Lack of progress makes wheels stop

I knew the news of a probable withdrawl of the buy of the property that could be the Boars Nest/Reaper Club , would get Pam's attention. As far as Pam is concerned she is a super trooper. It's the town more like the village we live in. To get a proper view here. The entire reason that I pulled the plug from the radio op's central HQ in Woods Cross Utah, with near 1gig Internet broadband speed and bandwidth, was to relocate same to Evanston Wyoming. I was blinded by a sense that with near 8% unemployment here, that it'd be a no brainer to find, recruit, train and employ and deploy, a satisfactory amount of both good looking as well as able lady eye candy to run the radio station operation. The idea was move that here, get somebody to run it, then me move back home to Hazzard Idaho. Set up the main HQ in Buhl, and go from there. Of course that was in the threshold of 2014/15. There was no idea then , to do a bar, nor me set up shop. But then came last year this month, a friend of my property managers husband said if I could find a suitable place close in to town he'd go in half. That of course, fell through. Then Joey came into the game, he flew the coupe in July, Then Nathen, in August and then of course came in little Rick, here that wormed its way until March. By the time we got the truck here and constant delays of refurbishing LexiBelle, the winter tow season was over. Nobody was willing outside of us was willing to come over and help do the heavy lifting. All through the time frame, the radio op, was number 1 on the priority list. Seems as though there is an hidden only seen by women on the outside of the Wolf's Lair, that says girls don't go in there. So that on air, ad sales and so on people never came much less called to inquire., I was in the idea just in March after the disintegration of Shelly and my relationship, to just pull the plug and get me and my WolfPack out of here. All through this, things like the Evanston Small Business Network, Chamber-of-Commerce and so on never called, never came over, didn't do anything. Now when it comes to a bikers/gearhead themed bar-grill, our first idea was the old Lotty's here. Yes where Tammy worked.(Wish she was still here) so I talked to this one gal who worked at Smokers Friendly, a smoke shop here, who sent over her teen daughter. Not something I felt comfortable with. But all I ever heard of and saw a cheer about was a damn bar, yet, the cry was out there for a resident radio station. After months and millions of phone calls we got a license. Not the old KEVA's but one of our own, with the suspension of that other license due to none air violations. That was doable just on my own since that whole thing only took $2,000.00 . Yet still no one was willing to train to be on air talent more over ladies to be on air talent. Nor ad sales, nor a resident engineer. Hell we couldn't even get an article about the club, nor the station in the local news rag. 
So where does that leave us? The observations of our Prezz, last night and mid week, when he came through, was , where is the babes on the station? Have we got a place for the station that's not in the Wolf's Lair? Have we got ladies that are able and willing to be on TV ads? Finally is there enough true eye candy to work the bar, not half sized gorillas in jeans about ready to split open. If I can get enough of that assembled here at the Lair, and a place for the station, Rick said on the phone that he'd table the meeting for Sunday, Tomarrow night, until next Sunday. In essence whether it be through Pam or whomever I can get not just cover, but committed ladies here in the Lair, by Sunday afternoon, so I can honestly say that through Pam, that we recruited people for our station and all, then there is a smidge of a chance to save this bar buy. If we can cement in the location out of the Lair for the station, then we are in gear. If not , the clubs legal eagles are primed for battle. I might remind many, that last week, I told Pam, that the club was already bracing for and was ready to say no to the whole thing of this bar deal. 
If I had been able to entertain Rick, a bit when he was here, plus showed him a running radio station, with eye candy doing the on air duties, the attitude of Rick would have been much better. It would have been an easier sell, but with things not any better than the last time Rick was here, last June, Rick is of the idea, of moving the Reaper to Montpelier Idaho, as well as the place in Bliss. 
On a personal note, With this radio thing and all and my personal financial loss's , I'm about to loose my shop. If that happens, you can bet your next tank of diesel, that my but will be in motion to relocation to Hazzard , faster than Boss Hogg eating maple bars. 
Will be on air at 07:00AM www.livestream.com/samcroradio 
TTYLY

