HazzardAyre

Thursday, October 9, 2014

So what is up with this stinky toe stuff any way?

To answer the question of what’s up with the stinky toe thing, one needs to go back to the origin of our radio gig as well as the club.

Back in 1976 as a young towing owner operator group, dedicated to more smaller one truck to 6 fleets and all, there was no on TV nor radio programs on , that dealt with us in towing. Sure there were trucker radio shows all across the nation from Dave Nemo’s RoadGang to the Midnight Cowboy show but nothing dedicated to towing.

The pronunciation of the word TOW from not in the business, was on the lines of rhyming with the word COW not TOE.

About 1978 I discovered the publication no defunct called Phoote(foot) Notes. And thought this would be a keen gig but what to call it, much worse the call letters of our station that would carry it.

The FCC , by this time had mandated either we get legal with a station license, shut down or go to the clink. We opted for getting legal. After much research we as a club called the TowBro’s then now ToewBro’s now, arrived at the call letters KTOW or KAY-TOW(Toe) FM 105.7. But few of the outside of the club on air talent could not pronounce the the word TOW as TOE, it was KAY-TOW(cow) as it went. Not to demean anybody, even legendary trucker radio super star Bill Mack of the Midnight Cowboy Show doing liners for us, pronounced it Kay-Tow(cow) instead of Kay TOW(toe).

So we took the words smunched them together and it became TOEW. That way there was no possible way to mistake that pronunciation .

By this time in evolution, I got LexiBelle>Once I had her, I tried hard to stumble on a company name for my going toewing experiences. It was on a June day walking up the road from the mailbox to the house, to the latrine with my latest issue of Overdrive Magazine, that I saw the name of my company there in. This was three years prior to stumbling on and running right into all things Hazzard County/DOH.

So the new gig from 6:00PM to midnight became Highway Hooker Radio. Hooker being trucker cb talk for tow truck. Of course overnight we did Heavy Hooker Radio for those in the snagging big trucks and running long haul and heavy haul toews. Not only did the heavy toew bro’s get into our show, but so did the freight haulers. After I discovered a rusted out Dodge Charger in Paul Idaho and rebuilt that into OUR General Lee, in the search for white vinyl go-go boots, which we found eventually from a waitress at the China Village Restaurant in Jerome Idaho. But Once we began and I dived head first and never recovered (don’t plan on doing so) from and all things Hazzard County / Dukes-of Hazzard , what would a overnight trucker radio show done Hazzard County style be like? After tons of names, it wasn’t until 1989 driving through Saint George Utah, and seeing a name of a company called Dixie Diesel service and towing there that I formulated the name the Dixie Diesel Shop, and subsequently Heavy Hooker Radio was rebadged as Dixie Diesel Radio, the seed that begat HazzardAyre.

All along however it’s been Highway Hooker Radio as still the foundation of HazzardAyre.

We are and have always been and continue to be the only show on TV or Radio for those who Toew(tow).

So what about this kissing toes thing in nylons?

In 1985 , in doing up ads for Dixie Towing(aka-Highway Hooker Towing) I saw this ad for a plumber in Boise. The ad went along the story of some well to do high society type gal on Boise’s snob hill, with a toilet that was on the frits. Here comes this plumber in a Tux T Shirt, unclogged the toilet and at the end of the ad was this gal sitting on a black marbled vanity with gold fixture faucet and all with the plumber kissing her hand with the end tag, we treat our customers with royalty.

Mind wandering I thought lets do a Daisy Duke lookalike out in her Jeep, broke down calls Cooter(me) on ye old CB , I respond take care of the Jeep, the Daisy Duke gal sitting on the side of the bed of LexiBelle, and I kiss her toes, with the tag We LuV Toews.

Now one would think this to be an easy thing, but nope.

Doing the stunt, with bare feet , especially toes, is stinky, sticky, sweaty. Not very pleasing, for a 3 hour shoot.

So the networks had mandated sweet Daisy to wear nylons on TV on the Dukes we followed suit. Besides, nylons over toes looks better and hides a bunch of inequities like hammer toes, bunions etc. And if scented well makes my part of the participation in shooting the ads easier to ingest. Considering it is her feet and all and despite beliefs that they don’t , even women’s feet and toes do smell foul.

