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Mother’s Day Post

So I screwed up. I didn’t consider that pretty much everyone with a loved one in assisted living or a nursing home wouldn’t be able to see their mother this year and that this would result in an early overload of the floral and other delivery industries.

My mother and I have often not seen eye to eye. We have went head to head as much as we have went heart to heart. We have have different paths we have taken in life… But mine was paved by her. So today the only gift I can deliver is from my heart. My entire life was possible due to the sacrifices my mother made. I didn’t always appreciate that. As a grown man, I had to make some of those same sacrifices myself to understand just how hard they were for her. And I learned to appreciate them, and her.

So, Linda Husvar, thank you for everything you did for me, for everything you endured to provide our family with a home and a life that was built with examples of dedication, sacrifice, endurance and love.

With love,
Your son.

PS: I owe you a tacky cactus or something.

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Postcards Of My Life #pcoml No. 12, Pedaling my ass.

Growing up, I always had a bike. Even as the “fat kid,” in retrospect, I was in amazingly good shape. I would ride for miles on beater bikes and I guess my dad decided I needed a nice one when he did a job wiring a commercial building in Ravenna that a bike shop was moving into. (It has since been a gym, grocery store, thrift shop and I believe it is a martial arts studio now. It’s in Blackhorse, near the buy here car lot.) as part of the payment for the job he got me a brand new bike. I had never had a really nice bike, let alone a brand new one, and the Huffy BMX Pro Thunder he got me was the most amazing bike to me. Bright yellow, blue tires (!!!) with proper pads in the proper places. It was this:

Many of the better off financially kids were quick to point out that it wasn’t a “proper” bmx bike like their Mongoose’s and other models, it had a coaster brake and no front brake and was too heavy for proper bmx riding. Did I mention that I was the fat kid? I had little interest in bmx, but absolutely loved the mobility and freedom my bikes afforded me. I would ride 5 miles around town or to Ravenna, or anywhere I wanted, often leaving in the morning and not returning until late in the day. No cell phone, no beeper, just told my parents where I was going, grabbed a couple of bucks for lunch and drinks and was on my way. Did you know that in the 80’s almost everywhere had a water fountain? That deputy sheriff’s would stop for a second to say hi and make sure your folks knew you were 10 miles from home and take your word that you were good on all counts? The freedom of the bicycle, and to be a free kid, was amazing. I never gave much thought to what that bike cost… In my 40’s now, I appreciate the cost of it to my father in having worked to get it… And though he’s gone some 7 years now, I hope he realized that he got his full value out of it as well as a huge return on his investment.

Postcards Of My Life #pcoml No. 10, Son of a blacksmith.

My father was a lifetime learner with many skills, a practical and intuitive engineer, he was also a competent electrician, mechanic, fabricator, as well as able to do basic carpentry. Over the course of his lifetime he wore many hats and designed many things from the small to the incredibly large. Be it a belt buckle or an overhead crane capable of lifting 100 tons, he could design and build it. The skill he enjoyed most, though, was blacksmithing.

Dad made many cool things as a blacksmith, from hand-made chains that were used in a movie to a candelabra that sat on a friend’s wedding altar, from belt buckles to broadaxes. He did his smithing to make money but it was also his therapy, hobby and fun. He would spend a couple of weeks every summer living in a tent and smithing at the Great Pennsic War, both as a crafter and a merchant. He loved beating Iron and creating with it.

As I sit in the house he and mom lived in I can almost hear the ringing of the hammer and anvil in his shop out back… Sadly, they are phantom and a memory of when the toughest guy I ever learned to love still walked the Earth.

Postcards Of My Life #pcoml No. 5. Wine coolers.

I honestly can’t say if I only remember tidbits about my Junior and Senior years of high school and the time just after graduating from the later damage to my brain or because of drinking… A lot… Of wine coolers. For the younger folks, long before Budweiser made strawberry and other Rita’s in a can, we had wine coolers… Refreshing, sometimes fizzy mixed wine drinks that came in 12oz bottles… But a few geniuses at the companies making them decided to package them in 2l boxes and soda bottles. They went down smooth, were incredibly cheap and I drank so much of them that my friend John nicknamed me “Cherry Passion” and called me that for as long he was alive. Yeah, imagine being out with friend and a dude yells out of his car window “Yo! Cherry Passion! What’s up, son?!” God I miss John. It was a much simpler time of life… Get lit, go to bed, go to work, repeat. Did they give you a hangover? Oh sweet Jesus, yes they did.

