Notes From Behind the Keyboard - July 28th 2014

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Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. I have, just now, sat down to write this edition of ‘Notes From behind the Keyboard’ for today and it is nearly 7PM Pacific Time. That means that, for all my readers in Mid-West and Texas, it is already 9PM. This is not how I had things planned out, for today. I really wanted to have this puppy published by 9PM Central time. Regardless I am going to write this and publish, tonight. Most likely I will promote this article tomorrow, Tuesday July 29^th 2014.

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Well, My Dear Readers, today was my first visit to the surgeon. This is the surgeon that I was referred to by my Infectious Disease & Oncologist, Thursday of last week. Here’s what I managed to find out, today. First, the ‘growth’ on my jaw line is not; a lymph node, an infected salivary gland, or anything “normal” or “naturally occurring”. Bottom line? There is more of a probability of this “growth” being cancerous than not. Still, there is no evidence (so far) to definitively state that I “have cancer”. Conversely, there is no definitive evidence that I do not have cancer.

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This is about the point, in the conversation with a doctor, where they ‘remind’ you that ‘medicine is more of an art than a science…”. Between you, My Dear Readers, and me? Horsefeathers! Next, the ‘placement’ of this growth is “highly problematic”. In that it is actually sitting right between my parietal gland and the ‘nerve bundle responsible for movement of the left side of my face’! JOY! Translation: one ‘false move’ and I ‘could’ find the left side of my face… … … (drum roll, please) “Paralyzed”!

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It is about this time that I start inspecting (what soon be) my surgeon’s hands. I quickly notice; he does not have his fingers manicured (nor maintain them well on his own), his fingers (on both hands) are dry and slightly chapped, and that just between the knuckles of his third and forth finger there is a good sized scrape on his hand. I express my concerns on the maintenance of his hands, being a surgeon and all. [Remember my father worked for three orthopedic surgeons for more than 30 years].

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I, respectfully, express my concerns noting the scrape on his left hand. At this point Dr. Nguyen start a conversation that ends up lasting nearly and hour. I discuss my medical history; father X-Ray technician worked towards Radiologist prior to his death to cancer, mother who (at age 58) became an R.N. and my five years as a ‘Level Five’ Pharmacy Technician at Long Beach Memorial Hospital

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(FYI the clinic I am in at this time, and the all the doctors I have seen about this problem so far are all Memorial Hospital doctors)

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And I explain my medical background and knowledge, as well as my story of the typewriter dropping on my head in August of 1987. After the hour-long conversation ends, I am more comfortable with Dr. Nguyen being my surgeon for this ‘lump removal’. We have reached an understanding that if the placement of this lump is such that he is concerned that there could be nerve damage that he is to “just get needle biopsy of the growth and close”. We have reached an ‘understanding’ that has left me confident that I will not come out of this surgery… ‘damaged’ to the point I would have to stop making videos.

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As well, Dr. Nguyen tells me that I am a ‘very astute’ patient, and he is somewhat impressed with my “outlook on life” considering the adversities I have faced. I express my deep and heartfelt thanks for his kind and generous comments. Hang on, let me backtrack… The whole conversation about the surgery, today, STARTED with Dr. Nguyen asking me “how are we going to put you under?” This is a question couched in his serious concerns about the state/condition of my cervical fusion.

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He expressed, to me, his concerns that I might (under general anesthesia) I might relax my neck and cause my (damaged) spine to… stop my breathing. We, later, conclude that he is not going to ‘put me under’ but rather just get me “really relaxed” and use local anesthesia, instead. I agree with his decision… this is also a ‘Good Thing’ for him keeping his distance from the nerves in this area. I really do not want to end up with a lopsided smile… or face. I am working against enough ‘deficits’ right now… I certainly do not need my face to look like I have experienced a stroke!

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So, My Dear Readers, I am scheduled to have my surgery at Memorial Coast Hospital on Friday August 1^st, 2014 at 12:30PM. I will check into the hospital about 10AM so that they can get a chest X-Ray… (YES, my doctors have concerns about me having cancer… I smoked for thirty years… and nobody has called for a chest x-ray in more than two years!... Brilliant, yes?), and they want to run a cardiogram. These are very good ideas to have these tests done prior to any surgery. I expect to be discharged later Friday evening, Friday night.

