Friday, December 29, 2017

My Problem With Palestine

I've spent a lot of time pondering the Palestinian-Israeli problem over the years.  I certainly don't believe that I can fix the problem single-handedly, but I would like to put out a couple of items that the public at large doesn't seem to know or consider when the issue is discussed.

You may or may not know that the Palestinians effectively lost their land because of the six day war in 1967.  In a nutshell, Israel's neighbors had a problem with Israel's existence since the country was re-created in 1948.  These neighboring countries (Egypt, Jordan and Syria) tried a couple of times since 1948 to kick Israel's ass, and consistently failed.  In 1967, this happened again, and in a matter of six days, Israel took an ass load of land from these countries.  In short, the Palestinians tried to take something from Israel, and the Israelis eradicated Palestine from the map.  My take:  If you go to war with a country and lose, you really don't have much to cry about, especially if you're the aggressor!

Going back further, there has never been a historical country of Palestine.  There have been Palestinian territories going back to the Roman Empire, but there has never been a country named Palestine in the same sense that there has been a France, Britain, China or USA.  This means that the Palestinians are more of a cultural people than a geographic people.

If you put these issues together, it seems to me that the Palestinians are being rather unreasonable in their demands for land and peace.  They claim a right to East Jerusalem, though they've never had a country, much less a country with Jerusalem as its capital.  They claim land that they lost through their own misplaced aggression.  It seems to me that life would be easier for everyone if they took what was offered and moved forward peacefully.

This, of course, is my own take.  I am absolutely willing to hear new information.  I don't have all the answers, and welcome the opportunity for someone to prove me wrong, or change my mind.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Libertarians are Leading With the Wrong Argument

Those of you who know me are likely aware that I'm a Libertarian and have been one for... well, quite a while. Over the years, I've heard time and time again that Taxation is Theft.  It's become kind of a rallying cry for the Libertarian party.  Unfortunately, it's the wrong opening discussion.  Here's why:

The reason I became a Libertarian was not because of money.  I became a Libertarian because I was disillusioned with the Democrats and Republicans.  I got tired of the lies, the broken promises, the crony capitalism and backroom deals.  I grew sick of seeing politicians getting elected to office as decent people only to be turned into party automatons.  I got tired of seeing new laws that curtailed my personal rights.

Bitching about taxation is all well and good.  I don't know anyone who loves paying taxes.  But at the end of the day, choosing taxation as the Meme for the Libertarian Party is not the best place to start the discussion. Taxation is a finite item with a limited appeal and value.  We should talk about how our individual freedoms are being eroded.  People seem to agree that freedom has no price.  So why are we leading with taxation, which has a set dollar value, when we can talk about personal freedom, which has a value beyond measure?  Libertarians are leading with the wrong argument.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Protect Our Private Information

I'm sure that you've heard about the Equifax breach.  I don't know about you, but I'm tired of the haphazard, lazy securing of our private data.  Corporate America has proven that self-policing doesn't work, so it's time to get the Government involved.  I will be writing a letter to my legislators at the state and national level, and I encourage you to do the same.  For your convenience, I am including the text that I will be sending in.  Feel free to copy and paste, and send to your own elected officials.

I am writing to express my anger and dismay over the Equifax data breach.  I am tired of not having my personal, private data properly secured.  Government and private entities have repeatedly demonstrated a lack of convern over my financial data and proven that self-policing is not a sufficient deterrant.  With this in mind, I am asking for legislation designed to provide intentives to keep personal data personal, and to punish those who fail to do so.  My proposed legislation is two-pronged.

First and foremost, there must be a real, tangible financial penalty for those who fail to protect customer data.  Companies who fail to protect such data should be prohibited from forcing customers into arbitration. This will allow victims of sloppy security the opportunity to be better compensated for lost time and money.  Companies who fail to protect private data will also be forced to provide lifetime credit monitoring and fraud assistance for anyone whose data was compromised, whether or not an actual loss occurred.  The idea is that it should be the company's responsibility to make things right when a data breach occurs, not the consumer's.  This means that if a company fails to keep my data secure, they are on the hook for all expenses incurred as a result, permanently.  Attorney fees, lost time, damage to credit, damage to reputation, and direct or indirect financial loss should all be subject to this law.  If, when you consider the wording of this legislation, you need to choose between erring on the side of the company, or err on the side of the consumer, you must err on the side of the consumer.

