Wednesday, June 19, 2013

The Incredible Ms. C


The Incredible Ms. C

Susie and I had been in California for about a year and a half when Ms. C hobbled in to our life. The hobbling explanation is coming. We had just bought our first home in CA that summer (first home in CA, how crazy is that?) and we had no idea how our new neighbor would impact our world.

Penny Contreras lived beside us in a small home in Oakhurst, CA that she had purchased about 6 months before us. She was a recently widowed lady from Fresno who like us, loved the mountains and refused to be a “flatlander”. She didn’t want to just visit the Sierra’s; she wanted to co-exist with them. Her husband had recently passed away and they had both enjoyed it so much up here, that she made the move.  Plus, her husband was laid to rest a few miles north of town on the road heading toward Yosemite and she wanted to be able to be near him.  Her family questioned the move, not unlike ours, and could not understand why anyone would want to live up here.  The mountain’s can be a magnet.

From the first introduction, Susie and Penny became the best of friends. I’ll go out on a limb and say that Susie never had a better friend. From that day forward, Penny and Susie were in separable. Penny had hip replacement surgery that fall, and Susie became her go-to-gal. Susie checked on her everyday and was at her beck and call 24/7. She would walk over to Penny’s after we ate supper and help her out with washing the dishes, cleaning up the house or whatever needed to be taken care of. Susie loved to help out, because Penny loved her right back. I carried wood pellets into the house for her stove and swept the leaves off her roof, not because I felt she was needy, but because I wanted to. Penny watched after Susie when I was out of town and this was my way of returning her favor.

On most Monday’s, I was out of town and Monday’s became “Dinner at Penny’s” for Susie and Penny. They would get together sometimes at our house, but mostly at Penny’s. Dinner, conversation and wine seemed to be the usual menu. Penny’s hip never did “get right” and it was easier for Susie to walk 100 yards to Penny’s house than visa versa.  Most weeks, besides Monday’s, we seemed to eat at least one meal a week with Penny on her back deck. She would never let us buy the food, but she would have us cook for her. Penny always kept cold Pacifico beers in the fridge for me and I could always count on Penny saying, “ You need a beer, dear?” whenever I was cooking. The “Monday’s with Penny” bond was so ingrained with the two of them, that after we moved back to Texas, they talked every Monday at 7:00 PM sharp to go over their week’s activities. Monday dinners morphed into Saturday night dinners and then the semi annual Seafood Spectacular was born. All seafood was represented at this event, from salmon to scallops. Susie, the anti seafood culinaryist (I think I just invented a new word) became a seafood aficionado on one of these occasions. Stranger things, I do not believe, exist.

Although Penny had a much bigger impact on Susie, she affected me also. Penny used to write a blog called “A View From the Rocker”, and her musings of life in general gave me the idea to do the same. She gave me rave reviews on my first blog and probably kept me going. For a long time she was the only reader it seemed, but she gave me the encouragement to write how I felt.

Leaving Penny and moving back to Texas was one of the toughest things we ever did. The morning we left, Penny walked all the way over to the house to say goodbye. Susie told her, “I told myself I wouldn’t cry”, but they both bawled like lost calves.  I felt like such a heel for moving us away from Penny, but I kept telling myself it was the right move. About a year or so after we were back in Texas, Susie went back to Oakhurst for a two-week visit. Penny paid for the flight to Fresno and even bought Susie a first class ticket. The whole time Susie was in California, I kept thinking that I wished I were there too. Penny needed us and we needed Penny.

I think our happiest days were after I found out that I had got the job in California and we were moving back. I would listen to Penny and Susie talk on Monday’s and I could just feel the joy in Susie’s voice. About a month or two after I got the job, Penny fell and broke her hip. She was by herself on the floor in her living room for several hours until someone heard her yelling and called 911. She was in the hospital and rehab for 2-3 weeks before she came home to Oakhurst. I stopped by to see her and was shocked to see how she looked. She put on the good face and said she was doing fine, but I didn’t buy it. Susie and I struggled for about 3 more months and finally were able to sell our Texas house and get moved back to California. Susie and Penny picked up where they left off and you would never know we had been gone for three years.

