Is that snot running from your nose and heading to your mouth for...

October 28, 2013

A Taste Of Winter...

Winter is not my favorite season of the year any more since being homeless its tough to stay dry and impossible to reach any comfort level. And since I don't have a motocross bike I can't enjoy a good mud ride where you rarely get hurt because the speeds aren't as fast as in the dry and the mud cushions the ground and lets you just slid for days! Oh yeah! All that riding on the edge and the bumps and slams and tumbles are the reason for some of the arthritis I can use as another example of  Why I don't like Winter! Whatever... Suffice it to say that "I DON'T LIKE THE WINTER!

That howling wind night before last was a very graphic season change indicator. In the matter of 5 or 6 hours one could feel the clinging heat of Summer let go its grip as the chill of Winter rushed upon us sending in a dull numbness that only Spring can cure...

The optimism that summer seems to promote give's way as that impending doom cloud seems to lurk over head. More hours in darkness than light. Indoors too much resulting in the dreaded cabin fever. No two ways about it: I Don't Like Winter!

This time last...

October 23, 2013

Year...

Next week it will be one year since I acquired the Chevy Komfort motor home. Wow! The year went by quick! Of course, they all do now, or so it seems. And while some things have gotten a bit better there still is so much not right and should have never happened in the first place that it over shadows all the positive. I waste too much time, effort and money running the motor home in circles to keep it from drawing fire from the idiot squad that could have been spent improving the vehicle and making it road worthy as well as dependable. It should be parked on the property and all the gas savings alone would add up fast. Such a pile of shit Code Enforcement has made of my living arrangements and they get away with robbery again...

All the wrongs that Code Enforcement was guilty of and I blew the whistle on and the worthless elected entities who should have launched an investigation and exposed the crooks yet all they want is to keep things hush, hush. Shame on their corrupt souls. Shame, shame, shame!

Sacramento County has become such a shit hole of government and the ones elected to watch out for our interests are useless. They don't want to do a good job. They just want to look good doing nothing. I'm quite sure they failed on both accounts.

Veggies are great but...

October 19, 2013

Where's The Beef?

Wendy's had Margret Peller in the 80's asking everyone, "Where's the beef?" They also had square hamburger patties back then, too. And OJ Simpson was still running through airports for Avis wearing Dingo cowboy boots.

Another 80's feature was Kirk Breed running CalExpo State Fair and Exhibition wearing the boots and sporting the hat to compliment the Oklahoma cowboy who just recently passed away. I remember Lee and I crashing the press luncheon for the Neil Young concert which was the inaugural event for the Bill Graham Amphitheater at The CalExpo site. I guess I was especially bold that day as I marched right up to Kirk's table, introduced myself, saw an empty chair and then rhetorically asked, "Is this seat taken? Mind if I sit here? Hey, Lee! Grab a chair and bring it up here!" Following that brazen act I went right after Kirk cutting right to the heart of why I was there which was to some way get the legendary Bushy Lake Motocross track operating again. Considering the controversy surrounding the environmentally protected nature area just over the levee on the southwest side of the fairgrounds toward the American River.

The controversy shrouding this area and Mr. Breed was almost a career killer. After one major MX event in the early seventies and a hand full of local AMA/District 36 races the track was shut down followed by Kirk Breed's in-your-face move of cutting down some oak trees and cotton woods in the woods surrounding the pond-size "lake" thereby disrupting the habitat of the federally-protected Cotton Tail Deer species along with a coyote or fox that is native to the area and I think there were turtles involved as well as some flora and fauna. The Eco-freaks were especially vocal at that time and shit hit the fan with Breed taking it full force to the face and Governor Jerry Brown (his first tenure) catching some blow-by as the press fueled the flames.

I informed Kirk that I wanted to promote some events at the Bushy Lake facility and would like to know if this was a real possibility or not. He exclaimed, "Well anythings possible, son! Ya' just gotta wanta do it enough!" By the time the luncheon was over with Kirk and I were best of friends with his people going to get in touch with my people and we'd do lunch again real soon...

