Trip Back Home, Part 1

This past weekend, the other half and I took a trip back to South Alabama to see the family and to attend my nephew’s graduation.  It’s that time of year when many teenagers are getting out of high school and deciding what they would like to do with their lives.  Some will go off to college and others will not be going but rather staying at home and working.  Either choice will be whichever they feel is best for them.  The cost of higher education is also a big influence.  Not everyone will have access to the funds necessary to go to college.  It’s sad…but it’s true.

The ride home was uneventful.  We stopped just before crossing into Alabama to buy a Power Ball ticket as Alabama has no lottery.  You know…it’s sinful and causes the downfall of every family in the country, even if no one in that family buys a lottery ticket.  It’s that powerful!  Two dollars later, we were back on the road until we stopped in Evergreen for some gas and a bite to eat.  A honey bun and a bottle of water gave me fuel to finish the journey.  We had almost arrived in my hometown when we ran into traffic caused by road construction.  We sat there for a while until I decided to follow others’ example and drive down the shoulder until I arrived at a road I knew would lead us farther up into the county and I could get back around to my brother’s house.  It was a small price to pay to not sit in dead still traffic for what could have been over an hour.

The old town is looking bad.  I don’t know if it’s the town people or the town government that is blocking changes.  Whichever it is, something has to give.  In the 1990s, my home town was such a great place to be…in my opinion.  There may not have been anything for teens to do, but it at least looked decent.  The streets were clean, parking lots were all cement or asphalt and not mingled with weeds and grass breaking through the cracks, and the buildings looked nice.  Now, I just shake my head when driving through.  There are a few newer buildings, including the high school, to brighten up the scenery.  Everything else has gone into disarray.

Some years ago now, a bypass was built around the town.  It was needed because two major highways crossed in the “downtown” area next to the hospital.  Many have been lucky that a hospital was that close.  Because of such a sharp turn, there have been quite a few incidents of log trucks or transfer trucks turning over.  It became a dangerous turn.  The ALDOT decided it was high time to build a bypass around the small town, taking all through traffic away from the town.  It did solve the accidents at that intersection…while at the same time killing the business inside the town limits.  Unless you have to go to the county courthouse for tags, licenses, or court cases, you really don’t have to go there anymore.  Once again, something that is sad.

What wasn’t sad was the 100 graduates of my old high school.  It was also not sad that I saw many people I know and love while there.  One family in particular is one I have known all my life.  Some of them are my cousins and others are those I know through our families being in the area together for so long.  I walked up into the bleachers and sat down with my family.  After seeing one of my schoolmates, I realized that I was sitting among the entire family.  Every time I see them, the family has grown larger and larger.  It’s amazing and wonderful since it shows me that a family’s love and bond did not stop with the generation before mine.  That makes me very happy.  The young man graduating from their family…was a baby when I lived back home.  His sister, also very young when there, just graduated from The University of Alabama.  Talk about feeling old when you see grown kids….

GCB0096 – Dehydrated Lasagna

Episode 96 is all over the place! Kimberly and I eat Mountain House® Lasagna with Meat Sauce.  The water needed was boiled with the Jetboil® outdoor heating system.  We get on other topics too, such as the fact that I’m uncut and she seemed to forget about it. It’s just a funny show.

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Rain, Rain, and More Rain

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It is Sunday evening in the North Atlanta area.  This is the time when we all settle into our homes and wait for bedtime, knowing that Monday morning will be along in a matter of hours.  The weekend is officially over and the beginning of a new week is upon us.

Well, that’s not really the reason we are all shut up in our houses this evening.  It has literally been raining since sometime Saturday morning.  Yes, for nearly 48 hours straight, we have seen rainfall.  The one good thing about all this is that Lake Lanier (pictured) is able to receive more water.  As of Friday, the lake was already at full pool.  Now, it has even more.

