End of the day, Sorry but due to circumstances beyond my control The Knytes call Evanston quits

The end of the day concludes that as much as I’d like it, Due to Circumstances and idiotic junk, The Knytes-of-Anarchy is pulling the plug on Evanston and moving things back into Idaho, at least eastern Idaho, Montpelier Idaho to be exact. This works out great for me since its not that far of a trek to move stuff, and two most of my own kin folk live in and around Grace/Soda Springs, Idaho. So we at least the club is outta here. Thanks to Daniela of CenturyLink and all, but there’s not enough of a return on the investment to make Evanston worth the stress, as soon as my car(General JaxSon) is repaired and rear main on the truck, my butt is adios, it’s the third strike on Evanston, and I’m all struck out. I don’t like leaving things undone or anything, but there is the want versus the need. Evanston is drowning in its own conceit and I don’t plan on drowning with it. I’m outta here.

The moving all of the radio werx and all, the money spent on infrastructure and the rest has just been too much, much of it has came out of my pocket, and with rent as high as a cats ass, friends, I do not need this, nor can I like it, so I’m outta here.

Thanks to Bishop Hiatt of the Uinta View Ward here, for helping through fast offerings on rent and equipment recovery, Thank to the Yellow Creek Ward for help getting out of Yellow Creek Estates, but at that point the bright option would have been just go back to Woods Cross, not the other way around. Which is why I tried to just keep things there, pay up back rent and again stay there. But Brandon and all said no, so I moved it all. The Snow storm that stalled me here in the first place was not a good omen, it was Heavenly Father asking are you sure you want to be here? The con job on that trailer at Yellow Creek Estates, that should be condemned , the hassle with NGL and all the rest. Now that the Knytes are moving and closing this charter of the club, I’m saying I too need to say adios.

So thanks to all who tried to help, but there’s just not enough gumballs in the gumball machine to make it worth the stress the, stubbornness the bassackwards mentality and many more things including the frigid cold, deep snow. Sure its going to be a real Beetch to be in Idaho, it too is no Shangri-La but, at least when money is tight I can drive a spud truck during planting and harvest. So I said rather than bring LexiBelle to me, I go home to LexiBelle. Enuff said.

TTYLY

 

Quote of the Day:
I do not agree with a word that you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.
--Voltaire

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So you think your crap don’t stink, dang holier than thou

So thought I had made a connection with somebody on the local car show that’s being put on here in Evanston, Some gal named Sher Pentz she runs a gig to do with spray on tans. The minute she knew that it was the Knytes knocking at the door on Facebook, she flew the cage and blocked any further communication. Okay fine, who the heck needs her? Now before ya’ll think I’m knocking the LDS Church here, don’t think that at all after all I’m LDS at least in heart and soul. But I think some church members at times think their manure don’t stink, they get this big holier than thou attitude, and if anything is just slightly off plumb they give you the boot. I say piss on it. The areas none LDS community is beginning to become very much attractive. I guess that’s why I dig my biker friends and all. Bikers don’t care how you look, how you smell, or any of that, once your accepted into the biker community, all you got to be is you. Is that not what God taught. Love your neighbor like yourself? Rather than love your neighbor only if it meets you social status? One of the hardest things many do, and its not just the LDS community here, there’s so many here that will dang near take off their clothes at a bar, yet can’t even bother to be even cordial, even if what your doing is going to help them. So why do I even bother just get me outta here? Mostly because, I gave a commitment to the long haul freight haulers and that community of the highway to be their voice here on radio as well as our online radio station. Quite frankly when it comes to the community of Evanston, its getting very apparent that somebody namely me being a bit higher octane , ain’t wanted and thus as much as I move forward 4 steps I get knocked back three. So why don’t I just move? Its hard to move a radio station, but as soon as that’s transplanted in the Wells Fargo building, my car has a new engine and the rear main seal on LiL Wolf is fixed, I’m outta here. Which is why still to date, haven’t changed license plates or drivers license. I’m a Idaho spud, and that’s where I need to be. It’s also why LexiBelle isn’t here yet, but I have a plan for that as well. Put her in storage in Twin Falls, get things done here, get relocated back into Idaho, then bring LexiBelle to where-ever in Idaho that I am. I’m just tired of it.

Who needs this much stress? BTW the Wentworth is currently full, but bet your next tank of Diesel, there will be an opening come July.