Over the years, we have had several projects on the books regarding the thing of smooching feet especially toes, in nylons to enhance and emphasize the toe as tow as to be toew.

From setting the worlds record of just how long one man could kiss a woman’s toes in nylon hose, with LexiBelle in the background, to using as much of feet in nylons on our photo’s for Highway Hooker PhooteNotes to the header cover for the TV show Highway Hooker TV which will be shot here in Utah, and be on TruTV starting next fall right before South Beach Tow.

So that’s why I always look at, and try to get the full stinky experience of all new model new hires.

BTW: The couple that was show up this evening here? Never showed. Which is another part of the toew smooch thing. Anybody who shows up to a meet and greet, and is told of the toew smooch, that does not run away and never shows up again, is a good barometer of her anti establishment nature. In essence if a new lady model comes in can get her toes under my nose in nylon hose in the first or second audition, is the one that has the guts to do just about anything we ask within reason.

And that’s the Stinky Truth.

TTYLY(Talk-To-You-Later-Ya’ll)

Quote of the Day:
Everything that lives, Lives not alone, nor for itself.
--William Blake

Deuteronomy 13:4“It is the LORD your God you must follow, and him you must revere. Keep his commands and obey him; serve him and hold fast to him.”

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Looking for the needle in haystack

So last night during the South Beach Tow marathon, I was stimulated to look for the rent receipts from Dave for the Bishop to get at least this months rent and stuff covered.

I know where I put it, but it was not there. So I cleaned the closets, still not there. So going to see if a negotiation can be done Sunday.

Dave my landlord stopped by, told him I was working on the rent thing with the Bishop, but it looks and I might be wrong, but it looks like it might just be time to byte the bullet and resign myself to the thinking it might be time just to bag it. Let you know Tuesday.

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Quote of the Day:
Everything that lives, Lives not alone, nor for itself.
--William Blake

Punctionality and being on time a requirement , not an option

One of the gifts of both Miss Dixie-Diesel 1993 and our Miss Nurse GoodBody had that I treasured was being punctional. In essence right on time without being too far off time.

In radio as well as a curtain call, be it for a Broadway opening or the filming of a movie or TV series is essential. There are people waiting on the other end to view and in our case both listen to as well as view, HazzardAyre.

Thus even being more than 15 to 30 minutes late to the first audition or interview is not allowed or tolerated. If you can’t be there on time, call. If you get lost and can’t find the office/studio, and in our case how can you miss? A big two storied building, with I4 Solutions on the top. But if your going to be late etc, the phone does work.

Was I in for eye candy and mind wine the other night. Here came BrandiWine through the door, in a part leotard and knit top. She had my outermost Wolf-Senses at top level, was I to be treated to another grand discovery. BrandiWine was also intelligent, none of the usual blonde/California Valley girl junk. BrandiWine had the package, was on time and in the kind of eye capturing threads that could make some nations go to war over her. He demeanor , her sweet tenor notes of her voice, when she was leaving with a bad back and after she got wet here with her ice pack melting, she is now thee SheWolf on HazzardAyre and AyreWolfFM Radio.

So tonight waiting for a couple who dropped in last week, but who I can’t see past being a pin up girl, and the guy being a I dunno what. See and even BrandiWine agreed that on an audition when the primary person to be both auditioned or even a meet and greet, bringing hubby/boy-pal/other is very unprofessional. The gal can’t be free to act naturally, the production firm gets microscoped more than it wanted to, and makes a very serious uncomfortable experience. Anybody in this business or has been in the business does not send the guy of her life to snoop it out first, nor does he show up during a work session. It just makes everything awkward.

The saying that be careful of anything that’s exactly what you want it or her to be is a wise one. I have had two that were like this, but were plants by the fuzz to take a none invasive closer look at HazzardAyre operations.

Somehow I did not find that with BrandiWine. There’s chemistry there and ability. She’s real, and check this out;could any , I mean any red blooded GENUINE southern bred male corpuscle say NO to her>? I can’t.

