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Dad Stuff/Truck Stuff

I had another leak on Bruce. Same spot where we replaced the radiator hose.

Come to find out that the part the hose attaches to was the problem.

It was a tough part to remove and replace. We, me and Pop, spent the better part of the morning getting it out and back in. But it’s fixed.

During all this we had to remove a spindle that involves the serpentine belt so that we could actually reach the part. When we cranked it back up there was a horrible screech. Like banshees in a bag on fire beating a group of cats.

The truck still runs. It’s drivable. But they will hear you coming from miles away.

Still, no good for me.


I went on from working on the truck to going to the band competition and helping there, loading and unloading, etc.

84ยฐ in October in South Carolina may as well be 100ยฐ. Long story short, I was already worn out. I hadn’t eaten we’ll yesterday and I got a bit dehydrated fairly quickly. I have some minor problems with a recurring Hiatal hernia problem and I aggravated that.

Also, I try to film for the band and sat in the top of the bleachers in the sun which exacerbated the problem. That’s when Pop came over to check on me.

Good grandparents don’t miss grandkid stuff and they were there watching. Apparently while I was looking for them in the stands, I walked right passed them. I saw them but didn’t see them. Which cued mom to have dad come check on me.

The result was near heat exhaustion, and hernia problems knocked me down last night and today. I’ve been in and out of it on the couch. I feel 100% better than at 3 AM this morning.

Just to back track a bit, the wife received her second vaccine shot Friday. We ended up in the ER yesterday at 4 AM. She’s okay. Working through it. In my opinion our earlier fears are justified. She shouldn’t have been required to take the shot with her medical history. But this isn’t a medical or political page.

Sleep deprivation will throw you for a loop as well.


Today while I was somewhere in the void, Pop came and got the truck and replaced that part causing the noise. He wasnโ€™t asked to. Didn’t have to.

He won’t even let me pay him.

And he told me, โ€œI see what you do for your family and how hard you push. I don’t realize what you do sometimes.โ€

And I said thank you and he went back home.

And I stood in the garage and broke down. Because after all these years, he realizes, and that affects me in a healing sort of way.

And he knows, too.

What I do for my family I do out of love for my family. A lot of the time I do not matter. As long as they are safe and happy and healthy, Iโ€™m good.

It’s a joke from the old tv commercial. People make memes about it all the time.

What my dad knows is that I learned it from watching him. Iโ€™m a product of the way he raised me.

He never set a bad example for me.

Iโ€™m good today. Iโ€™ll be better tomorrow.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.

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Friday Night Lights – Homecoming 2021

As Iโ€™ve said before, Iโ€™m here for the band. But I found myself getting into the sportsball a little tonight.

I even slipped and let the wife figure out after twenty-six years together that I actually know some of the terminology.

Oops.

I loved the opening of the game tonight.

I do enjoy Friday nights though I rarely stay much past halftime. The band has done their thing, and I need to rest.

Tomorrow is another competition day for the band and I am all in.

As far as drug behind the bus kick and screaming can be counted as all in. ๐Ÿ˜

I do have fun. It just doesn’t show on my face.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Quarantine (No Consistency)

I took the day off today to have a day. I was going to kick back, watch some TV and have my time. The same plan I had last Wednesday that went awry.

It was a nice day weather-wise.

My wife has a meeting on Wednesday mornings, and she overslept, so I offered to take our son to school. That way, she wouldnโ€™t have to drop him off and my daughter off, and she would make it to work on time for her meeting.

That was at 8:15.

Sure enough 10 oโ€™clock rolled around, and I got a phone call.

โ€œMr. Seegars, your son has been identified as a close contact with a child who has Covid. You will need to come to pick him up.โ€

Now, weโ€™re not getting overexcited about all this. It doesnโ€™t mean that he has Covid. The way they test here itโ€™s completely plausible that the other kid doesnโ€™t have Covid either.

Now, the reason Iโ€™m writing about this, not just because itโ€™s about my day, no it’s about the total circus that I had to go through to pick up my child from school.

I arrived at the school with my mask on (wear the damned mask) and walked into the office. There’s this large plexiglass shield so that the covid won’t get directly on anyone, and I had to yell at the unmasked secretary to get her to pay attention to the fact that someone was standing directly in front of her. She was too busy on her phone.