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I will make sure that I have finished writing and published ‘The Horror in Smithville – The Missing Chapters – Part Three’ prior to leaving to the hospital Friday morning. I know how many of you, My Dear Readers, are… ,like, addicted to this intellectual property and I do not want to put anyone through an uncomfortable weekend! However, quite honestly with all this cancer stuff and surgery on the mind I am not too sure just how much ‘other’ writing and publishing I will get done… this week. Honestly, My Dear Readers, I just cannot (right now with the ‘cancer’ thingy hanging over my head) get excited about ‘The Mars Report’, ‘Lost In Space’ or ‘Sunday Funnies’.

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I am NOT abandoning any of my regular article series. However, I am going to take a bit of a step… away, and devote more of my time to writing ‘The Horror in Smithville’ and… well relaxing and trying to get my head wrapped around… ‘Cancer’. I really want to be mentally prepared for the worst-case scenario. I do not want any ‘Bad News’ to send me into a spiral of depression. Seriously? If I am diagnosed with any kind of cancer?

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I want to; engage the best resources that I can get on Medicare and Medi-Cal, spend any & all spare time writing and finishing ‘The Horror in Smithville’ so that I might be able to send it out to publishers, and spend as much time as is humanly possible engaged in the pursuit of writing ‘The Adventures of Princess Nadia – Part One – The Healing Light’! You see, My Dear Readers, I really want to make sure that (if I am diagnosed… and I find that my time here is limited) I have finished writing as much and as many of my intellectual properties as I can! I do this for several reasons, not the least of which is that I really want to provide for Allen (my partner for the past 27 years) to the best of my ability.

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I am hoping that I am found CLEAR of Cancer! That is my deepest hope and dream! However, if I am found to have cancer… I would like to get enough (quality) cancer treatment so that I might have several – five years of life. You see, My Dear Readers, I have given this whole situation a great deal of thought. If I were to have three to five years I could finish all the intellectual properties that I have planned, at this time. I have (in my head) the workings of; three novels based in/around Timmy & Archer of ‘The Horror in Smithville’. The very next book, after the one I am currently sharing here at The Other Shoe, will take place later that year around Christmas.

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I have, right now, three books outlined in my head based in/on ‘The Horror in Smithville’ and ‘Timmy & Archer’. I, also, have the plot lines, and outlines for three (of the five I want to do) novels based on/around ‘The Adventures of Princess Nadia’. Just to make it all fun, and to add some commercial viability to these IP(s)? I have intertwined the two intellectual properties, at several points, in ‘The Horror in Smithville’ and have plans to do the same within the first two books of the ‘Adventures of Princess Nadia’ series, too. This is why I would prefer to have some time… for to be found cancer free!

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I mean, honestly, everyone wants to be cancer free! That is a given… It is just that I am thinking about this a lot… and (now) two doctors have expressed their (grave) concerns that I may have cancer. I know it is ‘reckless’ for doctors to express concerns about a patient having cancer before they know. It is, also, kind of ‘reckless’ for a neurosurgeon to express his concerns about me becoming a Para Quadra pelagic from a simple slip-and-fall… and that has happened, too. Honestly, I would rather my doctors feel comfortable expressing their concerns.

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I would rather hear that my neurosurgeon thinks that my previous surgeon, the one that performed the cervical fusion, “created a hinge in your cervical spine between your cervical and thoracic spine”. I would rather know these things. I would rather be prepared, than not. Thing of it is? By August 7^th I will know if I have cancer, or not. Further, just as soon as I know, My Dear Readers, I will publish and let you know too. I no more want to keep you all in the dark, than I want to be in the dark myself.

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That brings us to the end of this edition of ‘Notes From Behind the Keyboard’. In closing, I would like to express my sincere and heartfelt gratitude that Dr. Thang Nguyen is to be my surgeon, this week. I was very flattered by the compliments he paid men, while we were talking today. I have the utmost confidence in his abilities, and hope that if I am diagnosed with cancer… and need further surgeries that he would continue to be my surgeon, in the future.

