Author Topic: SquareD Part 4: Paint, topper, Roof rack, and continued change! (Read 199627 times)

Flyin6 · « **Reply #950 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:42:44 PM »

The rectangle things are the wedges that were bolted to the old sky Jacker springs.

I sprayed the trans crossmember to transmission mounts with hammerite dark titanium paint

Flyin6 · « **Reply #951 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:43:42 PM »

The sled dog was on her "A" game, alert as ever to possible approaching trouble!

Flyin6 · « **Reply #952 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:44:25 PM »

Time to mount the spring shackle mounts into the frame pockets

Flyin6 · « **Reply #953 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:45:28 PM »

The fit and precision of these parts is exceptional

Flyin6 · « **Reply #954 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:46:24 PM »

The shackles themselves are odd in appearance but look plenty stout. I had to play with the washer stack-up to get that right, but the fit is snug and square

Flyin6 · « **Reply #955 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:46:55 PM »

No comparison between the supplied 5/8" spring bolts and the factory stuff:

Flyin6 · « **Reply #956 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:47:49 PM »

Ready for the springs!

Flyin6 · « **Reply #957 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:48:41 PM »

Next up the front spring mount was bolted up

Flyin6 · « **Reply #958 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:49:16 PM »

It may not look like it, but that was a lot of work. You didn't see the disassembly of the old springs which was a bore and some of the painting, but that's OK

Tomorrow should see reinstallation of the springs and possibly the axle, although I need to prep the spring plates first, and I am contemplating putting a locker into the front axle...

So that's the S.O.B. at the end of build day 169

Flyin6 · « **Reply #959 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:50:28 PM »

Got some things done today.

Wasted some time running around to pick up the new Cummins turbo oil supply line which didn't show up ERRRRR....

So I returned to the FOB and started.

With the goal of installing the springs and bolting back the front diff, I started on these nasty front spring plates. They obviously need some work

Flyin6 · « **Reply #960 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:51:37 PM »

Which they got in abundance

Flyin6 · « **Reply #961 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:52:57 PM »

They got the rust converter/metal prep then the thick red oxide primer, then finally a thick coat of rubberized undercoating

Flyin6 · « **Reply #962 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:53:50 PM »

Wanting to recycle as many old parts as I can, still, these plates are not impressing me. Jungle sells them new

Next I transferred the angle wedges to the bottom of the new springs

Flyin6 · « **Reply #963 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:54:29 PM »

Then after applying some gooey poly grease to the surfaces, slid the springs home (Literally!)

Flyin6 · « **Reply #964 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:55:10 PM »

I selected the front hole to move the front axle forward as much as possible. Earlier I thought I'd keep things in their stock location, but this is an all out vehicle so outboard the wheels go!

Flyin6 · « **Reply #965 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:55:50 PM »

It was about now that I realized I had the U-bolts all bent on a 4" center. Well that works for the passenger side but the drivers side remains a 3.75" OC so I have two new U-bolts with nowhere to use them!

Flyin6 · « **Reply #966 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:56:39 PM »

With some time to kill before football practice, I decided to get the sound deadener applied to the firewall. I found the missing brake parts in Canada and they are in the postal system somewhere. When they get here, I'll be installing the hydro brakes and finish that all off, so now is the time to prep the firewall

Flyin6 · « **Reply #967 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:57:11 PM »

Still had time to wire brush the steering column extension and get a coat of paint on it

Flyin6 · « **Reply #968 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:57:46 PM »

And that. boyz and girlz is the quiet end of build day 170

Flyin6 · « **Reply #969 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:58:28 PM »

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Originally Posted by B20 View Post
Looking good!

Thank you!

Getting some trans parts now.
Have the billet flywheel in from Alligator Diesel, thanks Holton!

I have a UPS notification that part or all of the order from RevMax transmissions is headed my way, scheduled to arrive Tuesday. With that, most of the trans pieces will be here.

Getting ready to order the NP205 rebuild kit. Shawn discovered some old (NOS) Billet bearing retainers for the 205, so right out of the blue, that case is going to be getting an upgrade. Yippee!

It's all coming together.

