Saturday, February 28, 2009

Still No Country For Old Men

On Friday, February 21st, about 5:30 pm, while sitting calmly at home watching TV while Anne was in Philadelphia helping to welcome our second granddaughter into the world, my heart beat went haywire again! I spent an hour trying to decide if it was going to calm down and if not, could I drive to the nearest hospital where I had been on the morning of the 13th. I had just gotten the bill for that first 8-mile ride and it was $1100.00! I finally decided I'd better go, but I would try to make it myself. I did make it but practically collapsed at the ER admitting desk. I don't know the doctor's name yet, but I will be eternally in her debt. And now I know that feeling of "being kicked in the chest by a mule"! Wow. But it only lasted about two seconds. My pulse returned to almost normal within a few moments. They diagnosed me with ventricular tachycardia, called my cardiologist who said to send me to the VA/Vanderbilt hospital in Nashville -- a 2 1/2 hr ambulance ride. In the meantime the nurses finally got in touch with Anne in Philadelphia and proceeded to scare her to death! 'Wouldn't say anything except someone needed to get there as quickly as possible! On the ride to Nashville, Anne and I connected and I said there was no immediate rush. We decided to call brother Stuart in Versailles who said he would leave early the following morning. I got settled in to ICU and was watched over very closely all night. Next morning, Sunday, Stuart arrived and we spent a rare and valuable, cherished day together. Anne called in the morning to tell me her mother had died that morning. Although it wasn't completely unexpected, it was and is a shock. The loss of one's parents is never easy or without a lot of pain. Once again, my taking Coumadin delayed any serious tests for a few days. Monday morning, Stuart picked up Anne at the airport and brought her to the hospital. Late that afternoon, we decided it best if they would drive on to Chattanooga, spend the night, and Stuart return home on Tuesday and Anne drive our vehicle back to Nashville. On Wednesday, the 25th, the plan was to do a TEE and check for blood clots, then an EP test, then implant an ICD (Implantable Cardio Defibrillator -- pacemaker / defibrillator combo). However, by being off the Coumadin so much recently they found a blood clot which precluded the EP. However they felt it necessary to go ahead and implant the ICD right away for safety's sake. They did and it was successful, although somewhat painful during the process and very sore now. They kept us until Friday noon to keep watch on the ICD and my darling wife drove us back home last night. We go back this coming week for a follow up. While I won't deny it was a scary episode, I feel confident in the doctors and their treatment and, for my part, have certainly given up any bad habits I might have had in the past!

I didn't find any humorous episodes in this hospital visit.... Our love to everyone.

Friday, February 20, 2009

A new GRANDdaughter

Bayla Anne Kaskey made her appearance this morning in Philadelphia with parents, Andria and Michael, assisting. She weighed in at 8 lbs., 14 ounces and everyone is just fine! Baylon was Michael's father's name. There just might be more details and pics to follow, ya think?

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Hospitals -- No Country for Old Men

First, I want to mention how thankful I am for my new hearing aid. It has made a world of difference and even made a difference in Anne's life -- she doesn't have to repeat everything now. I put it off far too long.

Early in the morning on the day of my angiogram, the night nurse and a PCT (personal care technician) came into my room and announced it was time to shave my groin area for the procedure. The night nurse was a cute, friendly young thing with a winning personality. She was very professional and obviously a most capable nurse. That night my PCT was an older black woman with quite a beard and didn't inspire a lot of confidence, but over the past few days we had become quite impressed with her personality, her efficiency, and her easy-going way. I have to admit I wanted her to do the shaving. As it turned out, she did the shaving as soon as Anne and the nurse left the room. Hospitals are no place for privacy or modesty. Anne went downstairs to get some coffee. The PCT left right away and then the nurse came back in, asked if there was anything I needed. I replied "No, thanks." Then standing directly in front of me sitting on the bed she said, " Would you like me to play with you?" Well, that's about as dumbfounded as I have ever been! My mouth dropped open, my face froze, and I was speechless! The only thing I could think of to say was, "Uh, cards....?" She looked me in the eye and said "I said, would you like me to PRAY with you." Oh God, where is the nearest hole for me to crawl in? Why couldn't I have just said, "Excuse me?" Or any other such expression? After what seemed like 30 minutes, I recovered, and said "Yes, please." She never batted an eye, sat down beside me, held my hand and prayed one of the most eloquent, sincere prayers I have ever heard. Needless to say, I didn't hear every word because I didn't have my hearing aid in.

Of course, my family, particularly Aunt Eliza, have been very solicitous and concerned and quick to send "Get well"cards that should make one feel better; witness this card and associate it with my above story!
(click on pic to enlarge)

I suspect I haven't been to church as much as I should have over the years, although I accept Christ, the son of God, as my savior.

When the EMS first came to get me at home about midnight, they took me to the nearest smaller hospital/emergency room where I also received excellent, professional, friendly, and thorough care. About 8:00 am they were readying me for transport to Parkridge Hospital and the nurse who was taking care of me came in the room and said, "Would you like me to anoint you?' At least that's what I THINK I heard.... I said, "Yes." and she pulls out this little vial of liquid from her blouse, puts some on her finger and makes the sign of the cross on my forehead. She explained it was frankincense and myrrh. Another ritual I was unfamiliar with. And then she put her hand on my head and also spoke an eloquent and sincere prayer.

Moral of the story: Believe in God, trust those around you, and LISTEN UP!

The usual February difficulties

On Thursday, February 12th, I suffered a "minor heart attack with little to no damage" to my heart and am now back home feeling fine. The angiogram showed everything to be clear. Cause was unknown. My wife is now in Philadelphia assisting in the arrival Saturday of our second granddaughter! Life is good and we thank God for all our blessings.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

"There are four questions of value in life...
What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made?
What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for?
The answer to each is the same: only love."

Don Juan DeMarco

Monday, February 9, 2009

Fun in the afternoon!

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Sunday, February 8, 2009

Scrip scraps

I'm not usually the type to watch this kind of movie, BUT.... These two were interesting:
Michael Moore's "Sicko"
A documentary "Harlan County USA"
Is there hope for us?