Just a place to take a piss

Last night, I had the honor of entertaining our Club's President, here in Evanston. That was a grand honor to be sure until we went to the Legal Tender Lounge to grab something to eat. 
Now in life there are things you just don't do. You don't tug at Superman's cape, you don't take the mask off the Lone Ranger, you don't pit in the wind, and you damn well don't tell the founding Charter's President he can't have a steak. I don't care if its closing time in the resturant, I don't care if the Chef is about to go off shift, when the Knytes President wants a steak, you make a accomodating special effort and make the man a steak. Although there's a new shortcake there at the Legal that Big Rick likes and that sort of cooled down his fury. Otherwise that might have turned a bit ugly. 
Rick went on as he observed the lack of any sort of crowd on a Friday night here, saying, there's more excitement on the main street of Wendell Idaho than there was here. So we ventured out to the new bar of ours. Not only was the place closed, but dark and creepy. Bottom line I had to talk like a Dutch Uncle just to get Rick the want to proceed on the deal, and even then, when it goes to the meeting table Sunday night, they might vote to suspend if not withdraw the offer on the place. Rick said he'd hate the club should buy the place, then in a month or two have to resell or unload the place. I certainly got put in my place. I was often reminded by Rick, that I'm only the VP, not the Prezz, and as such some decisions especially when it comes to big purchases and buy's like the $300,000.00 that the Boars Nest is going to cost, plus the total remodel, considering that a similar place in Bliss can be had for $350k, that's turnkey with a grander patron numbers. I hate to think this, but I might have to tell our lady Pam, come Tuesday, that the club revoted and has to now decline on the purchase. Rick also suggested that I may want to look into relocating in a few months back to Hazzard or immediate area of Idaho. Considering we can sell our radio station license here, use the money to file for a Class A allocation in Buhl, Idaho and fire up all things HazzardAyre Radio right there. 
I think if I had been able to find some local female eye candy here, to at least entertain Rick, and a few other things the deal for the Boars Nest deal might not be on such thin ice, as it is, I'm near sure, Ricks Recon mission report from here isn't going to be good enough to save the buy. We see.
So how was your day?
TTYLY

So the Club now owns a bar , So now What?

So the Club Now owns a bar, so Now what? At 13:00 hours this day, I for the behalf of the Knytes, signed a purchase agreement for a podunk bar that will soon become The Boars Nest/Reaper Club. Question is so now what? If we can't even get people to go on air and play in the sand box together peacefully, how the hell are we going to run a up tempo bar and grill , just outside of city limits? 
Okay then , finally Mo came over to visit, and I think that has a promise, but the lady computer geek, isn't yet ready to jump in the pond just yet. Must be that I don't wear a suit and tie, and pre programmed ideas of what a media chief should look like. Just what the hell do they think that a radio station owner looks like? Not everybody behind a mic is in a suit and tie. 
The sale will proceed on the bar, but the question of just how open it will be to the public is not so clear. More than likely, the Reaper will be open to club members and supporters only and anyone else being allowed in, will be by invitation only.
My crainium is a bit better today, took a box of Goody's in the past 24 hours, and while I may be killing my liver, at least my head feels a bit better.
Like I said, Mo came over, she seems nice and all, but I'm not so sure she's the southern lady rebel type we're looking for, and maybe that too is one of those things that we went after here in Evanston, but could not complete due to a way too much of head in the sand, lets not do this here attitude. 
President Rick is on his way back , left Chyenne at 13:00 so should be sliding in here soon. 
TTYLY

