I had a cruel dream this morning. I don't mean a scary dream or a nightmare; those are common at times; being chased by a score of zombie cheerleaders or falling. No this didn't have Death as a theme. I view Death as an upcoming movie I am looking forward too (not too soon, so no worries). No this was the kind of dream that leaves you unsettled and 'off' for the rest of the day. and now, in the cold, harsh light of the day, I still can remember it. But how do I explain it to my friends; I have no problem relating my weird dreams-even my nightmares. But this...I guess it is more of the perspective and how we view whats important. Needless to say, I woke up, probably screaming "No!" I know I was gasping for air as I beat my pillow.
I had woken up early and laid there trying to get some sleep before actually getting up. So I closed my eyes and between 3:30 am and 5:00 am I dreamed. All I know I was talking with this pretty woman; initially she was a redhead. She changed to a blond and back to a redhead as we talked. About what? I have no idea. Though it seem liked we were getting to know each other, like a date. We then started playfully grabbing each other and hugging. She gave me some quick kisses on my neck. I then smiled and grabbed and took her in my arms for a deep kiss and... she faded away and I was left literally holding my pillow.
Some may laugh or find it funny. Not me. Not now. Not ever anymore.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Dreams (the night time variety)
I more than most know about dreams; I minored in Psychology in college so know just how screwed I am. Dreams are either your subconscious or perhaps if you believe-of things yet to come. And if you even remember your dreams, that's something.
I remember a dream I had last night; as it woke me up gasping for air.
I was seated outside. A pretty woman who I did not know, came up to me and I stuck my hand up, like raising my hand to answer a question in class. She took my hand and kissed it tenderly and for a long time. She then helped me up and I kissed her lovingly and for a long time. Again, I did not know her.
I then said something that I can not believe.
"Are you a mechanic? Cause you just jump stared my heart."
I then woke up, Not sure if it was from the cheesy line or what.
I remember a dream I had last night; as it woke me up gasping for air.
I was seated outside. A pretty woman who I did not know, came up to me and I stuck my hand up, like raising my hand to answer a question in class. She took my hand and kissed it tenderly and for a long time. She then helped me up and I kissed her lovingly and for a long time. Again, I did not know her.
I then said something that I can not believe.
"Are you a mechanic? Cause you just jump stared my heart."
I then woke up, Not sure if it was from the cheesy line or what.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
8-tracks, WKRP In Cincinnati and fireflies
I remember the big thing growing up PK (pre-Kemper) was turning into a teen. Then it was 16 and a driver license and car. Then 18 graduating college. 21 was l e g a l drinking age.
I also remember something that has gone by the wayside; the RCA and Columbia House record club. This was a way to get your music cheap. You would send in a penny and choose 11 albums and they would send them to you. Over the next year you had to buy a certain number at regular price. They would send you a packet every month, and you had to mail back the card if you didn't want that month's selection or else it would be sent to you and you had to pay. At that time the selection was reel-to-reel, album, 8-track or cassette.
I remember my first car had an 8 track player. I believe I kept that for about 2 years before changing it over to cassette, and with the addition of some more speakers (with some help from a friend at Kemper-Temple I'm talking about you.).
8 Tracks were something that would just keep playing, were smaller than albums, but bigger than cassettes. At the time, auto re-wind and play were still not yet known.
I remember my pretty church youth teacher (who I had a crush on) had a blue Firebird with t-tops and a cassette deck. She turned me onto the more modern music (Chicago, Doobie Brothers). Some more memories every time I hear those groups.
I think back to the music, the tv variety shows, three channels and if the president was on, he was on all of them. But then I also remember playing games with my parents. Being outside catching fireflies, reading books and using my imagination-a tree house that was transformed into whatever I could imagine. I remember climbing trees, staying out until it got dark and my mom rang the dinner bell for me to come home.
So see; I do have memories not necessary of Kemper. I also believe that I lived the best of times during those. Everything made sense. The music was music. The tv shows were great. Yeah I know; I look back and think 'why did I like that?' I could, except I still like 98% of what I watched then, even now. WKRP In Cincinnati is still without a doubt one of the best. And the Thanksgiving episode... OMG. Welcome Back Kotter, the Love Boat, Fantasy Island, Love, American Style. The great thing about those times was that if you missed an episodes or were away at a military school where you didn't have TV, during the summer, they re-ran the episodes, and it was like I was seeing them for the first time!