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Another Memory Lane stroll

My very first memory of being in the Army was "GET UP OFF MY GAWDDAMNED GROUND, TROOP!"

I was drafted and inducted on 30 January 1969 at Fort Knox, Ky. The Vietnam war was still in full swing. I had debated about joining the Navy (4 years) figuring I wouldn't end up in the jungles of 'Nam at least. But at the last minute I decided the two year stint in the Army was worth the chance of being sent to Nam. My father was pretty taciturn, but loving, and I shall never forget when he took me to Winchester to catch the bus for Ft. Knox. That was the biggest and longest hug that we ever shared. I had been employed by GM in Dayton for four years.

Basic training is pretty much how you see it in the movies. Strict regimen, bullying, physically and mentally demanding, and lonely, but slowly it builds your self-confidence, your reliance upon others, your devotion to a cause, and finally a certain amount of pride in your ability to be a valuable member of a team. Our drill instructor (D.I.) seemed to be about five feet tall but I'm sure he was probably 5'5" or so. An onery little P____! He loved to get in the face of the big guys. The day after we arrived, we were running laps around the company and I ran until I COULD NOT run any more. I fell out and down and that's when I heard the above encouragement! And I was immediately up and off again -- son of a gun, I COULD still run some more! But we quickly learned to hate that little SOB! After a couple of weeks, whenever we went to the mess hall or to an "event" we had to carry someone our size piggy-back. And there WAS a guy my size! We came to be pretty close friends! He and I were appointed squad leaders (big) and were supposed to set examples so it put even more pressure on us. There was LOTS of running (Heartbreak Hill -- singing cadence while running is a real thrill -- makes you run a little straighter, hold your head a little higher, makes the blisters not hurt so bad, and makes you not want to quit after a while! Everyone should know that feeling), Lots of obstacle courses (some at night crawling through the mud under barbed wire with machine guns constantly chattering out their tracer rounds right above your head), rifle marksmanship, live grenade throwing, hand-to-hand combat (the pugil sticks were just MADE for the big guys!), how to use the bayonet and the garotte, climbing those rope nettings and towers, and others I don't remember. By the end of that eight weeks we felt like we were really soldiers (little did we know). And you know what? We LOVED that SOB drill instructor! I doubt there wasn't one person in our company who wouldn't do ANYTHING for that man. It was truly an amazing process. And he knew it and we suspected he felt the same way about us. That camaraderie was never to be duplicated again in my life. There is nothing like being in a military parade with bands blaring and family and friends watching to stir that patriotic fervor!

Unlike so many thousands of young men who were then sent to Vietnam to face death every day in the jungle, I was temporarily assigned to the brigade mail room. After three months of easy duty delivering mail on the post, the inevitable orders came sending me to Vietnam. I came home to Lexington on leave. I rode the bus and when I got to the depot in Lexington, I didn't have a DIME to call my parents to come and get me, so I had to walk from downtown about seven miles to home. I guess I was a pretty sad sight because of all the weight I had lost and the limp from a sprained ankle, and my uniform hanging loosely, because my mother cried and held me. I was twenty-three years old. We faced the inevitably of my going to Nam. But by some miracle, while I was home I received orders changing my assignment to Korea! One of the happiest days of my life. I have always suspected that my sergeant in the mail room, Hal Waldron, got the orders changed and perhaps some day I will find out.

The flight to Korea was filled with G.I.s and we had layovers in Anchorage and overnight in Tokyo before arriving in Seoul. There we boarded buses for 2nd Infantry Division HQ, Camp Howze on the DMZ. The bus ride was a shock. The entire countryside smelled like an outhouse. You tried to hold your breath but it didn't work. The stench was due to their practice of fertilizing their fields with human waste. It made you gag. Again, luck was with me because I was assigned to division HQ in personnel -- 2nd Admin Company. I think I made Sergeant (SP5) in the minimum 19 months. Life settled into a routine and there were no big complaints. I handled personnel records for a dozen or so companies, including promotions, and got along well. One of "my" companies was the MPs and I developed a relationship with the sergeants there that allowed me some liberties I would otherwise not have enjoyed.... We lived in quonset huts with fuel oil stoves and about 12 GIs to each. There was no running water so we had to trudge to the nearest latrine for necessities and showering and shaving. The coldest I remember it getting was 50 degrees below zero and there usually wasn't hot water. But we were all "in the same boat" and friendships were made easily. After a few weeks, we got used to the smell and didn't notice it. Our weekends were free and we visited Seoul often. There was a certain amount of rowdiness and Mary Jane was popular but there was no drug problem at all.

As with most things in Korea, the hundreds of buses were rather small. Whenever my buddy and I went to Seoul we rode the buses and they had ceiling vents with those little square crank-open covers. We would stand in the aisle and stick our heads up through those vents so they would be outside the bus! The Koreans thought that was uproariously funny - always provoked laughs and good will.

Mail from home was cherished. Cousin Phyllis Ann wrote often and I hope she knows how I enjoyed and appreciated her letters. Cameras were fairly cheap and everyone took tons of pictures. We bought fancy stereo equipment and I bought a 12 place setting of Noritake china that we still use today (but that is another story!). Mid-tour, I came home on leave and experienced the coldness of strangers toward GIs. I always suspected that people were ashamed of our involvement in Vietnam and GIs just reminded them of their antipathy toward the war. It hurt and angered GIs and we developed a kind of contempt for those who ignored us, or worse. But in the long run, I suspect it put a chip on our shoulders, or worse. We became very defensive about our time in the service. And that can still today border, with some, upon being belligerent or rebellious. Through no fault of our own, we weren't treated as "returning heroes" like all the other GIs in every other conflict. But enough....

Although we were on the DMZ, there was very little "excitement". Frequently, we were on alert because North Korean infiltrators had sneaked across, but there was no real threat where I was stationed. If you have an interest, see the Picasa link at the bottom of this blog for pics from Korea. Relationships were close and arguments very rare.

I extended my duty tour by two months in order to get an "early out" upon returning to the States. So I spent a total of twenty-one months in the Army. I was discharged on October 10, 1970. I had it easy. Not like the GIs in Vietnam.