TTYLY

Quote of the Day:
Gambling: The sure way of getting nothing for something.
--Wilson Mizner

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Maybe Tomorrow I can go fetch milk and groceries

Maybe tomorrow I can go fetch Milk and groceries. Stayed on station most of the day, its not that I don’t have any money, got plenty, trouble is finding time to do other things in normal life. The sacrifices I make goes way beyond the normal life. I spend 80% of my time doing the club’s business, then try and squeeze in time to do SteeleEagle Toewing’s business and still try to find an hour to go take care of things like fetching food, and such. Hey I love the club, would lay my life down for any of them, and all would do the same for me, trouble is 80% of our membership are still deployed fighting those idiotic, Taliban and others mid east. So I do domestic chores here for the club. Building a radio station is one thing doing the on air chores and duties is another. What gets me many times is here in Evanston, is as many people that say they support the station project, as well as our online operation, on Livestream.com we can’t seem to even get one much less two, gals to be on air personalities(DJ’s). Even at the mere $15.00 an hour we pay, I hear many complaining about a lack of jobs here, but put up a notice for on air anchors nobody calls, put up an ad for pin up girls, no calls, put say your opening a bar, and the whole town calls. I had to drop out of that project for many reasons, mainly as drinking or working at a liquor bar, goes against my LDS teachings, so I can’t do that. I’m working towards temple recommend so can’t even go near the stuff, now days, even beer makes me sick, even the smell of it. So the idea on that as of now has been changed to more of a Nostalgia Drive Inn, to be located where Sonic was here in Evanston. Complete with cruise nights, and weekly car shows during the few summer weekends we have here. But getting back on track we need help at least employees yet one can’t find any. Seems like few people are into what used to be called Greasers, or hot rodders.

Stay tuned

TTYLY

Quote of the Day:
When something can be read without effort, great effort has gone into its writing.
--Enrique Jardiel Poncela

