This evening right before I went into the local Charter meeting of the Knytes here in western Wyoming some ignorant guy smugged and asked why I work so hard and sacrifice so much for a bunch of road bumbs as he called us, (damn near got his ass turned into manure) ? The answer is very simple. Even long , long, before I 1983 when my Mom died, there was the club, but we we as a open public fan club, was not as brotherly as we became from 83 onward. When my Mom died in March of 1983, there was not one dang member of our local Ward of the LDS church there in Hazzard, Idaho, that even came up, put their arm around me and did some brotherly love and compassionate caring. Nope, even after two years prior giving up a warehouse of my own toys some that today would be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars as collectables. I even had an original batmobile miniature with diamond headlights that got gave away. The list goes on, but nobody from the Priesthood, Relief Society , NOBODY from that Ward in Hazzard, even came up and asked if they could help with even the most small of domestic skills, like sewing etc, to date I still can't make a pancake or French toast. I can make exotic southern dishes that I've learned how since but still no pancake. Can't heim a pair of pants. But it was the Knytes that came up to the big house that got me out of a very bad mental state , to where I could function. Bro taught me how to cook, Rick taught me how to handle money, Skipper taught me business skills, Jimmy taught me how to sew. Jimmy also although barely taught me how to play guitar , Jimmy went with me all the way to Grace Idaho, for the burial , it was the Knytes. Few weeks ago, had an invite from our Bishop to become an indexer for our Ward here in Wyoming. I was really excited, Bishop said he'd get the people to train me over so I could get started. Since then no phone call, no visit. It might be noted I was once escalated in the ladder of progression in the Church , in Hazzard, but seems when the Bishopric changed 3 times the record of that escalation was lost. Really? Real answer; I busted two Bishop' sons for excessive speed and one for narcotics and thus the escalation in the church was mysteriously lost.
I'm getting off topic. I work hard to not only to keep alive this organization that has become 250,000 strong today that started with the Divine-9 as we call ourselves that met in a tiny malt shop in Hazzard in 1982. I am dedicated to each and every patched member, and serve daily even hourly for not only the members , but their families, wives, daughters grandparents, etc. The Knytes are not just a biker club, we are a mongrel mix of a bikers club, big rig truckers organization , aviation club, and of course an organization dedicated to bringing all states of this nation to and part of the Confederate States including the Mountain West. So why do I work so hard for this club? Its simple, when I go to bed at night, and put my head on my pillow, I know that while my Heavenly Father protects me from heaven, there are Knytes near by with swords and knives watching over me as well. I know when I close my eyes that the love of 50 local club members as well as the rest of the Knytes love me and would not give it a second thought to lay his or her life down or spill blood for me. Nor I them. That's why I work so hard for the Knytes.
More later
TTYLY
Three trucks, a bunch of cussin and fussin but the rig finally gave and it was us that did the save. Not bad for a nights work. All caused by a freight hauler who just had to avoid a deer. So all safe now and warm.
So turned on this TV show on TNT called Castle. Not bad, the show before it called Good Behavior I started to get into but the script writers must be on vacation as the series after the first few episodes lost some punch. Just like on FoX with Lucifer , which calls up biblical quotes to verify the story line lost its glue to hold it together. Can't see either one lasting past next season, but then network executives save junk and toss out the good. Something I'm noticing though, LAFF TV is gaining ground. Perhaps its because outside of their limited advertiser base, the actual shows are good old 1 hour comedy dramas as well as some damn good movies. This is the kinds of programs, the James Best (Sheriff Roscoe) and such were trying to get on TV. Seems as TV may be saved sort of, the noise from the trades has it where Viacom and CBS are trying to divorce themselves from each other. Which means Viacom programs, such as the Dukes could really be bought and transplanted elsewhere to a different channel or parent network.
Also saw a thing in one of the trades where there and it might have been a opinionated piece, but where there is a movement afoot to get rid of the FCC and turn what limited powers the FCC has over to the Commerce Department or Federal Trade Commission. Why not let the industry police itself? The NAB could be a governing body . But that might be to radical of thinking since the NAB only cares about big radio properties and licensee's as well as just terrestrial over the air stations. I think though there will be a shake up there.
So you elected good old Donald Trump, , How do you like him now? He isn't even sworn in and already causing waves and it good. Just the selection of treason plagued or Russian influenced Sec-of State , who has financial ties to the Kremlin should raise some eye brows. More over the shake up of both China and Korea . If those two nations get pissed they might call in a few of those big loans that has kept the United States afloat for many years. Then what? Do you think mega retailers, like Walmart and Target amongst others are going to rush back to the none United States to set up manufacturing factories? Horny toads, their going to go to India or some other location to get goods made where labor and regulatory things are less. And this even before the Don gets real power. But hey ya'll voted for him, you get what ya'll voted for.
