Chronological reversal.

After getting at least 8 out of 12 hours of sleep, I awoke this morning realizing that my empty stomach could be filled, put on my threads and foot trucked over to McDonalds. But here’s what woke me up, and the visionary although in the outer dimension, the preceded my awakening.

In my vision I was near the old homestead near Hazzard, in a Jeep Cherokee owned by one of my ex’s about to test the flying characteristics . I realized that with a bit of go fluid, and about an hour I could really go there. The reason I don’t is one of those things that is pushing me out of the valley. Aside from the idiotic arrogant  , ignorant attitudes of so many prudes, deep rooted in traditional LDS patterns of thought, the one thing pushing away, is that old homestead. a year or so ago, the people farming OUR ground pushed over the house, that I was born in. The fact that Mom & Dad made certain that patch of ground and one up on the hill would be reserved for me that cousin Bud stole from me and sold without my consent, is well gone. I see the house Mom and Dad and I put so many hours and days and weeks is just barely the structure we built. It hurts to degrees few can relate to. Its like someone who looses a loved one due to a rape followed by murder. I think everyday that place, that time, even though even then I was in a state of mind that Mom & Dad, should have never moved from Layton Utah here at their retirement in 1970, that my life would have been so much different, if we had stayed there and perhaps, Mom & Dad might have lived longer had we not moved from there here, and Dad putting long hours of labor into that house that some over zealous real estate brokers and a Trustee, should have left me in. More over the hours mom put into stuffing fiberglass insulation in every simple crack , cranny, and space even though her COPD, should have never gotten near that stuff, more over her sanding, on both sides of al 32 doors, in that house. Each one getting hand sanding and 8 coats on both sides soft sanding between coats of Varathane . Perhaps if we had stayed in Layton, not going through that Mom and Dad might have lived longer, I would have graduated High school, a year earlier, and I’d be in aerospace somewhere, or media in broadcast engineering, but here I am in rural Idaho, and have tried to fit in, since 1971. I never have acclimated to rural Idaho.

So after breakfast, I came home, and started watching TV, at least I’m going to enjoy it while I can. On there on USA Network, was this Jennifer Garner in it where she was transported into the future after some pixie dust fell on her from a doll house in the closet. Here was a 13 or so year old propelled into our era, with all the responsibilities and concerns of an adult, but looking at it from a kids point of view. She finds that her best gal pal, is the same demeaning school mate that made fun of her as a kid in the past. That although grown up was the same self centered egotistical person she was in school. same thing that I face each day with Rick, now. Sure Rick is a Knyte although not for much longer from what I hear. Club is looking to expel him, in other words do a only used twice before a none lethal club discharge. But while Rick got me with Charlie and I still see Rick, on a daily basis, some of those old, late night traffic stops while I rode with Deputy Minard of the Gooding Sheriffs Office, and my insider information that had all too many in Hagerman, long before it became Hazzard, or got the honor to wear that name, the many still doing time, the fact that Rick himself got sent up to Boise for a long stay at Gowen Field, thanks to my investigation, might have something to do with Ricks bitterness. The bottom line here, we remember all the great memories of things, especially in our dreams or visions, but when we also reconsider and remember all the mean bad things we all went through, the hurts, break ups, gals and pals no longer there, wanting things to go back to the way it was, not the way it is. Realizing that those same bro’s you cruized with, out on State Street in Salt Lake City, pulling up to some gal with her guy on the corner and asking him , if she cheated on him too, which usually creates in a break up, and a shot at her yourself, those days gone. Now your Bro’s are married, with kids, if not divorced with kids, having to work three jobs to survive, pay child support, and house payments. Those good old days gone. Some things cannot be resumed, from the point you left them. Things change, people change, and good or not, you can’t fix them. What you can do is look at options, stay where your at, do your best on your own goals, try to hold onto the few brethren you have in a group you and all too many created that has whittled down to just a few, Or do you say, maybe its time to overhaul the same group, move it to another location as far as HQ, in a different setting, backdrop, and environment. Even if it is one you used to know.

With that in mind, the Knytes of Anarchy has decided to base itself in the town of Tooele Utah, and will be relocating much of its operations there over the next 6 months. KDXB FM /HAZZARDAYRE radio, will still have its sub station here, but will be rebroadcasted on KDOH AM 1090 West-Point Idaho, rather than Buhl.

KDXC FM out of Burley, and be based at KNAK FM in Tooele Utah.

With transmitter and tower at Wendover Utah/Nevada.

Remember next weekend is our monthly meeting, at the shop on Shoshone.

Oh and the bar? Still going up, but I wont have to run it. I have been installed as temporary, Regional Executive Director, of the Knytes-of-Anarchy. As well as will take the seat of President of the AyreWolvez.

But I wonder if you could reverse the chronological order or the time period we grew up in, would we go back? If we could knowing then what we do now, could we change things, and if we could correct the time period and events would we? Or just accept the things that happened as life lessons, learn from those things and say okay, now I understand.

Getting sentimental, that in my next entry.

Can or should we reverse time? In essence do a Chronological Reversal.

If you think that people and time don’t change think of this> even Enos and Cletus have changed.

L8R Aviators, and Rebels,

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