My second proposal is aimed at the Credit Reporting Agencies.  I propose legislation that requires Credit Reporting Agencies to allow all consumers to lock and unlock their private credit information at will, at no cost to the individual.  While consumers have a choice whether or not to carry credit cards, and when to use credit, we do not have a choice regarding whether or not our data is submitted to the Credit Reporting Agencies.  We have neither the right, nor the choice to opt out.  Adding insult to injury, we are usually required to pay for the privilege of preventing third parties from accessing our data, and if we do choose to pay to keep our data private, we need to pay again so that potential creditors and employers can access this data.  This is OUR private information, and the Credit Reporting Agencies are charging us to keep it private.

Thank you for your consideration in this important matter.

For your convenience, I am also including a link that will help you find your elected officials.

Monday, September 4, 2017

Questions for Libertarians

Those of you who know me realize that I consider myself a liberal-leaning Libertarian.  In general, I believe that the government is too large, too intrusive, and too wasteful.  At the same time, I see just as many signs of capitalism running amok, taking advantage of the little guy to the same extent as government.  Trusting the market is well and good, as long as you realize that market efficiency and human compassion are often-times mutually exclusive.  I'd like to bring up a couple of points here, and ask my fellow Libertarians how they see these issues, and how they would solve them.

Let me start with the topic of income inequality.  I'm fairly confident that we can all agree that income inequality exists in America.  We most certainly agree that income inequality drives economic productivity, because people desire to get ahead in life.  The thing is, the deck is heavily stacked against the little guy.  Statistics show that the wealthiest 1% of America holds approximately 40% of all wealth.  Conversely, the bottom 20% holds less than 1% of the wealth, and statistics indicate that this income inequality is only accelerating.  The middle class, which historians and economists consider critical to a prosperous, stable society, is rapidly shrinking.  I suspect that my Libertarian friends will blame this inequality on the government, but that answer is far too simplistic, and not entirely accurate.  The result of labor relations before government involvement was the 1900's, which was the only time in American history where the distribution of wealth was more skewed than it is today.  We know that income inequality has been the downfall of many societies, and given our current course, I see that happening in America in the not-too-distant future.  My first question:  How does Libertarianism address the problem of extreme income inequality?

The second topic is environmental.  Time and again, I hear Libertarians effectively say that they want to get rid of the government.  Heck, a lot of Libertarians want to privatize roads.  The thing is, capitalism does an abysmal job of considering environmental impact when calculating costs.  If we get the government out of environmental enforcement, how do we ensure that future generations will have clean air to breathe and water to drink?  I cannot believe that business will voluntarily do the right thing.  I'm convinced that if left to its own devices, business will take us back to the 1970's environmentally, and then go downhill.  I suspect that you will say that consumers can demand XYZ, and business will make it happen.  However, that assumes that the consumer has realistic alternatives, it assumes that the consumer is always rational, and it assumes that the consumer has the financial means to vote with his dollar.  All of these are inaccurate assumptions.  So... how do Libertarians handle the problem of pollution?

I'd love to hear your thoughts.  Please sound off.

Saturday, August 26, 2017

Just When I Think it's All Good...

Dammit Greg,

I made it through your birthday this year.  I was even happily recalling some of our hi-jinks without getting all wistful.  I've recently been able to talk about your death much more matter-of-factly.  But this morning I was browsing online for a new tent, and it made me think back to all of our Boys' Trips, and now I'm missing you again.

That's the thing I don't believe you understood when you checked out.  You had no idea how intertwined you were with our existence... our happiness.  You had no idea how many people you would hurt, and how long that ache would last.  Like I said to you earlier, your suicide left a special kind of pain.  It's like herpes, man... the gift that keeps on giving.

I guess I need to be clear about something, and I'll explain it in terms you'll understand, because you've always loved the water.  The grief is kind of like ripples in a pond.  That initial splash, when you actually died, was like throwing a huge rock into a perfectly calm pong, and it threatened to drown us.  Now time has passed.  The center is calm again; the ripples are smaller as they're spreading further away from that initial violent splash.  This isn't a perfect analogy though, because I'm starting to see that those ripples will probably never completely go away.