Any mile waiting still on the couple, but two bits they don’t show.

At least we have BrandiWine and that’s just fine with me, BrandiWine shows up.

TTYLY

Quote of the Day:
An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.
--G.K. Chesterton

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

The Plus to getting a job at HazzardAyre

There are many and here recently even I have bee questioning the practice, but the process of illimination here of screening the female applicants

through who does show up, even on a first time interview meet and greet in nylons and a skirt, more over get her toes in those hose on my lips under my nose, is a good test.

The grounds of that are simple to understand, if a gal is liberated and rebel enough to do that, is more likely willing and uninhibited enough to do just about , within reason anything , that we do on air in our comedic bits, and promo projects.

The grounds for all things leggy goes to the Hazzard, part of HazzardAyre.

The meshing together of the two words is important to understand.

Hazzard , relates to Hazzard County aka Dukes-of-Hazzard, which thankfully CMT is running more guess the fan base and outcry from Ben’ camp as well as us here, has been heard. CMT was loosing big ad dollars , by a lack of viewers and thus Dukes is back on, of course all things Hazzard is coming on in a heavy sweat of mania as yet another Dukes, movie is on the HUD for 2015. CMT is going to be there and certainly so is HazzardAyre and us here in the Hazzard Knytes(aka:Knytes-of-Anarchy). So having a leggy look here is required. About as seriously as legs in nylons are required at Hooters, and yes Hooters is a sponsor of the show.

Of course the Ayre of HazzardAyre, is our part of the brother of the Knytes, the AyreWolvez. The AyreWolvez is a organization, that are fans of and aviation enthusiasts who rebuild, restore and fly real ancient and vintage military warbird style aircraft. The name of both me on air as the AyreWolf, and the AyreWolvez, comes from two sources, one of course a nick name gave to me by two commanding officers. One, being the Confederate Marines, in flying as the Wolf in amongst the Sheep, (BlackSheep Squadron>) as I always was the one who over achieved in air what few others dared, and of course a CO at Deseret Transportation when I worked there, when my CO, Rocky said one day I truly am the Wolf in amongst the brethren there, since I brought coffee, and skoal to work. Nobody really cared. It might be interesting to note , then Church President, Gordon B Hinckley had a cup of my coffee and a short chew at DT(Deseret-Transportation) one afternoon after lunch.

The real source of the AyreWolf thing came from the old, now running all day long on the Esquire TV Network on cable(Comcast-ch-60) called AirWolf.

So in conclusion, if one who is of the female gender wants a plus in getting hired and wants to demonstrate her prowess and rebel side, the best way is to wear nylons, skirt, heels and somewhere in the interview process, takes off a heel, and gets her toes in nylon hose under my nose, against my lips, without tons of questions.

Next entry; Gays getting married. With the laws now being formulated with both the 9th and 10th Supreme Court not going to examine the question of states rights to allow same sex marriages, can an organization or for that matter , a none profit organization saying no to hiring gays, or those gays who marry?

More over can we refuse membership? I know that the LDS Church is saying no here, and I know that there is going to be a big fuss the first time, the church says no to allowing a gay couple to attend church. Will they allow this? If not , its going to be interesting to see the results of the discrimination law suit over this. We’re watching since all the club, is saying no to allowing membership to Gays of any kind, more over allowing Lesbians membership to the club, or in club owned enterprises such as the Reaper Club, HazzardAyre Radio, or ClubMajor.

TTYLY

Quote of the Day:
Work keeps us from three great evils, boredom, vice and need.
--François Marie Arouet Voltaire

Psalm 63:1“[Psalm 63] A psalm of David. When he was in the Desert of Judah. You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water.”

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Same junk Different Day

But there’s a reason that my Heavenly Father guided me rather abruptly to this location for the office/studio. Certainly he knew that my days

On Sullivan Road in Ogden were numbered, and that a change was coming.

