Thursday, December 1, 2016

Now That the Election is Over.....

Sure there is still the Electoral College, and that moron, Jill the Fake Hebrew Stein,  working with the Nazi George Soros and his money to undermine the Election Results....but for the most part, we sit and wait to see how much damage the Kenyan Queen can do in his last 7 weeks in office...but for all intense purposes, Trump is putting together his post election team, and we will see if he can put his supporters at ease and deliver on his promise to "Make America Great Again".  I,  of course, have my doubts...but then again, I was a Ted Cruz supporter from the get-go, and although I am happy that Trump won....I am not a TrumpBot in Good Standing, by any means...time will tell if he can change the Polluted States of America that the Far and Near Left have created....

This morning on facebook{of all places} I got into a conversation about a vehicle accident we had nearly 50 years ago in Lima, Ohio, with my late brother Mike's 1964 Dodge...


....Bob Jones and PRH back in 1968


Mike was stationed in Thailand in the Air Force at the time, and let me use his Dodge for the year he was to be gone....and I did use and abuse it...being the 18 year old I was....with no sense or no sense of responsibility.  I rolled the vehicle on July 4, 1967, outside Bowling Green, Ohio, on an ill thought out trip to the Amusement Park, Cedar Point...spent the summer paying off the damage money, I had borrowed from mom...some $500. 

Late in the Summer my next door neighbor Bob Jones,  one of a handful of Childhood Best Friends I had, headed Lima to shop...what the Hell for?  I have no idea...this was nearly 50 years ago remember...we were just out of High School and less than a year from getting drafted[we both choose to join the military the next Summer of 68...him in the Navy, me the Air Force}. 

Driving down Cable Road, at a normal plus rate of speed, probably a bit fast but nothing overly so, I crossed a intersection in the
{Here is a 64 Dodge much like Brother Mikes}Dodge when some elderly lady{probably about my age now} pulled her Buick Special in front of the Dodge, and she and her Buick received the worst of it.<64 brother="" dodge="" font="" like="" mike="" much="" s="">


The Dodge, with the exception of a small dent on the driver side headlight ring had zero damage...the Buick was towed from the scene.  The lady tried to convince the cop that "He was driving to fast"....the officer responded...."The skid marks stay different, besides, you pulled out in front of him"

The story, not so remarkable...the wreck near Bowling Green, much more so....but I put out this information only to inform you that, some people have more than remarkable memories....

Bob Jones, 6 months my senior, must be one....he remember the car make and color, the women was driving, and the rest of the details....I had remembered the story, and had told my 92 year old mom the same story{without the clear details} that Bob wrote this morning, when Patricia and I took her to the Eye Doctor in Lima last week....and we passed the exact location...

The other point of this being....with winter fast approaching, basketball season officiating in full mode, and Dual Sport Motorcycle riding done for the year{likely until next March}...so I've tweaked the Blog and will do some more so, and hopefully will get back to posting on a {a least] Semi Regular Basis...it's been awhile, and frankly, despite the Holidays coming up, and time with Family, especially the Grandsons, on the way....I need to keep my mind much more active that it has been.....

So, here we go!

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Thursday, November 10, 2016

Welcome to Hillary's Election Night{Mare}


Even though I was never a big Trump Supporter, voted in the Primary for Cruz, and still think he, and even Rubio, were much better choices...I enjoyed the Heck out of the way he drove and still drives the Left Crazy....I'm still wonder how any Straight, White, Christians could vote for "Killary"?...but then again,  I realize, NONE COULD!  Her "supporters' are those, for the most part, to stupid and uninformed to actually think for themselves.

Making it so much more sweet that the Murdering Witch of Benghazi will never again be in our collective faces....4 years from now...with her declining health issues, legal issues{unless The Kenyan Pardons her in full before leaving office} She won't be around to smell up the American Landscape.

And with that I give you my "Salute" to Killary and her supporters....with my Middle Finger Raised and a Smile on my Face:

Hillary's Election Night{Mare}

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Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Trump Wins! Hey Libs..."Suck It Up"

Not a Trump Supporter am I, started out as a Ted Cruz voter in the Ohio Primary...but eventually realized it was The Donald or "Killary"....leaving me with ZERO options other than Trump that had a chance.  

