And to think I could have stayed in TF all weekend

So got through the weekend. Still peeved about Britt quitting, but hey another prospect employee leaving isn’t that big a deal, except it makes me wonder, did or am I doing something wrong, and would someone tell me what it is?

Is it the fact that my rides are 15 years old? I love rat rods and old trucks. I like owning stuff I can fix, if need be.

Or at least Nate.

All weekend I rolled around in my head, should I just bag this? Go back to Ground Zero or at least TF (Twin Falls) or do as my insides say, stay long enough to prove some of the doubting Thomas’ and Fretting Betty’ wrong and build the mighty HazzardAyre’s new franchise outlet here.

Still trying to decide on doing the bar, but there’s a month there to decide.

The fact that I am even still here on a Monday, is I had a meet and greet at Jodies Diner, here with one of our photographers and our web designer. She’s cool, and her son seems okay. But yet I have sent three pages to her over in Cokeville , yet she hasn’t responded.

Maybe now that Britt is out perhaps the lady photographer is too. If so I wish she’d just tell me, then I could go find someone else. As we have a outfit in Provo ready to jump in, build the site for HazzardAyre, which , again is launching its sibling Maximum Overdrive Radio here in Evanston in June, and I’d like to have a lot of this outside stuff done. I’d like KDXC to have its companion website launch at the same time, in June.

But its like a friend told me the other day here, Evanston is not Atlanta, its not Nashville, will never be Hollywood, and is just barely able to compete if it can at all with Metro Utah. There’s just some things that are available in the big city even Twin Falls that just is not available in Evanston. I just hate when someone just keeps me dangling on the hook.

Going to be away from this area, beginning April 2nd. Going over to TF to start looking for a place to live and all, so On May 1st or so, fetch the rest of the gear from Woods Cross Utah and reinstall in Burley. Hey I can sleep at Motel 6 here while we get Maximum Overdrive going here, in Evanston, but I don’t have to live here.

I had grand hopes for Evanston and the immediate area this run at it. The town could be so much more than it is, but it just may be there are people here that want it to shrink to a tiny small town again and never gain or graduate to being another Park City.

TTYLY

 

Disappointment and relief in the same package

So it ran its course. Didn’t plan it this way, but at least that monkey is off my back. Britt leaving the Wolf-Pack was both a disappointment and relief at the same time. While Brittany was a good JAFO, still I don’t think she was either mature enough nor emotionally stable enough to handle the responsibilities of doing the level of work that we would have required. The fact that we took her on was a favor to her mother, but hey nothing gained nothing lost, Brittany was after all a prospect. Not a full hire in so that be that, on that.

At least I can now get into what needs to be done for myself as well as my company. The club is secondary right now, not out as I could never abandon my trucker brethren, but the club saw this train coming , and the light at the end of the tunnel was in fact another train. The best way to not get hit by the train, step off to the side. Which is what I’m doing.

As far as the Reaper(Lotty’s) That will stay for rent for at least a decade if not longer. The reconstruction costs along with the monthly rent rate and restocking costs, and the staffing costs if one can get them all before you can turn a dollar, naw there’s easier more direct ways of making a living.

I and the club can’t do business this way.

TTYLY

 

Better more qualified people out there

I’ve said before, I’ll say it again, they shun the club, but eventually they all come back after.

Thing is as it is there might not be anything to come back to. Oh yes the radio/tv station perhaps, but the Reaper, not hardly.

I’d rather put $4k a month into the radio station without the rest of the pain in my wallet , than put a mil plus into a bar, before we even can make a dollar. That’s not good business sense. But like I said, most of the time, its better if I do much of this myself.

As far as hiring someone to oversee the radio station, why? Nate and crew can do that, but my tiny butt don’t need to be here.

So Britt is out, but then what did I think would happen, with a 21 year old?

This effort on behalf of the Knytes to Evanston has been too much of a pain, and quite simply I’m done with it.