I'm sure that within a month we will see that New Cummins sitting between the frame rails with a renewed trans and transfer case sitting behind it

Flyin6 · « **Reply #970 on:** October 16, 2014, 04:59:32 PM »

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Originally Posted by TexasRedNeck View Post
Who got baptized? Was it a new conversion or an addition of a new member to your assembly?

Keep up the good work. I get tired when I catch up on your progress.

How's the back?

Grand Daughter...Really a Christening, Baptism comes after she grows a bit and makes the decision for herself as you know.

Back is GTG

OK today got several loads of laundry done, the upstairs storage room all prudied up, clothes folded and two wheel barrow loads of weeds pulled. Garden is still a bit of a mess though, but after all that I needed a fix of partizination.

So I took a hit off the metric bolt bag and got into my happy place

The metric 10.9 X 35mm bolts showed up so I fully attached the turbo.

Flyin6 · « **Reply #971 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:00:19 PM »

With that cat in the bag, it was time to get the new Cummins turbo oil line out of harms way (From red dog attack) and installed

It's a brandly new Cummins part

Flyin6 · « **Reply #972 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:01:13 PM »

Some fast wrist action with the 16mm wrench and that line was installed

Flyin6 · « **Reply #973 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:02:04 PM »

Next up the oil drain tube assembly

It got a new gasket of course

Flyin6 · « **Reply #974 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:02:50 PM »

But, the bolt holes would not line up

Hmmm

Close inspection revealed interference from the much larger 66mm compressor wheel on this turbo. The compressor housing is now occupying the space where the oil line needs to be.

Looking at matters, I noticed a big casting ring that could be partially removed so I went about doing just that

Flyin6 · « **Reply #975 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:03:45 PM »

That got things pretty close although not yet perfect. But football practice was calling so I had to set this aside until tomorrow

Flyin6 · « **Reply #976 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:04:39 PM »

No more time to work, but we can still play parts...Who wants to play parts?

Thought so!

The boxes are stacking up once again

I had to go all the way to Ontario (A great place btw...) to get these brake adapter pieces to complete the new master cyl and hydraulic brake booster installation but here they are

Also I scored this trick little water nipple part which will allow me to plumb in the trans fluid/fluid cooler

Flyin6 · « **Reply #977 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:05:26 PM »

Next up is the Alligator Diesel (Holton) supplied ATS explosion proof flywheel. I wanted to go full billet to rule out the possibility of a failure of the flex plate in the future

Flyin6 · « **Reply #978 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:05:54 PM »

This guy always seems to be in the vicinity of hot roddin'

Flyin6 · « **Reply #979 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:06:24 PM »

I swear, that kat always looks like it's drunk!

The sled dog was hanging out as well

Flyin6 · « **Reply #980 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:07:26 PM »

RevMax supplied the low stall torque converter. It stalls not far above idle so going down the road there will not be as great a difference between the non lock up unit I am building and the lock up 47RH transmissions of the 2nd gen

Flyin6 · « **Reply #981 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:08:17 PM »

Just a pic of a dirty, tired NP205, but not for long

I found a good rebuild kit that replaces all the bearings, seals and gaskets for $150. Additionally I will be adding a rear mount that it currently lacks. THat new mount will bolt to a new cross member which I plan to weld into the truck frame rails. My thinking is that this transfer case is a pretty big piece of iron just to be hanging off the end of the aluminum (read: Flexy) transmission case. Might as well anchor it as well so that when I return to earth contact following a jump, the case will stay under the truck where I need it to be

Flyin6 · « **Reply #982 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:08:49 PM »

And that's the S.O.B. for the close of a very abbreviated (Why is such a long word used to describe shorter contractions??) build day # 171

Flyin6 · « **Reply #983 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:09:53 PM »

Busy week...Family visiting, farm activities, then I crunched my knee causing me to be a pogo stick man.
Aah, that's life, no one survives it!

Well today I just couldn't stand laying up so I cut the grass, and well, that worked OK! So then while balancing in an exaggerated front lean and rest, I pulled weeds for twenty minutes. Hmmm, was thinking I'd give the garage gymnastics a spin and here is what I did:

First I replaced the water temp sensor with a new one

Flyin6 · « **Reply #984 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:10:33 PM »

Next up, the block got a new oil pressure sending unit

Flyin6 · « **Reply #985 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:11:09 PM »

American made parts!