The only times our paths ever crossed again was at the press luncheon for the Sacramento Mile and the first two CalExpo Stadium Cross events that I co-announced. Before I ever promoted any CalExpo event I ended up walking away from the evolving sport of motocross. Nowadays it's Supercross and the hybrid Extreme MX with back-flips, front flips and a myriad of Ariel Acrobatics that dominate the attention in the sport. Once I knew them all and where they came from and how they got there and sometimes even where they were headed. Now I can't even tell you what the classes are...

Some times the changes are good; sometimes there for the good. And other times the changes are good for nothing...

Is that a pick-a-nick basket...

October 8, 2013

Hey, Hey, Hey Boo Boo...

When I was a kid I remember this neighborhood was the best place to live because it had everything required to enjoy being a kid. The park around the corner, the Junior High School down at the end of the street, a ton of empty lots and fields for days, so many friends you could play with someone different every day and not see the same ones for a month. And the American River was only a mile or two away where you could ride your bike on the trails and, later, your mini bike and then motorcycle. Always something going on and new things happening every day.

And look what progress has brought us: The bike trail ended the dirt biking at the river, all the fields filled up with apartments or businesses, most of the people grew up and moved away, the park got all sanitized and now high-tech monitors tell you when its too late to be there and the Junior High School became the Elementary School that was moved there from next to the park. And those apartments that were built in the 60's on Morse Avenue went from being clean and stylish (for the times) to slummy and full of trash (not their dumpsters, their residents!). And a lot of the houses were bought up by rental agencies, property management groups and wanna-be better than everyone else types.

The latter group seemed to be the ones who formed associations and committees and such and elected themselves to the jobs of neighborhood moral-masters out to save the area from all the terrible crimes they perceived to be happening everywhere. They all got their secret decoder rings and went into the secret spy business and got a hold of Maxwell Smart shoe phones and put the sheriff and code enforcement in their speed dial buttons and then whenever they saw something they didn't quite like or agree with or that made them suspicious they drew their own conclusions, started rumors with their gossip and began accusing others of crimes that weren't happening...

Generally, if some one had a lot of visitors stopping by they were guilty of dealing drugs. If some one worked on cars or bikes a lot he had a chop shop. And the ones that found some extra cash scrapping the metals that could be found around the neighborhood was a copper thief. Then by constantly badgering the authorities they could make them the subject of the monthly meetings. That's where a few vocal paranoids bitch about any body they judge unworthy of their respect and they dream up ways to harm them and drive them from the area. They succeed way too many times since the officials that attend these get-togethers are just there to play politics and appease these social retards.

The real sad part is that there are a couple who seem to take themselves way too serious and they get aggressive toward their victims and break more laws than those they accused of being criminals. Like the bleach blonde in the gray Chevy Tahoe that lives on Maison and Roena that rudely and aggressively rode up on my ass last week and somehow found fault with my driving 15mph on a narrow residential street with parked cars on both sides and garbage containers still on the street. Isn't that special? Did the bleach cause brain damage? Maybe the Botox was injected too deep. Or the doctor pulled the skin too tight when he did the face lift. She should have opted for the tit lift to remove the nipples from her knees... 

October 8, 2013

Zesty Yes...

I now have two, count 'em, two motor homes. I picked up the second one a couple of days ago. It's a 1978 Pace Arrow 26' long with the same chassis and power train as my Komfort. Though it was well maintained it is still 10 years older and has way, way more miles on it. It's been across the country numerous times - at least 3 trips to Florida and a couple to South Carolina that I'm aware of on top of up and down the west coast umpteen zillion times. It was the touring vehicle used by the Favaro Sisters, four sisters that were compared to the Osmond Family that I met back in 1985 when I was Stage Manager/Emcee at the Nevada County Fair in Grass Valley.

