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π™»πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πšƒπš‘πš’πš—πšπšœ

π™Ύπšžπš› πš‘πš˜πšžπš›πšœ πšŠπš›πšŽ πšœπš‘πš˜πš›πš πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš πšŽπšŽπš”. πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’β€™πš•πš• πš™πš’πšŒπš” πšžπš™ πšœπš˜πš˜πš—. π™½πš˜ πš πš˜πš›πš›πš’πšŽπšœ. π™Έβ€™πš– πš•πš˜πš˜πš”πš’πš—πš 𝚊𝚝 πš’πš 𝚊𝚜 πš›πšŽπšœπšπš’πš—πš πšžπš™ πšπš˜πš› πš πš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ 𝚝𝚘 πšŒπš˜πš–πšŽ.

𝙸 πš πš˜πš”πšŽ πšžπš™ 𝚊𝚝 πšπš’πšŸπšŽ πšŠπš—πš πš•πšŽπšπš πš‹πš’ πšœπš’πš‘ πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš–πš˜πš›πš—πš’πš—πš. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝 πš πš˜πš›πš” πš‹πš’ πšœπšŽπšŸπšŽπš—. 𝙸 πšŒπš˜πš–πš™πš•πšŽπšπšŽπš 𝟾𝟢% 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πšŠπšŸπšŠπš’πš•πšŠπš‹πš•πšŽ πšŠπšŒπšπš’πšŸπš’πšπš’πšŽπšœ πšπš˜πš› πšπš‘πšŽ πš πšŽπšŽπš” πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŽπšŠπšπšŽπš πš‘πš˜πš–πšŽ πšŠπš‹πš˜πšžπš 𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟢.

π™±πš’ πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš’πš–πšŽ 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 πš‘πš˜πš–πšŽ 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš πš’πš™πšŽπš 𝚘𝚞𝚝. π™Ώπš›πš˜πš‹πšŠπš‹πš•πš’ πšπš›πš˜πš– πš—πš˜πš πšœπš•πšŽπšŽπš™πš’πš—πš πš πšŽπš•πš• πšŠπš—πš πšπšŽπšπšπš’πš—πš πšžπš™ 𝚜𝚘 πšŽπšŠπš›πš•πš’.

π™Έπš πš πšŠπšœπš—β€™πš πšžπš—πšπš’πš• πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπšœπš 𝚏𝚎𝚠 πš’πšŽπšŠπš›πšŠ πšπš‹πšŠπš π™Έβ€™πšŸπšŽ πšŒπš˜πš–πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšŠπš™πš™πš›πšŽπšŒπš’πšŠπšπšŽ πš—πšŠπš™πšœ. 𝙸 πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš•πš’πš”πšŽπš πš‘πš˜πš  𝙸 πšπšŽπš•πš πšŠπšπšπšŽπš›πš πšŠπš›πšπšœ. π™Έβ€™πšŸπšŽ πš•πšŽπšŠπš›πš—πšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πšœπš•πšŽπšŽπš™ πšπš˜πš› 𝚊 πšœπš‘πš˜πš›πš πšπš’πš–πšŽ 𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 πšŠπšŸπš˜πš’πš πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πš˜πšπš’πš—πšŽπšœπšœ.

π™°πš—πš 𝚜𝚘 πšπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πš πš‘πšŠπš 𝙸 πšπš’πš. 𝙸 πš—πšŠπš™πš™πšŽπš πšπš˜πš› πšŠπš— πš‘πš˜πšžπš›.

π™Έπšβ€™πšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πšπš‘πš’πš—πšπšœ.

πšƒπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πš’πš. πšƒπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš˜πšœπš.


Truck Stuff: 1999 Project

This whole refurbishment of this truck is an ongoing thing.

I have a lot of cosmetic stuff to do. Chips in the paint for the most part. I’m actually thinking of a light spray over the major scratches and a dot here and there for the chips. Then a good buffing.

Not a lot of structural damage, amazingly, and not a lot of rust at all for a twenty plus year old truck.

It has been hot, and I didn’t want to do it. Today was a nicer day, and when it’s cooler, I spend a good deal of time in the garage.

Today I went with the fender flares that have been sitting in the garage for at least two months. (She may or may not have been eyeballing them at that time.) They’re a nice stainless steel and black rubber set that should last a long while with care.

I also did a bit of painting on the lowers under the doors and the front part of the bed with bed liner paint. It improved the looks and may provide some protection.

The plastic bumper covers are in surprisingly good shape but faded from their original gray. I went with black this time around. It suits the color scheme.

It’s nice to get out and improve and create. To do it myself. To get dirty again. Although, the shower did feel excellent.

I’m glad the weather is starting to change. It means more time for me in the garage/shop. I guess I may as well start getting things together.

That’s it. That’s the post.



In two weeks I’m losing my team.

Both of the ladies are moving on to better jobs.

I cannot fault them for that. There’s no way I could stop someone from bettering themselves or their situation.

I’m going to take this weekend to regroup and set my mind to what needs to be done in the coming weeks.

It has been a rough week.

I’ll make it through. I always do.

Head down. Bull through.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Parts And Praises: Truck Stuff

I listen to a lot of podcasts and I hear a lot of Rock Auto commercials.

I’m sure they have plenty of deals, and that’s great. I needed a part today and searched it while I took a break.

The part was a radiator hose.

This part is roughly $20 less than what I ended up paying at O’Reilly’s ($38 +tax) and would be a significant saving.


It is Thursday the 16th. I work for a living; it’s still sweltering in the South, and I need my truck running with A/C. The savings I would have had would not make up for the lost time.

I do have the choice of driving my other car, which does not have A/C at the moment. It’s great to have that choice. But an afternoon on the highway home would be torture.