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My Dear Readers, I want to express my deep and heartfelt thanks to all of you for your time, your ‘Likes’ your ‘Shares’ (on social media) and your continued support in this, my time of greatest need. I look forward to continuing this great and fruitful relationship for just as long as it is possible. Even with the worst possible outcome, I want you to understand that I will press myself to provide the best and most entertaining and enjoyable content and writing as long as I am able.

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Adieu!

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Thank YOU!

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Notes From Behind the Keyboard - June 16th, 2014

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Welcome back My Dear Reader to The Other Shoe. It is Monday, June 16^th, 2014 and about 5:15PM PDT. About an hour ago, I was dropped off here at home, after spending most of today… in the hospital. Honestly, this was not the way I had planned spending today. My original plan called for several hours, broken up into hour to 90 minute sections, writing several articles for publication later this week. Reality had other plans for me, and my time. It all started about 3AM this morning.

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I am having problems… breathing at night. It is difficult to describe, even though I just spent nearly twelve hours explaining it to four different doctors. I awake, in the middle of the night, gasping for air. Many times I awake to dizziness… and even tunnel vision. My first impression is that I have been smothered. Yes, and you wonder why I started writing horror. I awake, usually around 2AM to 4AM, and I feel like I am: A) Unable to breath and/or B) I have not been breathing. The loud gasping, and cries for help (too), generally awake Allen from his (usual) deep (almost catatonic) sleep.

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Yet, today was different. I was extremely panicked upon waking and asked Allen to “turn on the lights… something is wrong!” Much to my chagrin, and Allen’s surprise, when he turned on the lights he discovered that my lips were blue… as was much of my facial complexion. So much so that Allen (usually stoic… almost indifferent) actually gasped when he looked at my face, with the light turned on. Allen then informed me “Danny… I think you stopped breathing. I heard you gasping, again, and I got up to wake you up.” Allen is visibly… shaken; this gave me the chills because Allen just doesn’t show emotions, like, ever.

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So, I ask Allen “what’s wrong… you seem… shaken.” To which Allen responds “Danny, your lips are blue… your face is… bluish. I think we need to get you somewhere… like to an ER.” Totally uncharacteristic, yet not unexpected. Upon waking, I found myself experiencing tunnel vision and dizziness. The dizziness is not that uncommon, for my bouts of waking to gasping for air. The tunnel vision is much more infrequent. It is then that I realize that I am shaking and freezing cold. I ask Allen to get me a blanket… and “well Allen… you are the one that has to work in a few hours… you would be the one to have to get me home, afterwards. What do you think we should do?”

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Allen comes back into the front room, with a blanket, and he tells me that the blue lips and face, he has never seen that with me before, we should go to the ER. Now, My Dear Readers, I will be completely honest and forthright, I would rather chew off my own left leg than sit in an emergency room (in southern California) in the middle of the night. However, if one is to visit an ER in Southern California? It would be best to do so, in the middle of the night. Honestly, the emergency rooms of the major hospitals in Southern California (from North Hollywood to South Orange County) are packed 24/7/365. This has yet to change, since the passage of the health care reform.

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I would estimate that nearly 40% to 60% of Southern California residents still use the emergency rooms as the primary means of health care services. I am still hoping that changes… in my lifetime. Anyways, Allen goes and gets Alexander out of his cage, and hands him to me. (That is never a ‘Good Sign’ it means that Allen thinks I need claming down). Then Allen gets my cell phone and calls 911. I am sitting there, trying to focus on Alexander. He is darting around the bed, acting in a frantic and confused manner. Granted, we are never awake at 3:30AM so Alexander is upset by this drastic change in our life-pattern.

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I am listening to Allen, on the phone; he is explaining my current medical condition, what we woke up to… “blue lips… his face was blue… yes… his hands were also kind of blue… Yes, he is on ___ and ___ and ___.” Allen is giving them my current diagnosis, medications, and why he is calling. Then I hear him tell the operator “yes… he needs a power chair to get around… no, we can leave it if there is a wheelchair at the hospital we can use… I will get him ready for moving.” Then Allen hangs up.