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Time Waits on No Man

There’s an old saying my Dad used to quote on a regular basis, especially when my Step Brother Stephen and I were lagging a bit doing farm work. The saying went, “Time stands still for no man” The correct saying is Time waits on no man. Be that as it may. Resting on ones laurels or contemplation means your competitor is racking up points while you sit and stew. The thing is when opportunity knocks, at least open the door. Granted the results all the time are not good at least you opened the door. Yoda said it best, Do or Don’t, no maybe. Which is one of many reasons I took a leap of faith, and jumped into moving radio werx operations from Woods Cross here to Evanston. Yes the effort is constantly an uphill battle, and there are many hurdles involving infrastructure. But then challenges are what builds character, and sometimes builds bank accounts. While I will never say that the Knytes are the only innovators I will say we have done more with less, and brought to fruition more advancements in technology in rural America than just about anyone I have known or as it is, been involved with. The Knytes-of-Anarchy, started life as a mini bike club, in Layton Utah back in 1968. Yes a bikers club, but thing is we evolved. The Hazzard thing didn’t get into the mix until mid 1979. Long before that the organization of some 100,000 strong nationwide, was created under the idea of how about a working young training platform for youth wanting to go trailer trucking or at least commercial over the road trucking? In 1973 a few of us, found CB radios. They were popular at the time. Soon after a meeting between my Dad and I with the Gooding County Extension Service, office there’s director, and the only and has not been invaded since, 4-H truck transportation project was created, under the guise of the TeenAge Truckers Association. Modeled after the infamous Independent Truckers Association or ITA, the President of which was Mike Parkhurst the original creator and publisher of the only owner/operator truckers publication at the time Overdrive. In 1974 I attended a High School that was really progressive in Lewiston Idaho. Of course my roots in broadcasting was in there, and got on a high school radio station, little did I know at the time that this was a turning point for myself and the organization. One night doing board work during a basketball game, that after which I did two hours of radio targeted to truckers. The show was heard all the way to Moscow Idaho, and as far East and south as Grangeville and McCall Idaho. People liked what we did. By the time I got home back to Hazzard(Hagerman) Idaho, there was bundles of fan letters. OTR drivers wanted what we did, so the TTA created albeit short lived the station KDSL FM. Using some donated military radio equipment that my Dad had secured from HAFB Utah. Originally called Long Haul Radio, became after the conversion to all things Hazzard County Dixie Diesel Trucker Radio. KDSL, became KTOW in 1984 and now runs as KDXC FM based in Buhl Idaho. Thing was at the time of Long Haul Radio there were no real OTR radio shows west of the Mississippi . One was created in Bountiful Utah as JOC Radio which for tax problems failed, but the idea was sound. Had we waited there would have been no trucker radio west. So we did. Operated for 2 years in 1975 to 1976 as a pirate station going on air at midnight to 5:00AM by the time I went into the Marines in 1977, we became licensed through work of the club. Most of you who read this knows the story of the creation of the Knytes, but for those who don’t I’ll do this as quickly as possible. In search of diorama props for our entry into the 1981 Salt Lake City AuatoRama, we discovered a rusting out Dodge Charger. We abandoned the General Jackson, and went full steam ahead. Had we waited to buy that car then, the western Hazzard County Empire might never have occurred. But we bought the car, took it to Hagerman rebuilt the dod stuff out it, and took home a few awards at the 81 AutoRama. But once home the idea of opening the original off TV real to life Hazzard County Garage was opened in March of 1982, then shortly after My partner in the company Jimmy MacDonald and I decided to bring all the grassroots rural gearheads to one organization that became the Hazzard County Knytes(KNIGHTS) modeled after both the Dukes of Hazzard and the hit movie at the time the HollyWood Knights. We wanted cable TV out in the boonies but hey no cable company wanted to run cable to the boonies. So we conjured up a method of using old radar dish antennas with cable set top boxes and created the first satellite tv service, that was called HazzComm or Hazzard County Communications . Had we waited, the royalties that we get now from both satellite services might never have been, we were the first. Of course the story of converting the Hazzard County Knytes to the Knytes-of-Anarchy is not an obscure one. This is where you get the omens from divine inspiration, perspiration and dedication. It was a winter night in Glenn’s Ferry Idaho in the year of 2008, a few of the Hazzard Knytes were gathered there, God decided to let it snow, and snow it did. The only TV channel on DIRECTV was FX, and the only show on there was the 1st season opener of Sons of Anarchy. There at the time was a growing need to expand the Hazzard Knytes beyond its original kountry rural roots and go more urban. The idea was to rebuild the Hazzard Knytes on the original platform of the TeenAge Truckers Association. Our thought was and remains, instead of a bikers club, lets go trucking as both vocations are based on open roads, full fuel tanks and fancy rigs etc. So with that what is now then as the Rode Knytes, was recreated as the Knytes-of-Anarchy, and the rest of it is history. Thing is, had we waited, the organization might have disbanded and been mostly forgotten. Which brings me to now and back to relocating here to Evanston. Sure few if anyone would aim to making Evanston Wyoming with a population of 16,000 a media hub, but if we wait, somebody with deeper pockets, and more governmental ties might beat us to the starting line. So yes buying CenturyLink at $1,100.00 a month is steep as hell, thing is we can create a new opportunity here for ourselves and the community we reside in. Using AllWest as a backup our streaming radio network kicks butt, more importantly by this fall if nothing disturbs the forces, we should be on over the air.

More L8R ya’ll I need to go, just stay tuned.

TTYLY

Quote of the Day:
A man who lives right, and is right, has more power in his silence than another has by his words.
--Phillips Brooks

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Remember there’s a lady in the house put the seat down

This does not happen very often, but when it does I take full advantage of, the condition is I had the situation of companionship of a real lady over night. Which is why I signed off the air early for last evening. Everything went smooth until about 04:00 hours, when I heard a curdling scream from in the bathroom. My lady went to the head and attempted to sit down, but apparently I forgot to put the seat of the commode down. Of course she forgave me, we got in the shower together and I wont go into details ,but that was a great way to wake up.

I remember that Mom used to remind me to put the seat down, and quite often from sitcoms we hear about this, but its never real until you experience this for yourself. It wasn’t to be mean or anything but if you are a male corpuscle living alone, you go through your normal routine and not think twice yet I didn’t even think of putting the seat down, but I will now. Hey this might turn into something so stay tuned. At least if I’m going to get screwed in Evanston, this way I can enjoy it.