Okay then on the Knytes front. Knyte-Wolf is not just a title of a piece of the blog here, I'll hold off on what that is for another page, as for HazzardAyre and all it's parts, the Knytes and I have agreed that until we get at least 3 new computers to handle the load plus old Bessie here that its best to let our radio project be put on hiatus for a time. Plus before HazzardAyre is fired back up, I want to transplant the operation to where there's a larger pipeline with more muscle to carry the traffic we run. While AllWest is a great company and all their reluctance as well as any other telecom to run fiber even to the Wolf's Lair here, means need to find more affluent and target rich hunting grounds.
TTYLY
Then there are the Knytes, companion organization of the Iron Knytes. I get these small inquires of people wanting to join the fan page and all, which isn't bad, but I don't think they understand that while you might get your rocks off reading our Facebook page, real membership is a very long in serious pursuit. There are except 5 , sworn, patched , voting women that are real members, complete with blood ceremony and initiation. All new members are what we call Prospects . Prospects pay a scheduled set of dues for two years, of $375.00 a month. No exceptions even wives of members are required to pay dues. New members have to attend at least the majority of meetings, and have a serious attitude about and to the Club. You just don't get on Facebook and say I want to be a member.
TTYLY
The night eases into twilight. The weather is zero or very close. As for me here I sit in the Wolf's Lair all alone watching LAFF TV, and another several times ran , rerun. To add insult to injury I am forced to view ads for junk products and services that hide like cockroaches when the light shines. So then getting ready for bed, I remember a slightly heated discussion with SheWolf earlier in the evening. She did not believe me I was in court most of the day. No I'm not getting bound up on anything, its mostly Club and foundation stuff. All I wanted when I got home was food and sleep, and only going out to tow. This time of the year , I'm about as moody as 12 women going through their monthly. Its called Christmas and events like Monday going over things from Mom & Dad didn't help none. Unlike so many people and for this I'm very blessed , but our family was extremely close. Oh sure there was gifts tremendously gave, but it was the not so store bought gifts. There was things we did, from the horse a sleigh rides on the farm, making gingerbread houses, reading of scriptures, the list goes on, but we had magic that was only exceeded by the love we had in that big house. And might I say , yes I truly miss those Christmas's and all. What makes it worse is the General JaXson is have troubles due to weather and delayed service that I should have done months ago, so can't go see my son for the holidays in Pocatello or other kin in Grace, and immediate area. Yea the Club is around to ease the pain, and many years, I'd just go get laid and eat at Sills Cafe in Layton, that's in Utah, and get so drunk I'd pass out and not awaken until the day after new Year.
Of course, living in Twin Falls Idaho, a few years ago, I'd go over by invitation to Charlies, and eat, watch a game or two, and while it was blood kin, I felt part of a family. Charlie is not a seriously religious man on the outside, but I swear Charlie can walk on water. He gives so much to so many people , if there's a real community crisis in Twin Falls or that area, Charlie is the first to open his wallet. Charlie gives people jobs , that no body else would hire most of those that work for him. He's brash and acts like a drill instructor on one side , but someone you can depend on when times are tough.
Its these reasons, and tons more that outside of a very limited few, not limited by my choice, but theirs, that I'm very moody, and most days, just want to be left alone, kind of like the injured wolf, leave me alone so I can go off and lick my wounds, and I'll be okay. It's why when my lady calls, there's times , I just flat don't want to talk. Its not just her its most anyone. Once Christmas and all the commercial part of it is over I'll be okay, again at least till memorial day.
Until Menyanna
On a recent exploration of the idiot social service called Facebook, and viewd a what I thought was a progressive reporter, put on her war paint for the nights newscast I inquired; considering a friend and Utah State Trooper who was honored with memorial service today in Ogden, who was taken from his wife and Children , because some lady wasn't giving attention to her driving. This situation has plagued us in towing for I can't count on two fingers how many friends in this towing business who have lost their lives in the line of duty due to motorists not giving attention to their driving and slowing down and moving over when approaching a tow truck with the lights flashing doing our jobs? No can't do that. About two years ago, a simular situation happened near Idaho Falls Idaho. Channel-8 which is nearly as stubborn as KSL out of Salt Lake City, did a story, on moving over and slowing down. The question is, why the hell does that news story have to be about one of biting the sand, or getting hit , killed or at least maimed due to the ignorance of car drivers. My Dad and Mom used to teach that an ounce of prevention , is ten times worth the price for a pound of cure. In short Miss. Vowell and others , why does it take a Trooper to get killed or a tow truck professional to get seriously injured for you to wake up and do a story.
