Expiation

Wary –the word within the word is well understood but vague. 

 The night of the interview with George Noory – when I disappeared or blacked out for a few minutes – I just came back and was looking at my phone. Everything was black outside and in as if a huge void had descended over the property – sucking everything out. I have had a bad headache based in my lower neck ever since. Moonshine is the cure – thanks Willy !
Tonic
 
When I was about 4 years old two men (black suits – white shirts)  came to our home and took me into my parents bedroom for tests – I remember it well – I was told it was so I could go to special school. I remember the tests and they seemed in retrospect mental acuity tests. I remember it like it was yesterday but a couple years back I mentioned it to my parents and they said it never happened? I remember being scared of the dark and yet never being able to articulate it – I remember wanting  a room within a room where I was protected…I was so scared and yet when I was young I never told anyone (till now) – I remember later after we moved  asking my friend if the aliens ever talked to him and he laughed and said good one. I remember fear – fear that they would come back. 
 
I have never amounted to anything – although many envy my life because I always travel and live way out – it is odd…my dreams and goals are simple – travel and write and visit with people in an RV…I know sounds weird. 
 
Anyway – there are spots in my life I do not remember… I do not have a psychic powers or really any gift other than being able to write –  but remember clarity during a night with peyote tea. I saw the powers – thanks I know u understand. 
 
I know the other side and have seen it – not sure I want to cross over again. 
Expiation
English: The Expiation Français : L'Expiation
English: The Expiation Français : L’Expiation (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

IGA INDIAN

No, he was not dressed like this...
No, he was not dressed like this…

This stoop shouldered old Crow Indian man is in front of me at IGA – I just have a candy bar and he says “just go ahead in front of me son – I am waiting on the deli to bring stuff up for me – guess they don’t trust me – figure I will run off with it!” we laugh and  I reply – “don’t worry that happened to me yesterday and I am white!” He laughed and laughed and everyone in line joined in – he stopped and said – “just don’t let them have you sign any treaty’s!” and we all laughed ! Ya wonder why I love small Indian towns!

Warren Rules Lodge Grass
Warren Rules Lodge Grass

My first gun –

I am sure I will be moved to the top of the government “watch list” after writing about my first gun! Humor aside –

My derringer
My derringer

I was eight years old and my father had bought a Daisy BB gun for me when I was seven. My mother had forbidden him to give it to me until I was at least ten! My dad wore the pants in the family and compromised and gave it to me with 500 BB’s on my eighth birthday! I shot it for years till I wore it out! I still have one BB in my hand to this day – lesson learned. That was my first BB gun! I received a Marlin 22 when I was ten years old and an Ithaca 12 gauge when I was twelve! (My father had me buy the Ithaca Featherlight from my Uncle Tom for $50 dollars to teach me guns cost money.)

But my grandfather Kalman paved the way for my BB gun by making me a wooden gun when I was six! I had been reading about cowboys and Indians and I just had to have a derringer. My grandfather, pipe in hand, gave me a piece of plywood to draw my derringer on so he could cut it out. I remember the smell of fresh cut wood mixed with apple pipe smoke. Finished, he chased me off to play with the other Hungarian kids in the neighborhood. I still have my derringer 43 years later along with another gun he cut from scrap for a neighbor kid.

I remember taking it to school for show and tell and all the kids thought it was cool. I remember taking it everywhere with me – church,profile_336374526_75sq_1364330036 school, the grocery store, Ponderosa Steak House (and ya wonder why I like the nickname Hoss). I loved that little gun but I had been raised to respect guns. Our home was full of hunting rifles, pistols from WW2 complete with swastikas and a history. I was raised to respect guns, beer, my parents, and above all God.

asalt rifle

Amish Stink!

The crash site -
The crash site –

(this story contains bad language and racist intent – but is true) 

One of my buddies was hauling Amish in his van to make a living and support his family – all good! He called me one evening and was sick and needed a substitute driver to haul two Amish guys over to the west side of Cleveland complete with their trailer full of gutter supplies. I figured cool a quick way to score $200 bucks! Ya drive em over – then you sit and read for eight hours – then you drive em home simple right? I mean they are Amish so they will be saint like and holy!

5am and I pick the first guy up at his home and pick up his trailer and hook it to my 1ton truck. He is about 6′ 4″ and stout – he  jumps in and I notice the lack of deodorant and what has this guy been eating whole garlic – it is barely warming up! We pick up his midget brother who has no home or wife because of his being short…but he is cool and talkative (and does not smell as bad!).

Fast forward, sit read surf the net and write all day and wrap it up to head home. We are hauling a 10,000 pound trailer through heavy traffic with AC blasting to mask the smell of Farting Garlic Amish man in the middle lane of a three lane freeway when bam I am slamming on my brakes as a crazy black girl swerves in front of me – bam my truck is climbing her right bumper and smashing the life outa her mini-car all the while she is still gunning it trying to make her exit three lanes over! Bam she pins a Ford F150 to the guard rail and it is all over! We screech to a halt!

Now this is where the fun begins! A black lady in her mid forties switches seats with a girl that had been driving! Then the lady gets out of the car and starts screaming as only a black woman can scream – “you killed my babies” ” you MF- you killed my babies!” Her babies were fine strapped in car seats in the back! She starts beating on the passenger side window of my crew cab. The Amish guy gets out of the truck and towering over this black woman endures her rage for about a minute and then says – “You f$@#ing nigger you are nothing more than a subspecies of ape!” The conversation stopped! I told the Farting Garlic Amish man to get back in the truck and we rolled up the windows! (Yes, the truck was still running fine – it is a Ford!) I could not believe the guy dropped the “F” bomb and said nigger! Wow… Amish are really

Not much damage - $3800
Not much damage – $3800 – you can see the hulking Amish dude!

different than I thought!

A cute redheaded Irish girl was our responding officer and she asked us to move down the highway about 1/2 mile so she could clear traffic! I move down the road and look in my rearview mirror and guess who is following us on foot! Yep, the black woman! Running after us screaming bloody murder! You racist MF! and on and on. Running after her was the little Irish cop – cute as a button she cuffed her and stuffed her!

I made it home later that evening after finding out the driver was 15 with two children, no driver license, and driving a Hertz Rental Car that was borrowed!

Her car - slight damage!
Her car – slight damage!
The Ford after!
The Ford after! Happily home in Montana!

Yep my insurance picked up the tab and my insurance went up despite it not being my fault! I will say that I have since switched insurance because Nationwide was the F150 drivers insurance and they were hardcore on his side! My Progressive was not progressive at all – they needed to be aggressive!

Disclaimer: I in no way condone the use of profanity or calling someone a subspecies of ape! I also eat garlic so I understand the Farting Garlic Amish Man could not control his smell!

Amish country near Arthur, Illinois
Amish country near Arthur, Illinois (Photo credit: Wikipedia)