In the 1960's I had unforgettable years of working as a teenager at Capital Drive Airport. One of the early memories that I had was helping to disassemble a WWII trainer, an AT6 that a co-owner of it had hit the engine of a Cessna 140 with it's prop damaging the Cessna and the engine of the AT6. What stays with me is that I had to hold up a wing tip as it was unbolted from the fuselage and that it was very heavy.
I had shortly before met Alex Herbst, the other owner of it. In my mind, I recall that Alex always and I emphasize always, had a wide friendly smile and seem happy as can be to make the acquaintance of anyone who loved flying as he does. Even as we took his airplane apart, that smile was quick to appear. Alex was frequently at the airport and I learned that he was one of the pioneers of Waukesha aviation. His name was in the list of those that were part of the "in-crowd". Even though I was a teenager, I was a fellow pilot and Alex always had time to talk with me, usually something about aviation or my motorcycle and sometimes about his family. Perhaps because he had a son named Steven, he mentioned him to me. Once when Steven enjoyed his Chevy Nova with a big engine a bit too much and lost his drivers license for a while, Alex would drive it to the airport and once let me drive it around. That was the most powerful car that I ever drove and I was honored to be trusted with it.
(Note: On September 5th, 2008, I was diagnosed with Squamous Cell Tongue Cancer - Stage 4. Following is 3'rd blog on my journey)
My three children ages 19, 21, and 23 needed to be informed that I had cancer, but they also needed to hear some balance including our plan of attack to work towards a high cure rate. As parents, we all know the universal challenge of "selective hearing" with our kids. Ask them face-to-face to do a chore, and you might get an acknowledging grunt. Whisper to your wife from 2 rooms away that you are thinking of a Mexico Vacation, and the kids will immediately yell which weeks work best for their schedule...
Mom stopped in by me the other day and offered a ride home. Curious timing, I'd just used my last bus ticket that morning and hadn't bought more because they were out. Because she hadn't seen inside the new hotel yet, we wandered the block and a half to the Iron Horse after I was done with work at 5:00.
I wanted to tell her all about it, but kept quiet when told we could hook up with an official tour. The hotel rooms themselves were something I didn't get to see during my brief previous tour, so I was anxious to get started. We sat at the bar sipping a couple drinks, trying to be patient. She thought it still smelled too strongly of varnish. I said if they just allowed smoking, after a while no one would notice the varnish.
Word on the street is that there is another new business coming to downtown Waukesha.
While strolling up the 200 block of Broadway last Saturday, I bumped in to a really nice woman who was cleaning the windows of what used to be Splendid Treasures antique store (a few doors down from DadyOh’s Restaurant).
Late for The Fall Crawl, I thought all the good Artful Bowls might be taken. With 500 bowls at the start, there were still plenty of beautiful ones to choose from. Mine was lovingly made and signed by Ginger from Waukesha South.
Community members create all these wonderful works of pottery which are sold to raise money for Art Links, a studio serving adults with disabilities (many of the bowls were made by them). After purchase the bowls are filled with a soup choice or, new this year, ice cream donated by local restaurants. Though it would have been nice to be lured into a variety of shops with the offer of different soups or ice creams at each, I can see where it might've been a little messy or expensive. I enjoyed one warm bowl of vegetable and took advantage of the complimentary bowl wash.
Tonight I missed my first bus heading back to Waukesha by just a minute. I spent a few minutes in the Grand Ave. Mall waiting for the next one to arrive. It was raining and I haven't been there in a while. I missed the next one by a minute or two because I stayed in the mall too long. There is a third choice for me, the last one of the night going to my stop, but not arriving for another hour. I waited.
I arrived home two and a half hours after I left work 20 miles away. I was gone from home 13 hours today for an 8-1/2 hour workday.
(Note: On September 5th, 2008, I was diagnosed with Squamous Cell Tongue Cancer - Stage 4. Following is 4'th blog on my journey)
The good news is I've gone 17,345 days without hitting a deer. Bad news is the streak ended this morning.
I drove through Pebble Valley today, which I never do, because I had the time, which I never have. I opened at work today so left a little early to make sure to catch the bus. I always take Northview to Meadowbrook but had a couple extra minutes to take the scenic route. Unfortunately for the deer and the Toyota, the scenic route includes lots of pretty wildlife. If you live around Pebble Valley Park and heard tires screech around 6:30 and a gunshot around 7:00 you have me to thank.
I've passed by the crumbling median divider in front of the Super America gas station on Delafield well over a thousand times through the years. Today while waiting for the traffic light that always is red, it made me think about the crumbling economy and who is responsible for it.
If it weren't for this computer of mine, I'd have a wastepaper basket full of crumpled paper from how many times I've erased what I've written. I've just going to make a few points that I think we all should consider.