I was out the door at O’Reilly’s in five minutes after first having called them to make sure they had the part. No standing around, no wasted time, which is also mentioned in the ads I hear.

Honestly, sometimes I stop at auto parts stores just to look around. I enjoy it. Which is a point the ads try to push. Lots of guys actually enjoy the auto parts store.

I had the part in hand, on the truck, and was back on the road in an hour.

I also hear a lot of β€œyou have to know what kind of car you have, what type of engine,” etc.

How do you not know this sort of thing?

Right there, I know, these guys have never worked on their own vehicles. And probably shouldn’t be pushing ads to people who do.

I didn’t write this to knock Rock Auto at all. It’s great to be able to get parts at such a discount. I didn’t write this to criticize anyone. It seems snobby, I guess, to write and read copy on something you more than likely know nothing about.

If you’re a man and do not understand the appeal of working on and fixing your vehicle and the satisfaction that goes with it, I don’t understand you. Which I suppose sounds a bit snobby as well.

I have had the advantage of a father who is one of the best shade tree mechanics I’ve ever known.

For those without that advantage, there is a world of information on the internet. YouTube will walk you through so many small and large repairs.

I thoroughly enjoy working on mine. I love my truck. Yes, there’s a song about that.

For the hobbyist and the person that has the time I can see online parts ordering and possible savings.

For a man trying to get to work, I’ll go local parts store every time.

Again, not knocking Rock Auto but I will sing the praises of O’Reilly’s.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Work. Truck. Thieves.

It has been a long but decent day.

I’ve been busy with my part-timer installing new fixtures. It has been a while since we’ve actually done what we enjoy. Just getting it done.

Bruce started overheating on me today. It would seem the thermostat is sticking. I bought a new one but by the time I got home I was worn out, so I decided to drive the Escape tomorrow.

I had to jump it off, it had been sitting so long, and then discovered someone had siphoned all the gas from the tank.

There are some sorry, despicable people in the world.

The truck will wait till to tomorrow. I have to get to work in the morning.

Not much. But…

That’s it. That’s the post.



Today is the day we think back and remember one of the most horrifying tragedies that ever struck our nation here in the United States.

We honor our dead and the heroes from that day.

And we hope that we heal and become better as a nation.

If we can’t go back to what happened the day before, can we all just live as citizens of this country like we did the day after?

This isn’t about race, sex, vaccines or anything like that.

You know exactly what I’m talking about if you’re a rational human being.

That’s it. That’s the post.



Sometimes it’s necessary to remind people of the meaning of words.


  • n.The object toward which one strives or for which something exists; an aim or goal: synonym: intention.


  • noun High respect, as that shown for special merit; recognition or esteem.
  • noun Good name; reputation.


  • n.A solemn binding promise to do, give, or refrain from doing something.


  • n.A solemn, formal declaration or promise to fulfill a pledge, often calling on God, a god, or a sacred object as witness.

There was a time when all men took these words seriously. All men.

I know a lot of men who still do.

Some things weigh very heavy on the mind and heart.

And that is the end of the lesson tonight.

That’s all. That’s the post.



Today marks four hundred days that I’ve been blogging here.

I haven’t missed a single day. It has been a lesson in discipline.

I didn’t start writing this for followers or to share any great truths. I write about what’s on my mind, what I’ve been doing, and where I’m going.

I’ve shared some pics, my family, a little of our lives.

I feel like something is about to change.

But, we’ll see. You never know where life will take you.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Always Faithul

I picked this up from a post a friend liked on social media.

β€œI didn’t know this about 9-11.

AFTER FLIGHT 77 hit the Pentagon on 9/11, the following incident occurred:

A chaplain, who happened to be assigned to the Pentagon, told of an incident that never made the news. A daycare facility inside the Pentagon had many children, including infants who were in heavy cribs. The daycare supervisor, looking at all the children they needed to evacuate, was in a panic over what they could do. There were many children, mostly toddlers, as well as the infants that would need to be taken out with the cribs.

There was no time to try to bundle them into carriers and strollers. Just then a young Marine came running into the center and asked what they needed. After hearing what the center director was trying to do, he ran back out into the hallway and disappeared. The director thought, “Well, here we are, on our own.”

About 2 minutes later, that Marine returned with 40 other Marines in tow. Each of them grabbed a crib with a child, and the rest started gathering up toddlers. The director and her staff then helped them take all the children out of the center and down toward the park near the Potomac.

Once they got about 3/4 of a mile outside the building, the Marines stopped in the park, and then did a fabulous thing – they formed a circle with the cribs, which were quite sturdy and heavy, like the covered wagons in the Old West.

Inside this circle of cribs, they put the toddlers, to keep them from wandering off. Outside this circle were the 40 Marines, forming a perimeter around the children and waiting for instructions. There they remained until the parents could be notified and come get their children.

The chaplain then said, “I don’t think any of us saw nor heard of this on any of the news stories of the day. It was an incredible story of our men there.”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the room. The thought of those Marines and what they did and how fast they reacted; could we expect any less from them? It was one of the most touching stories from the Pentagon.

It’s the Military, not the politicians that ensures our right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It’s the Military who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag. If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for the military, please pass this on and pray for our men and women, who have served and are currently serving our country, and pray for those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for freedom.”

We are nearly twenty years past a horrible event in our nation’s history, but we are still here.

I’m not a Marine. I was a soldier. But I know a lot of Marines. I meet a lot of Marines. Old and young.

And we give each other a tough time. If you weren’t military, it’s a part of what keeps us β€œin” with each other.

The Marines were, are, and will always be ever faithful to this country.

We’re lucky.

Semper Fi, Marines.

That’s it. That’s the post.


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