Flyin6 · « **Reply #986 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:11:53 PM »

Then I spray painted the new U-Bolts, the ones which are actually the correct size... and that master cyl adapter

Flyin6 · « **Reply #987 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:12:38 PM »

After a little more "tweaking" I got the turbo oil drain tube to fit like it was meant to be there

Flyin6 · « **Reply #988 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:13:18 PM »

Then the new water distribution "T" was final painted

Flyin6 · « **Reply #989 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:13:50 PM »

I found that part in Ontario, Canada and it will be replacing this fitting so I can get cooling fluid circulating back from the transmission oil cooler

Flyin6 · « **Reply #990 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:14:51 PM »

With a quick flash of some shiny wrenches, that new/old fitting found it's new home

Flyin6 · « **Reply #991 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:15:37 PM »

So far, so good. I am all about getting these parts off the shelf and installed. It's an endless process, it seems. So even though it could be done later, well, that is if the red dog didn't snack on it, I decided to install this turbo hot end heat shield

Flyin6 · « **Reply #992 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:16:24 PM »

The idea is two fold. 1. Keep heat in the turbine section to help it spin up faster
and
2. TO reduce the heat signature as seen from overhead.
I am going to do quite a bit more as you will soon see to keep spies in the skies from locking onto some hot spot on the truck
I think you'll like what I have in mind. I actually saw an army sergeant use this technique to mask his vehicle and drive up on a hovering Apache once.
I made a mental note of that for later use!

So here is the thermal blanket laced up, but not permanently secured yet

Flyin6 · « **Reply #993 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:17:00 PM »

As seen in the earlier pic, I installed the turbo discharge elbow as well

Flyin6 · « **Reply #994 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:17:33 PM »

Since those U-bolts were dry, they too got tightened in place, finishing that part of the front suspension install

Flyin6 · « **Reply #995 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:18:10 PM »

And that was that, the conclusion of a short build day 171

Flyin6 · « **Reply #996 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:18:57 PM »

OK, here it is:

The Great Candy Bar Fire
By
Donald Harward

As things go, occasionally we come across or get to participate in something that could not be duplicated, conceived or actually believed. This story, “The Great Candy Bar Fire” would be just such a thing. I would have hoped to just be the casual observer, you know, the guy who looks at the person next to him asking, “Did you see that?” in utter astonishment. Nossir (All one word in this instance, because I want to, thank you very much), Nope, I got to participate in it, and apparently I get to continue to participate for many months to come.

This is one of these totally unexpected things that utterly changes your life. A thing for which you could not have prepared, and a thing which if you were actually watching the vid delivered by a time traveler who witnessed the event, would conclude you were seeing nothing more than an elaborate hoax.

So what is a candy bar fire? How does it happen? Is it even possible? Has it ever happened down through the annals of time? Probably no, I would say, even though I got to live it, but life really isn’t predictable for those who jump in and decide to live it, now is it?

Sitting at my desk last Friday evening I was pondering the visit by my brother who had departed to return to his home earlier in the day. It was a nice visit. We got to hang out, go to watch the pre-Ranger smash heads on the field of honor while wearing his beloved Kintucky blue jersey. We had played around on the farm with my sister and her children as well, and shared cups of heavenly quoffee (Mispronounced as a tribute to my New Yarker friends). We talked about this roll bar, and that set of wheels, the effect of gearing on turbocharger size and we pulled weeds in the strawberry patch. It was a good time and I was savoring the memory.

My desk is arrayed majestically in my office in what we call “The Harward Room.” A formally designed and decorated room which contains a heirloom desk. The desk commands the rest of the room which is festooned with all manner of Harward families past. It’s somewhat “Church-like” generating a feeling of reverence of sorts. Purposely designed that way, I wanted the room to be the setting for the important talks one has with his children. Designed to add strength to any discussion with the trappings and majesty of several honorable generations. I remember having the awkward, Sex talk with the boys from that desk. The desk, however also is tucked in, in such a way as to make access a tad bit difficult. You have to bob and weave around the gun case, carefully avoiding the corners of that black walnut monstrosity also mindful of the desk top which threatens the casual passerby with its own ornate wood work buttresses of Walnut and Maple.