Having been elected to office does not mean one is an expert on anything
If it seems too good to be true, it probably is. This is referring to sub-prime mortgages and housing prices before both crashed.
There used to be a guide that you should only spend 25% of your income on housing
If you can't pay for a car in three years, you can't afford it.
If you want something not necessary for daily survival, put the money in a jar and if after two weeks you still want it, then buy it.
If you buy it on credit, pay it off before using the card again.
Cash is king
Gold and silver are worth more than ink
It takes money to make money
In economics, if an ordinary educated person can't understand it, it probably is only going to benefit somebody rich.
Debt is expensive and talk is cheap
Birds of a feather, flock together. You may have heard that from your parents while in school or from a teacher. It's true for adults too.
Beware and learn to recognize Confidence Men
Pelosi, Frank and Dodd should resign
Keep the system of checks and balances intact this election.
From our financial crisis of late, everybody should grab their wallets when so-called experts preach about this or that. Yes, I'm sure that there are true experts, but it is to the point that when Congress want to go one way, we should run the other way.
In Sunday's Crossroads section of the newspaper Jerry Resler makes a very lopsided argument for spending more money on something that people don't want, regional high speed rail. I would be a person that such a system is targeted for. In my business travels, I travel to many of the destinations shown on the map that accompanies the article. This week I am in Nashville for a conference. I drove there. A coworker flew even after spending thirteen hours at a terminal in his last travel. Had I gone to the same one, I'd have beat him home driving rather than flying.
(Note: On September 5th, 2008, I was diagnosed with Squamous Cell Tongue Cancer - Stage 4. Following is 5'th blog on my journey)
Finally, the shock of cancer has settled in and I am in full-battle mode. It is time to quickly absorb what the experts are telling us and move forward with "The Cure". The sooner we start with treatment, the sooner my life and my family's life can resume normalcy. The good Dr. Campbell has told me I have the aforementioned, so let's move quickly and decisively.
Having just hit a deer Friday, the ad seemed to speak to me; Another Wisconsin Season Begins Oh Deer! Did One Just Hit You? A large buck pictured to the left of the wording; Come to Goff's For: Free Drive Thru Estimates, Extended hours, Insurance Claim Assistance, Prompt Delivery
I didn't have a problem with the ad until I drove to two of the closest Goff's locations after work to find both closed at the normal time. Called next day to learn hours haven't been extended at all. "We have a lot of ads out there." They didn't know which ad I was referring to.
The Wisconsin Balloon Group's annual picnic was Saturday afternoon, and I was invited.
I crewed for one of five balloons launching from a driving range in Richfield that morning. I enjoyed it a lot because the weather was great, if cool, and colors are spectacular this time of year, even for crew members. I was very pleasantly surprised to see a familiar couple there for a ride.
(Note: On September 5th, 2008, I was diagnosed with Squamous Cell Tongue Cancer - Stage 4. Following is the 6'th blog on my journey)
"First thing we will schedule will be the mask-fitting and..."
Last month, when I returned home from my fishing trip, I noticed something was missing from my neighborhood.
I couldn’t put a finger on it at first, and it wasn’t until the afternoon sun came streaming in the front window of my apartment that it dawned on me- the tree that used to sit in front of 400 West Main Street was gone! Where three trees once stood, there were now only two.
A little snow cloud passed over Waukesha around 2:30 this afternoon. I couldn't believe it. More peletized than flaky because it was well above freezing, but definitely snow and not hail or sleet. It was white but not solid. It didn't stick or last long and was soon replaced by light rain, but it made me wonder. Are we in for a long winter?
How was your week? Mine seemed generous. People were unusually generous toward me. A coworker friend gave us Halloween candy after I took a desk to his house after work. Another coworker gave me a denim patch to repair the new pair of jeans I ripped on a sharp corner while moving the desk. A different coworker gave me a jar of peanut butter he got from one of his customers -- a five pound jar of peanut butter!
(Note: On September 5th, 2008, I was diagnosed with Squamous Cell Tongue Cancer - Stage 4. Following is the 7'th blog on my journey)
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If you're over 50, pregnant, a healthcare worker, or in a high risk group you can get your flu shot at St. William this weekend. Anyone concerned about their health can get a shot. And while you're there check out the huge Annual Craft Fair where over 50 exhibitors will be demonstrating and displaying their unique and beautiful wares. (Bring your appetite for the bakery and hot, juicy, turkey sandwiches.)
The Fall Blood Drive at St. William will be Monday, Nov. 10th, from 3:30 to 7:30 in the Parish Hall. We really need your help with this one. Every 2 seconds someone needs blood. 17 year olds can donate (or 16 with permission.) No upper age limit to donate. If you get a flu shot you can still donate, there is no waiting period. Call Kathy at 547-2763 x203 with questions.