From The Older Guy

Rules, regulations, and boundaries are very important when raising kids. But…. they don’t blossom until you add lots of hugs and kisses, a listening ear, and plenty of fun.

Dave Thomas

09/08/2022

First prize for innovation or variation should go to the manufacturers of toothpaste. In my lifetime, I have never had two tubes of toothpaste that tasted the same.

Dave Thomas

August 27, 2022

I thought most of us Americans believed in following the rules, obeying the law, doing what is right, and being a good person and a good citizen. Boy, was I wrong. In the general election of 2020, 34% of our American voters, the Republicans, voted for Donald Trump. That means they don’t believe in anything I listed above because Trump doesn’t believe in anything but the bottom line as it affects him.

The Republicans started sliding downhill prior to 2016 when the signed the pledge for that goober guy. That pledge declared they wouldn’t take part in any bipartisan legislation, or do anything for the American people. That is right in line with Trump’s thinking. He wants to destroy our democracy and establish an autocracy just like his mentor and good buddy, Vladimir Putin.

Make your own list of character flaws and negatives attributed to Trump. I’m talking about things like: Liar, cheater, bully, immature, childish, egotist, racist, disrespectful, white supremacist, and so on. Complete your list and study it and think about it. You will determine that Donald John Trump is the sorriest son of a bitch that ever came down the pike. Spread the word! Don’t let Trump and the Republicans take over our America and destroy it. Talk to everyone you can. It we don’t speak up, we will lose it all.

Dave Thomas

08/24/2022

We’ve seen these guys come on TV and then tell us they need an AR-15 to protect themselves, their families, and their property. I’ve tried to imagine just how that would work and I’ll share my line of thought with you. First, we must start by acknowledging that a lethal weapon such as an AR-15 must be kept[i] in a locked gun cabinet or gun sage. Now let’s see how this protection thing would play out:

The guy is sitting in his living room, drinking a beer, and watching TV.

He hears shouts and a crashing noise, like someone is trying to kick in his front door.

This is a home invasion!

He jumps to his feet.

He puts the beer can on the coffee table, making sure he has placed it on a coaster (He has been screamed at many times for making rings on the furniture).

He runs to the room where the key to the gun safe is hidden.

He retrieves the key and runs to the room where the gun safe is located.

He unlocks the gun safe and opens the door.

He grabs his trusty AR-15.

He pushes odds and ends of ammo out of the way and grabs a magazine.

He flips the AR-15 over and, he slams the magazine home.

 He flips the AR-15 over and prepares to chamber a round.

Too late, the intruders have him covered.

Oops, now the bad guys have another AR-15.

Dave Thomas

8/4/2022

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 It seems that the only republican with balls is a woman, Liz Cheney. Liz Cheney continually puts America before partisanship. I hate to be crude, but this occasion calls for it.

Dave Thomas

8/3/2022

Mom’s and Dad’s, Grandma’s and Grandpa’s, lots of sweet little kids and people of all ages, are being murdered in our country every day. Yes, it’s happening in our country, our America. Who cares? The Supreme Court doesn’t seem to. The Congress doesn’t. The NRA damn sure doesn’t. I fully understand this is a mental health problem. What irritates me is that we could cut the fatalities and swing the odds to more favorable numbers. It’s not that complicated.

1.  Ban the sale of assault rifles and similar weapons.
2. Background checks for gun buyers 18-25 years of age
3. Red flag laws to alert police to people of questionable intent
4. Gun safety classes
5. No open carry.
6. Review qualifications for concealed carry permits.
7. Public service announcements regarding respect for others, courtesy, and good manners.

The mass killing problem has many facets. If we are going to win, we must commit to going after them with determination and all the forces we can muster.

If you think number 7 above is too simple or corny, please thing again. In 2016, when the Trump administration came into power, it was like an evil cloud had settled over the whole country. Suddenly, it was okay to be your worst self. Disrespect for others, lust for power, greed, nastiness, and just plain being mean seemed to be okay. Well, it’s not okay. We need to make better individuals of ourselves.

Dave Thomas

07/28/2022

Yeah, I know I’m a wuss. My wife tells me that every time we eat something containing peppers or horse radish. I can break into a sweat just by thinking of eating something hot. Being at the table with everyone can definitely be embarrassing. For instance, if we are having chili, I need two paper towels. One should be two tear-off sections wide for my face, and the other, three sections wide for my hair. My hair gets just as wet as if I’m having a shampoo. The sweat actually drips off of it.

My wife feels I have missed a great career opportunity. I could have been a television advertising star for Mexican, Chinese, and Italian food products. Picture this: the commercial opens with me sitting at the kitchen table looking calm and relaxed. My wife, Pat, places a bowl of chili in front of me, and I start eating. Suddenly, there is a surprised look on my face. The orchestra hits a majestic lick, and the camera zooms to a shot of my forehead. Beads of sweat break out all over my brow. I throw up my arms and yell “This Casa Caliente Chili is fantastic!”

I can do this. No sweat.