It seemed that right after she started making progress with her hip, Penny had knee replacement surgery. I don’t know how she managed without Susie. Another of Penny’s friend, Judi, helped out also and the two of them, Susie and Judi, somehow managed. While all of this is happening, Penny realizes she needs shoulder surgery. When it rains it, pours.  Her quality of life became worse and the happy, cheery Penny soon became tired and cranky Penny. When Penny felt bad, Susie was the mirror image of her. I could see the strain in Susie and I knew that time would make a difference and the old Penny would be home soon.

A few weeks ago Susie called me awhile I was working and I could feel the worried tone in her voice. She said she had called an ambulance and was taking Penny to the hospital in Fresno. When I got to the hospital that afternoon, she had been in surgery for about an hour. She came out of it in relatively good shape and we knew she would have a long recovery, but all was good. The next day sounded encouraging and we started planning her rehab stint.

Penny passed away the next morning. She was strong until the end and it finally became more than she could handle. As the family gathered in the room with her in those final moments, we all just quietly talked and everyone tried to look composed. When Penny’s time was up, I looked around the room for a few seconds and tried to keep my own composure. I didn’t want to remember her like this. I had never seen anyone die before and the moment was so surreal. Just a few days ago, Penny had been struggling, but she was recovering. Now, I just could not believe she was gone.

Susie and I took a little time off last week and went to the coast for a few days. Penny loved the Central Coast and wine tasting. Susie and her went to Paso Robles and Cambria when they could and always had a big time. Kind of weird how we planned this trip before she passed and here we were, traveling to one of Penny’s favorite spots.  After the drive up California 1 from Big Sur to San Francisco, and then over to Sonoma and Napa, Susie and I were sitting in our back yard talking about our trip. Susie and Penny would always discuss the week’s events and Penny loved to hear about our adventures in our new homeland of California. Susie held a
 tear back and painfully said, ”I don’t have anyone to tell about my trip now.” 



Everyone, if even for a moment, should have a friend like Ms. C. 

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Best Music Ever Made - Rock 101


Best In Show

People love lists. They just relish the thought of counting out the top to the bottom or the best of the year. We love to hand out power rankings and I fall into that group with pride.

 Music has always been a contest of biggest selling, highest attendance or loudest amps, and so it should be. Most aficionados will have a favorite song, but that can change more often than a woman’s mind. To give people something to talk about and keep the women out there flip flopping, here we go…..

Best Group In History (Rock  Division)

This is a tough one to say the least, but it is easily transcribed due to the fact that there really hasn’t been much music made since the early 80’s.

1.    Led Zeppelin                                
2.    Pink Floyd                                     
3.    Eagles                                              
4.    Steely Dan                                     
5.    Deep Purple
6.    Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
7.    Rush
8.    AC/DC
9.    Tom Petty
10. Yes

Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re muttering. “No Beatles? No Rolling Stones?” I’m sorry, but I consider a lot of the Beatles recordings as pop music. At least the first several years were. The later stuff like the White Album changed things, but a little too late. Can I be as bold as to say the drug use changed them. For the better. Face it, if MTV were around when the Beatles were rollin’, they would have been like Michael Jackson. The Rolling Stones would have the following of Duran Duran.



You have to throw in a few honorable mentions, because the 70’s takes up a lot of space and it is accepted world wide that the 70’s was the greatest decade for music. Plus, I needed more space in my list…
 Honorable Mention
  1. Boston
  2. Foghat
  3. Lynyrd Skynyrd
  4. Marshall Tucker Band
  5. Van Halen
  6. ZZ Top
  7. Doobie Brothers
  8. The Byrds
  9. Allman Brothers Band
  10. Grand Funk



                                                           

I am sure a good portion of you are already saying ,“Tim! Buddy! Are you inhaling?”  THIS IS MY LIST. Go get your own damn list.