This makes this weekend a bit easier on me, but its still sad. In March of 1983, my mom passed away. Mothers Day, is a honored day in my environment since my mom was the greatest of all , and this is not just my opinion. My Mom was on the design team for the landing gear that is under the C5A Galaxy Transport aircraft used mostly by USAF teams. More over my Mom single handedly designed the movable wings on the F1-11-A Fighter aircraft that system is now used on the F-18 Hornet and the F-15 Eagle. Mom was the leading go to person for many causes including but not limited to philanthropic needs. I can’t count how many of millions of dollars she gave. Her main one though is the reason I’m so vigilant on, in preserving and education of the history and culture of the south, mainly Confederate history. Born in Gilmer Texas in 1921 Mom never did have much college. She started at a cosmetic school in Pocatello Idaho, as a teen, worked at the Green T there as a hostess, as the big bands were trendy then, she could carry multiple dishes on her arm and not spill a drop, the Green T’s policy at the time, was if you spilt someone's food, you bought the dinner. Mom and her best friend Marge Goddard, saw a poster in front of a US NAVY recruiting office, went in and signed up. Several years later she met my Dad at the Alameda Naval Aviation Center in Alameda California and in 1947 married my Dad. Dad was a wounded US Marine Aviator then assigned in Flyte C of the original VMF214BlackSheep.

Mom was one who could irrigate farm fields with a shovel, plastic dam and siphon tubes, and she did all 400 acres of our farm then in Hazzard Idaho. She could make water dang near run uphill. She and Dad milked 150 head of cows, had beef cattle, Mom even barn broke the milk cows, hey I kid you not, a cow would come in get ready to be milked and think about going poop, mom would take a little riding crop and gently tap the top of their tail, and no poop. Of course there was that big bull we had named BIG JOHN, and he was Big. But gentle, that bull would stand guard in the field over me while mom would do her irrigating. He even got to the point through moms training to gently rock my buggy. Mom was amazing. Yet to date every year there’s something that keeps me from going and at least put flowers on Mom’s grave on Mothers Day, Memorial day or her birthday on the 28th of May. This year it’s a bad rear main seal on LiL Wolf and the General JaxSon being laid up with a bent crank shaft. Think I found a motor just waiting for a phone call. But getting back on course here. Mom was a fine lady, she is the measure I put on most women I meet. I don’t think I’m different from most guys, we all love our mother. Mom could look good dressing up for a dilatants ball for a Congressman which she did often, yet still look good in her coveralls and cotton shirt doing farm chores. There’s a ton of people in the Hazzard Valley of Idaho, that owe My Mom a debt of gratitude, even for their own survival. Including the Knytes. As it was Mom who first invested in the club, of some $500k to get it started. It wasn’t the public schools that taught me how to read and all it was my mom. The list could go on, but I’m working with tears in my eyes, this week so if I seem a bit distant understand I’m just remembering my Mom.

TTYLY

The inmates are ruling the community

It’s not the relaxing kind, but its movement none the less. I think and even that is somewhat hypothetical , but I think the radio werx is on its steps forward. I have gotten two people here that were part of the original radio station here in Evanston , helping, so I think progress is in motion.

Think I found an engine for 250 for Gen JaxSon so this might just smooth out, a bit. Don’t get me wrong my head and sails are still pointed northwest of here 125 miles, but a Confederate Marine does not know the word retreat or defeat. We don’t quit, its what I call Hazzard County tenacity, and a bit of Hazzard County Enginuity. Remember I came here to build a radio/tv station for the Knytes/AyreWolvez, not to go toew or build Harley’s nor to fly. There is a serious need for and a cry for a solid radio station here in Evanston, and I’d like to say I made a bad decision that turned into manure in 2006 into a silk gown in 2015. In other words reversed a bad into good.

I guess many people didn’t get the message, or ignored it, as all too many were in favor of reopening Lotty’s here and replacing that with the Reaper. Thing is for one thing to happen the radio station is paramount. The club will not back the bar without the radio station in place. Quite frankly, radio is a place to let yourself be silly, and earn a paycheck, when many work with the sweat off their brow, and make much less. For me both are a path to get off SSI, and earn my way. Maybe buy a house here, build a shop and plant my ass somewhere. Evanston itself is not a bad place albeit the inmates at the State Hospital here I think invades and rules the community. Tried to open the can of worms at the court house on the radio buy, and you’d think I’d have dressed in a pink too-too, or something, its was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. Got in touch with a few people involved in the original station here and many want it back on, so while our FM goes up, we tread to gain traction on the action of the AM.