On Friday evening last, with a mind full of the memories of the visit, and while staring at the WW2 map of Dad’s 35 B-17 bomber missions on the wall opposite, the evening calm was abruptly interrupted. With piercing triple soprano, their voices which are not yet even close to puberty, began shrieking the words one never wants to hear. “FIRE, FIRE!” It hit me like a 7.62mm round fired from a distant sniper. Totally unexpected but with the impact of being stepped on by an elephant or some of those “wobble people” I saw all over airports when I used to drive jets for my money. Fire, What the heck?? Fire!!!!!!
So with the agility of Michael Jordan and the strength of an Olympic sprinter I made the first hard turn around the desk in a micro second. One could argue that I might have actually exceeded the speed of light, but I’ll have to await my time traveler friend to confirm the exact speed.

Made that turn OK, but the next ninety degree turn in the opposite direction around the gun case must have imparted some forces upon my body which exceeded structural limits. With a loud “Pop” sound and some white hot fire like pain commencing in my knee, I didn’t yet know what had just happened and I continued the accelerating turn. Having exceeded structural limits of my aging carcass, the whole body mass thing known as Don collapsed in a highly energetic mass of flailing body parts onto several objects which have now been permanently pressed into my torso.

Well, let me evaluate (All in the next micro second). My leg just blew up and gave out, I feel like I have been chewed on by a big dog, for a while, but know what? I’m still hearing that word, FIRE!!!!!!!!!! OK, back onto auto pilot (Automatic reaction and I AM a pilot!) so I get up and take off again, oblivious to the fact that I am now a one legged man. Well physics takes over and the non-working parts continue not to work and I go down again. Narrowly missing the corner of the (yes, Walnut) staircase, which immediately reminded me of the fall I had mid-winter which, thank the Lord, was stopped by the safety concrete in the floor! The good news was that I didn’t hear more of those obnoxious popping or grinding sounds, but that pain was getting to be a real problem, and of course, the fact that I no longer had a right leg invited its own set of problems.

Never the less, I pressed on like the brave although not so bright soldier that I am and finally made it to the offending scene. The door to the stainless steel wall mounted micro wave oven was open. There was a single filament of smoke wafting out of the door and rising slowly like the smoke from Humphrey Bogart’s cigarette from a scene in the movie Casa-Blanca. I pressed forward.

Inside, on the revolving table I see that the smoke is coming from the wrapper of a candy bar. The paper wrapped FOIL cover of that melted mass of once good quality Swiss chocolate. It seems the boys had chosen that time to enjoy the “Special Chocolate” which daddy had bought for them. Wanting to preserve it, they had unknowingly (to me at least) buried the candy bar beneath layers of cubes in the ice maker. Their plan was to simply micro wave it when ready to enjoy its decadence and all would be right with their world. So that’s what they had done. Retrieve the candy bar, and put it into the micro wave for, hmmm, let’s see, how about 3 minutes! Yep, that should thaw it slightly and then we’ll get to eat that tasty treat.

Judging from the melted blob, I would say the candy bar had made it through about half of the “Thawing” cycle, because when I reached in to grab it and slung it toward the sink to extinguish this raging single filament of smoke, it slung onto every surface within 10 feet within the arc of swing. Maybe a half ounce of the actual chocolate plus the deformed wrapper actually made it into the sink.
Emergency adverted! The “Fire” was out and my children would be safe from the fiery inferno that was surely going to happen. The house was saved and all was well!

Actually all was not well. You see, moving at slightly faster than the speed of light, Most of the pain had not reached my brain case group. Those pain signals now required a one inch thick nerve to handle the sheer volume and the actual electrical impulses were simultaneously converging on the pain center of my rather smallish brain. Hmmm, something hurts! Something really hurts! I mean Really REALLY hurts. As in let me see, a human can handle like 750 mega volts of pain (I just made that up) and I was trying to process, like 1,700 megavolts. So I wasn’t actually understanding how bad it hurt. You see my knee was hurting like 1.63 times more than what was humanly possible, but somehow I was still able to process that pain for a while. Part of my head exploded, another part of my leg caught fire and burned off and the pain energy raced to and fro with nowhere to go causing patches of hair to fall off here and there!