The lack of support, the lack of qualified people to run things outside of the club, and so on. Why? For an ungrateful community that can’t see the forest for the trees? I’ll just fade out as gingerly as I faded in and forget Evanston Wyoming exists.

I’m tired of going hungry, having to live in a tax deferred housing community, freezing, having a internet service that barely delivers the entire thing in a proper speed, the list goes on, so since we have reached a dead end, might as well put the kibosh to it, and me be looking to going home to Idaho, three strikes and we’re , rather me and I’m out.

Britt says she found something out, well don’t know what that is, in fact I’ll bet she ran across those assholes from Mountain Home, that we were having a turf war with, but nothing I have told her was bullshit, and if she’d have stayed in long enough she’d have found that all is as I have told her.

There’s a soap opera there, and its deeper than what I or the club wants to deal with.

Okay then.

Had I thought a productive meeting this morning, although I didn’t want to wake up.

Think we may have someone to build the clubs website, but who knows. Any more when it comes to anyone or anything Wyoming at least western Wyoming I need to be convinced by example, and deed, as so far, all I get is a bunch of people that say they can do this or that, but simply fall on their face with bald faced lies, and excuses.

So I’m tending to going towing and the radio station, get my junk put together so late May my Wolf-Pack is outta here including me.

TTYLY

what you thought you saw but didn’t really see

Here I am nursing the remnants of the all day binge in Twin Falls. By now I can tell you every square spot in my ceiling  as well as every letter of my commode. Every time I do this, I say I’m not doing it again, but I’m sure I’ll do it again there’s just some occasions that demands bellying up to the bar and sopping up every drop of whatever I’m being served. For the damndest though I still don’t know how to make Vodka Jello, nor cider popsicles but they were yummy. We hired well in Twin Falls and place the right people where we needed them. Some were very trying and never cared. The others were way too trashy and were felons, they just didn’t tell us they were felons, and you can’t have felons working in a bar. Don’t know about Wyoming yet, but as far as Idaho and Utah, you can’t have anyone convicted of a felony pouring alcohol . Beer and wine yes, not hard booze. So I’ll have to check on that .

The entire trip that sadly I had to shorten due to some meetings here in Evanston, was enjoyable. Sure some of the same complaints I had for Evanston here was heard in Twin Falls. Mostly revolving around inefficient or at least slow meg Internet. Which was the reason for the unplug and relocation in 2013 from Twin Falls to Ogden and ultimately Woods Cross. Utah when it comes to Internet speed pulled its head out of its ass. Much of Utah is good for 100mbps down, and 60mbps up. With very few variations, in smaller towns along the Wasatch front. Out back of the Wasatch front it slows down considerably, and once you get in a fringe area unless there’s a burr under a saddle from a competitor the speed is going to remain ultra slow. Not that it couldn’t be faster, but few venture capitalists are going to invest money in systems in areas with limited growth.

Which is the difference between Twin Falls Idaho and Evanston Wyoming.

Both have the same problem. City councils and county commissioners that wish to have these areas remain rural, with little growth. Especially big city corporate company growth. They just don’t want it and thus the people suffer. Yet even towns like Morgan Utah, pulled its head out of its ass. Which is why there’s  a Tractor Supply Company store going in, in Morgan, Utah, not Evanston Wyoming. Watch the Harbor Freight store go that way as well. Big companies watch what happens or the struggles small to medium sized companies go through in getting established in certain places. If its easy in one place, and difficult in another, big companies will gravitate to where there is lower resistance. Evanston is not a place with little resistance, infact if anything its more stubborn than a mule and much more headstrong than Twin Falls is. Not that Evanston could not grow, because it can. In fact Evanston could be a crowning jewel with the growth of neighbor Park City Utah, but even Park City real estate is cheaper than Evanston.

The oasis that I thought I saw was not what I really found, more like a sandy rock, with no substance what so ever.

There is more stupidity, none educated, bassackwards ways of thinking that anything out of the ordinary out of the box, left field is said or told, to pretty much told to hit the road.