You’re a school district employee sitting in front of a tax payer on your phone. Wise up.

She was sufficiently put off about having to do her job.

Then I was told Iโ€™d have to go back to the lobby. Again, no one in the office is wearing a mask. Is it for Covid reasons? No. It’s for security reasons. The doors are badged and secured so not just anyone can walk in. What if someone dangerous walked through the door?

Well, guess what? I can be considered someone dangerous, trained by Uncle Sam to be dangerous. Not that I would ever do anything to endanger the lives of anyone around me. But the very reason those doors are there made me kind of laugh. They are not taking security seriously, it’s no joking matter. I take the safety and security of our children in this day and age very seriously. What if the wrong person does walk through those doors?

While I was waiting on my son, I needed to talk to the school nurse. I needed to ask if my daughter who is in high school, would have to quarantine as well because she’s in constant contact with my son.

Here we go again. The secretary isn’t on her phone this time; she’s talking to a coworker. They were close enough to kiss. I knocked on the window, and they both looked at me and then continued to talk.

And so I made my presence known. By loudly banging on the window.

โ€œI need to talk to the nurse please.โ€

โ€œSheโ€™s on the phone.โ€

โ€œWill you please let her know I need to talk to her.โ€

โ€œAfter she gets off the phone. Please sit down.โ€

She did not let the nurse know. I remained standing because I do what I want.


My son came out, and I had to tell him to go back and get his drum kit from the band room. He walks back through the office past the unmasked folk and goes back to the band room to get his drum kit. Wouldn’t it have been safer, given the situation, for one of the folks from the office to get said kit so that my possibly infected son decreased the amount of contact with anyone else in the school? I guess not.

We sat another ten minutes waiting for the nurse, at which time I had to ask again to talk to the nurse.

Then she comes out and asked why I was leaving without talking to her first.

One, they rushed me out.

Two, I couldn’t get permission from Her Majesty over there to speak to you.

Three, I don’t know the protocol. It’s my first time.

Hell, itโ€™s yโ€™allโ€™s fiftieth time and y’all don’t know what the protocol is.

My daughter doesn’t have to quarantine, which is fine. It makes absolutely no sense at all. But this is fine.


OK, so I am not anti-mask. There is a time and place still for that. Itโ€™s a personal choice. I have to wear one at work. All our schools are seeing increases in Covid cases. It would make sense to me that if any of these adults are around a child who is suspected even of having Covid that they would put on a mask. This is not the case. Again, itโ€™s a personal choice. There is no mandate in South Carolina. To me itโ€™s common sense.

The fact that my son was allowed to walk back-and-forth through the school while being suspected of having close contact with someone with Covid bothers me. Iโ€™m there to take him home to quarantine him for two weeks, why are you letting him walk back-and-forth through the school?

The security thing is a whole other issue. Public education often gets worse because the people who are running things have public educations. But these are people who were raised in a time when they taught you something you needed to know in schoolโ€”things like common sense. Which it is said cannot be taught, but you can be taught to mimic it.

Iโ€™m going to end my little rant here. I pray that my son is okay. I pray that the other child, his friend, is okay.

On the educational side, Iโ€™m not worried about him not being at school. Heโ€™s brighter than most of the kids I meet anyway. He has his moments where he is nothing but a dumb kid. But heโ€™s clever, quick, and heโ€™s going to do alright no matter what.

If I were going to give the school district a letter grade today, it would be an F-. only because I think thatโ€™s as low as you can go.

Yโ€™all need to get your crap together.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Time Slips Away


It doesnโ€™t take long to stop and enjoy what you happen to enjoy in life. Itโ€™s really only stopping for five minutes and taking in whatโ€™s around you. I donโ€™t take my camera out of the bag enough; Iโ€™m guilty of looking straight down the road and only focusing on the destination as of late when I should be taking time to enjoy the journey.


Thereโ€™s so much to see and I forget sometimes that I have to work for a living; I am a husband and father, and those come first. And I like my job and love my family.