Thankfully the Iron Maiden has been banished forever from the political scene...it's doubtful her health will allow her to survive until 2020 let alone win....Hopefully the entire Klinton Crime Family is out of our political lives, FOREVER!  

And take the Bush Clan with you on the way out....and the Kenyan Grifter and "Man~Chelle" as well....

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Monday, October 31, 2016

Baseball.....



The World Series of 2016 moves back to Cleveland tomorrow night, with the Tribe up 3 games to 2 over the Cubs, after Chicago avoided elimination with a 3-2, eight out save by closer and former Red, Aroldis Chapman...the Indians still have the large advantage heading home needing to win just a single game, while the Cubbies need two out of those two.

I fell in love with Baseball in probably 1955 or so, playing in the pine tree lined center park at Alston's Cottages, our first home in Florida, where we moved from Ohio in the fall of 1954.... for the 60 plus years of playing, coaching, and umpiring, none of the other sports has come close to my affection for baseball and the game, sounds, and smell of the game....to be sure, professional baseball is nothing like it was growing up in the 1950s and 60s, but the game itself, away from MLB is still basically the same.  Yes American kids, for the most part, no longer have that feel for the game, but it stays alive with the youngsters in the Islands of the Caribbean still holding it in high regards, and thus the sports will continue to thrive and live on for generations to come....at least in the warm weather climates.

I was never a great player, but I was decent...and probably at my best catching Fast Pitch Softball{the cousin of baseball} while stationed in both Nha Trang, Vietnam, and Griffiss AFB, in Rome, Upstate New York....

Coming Home to Ohio, I coached Little League, then when the boys were old enough I coached them through the 190s...great coach?  Hardly...I knew the game, but I choose to coach for the fun of it, rather than the wins...at least that's what I tell myself...and for the last 17 years I have umpired at the High School level, and umpiring at the highest levels of that game for most of the past decade, including 6 of the last State ACME Tournaments, and being selected during the spring of each year to go deep into the post season tournaments.

However watching the game in Chicago last night{not really having a dog in the fight} with two teams whose fan bases have not seen a WS Title in decades, neither since before I was born, I reflected back on baseball and how it was, and how it should be today, but will never be again.

Growing up in the age of innocence in South Florida, we didn't have a local or area team, so it came down to "rooting" for one of the teams whose state you came from{few of us were native born Floridians back then} or one of the major market teams....me, and most of my buddies, latched onto the New York Yankees back in the day...what was not to root for?  The Had Whitey, Yogi, Moose, Bobby Richardson, Casey, and of course Mickey Mantle, "The Mick"!  We all wanted to be "The Mick"....as it turned out, Mantle, like the rest of us, was a flawed human being, but we didn't know or care for that matter....the media wasn't full of ESPN and Politically Correct Left Wing writers and so called "Journalists" ...it was a game, played by everyday joes, who, for the most part, played baseball 6 to 8 months a year, and worked regular jobs in the off season...there were no Million and Multi Million Dollar Contracts back in 1956....

The Game, and America were better back then....they will never be like that again, life and time moves on....we grow old and then, like "The Mick" and Yogi, pass on....

Doing some reading on this years World Series I came across a "blog" of sorts from the 1927 Yankees, considered by some as the greatest team in Baseball Histroy{I will toss in the 1961 Yankees and 75/76 Big Red Machine as my personal picks}...the blog or diary, penned by Myles Thomas{most of you have never heard of him, have you?} of that team, and is an excellent and funny at times, read:

Myles Thomas 1927 Yankees Diary

Kick back and enjoy....I'll be back later:
Photos:  Bronze Cast Glove of Mickey Mantle given to me by my mon....Me and brother Mike{1946-2016} when we played for the Venice Elks LL Team in 1957{I played on the "farm team" my on the big squad that year} Me at the Pine lined park at Alston's Cottage in 1954 and you can see the trees we played under, along with our "House" marked by the X in the bottom photo.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Musical Videos and Slideshows

In the process of putting together various pieces of my life in a series of Video/Slideshows of old and newer Photographs....

Follow this Link...15 and growing daily and weekly:

Pat Houseworth Video Photo Slideshows

Enjoy...back later

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Monroe Station Burns to the Ground {Everglades}

Back in August 2008, when this Blog was but a year old, I posted photos and recollection of my Jeep Wrangler visit in February 2006 to the Everglades and of gators, Loop Road, and Monroe Station...