P.S.- Just writing this has caused my hair to become sopping wet!

Dave Thomas

7/15/2022

In the spring of 1952, Jack Watson was a senior, and I was a sophomore at Augusta High School. Jack and I had been friends since I was 3 or maybe 4 years old. This was due to our parents being friends. Jack and I did a lot of things together as we were growing up. We bicycled and hiked, and as we got older, we hunted and fished and went camping. Occasionally, some dumb idea would show that we might be a bad influence on one another.

In his senior year, Jack was taking a chemistry class. I’m not sure why. Later, in college, he majored in finance, and became a CPA. Claude Wise was the instructor of the chemistry class. Mr. Wise always made his classes interesting by adding extra facts and tidbits of information to the curriculum. One day, for instance, he told Jack’s class how easy it was to make a still. Jack even ended up with a sketch showing how the thing would go together. Jack was pretty excited when he told me about it later, and convinced me that we should build and operate a still of our own. We knew that stills and moonshine were illegal, and that under-age drinking was illegal, and that the whole idea was probably covered by a bunch of laws we hadn’t even heard of. Of course, that made no difference because we both were hooked on the idea.

I can’t recall the details such as what hardware was required or how to prepare the mash. I do remember that Jack and I went down to the Western Auto Store, and split the cost of some copper tubing.

We needed a placed to store our secret project and Jack suggested his smoke house. I know that you younger people may not have heard of smoke houses, so I’ll tell you what little I learned as a kid.

Prior to the invention of refrigerators and freezers, it was impossible to preserve meat for any length of time. It could be smoked, packed in salt, pickled in brine, or jerked, but none of these preserved it for long.

Some of the finer homes, I guess built in the 1920’s or 1930’s, had a smokehouse built directly by or behind the back door of the home. That provided easy access in inclement weather. The residents could smoke their own meat or store the meat that someone else smoked for them. The Watson home was one of those nicer places that had a smoke house. Though an older home, Jack’s dad, Frank, had remodeled the place, and it was in fine condition. Their place had a smoke house and a single car garage. The smoke house was maybe ½ to ¾ the size of the garage. Frank used it as a workshop and kept his tools and equipment in it.

There were only two smoke houses in town that I was acquainted with. The first, of course, was the Watson’s. I remember one time when Jack bought an old Cushman motor scooter for $5. We put it in the smoke house and worked on it for days. It never fired. Jack finally had his dad haul it to the city dump.

The other smoke house I remember belonged to old Mrs. Rogers, the mother of Ordess Rogers and grandmother of Russell Rogers. She hired me a couple of times to do yard work, and kept the yard tools in the smoke house. Her smoke house was smaller than the Watson’s. It was maybe 8 x 10 or 8 x 12.

Before getting involved with smoke houses, I was talking about making a still. Jack and I spent a couple of weeks rounding up the parts and storing them behind some stuff in the back of the smoke house. One weekend when Jack’s folks were out of town, we assembled the thing and fired it up. It worked perfectly, and soon real moonshine was dripping out of the coil. When there was enough for both of us, we took a sip. Gad, it was awful! It was like drinking turpentine! That cured us right then. We dismantled the still while trying to get the taste out of our mouths, and hid the parts in the back of the smoke house again. Unfortunately, Jack’s dad found the parts before Jack could get rid of them. Jack got reamed out thoroughly, and then Frank told my folks, and it was my turn in the barrel. We both agreed  later that the chewing out wasn’t half as bad as the taste of that stuff. It was a dumb mistake that was never repeated.

Dave Thomas

7/7/2022

Our founding fathers thought they had the perfect solution for the enactment of the laws that would give structure to our democracy. A citizen/patriot would run for office, get elected, serve their term, and return to their regular lives. They didn’t realize that being elected to Congress would be the maiden step toward a life-long career. Ordinary people are enjoying the best job they have had in their lives. They are making more money, have the world’s best healthcare, receive money and gifts from lobbyists that make them rich, and enjoy a position of prestige enjoyed by few in this world. They have become the legislative caste in what we thought was a classless society. What if the job went back to being more of a civic duty rather than a career? I realize that what is regarded as “corporate memory” would be lost, but that can be overcome by enthusiasm and diligence. I might add that this caste system is becoming the norm. The GOP is ignoring the polls and treating their constituents as untouchables.

Dave Thomas

6/22/2022

America has often been referred to as a “Melting Pot”. This is not an accurate descriptive term for our country. After 250 years of existence, if we were truly a melting pot, we would have blended into one color. Don’t freak out on me as I don’t mean it literally. I just mean we should all be of one mind as to who we really are. We all carry labels, two of them being skin color and country of origin. We may be black, white, yellow, brown, or red. And we could be African-American, Mexican-American, Italian-American, Native American, Irish-American, Chinese-American or some other hyphenated species. At birth or at court, we become citizens-Americans. Wouldn’t it be great if we just called ourselves Americans and the only colors we worried about were red, white, and blue? Even though a work-in-progress, America is still the greatest democracy the world has ever known.

Dave Thomas

06/15/2022