Though I am very happy with my cds and dvds and satellite radio and tv, there is still a part of me that thinks back to those days. And I remember.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Samantha Sang: Emotion
Its amazing what you remember when you hear an old song; Emotion by Samantha Sang.
This is one of those disco/70s song that I love. Well at Kemper I had the album-Yes a vinyl record. The cover was a picture of Samantha Sang looking good. Well a friend from way south of the border, I can't remember if Gomez-diaz was from Guatemala or Honduras. In any case, Gomez was one of the nicest people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. He wanted the album. I am not sure if it was for the music or the picture. I think I may have sold it to him for $10 and a poster.
I had that poster for a long time after that, but eventually it went away also. The poster would be considered a motivational one; I can't describe it nor can I tell you the exact wording. But the memory of that poster, the memory of my friend and that whole transaction all come back when I hear that song. It was a time of my life that I never forget, nor want to. It sustains me through the crazy and hectic days of the here and now.
This is one of those disco/70s song that I love. Well at Kemper I had the album-Yes a vinyl record. The cover was a picture of Samantha Sang looking good. Well a friend from way south of the border, I can't remember if Gomez-diaz was from Guatemala or Honduras. In any case, Gomez was one of the nicest people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. He wanted the album. I am not sure if it was for the music or the picture. I think I may have sold it to him for $10 and a poster.
I had that poster for a long time after that, but eventually it went away also. The poster would be considered a motivational one; I can't describe it nor can I tell you the exact wording. But the memory of that poster, the memory of my friend and that whole transaction all come back when I hear that song. It was a time of my life that I never forget, nor want to. It sustains me through the crazy and hectic days of the here and now.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
The Auctioneer and An Old Boy Can Survive
There are some things that just stay with you. I was talking with Caldwell and reminded him that I remember him and Randy wright lip syncing to The Auctioneer at Kemper. This was way before it was cool or karaoke or anything. They were just having fun making up their own dance moves. I also remember Randy re-writing A Country Boy Can Survive to An Old Boy Can Survive. I wish he had written it down and saved it. I know he included George and I in it, or at least Ohio and Glasgow.
I use my time at Kemper and how I was raised a yardstick for kids these days. In some ways they have it so much easier, so many toys; both the boys and girls body's maturing so fast. Thinking they are grown up. At Kemper we knew we were mature, but we were also kids. In some ways I think we were better off than any kids these days. What we were 'taught' is something that I can't really explain.
I do remember some 'adult' magazines making their way through companies. But also comic books and paperback books. That was something that I actually looked forward to pulling OD Duty. There was usually a couple of paperback books in the desk, That was where I got hooked on a series; that until a few years ago, I had only read the first book. Again, that book along with others, stayed with me.
Why do I talk about Kemper? Why am I protected of Kemper? If you have to ask then you don't and won't understand,.
Some Old Boys don't want to remember how they were. Or admit they were someway in their wild and woolly days. Trying to re-write their history. Fail. You can lie to you wife, kids... but we know and remember Granted there were no cell phone cameras or videos (thank God) but to deny that you didn't play Rat Patrol, and all that stuff isn't gonna cut it. I remember it. No, my memory isn't wrong, as you can tell, when it comes to Kemper, I am walking historian of my time there. And yeah, I am dam proud of that fact.
I use my time at Kemper and how I was raised a yardstick for kids these days. In some ways they have it so much easier, so many toys; both the boys and girls body's maturing so fast. Thinking they are grown up. At Kemper we knew we were mature, but we were also kids. In some ways I think we were better off than any kids these days. What we were 'taught' is something that I can't really explain.
I do remember some 'adult' magazines making their way through companies. But also comic books and paperback books. That was something that I actually looked forward to pulling OD Duty. There was usually a couple of paperback books in the desk, That was where I got hooked on a series; that until a few years ago, I had only read the first book. Again, that book along with others, stayed with me.
Why do I talk about Kemper? Why am I protected of Kemper? If you have to ask then you don't and won't understand,.