Postcards Of My Life #pcoml No. 4. The house with our initial in the chimney.

My mother and father were neighborhood kids. My mother’s family lived about a mile down the hill on Rte 213 from my dad’s parents’ house. I didn’t spend nearly the time in my paternal grandparents home as the other, sometime around 1979 or 1980 they sold it and moved permanently to Texas. A couple of things that I remember about it are that it had the letter “H” molded into the chimney. I remember my grandpa had a leather Lazy Boy. I remember my grandmother making us breakfast of saltines with sugar and milk like cereal.

And I remember the wall at the foot of the stairs to the basement. The wall was murderous. It was textured in this brutally sharp texture that you couldn’t touch without getting cut and I remember it would keep you from running down those stairs for fear of touching it. The sample photo isn’t even remotely how sharp it was. That wall had the blood of every person who was ever in the house in it. I am fairly certain that grandma was a witch.

Postcards Of My Life #pcoml No. 2. Moving day to KSU.

Both of my parents did the college thing, mom’s bachelor’s degree is from Bethany College, dad went to the Franciscan University of Steubenville, but didn’t finish. Mom got accepted to a Masters degree in Sociology program at Kent State University. There were not remote education Masters programs in the late 70’s. Around 1976 we moved from the trailer on Sixteen Ridge to the Allerton Student Housing at Kent State in building “H.” Later on in life I would date a woman who lived in the apartment almost directly above ours that my parents’ friends, the Kellems, lived in.

On the day we moved we drove past my grandparents house on Rte 213 in Taylortown but didn’t stop. I think I remember them being on the front porch waving at us but it’s probably childish imagination. I remember crying a lot because I wouldn’t see my pap and grandma nearly every day anymore. I did spend a lot of time going to the house for vacations growing up. My pap lived there until the day he died there, laying down in front of his basement work bench. My grandmother lived there until she was no longer safe to live alone. The house was bought by a childhood friend, Robbie Angus.

A lot of other postcards exist from this house but so much more is lost.

There were huge walnut and pine trees in front of it when my grandparents owned it. It’s a Sears or Montgomery Ward catalog house.

Postcards Of My Life #pcoml No. 1. Cooking in the trailer kitchen. 1975ish.

I have recently come to the realization that I do not have the huge network of connected memories that most people seem to. Different events and experiences in my life have resulted in my memories being fragmented, short and almost like, well, postcards. I know there was much more to my life, #pcoml will be an attempt to document the memories I have left, even if only briefly.

One of my earliest memories is from around 1975-1976. My family lived in a house trailer that was a caretakers home at a park and baseball field on Sixteen Ridge in Richmond, Ohio. I do not remember specifics like what was being cooked, time of the year, or honestly, even if it was my mom or father I was helping. I just remembered standing on a chair helping cook in the kitchen. I have very few even of my “postcards” from life in the trailer in Richmond.

The worst part of Fibromyalgia…

I have Fibromyalgia. Among the many issues I deal with are chronic pain, irritable bowel, muscle rigidity and cramping, intolerance to temperature, and the worst one…

Chronic fatigue. Pain and I are old friends. I can deal with pain, usually I can even ignore it. Which I had better do since I am allergic to opiates and sodium naproxen. I’m left with some other NSAIDs and some experimental treatments. But let me tell you, sucking down 2 or 3 energy shots a day, taking b-vitamin supplements, ginsing and caffeine just sucks. So I spend a lot of time napping. Which is what I am going to go do now.

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Hey, it’s Monday…

I hope everyone had a fabulous weekend.  To my friends out East who got all the snow…  Dig!

This weekend was interesting…  My wife and I participated in our first ever Road Rally…  What did we learn?  Well, it was fun…  I still can’t handle the long stints in the car, so I’m sore today, but it was worth it to get to meet some people in the local car scene.  If you don’t know, my wife runs Sportscar Salvage, and most (all) of our business comes from outside the state.  She’d love to integrate with more local folks and so we’re going to head to more local events.

I’m working on coordinating a project custom rifle for a friend.  I’ve managed to find sources for all the parts and the work, so expect pictures of the finished product in a few weeks.  The foundation is a Mosin Nagant M44 carbine.  The code name for the build is “MtNkitty.”

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I am also working on coordinating another review video, this one will entail a 4 gun comparison of popular pistol caliber carbines.  Thanks to Home On The Range for their assistance with this.  The review will involve a High Point 995, Beretta Storm, H&K USC and a Colt AR15, all in 9mm.

That’s it for today, I know it’s Monday, but find the sunshine!