At first I was going to switch to it as my home on wheels but I think I'd rather use the parts off of it on the Komfort and then sell the Pace Arrow or trade it for a truck or small economical car. It has 6 near-new Michelin tires and both air conditioners on the roof work so I could use one on the Komfort. And the transmission - a Turbohydro 400 - was rebuilt not too many miles ago. The coach door is in perfect shape and is the same as the other RV's door. And I could sell the Onan generator for a good price. I wish I could take the outer skin and swap it as it's the durable aluminum and not the FRP I have on the other vehicle. And the rear cowl is a one-piece molded fiberglass unit but that may be going a bit too far. A lot of things can be swapped that need to be repaired. And the thing I like the most but can't be traded is the superior layout that features the bathroom shower at the very rear of the unit and much better use of the space inside to create a better more spacious feel. It sleeps six easily and the kitchen has more room. It does have a problem with the roof leaking but that could be repaired.

Well, something will happen and it should happen soon. I just have to decide which option to choose and get to it.

You gotta know where you are if your...

October 6, 2013

In It, On It, Around & Through It...

Once when the house was still on the property and I had rented a room to a friend she created such a problem that I had to tell her to move. I said "rented" but she didn't have any money or job so she was staying at the house for free. She was supposed to be looking for a job every day but she was pretty much an alcoholic so when I left for work she cracked open the vodka and got drunk. I'd come home to a house full of people, a few I didn't want in my house at all, and she had trouble grasping the concept that I didn't want certain people at my house when I was here so I surely didn't want them there when I wasn't!

I remember the day I told her she had to move out because she was so mad about my locking her out that she broke 7 windows out and then tried to light the house on fire!!! She was a mess and, unfortunately, a few years later she died of causes related to alcohol abuse. I really do miss Cheri and had high hopes that she would conquer her demons and the addiction to liquor. But it didn't work out that way I'm sorry to report...

And then there was Bo, the first person I let move into my house. She did pay rent and except for her extreme electrical consumption she wasn't a terribly bad renter. The excess power drain was the breaker though and she had to go and another sad ending was that after getting her act together, earning a Class 1 driver's license and driving trucks she, too, died from some mysterious disease. I still see her son occasionally but I miss her as well.

Then there was Paul, a former Olympic swimmer who was Mark Spitz team mate when Mark won his record 7 Gold Medals in Mexico. Or was it 5 in Mexico and 7 in Germany 4-years later? Any way, Paul was disqualified from the Olympics because he was a life guard on weekends at the swim club he competed for and since he was paid or actually received membership in the club in exchange for his duties the USOC considered him a "professional" swimmer so he lost his spot on the team. I know it really hit him hard since he had devoted his youth to swimming in order to achieve the goal of competing at the Olympics. Paul was a master carpenter who was a perfectionist with great talent in wood craft. He had a heart attack about a year and a half ago and died at the hospital. He wasn't quite 60-years-old. Paul was going to assist me in rebuilding my house and thought the idiots who wanted to tear it down were crazy. I really miss Paul's level headed view on things...

About a month after Paul's death my friend John lost his life due to diabetes brought on by alcohol abuse. I was at his house working on his dad's van the night he fell 3 times and I had to help him up and finally into his bed. The next day an ambulance transported him to the hospital where he slipped into a coma and within a week his life had come to an end. John was a witness to the damage Code Enforcement did when they trashed my house and dumped my mother's ashes on the floor. John was there for me so many times during the 16-months from fire to demolition and he really understood what I was going through since he and his life-long companion Kathy had suffered through a house fire that cost him dearly as well. I'll always miss the sound of his Harley Low-rider rumbling up day or night, wind, rain or sunshine...

It seems so strange that in such a short time so many people left my life never to return. I have the memories but even as time fades those memories I will never completely forget the friends I've known. I have many friends still and know I'll make a few more along the way but I said my good-byes to those who are gone and look forward to the hellos yet to be said...

She wanders the neighborhood looking just...

October 5, 2013

Like A Bag Lady...

