Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Thoughts from a Native Son


Did you ever ponder upon the changes that society has undergone in the last few decades. Did you ever yearn for the way things used to be. Think about it for a minute. It wasn’t that long ago when men were men, women were women, regardless of whether or not they were good or bad people. One thing you could count on was that gender lines were pretty clear. When a person’s gender was in question they weren’t typically accepted in society and were typically pitied, or laughed at in a good humored way.
Did you ever wonder when exactly it was that children could no longer play on their neighborhood streets without adult protection? When you were a kid didn’t you get to wonder down to your friend’s house for hours at a time without your parents having to deliver you, have positive hand-off to another adult, and then return to pick you up? Would you think about such actions today for more than a split second?
In my youth and even later as a young man words had consequences. You could pretty much say what you wanted as long as you were willing to stand behind what you said. In fact, you were expected to stand by your words. If you didn’t you weren’t tolerated very long. It was to be expected for a fellow to knock your pud in the dirt when you got in his face and were offensive; in fact you were respected if you did and considered to be something less than manly if you didn’t. If a man were disrespectful to a woman all men present stood up in her defense whether they knew her or not. By the same token, inappropriate conduct by a woman pretty much set her outside the protective boundaries of polite society. Today I find that many, possibly most people respect me because they know that I stand by my word. By the same token I’ve been told more than once that adults many fear me because they know I stand by word. The irony is that there seems to be growing numbers at senior levels that fear rather than respect a man of integrity.
In the fifties and earlier moral issues were pretty much black and white, everyone knew where the line was drawn. The difference between then and now is that we still know where the lines are drawn, but in many cases society in general doesn’t care if you cross the line; and in most cases there is no temporal penalty if you cross it. Now I suspect that my generation gets a fair share of credit for much of the change in this area; I mean the sixties surly fall into our collective laps.
Through my formative years as a young half-breed Indian in Oklahoma I was taught that this was the land of the free, home of the brave, a land of promise, and that the “American Dream” was alive and well if one was simply willing to work for it. It seems that the phrase du joir is “entitlement”. It appears that somewhere along the line we’ve lost the concept and expectation that we are expected to “earn” our slice of Americana; and in its place is the idea that “everyone is entitled” to anything-everything without lifting a finger to earn it.
About now you’re wondering where this meandering diatribe is leading. It’s simply this. I believe that voting is both a responsibility and a privilege. Throughout our ancestry in every generation in “all” branches of our family free thinking men of our family, all the way back to your 5th Great-Grandfather who served under General George Washington, have risked there all to ensure you have the privilege, the responsibility to vote. It’s not an entitlement, someone who came before you earned and re-earned it time and again and passed it along to you as a sacred privilege. Don’t squander what they have worked hard to give to you.
As you exercise this gift, think about the things that I’ve discussed above. Think about the fundamental bedrock moral issues, not the trendy hype that all politicians (both republican and democrat) spin into their campaign. Think about where they stand on morale issues like what constitutes a marriage and should a third trimester abortion be allowed. Think about where, when, and how they use the word “entitlement” and determine if entitlements are earned or simply expected as a gift from our society/government. Keep in mind someone has to pay for those gifts. Think about the early years of our nation’s history and just how long it actually took for Americans to first declare themselves a nation, then to in fact make it so. That didn’t happen overnight. Ask yourself, did George Washington and the rest of our founding fathers have an exit strategy when they entered into the revolutionary war? Or did they in fact have only one clear goal in mind, “Freedom” for “all” men. Now ask yourself what that means to us as a nation and you as a citizen of that nation today. When you’ve done that, walk into the Voting Booth with your head held high and vote for the candidates that the combination of your heart and your head tell you to vote. If you do, it won’t matter to me who you voted for, only that you gave it your best shot and in fact acted upon your responsibility as citizens of this Grand Land and a member of this family.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

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I've decided to follow my kids and my baby brothers (...Baby... he's in his mid 40's) lead and enter into the 21st century with a blog page. Back about 10-12 years ago I used to write all of you on a near weekly basis, even though most of you never wrote back. Well, here's the 21st Century version of those letter, enjoy. So for any of you reading out there, this is dedicated to my "family" and is meant for all of my extended family. Those of you related by blood and those of you who are related by fellowship. I don't know why, but sometimes these are closer relationships than some family members. At any rate, here's to all my "Kith and Kin!"