The most shocking and memorable thing that happened to me in Korea happened one night when I was preparing to pull guard duty and stopped in the little Korean snack bar. Long story, but.... There stood Anne with her husband whom I saw every day with no idea who his wife was. She was pregnant and had been working and living on base in Seoul and was returning home the next day to Michigan! I hadn't seen an American girl in 6 months! And there she was halfway around the world on the DMZ married to a fellow GI! We exchanged a brief conversation and she was gone. And thus began my years of discontent. They lasted twenty-eight years.

Monday, January 26, 2009

A poet for the ages....




"Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man."

OR

"Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers.
Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside,
Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses!
Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows.
When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide
Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah! fair in sooth was the maiden,
Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret
Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop
Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them,
Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal,
Wearing her Norman cap and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings,
Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom,
Handed down from mother to child, through long generations.
But a celestial brightness -- a more ethereal beauty --
Shone on her face and encircled her form , when, after confession,
Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her.
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music."

If you have never read that story, I recommend it highly, just use this link: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evangeline-a-tale-of-acadie/ . Better still, print it and read it to someone for a Valentine's Day evening.

OR

"Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year."

OR


"By the shores of Gitchie Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood the wigwam of Nokomis,
Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis.
Dark behind it rose the forest,
Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees,
Rose the firs with cones upon them;
Bright before it beat the water,
Beat the clear and sunny water,
Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water."

And many others....

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Favorite Movies, Actors

Movies:
Forrest Gump, starring Tom Hanks
The Abyss -- undersea suspense, starring Ed Harris
The Secret Life of Noah Dearborn -- heartwarming tale, starring Sidney Poitier
Mister Tom -- heartwarming tale
August Rush -- heartwarming tale
Mrs. Brown -- Love story - Queen Victoria, starring Dame Judi Dench
Roman Holiday, starring Audrey Hepburn
True Lies, starring Arnoldswar.....
A Few Good Men, starring Tom Cruise, Jack Nicholson, Demi Moore
National Treasure: Book of Secrets, starring Nicholas Cage and Ed Harris
Ghost, starring Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze
The Last Samurai, starring Tom Cruise

Actors:
Tom Hanks
Dame Judi Dench
Dame Maggie Smith
Bruce Willis
Ed Harris
Jack Nicholson
Jodie Foster
Will Smith
Harrison Ford
Sean Connery

Authors:
Allan W. Eckert
Sharon Kay Penman
Colleen McCullough
John Grisham
Dan Brown
Pat Conroy
James Michener
Jeff Shaara
Ken Follett
Robert Ludlum
James Alexander Thom
John Fox (Kentucky)
Jesse Stuart (Kentucky)
Tom Clancy
Nigel Tranter (Scottish history)
Leon Uris
Jeffrey Archer
Herman Wouk
David Baldacci

"Return with us now to those thrilling days of John D. Rockefeller"

The other day there was someone on CNN from one of those Washington think tanks talking about the past year's spike in gas prices. I don't remember his name. But he was saying that during the last two quarters of 2007 and the first two quarters of 2008, crude oil supply was UP and demand was DOWN, which should have lowered the price of gas, WHICH we all know did not happen. His explanation was simple. Middle men, read investment bankers like the crooks going down on Wall Street right now, and that began with ENRON, were buying up crude oil and gas supplies (present and future)and artificially raising the gasoline prices, thus increasing their income. This reeks of the days of yesteryear when the Rockefellers and Standard Oil did practically the same, creating monopolies that eventually were broken up but not before fortunes were made for a priveleged few.

Have you read Lee Iacocca's new book? I haven't yet either, but excerpts ensure that I will.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Memories


The summer after my high school graduation I worked on a towboat (the SS Chippewa) (but I never found out why they call it a towboat instead of a pushboat), catching it in Louisville and going to Pittsburgh on the Ohio River, then all the way back down the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers to New Orleans, then back up to Chicago and made three runs between Chicago and St. Louis. It was a real adventure for an 18 year old boy. As a deckhand, we worked every other 6 hours, seven days a week. For every day we worked we were paid 1 1/2 days wages, so I worked for 3 months and got paid for 4 1/2. It was hard, hot,and sometimes dangerous work.Once when we were in Chicago, another barge was unloading nearby and reforming its string of barges when a cable broke and decapitated the deckhand. We had a small closet we shared between two of us and it was so hot and noisy, I would go out to the front of the barges with a pillow and sleep on the top of the barge -- very quiet, but still hot. The towing company, L.C. Jones Towing out of New Orleans, was composed of mostly Cajun guys and did we eat well! It was my introduction to Cajun food and I love it to this day. One memory was of a night when the fog was like a wall and the captain finally pulled into the bank to tie up until daybreak. He nosed the head of the tow into the bank and we put a ladder down into the muddy, murky water and I had to climb down into the water carrying a large rope, then scramble up the muddy bank and tie us off on a large tree. We carried crude oil and when we would get to a refinery and pump it out then I had to don a rubber suit, boots, and mask and climb down into the barges -- literally pitch dark, and turn valves and shut doors. I suffered heat exhaustion in New Roads, Louisiana, and was in the hospital for about 4 days there (had the cutest nurse, but that's another story). When I got out, I hitchhiked to New Orleans and had to find the boat at a refinery. 'Had to catch a bus from downtown but couldn't find anyone who spoke English for directions so I finally used a couple of years of high school French to be understood. I got to the refinery about 11:00 pm -- ever been in a refinery in the middle of the night with NO ONE around and not knowing where to go? But I made it. The camaraderie was great. I think it paid about $800 a month which was good money at the time. It helped me buy my first car and pay some upcoming college expenses. The picture here is not the boat I was on but was similar except this one is much larger. It is locking through at Watts Bar Dam on the Tennessee River.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Reach out and touch me

For all those avid, ardent readers who have wondered how to reply to my post, at long last here is my e-mail address. If I were a real guru, I guess I would have one of those little boxes to click on and it would automatically bring up the e-mail form. But I am not, so just send your remarks to jamesalandrum at gmail dot com. I really do want to hear from you.

