo-conservatives, but this is not meant to be political, so the non-political answer is no — I think? Read the rest of this entry »
July 21st, 2014
I’m a reasonably intelligent man. My IQ is greater than my weight — in kilograms.
I can often figure out things that need to be figured out. Sometimes when working on a project, I’ll make a mistake. That’s okay since making errors is a human characteristic. So, if I do make a mistake, I simply regroup and find the error, then figure out the correct action and do it. Soon my project is back on track.
Of course I have my limits. I don’t know much about any of the sciences except the very obvious things such as gravity. Push something off the table and it will go down to the floor. Read the rest of this entry »
June 16th, 2014
It was more than one nail. In fact, there were a number of them and they always came in pairs. But I was able to attack them one at a time.
But I’m getting ahead of my story. Not really, this is just my way of introducing a flashback. Now flashing back about 5 years.
A maple tree (or maybe it was an oak) in our front yard had wandering roots that specifically liked to find cracks in the sewer lines from our house to the city sewer lines. This caused a lot of problems as the roots blocked the sewer lines which backed up the sewer stuff to the house. That’s going the wrong way so something had to be done. Read the rest of this entry »
June 2nd, 2014
Oh where, oh where has my little muse gone, with apologies to Septimus Winner.
Oh where, oh where has my little muse gone.
Oh where, oh where can it be.
It used to provide ideas for writing
And give inspiration to me.
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April 21st, 2014
My wife and I just purchased a corn crib.
It is a steel structure about 60 feet long by 18 feet wide and 32 feet high. More like 44 feet high at the peak. Rough calculations tell me it should hold a lot of corn. Well over three million cans. You can never have too much corn, right?
So if we were to put spinach in it, would it be called a spinach crib? Should we fill it with beets would that make it a beet crib. I guess any different vegetable would change he name of this structure.
Maybe we will store both corn and lima beans and call it a succotash crib. Corn is one of my favorite vegetables, so for now we will stick to corn crib. Whatever vegetables we store there, we must remember to not cook them first. Read the rest of this entry »