Monroe Station Everglades Loop Rd  

This past weekend, after nearly 90 years of sitting along the Tamiami Trial, the historic structure burned to the ground:

Monroe Station Burns   

I was planning a ride along Loop Road on the Yamaha TW200 this past February, but a trip to Big Bend in Texas caused me to change plans...and put them on hold until next winter....for now, that trip is still planned, but it won't be the same, with the landmark that was {likely} torched this weekend past.

Loop Road is on a semi wild part of the north edge of the "Glades" ... if not to wet a 2 wheel drive is easy enough to travel with, all the way from Monroe Station, east towards Miami, where it hooks up with US 41 {Tamiami Trail} again....or of course you can travel from the east to west and come out at Monroe Station...sadly however, there will be no "Historical Point" to see...Sure, the building as been abandoned for nearly 30 years, but the history was deep...a product of a different life in south Florida, destroyed by fire and most of all by "Big Brother", the Federal Government, which is seems needs it's money grubbing, power hungry, hands on every bit of our
lives in the 21st Century....

Is it any wonder, true patriots, like me, despise this corrupt Government, in it's current state ?   The founding fathers weep....not only for places like Monroe Station, but for a Republic that once was, but will never be again...





All photos mine, from 2006, along Loop Road, except the historic 1940s photo from the National Park Service at the top and the Map of Loop Road...

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Sunday, February 14, 2016

2016.....45 Day in

And this is my first post on this Blog for the year....

As I enter my 9th year{beginning "A Day......" in July 2007} things have went from 250+ posts a year downwards to "On Occasion" ....and here is my first post of the "new" year, at 45 days into it.

First off:

Basketball Season is winding down, and I have just next week, a couple of assignments, to go...

Also 7 days into my 30 day ban from Facebook....up until now I have been booted several times, but those were of the 7 day variety....this latest puts a new meaning to the term.."The Little Faggot, with the Earrings...." when it comes to Mark "Suckenberg" and his group of far left morons, running that Political Correct Cesspool....my days over there, even when let back on, are pretty much numbered....

And finally, I will begin posting more on this Blog when I "Arrive Alive" back from the upcoming Dual Sport Motorcycle Adventure in the Big Bend National Park of south Texas....hopefully it will be as enjoyable as last year was in Moab, Utah....time will tell, and hopefully enough Photos and Stories to share...

In the Meantime....for now I will be posting photos from my latest work over on the "other blog"

Pat Houseworth Photography

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Photo~A look from this morning, at the Sun Rising over the Icy Surface of Grand Lake.....

Monday, December 28, 2015

2015...The Year of Riding Dual Sport Motorcycles...part #4 {final chapter}

Just 3 full days left in 2015 and the old logic, "Time flies as you get older" is certainly true, at least in my case....a day much like today it was, back on March 19th, rain, wind, snow mixed, when we headed out of Auburn, Indiana, towards Moab, Utah....9+ months and it seems like yesterday....

The bulk of the "Long Rides" on our Yamaha TWs had been completed, but we had one more to go...after originally planning on heading down to the Ohio River in Southern Indiana the second weekend in November, Kurt got the idea that Nick, me, and he, should head towards the Ohio River in Southeast Ohio, then cross over into West Virginia, the weekend before{November 1st} because the weather looked excellent...{in retrospect he did do the Southern Indiana ride the next weekend, but Nick and I bailed on that one}....


So Sunday 1st of November, Kurt rode is Suzuki 400, one of his new rides{he also purchased a Kawasaki 650 a bit earlier} to Nick's place in Montezuma, and I hooked up with them and we headed southeast about 1pm on a route Nick and I had used 40 years and more before in our travels back and forth from Nelsonville and Athens, during our Hocking Tech and Ohio U days at the College Inn near the Ohio Campus....

The winding state routes and a quick trip up US 33 had us arriving in total darkness at Athens...we grabbed a motel, a Mexican Restaurant, and a six pack of beer, and watched Sunday Night Football and a World Series final between the Mets and Royals{if I remember it was the final game, which saw KC take the crown}.