Creep of the Week

Have you heard about the current Secretary of the Interior, Dirk Kempthorne? It seems he decided the bathroom in his Washington office needed remodeling, so they submitted the request to the GAO (the governmental watchdog over budget spending) as "historic renovations" and Mr. Kempthorne got a new shower, a new refrigerator, a new freezer, and lavish new wood paneling for his bathroom. Cost to the American taxpayer -- $235,000.00.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Recipe of the Week

Signature Steaks

Mona Gail's "marinade"

2 Tbsp Olive oil
2 Tbsp Lemon juice
½ - 1 Tsp Garlic powder
1 ½ Tsp Salt
2 Each Steaks – filet mignon, New York strip, ribeye, etc.

Mix all ingredients together well. Pierce steaks randomly all over with knife or large fork and cut through any fat on sides to prevent curling. Coat with mixture on both sides and let stand at room temperature an hour or so before cooking.

The Process

Preheat oven to 425º with rack in the center. Heat an ovenproof pan over medium high heat for 5 minutes. Sear steaks in 2 tbsps olive oil on one side for 4 to 5 minutes. Be careful when putting the steaks in the pan – smoky and it spatters! Once in the pan, don’t move them for that 4 to 5 minute searing time. Turn them over after 4 to 5 minutes, place pan in the oven and roast to desired doneness (see below). Allow steaks to rest 5 minutes before serving.

Everyone has a preferred “doneness” – use the following as a guide only. We used 1 ½” filet mignons (beef tenderloin) and these times were recommended for filet mignons.


Rare: Sear 5 minutes
Roast 5 minutes
Rest 5 minutes

Medium rare: Sear 5 minutes
Roast 7 minutes
Rest 5 minutes

Medium: Sear 5 minutes
Roast 9 minutes
Rest 5 minutes

Adjust roasting times according to your preferences…. I may never grill a steak outdoors again!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Rant of the Week

Well, the country is in a mell of a hess isn't it? I have no solutions, just a few observations. It seems to me the beginning of this fiasco was about 15 years ago when Congress enacted laws that provided tax breaks to, and therefore encouraged, manufacturers to ship jobs overseas. The NAFTA agreement led the way down the path to desolation. If someone disagrees with my interpretations, please let me know. NAFTA was a result of people thinking we should even the playing field and improve the standard of living for all peoples of North America. Their thought was that NAFTA would bring the standard of living of all North American people up to equal that of the average American. But instead we have brought the standard of living of the average American down to the level of the other North Americans. And it came at the expense of the American people. There is no healthy economy without a huge manufacturing base and that is what the U.S. has lost over the past 15 years or so. One has to MAKE something and add value to resources. Our economy cannot subsist upon the ballyhooed "service sector jobs" for long. Without manufacturing, people cannot afford to pay for services rendered by that sector. And thus those jobs are eventually bound to disappear. They don't pay enough to have a significant impact on the economy. I wonder what our country would look like without any products made in China, Japan, Taiwan. I'm afraid that trade imbalance is almost impossible to correct. We will not make the economy whole again by paying ourselves to repair our highways, bridges, and other infrastructure. Ain't gonna happen! And how many of the currently unemployed will rush to fill those manual labor, outside, heavy lifting jobs where they have to leave home and live like nomads hundreds of miles from home? Pipedream! In my opinion, which I have come to believe is perhaps as good as anyone else's currently in Congress (shameful), we started down that path to desolation when we began losing electronics jobs overseas, the steel industry, then textile jobs, then automotive jobs, and then a flood of miscellaneous industries, like shoes, plastics, and now even food.

Because of our preferences here at home, we have told our farmers in so many words, "Look, don't plant vegetables for our tables, only plant corn and soy beans." Farmers get a lot more money from those two staples than they do from green beans, potatoes, fruit and all the rest of our comestibles. And those two items are basically not for our food supply, they are for overseas manufacturing requirements. This means the only people who can afford to raise our food are the large corporate farming conglomerations who have the resources to achieve the economies of scale. Now, we all know that there are small rural farmers in our heartlands who raise food for our table, but I am speaking on a larger scale. Simply put, if a small farmer wants to make money, he plants corn and/or soy beans. And the rest of us end up buying potatoes from Guatamala, peaches from Chile, baby food laced with melamine from China, and on and on. There is something terribly wrong when small farmers in Maine grow blueberries and TRUCK them to Washington State to be repackaged and distributed from there.

Our government leaders won't admit it because of the resulting panic (do I smell a conspiracy here? Unfortunately, when we mention a "conspiracy" most people tune out and ignore it), but the obvious truth is that we are going to run out of money to buy our food. We are already running out of money to buy big ticket things like homes and automobiles and we no longer have money to invest for our future (where would you invest it if you had it?)

So, our clothes, our automobiles, an alarming amount of our food, and countless little "daily necessities" we are buying from overseas. Does anyone doubt we are running out of money to pay for these things?

Whenever we experience a catastrophe, our society always needs to find a scapegoat -- the guilty person -- the culprit who caused it. We make a big splash about it, let the courts drag on for several years until the emotion is gone and sentence the guilty to a couple of years and all is forgotten. So where do we find the guilty people for putting us in this current mess? 'Don't have to look very far, do we? Check the nearest mirror. You did it to yourself when you elected politicians to represent you that only had their own best interests at heart. Listen up folks, MOST politicians don't run for office to do public service -- they run for office to acquire power, make lots of money, and secure lifetime health benefits and exorbitant retirement salaries. You are criminally naive if you think otherwise. We elect our politicians based upon their looks, their speeches, and their poise. Heaven forbid that we elect someone based upon their experience and past record and proven character (this is not a diatribe about Obama and McCain directly, but....) We elect people based upon who we WANT them to be, rather than who they ARE. And then when they fail to deliver their promises, take bribes, sell their influence, sexually molest young boys and girls, carry on illicit extramarital affairs, and ignore the desires of their constituents (Somewhere along the way, these politicians forget they were elected to represent the wishes of the voters and they come to believe they are smarter than their constituents so therefore "I will vote for what I believe" -- "No, vote for what your constituents want." And when they end up performing dishonorable, illegal, immoral, and lewd acts, we shake our heads and say there is nothing we can do. It's a long list of "dishonorables" -- not just the headline grabbers from Louisiana, Alaska, Illinois , Massachusetts, New Jersey, New York, but the seamy little political hacks from Kentucky, California, Nevada, and North Carolina.