TTYLY

Quote of the Day:
At the working man's house hunger looks in but dares not enter.
--Benjamin Franklin

Philippians 4:6-7“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Brought to you by BibleGateway.com. Copyright (C) . All Rights Reserved.

Making decisions is Tuff, but you have to do so sometimes

As I get ready to hit the rack so I can be awake to deliver to you another AyreWolfFM/HazzardAyre radio show at 06:00 I am being true to myself in telling you that my mind has been made up, to move Northwest of Evanston here about 125 miles, to Bear Lake Idaho, and get me going towing again, plus flying, as a hangar space was found there so I’m going to be hunting down places to live there. The car will get repaired here in Evanston over at Chads, likewise after get LiL Wolf repaired there as well. Bear Lake Idaho is only an hour or less drive from Evanston. I will also do the club’s office at the 5th floor of the Wells Fargo building where HazzardAyre/AyreWolfFM will be, but there has been too much hurt in this town for me to have to live in it every day.

This is not to say that I will not honor my commitment to help clean the meeting house here where my old Ward is, but after the way I was treated last Sunday, I’m making my appearance there very limited. Some other things like when the Bishop is not there, I’m treated worse than the Wolf in amongst the sheep. Brother Reed, is the only one outside of the Bishop who genuinely shakes my hand and welcomes me there. But I can’t even be called on to give an opening or closing prayer. It’s at a point that while I know the teachings of the LDS denomination is true and real, it’s the body that does the teaching that I have trouble with and have an internal conflict with. From the time I made a name mistake to looking at ones daughter as a potential poster girl for the web site, its not said, but I think the feeling is mutual, that I just no longer go to that Ward, it’s just too much judgmental.

Now to bring this into focus, as an example. In Ogden at the Sullivan Hollow Ward, I was much as I am today. The Ward there knew I drank, chewed and all, yet never were they too busy or too stuffy to come over to the house. My Home teacher who used to live here in Evanston, BTW, came to the house many times, but never said much in the way of criticism of me drinking Jack on my front step, working on my truck with Skoal in my mouth, and the hands that shook mine were real and loving. Oh yes the Bishop there, helped me a lot through church funds, mostly for rent after I got hoodwinked over a roommate who never paid any rent, nor utilities. The last one though, I got a $150.00 deposit, from so at least I got that. but expenses were too much so I had to relocate. But one of the most heart breaking times was having to leave that Ward and I fought hard to stay there, but the greedy landlord, got too bullheaded so I had to go. I forgive all even him, as I know Heavenly Father will fix that hurt. But outside of two not of the Bishopric, and the Bishopric here, few others even acknowledge that I’m alive, much less care, so why bother. None of them even brought anything over for my birthday, Easter nothing. Not even a visit on that Monday the 27th did they even come over to say Happy Birthday. NONE OF THEM!! So I’ll take my sacrament here at home, read my Book of Mormon, and my bible home alone, and just go back to being just me on two wheels or being just me the pilot. Heavenly Father did not say, you can preach my words, but only after you progress through a misguided system of requirements. Bottom line I don’t have to go to this Ward much any more and by the end of July, I wont at all, since I’ll be 125 miles away from here. Again, I’m sure the feelings are mutual.

I came to Evanston to do one thing, to give birth to a radio/TV station. Not to toew, not to trick out Harley’s , and not to fly, but to create a radio/tv station. So I’ll fulfill that task, but anything else, naw its just not here.

As far as the social thing here. There’s a single mother just about my age with two daughters whom one just got baptized last Saturday. She’s not a Victoria’s Secret model, but she’s pretty. When I heard her testimony last Sunday, I could feel the loneliness in her heart and words, couldn’t the powers that be of the Ward here, done something to help in at least introduction and maybe help with a match making? The list goes on, but my advancement into Heaven, I feel is no longer dependent on me going to a Church Ward, that wouldn’t care much if I dropped over and died, much less come to the funeral.

Besides, being in Bancroft Idaho, means I can go see my son on a regular basis, as well as spend at least some holidays with my own kin folk in nearby Grace/Thatcher Idaho.

Catch ya’ll on the bounce around, good numbers to ya’ll

TTYLY

 

Quote of the Day:
Hurry! I never hurry. I have no time to hurry.
--Igor Stravinsky

Philippians 4:6-7“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Brought to you by BibleGateway.com. Copyright (C) . All Rights Reserved.