Fresh Squeezed Orange Juice

The following post relates events that occurred or may have occurred this summer at a group of small fishing cabins in Rockaway Beach, MO. The names have altered to protect the innocent.
It was in a small fishing cabin in Rockaway Beach, MO, where John Pettijack was served a beaker of orange juice whose flavor delighted him.

"Bus," he asked his host, "where do you get your oranges? Never have I tasted such delicious juice."

"From the Taneycomo Market, at the bottom of the hill," answered the Bus.

Pettijack bought an entire crate on his way back to town. But when he sampled the juice, the taste definitely was not the same. He phoned the Bus to register his disappointment.

"I can't understand it," admitted the Bus. "Your oranges are the same as ours. What gin did you use with them?"

Speaking of Orange,

Dunning-Kruger Effect

Go on, google it. You know you want to.

Broke My Glasses.....

Painting the front bumper of the red S-10, lying on the ground to get the underside painted, my glasses fall off.

I pat my hand around the ground to find them, can't find them, so I stand up and ....

you guessed it, Mr. Klutz

I got an old pair with the same frames around here somewhere, maybe I can fix these.

Nothing worse than breaking your glasses on a Friday night.

Well, at least I didn't put my eye out.

What I Learned, I Learned On The Radio Ga-Ga

1987 Chevrolet S-10 4WD

I tried to buy this truck back in 2002 or 2003 but the neighbor wanted to keep it for his grandson. Flash forward six or seven years and Elmo comes over and asks me if I still want his truck.

He and his wife are moving into a retirement home and are downsizing. Yeah, I still want it. V-6, 4WD, auto, sport interior, 118,000 originial miles, and a bedliner. I asked how much he wanted for it, he told me, I bought it. We closed the deal today.

When son Jim got his driver's license, I bought an almost twin to this truck from my brother Bob in Texas. It was white, had a bench seat and was a 1988. So now, we got another one. Since the white truck still carried Texas plates, Lil Jim deemed it appropriate to wear his cowboy hat while his picture was being taken. Like all Ozark attire, shoes were optional, socks not.

The following pictures are taken in the twilight while I was buffing out the paint. I painted the white letter tires black, I like blackwalls.

Yeah, jeepjunkie, 3 of the four tires are Goodyears!



I like the wheels on the white truck better than the wheels on the red truck.

Sara drove the white truck when she first turned 16. She wasn't a happy driver. I found her a 1987 turbo charged Volvo wagon with a broken gas gauge. I seem to recall Sara was always running out of gas. And when you run out of gas in a turbo charged engine....

I sold the white S-10 to a friend of hers with some misgivings. When the boy and his mother came to pick itup, I told them I was selling it as is, where is. I had every receipt for all the service work done on the truck since new and everytime something needed fixed, I fixed it. But, I said, you may get in this truck and it will blow up in the next block.

you guessed it, the boy drove to Clinton and threw a rod. His mother called me up and, well, let's just say she was hot! I told her I had had that truck for six years and had all the documentation on repairs, etc, etc.

What I think happened, I think the boy was driving to Clinton and decided to see how fast the truck would go. And he found out. I offered to split the cost of the repair but she wanted her money back. I told her I would go 50/50 on the repair. I never heard from her again.

A Good Saw Cuts Both Ways...

From a recent blog post on Ozarks Law and Economy:

The idea of traditional zoning is to segregate land uses. For example, zoning should protect the value of ownership of a retail or residential real estate from the effects of a tannery locating next door. In a sense, zoning is a mechanism for separating land uses that could be considered nuisances to neighbors.

A Good Saw Cuts Both Ways....

My Lai: "I'm Sorry"

This didn't get too much press, but an emotional William Calley made a rare public appearance and discussed the events of and subsequent to March 16, 1968.

Calley said, regarding the orders he received,

If you are asking why I did not stand up to them when I was given the orders, I will have to say that I was a 2nd Lieutenant getting orders from my commander and I followed them - foolishly, I guess.” He said that was no excuse, just what happened.*

*Allegedly an operation of Phoenix Program, 26 US soldiers, including 14 officers, were charged with crimes related to the My Lai massacre and its coverup. Most of the charges were eventually dropped, and only Lt. Calley was convicted.

If Cheney Had Allowed This Enhanced Irrigation Technique...

It Might Have Worked.....

Putting Families First....

Where Is Joe The Plumber When You Really Need Him?

RNC Chair and Jericho on the radio last Friday.
Transcript:
VINCENT JERICHO: “But I’ve also made my career here by challenging Baby Blunt [former Gov. Matt Blunt] and how he just absolutely, ah, betrayed every single Missourian that worked so hard to get him elected on the ridiculous stand he took where he redefined what cloning is. And this is supposed to be a Republican governor. He’s not governor anymore for good reason.

“His [Matt Blunt’s] daddy [Roy] screwed around with a tobacco lobbyist. Then slips language into the homeland security bill favorable to the tobacco lobbyist. I mean here is a guy that has committed adultery multiple times. Yet he had a senior position, and still does, in the Republican Party. Guys like Papa Blunt make us sick to our stomach. They aren’t conservatives, and they sure don’t reflect moral absolutes the way that we expect the Republican Party to stand up. You had the page boy scandal, you had all of that crap, and nobody stands up to it and says, ‘This is crap! What are you doing? [Steele tries to cut in; unintelligible] Behave like a man – not like, not like little boys who are running around with their little toy and can’t behave themselves.”

MICHAEL STEELE: Look, now don’t, don’t – I mean, I agree with you. And when stuff gets in the crapper, you gotta clean it out."