I get many inquiries from people wanting to be my next roommate . Thing is after the last one, I’m not in a big rush to get one. The last two got my finances so messed up , that I had to get help from our Bishop, of the ward in Sullivan hollow to cover rent and domestic bills, while I pay to retain the office, studio and keep HazzardAyre on the air.

I have bad mouthed the Padre a bit here, but one couldn’t ask for a better Bishop. Sure, my time management has not allowed me to do all I need to do to fulfill the requirements of asking for Church aid, and or asking again. If I could just get some stabilization here, doing duty at the Storehouse etc would not be a problem, but I’m battling forces to survive. More over trying to get someone preferably female recruited, trained , hired and on air. Especially if I end up having to do a relocate of myself back to Idaho. Which is more likely than not.

The ability of not being able to shower, and smelling, much less some of the usual comforts one takes for granted is the real push in getting a person plugged in here at the station.

The obvious question comes , if you can’t afford your house rent how can you pay wages for a new hire radio person. The club pays the wages, I don’t , I struggle just like everyone else does.

So maybe the Bishop will help one final time, maybe not, let you all know this weekend.

Likewise if one that I’m partly counting on that is coming in this eve at 18:00(6:00PM) for an interview.

TTYLY

Quote of the Day:
Nothing is too high for a man to reach, but he must climb with care and confidence.
--Hans Christian Andersen

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Some things you just got to do yourself

Some things one has just got to do for ones self. Just caught a email from ye ole Bishop from the Ward in Ogden.

He was ratchet jawing about something to do with worshiping and all on Sunday. Supposedly there was two of the Ward that stopped by yesterday, trouble is, I was still in Idaho. I didn’t get to Ogden until 19:00(7:00PM) then it was truck, grub at Sills and to the studio.

Thing is, I still worship my Heavenly Father and his Son Jesus Christ. The condition of the Sabbath Day being on Sunday depend on ones interpretation of just what day the Sabbath day is.

As a Wolf-Pup, I went and believed it truly was Sunday, but had a preacher in Bliss Idaho in 2009 that got me to wondering is it Saturday or Sunday? As such I worship both days and do very little both days. I read my Bible every day, as I awaken, I read before I go to bed, and while I should have a B-O-M and D&C at home, I lost those in a move from Heyburn to Pocatello in 2006, and haven’t had enough scratch to buy another quad set.

Now the reply would be something like you have money for the office/studio, and radio gear etc. Not so, I pay for the office/studio only because I screwed the pooch (Flying jargon for missing a carrier) in both Evanston in 2005 and in Gooding in 2010. As such to keep this going I had to pay the rent while the club replaced the radio gear. As far as the gas to get to the studio, that I have to squeeze out every month. And that’s really stretching what funds I have. And they ain’t much.

While worshiping at home is not as grand as doing so in a chapel or meeting house, but I too feel the spirit at home and know that Jesus and the Holy Ghost is at my side every hour.

What might surprise the Bishop, is I have been rewriting the B-o-M taking out the Yea’s Yee’s and so on, all those ways of speaking while retaining the meaning and all that is the original writing. Maybe that’s my calling? The fact that I also preached at our River side services in Hazzard(Hagerman) last year, where it was come as you are, and worship, might also surprise those authorities. The Bible simply says, where More than one of you gather to worship me, there I be also. It does not necessarily mean that I need to haul my cookies to a meeting house. The fact of me being self conscience of how bad I smell from not being able to shower, due to no gas to run a water heater, something that both room mates were to have covered but didn’t even though they said they would. While I could recover that, I don’t see me in that dungeon of an apartment past this month or next at the very maximum.

Two things got accomplished here. The radio gig, got its home, and will remain where its at, I got my SSI money in my paws so I can control it, albeit very poorly since June, but I got it, meaning I’m not tethered to having to live if you want to call it that, in Ogden Utah. I’m just not that impressed. Had I gone with my gut feelings a year ago, the station and all would be where it’s at now, but I’d still be in Twin Falls driving and working for Charlie, where at least I felt part of a family. As far as Church there, sure I got a little help, from the River Christian Fellowship, but I went near every week. They made it a bit easier, if you missed the morning session, you could go at 6:00PM(18:00) and at least take the Lords supper, and get a lesson. But I was made welcome and loved, not having to feel like an outcast, except for the Bishop, and my home teacher.