My what a day, and oh how that transmission hurt

So I got up this morning,Went out to the shop. In comes an oil rig with a bad tranny, think the guy was looking for Nates, place, but found us instead. I'm no longer passing work off to Nate, if its a service/repair job, I'm taking it on. So started dropping this RTO125-13 out of this truck, and the jack slipped, down on my cranium it came. After some very choice adjectives, one of my bunch took me to the hospital, and as of an hour ago its on its way, money in the bank, and I feel a bit better.
Although the hospital told me to take it easy for a few hours, so I swung into the Wolf's Lair, here, took 4 Goody's and was scraffing down some Hungry Mans soup, when Pam calls. Again wanting the financial pedigree of the club. I simply said no. Then she wanted to talk to the President(Rick) who is right now in Nebraska and should be in here tonight or early morning Saturday. Now amongst the many reasons, I really didn't want to refer the business with Pam to Rick, is that I need both Rick, and the Club to know I still can swing these projects, or I might loose my spot as VP, and I'm not wanting to do that. Anything that challenges my authority, is near a death sentence in more ways than one. So I simply was ready to drop the whole damn sale, and stay on the course of finishing things up and move the whole Club's sub office to Pocatello or that area of Idaho. It didn't take long for that whole thing to be turned over and now its slated that noon today I sign for the Club, for the new brew spot. 
Now then, is there some point where the American male lost his testies, in this nation? Has it always been to where if you get more than one woman and a few girls together in one place, that any man there gets shoved to the rear? Of course this time Pam was buying, which I think fair, since the MC is about to hand her one helluva commission, I deserve at least one stiff drink. And it was a small one at that. Oh well, but here I'm trying to think of what to ask, so my mind is clear on the questions that will be asked at the table, when the check is carved. Yet twice I had to say, I'm VP, my turn. Seems as two potential bar servers there, don't like each other. One who says she's stepping up to be my civilian 1st officer here, and another. Both seem to be kind and all, but where is the telecom conversations? I understand women and all have lives of their own, with children, husbands and all, but I don't see daylight and seldom unless I have to be before noon. Some guy riding some bike that I don't know what it is was there telling me he was a candidate to being some sort of resident engineer for the station. The 1st officer candidate doesn't like another gal I met the other night at the ESBN meeting, who wants to open some sort of health food place out where consideration of planting the front of HazzardAyre Radio. My thoughts are push Mo out of the idea, Julie and I move into the same space, split the rent, as what Julie does compliments what we do in HazzardAyre and both could be of service to the other. But all that was going off is too much I don't know if they want to jump into our pool. Noon yesterday, my mind was starting to unwind. Simply because the bar thing and stress was removed all for about an hour. I wanted Julie and I even if it was in a public place to sit the hell down and discuss turkey. $5,000.00 to build our Club's site isn't bad, and that's in the works, but if there's a consideration of Julie to my exec officer, shouldn't there be a sit down? But I kept getting shoved back, and it was not a place I like to be. Guess the old adage of squaw walk in rear, Chief in front, has melted away. 
See ya'll on the radio , www.livestream.com/samcroradio 
I'll be on at noon today, going to try and get rid of this headache.
ttyly

Next week is a big day for this club, and my passion of and for its voice.

Overnight I was not on the air due to my voice not working. In essence my vocal chords were not working. However dig this on that. Next week is the birthday of the Knytes's radio network and all that is now part of our Club. It was on the 23rd of May 1983, in that big farm house on the hill overlooking all of Hazzard Idaho, that tiny KTOW FM 89.1 at the time, signed on the air. We were then, the only NBC Radio affiliate in Idaho, that carried all of NBC Radio's programming. Heavy Hooker Radio was the only overnight heavy haul toewers radio show, that was ever on the radio then and since, and of course evenings we were the Hazzard County Radio. We didn't change out call letters of the home station until 2012 in the attempt to buy out KBAR AM 1230 out of Rupert Idaho, we sold KTOW to a station in Colorado in exchange for what we have today KDXZ. That being that, over the years the stations, the network and its programming has covered every thing that burns fuel, and has tires or wings on it. We have seen the good with the bad. In 2012, Hazzard County Radio and AyreWolf Radio combined to create HazzardAyre and nobody here has looked back since. We have been ridiculed, bombed, shot at , held by the law in Cokeville Wyoming, due to a term that was completely mis understood, the saw the name Hooker as meaning lot lizards, we saw and see the word Hooker meaning tow truck, and we are not alone in that view. We are now just a month or so, hopefully less if the people that I met with previous evening at the ESBN, meeting and others of flipping the switch to the flame of KDXZ AM 1240 Evanston Wyoming, but this is not all about that. Its about the thing and things and all that have led up to that. To get the perfect vision , I'll get into that later today, but know this. 
Our regionally and expanding nationally, beyond the Mountain West as a network, and entering TV, and all is a story of success. With 3 Emmy's , 2 Grammy's and 2 Oscars, HazzardAyre is a rags to riches story. 
My eyelids are getting heavy so I'm off to bed, these meds I took for my vocal chords, is putting me to sleep, but I'll be on air, if all goes right, at 13:00 Hours(1:00PM) Mountain Standard Time.
TTYLY

Your content is not yours its that of the social networks you place it on, and oh why did I even wake up this afternoon?

