Took the F-150 into Folsom Costco for tires and while I was there had an interesting chat with an old emigre-escapee from the Ukraine. He was an orphan who had been held in various children’s camps including a rather famous one in Munich after the Germans and previously the Russkies, took various turns trying to destroy the Ukraine. Somehow he made it to the USA and hooked up with an aunt and Uncle who raised him in the coal-country of Pennsylvania, now is retired to Hangtown. He was not too happy about the current situation there on the edge of Europe, or that in Iraq either, things we agreed upon.
Since The Move I have not re-tuned my AM radio dial or even switched to it – just running the iPod music through the converter and mostly listening to Hawaiian stuff I can practically sing along with the lyrics. But today I did listen to the radio and was filled with an immense sadness at what’s been taking place, so I switched back to straight music. I am rather determined to be happy now rather than perpetually wound-up and angry – that just doesn’t work well for me. We have an Administration that celebrates losing, which is utterly unfathomable but it’s how Progressives do things. The problem with Progressives is they simply don’t care as long as they get the result they want – and they would rather lose just to prove a “point,” or use that as an opinion-basis/data-point just to confirm their worldview.
They don’t care how many died, or how many more will die. The waste and cost in human life is irrelevant to them. *spit* They are happy braking eggs to make a big shit-omelette that they want to serve-up to everyone because it makes themselves feel better. This reminds me of the fall of Vietnam which they celebrated gleefully. I hate them with a deep and abiding FOAD passion.
So anyhow, now I have some sweet Michelin 265-70-17’s at every corner and a reminder to rotate in 10k. The garden is fresh and the County Fair is here this weekend! Didja know young (19 yrs. old) John M. Studebaker made his pile here during the Gold Rush? He didn’t make it in the gold fields digging in the dirt, he made it building wheelbarrows and selling them to miners who DID dig in the dirt. In 1858 he returned to Indiana with $8,000 saved, and joined his brothers who were blacksmiths in the carriage-making trade and a start-up called H.C. Studebaker.
Read the thing, it’s the classic story of how opportunity that looks like work is often passed-over by the get-rich-quickers, who quickly turn into handout losers – not Wheelbarrow Johnny.
So the County Fair (sadists) run these wheelbarrow races, which are a real test of strength and stamina. It’s like riding an Enduro race only there’s no motor and you’re pushing a malicious device-from-hell over timbers and logs, and up and down, and through chest-deep freezing water – filled with a hundred pounds of sand… Kinda cool. My Electrician Jason’s eldest boy won his division last year. He’s a big strong kid.
Here’s the long version:
And speaking of whiskey, here’s another Johnny:
UPDATE: Just got back from the races. The grade-school kids (mainly 11-yr old boys) only have to carry 10-lbs. of sand – but they still have to scoop it up with the gold-pan into a bag, and many carried 15 or even 20lbs. because its hard to judge weight – but also some always gets lost in the water crossing so it’s better to carry more. One boy in the Junior-high group carried 35-lbs!
The Old-Guy Senior race (55 and up) only has to carry 40lbs, while the studly young men have to carry 50lbs. – and if your bag is light on weigh-in at the end of the race you get DQ’d and your trophy goes to the next guy who carried at least the minimum. Four of them Young Studs were light on weigh in….four DQ’s in a row.
In the tag-team Young-Guy/Gal race only one wheelbarrow qualified to win it – the rest were under 50lbs at the end!
ALL the Seniors including a 70-yr old guy managed to carry the 40lb. minimum to the end. Maybe next year I’ll enter…but Oh-God, the water crossing and 18-inch corduroy log-crossing set on angles, and the 20-foot long 5-foot HIGH log you have to lift-up and run along, and then whoops and two 10-foot hills…it’s a seriously brutal Enduro.