The next list is Best Guitar Solo’s or just plain old good guitar licks. Through my infinite musical prowess, I have made a management decision that a person or group can make the list even if they do not make the “Best Group” list. Once again, my list. Deal with it…

            
 Best Guitar Solo’s or Riff’s

1.    Stevie Ray Vaughn- “Tightrope”, “Couldn’t Stand the Weather”, plus any other damn thing he played.
2.    Pink Floyd-“Comfortably Numb”- David Gilmour. Not a fast heavy tune, but more of a flowing river.
3.    Eagles- “Hotel California” Joe Walsh and Don Felder. Eagles at their best.
4.    Boston- “Hitch a Ride”-Just take a listen. Pretty good stuff…
5.    Steely Dan-“My Old School”. Not the kind of group you think of for guitar licks, but pretty good stuff, none the less.
6.    Montrose- “Space Station #5- Ronnie Montrose deserves a spot.
7.    Van Halen-“Eruption” and “Unchained” – Eddie’s a man…
8.    AC/DC-“Get It Hot”, “Back In Black”- Early stuff and the later stuff for Angus Young. Malcolm Young deserves a nod too.
9.    Led Zeppelin- “The Ocean, Rock N Roll, Moby Dick, Kashmir” Jimmy Page is so complex. Best stuff was in the studio
10. Almann Brothers Band- “Jessica”, “One Way Out”, “Whipping Post”- Dickie Betts and Duane Almann are southern rock at the top.

Honorable Mention
           1. Foghat- "Stone Blue”
           2. Grand Funk-“American Band
           3. Joe Walsh-“Rocky Mountain Way”
           4. Fabulous Thunderbirds-“Look At That”
           5. ZZ Top-“La Grange”, “Thunderbird”,
6. Crosby, Stills and Nash- “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes”
7. Cream-“Sunshine of My Love”
8. Edgar Winter Band-“Frankenstein”
9. Jimmy Hendrix-“Purple Haze”
10. Metallica-“Enter Sandman”

                 
This was a hell of a lot harder than I thought it would be to put together. I bet I made 20 changes to it in 3-4 different amendments. I would hear a song on the radio or be listen to a song on You-Tube and have to go back and re-arrange. Before I started my list, I bounced ideas and notions off of people. A California friend of mine asked me, “Fabulous Thunderbirds? Who the hell are they?” What do you do with that kind of response.? You enlighten the un-enlightened. A co-worker of mine who is a bit younger than me asked me about Rage Against The Machine. You know hard it is to keep from rolling your eyes at a clearly un-informed and sheltered child of the 90’s?

I am so glad I grew up when I did. Except for disco and new wave (even though some of it was a little bit of a toe-tapper), the music of my peeps was everlasting. We got to hear rock music mold itself to songs that never get old. We witnessed “progressive” and “cosmic” country develop into genres that easily wafted back and forth like that wave of pot smoke that we will never admit to.

I hope these two lists take you back a way’s and inspire you to come up with your own list. Maybe we can have a list of singers, male and/or female or one for each gender. Hey, there’s no rules in this game. No list is 100% accurate and people will find faults. Hey, it’s the American way. Rock on dude.


Thursday, January 24, 2013

Okay Jerry. Enough's, enough...


Alright Jerry. Enough’s enough….


Jerry Jones was interviewed a few weeks ago by Bob Costas and asked if he would fire himself as the general manager of the Cowboys. Jerry replied that he was the one that had to look himself in the mirror each day and live with any shortcomings. Apparently Jerry’s vision is a little off or he can’t see through the fog.

The Cowboy’s have become the whipping boy of the NFL. Alright, they’re really not that bad; the problem is they are not that good.  Who else besides me is tired of buying Cowboy gear, supporting Jerry and his overpaid “players”? We buy the t-shirts and shoes. We eat the pizza and drink the soft drinks, but in the end, what do we get in return? The Cowboy’s charge $29.95 to stand in the end zone and $50.00 to park.

Jerry used to come out to the field at the end of the game, glad-handing and slapping people on the back. He thought he was the brains and the reason for the limited success. I’ve noticed lately he don’t come aroun’ no mo’. Heat in the kitchen getting’ a little to hot for you Jerr??? Of course, he’ll blame it on someone else and hire another head coach.  But he won’t fire the general manager. Hell, even George Steinbrenner, the pain in the ass he was, had the smarts to hire someone to run the Yankee’s. 

Unfortunately Jerry Jones is just another example of “Since I got all the money, I got all the answers.” See George Steinbrenner. I’ve seen way to many people like this in my years to buy this act.  Jerry was a big fish in a small pond in his younger days, made a few good business decisions and now he thinks he’s a “football guy.” Bill Parcell’s could have saved this team if Jerry would have let him, but alas, Jerry’s ego took over. How many owners in the NFL have the same problem Jerry has? Ask the Patriot’s and Robert Kraft. Don’t ask the Raiders and the former Al Davis, may he rest in peace. 

