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A hole in my heart, but it’s just a hole

I think it’s common knowledge that there is something terribly wrong with every human being. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. No one is perfect. We are all good at something and we are all equally bad at something else, and we all have a deep void somewhere within ourselves that we need to fill with something. I think it is part of what makes us human.

Some fat people fill it with food. Some skinny people fill it by puking up their food. Some athletes fill it with vitamins and exercise. Some second level athletes fill it with steroids. Alcoholics fill it with booze and a junkie fills it with a needle. It’s a vicious, gaping hole that needs to be filled. It is hungry and that hunger never goes away.

I wonder if it’s a hole that we’re born with or a hole that we develop over time. Sometimes life’s harsh lessons dig it deeper as we go and the hole consumes us until there is nothing left. Sometimes we learn about that hole and we try to fill it up, only to find out that we are digging another hole in ourselves to fill in the first hole, and then the second hole is deeper and more ravenous than the first.

I think that I’m nearing an age where I’ve figured out my void. I’m understanding why I’ve made this decision or that decision throughout different periods of my life. I think I know the hurt that I’m trying to cover and the methods I use to try to fill it up, and I can live with it.

As time goes on I’m learning to be compassionate to it. I’m actually learning to like it. It’s making me humble.

Why are we saving the planet?

mushroom-cloud-hbI hate to be the one to break it to you but folks, there is going to be an apocalypse. Whether it’s created by God or a human nuclear war, it’s going to happen. It may not happen in our lifetime but it will certainly happen. All life as we know it will cease to exist and the planet will be uninhabitable by modern life forms. So why are we trying so hard to save the planet? Why are we shitting in water saving toilets or even worse, compost toilets? Why are we separating our plastics from our papers? Why are we not burning as much coal as possible to drive our insatiable appetite for energy driven products? Why are we villainized for driving a vehicle that gets less than 25 mpg? I just don’t get it.

The dinosaurs had a beautiful planet going on and then God’s kid brother bumped the chess board, all the pieces fell over and BAM! It was all over. Nuclear winter and planetary extinction. What did God do? He lined up the chess men and started the game over. Two more tiny amoeba and we start a new ant farm. Perhaps it will be of our own doing this time with the Hadron Collider. Listen carefully to this video. Lord help us all.

I’m burning my plastic. I use spray deodorant and I drive a gas hog. I don’t care if there is a clean battlefield when Iran decides to launch the first nuke that’s answered by 1000 more from us, Russia, North Korea and China, blowing life as we know it out of the universe. I don’t see the point.

Let it snow

snow-02-06-2010I woke up to 15 inches of snow this morning. These storms are nice when they happen on the weekend and you are ready for them. I like being snowed in but you have to be prepared.

A quick run to the beer distributer.
Better hit the liquor store too.
Make sure the car has gas in case of an emergency.
Make sure there is gas for the tractor to plow the driveway.
Don’t for get groceries and snacks for the Super bowl.

Okay, ready or not, here it comes!

Sky has an emergency vet visit

skyfence-colorBy the time I get to the vet’s office Sky seems just fine. They check me in and I sit and wait for about 10 minutes. Vet girl #1 comes out and gets me to go back and weigh him in and go into the examination room. Sky jumps right on the scale no problem. 49.6 pounds. We go in to the exam room and wait for about another 3 minutes. Here comes vet girl #1 again, this time with a rectal thermometer. I get one arm up under his belly so he can’t sit down and hold his collar with the other hand so he can’t turn around and bite her and she does the deed and leaves.

So far so good.

About 4 minutes later here comes Doc Kepner.

Doc Kepner: “Okay, so tell me again what’s wrong”.

Me: “Well, I feed him a can of food every morning before I leave for work. He has dry food available all the time and whatever I eat at night, he eats too. Plus, he gets rawhide chew toys and bones on a regular basis, like three or four times a week. Everything was normal until this morning when I fed him his can of food. He took one bite and started yelping real bad and slunk out of the room. I coaxed him back in and he went right for the food again and took about 3 more bites but was yelping and crying really bad like he was dying. Then he came up to me like he was hurt and I started petting his chest and sides to see if I could find out where he was hurting, but he just yelped and cried like he was dying no matter where I touched him.