But what I do, not best and not what I enjoy most, whatโ€™s at my core and gives me peace and alone time is this:

Just wandering and exploring and watching the revival of this and destruction of that. Iโ€™m an observer; I keep the record so that others might see what we were and what we are to become.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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It’S FrIDaY!

Just off the Robert W. Williams Interchange in beautiful Florence, SC.

Itโ€™s Friday morning. Iโ€™m back on the special project we are working on for another company.

I started this morning in general merchandise/grocery. I walked into a manager having a nervous breakdown; I checked in and went straight to work. Retail is hard, butโ€ฆ

It has been a long day. Iโ€™m back home now sitting here with Ms. Fibble.

Time to shower, eat, watch some TV, AND THEN…hit the road again.

Tonight is Friday. Tonight is the first home football game of the season.

Iโ€™m excited!

Is there anything more free than a Friday night high school football game? Itโ€™s just so American. The football team, rooting for your favorite, the food, the cheerleaders chanting on the sideline.

I’m not a sportsball guy at all.

I’m there for the band. And my two kids.

More later. Most definitely.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Friday Knights

I spent the last part of the evening with the band at the school, getting a few videos and pics.

For the first week of band camp and with so many new members, their sound is excellent. Their movement in marching looks excellent as well. I’m not as picky as the band director. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I know; it’s his job to be picky. That bronze and silver state medal aren’t hanging there waiting for the gold to join them because he’s easy on them.

I want him to know that they wouldn’t be the band they are without him. He’s the reason there’s a marching band program.


My two.

I’m partial to the the mellophone and percussion sections this year. One child in each.


It has been a long week for all four of us. Eight-hour workdays all around. It’s a good thing for all of us but hard on Sam. He has never had to put in this kind of effort for something like marching band. But he’s enjoying it.

Logan is in her zone. I love seeing her this passionate over something. It’s her thing.

It’s late. I’m tired.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Wandering

Cheraw, SC

Iโ€™ve been wandering a bit after work. I forgot what me and Skipper used to say.

โ€œA little #wander is good for the soul.โ€

And so it is. I have to get back into this again. I have the time and eyes to see. I gotta start stopping for this again along the way.

Cheraw, SC

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.

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Broken Arrow

Not very far from me there was an incident in the late 50s that could have been disastrous for a large portion of the southeast.

I was talking to a friend last night about a the misplacement of some C-4 in a news article. I mentioned to him that heโ€™d be surprised how often ammo and such things do get misplaced as Iโ€™ve had to help find grenades before on a range.

Florence, SC

But what this piece is about is something much worse. Something, Iโ€™m fairly certain, you canโ€™t put the pin back in.


On March 11, 1958, a U.S. Air Force Boeing B-47E-LM Stratojet from Hunter Air Force Base operated by the 375th Bombardment Squadron of the 308th Bombardment Wing near Savannah, Georgia, took off at approximately 4:34 PM and was scheduled to fly to the United Kingdom and then to North Africa as part of Operation Snow Flurry.

The aircraft was carrying nuclear weapons on board in the event of war with the Soviet Union breaking out. Air Force Captain Bruce Kulka, who was the navigator and bombardier, was summoned to the bomb bay area after the captain of the aircraft, Captain Earl Koehler, had encountered a fault light in the cockpit indicating that the bomb harness locking pin did not engage. As Kulka reached around the bomb to pull himself up, he mistakenly grabbed the emergency release pin. The Mark 6 nuclear bomb dropped to the bomb bay doors of the B-47 and the weight forced the doors open, sending the bomb 15,000 ft (4,600 m) down to the ground below.

Two sisters, six-year-old Helen and nine-year-old Frances Gregg, along with their nine-year-old cousin Ella Davies, were playing 200 yards (180 m) from a playhouse in the woods that had been built for them by their father Walter Gregg, who had served as a paratrooper during World War II. The playhouse was struck by the bomb. Its conventional high explosives detonated, destroying the playhouse, and leaving a crater about 70 feet (21 m) wide and 35 feet (11 m) deep. Fortunately, the fissile nuclear core was stored elsewhere on the aircraft.

All three girls were injured by the explosion, as were Walter, his wife Effie and son Walter, Jr. Seven nearby buildings were damaged. The United States Air Force (USAF) was sued by the family of the victims, who received US$54,000, equivalent to $478,526 in 2019.

