Further Travels With Sadie

Bullwinkle

I bought a 25 year old 22' motorhome last month for several several long distance business trips. 

The first, shakedown trip,  was to Calgary, Alberta, Canada. On Monday 9 April, Sadie and I left LB for Canada. We no sooner got about 20 miles out when the front brakes started to seize up. Lady Luck, my constant traveling companion guided us to a Mexican garage in Irwindale. It was approaching 1700 and I  fortunately  was taken in immediately and they promptly diagnosed and corrected the problem. Two hours and two hundred dollers later, we were on our way again. We headed up I-5 and around midnight.we stopped at a rest-stop south of Santa Nella and holed up for a night's snooze.
Saturday we drove up through No. Cal. and eastern Oregon and spent our second night at a truck stop.
Easter Sunday afternoon, we finally arrived in Spokane. Sadie and I met the "kids" and the three Aussies.
Tuesday Katy, Sadie, Doug, Dotty and I headed out for Calgary, Alberta. We drove to Coeur d' Alene, Idaho and then headed north to Canada. The going through the Canadian Rockies went a bit slower than I had anticipated. I thought that we would make it clear to Calgary in one day, but we holed up at a truck stop in Crow's Nest Pass, Alberta. The next morning, we finally made it to Calgary.
After a get acquainted lunch with Ralph Hahn, we headed out for Basanno, Alberta and the Hutterite colony.
The first leg of BJ's shakedown cruise was pronounced a success. 
Next, Life Among the Hutterites. 

But is it art?

Unless you've been living in a Himalayan cave for the last six weeks, or maybe in Cleveland, you no doubt know about the LACMA Rock. That's LACMA as in LA County Museum of Art, and rock as in very large stone.

Some Yoko Ono wanna-be wants to take this 340 ton granite boulder from Riverside County and convey it 106 miles at 6MPH on a as the crow flies distance of about sixty miles. He wants to place it over a 15 foot wide trench and call it a sculpture named Levitated Mass. It does ask the age-old question "But is it art?" Not to this old dinosaur.

I never was one to understand abstract anything, let alone art. But I did have to go see this spectacle. It, the rock, lacked any pzazz. It sort of sat there kind of like what it was, a rock.

Aidos Mutha 2011

Just a quick rant. The AD 2011 mostly sucked and I for one am glad that the SOB is over. It started out slowly and showed promise. It is ending almost as slow as it started and is still showing promise. Trouble is, you can't take promise to the bank. Messrs Wells, Fargo and Chase want the long green not some freakin' promise.
Having said that, it looks like the old Midas touch has come back. You know, everything that I touch turns to mufflers, also a deposit came in on a nice order this week and I saw Tom Waits on Austin City Limits so I guess things are starting to finally look up.
We'll see. Anyway, keep your chin up sailors and lead with your left. It's gonna get better soon. Trust me.

NIMBY

I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore.
I went to a meeting this evening put on by the Los Cerritos Wetlands Land Trust.

The meeting's intent was to stir up civic opposition to a proposed development project planned to be built across the street from me. I know that I am a Libertarian and despise government interference, but this project is over the top. Some asshole developer wants to tear down the Hotel complex across the street on a ten acre parcel and build a 12 story 100 room hotel with a 4,368 Sq. Ft. restaurant, plus 21,092 Sq. Ft. of non-hotel restaurant space, plus a six story 325 condominium unit, and 191,475 Sq. Ft. of retail space. Thus turning my little paradise into overbuilt hell.
Traffic around AB Marina during the week is manageable, but when they setup the Farmer's Market and Chochky Land on Sunday, I don't dare try to drive anywhere because of the traffic. This abortion will make everyday Sunday and I don't feel like climbing into a palm tree with an AK-47 and thinning out the herd to manageable levels. So, I am going to abandon, or at least modify, my Libertarian beliefs and become a liberal, anti-growth, bomb throwing anarchist. Film at eleven.
You may want to read
http://www.egretsnotregrets.com/2011/10/light-at-end-of-tunnel-appears-to-be.html

A quick rant.

Another example of watch what you say on a slow news day.

The Hank Williams debacle is a prime example.

Look at what he said. Williams, unprompted, said of Obama's outing on the links with House Speaker John Boehner: "It'd be like Hitler playing golf with (Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin) Netanyahu."

Good God, it's a metaphor. Was Hank also comparing Boehner to Netanyahu?

Once again, the sky is falling.

Chef Hector

On Face book today, Fazoli's asks,

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Actually the kid should not be using a spoon. He should be using only a fork. How do I know?
I learned from no less an authority than Chef Hector.
When I was a lad in Cleveland, back in the late 1940s, my mom and dad and I would go to Chef Hector's Restaurant in downtown Cleveland. I remember it well. At Euclid and E 9th., you walked south half a block and then turn down this alley. Near the end of the alley, were steps covered with a round-topped canvas awning leading down to the restaurant. The front flap of the awning was lettered CHEF HECTOR's. It was like a setting in a gangster movie. Hell, we lived in a gangster movie.
I don't think that I had even started school yet when we were there one night and I was having my usual spaghetti with butter. That little concoction has gone by the wayside by now. But I digress. I was slopping my sketti all over the place when Chef Hector walked by.
He said "You don' know how to eat the spaghetti young man? I show you how." He put the spoon down and said, "You only usea the fork, no spoon." Then he said, "If you slop a bit around, who cares? That's why you tuck the napkin into the front of your shirt".
And then he left.
My dad chuckled a bit and then asked me if I know who had just showed me how to eat spaghetti properly. I said Chef Hector. He then told me that Hector's last name is Boaiardi.

Todays Rant

I took the train home from LAX on Saturday. It's a hell of a lot cheaper than taking the Super Shuttle which is what I did at four in the morning on my way out of town. I didn't feel like taking public transportation through Compton at 4 AM, if it's even running at 4 AM. So I springed for the 31 bucks as, sort of, life insurance.
Taking the train back during daylight hours is fun, to me, and a mini adventure as well. I was sitting in the front of the train and being the nosy bastard that I am, I was reading the nameplate riveted to the operator's door. The train was made in Japan in 1989 by Nippon Sharyo. I remember what a fuss there was when the public realized that these trains would be made in Osaka and not Oakland. Yes, they should have not only been made in the USA, but in California.
Now if my calculator is working, 1989 would have been 22 years ago and I'm guessing that these trains have a service life of about 25 years. This means that there should be a replacement order surging down the pipeline. I hope like hell that the new trains are made in Silmar and not Shanghai.

We are supposedly trying as a nation to get our economy moving again so we had a Cash For Clunkers program. Well guess what. Shouldn't that program have been structured for American built cars? Not for cars built in Japan or Korea or even Germany? I know that a lot of so called, foreign cars are assembled here in the US and that would have been OK, if not great. But no, we couldn't even implement that little detail. Nice going you moron bureaucrats. That was a real shot in the arm for the US economy.

Lastly, there is probably much that we can do about the flood of Illegal Immigrants. We can't send them all back. It's impractical, there's just too damn many of them. But we can do a few things, and one of them is if an Illegal is stopped by the police and in fact, is truly is here illegally and is driving a foreign car. The car should be impounded and crushed. Sound a bit draconian? Not really. The least an Illegal Alien, not Undocumented worker, can do after entering our country is buy American and help keep some money, and jobs, here and not in Tokyo, Soul or Stuttgart.
I'm sorry if you don't agree with me. I hope that you do, and if you do, please pass thiss on to others either by cutting and pasting this message or the above web address.
Thanks.