Now that the King has had eye
surgery.. he can't drive. Which means I drive.. Now I purposely don't
drive when he is well. It isn't the "man should be the
driver" bit.It is a matter of
survival. Or sanity.
My sanity that is... and I almost
forgot what that was until Monday
afternoon. And Tuesday was worse. I can hardly wait until he
can drive himself again.
See I seem to manage driving to
town, to the mall, to Walmart,
quite well every day that I
Yesterday, Tuesday, I almost hit
someone.. because I was slowing
down and he screams at me.. YOU
ARE GETTING TO CLOSE!
I about jumped out of my
skin..and almost took my foot off of the brake.
I was 10 feet away or more.
I also seem to be able to pick
the right lane when coming to
an intersection. But he started
with .. "you are in the wrong lane."
"YOU are in the wrong lane.". (I
explain I knew where I was
going) and then it was "YOU ARE IN
THE WRONG LANE."
As I pulled across the
intersection of HWY 95 and Kootenai
Cut-across road.. The car next to
me turn left and I went
straight where I was going.. then
a meek, "Well, if that
car had gone straight, you would
have been pushed over".
It is hard to keep your mouth
shut while you are biting
The way the country heads act,
you would think this was WWII.
The journalist.. act like they
are reporting on Vietnam war. That
reporting and getting caught is
ok, just uncomfortable until their
country retrieves them. That after the
war, they get to go home like all the prisoners do.
But this war, and like it or not..
it is a war. We have troops on the ground, everywhere. Be they fighting or
being they are consultants. As far as I am concern if our guys and gals are
getting killed over there, it is still a war. It sure isn't a social gathering.
The war is so much different than
any war we have ever been in for the past 100+ years.For one, the only ones in uniform are.. our
troops. So they know where our guys are..
and they aren't confused with the natives.
Theirs, on the other hand, are
looking like anyone else.. maybe the gun might
give them away..but there are a
lot of the good guys who walk around looking the same and have guns.These cut throats hid their ammo and men with the women and children.. and
then scream if our side bombs the building.. even tho their missiles are
flying out of that same building.
Journalist, like Ernie Pyle, and
such, did not run against cut throats like these. Some of the Japanese may have
torture, and even the Germans might have..but I don't recall them torturing the
writers.First of all, the journalist
had the good sense to stay behind the
troops.And as horrible as the two
countries were to our troops with their
tortures.. some how they didn't think writers were
worth the trouble.
Now we have a community of cut
throats who have no respect or regard for ANY human. Be it the enemy, their
neighbor, or even family members are at risk. And surely Americans are on the top of their
list, for being on the top of the food chain, so to
speak. They don't care if the man is German, French, British, or any other
country. They will kill them all. The people of the world scream if a soldier, be
he one of ours, or the other nations, kills
what they consider civilians..
Yet say little when a head is cut off on one of our own.A protest of indignity for a day or two and
then back to business as usual. These fighters, could care less.. if
anything... they count on it. It gives license to do more.
The United Nation and all the
countries who are trying to fight this war, have no idea how to win it. They have
no idea how to fight it. ... because they have no comprehension of how these
fighters think. Or how far they will go. Again.. they have no uniforms..
no particular outstanding looks that difference them from their countrymen who
are not fighting.. So they slip in our country,
England, and others, basely
undetected. We even have the twisted
mind of our own countrymen who want to
join these savages. Turn coats, so to speak.
They think they will have power..
self power... a savage master.
We need to keep the journalist
out of those countries.. They are not
only signing their own death warrant, but
endangering those who try to protect them. Their job is not worth the risk and
unfair to their families. Once our country person goes into another country.. we
have no guarantee that we will ever see them again,
unless it is on the national news.
Not in a positive way.
We have all seen it in the
news, on the social media, and
read about it... 9 year old
What ever possessed anyone
to put a UZI in the hands of
a 9 year old child? She was too young.. she was too small,
she was too immature... But it isn't her fault.. it is her parents fault.And now what.. This child will have
nightmares the rest of her life.She will grow up, knowing full well she shot and killed a man.. accident
or not.. doesn't matter.The sight she had to see, when the man
was shot in the head..the blood..the whole mess..
THESE so called ADULT THINKING..
wellwe know.. they weren't. Common sense
was once again killed that
day. And the child pays for it the
rest of her life.