I am perfectly fine with this!  I think it’s fantastic!  I am probably using more exclamation marks than I should!  How else am I going to show my excitement?  For the longest time, we had to see very shallow water, muddy banks, and many boats that were taken out of the lake so that they would not sit on the ground below.  With all this water and the approaching summer, we are seeing more and more people getting out on the lake to enjoy the refreshing breeze.  They are most likely not enjoying the water for the use of swimming.  That lake, even though not in the northern parts of the US, is freezing cold.  The water that flows into the lake is coming out of the mountain region of the state.  Likewise, the water being let out of the lake into the Chattahoochee River is freezing as it is coming from the bottom of the river where it hasn’t seen sunlight.  My teeth are chattering at the mere thought.

I am about to head over to the house of my lovely cohost Kimberly for some smoked Boston butt.  Her husband is a grilling/smoking man.  It’s so manly!  I may even have a beer!

GCB0095 – Learning Nature At The Zoo

Episode 95 finds Kimberly and I talking about the our trip to Zoo Atlanta the weekend of April 27-28.  It was a great time to share with each other.  We stopped at The Varsity in Atlanta for lunch.  It’s a fantastic place and one that has to be visited when in the city.  We talk about the normal, every day life things as usual, too.

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GCB0094 – Season Two with Kimberly

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Episode 94 is the official beginning of Season Two of The Gay Life of a Country Boy.  I explain on this episode why I have decided that now would be a great time to start doing seasons. I am also happy to do another podcast with Kimberly. You may remember her from the podcast with my sister, George, and Romo during our last big cookout. We talk about sports, fishing, movies, and a bunch of other things that the alcohol brought up.

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GCB0093 – Driving, Revelations, and Deep Thought

Episode 93 finds me driving from my full-time job to the tax office during tax season. This is the last part of the three episodes I recorded one day while driving to and from work. That evening, I really wanted to record, but I found myself with nothing in my mind to use as content. I begin with just chatter, but before long, I am delving into what is going on in my life and talk about entering into the Episcopal church. It’s not preachy, but I am  simply getting thoughts out of my mind and onto a recording. I really love this episode as I feel strongly about some of the issues and they make me happy.

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What’s This World Coming To?

As a child, and being raised Southern Baptist, I always heard one answer to the same question…”What’s this world coming to?” That answer was, “You know what it’s coming to.”

I thought maybe, just maybe, once someone would ask me what I thought was going to happen. Never heard it. I thought maybe….just maybe….someone would simply tell me what was going to happen. Then I grew up and knew that no one was ever going to know that answer in detail.

Sometimes, the things told to us from the generation before us really screw with our brains. One of the funniest examples of this is told in a joking manner on The Queens of Comedy. The lady talks about her grandmother and how she used to say, “We’re living in our last days.” She said it a few times through her life until a confrontation where she asked her grandmother, “Why it gotta be my last days?” The older generation has their way of saying things that tend to make us think.

Our last days. Just take a minute and think about that statement. Who knows when our last days begin? The stages of life are basically that you are born, you live a life, and then you die. In a sense, our last days start when we enter this world. There’s never a promise of a new day…no matter how much Paula Abdul tried to make us believe that in the 90s. It’s a morbid thing to think about, but it’s a life fact.

We’ve become so pampered in our generation and the one or two after us. I’m a Generation X member, tagged in the 80s or 90s. Things were supposed to be made less harsh. Things were supposed to be so different from the way out parents were raised. Why? Were they not wise enough to raise us? Did their parents not instill in them the knowledge it took to raise children? I think mine did a pretty good job since I am not writing this while sitting in prison and I’m not baked out of my mind either. I consider that a goal accomplished.

I haven’t said much about the Boston bombings. I’ve tried to keep my head clear and not go into a fit of rage. What good would that do me? I can’t bring back those lost from the stupid actions of an insane person. I, however, am interested in the thoughts of those people both killed and responsible that morning. We as humans like to plan for our day to make it easier on ourselves, but the possibility of dying is generally not part of that plan.