So I started freaking out. I’m thinking his stomach flipped or something. I saw Marley & Me you know, and it made me cry, so I go fire up the computer because I live in Juniata county and I don’t have a Daupin County phone book, and I just don’t trust the local vets up there….and that’s when I called you. I’m sorry for waking you up but honest to God Doc, I thought he was dying.

After I hung up with you I looked and he had finished all his food and I took him outside. He started playing and running around as if everything was normal. He took a dump, which I collected for you right here in this bag”.

Doc Kepner: “Well, let’s have a look at his teeth”.

Doc Kepner comes closer and starts to reach towards Sky

Me: “Careful Doc. He’s a little funny with strangers. He only likes me”.

Doc Kepner reaches out and grabs a handful of the loose skin on Sky’s jowls and…. it’s on. The switch goes off and Sky’s eye’s go crazy and Sky goes crazy. It sounds like the Tasmanian devil, only possessed and very, very angry. The ears are back , the teeth are out and Sky is jerking his head around violently trying to bite him, then he’s trying to bite me. He’s trying to bite anything he can reach but Dr. Kepner has the vet death grip from hell on that jowl.
About 45 seconds or a minute goes by, which actually seemed like a few minutes, and all the sudden the door bursts open and vet girl #1 and vet girl #2 come running in.

Vet girl #1: “Are you okay”?
Vet girl #2: “Do you need any help”?

Doc Kepner: “No we’re fine. We’re just getting to know each other in here. Besides, he told me that he was a little funny”.

Keep in mind, the struggle is still going on. Doc Kepner has Sky’s head pointed the other way now so he can see the other side of his teeth. The vet girls leave the room and the fight continues for about another 30 seconds. Then as quickly as it began, it was over. He released the vet death grip from hell, and Sky was sitting right up against me and looking at us like “What the fuck man?

Doc Kepner: “Well he has beautiful healthy teeth. I can’t believe it. He has better teeth than a two year old, and he’s as strong and healthy as a two year old too. Maybe he bit his tongue, but I don’t see any bruising. Maybe he ate something that gave him a sore throat. I’ll give you some mild pain killers for him. They’re about like baby aspirin but non-steroidal. Give him one twice a day and keep an eye on him.

And that’s it. He leaves, I pay the $69 bill and we leave.
We got home and I gave him his first pill, crushed up and in a little food. He yelped and cried when he ate it, but he ate it. That was around noon. Then just now after dinner I gave him the other one mixed in with dinner and he ate it without making a sound.

It seems like he’s getting better. We’ll see I guess.

The Beauty of Boilo

boiloI learned of a new drink from my friend and com-padre Rob Llewellyn this weekend. It’s called Boilo. From what I understand, it has Lithuanian roots, and at this time I’d like to personally thank the Lithuanians for bringing this fine recipe over from the old country and sharing it here in the good ol’ US of A. I am enjoying it immensely.

Rob has taught me a lot of things. When I first started camping in a camper, he taught me how when and why you tip your awning. When I started motor boating he taught me how to trim my out drive. He turned me onto soupies, which are a delicious meat snack that goes great with beer, and now he’s taught me about boilo. While I’m thanking people, I thank you Rob, for all that other stuff too, but especially for the boilo.

There are many boilo recipes out there on on the net. A simple google search will turn up a good harvest. After reading a few, I went to the grocery store and got some goodies and here’s how I made mine.