Maybe Jerry’s kids (no pun intended, but kind of funny anyway..) will use a more common sense approach when Daddy gives them the keys.  Maybe the mistakes of the past will become the lessons of the future for the Jone’s clan. 

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Wow! What A Year!


Wow! What a Year!!

What happened to 2012? One minute I’m in North Texas and the next minute I’m in the California Sierra’s. Life sure can fly by when you blink.

Susie and I started the year with a new job for both of us. Mine was working as an independent rep for the Bo Brown Company and her new occupation was President and CEO of “Moving Tim and Susie to California Inc.” By now (and also unfortunately) we have become pretty damn good at moving, having moved 3 times in about 4 years. It’s funny, (at least to my nimble brain I find the humor), but the stress becomes a little less, the more you do it. Hah. Sucker! It gets worse the older you get! I promised her this was the last time we strike camp and move.

When the offer came along to work for Bo and move back to California, we were both excited and a little apprehensive at first. I had coveted this position several years ago, but I was a little late in my reaction time and I did not want to get my dreams dashed again. When I heard it was open again, I jumped at the chance and everything fell into place for me. I went from a great job with Motomco to a super great job with Bo. I now work California and Arizona representing 8 awesome horse and livestock lines, plus I get to work with some super people.  Being independent and paying my own expenses has had a learning curve to get beyond, but I’m better at it now than I was a year ago. I’ve gone from Hampton Inn to Best Western and Outback to McDonald’s, but being independent is definitely where it’s at.

The weather change was the easiest switch for us. Our first morning back in California greeted us with a 50-degree morning. Toss in a high of 80 and no humidity and I’m a happy camper. I was working around Santa Barbara in July one week and the temperature was in the 60’s during the afternoon. Hard to beat.  The San Joaquin Valley and Fresno area can still get pretty toasty for a few months each year, but at least it’s a dry heat. Ha. It’s still 105 no matter how you slice it. My saving grace is that I get to travel to different areas of the state and get a little bit of a reprieve from the heat during the summer.


One of the great added values to living where we do is the abundance of agriculture. The San Joaquin Valley runs through the middle of the state and grows an overwhelmingly majority of the produce that the US and parts of the world consume. I will never get tired of driving through almond and walnut orchards. The miles and miles of grape vineyards is still amazing to me and driving through roads lined with pistachio and olive tree’s makes me glad we are here. The first time I drove past acres of tomato, artichoke, garlic and lettuce fields, my mind was boggled. It is still hard to believe that these foods being grown in my backyard, will be feeding people thousands of miles away. Even the early morning smell of dairy cow manure wafting through the fog can be refreshing. Well, sort of anyway.  

Living in the Sierra’s is the crown jewel of my existence now. Like Susie say’s, even the view of the mountains from the grocery store parking lot is pretty awesome. I will never tire of driving up the hill from Fresno to Oakhurst on my way home. I seem to decompress as I make the trek home in the afternoon. I guess my fixation with the mountains is pretty well implanted thanks to my Mom and Dad. Mom must have caught the bug when she went to college in Colorado and I think Dad was infected while he interned during and after college. As a youngster, they would always drag us to the mountains for summer vacation. Like most kids of that age, I probably didn’t appreciate my circumstances like I should have, but I think that is where the wanderlust of the mountains began to draw me in. Some would say that I have completely lost my mind, but ever since those days of being surrounded by the pine trees and aspens, I told myself that I would live here one day.  Well, that day is here and we couldn’t be happier.

 Making a move like we have done is challenging to say the least. People are different and attitudes change as much as the geography did. I will never have a true “West Coast Attitude” and my Texas accent is here to stay. As much as I miss Whataburger cheeseburgers and a Taco Cabana carne guisada taco, I am beginning to like In & Out burgers and fish tacos. Who knows, maybe I can change a few of these California nuts minds about barbeque. Stranger things have happened.

John Muir once said, “The mountains are calling and I must go.” I hope I will live the rest of my days out among these mountains and pines.