Our last days. It’s a dark, scary idea. I don’t like to think about it as much as anyone else. But if I had to answer that question….”What’s this world coming to?”….I guess I would answer it by saying, “It’s going to be what you help it to be.” I know that’s not what people were thinking when I was a child. They were referring to the events described in Revelations. I’m not going into my beliefs on religious matters, but I’ll say until whenever comes, we have to do whatever possible to keep evil at bay. The evil we see more of today is exemplified by the idiots responsible for the bombings in Boston.

The Misconception of the Privileged

Today while getting my estimated tax payments certified mailed at the post office, I stood in line, patiently waiting with other folks, young and old, for our turn to be served. I walked in with an older gentleman, walking slowly and with a smile on his face. I held the door for him and we exchanged pleasantries. Even though there was a line, that simple human interaction put me in a better mood and I was ready to wait.

Momentarily, this woman came in, dressed rather fancy for a spring Friday afternoon, and rang the buzzer on the wall…an indicator that someone was there to pick up a package. The attendant behind the counter stated that there was no one available in the back to answer the call. The lady said she was there to pick up a package. Again, the attendant advised there was no one available to answer her call and that if she stood in line, she and the other attendant would be able to assist her.

Well, you would have thought that the attendant had thrown a dagger through her heart. I had to chuckle a bit as the lady stood there flabbergasted for a moment and walked toward the back of the line. I thought she had realized she wasn’t going to get anything quicker than those of us in the line. I was wrong as she walked back toward the head of the line. When noticed, she exclaimed, “I want to speak to your postmaster!” The attendant stepped to the back for a second and told the postmaster she was needed out front.

Five minutes or so later, I made my way to the counter and happily handed my mail to the other attendant and answered his questions. They were both working as fast as possible without the arrogance and misguided perception some people have of themselves.

With one of the most snobby tones of voice I have ever heard, the lady asked, “Did you tell your postmaster that there was someone who needed to speak with her?” The female attendant said yes and that she was taking care of something and would be out soon. Without a thought, the lady asked, “Did she indicate that she heard you when you told her?” I heard the “Bitch, please!” moan that emanated from the attendant and even I turned around and looked straight into this lady’s eyes with that look of disbelief and borderline hatred I can sometimes have. I turned back to my attendant and wished him a great day and smiled. As I walked by the lady, she was lecturing to the people in line as though they really cared. I couldn’t stop it as my mouthed opened and “What the hell ever, lady!” came tumbling out for all to hear.

Granted, I was standing in a branch of the United States Postal Service…one of the slowest services in the nation, other than the department of government over issuing passports and the IRS. But, being fair, all three of these branches of government deal with millions of people each year. Humans in general are hard to deal with, but American humans can be some of the hardest. We’re so used to getting things quick and speedy. One minute having to wait sends some people into frantic fits of rage. I can be like that with the Internet, but with people, I tend to be a little more lenient. We’re all human with our own faults.

This location of the USPS is located in a rather sophisticated (purportedly) area of north Fulton County, GA. It’s not surprising to me that someone would come in with the thought of them being of a higher class than anyone else in there. You may occasionally hear me make a comment about how someone’s education or level of common sense may be inferior to mine…and that could be true in some unfortunate cases. But that human being, that soul, is no less important as me. This lady clearly felt as though her business and care should have been placed over the others waiting for the same attention.

I’ll end this post with a few questions. Why do some people do this? Why do some people feel that their needs, wants, and concerns are more important than any other living, breathing person around them? Does a person become more numb to the needs and concerns of others when they find themselves in possession of money? Does the area in which someone lives affect someone’s attitudes toward humanity? Should one’s perceived level give them the right to see themselves as better or more privileged than those around them?

I leave you to ponder……

Episode 92 – It’s A Lunchcast!

Episode 92, if you want to call it an episode, finds me going to subway for lunch. I had a craving for a tuna sandwich and I took you all along with me. Have a great day!

GCB0091 – It’s Been A While

After quite a long time, here is a new episode of The Gay Life of a Country Boy.  I decided to do a recording while on my way to work.  Then I recorded some at lunch.  Then, still having the recording bug, I recorded more on the way to the tax office that evening.  Here is the trip to work as Episode 91!

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