Next morning we waited out some Foggy conditions but finally said "Screw It" and headed down towards Strouds Run and then on to Marietta, where we hoped to take a short route north and take the Ferry across the river at Fly, Ohio...alas the Ferry doesn't run on Mondays...so we would highway it into the West Virginia Hills....

The next two days we would enjoy some great weather, great scenery, and good food....by midweek we were back in Ohio and took the route along the River before finally heading north, stopping in Chillicothe for the night before making the 150 miles run home the next morning...Wednesday I think it was....another 800 miles, mostly paved, but some off road near disasters, on the bikes as well pulled into Nick's Driveway on Wednesday afternoon...

The final Adventure Ride of the season and year....now we wait....not sure what is ahead, we have plans on another March in Moab, or perhaps a later February in south Florida around the Everglades.  Frankly I am not committed to any single ride or rides, I would like to do the
Upper Great Lakes again, this time at a slower pace and perhaps farther into Wisconsin, and maybe the foothills and mountains of upstate New York, my old stomping grounds in my last Air Force years and for awhile post Air Force....
 


Not sure what is in store, but will have the camera ready when{and if} it all comes down.

Back Later....my best for 2016, the year we will hopefully see the end of a Disaster known as the Obama Administration....the biggest freaking mistake this Republic has ever made:

Photos:  Despite it being a week or two past prime colors, the scenery was pretty nice, the weather was great, and the riding was as good as it gets....even the Foggy Monday ride out of the Super 8 at Athens, Ohio, was a fine ride....sure it was "iffy" at times, but not something you will hear me complain about.

The Final Stop at Nick's Place, we toasted with a couple of beers before Kurt jumped on his Suzuki and headed north to Auburn, Indiana, some 75 miles away.








Saturday, December 19, 2015

The Year of Dual Sport Riding 2015 part #3







With three major Dual Sport Rides over less than eight months, Nick and I, minus Kurt, Weasel, and others, did manage to get a few "Day Rides" in...some a many as 250 miles, others of a shorter variety....we did most of our riding in western and central Ohio and eastern and northeast Indiana....

Here are some photos of the more memorable trips, with brief descriptions:

Post Moab and pre Upper Great Lakes, we decided we needed to get those TWs out more and on a variety of surfaces...Nick still had only logged a few hundred miles on his bike and I was not much over 1000 in about 15 months...so we headed across the border to eastern Indiana, which is Amish Country and filled with back gravel roads...although only 20 miles or so from Celina, the riding and roads.....it was wet during the entire Spring and early Summer, so we didn't have great riding days...

Post "Yooper"

After the Upper Great Lakes ride, which put both of our rides well over 3000 miles on the year, we still had riding to get done....a ride in our neck of the woods was next up, we would criss~cross south of Nick's place in Montezuma and stop and visit Annie Oakley's grave near North Star, week took another day and rode 250 miles coming and going to Waldo, Ohio, the hometown and burial grounds of many of the Houseworth Ancestors....GGG Grandpa Israel, along with  
many of his descendants are buried in the town cemetery....but what we mostly rode for was the world famous Bologna Sandwiches at G&R Taveran....once again we encountered near perfect weather for our day long ride:
 FOG!

While the majority of our rides this year encountered perfect or near perfect riding conditions and weather, Nick and I did managed to make the most of one day of "short riding" in other than perfect conditions....We headed out one morning, planning on hooking up with Kurt as he was riding his new 650 Kawasaki to North Carolina...the fog was thick as Pea Soup however, and after a breakfast in the Ohio~Indiana border town of Fort Recovery, we never hooked up...we rode north and then east into Indiana and back across the border at Wilshire, but missed Kurt, however the weather did improve and another good day of riding was had....by this time the calendar read October and the riding season was coming down to a few days and weeks...we planned on one more ride with Kurt to southern Indiana on the Ohio River, but after riding to northeast Indiana one more time, where we hooked up with our old High School and College Buddy Rick Pearson, we opted to change plans...

The Stop at Rick's Place, just a few miles from Kurt's gave me the opportunity to see two guys who go way back.  Rick and Nick graduated a year after me from Celina High School and we lived in the same dorm at the College Inn in Athens, Ohio, back in 1975 and 76....I was Rick and Nick's Best Man in each of their weddings, after Rick had been Patricia and mine, 39 years ago yesterday in December 1976....we also stopped at the Pickle Factory on that trip..