Monday, August 21, 2017

Not Quite a Bust

Well, today is the big day... the solar eclipse.  I had been hoping to take my grandson out to see the spectacle, making a full science day out of it.  I'd hoped to show him how to cook nachos in a solar oven, teach him how to burn stuff with a magnifying glass, and a few other science activities.  Unfortunately, mother nature isn't cooperating in my neck of the woods.  It's been raining most of the morning, and the sky is overcast to the point that we can't see the sun.  The closest we will come to experiencing the eclipse is that it will become quite dark outside.

It hasn't been a total loss though.  Being a Marine, I adapted, improvised and overcame, and we've spent the entire morning doing indoor science experiments.  Here's what we did...

-We did the vinegar and baking soda experiment.  I added a little personal flare by mixing some food coloring in with the vinegar.

-We made magic mud with cornstarch and water.  We had a lot of fun with this one.

-We made a mason jar ocean by filling the mason jar about halfway with blue-dyed water, and then topping it off with vegetable oil.  He said this was his favorite... probably because he gets to keep it as a souvenir.

-We shined up tarnished pennies by putting them in a glass with vinegar.

-We put part of a bar of Ivory soap into the microwave and watched it expand like a marshmallow.

-We did some tie-dye art on paper.  We started with milk in a large casserole dish.   We added some dish soap, and then added food coloring.  We then placed a couple of pieces of paper on top of the solution.  The result (which is still drying) is tie-dyed sheets of paper.

-We put a raw egg into vinegar, and are watching the vinegar dissolve the egg shell.

We had a lot of fun doing science stuff.  Definitely a day well spent.  It was nowhere near the bust it could have been.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Getting Loesst

The second to last day we rode through the Loess Hills, and once again, Iowa's scenery gave me a pleasant surprise.  I had heard that the scenery and riding out there was really cool, but after the previous days' rides, I knew that somewhere, sometime, I'd be let down.  I was once again wowed by what Iowa had to offer.

We spent the early part of the day on Loess Hills Scenic Byways, winding our way north through hills, valleys, woods, farmland and over rivers.  We went over 50 miles at a time without seeing a town large enough to have a gas station.  The ride was beautiful, relaxing, rustic and invigorating.

The Loess Hills portion of the ride ended in Sioux City, where we darted into South Dakota for a while. which completed our quest to hit every state surrounding Iowa during this journey.  Another cool thing about South Dakota is that they have an 80 MPH speed limit on their freeways.  This gave us an opportunity to (legally) open the throttle on our respective rides and see what they could do.  Interestingly enough, I saw a LOT of vehicles (including us) that tended to cruise at speeds between 70 and 80 MPH.  I didn't see much speeding.

We continued north until we hit US Highway 18, at which point we turned eastward, ending in Algona.  We were within 50 miles of our destination and saw rain on the horizon.  We geared up and headed into the rain.  In very short order, rain was falling so hard that we had a difficult time seeing the road, so we turned on the flashers and slowed down.  That's when the hail started.  In all fairness though, the hail stones were just large enough for me to say that we were caught in a hail storm.  Regardless, it continued raining harder, and we responded by slowing our pace.  Just about the time I wondered how I (we) could continue safely, we entered the next town.  The first building in town was a car wash, so I led us into bay of the car wash, where we waited out the storm, which passed in just a few more minutes.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

My Take on Father's Day

I jumped on Facebook this morning and saw a post from not one, but two of my male friends which essentially said Women, quit trying to steal our day... this isn't Mother's Day, it's Father's Day.  In one case, a female friend responded by saying If a mom is pulling double duty (by playing mother and father) then she should get both holidays.  I've got two thoughts on this, and basically I'm going to piss off everyone.  If you're easily offended, you may as well quit reading now.  Otherwise, read on...

To you single moms who want to claim Father's Day:  Nope.  Today is designed for dads.  You didn't have what you consider proper support (whether it's financial, physical, emotional or whatever) in raising your kid?  Bummer.  I'm proud of you for stepping up, but it's a little self-centered and conceited to expect that you deserve an extra day of credit.  Parenting isn't about credit.  It's about doing what's right for your kid(s).

To you dads who are pissed off that single moms want to horn in on Father's Day:  Man up and grow a pair!  It's a freaking Hallmark holiday.  The true measure of fatherhood is not how well your kids treat you once or twice a year.  Fatherhood is measured in the character of your children, and the effort that you personally contributed toward that outcome.

To both sides:  This is a First World problem.  We have mothers and fathers who can't feed their kids... who lost babies to preventable childhood illnesses... who saw their children maimed or killed by despots and terrorists.  Keep your shit in perspective, and quit getting your respective panties in a bunch over a fucking made up holiday!