So you've just written the best blog post or commented on a subject on a topic you feel passionate about on a social network like Blogger or Facebook. Now your getting edited. Did you ever stop and read the TOS or Terms-of-Service you agreed to? 
Facebook is under fire for supposedly being biased in relation to the election amongst other things. The reality, Facebook is the property of Mark Zuckerburg and he can belch and bark about all he wants on his network all he wants to, why? It's HIS network. Same goes for Blogger, sure Google's network fuzz don't stick their nose in your blogs often, nor do they tell you always upfront if their stopping operational support on a piece of Chrome their browzer navigation platform. Like Google is kicking in the head, Adobe's Flash program, which means if you want to hear your fave podcast, best be retaining a browzer like Internet Explorer. But the end game here is this, its their product, its part of the subject to change without notice clause, that's in your TOS. 
The so called web, is ripping itself up internally. Sure its great and we here at HazzardAyre Radio depend on it, to get you the none Mountain west resident listener the content you want to hear from us, as we are on air or over the air here as well. That being said these mammoth companies can do what they want to, its like the question of why does the male canine lick his balls? Because he can, they are his and he can lick them if he wants to. 
Okay then, after a long night on air, I was expecting a gal, here to aid in the creation of our website, for the club, station and so on. She was to be here at 14:00 (2:00PM) guess what? Yep calls says she's got another immediate paying gig. No problem, But here's the rub, I get to thinking and I've said this many times, I ought to just have a tattoo on my forehead that simply says Predator . Now there is and has never been anything transpiring here at the Wolf's Lair that was inappropriate . Yet it seems that every time its a woman involved in a consultation on anything involving the Club, or me, none want to be by themselves in tight quarters, with this old Wolf. Trust me Red Riding Hoods, this big old Wolf will not eat you. 
For all the feminists and feminist attitudes out there that gripe about equal pay for equal work, here's a suggestion; If you want to make equal pay as us male corpuscles, take the same equal risks we males take. If its business, go to the business appointment at the clients place of business, even if that clients place of business just happens to be in that clients home. The reasons we still are here inside the Wolf's Lair, is that I haven't been able to find a place that's reasonable in costs as I do here at the Wolf's Lair. We had one on the fifth floor, of the Wells Fargo building here, the $300.00 a month was amiable , but the $500.00 to put up a small tower and Yagi on top of the structure was a bit much. But looking back, should have taken it. As the guy at the Green Horn has been toying with us, which we scrubbed due to very poor follow through. 
Which culminates to , are we really in the right place to do this? That question comes up often, are we trying to force feed something into a village that cannot eat any more, and is about to choke? The end of June is the crowning. If we are not moving forward by then, its radio op moving to Idaho, and eventually me. But I wonder, Why did I wake up this afternoon? 
TTYLY

The Secret to Our success? It's called Hazzard County tenacity and Enginuity

You might not have really liked him, but the bottom line is Boss Hogg always kept trying. Even dealing with bafoons that challenged his efforts and patience he still went after his goals and objectives no matter what. 
Since we're on that line of thinking here Understand while the objectives of the Knytes as well as the AyreWolvez are not directly against the law, our methods sometimes are just a side step over the line of what is accepted and what is totally off center of accepted procedure. As such we as a club are always targeted as the EVIL of the community , while in reality we are more the fight the system anti-establishment crew. Be that as it may, our attitude is to never quit. While our goals and agendas might be hard for outsiders to grasp, although there are many that wish they had the conoles to do what we do, still even with that, sure we might get stumped, sure we might to regroup, rethink, and re-engineer, but we never give up. On the front of my dear sweet LexiBelle, on a license plate frame it reads, " It Happens in Hazzard County" The line comes from a Dukes episode where the tale of A Christmas story was told Hazzard Style. At the end of the episode, as a reindeer flew over with the bells jingling, Waylon said, " Hey , don't laugh, if it could happen anywhere it will happen in Hazzard County" That tag has been one of the core teachings and sayings of the Knytes since the club was formed in 1982. Many people always call our club a MC or Motorcycle Club, but that is so far from the core of our organization. The Knytes are based on a split of a rural hot rodders gearhead group and a Dukes-of-Hazzard fan club. Our original meeting was held in mid 1981 at a small hamburger place that just so happened to serve food from Poland . Hence the name at the time , the Polish Palace, now known as the Snake River Grill. 15 rural motornuts and gear heads got together, and decided to put together a little club, to enable to stage our own custom shows as well as be of service to the communities we were in. Supervized by the United American Independent Truckers Association, the group was formed. The name of the club then was known as the Hazzard County Knytes Kustmz Association . Hazzard County for Dukes-of-Hazzard and Knytes taken from a hit movie at the time called the Hollywood Knights