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He comes over to the bed, starts petting Alexander with me, and explains that a ambulance is being dispatched and that I am going to the emergency room. Well, I am not going in my pajamas! I have Allen get out some blue jeans and a hoodie. Not pajamas, but I am not dressing up to go to an ER in the middle of the night. Allen helps me get off my pajamas, and into the blue jeans and sweat/hoodie. Alexander is trying to ride my shoulder, the whole time. Since Allen put him in bed with me, he has yet to leave my side. Right now it is about 3:45AM this morning, and I am still feeling dizzy and the tunnel vision has yet to resolve completely.

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First to arrive is a fire truck, with horns and sirens blazing at 4AM. Great, everybody in the building is going to thank me, for the Monday morning 4AM wake-up call. Groovy! Two firemen in coveralls come into the room, Allen opened the front door when he got off the phone with 911. They ask tons of questions, what I cannot answer Allen does. It is obvious that I have awaken these gentlemen in the middle of the night. They are very professional, but obviously just awaken. I hand Alexander to Allen and tell him that is time for Alex to get back to bed. Heck, the firemen hadn’t even noticed Alex until I was handing him to Allen.

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Suddenly they are asking if “Alex sleeps in bed with me… has he bit you?” and start looking all over my hands and legs. No, Alexander (rarely if ever) does not sleep with me… no, he has never bitten me. They do the blood pressure, as Allen is explaining my blue lips, face and hands. One of the firemen grabs my left hand and squeezes my fingers. “Does that hurt?” To which I respond… not in several years, I have limited feeling in my left hand, foot and leg… Now, the fireman that was testing my left arm for feeling grabs my left hand and begins pushing down on my finger tips, of all the fingers on my left hand.

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Press down, hold, lift off and watch. Repeat procedure to all four fingers and my thumb. He looks up at the other fireman in the room, there are several more standing just outside the doorway, and asks for the portable pulse oximeter. FYI this is the thingy they clip on your finger, in the hospital, that kind of looks like a clothes pin. It measures your pulse rate and the oxygenation of your blood.

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The other fireman tells him “Never mind, we can get that reading on the way, we are taking him in.” JOY! I am making a trip to a hospital emergency room at 4AM on a Monday morning. This is a great start to my week! My Dear Readers, want to know what my immediate thought was, upon hearing I was headed to the ER? (Thinking to myself) ‘GREAT! Just great… now I am going to be behind schedule all week!’ FYI, I was/am right, it is 6:00PM PDT and I have yet to publish for Monday!

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For the next 10-12 hours I am shuffled from; ambulance to ER stretcher, from stretcher to ER bed, from ER bed to X-Ray table – back to stretcher, from stretcher to observation table in a triage/treatment room (evidently, at one point shortly after I got there, I just “dusky looking” and they moved me to a treatment room), back to a curtained room back on a stretcher in the ER. I saw several doctors and nurses. I was given medications for pain, an inhaler, an IV, and injections for pain medications. They took blood, several times.

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First blush? They just knew that I had “abused his pain medications…” and that was the reason. They took several blood samples, and urine. Tests come back, no ‘street drugs’ and my serum levels for my pain medications were “well within normal levels”. (My ‘two cents’ when they found out that I had not ‘abused my pain medications’… somebody should have said… they were wrong and sorry for jumping to the conclusion I was a drug abuser’). I did not get anything to eat until afternoon, and I mean well ‘after noon’ about 2PM.

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I was released at 4PM and did not have the money for a taxi… home. Allen… Allen had to help me; get out to a bus stop, transfer me to the bus stop bench from the wheelchair, take wheelchair back inside the hospital, wait for bus with me, transfer me from bench to bus seat (that was… as humiliating and it was painful), transfer me off the bus on to another bus bench (by the apartment), go into the apartment and get our back-up wheelchair, transfer from bench to wheelchair… home. I got in the apartment and the first thing I noticed was I reeked of hospital… and bus. Allen got me cleaned up, then got himself ready to go to work.

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Right now, Allen is at work at his second job. He had to ‘call-in’ to his first job this morning. I feel badly for putting him through all this, making him miss a day of work… and drag me all around God’s green earth. After nearly twelve hours in an emergency room and dozens of test and several doctors? I was told “We are not sure just why this is happening to you Mr. Hanning. We are sending the results to your primary care doctor in Palos Verdes, you should call him in the next few days… he may want to put you on oxygen.”