Culprits so far -- politicians. Look, if you don't think they are crooked, for what purpose do lobbyists exist? To spend money to "bribe" or influence politicians behaviors. No other reason. Next culprit -- that person you see in the mirror. You make poor, uninformed choices for politicians and when they are exposed to be a child molester or whatever, you do not raise a "hue and cry" to oust them. You return them to office year after year because you believe they will do something beneficial to your state's fiscal advantage. Kentucky, Massachussetts, West Virginia, and South Carolina immediately come to mind!

And now (December 2008) when hundreds of thousands of Americans are losing their jobs, their retirements, their health insurance, their dreams of college educations, and grappling with the worst financial crisis since the Great Depression and when Congressional members fail to compromise on a Big 3 bailout because the CEOs will not work for one dollar a year, Congress receives a $4,700 yearly raise! That amounts to a $2,500,00.00 a year cost to the American taxpayer at a time when that money would be much better spent helping seniors below the poverty line struggling to pay heating, medical, and food bills. Don't you just love it?

Our generation has been brought up to think we are smarter than the previous and the next generation is smarter than the current. It simply is not true. The previous generation went to a REAL war to defend America and came home and built this country to what it was forty years ago. You wanted a decent, good-paying job? Walk down the street and see how soon a manufacturer grabbed you. There was pride in America and pride in what America built. But then you turned your backs on America's jobs and said "Hey, this is something different and because it is new, it must be better than the old." So I'll buy a Toyota or a Honda or an Audi or Mercedes and just because I bought it, it is better than something I did not buy. I personally had a new 1973 GM car and numerous times I turned the ignition key because it was so quiet I didn't think the car was running. And what was road noise or wind noise? Unheard of. Power steering was effortless, and you never knew when the a/c or heater was running because it was so quiet. But the Japanese and malcontents convinced everyone that American cars had poor quality and obsolete styling. So we started building autos with the "European flair"! And the American auto manufacturers have been trying to "catch up" ever since! You never blinked an eye when you bought that foreign car that was made by companies literally headed by the former Japanese and German officers of the armies dedicated to our destruction. You turned a blind ear when "Mr. Toyota" himself said in the mid-60s, "We will bury you!" And now those companies build their products here in America and have become "American" cars. Next time you travel down Interstate 26 in South Carolina toward Charleston, get a calculator and count the number of trucks you see hauling Japanese freight just off the boats toward Smyrna, TN, or Spartanburg, SC, or Georgetown, KY to their automotive plants -- filled with assemblies and piece parts made in Japan or Germany. And understand that each one of those assemblies provided work "back home" in Nagasaki to outside suppliers and engineering services, and machine tool design and work, and even building the equipment to make the assemblies. Assembly plants are just the tip of the ice berg when it comes to the economic impact of large industry. And let me know how many semi loads you see of parts entering this country bound for the Big Three.

Big 3 automakers create 79 U.S. jobs per 2,500 cars sold in America

Foreign automakers create 33 U.S. jobs per 2,500 cars sold in America

As I write this, the Russian government is grappling with the worst economic crisis in a decade, as oil prices tank, the ruble slides and unemployment steadily creeps up. To prop up demand for the ailing Russian auto industry, President Putin announced on Friday, Dec. 19, 2008 there would be a fifty per cent tariff placed on all imported used cars and fifteen per cent on new imported cars. This is the same tactic the Japanese used for years and years to keep out American made automobiles. I do not know if Japan still practices that today....

And remember that the Big Three are the ones who led the way in providing WW II materiel to win the war and ensure we don't speak German or Japanese today. You smirk and say "T''would never have happened!" You are very mistaken. My father and most of my uncles had to go to war then for two to four or five years to prevent further atrocities such as the Holocaust, Pearl Harbor, the Bataan death march, and the literal rape of thousands of Chinese girls. One uncle was killed the first week he was in France by a German sniper. They ALL came back changed and horrified and determined to never allow that to happen again. But today you say, "Ah well, that was a long time ago and why hold a grudge?" My wife's father during WW II was in training to become a glider pilot in Europe -- an inevitable suicide mission but one that was necessary. At their post in Texas, they were fed like kings every meal because there was the feeling that any one of those meals might have been their last. And after the war, when the U.S. prohibited Japan from having a standing armed forces, we promised we would protect them from any future aggression. So they avoided the costs of maintaining an armed force and dedicated that money to industrializing from the ground up. They now had the resources and the freedom to build new industries. For American manufacturers, it was back to the same tired old buildings, layouts, and constrictions. The Japanese government financially backed new industry with low interest loans and currency manipulation and discriminatory tarriffs and penalties (if not outright prohibitions) that kept American products out of Japan.

But today's generation doesn't want to hear about such ancient history. No, it isn't ancient history, it's just not within your individual recent memories. But I'll bet your parents or grandparents can tell you of the loss, and heartache, and fear, and sacrifices and hard work they went through to turn this country over safely to the next generation.

SO just keep buying those foreign products and realize one day before long the money WILL run out. And not only will there be no money but precious little food to buy.

On December 19, 2008, CNN Money reports that according to the industry publication, The Harbour Report, that ranks auto factories by their efficiency, or the number of worker-hours required to produce a car, nine out of the 10 most efficient auto plants in North America are unionized plants run by the Big 3. The 10th is a unionized plant jointly run by GM and Toyota in California.

CNN also reported that the average hourly wage rate is not significantly different between the Big 3 and foreign factories in the U.S. The exaggerated stories that people like to jump on and repeat, such as a unionized auto worker cannot stop in the plant and pick up a piece of trash because that belongs to a differently classified employee, are just simply bunk. I am not defending unions and their irrational demands. They are a necessary evil that has gone too far. Most of the foreign plants in the U.S. are non-union whereas most of the Big 3 plants are unionized. Don't kid yourself -- foreign auto plant workers in the U.S make a wage almost identical to the unionized plants -- and that is because of the "fear" of the unions. The foreign plants know that if they don't pay an equitable wage, their plants will be unionized. The big difference between foreign and domestic auto manufacturing costs lie in the "legacy" costs -- insurance, pensions for retirees, benefits, etc. To date, the foreign manufacturers have not had to bear that burden and thus reap the benefit of a younger work force. I wonder what would happen if each of us who works toward that day when we can "draw retirement" regardless of our type of work, and after 30 or 35 years, were to suddenly have those taken away as being too costly for the provider.