What I’m trying to say here is IT REALLY HURT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So after a while, off to the emergency room I go, wife driven of course. The nurse practitioner I see doesn’t actually touch me, but diagnosis me with a stretched MCL tendon and gives me a pain pill. I forget what it is called, but it’s the kind of thing one can also purchase at your neighborhood street pharmaceutical from the kid known as “Jimmy the bean.” So I take this thing and get all woozy but the pain is unaffected. I don’t care because my mind is now occupied with thoughts and computations concerning the ballistics of the .45 vs the 9mm for a suicidal head shot. I think in the end just go .45 and “git er dun!”

The wife is sharp. She is helplessly watching as I bite off a filling which I just paid $268 for and decides that her big old tough Armee guy must really be hurting and that the pain med isn’t working. So she calls the hospital, explaining that this narcotic designed to subdue elephants is having no effect. The nurse hands off to the doctor who advises her to give me TWO of these narcotic things. Much to my chagrin, I swallow two more of the things. The doctor further advised that in two hours, that if the pain does not abate, she is to bring me back to the emergency room, and that would serve as proof that they had mis-diagnosed me.

Well I took those two things at 2200 and by 2400 I was in absolute white hot pain. You see since every part of me down there was swelling up so much, that my nerves had finally reached 1” in diameter and were finally able to accommodate all the pain impulses that Mr. Knee was sending. I thought about harnessing a deep cycle battery to the injury to store the energy, but kept losing the concept amidst the evolving thoughts of suicide as a possible pain control measure. At one point I thought that if I had the wife just hit me in the back of my head with an iron pipe, I would find the bliss of unconsciousness and that would be a good thing. But then I further reasoned that either she would 1. Miss my noggin completely with the swing, 2. Hit a glancing blow which would only heap additional head pain onto my abundant knee pain, or 3 somehow be successful, but then while harboring thoughts of something awful I had just done like leaving the toothpaste on the countertop, swing hard enough to dispatch me to the pearly gates. Not so bad, really, but then the thoughts of my beautiful wife separated from our beautiful children by those pesky iron bars of the state pen, was just too much to bear. OK scratch that, back to the .45…Glock of Colt???

About this time, around mid-night I learned firsthand that pain meds makes one sick, as in projectile puking sick. Not so bad really because while you are wrenching at least all that pressure and additional pain is added to and felt by the broken up parts of the knee joint assembly as well…Yea…

So she makes the call and they request my presence. I am now speaking in tongue due to the arrival of the fully functioning 1” thick nerves, she thinks I am also going crazy, and surmises it might not be a great idea to load this crazy man with one leg who has learned a foreign language into the caddy for the drive over to the emergency room. So after some time they all decide to just see me the next day.

I finally get to a very bright orthopedic surgeon who takes one look at my knee and says, “Man, that’s one ugly knee!” Then he starts probing around and shoots some X-rays. He concludes that he needs an MRI and suggests that I am headed into surgery. He says, “I’m thinking you have torn your ACL and MCL. He says with all this irregular swelling, you might have other things going on as well!

Then he asks “How did you do that?” And I answered, “Ya know, just your standard candy-bar fire accident.” He nodded with a smile and said, “One of those, hugh.”

So this story has no moral. I mean anyone knows (Except for my pre-rangers) that you don’t cook foil wrapped candy bars in a micro wave. And I couldn’t say or ask any real man, not to sprint to the safety of his children or home. Nope that doesn’t work. I can’t talk about the dangers of arranging furniture this way or that or even comment on the inherent unsafe attributes of walnut. Again none of that makes any sense anyway, so this my friends ends up just being a story. A story which is yet to end and one with which I dearly wish I was not a participant!

Flyin6 · « **Reply #997 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:19:54 PM »

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Great Chapter...sucky outcome. Big D, I Hope this story gets better but probably not near as much as you do!

Ah-Men!

I'm stir crazy. Taking some narcotic pain killer, which it doesn't!

Head all buzzin' and leg still hurts...what the heck?

I am driving forward in the acquisition of parts

Only have the trans special tools now to get, then wait out the rest of the RevMax stuff, then we will get that fired up. Ought to be able to get that done while seated at a stool, I hope!

Have all but one transfer case part. Shawn graciously sent me some billet bearing retainers for the NP201, so that little project is about ready to run...

I'll figure out a way to get everything working again and integrate that into the surgical plan. Hey, life goes on regardless of whether one chooses to participate!