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Nobody told me what, if anything, they saw on the chest X-Ray. Nobody told me what they thought was the reason I am waking up at night unable to breath. I was told that my pain medications were not “to blame” and that I was using them as directed and not taking too much. That will give no small amount of comfort to Dr. Gorlick. I knew that wasn’t the problem, from the get-go.

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My Dear Readers, I really wanted a head-start to writing and publishing this week. I am feeling very good about; my writing, the articles, my first venture into the horror genre, and my blog in general. That is the major reason for this article, today. I dislike missing days I publish. I do not like leaving you, My Dear Readers, in the dark. Tonight… well, I really am not feeling well enough to start writing for tomorrow.

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Allen is at work, and I am going to try and get some rest. Tomorrow, I have planned to call my doctor and then get busy writing the second edition of ‘Lost In Space – Our Solar System Tour!’. Tomorrow I hope to publish the edition featuring Venus. Then, with any amount of luck, I will be back on schedule for writing and publishing the rest of this week’s line up of articles.

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My Dear Readers, yes I am unnerved by the events of the past twelve hours. Yet, I am not going to let them get inside my head and have a negative impact on my writing and publications. I am even working out (in my head) this week’s episode of ‘The Horror in Smithville’. We left Timmy and Archer at the school, being approached by Gary Bartusk, their ‘School Bully’. I am not about to leave them hanging, and I hope to have them back home and safe by the end of the episode Friday evening.

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That brings this edition of ‘Notes From Behind the Keyboard’ to an end. I am happy to be home, and not still in a hospital. I look forward to seeing you, right here, at The Other Shoe!

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Adieu!

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Thank YOU!

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Time Article About Texas... and More!

            Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. Who knows, by the time this article is ready for publication my blog (at blog.com) might actually being working so that I might actually be able to publish at my primary blog location (URL). Yes, I know that most people could give peanuts less if I am able to publish at the same URL that I have been publishing too/at for the past three years. However, I do care if I am able to publish to www.theothershoe.blog.com. Did you, My Dear Readers, know that I am rapidly approaching the magic number of Three Hundred articles? Yes, at The Other Shoe I will be publishing my  300^th article… perhaps before Halloween.\

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[I would like to make it perfectly clear and understood. I do NOT agree with the author of this article at Time magazine. As a Texan I was offended by many of his assertions and his backhanded compliments did not make up for his gross mischaracterization of Texas and Texans. Whereas, I do believe that ‘low wage zero growth’ jobs are NOT the future for Texas or the nation. I happen to know that Texas is growing jobs of all kinds. I wrote about this article because I found it sorely lacking in the facts department and I really wanted my friends and family, in Texas, to be aware of this article.

I hope that everyone… all of you, My Dear Readers, understand and accept this article as it is presented to you. As a factual piece, taking aim at prejudices and gross mischaracterizations within national media, about the Great State of Texas. Thank you.]

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[caption id="attachment_1743" align="aligncenter" width="400"] (Photo-illustration/ Sarah Illenberger for TIME)[/caption]

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Three hundred article in just three years. I am rather proud, if I may say so myself. That is not what I came here to write about, this late Friday night. Nope, I have come here to write about… Texas. More specifically? To write about the Time Magazine article in the October 28^th, 2013 edition of Time magazine. Here is what I wrote earlier today:

.             “TEXAS made it to the COVER of Time, this week. The feature article will NOT be very welcome in my home state. Here is an excrpt from the second paragraph:

 

"A recent report from the FBI found that the home state of Chuck Norris (who lives just outside L.A.) LED THE NATION as the place the most people got kicked punched to death in 2012."

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 Not my words, a quote from Time magazine October 28th, 2013.

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 Being in the national spotlight is not all it is cut out to be, let me tell you.”

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Then I read on… further in the article.