Westward, Ho!

The next leg of our journey took us across the entire southern strip of Iowa.  It was also a four-state day.  Recall that Keokuk is in the southeastern most portion of Iowa.  We crossed the Mississippi into Illinois and turned around back into Iowa.  We then headed south into Missouri and turned west for a bit, popping back into Iowa as soon as circumstances allowed.

Once back in Iowa, we hit Iowa Highway 2, which took us across the southern-most part of the state.  The best way to explain this leg of the trip is "relaxing."  The roads were relatively straight, with the occasional gentle bend.  The pace was easy.  The landscape was relatively flat.  Lots of farmland and countryside.  I was once again pleasantly surprised.  I expected that this part of the trip would bore me, but it didn't.  I enjoyed cruising through the tiny towns that dotted the road.  I appreciated the sunshine and countryside.  It was a full day, but it didn't seem that way.

We hit the western-most point in Iowa before we knew it, and decided to continue into Nebraska, again, just so that we could say we hit four states in a single day.  I think we covered a bit over 300 miles that day, but again, it didn't seem like that big of a deal.

Another thing I noticed on that day... people in Southern Iowa have accents that are distinct from those in Northern Iowa.  Those in Northern Iowa have an accent similar to those in Minnesota or Wisconsin... a bit of a Norse accent.  Those in Southern Iowa are starting to pick up a bit of a southern twang.  And these accents are both more pronounced in the Eastern part of Iowa than they are to the west.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Turning South

After spending two glorious days in Northeast Iowa, it was time to say goodbye to Decorah.  We packed up our gear and headed south, following Iowa's Great River Road.  I'd heard many good things about Great River Road, but after my Driftless time, I expected that our run along the Mississippi would be a bit of a letdown.  The ride was as good as everyone said it would be, though it was a bit different.  I had expected that we'd hug the river throughout the entire ride, and that's not what happened.

We followed Great River Road until we hit Guttenberg, a charming little town right on the river.  From there we moved inland a bit and followed Highway 52 South to Dubuque.  This section of road has a lot of fun twists and turns, with plenty of varying scenery along the way.  As I hugged the corners, I kept asking myself "How did I not know about this road before?!?"

We stayed on highway 52 past Dubuque until we stopped in Bellevue, where we had lunch at Flatted Fifth.  Bellevue is another spot that reminds me of Greg.  Greg, Bill and I did a daylong motorcycle ride in the fall of 2015, just a couple of weeks before he died.  My last photos of Greg were taken on that run, and my last fond memories of Greg center around that day.  Also, I coordinated a small memorial ride last summer, and Bellevue was one of the stops on that trip.  With that said though, the decision to stop in Bellevue didn't really have anything to do with Greg.  It was all about the restaurant.

Flatted Fifth is more than a restaurant.  It's also a music venue and a bed and breakfast.  The building is an old grist mill, and the owners have done a tremendous job with the place.  The menu is relatively limited, but they have mastered everything they offer, and the wait staff is warm and friendly.  In my opinion, Flatted Fifth is such a cool place that it's worth a special trip.  As a side note, I also have a loose connection to the owner of the restaurant.  I graduated high school with the owner's sister.

After our hearty lunch, we continued south; the goal was to be in Keokuk, the southeastern most city in Iowa, by the end of the day.  We still had a lot of ground to cover if we were going to make our goal, so we chose a more direct route instead of the scenic path.  I've got to say that going through Clinton sucked.  We managed to hit every red light, and spent far too long stuck in a construction zone.  Other than that though, it was smooth sailing.  We arrived in Keokuk late in the afternoon, where we once again set up camp, and then zipped into town for a fast food meal.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Northeast Iowa

The second day of our bike trip took us to Northeast Iowa.  We stayed at Pulpit Rock Campground in Decorah.  In the past, my family has camped with Greg's family at Pulpit Rock, and it's located along the Upper Iowa River, which is the river that we ran on our very first boys trip.  It's also the river where we scattered Greg's ashes.  This information had nothing to do with the decision to stay at Pulpit Rock, but it was another instance where the past met the present.  We chose to stay at Pulpit Rock because it's a great campground, and it's very close to some wonderful motorcycle roads.