The club has gave the Evanston location a month. By protest they allowed me to stretch that in my sole discretion three months. But if by July, nothing is blooming, and I’m still up against the wall, even I’m pulling the plug and hitting the road and this time its for good.

Hours like this I remember the disaster that was Cokeville Wyoming as well. Conned into renting a house, along with a place to create films and docudramas from, I froze to death, at 50 below, because the boiler in the house was shot. Broken windows, and a police force, city council, although they gave me a business permit for it, but both could not separate the definitions of the word Hooker as in Highway Hooker Toewing from being that of cb trucker jargon for toew truck, rather than the usual connotation of a lot lizard. I still have vivid memories of walking out of that house over there during my move out, and two cops showing up with guns drawn. Looking back I should have sued their stinking butts, but I didn’t because I thought in my wyldest dreams I’d never move back here in my life. Thinking now I shouldn’t have, but I did for two reasons, refire the radio station here back up and make it better than it ever was, build a LPTV (Low-Power-TV ) station, and last, see if I could find our lost equipment or at least the little skank that stole it. The Reaper and all the rest of it was low on the agenda, in fact if I had known about Lotty’s being abandoned I might have increased the effort, months before. But the price of the facility, plus the money that’ll be required just to make it operational is going to be astronomical. The club does not want to loose big money in this effort. And if there’s not any more support for what we’re doing, maybe keeping it just the radio/TV station might be smarter.

As I close, my MamaWolf when I was a young WolfPup, said when I needed to cure a severe case of lackofnookie to just to go put it in a tub of lard, so since I’m needing at the very most a cure to that strange Polynesian disease , can I just go stick it in a bunch of Mayonnaise?

Meeting at 11:00 so gotta go try and sleep. Just hope the house quits twirling.

TTYLY

Don’t close the door, but the exit light is on

As I sit here devouring this Big Mac , and soda, here in Ogden, hey I needed nutrition and I couldn’t wait another hour to Evanston, I see one of our new hires Britt, is a bit put off to say the least. I guess what she and many others forgot is simply the Reaper is and was always a big maybe. That $4,k a month , plus expenses including food, booze and utilities is one helluva big investment. The thing is , if I can’t even hardly find someone to clean my apartment and make the damn bed, do the laundry etc, what makes me think I can find someone to wait tables, and tend bar? Much less fix up the damn bar ? If I can barely find one maybe 2 to work on the radio station, what makes me think, I can find models for promotion of the club, the bar and all that includes? If you can’t even get the damn Chamber of Commerce to call you , when the gay guy in the front office says they would, one needs to ask the simple question, whiskey, tango,foxtrot are we doing here? Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot, have I went through so much suffering for? It’s days like today, of going to point zero of the formation of the club to begin with, that you hear the echo's of the voices that said don’t go there. I can remember everyone in the scrap yard telling me, that me going to Ogden was a mistake. From Linc to Rickey , from Charlie to Jared all said you’ll be sorry.

But by September 2014 we had it together. It was only a month later I find that by my kind heart of a lonely sailor that turned out to be a flush out, that was my roommate , didn’t pay the bills he said he paid things got to a point that I had to sleep, eat and live in a 10X10 office where HazzardAyre hummed in Woods Cross Utah. Owners of the building said gotta move, club said you made the bed don’t expect us to help fix it, its your turn. So by December 1st I thought lets move a spin off to Evanston, only because the ad in the Uinta County Herald said, one bedroom apt utilities paid, $475.00 sure it was. If I had not been under the gun, to get moved from the office in Woods Cross, I’d have never said yes.

I screwed the pooch bad, but rather than blame everyone else, I owed up to the screw up, and have been to repair it ever since.

The radio station is the reason I came here, not Highway Hooker Toewing, not Hazzard County Choppers, and certainly not the Reaper(Lotty’s). The last one is a big reach at best.

With that in mind and me needing to get going here. The Reaper is not a dead issue, nor anything else. The reason I hired Britt to begin with is to train her to run the radio station, and manage the Reaper if we get there.

