Sunday Compendium

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It’s been a weird couple of weeks for me because of work stuff (mostly delegated), hanging out with eccentric friends and when not with them, with kids and grandkids, which is always very nice. This a mishmash of different thoughts based on recent stuff. The coming week, it’s back to Latin America and all that charm.
Your Thought for the Week:

To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target.
What a Wimp

Because this is your Sunday Sermonette, the “Lordy” comment is as close as I can get to being profound. James Comey is one of the more inept FBI Directors in history from all indications. I don’t know whether or not his successor will be any better. Since light travels faster than sound, some people appear bright until you hear them speak. 

Living Off the Grid

I have a friend who lives off the grid. He’s lived off the grid as long as I’ve known him. We met under circuitous circumstances that are best left unexplained. A long time ago he and a small squad were trained to assassinate Fidel Castro in Cuba, but that op never moved beyond the training and planning phases. My kids know him as Uncle ___, who kept a pet rattlesnake named “Loser”.

The first name I knew him by was the name of a dead man, killed in a deniable USGOV action in Peru a long time ago when the government was chasing Sendero Luminoso (The Shining Path).  

On September 12, 1992, Peruvian police captured Guzm├ín and several Shining Path leaders in an apartment above a dance studio in Lima. That essentially ended the revolution – but I’ve heard that it more recent years it’s picked up again.

The reader’s digest version is that USGOV betrayed its own operation in the Upper Huallaga Valley to the Maoist Shining Path and my friend is the guy who wasn’t killed. He made his way to the US Embassy in Lima and was exfiltrated through circuitous means. Taking the name of his dead friend, he dropped off the map officially, though he is one of very few masters at Savate, and competed well into his 60’s. 
I mention him because he only deals in cash, pays cash for clunkers that he drives, lives in a warehouse, rented under another name, works for cash and so forth. He does not and has not owned a computer, has no credit cards. He only uses ‘burner’ telephones. He’s paranoid – but just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean that they’re not out to get you. He’s also been in trouble from time to time and I’ve been able to get him out of it – though now, pushing 80, I tell him he’s too old for trouble. Even so, he’s going to roller skate through Death Valley in high summer once again. (he’s in excellent shape)
Most people can’t live off the grid. It takes a lot of effort and requires a lot of sacrifice. He called me a few weeks ago and said that he was in town. We had breakfast and talked of old times. He has a girlfriend, half his age, who lives about fifty miles from me and was visiting her.

I’ve always liked baseball. Now I have a seemingly endless series of baseball games to attend as my oldest grandson transitions from the regular Little League season to the summer season (All Stars).

The older three grandsons (from two daughters) wanted me to take them to see a new film that just came out…Captain Underpants.

Synopsis: It’s a cartoon in which two fourth-graders hypnotize their principal in order to transform him into Captain Underpants, the superhero from their homemade comic book. The trio soon battle a new teacher at their school, who’s secretly a mad scientist. It’s funny to boys between 5 and 10…

Naturally, I filled the boys with sugary drinks and treats before returning them to their mothers… It’s my job.

Destroying Arizona

Last week I was in Arizona, doing similarly dastardly things to my granddaughters (spoiling them rotten). They went through half a tub of that red licorice that is sold at Costco. It’s more addicting than potato chips, but is better for the movies than the stuff sold at the concession stand, and about 1/10th the price.

While in AZ last weekend, a Cessna 172 crashed downhill (like 30 miles down hill) from the White Wolf Mine. The Payson Airport has a cafe and a lot of Phoenix people fly up for breakfast.

Both  pilot and passenger (two brothers about my age) walked away from the crash with only scratches and bruises. The smoke plume brought people to check it out. The pilot missed the runway by a few miles, which goes to show that you should leave the mimosas for after you land. But who am I to judge?

The plans for the shack are still with Coconino County…patience is called for, and I’ve never been particularly patient. The Raptor no longer gets angry glares from the locals since it has an Arizona license plate on it.

Soon to be a Best Seller?

22 thoughts on “Sunday Compendium

  1. Hillary really is half way to a straightjacket. Which is where she should be, along with Bill – less national damage that way.
    You should get your 80 year old pal to write his memoirs, and self publish. It sounds like it would be a rollicking good read.

  2. "Naturally, I filled the boys with sugary drinks and treats before returning them to their mothers… It's my job."

    And you are always an over achiever, no?

  3. Ah yes, house plans stuck in government bureaucracy. You just can't buck a system that puts the bureaucrats in front of the ones they serve.

    I love the book cover so much I stole it.

  4. Your friend sounds like character and then some.
    Grandkids are great fun, and being there to hoop'n holler at their games is part of it. Welcome to the world of the Bleacher Butts.

  5. You friend sounds like a real life movie. Recon he would consult on one? I didn't think so. But I also agree with CW Swanson, I bet it would be a great book… or series of books.

  6. LL,

    What the flight path for landing at that airport?

    Are you in it?

    Get the red paint start with a big red dot followed by a few concentric circles.

  7. I like the sound of 'Uncle Off the grid wth a pet snake called loser' he seems like a very interesting guy.
    Maybe the passengers lived to tell the tale with only cuts and bruises BECAUSE of the Mimosas…

  8. I'm going to be curious as to how Mueller handles Comey, since he was Mueller's protege… And yes, giving the kids back full of sugar IS good payback! :-D

  9. He's hand-writing them. I don't know that they'll ever be published, but he's put quite a bit of effort into doing just that.

  10. In the fun zone, I've reduced three days in Mexico to two next week. That's a big reduction in fun…

  11. The wheels grind exceeding slow with county government. I thought that it would have gone more quickly because I had an engineer sign off on the plans — but no.

  12. The game schedule is ambitious. Both games yesterday were blow-out wins. I bring my old comfortable folding chair, refusing to sit on the unforgiving aluminum bleachers.

  13. It would be a good book and most of the people who might suffer embarrassment are dead. But as with most of the best stories, nobody would believe them.

  14. He missed the airport by a wide margin. It's a miracle that neither of them died and walked away with scratches.

  15. I think you're on the money with your guess about WHY they survived the crash. When it changes from blood alcohol level to alcohol blood level, interesting things happen.

    My buddy and I had permission to be in a generally denied area and set up a rifle range on top of wood palates, covered with 1/2 plywood (a deck) one day, we heard something under it, tipped back the deck and found Loser. He'd been under there hunting mice.

    My buddy took Loser (a Mojave Green rattlesnake) home and had him for years. One day he released him to the wild.

  16. I think that the whole thing that Comey tried to spin up is dead on arrival. I hope that Mueller has the integrity to follow facts, and not leak and play to the corrupt, elite, smug, nasty, lying mainstream media.

  17. My father-in-law and his brother who were both Master Carpenters were helping to put an addition on my sister-in-law's house. The inspector did not pass their trusses because they were not stamped engineered by some manufacturing company. Of course they were handcrafted and probably built better than a lowest-cost bidder would supply. They won.

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