This was a relatively short day's ride, so we were able to set up camp and prepare for the evening meal with plenty of daylight to spare.  Part of our overall plan was that we had very few preconceived notions.  None of us had done a trip like this before, so we wanted to start things off easy.  The overarching goals of this ride was that we wanted to have fun.  This meant that if the weather was crappy, we were prepared to not ride.  If our butts were sore from riding, we would stop short. Another primary goal was that we would not plan heavily, based on the first goal.  After setting up camp, we decided to cook over an open fire, and we chose hobo stew.... basically ground beef, vegetables and cream of whatever soup, cooked in foil, over an open fire.  We had to go to the grocery store to get the meal. Thanks to an idea from Randy's wife, we cooked the meal in a couple of disposable foil lasagna pans, covered with foil, instead of a bunch of individual foil packs.  Awesome meal!  Awesome idea.

After the meal, we sat around the fire as the sun went down, listening to the sound of the nearby bubbling creek, drinking a couple of beers.  The evening's entertainment was brought by our neighbors... a group of gay men, who by the look of things had never camped before.  It was funny!  Picture the "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" hosts trying to camp, and you've got the idea.  Huge Tent?  Check.  Tiki torches?  Check.  Overdressed?  Check.  Gay men bickering over how to set up the tent?  Check.  Complaining about bugs?  Check.  This was the closest we came to having a Wild Hogs moment.

We spent the third day riding around Northeast Iowa, focusing on the Driftless Area Scenic Byway and the northern section of Iowa's Great River Road.  There is some incredible scenery and many miles of winding roads with virtually no traffic.  During this time, we darted into Minnesota and Wisconsin, allowing us to hit three states within the span of a couple of hours.  There's also a really cool grate bridge from Lansing, IA into Wisconsin.  That evening we hit the Old Armory BBQ, a delightful smokehouse BBQ, for dinner.  After supper, we went back to camp and spent another evening around the fire, listening to the sound of the water next to our camp site and talking about nothing in particular.

The Past Met the Future

Picking up on yesterday's post... The trip officially started for me on Friday night.  After work, my friend Randy, my daughter's boyfriend Josh and I rode a couple of hours from where I live now to my boyhood home, a couple of hours northwest of here.  We had arranged ahead of time to stay with Greg's parents.  Greg's parents and I obviously share the loss of Greg, but we also share a similar outlook on life, and they know me about as well as my own parents know me.  This means that we have a lot more to talk about than Greg.  Naturally, we spent some time reminiscing about times with Greg, but that was not all we talked about.  This is a good thing, because I suspect that if we'd spent the evening focusing on the ghost in the room, Randy and Josh would have felt a bit awkward; I didn't sense any awkwardness coming from them.  Gary and Sue (Greg's parents) were awesome hosts, offering us food, beer and control of the TV remote.  We stayed up until relatively late in the evening watching Full Metal Jacket on Netflix and talking about I-don't-know-what.

We were up early the next morning, and we all sat around the table drinking coffee and eating breakfast.  After breakfast, Randy, Josh and I met up with Bill and Darin for the day's ride.  Bill is a very close friend of mine (our friendship goes back to high school), and Darin is the friend I mentioned in my last post.  The day's ride was a poker run fundraiser for suicide awareness... a ride that Bill had told me about as the trip was being organized.  Choosing that as the first day's run was a no-brainer.  Even better, the trip allowed -- nay, encouraged -- cars, so Gary, Sue, and Greg's brother Doug (who has become my friend in his own right), attended as well.  Darin's daughter Alissha also participated, riding on the back of my bike and taking video of the goings-on.

It was a warm, sunny day.  Almost perfect, except for the wind that started whipping up around halfway through the trip.  We put just shy of 175 miles on our bikes that first day.  I spent a LOT of time enjoying the day and living in the moment, sometimes forgetting the somber purpose of the ride, and always enjoying the company of those with and around me.  Every now and then, I remembered what the ride was about.  Sometimes I felt a twinge of sadness.  Most times I thought, "Greg, you dumbass!  Why did you have to do that?"

The end of the poker run brought all of the riders/drivers together at a local bar and grill, where a raffle was held and various prizes were awarded.  The organizer opened up the microphone.  That actually scared the crap out of me.  I was worried that people would tell the sad stories of their own loved ones' suicide.  Fortunately that didn't happen.

After the poker run ended, we all went back to Gary and Sue's house, had dinner and watched Blazing Saddles, which is one of my all-time favorite movies.  We all laughed at the stupidity of the show and drifted off to bed relatively early.