No it's better to do a story on multi million dollar news like millionaires coming to Utah to gussy up an old shopping mall, or doing some fluffy all feel good thing, but to say hey when your approaching a tow truck on the side of the road rescuing a mother and children when they slide off the road, and taking less than a going rate.(done it, been there). to slow down and move over so WE can make it home to our own families. Naw can't do that. So I say again; hey Miss Vowell of KSL 5 TV News and others at what point does a story that could do a ten ton job of prevention in ensuring the safety of tow truck drivers, rather than do fluff and just doing a story on one of us who died. Think about that Miss Vowell, wait until you and that late night camera person slide off the road, and your waiting hours in the cold and snow, when the tow truck driver you ignored, ignores you.
TTYLY
I had a somewhat epiphany, earlier this morning. SheWolf was on her way to send me her monthly dues for the Knytes, when her mom gets chest pains, So right now I think, is it or isn't it? Thing she don't seem to grip too tightly is no money the club uses in part to pay for the shop, and me, then I could just maintain , myself and less dependency means weaning of interest. Meaning that wedding on August could get pushed away a bit. Its called loyalty and dedication, if the Club can't depend on you to do something, difficult, then if its simple how can we depend on you for something easy for the organization. Thing is the organization always has plan B is the wider view. It's like the people and I read many in secessionist part Facebook party amongst others. There is always something on facebook, with some cause or causes. As long as no one asks for, or has to put up funds for something , oh its great. However, ask for someone to draw out their wallet and send our organization that is dedicated to southern preservation and hisory, not to mention restoration to help us maintain our radio network, both on line and over the air, and the appeal to say the least is like somebody souring the morning milk. Like wise, few weeks ago, right before my meltdown, I met with my Cousin in Farmington Utah. Thereupon she showed me a check for some $538.00 or some such. I was about to skeedaddle, except the check was made out to her Dad aka my 1st Cousin. I said I could cash that. She said the next day that she was going to have lunch with some legal eagle who could sort it out, okay fine, seems like a dud grenade, but I thought why show me something, if it can't be used? Oh well see what happens. But it goes, don't support on anybody except your road brother, your Club, and yourself.
Hold on the day ain't done.
ttyly
Sunday was a serious disaster. I first started to trying to get to church, but Gen JaXson wouldn't start. But a few hits with my hot box I was going, however with the returning of the hot box to the shop, got stuck. So my wonderous Cell phone got a bit to soggy, and wouldn't boot. So took it to a fellow Knyte to dry it out. So no Cell phone, but at least I have the Landline so still can get in coming tow calls, but that's about all. With my energy levels completely extinguished and died until 22:00 got something to eat, watched St.Elmos Fire and am about ready to go to sleep.
This past weekend must have been very frustrating for my SheWolf and all. The reason I'd just assoon be alone, is the way this time of year makes me feel. While SheWolf and many others including those in my LDS Ward. There's like em or not, but families. Mom's, Dad's, Children, and so on. Me I'm all by myself. Oh sure there's the Club, Rick, even Syd and all when they leave I'm still alone. No Charlie to go eat with , not presents from Charlie's or other friends and crew. I look at a box of 25" that displays all kinds of reasons to be giddy, yet I'm fully alone. No visits from the Ward, no big box of oranges, nothing. I stare at 4 walls, and cry over memories of my Mom and Dad, and Christmas's and holidays at that big house near Hazzard Idaho. We didn't have a lot of material things be we had a family. Sure gifts and all we plentiful toys and things downstairs, upstairs ,shop garage and all, but out front it was all snowed in and outside of that old Massey to plow snow, we didn't go no where except to tow. My Mom could make magic out of some of the most modest things, and we did eat. Oh did we eat. Especially on Sunday's, Mom made this spegettii sauce that quite honestly should have been marketed. It would make Prego bland. My dad would build a Christmas display that I think guided aircraft. Gone are those days except in my heart. But it still doesn't hurt any less , when it does, and this season arrives each year, what I need the most, is solitude and peace, kind of the Wolf that hurts its leg and just need to be alone to lick my mounds. And that's why SheWolf, I just don't feel like talking on the phone, or texting, or even being at Church. I just want to be by myself.
If ya'll need to getin touch use my landline. TTLY