Answer the following twelve questions and check out the answers afterward.

Twelve Easy Pieces:

1. Which country has brands that occupy 2 of the top 3 spots for long-term reliability?
a. Germany
b. Japan
c. Korea
d. United States

2. As of August 2007, which manufacturer had the most recalled vehicles in the U.S. for that year?
a. Chrysler
b. Ford
c. GM
d. Nissan
e. Toyota
f. Volkswagen

3. Pick the brand from each group that has the highest initial quality.
a. Acura, BMW, Cadillac (all luxury makes)
b. Honda, Mercury, Nissan (all non-luxury makes)
c. Acura (lux), Chevrolet (non-lux), BMW (lux), Mazda (non-lux)

4. Which midsize sedan has the highest initial quality?
a. Accord (Honda)
b. Altima (Nissan)
c. Camry (Toyota)
d. Malibu (Chevrolet)

5. Which large sedan has the highest initial quality?
a. Avalon (Toyota)
b. Grand Prix (Pontiac)
c. Sable (Mercury)

6. Which mid-size pickup has the highest initial quality?
a. Dakota (Dodge)
b. Ranger (Ford)
c. Tacoma (Toyota)

7. Which car is the most economical overall?
a. Aveo (Chevrolet)
b. Fit (Honda)
c. Prius (Toyota

8. Which car did the L.A. Times describe as " a better car than BMW or Mercedes or Lexus or Infiniti"?
a. A6 (Audi)
b. CTS (Cadillac)
c. RL (Acura)

9. Which company makes the winner of the 2008 "Green Car of the Year" award?
a. Chevrolet
b. Honda
c. Toyota

10. Which car was selected by the North American automotive press corps as the "North American Car of the Year for 2007?
a. Aura (Saturn)
b. Camry (Toyota)
c. Fir (Honda)

11. Which car won the same award for 2008?
a. Accord (Honda)
b. Altima coupe (Nissan)
c. Malibu (Chevrolet)

12. Which company had a luxury vehicle, a midsize sedan, and a large truck removed from the Consumer Reports recommended vehicles list in October 2007 because of mounting quality problems?
a. Chrysler
b. Ford
c. General Motors
d. Hyundai
e. Toyota
f. Volkswagen

Answers:

1. United States, per J.D. Power Vehicle Dependability Study. Mercury and Cadillac are in the TOP 3, along with Lexus. And in 2007, Buick was tied with Lexus for the top spot.

2. Volkswagen. According to Business Week, Volkswagen had the most recalls at this time a year ago. The second worst was Toyota.

3.
a. Cadillac (better than both Acura and BMW)
b. Mercury (better than both Honda and Nissan)
c. Chevrolet (better than Acura, BMW, and Mazda)

According to J.D. Power Initial Quality Survey

4. Chevrolet Malibu has better initial quality than any competitor, including Honda Accord, Toyota Camry, and Nissan Altima. The Ford Fusion also beat all 3 Japanese competitors. According to J.D. Power 2008 articles and news releases.

5. Pontiac Grand Prix, beating the Toyota Avalon. Two other cars beat the Avalon -- Mercury Sable and Mercury Grand Marquis. According to news release from J.D. Power.

6. The Dodge Dakota has the best quality. The Ford Ranger also beat the Toyota Tacoma. According to J.D. Power.

7. Chevrolet Aveo -- the Honda Fit was #3 and the Toyota Prius was #34. According to Edmunds.com.

8. Cadillac CTS. According to the L.A. Times.

9. Chevrolet Tahoe Hybrid. The Tahoe's 21 mpg city gas mileage is equal to Toyota's 4-cyl, Camry sedan. According to greencar.com.

10. Saturn Aura beat out the Honda Fit and the Toyota Camry. According to northamericancar oftheyear.org.

11. Chevrolet Malibu, beating out the Cadillac CTS and the Honda Accord. According to northamericancaroftheyear.org.

12. In October 2007, Toyota's much publicized quality problems resulted in Consumer Reports removing from their recommended vehicle list, the Lexus GS, the Toyota Camry V6 sedan, and the Tundra pickup.

That's my rant for the week folks. I know I may have upset a few apple carts but if so, just tune me out....

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Recipe of the Week

This is simply delicious! Don't stint....  :-)


Caraway Pork Chops Paprikash

 

                                    Boneless pork loin chops

2          Tsp                  Paprika, divided

                                    Salt and pepper to taste

1          Tbsp                Butter

1          Tbsp                Vegetable oil

1          Tsp                  Caraway seeds

2          Tbsp                Shallots, minced

½         Cup                  White wine

½         Cup                  Heavy cream

1          Tsp                  Dijon mustard

 

Sprinkle the pork chops with 1 tsp paprika and the salt and pepper.

 

Heat butter and oil in a large skillet. Sauté chops over medium heat about 10 minutes until both sides are browned and the meat is cooked through. Remove chops to a plate, leaving drippings in a skillet.

 

Add remaining 1 tsp paprika, caraway seeds, and shallots to pan. Cook, stirring for 30 seconds. Pour in the wine and cook over medium heat, stirring frequently for 2 to 3 minutes until liquid is reduced by half. Add cream and simmer until slightly thickened. Stir in Dijon mustard.

 

Return meat and any accumulated juices to pan and simmer about 3 minutes to heat through. Adding a bit more wine and cream will increase the sauce.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Another "Nook and Cranny"

On Tuesday, the 9th, we drove to Murfreesboro, spent the night, and returned on Wednesday. On the drive back, we stopped at an unlikely place named Bell Buckle! Several Victorian 'painted ladies" and a downtown reminiscent of Deadwood, ND with ribbons and lace. I am always appalled by the prices storekeepers put on their old junk! Just because some "price book" somewhere says the value is $250 doesn't mean there is a BUYER at that price. Anyway, the countryside was pretty, the ribbons and lace were colorful and the coffee on a raw, rainy, cold, blustery day was outstanding. I go under the knife on Feb 10th.