The next morning, we were all up around sunrise.  We enjoyed another breakfast and coffee together, and then hit the road for our journey around the state.  The poker run, and staying with Greg's family was an incredible way to bridge past boys' trips with the journey that was about to occur.  The past met the future.  This is not the end of honoring Greg's memory though, nor is it the end of the adventure.  Stay tuned for the next installment.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

(Boys) Trip of a Lifetime

As I mentioned in my previous blog post, I spent last week on a motorcycle trip around the state with some friends.  Doing a long bike trip is something I've wanted to do since my pilgrimage to Sturgis a couple of years ago... heck, since I started seriously riding a bit over a decade ago... and this was the year that it happened.

Those of you who have known me for a long time realize that I've been doing annual Boys Trip vacations for roughly 25 years.  These trips started when I had a conversation with Darin and Greg, two friends I've known since sixth grade, where we reminisced about how much fun we used to have camping and canoeing as Boy Scouts.  Greg said that we should spend a long weekend canoeing down a river in the area.  We all agreed, and Greg made the arrangements.  We had so much fun that we decided to do it again the next year, and before we knew it we had an annual tradition.

Over the next couple of decades, we did a lot of trips... downriver canoe runs... a few years of whitewater kayaking... a couple of island-hopping lake excursions... a journey to the Boundary Waters in Northern Minnesota... even a long weekend in Vegas.

The tradition came very close to dying last year.  Greg, who was really the founder of these trips, committed suicide in October 2015.  In 2016 we made one last canoe trip to scatter his ashes.  That trip was incredibly sad... sad beyond words.  It took place on the river where it all started.  His parents, wife, daughters and many, many close friends gathered around as we scattered some of his ashes in the river next to the cabin where we stayed for the weekend, and those who were able spread the remainder as we paddled down the river.  It was cathartic and gut-wrenching.

Throughout the rest of the fall and winter, Darin and I discussed our options for this year's boys trip.  We both knew that we wouldn't be doing another canoe trip in 2017, partially because of the memories of Greg, and partially because Darin has health issues that prevent him from spending a lot of time stuffed into a canoe.  We considered scrapping the tradition... letting it die with the founder.  Instead, we decided to try something completely different, and we agreed to do a motorcycle trip.

After Darin and I decided to keep the tradition going, I talked to a few other close friends.  By the time the date rolled around, there was a core group of three going for the week, and a few who joined us for part of the trip based on their available vacation.  Over the next few blog posts, I will tell you about the trip.  I hope you stay tuned, and I hope that I can adequately relay the fun and adventure that we experienced on this boys trip of a lifetime.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

A Connundrum

Last week, I went on the trip of a lifetime.  Several of my friends and I took a week-long motorcycle trip around the state.  My original plan was to spend the next several days blogging about the trip and filling you in on the fun that we had.  Unfortunately, I need to digress and ask for some advice.

I have a friend who wanted to surprise me on the last leg of the journey.  He called me on the evening before we returned home, and we talked about the trip.  He decided to join us that evening and then ride home with us.  He's been a friend of the family for roughly 20 years.  After talking to me, he called my older daughter and asked to borrow her bike so that he could surprise me by showing up at the hotel on the last night.  Knowing that I'd be delighted at seeing him, my daughter lent him her bike.

Unfortunately, he got pulled over for speeding on the way to see me.  Once the cops pulled him over, they discovered that he was riding with a suspended license, among other infractions that won't be mentioned here.  My daughter's bike was impounded, and he was thrown into a county jail, roughly 125 miles from here.

After this occurred, our local police department knocked on my kid's door around midnight, waking her up and quite frankly scaring the crap out of her.  They asked if my friend had permission to ride her bike, but no other details were provided.  The next morning, she contacted me, trying to figure out what to do.  We were both understandably worried that my friend had been hurt or worse.  My daughter finally found out that he was busted, and that her bike was impounded.

My daughter and I both tried to reach out to him, but he has not responded.  I have called.  We both left voicemail messages.  I sent him text messages.  I sent him a PM via Facebook.  I know for a FACT that he's seen the Facebook message. My early messages said that I was worried.  My later messages said that I know he didn't intend to get busted, but he should call.