So we had, at least in my mind, gotten our "feet wet" on the TWs...and now we would make one more "Major Ride".  This one through southeast Ohio, including Athens, and the Mountains and Hills of West Virginia.

That comes up in Part #4....

Photos-from Top to Bottom:

Most days the riding weather was near perfect....few clouds and some wind, but mostly sunny, not to hot nor cold(2{ Gravel Back Roads Indiana{3} Annie's Grave near North Star, Ohio{4}Baloney!{5} Nick and Rick at Rick's northeast Indiana Ranch{6} on almost all of our rides we stopped for a bite to eat, usually at small town diners for breakfast, not a bad meal in the bunch{7}The Pickle Factory, we picked up a few jars{8}My great great Uncle Maish, lived in Waldo and was the oldest living Civil War Veteran around the area for many years...finally passing at the ripe old age of 98 back in 1944{9}Baloney Sammy and deep fried Mushrooms, with a cold beer, nothing better{10} somewhere in Northern Indiana{11} and the Foggy Fort Recovery ride in mid October....
 


Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Dual Sport Riding 2015...part 2

After Getting Our Feet Wet, so to speak in Moab, Nick and I rode the TWs around Ohio and Eastern Indiana, once the weather turned warmer in May and June....I, however, still had the itch to try a dual pavement/off road ride for a week or 10 days in a stretch...it had been a wet Spring, and miserable riding weather for the most part....and I was hopeful of some dryer weather and a destination to scratch my itch.

<<<<My Original Planned Route, got changed a week before the ride.

I finally talked Nick into a ride across the central Indiana and Illinois plains then north into Wisconsin and the Upper Michigan P...across the Big Mac Bridge and southward towards home..

>>>>Having not have a "Buzz Cut" since basic training Air Force 1968...I decided to get the gray locks buzzed off to avoid "Helmet Hair" for the trip....it has since grown back

While Patricia and I were on a short vacation in Brown County, Indiana, I got a call that would change our plans, at least the route...Kurt, our riding partner from Auburn called and he had a week or so off and wanted to ride with us, IF we would change the route to avoid Illinois and especially Chicago...well Hell, Chicago is not on any motorcycle riders list, regardless of size of bike....it is a traffic craphole equal or worse than So Cal or Atlanta.  I had no problem with that, Kurt was more experienced and for sure knew the mechanical side of motorcycles much better than Nick and especially me.  So, instead of crossing central Indiana and Illinois, we would head north to Ludington, Michigan, take the Ferry across Lake Michigan and pick up Wisconsin south of Green Bay.

After Kurt's young nephew crashed his TW 12 or so hours before our scheduled departure, older nephew, The Weasel, and friends repaired the TW and albeit it a bit out of kilter, we were ready to go....after a Sunday night of beer drinking, and Kurt's wife Peggy fixing farewell for a
week breakfast, we headed out in the glorious sunshine for Ludington.

>>>With Nick, ready to roll, first to Auburn, then on the way north

The weather would hold for the entire week, except for a few clouds in the "Yooper" one day, and a 10 minute shower in central lower Michigan on the way home....between Moab and the Upper Great Lakes Ride, you could not have asked for better weather.

One small issue on Kurt's front wheel delayed us for a few hours in Iron Mountain, Michigan, but other than that, the ride went without issues...great ride, great boat trip, great weather, and great scenery were with us the entire 8 day trip....Nick and I put over 1500 miles on from Celina and back, while Kurt logged another 1300 or so on his ride....


Thumbnails from the 8 days....click to enlarge:










This Adventure was completely different than Moab, except for the participants, which were just three of us compared to the 30 or so in Utah...rather than red dirt, sand and dust, we rode mainly back road pavement with some rural gravel thrown in....and made it across the Big Mac without issues....the final day wound up being a 360 mile marathon from Atlanta, Michigan, to Kurt's place outside Auburn...a few beers and a Chinese Meal, Nick and I stayed the night and finished off our 8 day run the next morning...

A few more small rides of 250 miles or less were in the cards then one final big push with Kurt down to the hills of West Virginia would come up in mid fall....

That story is next on the agenda....

>>>Arrival safe and sound at Kurt' Ranch.....cooling down and relaxing...a trip well done and well enjoyed