Friday, November 28, 2008

A bigger bite of genealogy

I am the son of Blanche Haddix Landrum
She was the daughter of Arthur Haddix
He was the son of Orlena Deaton
She was the daughter of Alexander Deaton
He was the son of Malinda Watts
She was the daughter of Emily "Polly" Noble
She was the daughter of George Noble, Jr
He was the son of Mary Ann Thomas Alexander
She was the daughter of Garrard Alexander
He was the son of Ann Fowke
She was the daughter of Gerard Fowke Jr.
He was the son of Col. Gerard Fowke Sr.
He was the son of Roger Fowke
He was the son of Dorothy Cupper
She was the daughter of Audrey Peto
She was the daughter of John Peto
He was the son of Edward Peto
He was the son of John de Peto
He was the son of Katherine Gresley
She was the daughter of Elizabeth Clarell
She was the daughter of Elizabeth Le Scrope
She was the daughter of Elizabeth Strathbogie
She was the daughter of Elizabeth de Ferrers
She was the daughter of Isabel de Verdon
She was the daughter of Lady Elizabeth de Clare
She was the daughter of Joan "of Acre" Plantagenet
She was the daughter of King Edward I (Plantagenet)
He was the son of King Henry III (Plantagenet)
He was the son of King John (Plantagenet)
(the one forced to sign the Magna Carta!)
And King John was the son of Eleanor of Aquitane
and King Henry II (Plantagenet)

Eleanor was the daughter of William X (Duke of Aquitane)
He was the son of William IX, Duke of Aquitane
He was the son of William VIII, Duke of Aquitane
He was the son of William V, Duke of Aquitane
He was the son of William IV,"Ironman", Duke of Aquitane
He was the son of William III, Count of Poitou, born 915
He was the son of Manzer, Count of Poitou, died 934
He was the son of Ramnulf II of Poitou
He was the son of Ramnulf I, Count of Poitou
And he was the son of Gerard, Count of Auvergne, born in 820.

And that makes this Gerard my 38th great grandparent!
And Eleanor of Aquitane is my 28th great grandmother!

Eleanor's grandfather, William IX of Aquitane was also one
of the first and foremost Troubadors of the Middle Ages. The
following is one of his original compositions:

Under the sun I ride along
And tell this story, in a song:
Ladies there are who do great wrong!
I mean such dames
As turn a cruel and heedless ear
To lovers claims....

So hear me: Silent, and discreet,
Through our Auvergne, mild and sweet,
I rode, and happened there to meet
Sir Guarin's Dame
And Bernard's too; they spoke me fair
And asked my name.


"God save you, Pilgrim, as you fare!"
Thus cried one of the comely pair
"Gentle you seem, and debonair!
(if I may judge!)
Though many Vagabonds and Rogues
Our highways trudge!"

Now, mark the style of my reply:
I spoke no truth...I told no lie
But answered only, with a sigh
(I had my plan...)
"Barbariol, barbariol,
Barbarian!"

Then said Dame Ermesses in glee
To Lady Agnes: "Mute is he!
Let's take him home, and lodge him free!
When we're alone
Such sport as we'll devise with him
Shall ne'er be known!"

So then one cast her mantle o'er
My back, and through her chamber door
Led me... And I could ask no more!
A cozy fire
Burned in the hearth; a man had all
He might desire!

A lordly meal they did prepare
And two fat capons were my share
All hotly spiced; the wine was rare
And all for me!
No steward served, no cook was there
But just us three...

"Sister, this fellow is too shy
To say a word while we stand by!
Lest he be scheming on the sly
Let our cat come!
I'll warrant we shall straightway
If he be dumb!

So Agnes went to fetch the cat
Ne'er have I seen a beast like that!
I fell to trembling where I sat
And with good cause!
Long-whiskered was he, big and fierce
With cruel claws!

Those prudent ladies first undressed
Their mute and unsuspecting guest
Then on his back the cat they pressed!
Keen could I feel
Its' talons ripping down my flank
From haunch to heel!

As Agnes dragged it by the tail
My body's length, I felt each nail,
And with the anguish I turned pale
Yet stood all meek;
By God they could have flayed me there
Ere I would speak!

"Sister," I heard Dame Agnes say,
"He's mute indeed! I think we may
Prepare ourselves for sport and pray
Draw the bath hot!"
More than a week I spent with them
Such was my lot.

Now, hear the tally I'll relate:
A hundred fourscore times, and eight
I laid them ... and a woeful state
They left me in.
With harness torn and broken blade
Aye, t'was a sin!

Good squire ... if I feel no worse
Tomorrow, take this little verse
To those fair ladies, with my purse
And, tit for tat,
Ask them, in memory of me,
TO KILL THAT CAT!








Saturday, November 22, 2008

Notable movies on CD to watch

Anne and I tend to limit our CD rentals to PG, but we still enjoy the Indiana Jones, Bruce Willis, James Bond type action flicks in addition to several of the romantic comedies. But we recently watched two that were PG that were just excellent. If you get a chance, we highly recommend Mister Tom and August Rush! And now on 12/28/08, we add The Simple Life of Noah Dearborn starring Sidney Poitier -- excellent!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Recipe of the Week


Our Signature Bourbon Fudge Cake

2 Tsp Unsweetened cocoa

1¾ Cup Water

2 Tsp Instant espresso

¼ Cup Kentucky bourbon (Woodford Reserve)

5 Oz Unsweetened chocolate, chopped

2 Stick Unsalted butter, cut into small

pieces and softened

2 Cup Sugar

2 Cup All-purpose flour

1 Tsp Baking soda

Dash of salt

2 Ea Large eggs, room temperature

1 Tsp Vanilla extract

Preheat oven to 275º. Coat a 12-cup Bundt pan and dust with the unsweetened cocoa. Remove excess cocoa and set aside.