3 large navel oranges
3 lemons
1 1/2 oz of raisins
16 ounces of honey
1 rounded teaspoon of cinnamon
1 quart of blended whiskey

Peel the oranges and lemons and smash the shit out of them in a pot. I used my hands to squeeze as much as I could squeeze and then I smashed them with an old fashioned potato masher. Toss in the raisins, honey and sprinkle on the cinnamon. You’ll wind up with about probably a quart of juice pulp liquid stuff. Cover it and pop it in the oven at 200 degrees. In a few minutes it smells heavenly. Every half hour, get it out of the oven and smash it some more. In about 3 or 4 hours, it’ll be cooked down as much as it’s going to cook down and it’s almost ready.

Take it out of the oven and strain it into a pitcher. Add the quart of whiskey and stir it real good and pour yourself a cup in a coffee cup. If it’s not hot enough, zap it in the microwave a little.

And that my friends is boilo, or at least one version of it. There are a few things to note.

* Keep the oven at 200 degrees. No warmer. You don’t want it to boil even though it’s called boilo.
* Never add the whiskey while you are cooking it. Heat will evaporate the alcohol and we certainly don’t want that now do we.
* Don’t keep it hot for the reason above. When you want another cup, just pour it in a cup and nuke it.
* Watch it when you put it in the microwave because it will bubble out over the top if you get it too hot.

After your first sip you will know in your heart that there is no finer holiday drink known to man. After the second cup, you will be hooked and telling all your friends about it. After the third cup, you’re likely to announce that eggnog is for pussies, and so forth it goes.

Disclaimer: There are many many ways to make this. Some use a crock pot. Some make it on the stove top and actually bring it to a boil with the booze already in it. There are many ways to skin this cat so please don’t jump all over me and tell me that I’m doing it all wrong. The method that I laid out above is simply the way I chose to spin it after doing much research on the net. I intend to make many variations of this as long as the weather stays cold and I crave a nice hot drink, but for now, this is the way I did it and all I can tell you is that this is some awesome stuff and………..

Eggnog is for pussies.

UPDATE: I’ve been using Evan Williams Cherry Whiskey and I only add about 3/4 of the bottle. It makes it real nice 🙂

Sometimes my brilliant ideas aren’t so brilliant

yamsDuring my many trips to the Riviera Maya there were many, many things that I truly enjoyed and one of those things was a little dish that I’d always load up on at the breakfast buffet. That dish was fried bananas. They take bananas, quarter them and fry them in butter and brown sugar. Nummy! I always looked for them when I was in a Mexican resort and I started making them at home once in a while too.

During one of my recent grocery shopping trips I bought a few sweet potatoes. I like baked sweet potatoes as much as I like baked white or red potatoes with a steak or a good piece of baked haddock. Anyway, I had a small sweet potato left and was sitting there on the counter for about a week and then it hit me. I had a brilliant idea! I’d prepare that little sweet potato just like I prepare those delicious fried bananas.

So I peeled it with care, quartered it, and placed it in a covered frying pan with about a half an inch of water and let it cook. When the water boiled down and the potatoes were soft, I added about two tablespoons of butter and a quarter cup of brown sugar and that’s when it hit me. I had just made a serving of your common everyday candied yams. You know, the ones that you can buy in any grocery store in the free world and even in most third world countries.

Imagine my chagrin. It’s good that I like candied yams. I had never made them any other way other than opening a can and heating them up, but now I know, and you know what? They were as sweet and tasty as the fried bananas that I love so well, but instead of dreaming of the tropics while I had my breakfast, I had thoughts of the many thanksgiving dinners that I’ve had in my life and how much I love my dear grandmother. She made candied yams almost every Thanksgiving that she cooked, if not every Thanksgiving that she cooked.

So while this brilliant idea wasn’t really all that brilliant, it turned out okay in the end and I learned that candied yams taste surprisingly like fried bananas.

The Price of Character

integrityJust how much does character cost?  Can it be purchased as a package deal with integrity since the two seem to go together?  Where is the character store, and just exactly where can one purchase some integrity?  Funny questions one might think.  Some would say that you can’t buy character, and even more would say that you can’t buy integrity, but I say they’re wrong.