Flyin6 · « **Reply #998 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:20:42 PM »

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Originally Posted by stlaser View Post
Glad to hear you received those NP205 bearing retainers was wondering about that. You know I think you can rebuild that t-case from the comfort of a stool, hope you get feeling better.

How on earth did I call that box a NP201?/

I have a theory

I am on narcotics for pain control. Fact is they barely help, but I feel loopy all the time. Turned into a jokester as well...messing with the nurses and doctors.

Went to get my MRI the other day. Came through the door on crutches wearing a knee brace. I was moving like one of those 80 year arthritic people who take really small steps, then stop and look around, then proceed...

So I walk up to the counter and the nurse asks, Sir what is your problem? I immediately answered "Hand trouble." Hand trouble, she asks looking at the crutches and peering down at the wrapped knee. Yes Mam, you see my broken knee forces me to use these crutches and now my hands hurt!

She laughed

Anyway, I can't wait to get into that NP207

Flyin6 · « **Reply #999 on:** October 16, 2014, 05:21:39 PM »

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Originally Posted by jms89 View Post
I am praying for a quick and easy recovery for you. Those narcotics are no fun to be on!! Seem to drain all the ambition and productivity right out of ya.

Thanks for the prayer
Surgery is scheduled for Thursday for meniscus and MCL repair and some joint smoothing for arthritis.

Concur on the drug thing. So how on earth does a segment of our decaying culture actually use those things recreationally? I actually stopped taking stuff today to try and just deal with joint pain and not have to be sick while doing it!

Had some interesting observations at the hospital, I'll share

At the Ultra Sound (Screening for possible blood clot) the lady there says, "well, you're different." Of course I asked why. SHe said almost all of these type of ultrasounds for clots she does, she does on heavy people. She confided there was a male in there this week who weighs 507 lbs!

Now how does that happen? I mean if you start drifting north of your normal weight, you'd think you'd take a notice and possibly DO SOMETHING. OK lets say you hit 100 pounds OVER your normal weight and what 7-10 pants sizes. One would think that would be quite the wakeup call, but past double your normal weight?
OK suppose it's been a few years since you were able to find your size in the big and tall shop? Can that go unnoticed? The nurse told me the average male they were seeing now weighed 361! Three hundred sixty one pounds!
These are unprecedented times and those added layers of blubber in a sperm whale look alike contest show you do not know God, have little self control, and say that to everyone else as well. SELF CONTROL America
BOD (Book of Don) says that attitude is a bye product of a life gone way too easy, the effect of this safety Sam attitude, and a loss of a focus on one God and more about ourselves!
Today, as I was getting out of the back seat of my wife's caddy in front of the orthopedic building, she parked in such a way so that my door was facing outward into a turnabout. I pointed that out to her and she brushed me off. You see, you could just steer into the other side of that circle and not come anywhere near us. But here comes Mr Cadillac with the 80+ year old driver headed straight for me. TO get by he would either have to drive into the grass or push me into my car. But he kept coming! So I yelled at him, like really loud. and he even acknowledges me by nodding... But does he stop? No and as He drove past me I swung my crutch at him. THe swinging motion of said crutch pulled violently at my destroyed knee and all I felt was white hot pain. I can't even say if my intended target, his windshield was even hit.

My wife was very upset...AT MY REACTION!!!

Am I crazy here, Am I so detached from the reality that American society has become?

Tell ya what if that is how we are, then to hell with it, nothing left to defend, let them suffer the fate wrought from a self serving life!

Back to the hospital. A few days ago I am standing behind this mother and her barely 20's child, a girl. THe girl has on a set of shorts that would make any stripper proud. She is also wearing a painted on halter top and add to that...She is pregnant...AND HAVING CONTRACTIONS.
Sticking out of her back pocket is a pack of Pall-Mall cigarettes.
What the heck is wrong with people? Obviously you can blame that do nothing mother who would stand for such a thing. My wife dam sure wouldn't!
I say it again, you are looking at a total lack of God in this person and indeed family's life! And she's reproducing. For a moment I wondered which self respecting male would inseminate her? Probably that 507 pound guy wandering about. No guidance, no morals, no education, no common sense, indeed...NO CLUE
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