An intro… About me…

So a lot of people have told me they enjoy reading my writings…  I guess they think I am kinda good at it. So I guess I shall put it out there are you can enjoy it.  Or not. 🙂  Below is a note I wrote about myself on Facebook as a way to explain who I am.  I’m not about reinventing the wheel, so this will give you a good idea of the person that I am.

Defining Jerod…

 

I have been thinking for quite a while that I should put into words my core beliefs and principles…  Let’s see how this works out…

 

 First and foremost, I am a follower of the teachings of Christ.  I believe that Jesus christ was a physical manifestation of The Supreme Being (God.)  I believe he came to pay for my (and all of humanity’s) sins, and that he died and returned to life, and ultimately to the plane he came from.

 

I believe the Bible is an historical book defining the history and beliefs of my faith.  I do not consider everything in it to be LITERAL.  I believe that God has presented history and parables to us in a manner that our finite minds can understand…  I understand one day, I do not understand a billion years, even if to God it’s only a moment.  I do not believe God is a trickster, nor that fossils, carbon dating and other scientifically found evidence of our planet’s history are “jokes.”  I believe that our mind and our understanding has found ways to define methods used to produce the world in which we live.  I believe that there is more to the universe than we can ever understand, having finite minds living in a construct of an infinite one.  I believe that the Bible as used today is the product of mans decisions, hopefully guided by divine wisdom, but that this fact isn’t certain.  I believe there are other historical works from the periods of the Bible which provided equally important information.

 

 I believe the foundations of being Christian are short, sweet, and to the point.  I believe Christ is who he claimed to be.  I asked for him to be a part of my life, willingly, and to carry the burden of my sins.  I believe that the most important rule is the Golden Rule and that, keeping that rule, in a life-long, demonstrated manner is part of the path towards moving on to our next plane of existence.  

 

I believe in love and that any genuine love should be respected, at least tolerated.  Yes, same sex love, yes, polygamy, no to anything that is NOT CONSENSUAL.  The teachings I follow are of a man who willingly associated with people from all walks of life, from the poorest and most humble to the richest and most known.  He taught to kings, queens, queers and straights, harlots and servants, judges and laborers willingly and with love and respect.  If my Savior found no place to judge the actions of these people, who am I to?  I have heard people profess that tolerance is akin to acceptance.  This is NOT the case.  When someones actions infringe upon the life, liberty or health of another, I believe in stepping in.  Otherwise, if it hurts none, it is not my place to stand in the path of another person’s hapiness.  

 

I believe that ALL humans are created equal.  Naked in the middle of Death Valley we are all in deep kimchee.  I do not believe in different human “races.”  We are all homo sapiens.  The same species.  

 

species plural of spe·cies

Noun: A group of living organisms consisting of similar individuals capable of exchanging genes or interbreeding. The species is the principal natural taxonomic unit, ranking below a genus and denoted by a Latin binomial, e.g., Homo Sapiens.

 

Yes, we have varied cultures, varied levels of melanin in our skins, varied shapes, forms and physical characteristics.  So what?  Is a Chihuahua a cat and a great Dane a horse?  No.  

 

I believe that the grand experiment of 1776, the United States of America existing as a democratic republic is still the greatest idea for the formation of a nation ever tried.  I believe there are GRAND flaws in the system, and that most of them center around money.  I believe that anyone who takes a pay cut stepping into political office more than likely is someone who should be looked at with EXTREME scrutiny.  I believe that the Constitution of the United States of America is THE law of the land.  It is a living document only in so far as it is amended.  Period.  I believe the Amendments to the Constitution mean exactly what they say.  I believe that they were written in language that was infinitely clear to those speaking the American language of that time.  I believe that their are related documents that clear up and potential discrepancies.  An example of this is the second amendment, which is clarified quite clearly in Thomas Jefferson’s Federalist Papers and other period writings.  Do I believe any United States citizen should have the right to own any weapon from a sharpened pencil to a M1A Abrams Main Battle Tank?  Absolutely.  If you can afford it, have fun, so long as you respect you fellow citizens’ rights to Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  Nuclear weapons?  I think this is a very touchy issue… NO ONE in history ever envisioned a weapon that could destroy the planet.  Personally, I would love to see them all destroyed.  This will never happen.  I feel that it is the duty of the citizens to place the control of these devices into the hands of a trusted and secure group of citizens.  The US Military and the President of the United States fill those roles.  God save us if they ever have to have that trust tested.  God save THEM if they violate it.