If I want to mention all the things that the financial side of the Church owes me, it would take a longer blog than I care to write, more over I forgave the Church, even me going once. I wanted to be part of some gig that the Ward in Ogden threw one morning a breakfast. I still had a phone then, but did anyone remind me of it? No. But a church should not owe anyone anything, the gifts or assistance should be requested, done and it be over. Had the bank, not messed up my account, had Comcast not taken money out that I did not authorize, had a shyster not taken money out of the account, after finding my account information, and ripping me off, I’d have not went twice nor even be trying to hang on now and asking for one more time. Yes last month I thought it was it, but by the time I paid the bills that ex room mates were supposed to help pay, but didn’t there was nothing left over after the studio rent and my truck insurance.

It might just be time to call UNCLE and close the book on Ogden and just curl up here at the office until I can get a place in Idaho and or Wyoming.

Something will pop, just have to have faith in my Heavenly Father, he’ll take care of me.

Any mile, let you know about this next week.

I am nearly sure the Bishop/Ward wont help again on the rent, if they do again that’d be great, if not then chalk it up again.

There was a reason God made it snow in February every time I made moves to move to Ogden. He was telling me to not come down here, but I trusted in Dave my landlord, and oh yes Bishop I have the receipts you asked for. I trusted in a real estate con artist, and got the shaft both times. I forgive and forgave, I don’t forget.

TTYLY

Quote of the Day:
Virtue has never been as respectable as money.
--Mark Twain, 19th-century American humorist, author and journalist

Here today, yesterday, but not tomorrow

You request a friend from your neighborhood, they sign on, then the next day or two, they’re gone. Guess not as much of a friend as you thought they were.

Example, my so called neighbor across the street, so called SAMCRO fan and all, had me as a Facebook Friend as well. Guess a few of my posts that I sent her and her guy, was too much for them. There’s so many that think they are SAMCRO , but if they really experienced the biker/aviator life in its real existence they would never be a SAMCRO friend or fan after. Once they hated us, now they want to be one of us, thing is many wouldn’t make a pimple on eithers butt, let alone a prospect for membership. Such is the world we live in. In today’s America, many want to retreat into their shell. Call it the fallout of the tragedy of 9/11 and all , the idealistic and resolve that we in fact would carry on, has been in reality , pull our bodies and heads back into our shells. Like the turtle, many are just hiding waiting for the angel of mercy to take them to Heaven or where-ever they will go. Another example is my drinking buddy next door to me Dave.

It used to be almost every night or weekend he’d come over or I’d go over to his place, down beers and talk shit of years in ancient Clearfield and Layton.

These days , Dave comes home retreats into his house and no visiting hardly at all. He say’s its stuff from work, my opinion, its he got tired of the smack talk of the area, likewise asking for money to buy chew. I wouldn’t have kept on asking but he told me , if you need that ask him anytime. So I did, but I knew as he said it, that’d get old quick.

I’m soon not going to be in that neighborhood anyway so it really does not matter, but instead of just pulling your friendship from Facebook, talk to me first.

The Bible says if you have conflicts with your neighbor work it out, it’s the love your neighbor as yourself, thing that is the foundation of all of God’s love and that of Jesus Christ. Yet few practice what they speak. Like my former roomy Jeff. Its not that I hate him, just could not live with him. Now with offspring and a wife that’d be a tense deal anyway, but I’ll be done with it soon enough, but no visit, no talk no nothing.

Now one might think, that speaking bad about the LDS church is byting the hand that’s housed me for three months. I truly love that Ward of the church, more over the Bishop, and my home teacher. Thing though, if there’s a problem, with me with no phone at home, which I’m forgoing until I get moved to Idaho or Wyoming depending on where I find a place I can afford, and all, but you’d think that the Bishop, could take an hour or so, to come to my home and chat. The road truly does go both ways.

Makes you wonder.

Guess I’m too wyld for both Idaho and Utah, can Wyoming be more accepting? Time will tell.

TTYLY