You can buy poise and beauty.  A woman can spend 50 grand on a boob job a tummy tuck and an ass lift, take the other 10 grand and go to charm school and have the appearance of poise and beauty.  A man can can do the equivalent makeover but the problem with all that is that after all that work is done, those who know you or will get to know you will still see the rotten core inside.  That is of course if the core inside is indeed rotten.

So, where is the character store?  Who do I make the check out to?  I pondered these questions for many years.  When I was younger, it didn’t seem to matter, but I still wondered, and then as maturity started to set in, it became important to me.  I wanted to know.  I had to know.  I wanted to be better than I was.  I wanted to be proud of myself and I realized that I couldn’t be proud of myself until I obtained some character and integrity. Utmost character and integrity.   I first learned what that really meant when I started working for MindSpring.  Charles brewer created a set of core values and beliefs by which his business would run.  We read them at every company meeting and we believed in them.  I adopted them as a way to point my personal life in the right direction and it was a true turning point for me.

I had a best friend back then, who is still my best friend today, and all of the sudden I realized that the answer was right in front of me.  It came natural to him somehow.  Perhaps it was the way he was raised, or perhaps it is just part of his make-up, but he had been the example that I had wanted to follow for a long time, but I had  never realized.  It all comes down to something very, very simple.

In life, many things happen and many opportunities present themselves to you, and when they do, there is a very simple and uncomplicated question you have to ask yourself.  There is always a right thing to do and a wrong thing to do, and that is what that question is.  Should I do the right thing or should I do the wrong thing?

So let’s get back to the price of character.  The price of integrity.  In many cases it’s free.

That chick at the bar.  She’s hot.  She’s drunk.  She’s eying you up like a cougar eyes up a gazelle.  Now she’s sitting next to you and rubbing your leg but wait!  What’s that?  Oh, it’s a wedding ring on her finger and you find out that she’s married and having a fight with her husband, or even worse yet, her husband is your friend.  Sure, you’re single and can pull this off no problem but that is exactly the time you need to ask yourself that question.

Should I do the right thing or should I do the wrong thing?

Many people make the wrong decision, but if you make the right one and walk away, you have just purchased some character.  You now own some integrity.

Selling character and integrity is much easier than buying it.  Say you are buying some smokes at the local quicky mart and you hand the man a ten and he gives you change for a twenty.  You realize it and he doesn’t.

Ask yourself that question.  Should I do the right thing or should I do the wrong thing?

If you do the right thing, it just cost you 10 bucks…..but not really.  It wasn’t your ten bucks to begin with. If you stuff that extra ten in your pocket and walk out guess what. You just sold your character for a measly ten bucks.

I’ve been trying my best to do the right thing since 1996.  I’m doing a great job.  I’ve passed many tests, but it never stops.  It’s kind of like alcoholism.  You relapse one time and you have to start all over.  My latest character test cost me $50.36.

I blew a brake line in my car on the highway.  I made it home.  It was dangerous but i got my car into my driveway.  I tried, but couldn’t fix it myself so I called the local garage and asked them to come and tow the car over and fix it.  While they had it, I asked them to do a bunch of other work that needed done.  Anyway, two weeks later, my car was done and I went to pick it up.  The bill was $505.43 and i wrote  the man a check.

As I’m talking to him, and glancing over my bill, I noticed that he never charged me for the towing.  I’ve been doing this to myself for so long now that I didn’t even give it a second thought and never batted an eye.

“Brownie, you forgot to charge me for the rollback”

He looked at the bill and I could see in his eyes that I had made an instant connection with another man of character.  He is also a man of integrity and would he would have done the same thing.  Who else would do that?  He put it on my next bill, because he knew I’d never stand for accepting it for free.  It was $50.36. That was the price of character that day.

Dreaming Dreams

sailboat-against-a-beautiful-sunsetWhen I was a youngster my grandfather bought my brothers and I each mini bikes. I loved riding that mini bike and for years I dreamed a dream of racing motocross like my older brother did. When I was sixteen years old I bought an old motocross bike and I raced it. I was no where near as good as my big brother was, but I lived that dream and I loved it.