 
One of the better of the nostalgia films at the time far exceeding the box office revenue of American Graffitti . The Hollywood Knights was something we as a club or group could identify with. Because we accepted rides and all of all kinds, from muscle cars to bikes, to restored John Deere classic tractors, to long haul big rig and medium sized trucks, we grew, and grew. For us then at the Real Hazzard County Garage, the Knytes were a no thinking brainer. We support the club, the club supports the shop. The first economic collapse hit in 1989, and the club needed to make green, so we started muling weed and shine. Until one of our members got caught with the weed, the club looked for ways to be legit, although we still ran shine. When the grand Times News give us the thumbs down, and NO or very few media outlets both radio and TV said not on our station, the club said, BS. We'll do up our own station. That started in May of 1983. Two months after my Mom passed away. Although Dixie Diesel, and Long Haul Trucker radio had been our clubs project going back to 1975, through the Knytes the original KTOW or Kay-Tow(e) signed on the air. We ushered in every kind of syndicated show we could find from TalkNet a program hatched by NBC Radio to Dr. Ruth, another NBC syndicated radio show. Thought became instead of just one mini radio station in Hazzard aka Hagerman Idaho, why not a bunch of mini stations tied together by microwave link. From Emmett Idaho to Blackfoot Idaho from Bancroft Idaho to Montpelier, Idaho from northwestern Utah, back to Hazzard Idaho There was Hazzard County Radio/KTOW FM&AM . The crux of all that? No matter who or where we were told no, we held up our middle finger and said BS, we're going to do it anyway, our way. When we were told that the only way you could get hot female flesh to pose with a hot rod, of the club, or a members ride was to hire models from California, we again said no. Surly we can recruit sweet hiney from our local communities. Back in the mid 1980's to mid 1990's that wasn't such a hard thing to do, but then we all heard about the goofballs that would go into medium sized and small towns pick up on young girls promising modeling careers and then going out and whacking them. This has been a real problem for us because we don't look like the usual , whatever that look is, but we're not the limo riding talent scouts, our suits are coveralls and patched vests(cuts) and when you begin to recruit honeys in a medium sized town your going to get the resistance of the local male bodies in town. Not my girl friend, wife, daughter etc. Even though our career opening is as real and legit, maybe more so than the so called area agencies, still if your not sporting a dress three piece suit, in a ride that's owned by the bank, and spending wads of cash, your looked on as sinister at the very least. But we still keep trying. And eventually we do get there, even if we do end up having to import talent from California. 
On our bar, and a recent event is an example . Friday night, our sweet associate gal-pal, Pam says they're having a 50's party at the Legal. Okay, I punched up the request to Pam can we come to this? Pam's response? Sold out. True meaning? You might be a bit to aggressive for the crowd attending so its safer that you don't come over. At our place , there would be no, tickets sold out or excuse for someone not to attend, no matter how you looked. Or dressed or what you drove. What turned the idea of the Reaper/Boars Nest to go forward, is that old bar and go juice station, will be opened strictly for the club. As both a bikers/ gearhead bar & Grill. Outside of the very few open public events the place will be open to club members and friends of members only , and only on weekends. 
Bottom line we in the club, don't give up. The secret to our Success and all, is simple; its called Hazzard County Tenacity and Hazzard County Enginuity. 
TTYLY