In order to get my daughter's bike out of impound, I had to zip home, cutting my trip a few hours short.  My daughter had to take unscheduled time off from work.  She had to pay over $300 to get her bike out of impound, and we had to travel four hours round trip to retrieve the bike.  An inconvenience, yes, but in the grand scheme of things, the inconvenience is minor compared to the fact that I KNOW my friend has seen at least one communication from us, and am confident that he's seen or heard all of them, yet he refuses to reach out to us.

Here's what I want to know from you:  What would you do if you were in my situation?  I get that he's probably embarrassed about the situation.  I understand that he may not have the financial resources to pay my kid back, especially considering that he's probably going to have to pay for an attorney to deal with these charges.  This isn't about the money.  This isn't about the fact that he worried us.  This isn't about the fact that he made a poor decision.  What matters is that I've reached out to him, I KNOW that he's received at least SOME of our communications, and he's not stepping up to talk to us.  From my perspective, it seems that he's prepared to trash a twenty year friendship over something stupid, because he's not responding.  How long should I wait before I say enough is enough and allow this longstanding relationship to end?

Monday, May 29, 2017

The Men Behind the Sword

Some of you know that I recently assumed the role of Commandant for my detachment of the Marine Corps League.  What most of you don't know is that the detachment has a ceremonial sword in honor of two Marines.  When I became Commandant, I asked about the history behind the sword, and nobody knew.  Being Marines, we realized the importance of knowing our history and honoring those who came before; so we set out to rediscover the story of these Marines.

After diligently researching for a bit over a month, I'm happy to say that we once again know the history of these Marines, a father and son team.  The father was a career Marine aviator; the son was killed in action in Vietnam.  I find it rather fitting that our findings were finalized on Memorial Day weekend, and that I'm able to make this announcement on Memorial Day.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Missing You Again

Hey Greg,

It's been just shy of 18 months since you pulled the trigger, leaving your loved ones behind to come to grips with what you did.  The crushing sense of loss has mellowed, but I still miss you tremendously.

I had a major bout of... I'm not sure what to call it... it's not exactly depression, because that time has passed. Sadness?  Yeah, I guess that's the right term.  I had it a couple of weeks ago.  I really missed you, man.  Though it's not quite spring, I've been experiencing this feeling that the world is about to come back to life.  I guess it felt like you should be coming back to life as well; but I know that will never happen.  The emptiness built for several days... I talked to your brother... I talked to your mom... and still the emptiness built.  Eventually, I ended up crying in my wife's lap.  I know that the wife and I are supposed to support each other, and it was awesome that she was able to provide me a measure of comfort when I needed her, but I still couldn't help but feel weak.  It's my job to be the rock, not the one in need.  I was fortunate to have her shoulder to cry on, but it still felt wrong somehow.  F*cker!

Last night, I was watching 'Longmire' on TV.  In this episode, the main character scattered the ashes of his deceased wife.  I watched him as he reached into the plastic bag that carried her ashes... when the wind carried those ashes away... and when he broke down and cried over the experience... I couldn't help but remember when I did the same thing with your ashes.  I recalled how your entire life experience was distilled to a few pounds of carbon... I remembered how a handful of ash felt so light... so fine... almost like talcum powder... but the heaviness of the overall bag of your remains...

I've resigned myself to the knowledge that I will never truly "get over" your death, which is kind of funny, because managed to get past my divorce -- the only real comparison to your death.  I found genuine happiness after my divorce, but I've come to accept that when you committed suicide, you not only took yourself from this world... you also permanently removed a measure of my own joy.  I'm fortunate to be an overall happy man, but you should know that you managed to steal a small piece of my happiness.  F*cker!

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Back in Shape

In 2012 I made a few lifestyle changes and started getting into shape.  My original goals were relatively modest, with the primary one being the desire to pull off a First Class Marine Corps Physical Fitness Test.  At my peak, I pulled off a First Class PFT two age brackets below my own, and was in striking distance of hitting a First Class PFT for the 18 year old age bracket.  I injured myself in 2015 and stopped going to the gym for over a year.  I finally started hitting the gym in December of 2016.

Today, I did my first PFT since getting back to the gym, and I'm pleased to say that I managed to pull off a First Class PFT.  I was four points away from a First Class in the age bracket below me.  I've got a ways to go before I was in the shape I was before injuring myself, but I'm happy to have made this much progress in a few short months.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Feeling Hopeless

Over the past several days... weeks... months... I've been feeling kind of hopeless about my country.  I want to feel positive, but it's growing increasingly difficult.  Everywhere I look, gone is the spirit of cooperation.  All that's left is bitter divisiveness.  I see it in the news, and I see it in social media.