Then while in my teens I dreamed of owning and riding a Harley and living the biker lifestyle, and then I bought my first Harley at age 22 and lived that dream. I rode hard and lived hard for many years on Harleys. I have many memories and many stories, most of which I’ll never tell, but I loved that life and I lived that dream.

I graduated that dream many years later one leg short and one education long, and I dreamed a dream of climbing the corporate ladder and making what I thought was a success of myself. Good lord, I did that too. While I had all the money from that success, I dreamed a dream of going to the Caribbean and seeing the white sand and crystal blue sea. I loved that dream so much that I lived it over a dozen times. That was a beautiful dream. It was an even better reality.

I’ve had other dreams. Dreams of sports cars, and whitewater adrenaline. Dreams of flying ultralight aircraft and dreams of a satisfying music career. I’ve been very fortunate to have realized most or all of my dreams. I am thankful for being so fortunate.

I’m in a lull now. I’m not realizing any of my dreams, but I still have a dream.

I’m in what is probably, or hopefully the October of my life. The puberty of January, February and March is long gone. The freshness and excitement of April May and June have long since passed, but with some ass kickin memories I might add. July August and September were cool and had their high points, but what about now. My leaves are changing. My blood is running a little colder and my time is running out, but I still have a dream.

I’ve realized all of my other dreams. I wonder if I’ll be able to realize my last one.

sea-captainI dream a dream of living aboard a single handed sailing yacht in the Caribbean. Her interior will be of dark mahogany and her fixtures will be bright shiny brass. Her lines will be sleek and nordic, and her beam will be wide and stable. Her captain (me) will be salty and satisfied,and will gaze out to the beautiful blue horizon soaking in every memory I’ve ever had. Every sip of rum will bring back a thought of an old friend and every night will be filled with the comfort of the memory of a lost love. Some day, I will die on that ship with the distinction and integrity that I deserve.

I only hope that if I realize that dream that when I die, the sea sees fit to toss me overboard and my ship makes it’s way through life’s winds to another sailor who is young at heart and has a dream to dream.

I am human and I am sad

litter0205_468x550I am sad because I am human. I am ashamed that I am human. I am angry at many, no….. most humans. I am riddled with guilt, humility and shame because I am human. It is sad to be part of such thoughtless arrogance and destruction. The same arrogance and destruction that humans have demonstrated since the beginning of the human race, but now it is my turn. It is my time.

I am not a cave man who wields rocks and clubs at my enemy clan members. I am not a viking or barbarian who raped and pillaged my way through life savagely taking what was once the property of others for my own. I am not a pilgrim or settler who came to conquer a new land and steal it from it’s peaceful occupants. I am not a powerful leader who orders the dropping of bombs and radio active fire among people who I have deemed to be my enemies and I am not a logger who annihilates thousands of acres of beautiful rain forest that took millions of years to create, but I am of the same skin, the same blood and the same genetic make up. I am human.

I first got involved with the internet in the early days when it was mostly text and simple graphics. Popular operating systems were windows 3.1 and OS2 v2. Mostly there were just educational websites, company websites and personal websites. Oh yeah, and there was porn. It was fun to surf the net back then. There were no worries. It was just good clean fun and if you wanted it, not so clean fun. Then came the human condition and someone had to start screwing it up. People thought it was cool to start hacking other peoples web sites. More people thought it would be cool to write viruses and infect other people’s computers and then even more people thought it would be cool to create web bots that roam the internet and spam discussion boards, blogs, guest books and websites with advertisements trojans and malware. Hence, the internet is now a mine field where it once was a beautiful meadow.