Combine water, instant espresso, and bourbon in a medium-size heavy saucepan. Simmer over low heat for 3 minutes. Add chocolate and butter; cook over a moderate heat, stirring until the mixture is melted and smooth. Remove from heat. Add sugar and stir until well blended. Let cool 3 minutes. Transfer the chocolate mixture to a large bowl. Combine flour, baking soda, and salt in a small bowl. Add flour mixture, ½ cup at a time, to the chocolate mixture using an electric mixer on medium speed. Continue to beat for 1 minute after all the flour has been added. Beat in the eggs one at a time. Add vanilla extract and mix until smooth.

Pour the batter into the Bundt pan. Bake for 80 to 90 minutes or until the cake tester comes out clean and the cake pulls away from the sides of the pan. (Our oven runs a little warm so we bake for about 66 minutes)

Cool in the pan on a rack for 20 minutes. Invert the cake onto the rack, remove the pan and cool completely. Serve at room temperature.

Note: Use instant coffee IF instant espresso is unavailable.

This is our absolute favorite chocolate cake! It is so moist. If you like, serve with ice cream, or crème fraiche, whipped cream, a good raspberry sauce, or let it stand alone.


Chocolate Ganache

4 Oz Semisweet chocolate chips

¼ Cup Heavy cream

½ Tsp Instant coffee granules

Melt the chocolate, heavy cream, and coffee in the top of a double boiler over simmering water until smooth and warm, stirring occasionally. Drizzle over the top of cake.




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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

November 2008 Roadtrip

During the desperate battle of Point Pleasant, Virginia on October 10, 1774, during what some historians agree was the first battle of the American Revolution, when settlers and soldiers were surrounded in their fort by Shawnee Indians led by Chief Cornstalk, the settlers learned of the Indian plans to also attack Fort Donnelly and the nearby settlements of Greenbrier. The settlements had to be warned to prevent a massacre. During the War some Indians became allies of the settlers and believed it to be to their advantage to support who they considered to be the winning side. For whatever reason, inside the fort at Point Pleasant was another sub-sect Indian chief -- the Grenadier Squaw as she was called by the English because of her size. She was over 6'5" tall and an imposing figure. Although a sister to Chief Cornstalk, she fought on the side of the settlers. Several scouts were sent out to escape and warn the settlements in Greenbrier of the impending attacks, but none were able to get through. It was decided to send two more volunteer scouts and hope that one would get through. The two selected were dressed and painted as Indians by Nonhelema, the Grenadier Squaw. Philip Hamman and John Pryor volunteered to go. Philip was twenty-four years old and originally from the Upper Rhineland area of Germany called The Palatinate and had just arrived in Philadelphia two years before.

After a run of over one hundred sixty miles in just two days, Philip reached the settlement twelve hours before the Indians and warned of the impending attacks. John Pryor never made it. For this heroic feat, he was dubbed "The Savior of Greenbrier" There is a highway historical marker on Route 60 near Greenbrier today relating his exploits. After the war, he returned to Greenbrier and married Christina Cook. (For more about this American hero, read a book titled "The Warrior Woman" by James Alexander Thom and his wife.) A couple of years later, in 1782, they traversed the Wilderness Road into Kentucky and settled in what is now Montgomery County. It was a large extended family that travelled the Wilderness Road. that fall. In addition to the Hammans, there were a large party of Baughmans who were the family of Christina's mother. They were happy and excited about moving to the new land. As the wagon train lumbered happily along near Hazel Patch, on October 17,1782, the Indians struck and very quickly killed most of the Baughmans and scattered the remainder of the party. Days later, Christina Cook Hamman, after wandering in the wilderness, staggered into a nearby store with an arrow in her head and their week old baby dead in her arms. The massacre has forever after been called "Baughman's Defeat."

Over the next forty years, they raised a large family near Mt. Sterling. By 1826, they had moved again to Jackson County, Alabama on a 2000 acre farm shortly after the Cherokees had been forcibly removed to Oklahoma. In 1827, Philip was ordained a pastor in the Friendship Baptist Church near Fackler. He died August 3, 1832 and Christina died January 28, 1842. They were buried on their farm side by side. After many years of neglect, their graves were in danger of being lost so a family association of their descendants moved their graves to a cemetery at Valley Head, Alabama, near Hammondville.

Christina and Philip were the parents of:

Mary "Polly" Hamman, who was the mother of:

William Jackson Cope, who was the father of:

Armina Cope, who was the mother of:

Laura Back, who was the mother of:

Ollie James Landrum, who was the father of James Alan Landrum. Thus Philip and Christina were my 4th great-grandparents! I have known this for thirty years or so but had no idea where Valley Head or Fackler Alabama were.

On Monday, 11/17/08, Anne and I decided to explore nearby Lookout Mountain a little more than what we had already seen. In looking at the map, I noticed it ran south pretty much parallel to I-59 in Alabama and I also saw a little place named Valley Head! And it was only 69 miles away -- sounds like a great little roadtrip! By the time we got to Valley Head, we were both hungry and looking for a place to eat. There was one. A modest but very friendly place -- we were the only customers. I asked if anyone knew of any Hammans in the neighborhood. Over the years, the family name Hamman has been spelled many different ways. They said yes, there were many Hammonds around Valley Head. She had no idea nor had ever heard a story about Philip Hamman which I was happy to relate! The lady said there were several cemeteries around and gave us vague directions to every one of them! We looked around town a little and decided to go back home via Lookout Mountain. BUT, as fate would have it, we said let's look at the one large cemetery we passed on the way into town. I made a loop and on the way out, Anne spotted a new stone with the name Hammond. We walked over and practically stumbled upon the nearby gravestones of Philip and Christina! What a wonderful surprise! So we drove around a little more trying to get a feel for the place where they lived and died. We did return home via Lookout Mountain and Mentone, but that's another story! (Hint: if you ever get close to Mentone, take a peek!) Along the way we saw DeSoto Falls which was the site of the first hydroelectric power plant in northern Alabama. A truly interesting place.

Any descendant of Philip Haman is elgible to join the DAR or SAR.

If you would like to see a couple of pics of our trip, just follow the link at the bottom of this page.