Some Old Boys don't want to remember how they were. Or admit they were someway in their wild and woolly days. Trying to re-write their history. Fail. You can lie to you wife, kids... but we know and remember Granted there were no cell phone cameras or videos (thank God) but to deny that you didn't play Rat Patrol, and all that stuff isn't gonna cut it. I remember it. No, my memory isn't wrong, as you can tell, when it comes to Kemper, I am walking historian of my time there. And yeah, I am dam proud of that fact.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Rondo soda
Its interesting to hear people say what they wouldn't do. The argument being 'I won't drink warm soda'. Back in the day of my first year at Kemper, your footlocker was yours. You could put a blanket on the top of whatever you kept in there, and as long as you made it look nice, it was ok. I would get CARE packages which included Rondo soda-similar to Mountain Dew. Also cookies and other goodies. So I would drink warm soda, as you had no choice.
That is something that I have come to understand which makes those of us who, in my opinion, who fully embraced Kemper, understand. We do things which we have no choice, we adapt, we make do with what we have. We are Kemper. We are survivors.
That is something that I have come to understand which makes those of us who, in my opinion, who fully embraced Kemper, understand. We do things which we have no choice, we adapt, we make do with what we have. We are Kemper. We are survivors.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Fast Food Service Industry
Ok, this post will not be about Kemper or home or anything like that. It will be about my fast food days.
While I worked at the Missourian, I also had to work at night. The only place I could really find work would be in the fast food industry. I applied at snajajob to work at the local Captain D's and got an almost immediate response to come in for an interview. I did, and a about a week later I was offered the job. I told them I wouldn't be able to get there until 5:30, working at the Missourian, I closed at 5 pm. Not a problem they said.
The point I want to focus on, is actually one of the asst. managers. I wish I could remember his name, but he looked like a miniature Allan Jackson; and had more than some redneck in him. Even he called himself white trash, which at times I might have agreed with, but there was much that offset that.
When we worked together, he would work. I mean hard. No problem from me, but others.... He said something that was very profound for someone around 25; he was there to work. To get a paycheck for him and his family. He had 2 kids and got his girlfriend pregnant again before I left Captain D's. But he worked hard and he said he wasn't there to make friends. I understood exactly what he was talking about from Kemper. Eventually it would be he and I after 8 pm. The manager was trying to keep costs down, so after the slow down, there would only be 2 people after 8 pm, as we closed at 9. But trust me, there were times, when it wasn't slow. Those were the times when I saw what he was made of. He worked. He did whatever needed to be done and got it done. You might find that I point that out as something unusual. With the exception of working at 5 Guys, where you had a 5-6 man crew, I would stack up his work against anything else. I told him so. I said that I would work for him anytime, anywhere. And there were times when he needed me not to clock in, as costs were high. Or stay later when we got a rush. That was never a problem. I respected him. Wish I could say that about a lot of the fast food managers I worked for. There are good ones out there, but there are also some bad ones. In any case...
He also knew that I shared the hard work idea; which also meant we had fun when we could. There was a time, it had just passed 8, and I hadn't started to drain the grease when this man came in and I started to hear over the speakers the order. I thought my manger was joking. It was like 30 pieces of fish, 10 chicken strips, fries, etc...a damn big order. I poked my head through the window to get confirmation that I was hearing him right, and he nodded. The guy apologized for a big order, but I shrugged it off. As I said, we were dead, I hadn't started any break down, and the man was understanding it was going to take some time to do the order.
Amazingly, no one else came in, and I got the order out with some help from my manager. As we were bagging everything up, my manager reaches through and says here. He handed me a ten-dollar bill. I poked my head through the window again. The man had given both my manager and myself a ten. I nodded my thank you and he said it wasn't from him but from his mother-in-law, but he appreciated everything we did. That was the biggest single tip I ever got, aside from working pizza delivery. And after he left, my manager helped me start to break things down as we were running behind. When it was he and I, we could get everything cleaned and ready to go by 11 pm. That is damn good for 2 people and working with the equipment we had.
I worked at Domino's as a delivery driver and had some memorable experiences there. When I worked at the Missourian, there was no time that I wasn't working a second job at night in the food service industry. I started at Captain D's and was there until they closed. Then I got a job at Dairy Queen. Then finally I ended at 5 Guys.
