Knowing the Difference

But unfortunately people treat kindness as weakness in a fit of progressive confusion —  and then when you disabuse them of that shit, they feel that you’re not kind. Putting a wounded ‘animal’ out of its misery is kind, right?



Why is it that old movies, pancake syrup, rice, cotton and statues weren’t racist back when Barack was president for eight years?


On a Bell P-63 King Cobra

This is a litmus test. When the military is allowed to put nose art on aircraft again, we will have passed through the “Crazy Years” and will have emerged on the other side.


What’s in a Mailing Address?

I don’t know, but I want to have this one.


Close Quarters Battle

CQB matters…it just does.



  1. There used to be a Copperhead Road in the west part of the county, but some idiots kept stealing the sign so they changed it to Maple Grove Road. Lame.

  2. County required road names and signs a few years back, neighboring ranch called theirs “GOA Way”, wrapped in barbed wire.

      • First one got stolen, hence the barbed wire addition. What’s the Bucket of Blood cross street, Switchblade Avenue?

        • There was a bar in Niland, CA called “The Bloody Bucket”. I just checked and the name has been changed to the “Buckshot Diner”. An improvement? I don’t think so.

  3. And out here in Colorado, all the “420” highway markers keep disappearing. Back in SoCal, there was a “Berry Hill” road in Palos Verdes. Some wag figured out if you extended the letter “r” in the sign with masking tape, it would read “Benny Hill” road.

    No “Bucket of Blood” streets, though….

    What’s the CQB rifle in the picture?

  4. There’s a “Bucket of Blood” pub in Cornwall, England. Couldn’t get it as it was closed at the time I was there. Probably made a hell of a Bloody Mary.

  5. The map thingee says “Bucket Of Blood St” is in Holbrook, AZ. I knew someone who lived on “Stoner Rd”, after a awhile they just stopped replacing the signs..

    I finished your book “Exiles from Eden” last night, a good story! Not at all what I expected to happen after reading the first bit, it was good! More unexpected all through the story…
    As a plus I finished the book with the thought that there might be more sanity in the world than I was aware of. Well done Sir!

    • Thanks, Rob. I try to be a little unexpected. The part with the FBI and the couple’s relocation was fact, not fiction, as well as other portions of the story. Truth is stranger a lot of time. The part about C-123’s swapping llamas for kitchen appliances is true as well.

      • The relocation was the part that left me feeling better… I know shit happens but sometimes it’s just not right, it was good to see the compassion.
        It was a good read!

    • Great history. A bit-o-lace is something to be very proud of. True of the entire Greatest Generation.

  6. If you head East on Highway 34 from Waldport, Oregon you will follow along the Alsea River and a few miles out of town you will see Southworth Creek and Southworth Road off to your right (South).
    The creek and road were named for Louis Southworth who settled in the area in the mid 1800s.
    Southworth was a popular and respected member of the community and donated land for the first school in the area. He insisted that his adopted son attend school which entailed rowing the two miles to school in his skiff.
    In the 1880 presidential election Louis was the only person in the district to cast a vote on Election Day.
    On voting day a severe storm hit the coast.
    The voting station (for some reason, probably an early form of gerrymandering) was st up on the north side of the Aslsea Bay, while the town was on the south side of the bay. The bay is about a three-quarters of a mile across.
    When these winter storms come through the winds often exceed 90 MPH and I have seen them over 100 MPH on several occasions (locals are amused when the folks in the rest of the country get panicky by hurricane winds of 60-70 MPH). Huge spruce trees are uprooted and topple into the Aslsea moving faster than a man can run on an outgoing tide and also being propelled by the flood waters. The tops of the six-foot waves get chopped off by the wind as if decapitated by a scythe.
    On Election Day Louis arrived at the Waldport town dock to vote. The dock was crowded with townsfolk who had also come to vote but had decided it was too risky to try and cross the bay during the storm.
    Louis lashed a barrel on either side of his skiff, rowed across the bay while dodging trees with rootballs the size of a VW Bug and various other flotsam and jetsam, voted, and rowed back to the dock.
    He was asked why he had taken the risk to cross the bay in the storm to vote.
    He replied that he had been born a slave and that he had not been allowed to vote for most of his life and now that he was free he was going to vote in every election as long as he lived.
    When I lived in the area Southworth Creek and Southworth Road were officially named Darkey Creek and Darkey Creek Road. Louis lived there. Someone got politically correct a few years back and changed the names. I wonder what happened to the road signs?
    Check out Louis:

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