 

I ABSOLUTELY believe that all political parties are now so monetarily corrupted that they no longer serve the purpose of their charters.  I am best defined as a Libertarian, if you hadn’t guessed that, but I would say that to fit into more “mainstream” labels I would be a Conservative Democrat.  I believe in absolute personal liberty, social responsibility and the protection of citizens at ALL levels of society, especially the poor, sick and homeless.  I believe that having poverty in this nation is appalling, as is homelessness.  We have the resources to live in near Utopian circumstances, but for greed.  I believe that ALL citizens should pay an EQUAL AND BALANCED portion of their incomes to support the common good.  I do not believe an income tax is the best method to do this, but would much prefer to see the “Flat Tax” sales tax put into place.  20% of everything goes to the government to be spent equally in the protection of all citizens.  No exceptions, credits, or loopholes.  Get caught cheating once, half of you remaining life expectancy is spent in a work prison.  Do it again and you get shot in the head.  Period.

 

 I believe in minimal laws and punishments…  I do not believe we can legislate morality and make citizens a burden on society for moral crimes such as drug use, traffic offenses, fighting, CONSENSUAL sexual acts AMONG ADULTS, etc. are good for the nation.  We have a good military in place, serve your time and prove your worth at the same time.  Break the trust and you go off to an island with a knife.  Willingly take a life of an adult without cause?  Off you go to an island with a knife.  Commit forced rape, murder, child neglect, child endangerment, or any other crime that would now be considered capital, off you go to an island.  With no knife.  And identifying tattoos.  Everyone going to the island gets sterilized.  Anyone trying to escape the island gets executed without prejudice.  We have Predator drones, radar, sonar, ladar, night vision and really good guns.  Buh bye.  Don’t come back.

 

I believe that in the USA we have freedom OF religion, not freedom FROM religion.  Separation of church and state is an ideal found in the Establishment Clause that is designed to protect us, the citizen, from the government OFFICIALLY endorsing or preferring any one religion.  http://nationalparalegal.edu/conlawcrimproc_public/FreedomOfExpression/FreedomOfReligion&EstCl.asp has an excellent explanation for those who do not understand the concepts therein.  Your opinion may differ.  Your opinion isn’t the law.

 

I, personally, am appalled by the idea of abortion without good reason.  I think the test of “mother’s health, incest or rape” is a good idea.  I also don’t think we have the right to tell a woman what she can do with her body.  So I guess I am anti-abortion but pro-choice.  It’s not on the fence, it’s a legitimate stand on the issue.  I know there are MANY people in the world who would give limbs to have a healthy baby to adopt.  I feel that if there was more done to support mothers with unwanted pregnancies, an experience that could be a burden for them could be turned into something good in which they are supported respectfully, financially and medically and then move on with their life.  Again, your body, your choice.  By the same token, there are MUCH better birth control methods than abortion…  And now a viable option for men, as well, beyond a condom.  Everyone needs to take the PERSONAL responsibility to prevent.

 

While we are on personal responsibility, I believe people need to have it.  The government, the police, the fire department, the church and your friends cannot always be there to help you.  Self sufficiency goes a LONG way to learning to respect yourself and others.  Robert Heinlein once said “A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly.”  I’m pretty much on board with that.

 

 I believe that our government lies to us.  I do not believe that it arbitrarily executes its citizens in grandiose events and then covers it up.  I do not believe a secret that big could be kept, to be frank.  I believe there are a lot of sensationalists on both the fringe right and left who derive near physical masturbatory pleasure from creating controversy, hatred and societal disruption.  I am all for civil disobedience, I am not for terrorizing, white washing, brain washing or manipulating facts for personal of financial gains…  This means the media, as well.  The Internet has both given common ground for the afflicted and the insane.  A place of solace and commiseration, as well as one for dangerous like minds to gather.  Life, Liberty, the Pursuit of Happiness.  Don’t infringe and we’ll all get along just fine.

 

I do not believe in censorship, the banning of books, forbidden knowledge, the human body as something to be ashamed of nor worshiped.  I believe that it is reasonable to REQUEST easily accessible media to provide a reasonable warning as to potentially offensive content in any media…  By the same token, I do not believe that people have a right to NOT be offended.  Walk away.  Change the channel.  Grow a set of balls.  And a spine.  Parents, teach your children, guide them, do your best, and then, just as every generation of parents has EVER done, hope you did your best and move forward.  Sometimes you’ll lose, usually you’ll win.

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This is NOT, by far, complete.  Still, if you can’t at least agree to disagree with me on my stands, and respect my right to have them, then you need to go the hell away.  Period.