Any 5 Guys you go to will be some of the cleanest and healthiest places to eat at. I met a lot of kids working fast food. A few oldsters like me also. But something I found humorous was right before I left Columbia for Kansas City.
5 Guys, in my opinion, is ranked up there as a good business to work for. They have great trainers that travel around and help open stores and so they do and meet exactly how the 5 Guys corporate want them too. Like McD's I am sure. And, the majority are young kids.
There was this one kid at 5 Guys. Tall, lanky, black guy. A bit of player. Nice guy, also hard worker. But still given the chance to slack off...in any case, I liked working with him. He made the time go by and as I said, he was also a hard worker. I think he was 24, and had a brush or two with the 'po-po.' But as I was leaving I made the comment that I couldn't wait until I was in Kansas City as I would only be working 1 job. He asked me what I meant.
"I get up at 5:30. Go to the gym, shower and get ready to be at the Missourian by 8 am so I could open. Then I was there until 5, then I got off, changed and was at 5 Guys by 5:30. I was there until at least 11 or 11:30 depending on when we got out. Then I would get to bed by 12. Then start the whole process over the next day. I worked 5 out 7 days."
He looked at me, "And how old are you?"
I was usually the oldest on any crew I worked with very few exceptions; "How old do you think I am?"
He guessed wrong, and I told him "I'm 48."
He was shocked and impressed. I wasn't as fast as he was on some things, but I could hold my own. Then when he found out everything else I was doing, he just shook his head. He couldn't believe it. He would be another I'd work with and for.
I think everyone should work pizza delivery and fast food. It gives you a perspective that nothing else will. I was lucky with everyone I ever worked with as I learned something about them and myself.
So my advice; don't get upset if your order is wrong. Don't get mad if you have to wait a bit as someone new is learning the register. You don't know their story. Whenever I go to a fast food restaurant, I never get upset or mad; I check my order and let them know if its wrong or I am missing something. Someone new working the counter, I just smile and wait. I have been there. Another thing; when you order, smile back at them. Trust me, if you have been working 6 hours without a break, a smile and some understanding goes along way.
Another time at Captain D's; we would always get this one woman every Thursday at 8:15. Like clockwork. And she would usually order the same thing. Because she was a regular we took care of her. If we had extra fish or chicken, she would get an extra. No charge, not that she ever tipped, but she always came in, was nice, and understood if we rushed before her. That earned her a place in our good graces.
I am very thankful for all the bosses who gave me a chance. For the trainers who taught me what I needed to know and do. For my co-workers who made the time bearable and even fun at time. And to the customers who were understanding and easy going when we were rushed.
I learned the most important things about myself and what I could do while working fast food.
While I worked at the Missourian, I also had to work at night. The only place I could really find work would be in the fast food industry. I applied at snajajob to work at the local Captain D's and got an almost immediate response to come in for an interview. I did, and a about a week later I was offered the job. I told them I wouldn't be able to get there until 5:30, working at the Missourian, I closed at 5 pm. Not a problem they said.
The point I want to focus on, is actually one of the asst. managers. I wish I could remember his name, but he looked like a miniature Allan Jackson; and had more than some redneck in him. Even he called himself white trash, which at times I might have agreed with, but there was much that offset that.
When we worked together, he would work. I mean hard. No problem from me, but others.... He said something that was very profound for someone around 25; he was there to work. To get a paycheck for him and his family. He had 2 kids and got his girlfriend pregnant again before I left Captain D's. But he worked hard and he said he wasn't there to make friends. I understood exactly what he was talking about from Kemper. Eventually it would be he and I after 8 pm. The manager was trying to keep costs down, so after the slow down, there would only be 2 people after 8 pm, as we closed at 9. But trust me, there were times, when it wasn't slow. Those were the times when I saw what he was made of. He worked. He did whatever needed to be done and got it done. You might find that I point that out as something unusual. With the exception of working at 5 Guys, where you had a 5-6 man crew, I would stack up his work against anything else. I told him so. I said that I would work for him anytime, anywhere. And there were times when he needed me not to clock in, as costs were high. Or stay later when we got a rush. That was never a problem. I respected him. Wish I could say that about a lot of the fast food managers I worked for. There are good ones out there, but there are also some bad ones. In any case...
