My full time job

I have taken a lot of grief for not having a full time job.

Allow me to introduce you to my full time job:

This is my Dad

He comes before any sort of trucking career or anything else.

Anyone that doesn’t understand that, can quite frankly, kiss my ass.

That is all.

 

Jerry Pournelle needs our prayers

It seems that something bad has happened.

See here:

Sunday morning – this morning although it’s after midnight now so maybe I mean yesterday morning – I discovered that Roberta had suffered a stroke during the night. I called 911. The firemen responded almost instantly.

We spent the day first at the St. Joseph’s Emergency Room (where the firemen took me after my stroke), then at the Kaiser Emergency Room where she was taken by ambulance arranged by Kaiser, then finally in the Kaiser main hospital. Alex was with me for essentially the entire time. My second son, Frank, who lives in Palm Springs, drove up as soon as he could. Our youngest son, Richard, flew in from DC and just got here.

Roberta appears to be about where I was after my stroke. She can’t really talk yet, but she’s aware of what’s going on around her. We’re trying to arrange rehab at Holy Cross where I was retaught how to swallow, walk, and do all the other things people do.

I’m trying to be calm, but I’m scared stiff.

and here:

Roberta said several words last night, and I have hopes. She thanks you all for your prayers and good wishes. More later; we’re going to the hospital now.

My thoughts and Prayers go out to Jerry during this time.

Good job old man

You know, there’s a lot of things that happened between me and this blogger that I’m about to link to a couple of years back; and I must admit I wasn’t too happy about how all that went down.

Many things can be said about him, none of which I’m not going to print here; because personally I don’t know the man’s heart at all.

But, there is one thing you can not say about him at all — And that’s that he does not have his family life, down to an exact science. Because in my book any man who steps up to the plate and takes on the challenge of fatherhood and decides to build a family; is a bigger man, than any pop star, baseball player, movie star, rock and roll musician or anything like that.

Mr. McCain you’ve done one hell of a good job and I God bless you for it. 🙂

I just wish things between you and me had worked out on better terms than what they did and I wish we would have been able to meet each other before the neocons got involved.

Beau Biden, VP Joe Biden’s Son dead at 46 of Brain Cancer

You know there is a time for politics and then, there is a time for real life. Joe Biden and his family are real people, with real families and this here, is really big loss.

The story:

Vice President Joe Biden and his Son Beau

WASHINGTON — Joseph R. Biden III, the former attorney general of Delaware and the eldest son of Vice President Joseph R. Biden Jr., has died of brain cancer, his father announced on Saturday. The younger Mr. Biden was 46.Mr. Biden had spent more than a week receiving treatment at the Walter Reed National Military Medical Center in Washington.
Source: Beau Biden, Vice President Joe Biden’s Son, Dies at 46 – NYTimes.com

My heart goes out to Vice President Joe Biden and his wife Jill, as well as his Children.

The Biden family has suffered some losses that I could never fathom ever happening to me. So, I feel for them all. Again, there is a time for Political criticism, and I have done that a bit here. But, this is not one of those times. My prayers for the family this Sunday morning.

Related:

Other Blogs talking about this: The Moderate VoiceWashington MonthlyAssociated Press, Telegraph, Business Insider and The WeekABC News

 

 

In Memoriam: Beryl Frazier – 1950-2015

Buryl Frazier and her husband Walter
Beryl Frazier and her husband Walter

Yesterday, I had to do something that I am really not a big fan of; I had to go to a Funeral. It was for, however, a very special Lady. Her name was Beryl Frazier. Beryl Frazer was born Beryl Wingo in 1950. She was born in Alabama. Beryl’s family had special connection to mine, in more ways than one.

Back in the late 1950’s when my Mom was a little girl; my grandparents were looking for a place to live here in Detroit. My grandfather, Mr. Hayes worked at the Clark Street Cadillac plant in Detroit. My grandfather happened to know Mr. Wingo. Somehow or another, my grandfather got hooked up with Mr. Wingo and my grandparents ended up renting out the upstairs of the Wingo family’s house.

The other half of is separate story in itself. Walter Frazier was basically responsible for bringing my Father from Middlesboro, Kentucky to Detroit in 1967 to find a job here; back when you could actually still do such things. My Dad, his brother and Walter had an apartment together in those first years when they moved up here. I will always be grateful to Walter for doing that; otherwise, I would not be here, typing this little story out! 😀

Well, Walter got a job working at Clark Street and I guess he met Mr. Wingo there and that’s where he learned about Beryl. They met and married and somewhere along the line, my Mom met Walter and was shocked to see that Walter had married someone who my Mother knew from her younger years! 😀

Now about Beryl — I am simply going to put and paste something that I wrote on my Cousin Pam’s facebook posting in the comments section:

Beryl Frasier was the happiest woman I ever met. I never ever saw that woman angry or with a frown on her face. she had a joy but only Jesus can truly give.

I don’t mean to preach or get all religious sounding in here, Because I kn
ow some people don’t appreciate that. But that woman was a woman of faith and she knew who her God was and she knew where she was going when her time ended here on this earth and that’s why she was always happy.

She is in the arms of the Lord Jesus Christ and in His Heavenly kingdom and one day when my time here is over, I will join her there.

This is because of a decision that I made on June 7, 1982 at the age of 9 years old in the auditorium of open door Baptist Church and that’s when I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Savior and started the journey of making him the Lord of my life.

And that’s a fact jack!

Rest in peace sweet Lady, because the Lord knows you definitely earned every last minute of it.

Amen.

So glad that I am an only child

This was my thought after reading these three postings over at Protein Wisdom, ran by Jeff Goldstein

Basically, Jeff’s brother is severely screwing his Mother, who is dying with cancer, over. I give Jeff credit, he is handling that little situation very well and with much restraint. Because if it was me; I would be going to florida, finding the nearest gun store, picking up a nice .357 and a box of shells.

My best to Jeff in getting that little situation straightened out.

Happy 45’th to my Mom and Dad!

I posted this originally over on facebook.

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It was on this day in 1969, that Charlie Adkins and Linda Adkins, who had met in Clark Park in May of 1968, decided that they couldn’t live without one another any longer; and Daddy decided to put a ring on her and call her his wife. Happy 45’th you two. That is one hell of an accomplishment.

In 1972, I came along and must say, You two did well. Happy Anniversary you guys. May the rest of your Days be Happy, Happy, Happy!

Needless to say, Mom is still the one with my Daddy!