Pretty good when its the middle of May and you still need a space heater to stay Warm yet spend big money on natural gas for heat but your still cold

Before I get into my rant here, by now most of you know that the main officers of the Founding charter of the Knytes, has pending a vote to not continue with the buy of what was to be the Boars Nest here.
Reasons for the withdrawl of that buy are many, but much of it has to do with the lack of prebuy local support, and the limited if any, lady eye candy prospective employees. So rather than me kill myself for a community that would just asoon, see me vacate, I and President Rick, said might be time for me to look to going home back to Hazzard Idaho. And I'm pretty much decided on that. Although I'd like to finish up the radio thing first and of course getting my rigs and rides ready for such a trip. Both will take a couple of months.
Which leads me to my main topic. I'm not one for sub zero weather. Although Idaho has some of that, it usually does not last long, and I've never, even when I lived in a shop near Burley, Idaho, had to run a space heater along with the gas furnace just to stay warm. Turn it off and its freeze city. I think if somebody would buy the Wentworth here, put some serious green into it, it would be a great little place to hold up for awhile. But the people who own this, as well as like I when I brought the idea to buy that fracking bar, buy land for a bunch of money, sink a bunch of money into it, but in the end, your going to be lucky if you break even, if that. Face it friends Evanston Wyoming is not a place to drop anchor, its more of a place to take a piss, buy gas , then get outta town. Tammy did it, many others I know have done it. Now its my turn. 
Just got done burning the music tracks for tonights show, but I have that long haul to Hazzard in the morning, so I'm off to dream land. 
TTYLY

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