He also knew that I shared the hard work idea; which also meant we had fun when we could. There was a time, it had just passed 8, and I hadn't started to drain the grease when this man came in and I started to hear over the speakers the order. I thought my manger was joking. It was like 30 pieces of fish, 10 chicken strips, fries, etc...a damn big order. I poked my head through the window to get confirmation that I was hearing him right, and he nodded. The guy apologized for a big order, but I shrugged it off. As I said, we were dead, I hadn't started any break down, and the man was understanding it was going to take some time to do the order.
Amazingly, no one else came in, and I got the order out with some help from my manager. As we were bagging everything up, my manager reaches through and says here. He handed me a ten-dollar bill. I poked my head through the window again. The man had given both my manager and myself a ten. I nodded my thank you and he said it wasn't from him but from his mother-in-law, but he appreciated everything we did. That was the biggest single tip I ever got, aside from working pizza delivery. And after he left, my manager helped me start to break things down as we were running behind. When it was he and I, we could get everything cleaned and ready to go by 11 pm. That is damn good for 2 people and working with the equipment we had.
I worked at Domino's as a delivery driver and had some memorable experiences there. When I worked at the Missourian, there was no time that I wasn't working a second job at night in the food service industry. I started at Captain D's and was there until they closed. Then I got a job at Dairy Queen. Then finally I ended at 5 Guys.
Any 5 Guys you go to will be some of the cleanest and healthiest places to eat at. I met a lot of kids working fast food. A few oldsters like me also. But something I found humorous was right before I left Columbia for Kansas City.
5 Guys, in my opinion, is ranked up there as a good business to work for. They have great trainers that travel around and help open stores and so they do and meet exactly how the 5 Guys corporate want them too. Like McD's I am sure. And, the majority are young kids.
There was this one kid at 5 Guys. Tall, lanky, black guy. A bit of player. Nice guy, also hard worker. But still given the chance to slack off...in any case, I liked working with him. He made the time go by and as I said, he was also a hard worker. I think he was 24, and had a brush or two with the 'po-po.' But as I was leaving I made the comment that I couldn't wait until I was in Kansas City as I would only be working 1 job. He asked me what I meant.
"I get up at 5:30. Go to the gym, shower and get ready to be at the Missourian by 8 am so I could open. Then I was there until 5, then I got off, changed and was at 5 Guys by 5:30. I was there until at least 11 or 11:30 depending on when we got out. Then I would get to bed by 12. Then start the whole process over the next day. I worked 5 out 7 days."
He looked at me, "And how old are you?"
I was usually the oldest on any crew I worked with very few exceptions; "How old do you think I am?"
He guessed wrong, and I told him "I'm 48."
He was shocked and impressed. I wasn't as fast as he was on some things, but I could hold my own. Then when he found out everything else I was doing, he just shook his head. He couldn't believe it. He would be another I'd work with and for.
I think everyone should work pizza delivery and fast food. It gives you a perspective that nothing else will. I was lucky with everyone I ever worked with as I learned something about them and myself.
So my advice; don't get upset if your order is wrong. Don't get mad if you have to wait a bit as someone new is learning the register. You don't know their story. Whenever I go to a fast food restaurant, I never get upset or mad; I check my order and let them know if its wrong or I am missing something. Someone new working the counter, I just smile and wait. I have been there. Another thing; when you order, smile back at them. Trust me, if you have been working 6 hours without a break, a smile and some understanding goes along way.
Another time at Captain D's; we would always get this one woman every Thursday at 8:15. Like clockwork. And she would usually order the same thing. Because she was a regular we took care of her. If we had extra fish or chicken, she would get an extra. No charge, not that she ever tipped, but she always came in, was nice, and understood if we rushed before her. That earned her a place in our good graces.
I am very thankful for all the bosses who gave me a chance. For the trainers who taught me what I needed to know and do. For my co-workers who made the time bearable and even fun at time. And to the customers who were understanding and easy going when we were rushed.
I learned the most important things about myself and what I could do while working fast food.
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