I see Democrats and Republicans both choosing the least qualified, most divisive candidate possible for the highest office in the nation.

I see a very devout follower of Christ, saying that Trump's election is evidence of God's will, while ignoring our President's obvious distortion of facts and questionable behavior in the past.

I see friends saying if you voted for Trump, unfriend me because he's racist or sexist or whatever, while ignoring the possibility that a person could vote for Trump without being racist, sexist or whatever.

I see the liberal media excoriating Trump without considering the possibility that he might actually have some good ideas.

I see the conservative media extolling Trump's virtues without acknowledging that he's making questionable decisions.

I see outraged liberals rioting and indiscriminately destroying private property.

I see law enforcement arresting the media who were only reporting these aforementioned riots.

I see increased instances of overt discrimination.

I see liberals ignoring the fact that illegal immigrants, by definition, are breaking the law.

I see conservatives ignoring the fact that illegal immigrants generally take jobs that no American will take.

I see liberals saying that it's unreasonable to restrict travel to the US from certain countries.

I see conservatives believing that it's reasonable to restrict the rights and liberties of law-abiding Americans in the name of security.

I see conservatives saying that all liberals are whining, entitled children who need to grow up.

I see liberals accusing all conservatives of being heartless and thoughtless.

I see liberals wanting to increase my taxes, ignoring the fact that I work for my money.

I see conservatives wanting to eliminate welfare without considering that some people need, and are worthy, of our assistance.

I see both sides pointing to the behavior of the few bad apples and believing that it's par for the course.

I see radicals on the left burning our flag with the goal of inciting outrage.

I see people on the right ignoring the fact that flag burning is protected speech.

I see people on both sides saying oh look, when your guy did the same thing my guy is doing now, you supported it, while ignoring the likelihood that they engaged in the same hypocrisy.

And here I am, stuck in the middle, feeling hopeless, because both sides are adamantly refusing to even consider that the other side might have some legitimate issues with what's going on in our society.  I hope that we can get past this one day, but it's increasingly difficult to hold out this hope.

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Back to Your Cave, Mama Bear

Yesterday I read a story about a B-52 bomber that lost an engine in rural North Dakota.  Nobody was hurt, and no property was damaged.  The B-52 was based in Minot, ND.  It so happens that a high school friend of mine has two sons, both of whom are in the Air Force, stationed at Minot.  When I saw the original story, I seized an opportunity to have a little good-natured fun at the boys' expense.  I logged on to Facebook, posted the article on my page, and essentially said that it looked like the boys had their first run at jet engine maintenance and repair.  (This, by the was patently not true.  One is an MP, and the other is a Parachute Rigger.)

Within an hour, there was a comment from the boys' mother saying "Not Funny."  I took a brief moment to sarcastically apologize to their mom, who apparently appointed herself as the supreme arbiter of all things funny.  She didn't reply, but I think that I've got a bit more to say to her, so here goes...

-Ummm, yeah, it is funny, so shut the fuck up.

-I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to your boys, so shut the fuck up.

-Your boys are no longer children.  They are grown men.  So, unless you want them to be emasculated boy-men, you should -- you got it -- shut the fuck up.

-Having never been a male (unless there's something I don't know), you will never, ever understand that men bond by insulting each other.  Therefore, you should just let the men have their fun.  This, of course require you to -- yep -- shut the fuck up.

-You've also never served in the military.  I, on the other hand, spent six years in the United States Marine Corps.  I have spent a lot of time giving your boys some good-natured ribbing over their decision to join the Air Force instead of the USMC.  That's what military veterans do.  My original smart-assed comment was as much about a US Marine teasing a flyboy as it was about one man teasing another.  Since you don't know what's what, I would like to once again suggest that you shut the fuck up and let the big boys play.

It kind of chaps my hide when people place themselves into conversations to which they were not a party.  That's what happened here.  I was talking to, and making fun of the boys.  Next thing I knew, mom was throwing out her comments, getting all offended on the kids' behalf.  Ummm... I know these kids... these men.  And they know me well enough to know that I was not being serious.

Don't get me wrong... I get the whole mama bear instinct.  I understand the innate desire to protect your young.  I'm a parent.  Hell, I'm a grandparent.   But there comes a time and a place for mama bear to acknowledge that the cubs are grown, and return to the cave.