The incident made domestic and international headlines.

Wikipedia


And if this had actually detonated I would not have even been a thought in either of my parents minds. They were both approximately ten years old at the time.

Thatโ€™s not the only Broken Arrow story from the southeast. Check them out.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.

Seegars

The Promised Land

Before I start, this isnโ€™t a religious post or a post about freedom and liberty.

No. This is about a journey and the things that happened along the way. A journey to get to a place we were at the whole time.


Several decades ago, a writing team came up with an idea for a comedy/SciFi show for British television. I donโ€™t know all the particulars but the first thing I saw was this.

This is from the episode Tongue Tied and is a better filmed image than the first episode. But fans will nitpick and theyโ€™ll also get the first episode feel.

Then…

Whatโ€™s happeninโ€™, dudes?

This is an SOS distress call from the mining ship Red Dwarf. The crew are dead, killed by a radiation leak. The only survivors are Dave Lister, who was in suspended animation during the disaster, and his pregnant cat, who was safely sealed in the hold. Revived three million years later, Lister’s only companions are a life form who evolved from his cat, and Arnold Rimmer, a hologram simulation of one of the dead crew. I am Holly, the ship’s computer, with an IQ of 6000, the same IQ as 6000 PE teachers.”

The wife and I had moved to a new apartment on a Saturday. No cable until the following Monday. So I rigged up a make shift antenna on the TV (tube TV, thatโ€™s how far back the story goes) and all we could get was PBS.

And that was okay. Back then, PBS had some fairly entertaining stuff on Saturday nights.

The first thing that came up was Red Dwarf.

Every Saturday night we got to catch an episode or two. Right from the first episode.

And we were hooked.

The next three times we moved the series would start over again. It was like a good luck charm. And we would watch it all over, again.

Then we moved to our house here and it wasnโ€™t on PBS anymore. So that Saturday morning we went out looking for the DVDs and found them.

And that first Saturday night we watched the first series.

Itโ€™s a tradition for our home. A weird one, maybe. But itโ€™s ours.

Now weโ€™ve passed that on to our daughter and son.


Weโ€™ve been to The End and The Beginning. Weโ€™ve been Tongue Tied and Backwards. Weโ€™ve encountered everything from Despair Squids to Pleasure Gelfs.

Donโ€™t even get us started on Polymorphs.

Weโ€™ve seen the Boys from the Dwarf get into and out of all kinds of scrapes. Weโ€™ve seen them become heroโ€™s and be the villains.

Itโ€™s a great ride.


And then we come to The Promised Land.

I wasnโ€™t going in with high hopes for a feature length episode. I was thinking that might be pushing it for this show.

I was surprised. It was something I would have paid for at a theater. And I wish I could have seen it all on the big screen.


So here we are, at journeys end and we find out:

The Promised Land is not a planet.

Itโ€™s a place in your heart.

Itโ€™s a way of thinking.


It sounds a bit like home. But the building doesnโ€™t make a home, the people do.


And now weโ€™ve gone through it all. The family has seen the whole thing. Taken the entire journey.

And it was smegging fantastic.

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Knights To Nomads: HOMECOMING 2020

Featuring the NCHS Silver Knights.

We were back at The Castle Friday night for Homecoming. North Central Knights against the Great Falls Red Devils (who were exorcised 54-8). The Knights football team are having a fantastic season and congrats to them.

Me and Sam (heโ€™s my assistant photographer/second shooter) could see the stadium lit up almost a mile away. We hadnโ€™t been there yet for a game and were both very impressed with the upgrades to the rebuilt stadium. North Central has moved up in the world a bit. Well deserved if I do say so myself.

Weโ€™re proud of all of our kids after what theyโ€™ve been through this year. Theyโ€™ve shown what theyโ€™re really made of. A lot of hardship and some extremely hard personal tragedies. And theyโ€™re still here. Fighting like always.

But…

Iโ€™m with the band.

Iโ€™m glad to be there. Iโ€™ve watched them develop over the last couple of years. They are literally award winning. And I love hearing them play.

So, without further ado (and because Iโ€™m running out of words) ladies and gentleman. The North Central Silver Knights.

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