For those of you who know me, you know that my Dad, HallaWeSheMo, in his own words, was a builder of beautiful bodies. To him this meant two things, his kids and his cars. We weren't always sure which took precedence, but we always knew we were in the top two (... not quite true, but sometimes we wondered if we weren't #2). For many, many years I have wanted to take a vehicle and restore it from the ground up, much like Dad did. Some how or other life always got in the way. Well, I'm at the cusp of achieving that goal. A lot of credit goes to the love of my life for allowing me to redirect household dollars that I'm sure she would have rather seen go elsewhere; and a fair amount of credit goes to my #3 son, Hy, who found the vehicle that became the start of this project. This has been just about two years in the making and now looks like it will make its debut in the next week to 10 days.

The first year was mainly spent in dreaming about it. Hy found my 59 Chevy Apache pickup, I bought it, and it sat for a year or more. I finally drove to Kansas and brought it back here to Arizona this time last year. My plan was to get it drivable and then slowly fix this, then that, and spread the expense across several years. My original plan was first the drive train, then the brakes, then the interior, then maybe some suspension work, and finally the body.

So much for the plans of "mice and men." First the I discovered that the clutch was worn out and needed replacing. I really wanted an auto transmission any way, so I decided to convert to the automatic transmission that had originally came with the 1967 327 cubic inch high performance Corvette engine that was in the truck when I bought it. Then I discovered that the Chevy 350 automatic transmission had rusted over the years and needed a complete rebuild.

Next, the carburetor died, and while repairing the carburetor I discovered the manifold had a crack and needed replacing.

The brakes were plenty soft so decided to have them adjusted. Then right after I had the old shoe style brakes adjusted I discovered that the brake cylinder need replacing when the brakes failed while going around a curve in traffic. So I decided that while I was working on the brakes to give them an upgrade to disc-power brakes. While doing this I discovered that the passenger side front end hub's inner race was shot, naturally we couldn't find a replacement, and that the new power brake module interfered with the front end steering. That lead to completely replacing the front end with a new rack and pinion power steering.

This lead to removal of the transmission and engine again. In the process the old exhaust manifold suffered some damage leading to replacement of the exhaust system (exhaust manifold, pipes, muffler, and tail pipe extensions).

As it moved along I discovered that I now had to buy 5 hole rims for the front end to accommodate the new front ends axle, while retaining the older 6 hole rims in use on the rear end,

I had already ordered an antique car air conditioner conversion when I bought the truck. So while it was all torn up I had them install the air. In the process we learned that entire water pump assembly and fan set up had to be replaced to accommodate the air conditioner conversion.

When I bought the truck about 1/2 of the wind shield wiper assembly was missing. Matching parts became a real pain, so I replaced the whole system to get to a standardized repairable wind shield wiper assembly.

Next it was time to get the truck painted. I contracted for a "off-frame" painting. Basically they take the body parts apart, restore any small ding/dent, paint it and then the truck is reassembled. One step in this process is removable of the wooden pickup bed. My highly skilled staff of mechanics decided to use a torch to cut off the rusted bolt & nuts that assembled the bed. Their intent was to simply replace the rusted bolts and nuts with new material upon reassembly. The only problem being that the process burned holes in the wooden slats of the bed. The only available solutions to replace the old wooden bed with a new one.

I also had a problem with the bench seat in the cab. The one that came with the truck was not stock, and it didn't fit. After searching for 15 months I finally had to buy a 58 Chevy Apache just to get the Bench Seat. That cost me $700, but I was able to sale what was left for $400. But of course the seat out of the 58 was worn out and need to be restored/reupholstered.

When my mechanics got the truck back from the painter and went to reassemble the dash board we discovered that instrument panel/gauges were inoperable, and that the wiring harness was old and brittle. So much so that it was unusable. In lieu of replacing the old gauges I chose to upgrade to a new digital instrument panel. It was only $50 more than replacing the original with an after market instrument panel. And of course I had to buy an entire wiring harness to replace the old brittle one.

Well, we're getting close. I expect to get the truck back from the mechanics this week. The only thing left is to replace all of the glass and the weather stripping in the driver and passenger doors. Hopefully sometime this month. Wish me luck, here's some pictures I took along the way. Enjoy, I know I will.

XOXOXO,

HallaKeySheMo