Humans did this because it is the human condition to parasite and destroy everything it comes across. To be human is to be a cancer and to suck the life out of anything and everything we leach on to. While some of us are aware of this, we still can not stop being human. I drive a car that is run by oil which we drill deep into the earth for, much like the mosquito sucks the blood from it’s host. I use that oil. I need and use products that are wrapped in plastic and styrofoam which ends up in landfills forever. I power my house with energy that is created by splitting atoms and burning coal, both of which create horrible effects to our planet. I am human. I am just another termite in the structure, another cancerous cell in the blood stream. Another drop of poison in the bottle.dolphin_7

As much as I try to be better than human the sad fact remains that I am a human born from a long line of humans and I am sad that I am part of it.

If a superior race of beings ever visit this earth I’m sure they would extinguish us just like humans extinguish what we consider pests, as well they should. I wonder if a rat is ashamed to be a rat, or if a carpenter bee is sorry that he helped destroy my siding.

I think if I had a wish for myself, I’d wish I were a dolphin in an ocean on a planet where there were no humans.

My Grandfather – Charles Leslie Meinsler

chill01My grandfather was born Charles Leslie Meinsler on February 26, 1916. His nick name was Chill. That was his nick name before cool was even cool. 1916 is hard for me to wrap my head around. Automobiles and motorcycles were in their infancy. World war one was in full swing. Woodrow Wilson was president. Prohibition was in force from 1919 to 1933. Radio was just invented and was basically a military secret. Long distance communication was done primarily by messenger and telegraph. That’s when Pop Pop was born. Pop Pop was in his teens during the crash of ’29 and the great depression. I can’t imagine what tuff times they were, but he survived them when many did not. I remember being told that he dug basements with a mule and a pan to make a living.

mompop8He married my grandmother Dorothy Olivia Auch on August 21, 1937. Roosevelt was president. My dad was born in September of 1938. The Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941 and Pop Pop enlisted in the Navy and left his lovely bride and young son to go off and defend his country. Our country. My country.

Pop Pop was aboard the Navy destroyer USS Borie DD-704. They attacked and tormented Iwo Jima, Tokyo, Okinawa and the Japanese home islands.

dd704018On August 9, 1945 a kamikaze crashed into Borie’s superstructure between the mast and the 5-inch gun director, causing extensive damage, killing 48 men, and wounding 66. Pop Pop was one of those 66 that were wounded. He was burned from head to toe by the aviation fuel from the explosion of the plane. He paid an awful price for my freedom, for Nanny’s freedom and for your freedom. Medicine was crude back then. I remember him telling me once that they packed his bandages with maggots because maggots only eat dead flesh, not live flesh, and that’s the method that they used back then to clear the dead flesh from the wounds. I can only imagine what he went through, but he survived. Six days later on August 15th, 1945 the Japanese surrendered and the war in Asia ended.

He went on to own and operate a service station in the 50’s, back when service really meant something. When your car needed service he would ride his Harley Davidson servicar to your house and clip it on to the back of your car with a tow bar, and drive your car to his station and fix it. Afterwards he would wash your car, fill it up with fuel and deliver it back to your house, unhook the Harley and ride it back to the station and send you a bill in the mail. He trusted others and he was trustworthy.

I was born in 1961. John Kennedy was president. Nanny and Pop Pop owned and operated a small 5 room motel in Dauphin, PA. Pop Pop also worked full time at the Navy Depot. He was a hard working man who always made it his main focus to provide for his family. He was a kind man and he loved me and my brothers. He bought us all mini-bikes when we were youngsters and taught us how to ride them. He always had time for us. He helped us when we needed it and he taught us when we needed teaching.

Ally Cat was his favorite song. I remember how he used to smile, and the little dance move that he did when that song would play. I remember his quick wit and wide sense of humor. Most of all I remember his impeccable character. He was a man that believed that anything that was of value was built on a foundation of integrity, including himself.

mompop1Pop Pop died April 6, 1986. It was the day I learned about loss. It was the day I learned about grief and it was the day I learned about true emotional pain. It was the worst day of my life by far.

Pop Pop has been gone now for 23 years and I still think about him every day. I wish I would have made him more proud of me when I had the chance but I didn’t, and that is one of my life’s greatest regrets. He was a great man and a true American hero. He was my hero and I miss him deeply.