Did you do it?

Did you do it?

A famous line from the movie MoonRunners the prequel to the Dukes Of Hazzard.

When Uncle Jessie asked Bobby Lee, about the woman with him, he asked, Did you Do it? Babies and women are not like puppies you cain't just bring home the straggler/ drifting woman home. The same thing applies to most inhabitants of our Southern conformity, if there is any conformity in our Dixie Nation.

If there is I ain't found it, the one thing us true southern kountry folks are is we are a mostly happy, content population, that can do one thing: Laugh at ourselves and not take it seriously or insulting. Even some Things like calling us Red-Necks. The term Red-Neck comes from sunburned necks harvesting crops pre industrial mechanical era. Now did we take the phrase out of context? Or as an insult? No, we made it funny or at least comediate. We even increased this through 4 people assembled years ago, as the Blue Collar Comedy Tour. Jeff Foxworthy, Bill Engvall, Ron White, and of course, the best southern hellbilly of them all Larry The Cable Guy. Git-R-Done. 

There was no such thing as and isn't even today, wearing our internal feelings on our sleeves. Nope, we put it out there. 

The Beverly Hillbillies, and even all those rural based comedy shows we enjoyed years ago. From Green Acres to Petticoat Junction. Then came the Kountry Music revelation , that brought us such renderings as HeeHaw. Which infiltrated the moral compass of our population. As HeeHaw had the HeeHaw Honeys, with the short-short cutoff's and of course those blooming nylons. Even before Daisy Duke, network censors got nervous about that much leg being bare. So, Nylons were mandatory. Wasn't just us, but we have followed that trend ever since. ( corse I got a rise of my Wrangler jeans when I saw the original Batgirl, and Catwoman. Those tight latex outfits rose my internal body temperature about 20 degrees.

Could those shows be rebooted today? 

That in an upcoming report. 

L8R Taters

  

Started well, endurance enhancements in question.

It is morning, well maybe not morning but close enough for Lincolnite Government work.

After days, trying to knock down how to retrieve $10.00 from my pension funds finally had one sweetheart, at Pilot/Flying J that pulled her head out and told me how to proceed, and thus went to the Front-Street Maverick, snagged fuel, and thrusted forward.

So that done tried to hit the head, finding that the Evanston, Wyoming Parks and Recreation, Department closes one of their parks through the winter months.

This particular city park sports a ice rink. That brings in a few tourists and helps line the pockets of the local merchants, during a time that most travel, at least through these parts is low to nonexistent. Yet city leaders, City Council members etc think it costs more to operate the parks rather than shutting them down through the winter. 

Now considering, that 80% of the locals migrate elsewhere to warmer climates, the rest of us attempt to eek, out a living. Fortunately, I tow, so I have my winter income additionally during the winter. Others? Not so much.

So, what to do? Light a candle under the saddle of a few city council members. How do you do that? Publicity. Nothing inspires a politician, more than causes that generates publicity for the next election. Winter Tourism, interests is one of those causes. 

Generating publicity, is our task. We are HazzardAyre Radio. The last fully on air and online LIVE radio, in America. Locally on AM 1240, / 104.7 and around the world on spreaker.com/user/ayrewolf and our site, ayrewolffm.com   hazzardayrecsa.com and knytesofdixie.org 

If you can't find us, you don't know how to spell it, or are not looking for us very hard.

Housing remains a challenge. Not impossible, but a challenge, nonetheless. Finding that can of Skoal in the haystack, can be elusive. If everyone thought that point zero, was it, you thoughted wrong. That article next time.

 What to do when your fully confused? You sit back, grab your butt and punt. At least you hope you can punt. Some days you just cain't shift into 2nd even if you double clutch it. These days walking the tight rope between three states is truly one of those balancing acts, that I'm getting way too old to do much more. My years of near 2 millennium of leading both the Hazzard Knytes, as well as the AyreWolvez/WolfPack, is starting to affect my health amongst tother things. Days are too long, costs are too high, and quite frankly, outside of toewing/trucking, my head is in the clouds. I'm an aviator/broadcaster and Marine Air Combat Reservist. There is just so much that I can do anymore. I want to fly this nation around the world. I want that orbit to be in a Bell 222A, at least, and at least 30,000 feet, at 600 mph. 

When I had the Charger, it was different, it was all 110% Hazzard and Hazzard County. That no longer applies. I have yet to see one single penny, from Ben and/or Alma, I hardly ever hear from any of the DOH crew, or actors, Not even a Christmas card. While my blood will always flow Confederate Grey, there's this part of me that is imbedded in a pilots seat, in a Bell chopper. If not by body, by mind. 

The once a thrill to sniff and scratch a hot babes hind paws in hosiery is diminishing. Sure its releeving , but since the big campaign of going toewing has cooled, I'd rather think how to bring that into aircraft body and nose art. Like Wise, a tatt of SAMCRO MC is not my fave, but would rather Have the WolfPack Logo, on my back and Airwolf on my chest. In short, I fly, I don't ride. The memories will always be there. As memories are like starlight, it goes on forever. But here on Earth, to eat and live means hanging up the toew, and flying more. That means a new certificate, getting a waiver on my FAA med card for diabetes at least Type 2 Diabetes. I need to seal up things, so come June next, my butt, needs to be in Cedar City Utah, and S.U.U. 

That's where my head is at.

L8R Aviators And Knytes.