There’s a month now that the dream team here has to prove to the club, and myself, that Evanston is the right place to plant these seeds. If the ground remains wrong to plant, much less cultivate those seeds then as much as I care for all here, Britt, Anita ,Beth, and anyone else so far involved, hey its not personal its business, I’ll still be your friend, but sometimes you have to recognize that some places are no longer able to accept new business’s so one needs to move on.

But since I have done this before, I should have known.

TTYLY

After what I see here in Twin Falls shit better get better in Evanston

Here I sit in Twin Falls sipping something fruity and tangy, full of Vodka , maybe its Gin I don’t know, but it damn well tastes good. I’ve had 5 so far this one makes number 6.

I went over to Hazzard just a few hours ago, it was great looking at the old homestead there. To buy it back is a half mill, damn wished we would have gotten that back in 85 for it. My how stuff changes when it really doesn’t change at all. Wish fishin season was open then I could have went fishin for cats, no not the meow kind. Hey I only ate a meow cat once and that was on a bet.

I have seen growth from one end of this valley to the other. Was great tooling around in LexiBelle, her sweet rumbling pipes were music to my old ears. Something about a full bore big block Chevy through straight pipes and Cherry Bomb mufflers to get a old gear head in a trance, of remembering old times.

Sadly , here in a few hours, once I have slept off these drinks whatever they are, I have to fly back to Evanston and the serious migraine that, that is. I can tell you this, my two and 6 wheeled friends. The docs for the mini Reaper in Evanston is set for May 1st , so the village that should be forgotten, annexed to Utah, and rebuilt, if I can’t find things any easier and the club, mostly me can’t make a better connection, come May 1st there wont be no Reaper, nor radio station nor me there. As come May 1st, my stuff will be loaded, truck car and furniture, and my butt is back in Twin Falls. So to Mindy, Brittany , Anita, and a half dozen others, if you want jobs and want to see the Reaper happen there in your tiny village, you best be finding me the resources that the club and I need. Or I and the Knytes wont be there and we’ll all watch Evanston drown.

TTYLY

Why do people that don’t really know you want to be your friend on Facebook

Every now and again I’ll get some request from some dame I don’t know to be her friend

on Facebook. Most of the time, I’ll shrug it off and deny the request, simply because all too

many of those come from women who are escorts or such wanting to snag a date. Or you get

one that’s a simple prick tease that loves to tempt and excite a bunch of guys, simply because

she got dumped by some dude, and wants to take it out on a bunch of guys for kicks.

Then there are some that at first impulse seem on the up and up, so I approve the request, only

to be ignored. If I get ignored, or no mention of what I send them in a response, I don’t care

if they sing praises to Jesus or preach, or whatever, I soon unfriend them and move on.

Of course there’s the gals I work with, that I keep informed of club things, but after awhile I

get bored shitless over their juvenile teen style whimpering. Shit , take the binky out of your

mouth and grow the heck up. Seems all too many preach Jesus. If they have found our Heavenly

Father and his son Jesus Christ, great. But I see the same gals showing off some tattooed near

naked gal, and I wonder, what’s your game sister?

The only post I love to get is from Ellie our Nurse GoodBody, from Jerome . When she calls me honey or dear or says she loves me its not just a passing phrase, she says it because she does. I guess, 80% of my heart will always be hers, since when she entered my picture I was pretty messed up. Nearly as bad as here in Evanston.

I set a date with Ellie, tomorrow afternoon, at 3:00PM, going to go have coffee at the Java house there just like old times. I’m looking forward to seeing Ricky, and some of the other guys from the club, but I’m getting off track.

So I go through, weed out the Facebook friends that never respond to me or answer me back and keep the ones that will at least acknowledge me back.

So in closing, Facebook gals, if you want to be my Facebook friend at least acknowledge me back or its adios.

I’m not a play toy.

So why did you want to be my Facebook friend when you don’t know me, don’t live near

me? Bottom line honey , I ain’t buying.

TTYLY