For every miss shot, be it
accident, on purpose, this destroys
those who do own guns... For
every one of these that happen, there is over 100,000 gun
owners who will never be in those shoes. Will never let their
guns be used to do harm.. They are the silent majority.
Because they don't yell with the NRA.. they sit quietly in their
homes, shaking their heads on how this happen. And scared that
the few, will get their guns taken away.
It is like the person who
gets in to their car each day and drives
to work, school, or shop..
and never have an accident. Never
purposely abuse the right to
drive. Yet be punished by some
one who was on a cell phone,
while driving.. texting,
or drunk driving, or on
drugs be it prescriptions or not.
The few who make it worse for those of us who go by the
rules and laws of driving.
Those of us who will pay
more for insurance, lose more rights of driving.The same with guns.. the millions who own
guns, pay for the few thousands
who misuse guns... leave them in harms way for
children.Who like themother who paid for her life, gave the combo
on the gun safe even tho she knew her son had a trouble
mind. Causing the death of
teachers and children.
But the 9 year old at a
target shoot range.. why? There is
enough time for her to learn
how to shoot. The thrill of the
shooting.. REALLY? a 9 year old? Sorry Common Sense
60 years ago on this date I
think.. Hurricane Carol hit
R.I. full bore..
My mother and I had left our
house in Middletown with warnings that the hurricane was
heading to Newport.
We had to get down to the
wharf that my parents boat was tied to.
It was a scary ride.. about
4 miles from our house to the wharf. With winds blowing hardy... Even
trees falling down on the road behind us close enough to make the
truck we were in bounce a bit.We had to find another road to go
on, as there were trees or branches across many of the roads we use to
take.4 miles but it took us a half an
to get there.
When we arrived we drove
down near where the boat was tied. I got out and stepped down
the 6 foot ladder that we used.. to get to our boat, or if the
other boat was moored there, then we step on to that one and
jumped over to ours.Which was what we had to do that day.I got the anchor with the 25 foot rope and
threw it out as far as I could to
the bow area.. and brought our boat out away from the other boat. So
it wouldn't knock on the boat. My mother
took the other anchor and
threw it out from the stern ... anchoring solid to the area, and pulled our
boat out that way.Wepull the other boat towards ours, and
we jumped on it. Then taking their anchor throwing it out behind to
help that boat stay away from the dock. We were able to jump down on to
the dock as the water had rose up that
high by the time we got
done. We had tied another line to the bow of the other boat and threw the
anchor as far as we could forward of our boat.. that way each was
secure away from the dock and each other. Mom back the truck up
towards the buildings that were near Thames street. Parking
just under one of them.. We sat there to ride out the storm.
Why? I don't know.. I guess because we were sure we couldn't
drive home with all the trees falling. And it seemed safe there.
Pieces of the buildings
flying by..shingles and more.. The water rising up the wharf. We watched as Ernest
Coggeshall rode out the storm with his commercial fishingboat called the Viking.. and saw the ferry's bobbing up and down like a
cork in the bay. It was scary as we watched our boat rise and
fall with the rise of the water.
Thankfully the anchors held.
Neither boat hitting the dock or
each other. Even with the
boats rising up to the point, we thought they would snap the ropes.
About an hour later things
calmed down. But it was the eye of the
storm. Mom and I decided we would
try to head for home. Everything look secure. A lot of the roads were
open.. some logs and branches laying on the side of the roads, where others
sawed them in half.And we made it
home in about 15 minutes.
My mother went back down
with my brother in tow... and they rode out the other side of the eye..
but it was no where as bad as the first half. Our dock survived with
little damage. Our boat and the one next to it did well.. My brother helped
my mother get the anchors back on board the boats as the water had
receded. And helped Ernest moor the Viking.
Tying it back up to the
But there was so much damage
thru out the city and towns. Trees down and near the docks there was
a sail boat sitting on a piling near J. T. O'Connell's Dock. While the damage was
horrible up the coast from Connecticut to Maine,
it wasn't as bad as the
Hurricane of 1938. Having steel gates
near Providence had help keep the water out
of downtown Providence.. which had water 7 feet tall in 1938.
It is one of those things
that you never forget. Even 60 years later.