Kind of funny seeing this aging hippie-type bitch walking down Morse as Xzy and I biked to MacDonald's for breakfast. She looked like an old bag lady out rummaging through the dumpsters. Her attire was definitely Che`Garbage and that smirk on her face said so much. I recognized her as 1313 Sebastian, the emailer from the AMNA. Funny how she doesn't even walk over here on this street all the way across Morse yet she is so interested in what goes on, even if she has no idea what's going on. Yet she draws incorrect conclusions and then spreads lies, rumors, innuendo and other assorted non-facts and makes herself feel important. It gives her purpose in life. Only problem is that her gossip mixed with a few other nosy busy body do-no-gooders were what a couple of idiot Code Nazis used as the basis for tearing my house down. And, of course, I forgive her her sins (the Lord don't like them gossip mongers!) and will just let it go at that... Yeah, right!!!

The big gossip was there was so much traffic at my house I must be selling drugs and since I was hauling stuff salvaged from the fire ravaged house then I must be out there stealing copper and such. Wow! Great detective work there Patty Hearst. I think you must have taken way too many hits of 4-way acid and burned a lot of hash in the old brass pipe you assembled from lamp hardware you pocketed from Emeigh Hardware. The worst part is that the Sheriff that were at these meetings co-signed their slander and assisted the Code Nazis in this highly suspect activity! If all this illegal activity were taking place then the first thing to be done is the sheriff should be making some arrests and not just dragging me out of my house for old traffic warrants or for "disobeying a notice or order" by living in my damaged house.

It seems that the local constabulary are so determined to prove that they are doing good work in the neighborhoods that they don't care what is going on and they'll just let a few vocal vigilantes call the shots and commit serious crimes against innocent victims so they won't get them calling them all the time to complain. If there was drug dealing and copper theft going on then they should have made some arrests to justify what the idiots were asserting.

And the Code Enforcement crack-heads telling Dave and Mandi "my meth lab blew up and caused the fire" was another slanderous assault that any moron could see was a lie. If there was a meth lab and it blew up the entire area would have been evacuated and I sure wouldn't have been free to roam the streets. There would have been a Hazardous Clean Up a lot more insense than the undocumented fools that were used for the sham that went down almost 2 years ago.

So tell me this? Who was the victim and who perpetrated the biggest crime? The criminals were many and some wore badges while others wielded cell phones and called in false reports. And I was the victim...

It sure gets spooky when...

October 2, 2013

October Begins...

October begins and the spooks all come in and they wait until the last day for fun. It gets scary at times but its always the norm that this month ends with Halloween night. Its when costumes disguise and knocks at the door can mean tricks wanting treats or maybe some one really wants more. Other times there is no knock while still others there's nothing at all.

I really don't like October. Its been when more bad things have happened to me then good. First, its the time when the seasons change from the warm end of summer to the cold approaching winter. Its also the month that my house caught on fire, my oldest sister Deanna died and my mom passed away. Not what I consider fond memories to keep me warm and cozy. As far as October goes I think it sucks.

So for the remainder of the month - another 4 weeks - I won't likely find much to be happy about. Not that any of the months in the past few years have been much of a joy. But at least life during the other months doesn't add so much sorrow and pain. Just the usual misery of trying to survive while a bunch of neighborhood busy bodies stalk my every move and play tattle tale with code enforcement and the sheriff. Though now I am fully aware of their petty little bull shit and plan on giving them plenty to keep their feeble minds working over time. Let them snoop and take their pictures and draw inane conclusions for what they think they see. Let them call the county supervisor and drag her into their petty little game. They will all think they've really got some major incident to report and they'll have the sheriff running ragged chasing their own tails when, in the end, they will be turning themselves in and they will have only themselves to blame for the "crime". Setting them up, so to speak, for the surprise they all will never expect. Kinda like pointing their fingers in a mirror. A little game of one on none.

With that let the tricks begin while I enjoy the treats of revenge...