            “Roughly a quarter of residents have no health insurance…”

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Here is when I began to realize that the writer of this article, at Time magazine, was…colouring his ‘facts’ in this… non-objective article about Texas. Here is the reality about the uninsured in Texas:

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            “Texas is the uninsured capital of the United States. More than 6.3 million Texans - including 1.2 million children - lack health insurance. Texas' uninsurance rates, 1.5 to 2 times the national average…”[1]

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The real number is more like 33%... see the image below from the Texas Medical Association web site:

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[caption id="attachment_1733" align="aligncenter" width="630"] Uninsurance rates in Texas 2009-2010[/caption]

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I am looking for more recent data, as I am writing this article and reading from about six different sources at the same time. Back to the article in Time. The writer freely admits that most of the job growth in Texas (for the pasrt ten years) has been in low wage and unskilled work. Released during the last Presidential campaign, under Governor Rick Perry the average wage of the “millions of jobs” created in Texas was below the Federal Minimum Wage. .

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The writer admits this fact, but counters with this statement:

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            “Automation and globalization don’t just make a lot of goods and services much cheaper---they sometimes make them free.”

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Lat me ask. Is there free food in Texas? Is there free gasoline in Texas? Is there free rent in Texas? Is there free health care in Texas? Is there free electricity in Texas? I didn’t think there was free stuff essential to life, in Texas. As well, I hardly think that lower costs can even come close to making up the difference between a minimum wage in Texas and a real living wage.

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See, this author is promoting “The Texas Model” and saying that what is working in Texas will soon be what works all over the United States. I completely disagree with this ‘libertarian’ point of view. To prove what the author was pimping, here is another quote (I find… disingenuous);

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            “There’s no reason a worker should need legal permission to become, say, a barber or a cosmetologist…”

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I just could not disagree more with this uninformed opinion. Did you know that barbers need to be trained in basic chemistry? Yes, if they are going to color or frost your hair… well you bloody well better hope that they have received the proper training in the chemistry of hair coloring and that the4y have passed a recent TEST on said chemistry. As well, you really do want your Pharmacy Technicians to be fully trained and regularly certified by the state they practice. Often, the only thing that stands between a distracted doctor and a lazy pharmacist sending aspirin to a patient on blood thinners is a well trained pharmacy technician. (FYI if you were to take aspirin or aspirin based product while taking a blood thinner? You would end up bleeding out of your; eyes, ears, mouth and anus... bleeding to death)

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I do not believe that the future of our great Republic lies in; low wage uneducated workers, cheap housing at the expense of the general health of a population, and the gutting of the middle class just to make the already wealthy, more wealthy. I do not believe that Americans should just ‘get used to’ getting paid less for more work each and every year.Accept that One in three adults and one in two children do not have any form of health care. I think it is unconscionable to make light of the growing violence in Texas and just push it off to the side of the page as ‘a cost of living leaner…’. I honestly think that Americans should be safe in their; homes, schools, churches, grocery stores and playgrounds. Further, I am factually certain that ‘arming more of your population results in lower crime rates’ is a bold faced LIE.  

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As this article factually states, Texas instituted a concealed carry permit for guns and it has resulted in; “rates of murder and violent crime… property-crime rates are high…” Texas “led the nation as the place where the most people got punched and kicked to death in 2012…”  Texas had 699 gun related murders in 2011. One of the highest firearm assault rates in the United States @ 58.28%. [2]

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It is going to take many years for the data to be collected and tabulated but one fact is becoming readily clear. Having more concealed weapons does not equal lower; crime rates, murder rates, homicide rates and suicide rats. Honestly, if it were as simple as having more Americans carrying guns? Wouldn’t the ‘Old West’ been a calm a quiet time with longer life spans. As opposed to the reality of the “Old West’ where gun deaths accounted for nearly one in three deaths and the average life span was 35.

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I have written, and published, this article NOT to “Bash Texas”. I understand and fully accept that there are going to be people I know and trust that disagree with my statement. They will insist that I have ill will in my heart and that I am just writing this article to further some campaign of discrediting Texas. You just couldn’t be further from the truth.

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Here are some sobering FACTS about guns in homes;

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            “Based on a review of the available scientific data, Dr. (Steven) Lippmann (of the University of Louisville School of Medicine) and co-authors conclude that the dangers of having a gun at home far outweigh the safety benefits. Research shows that access to guns greatly increases the risk of death and firearm-related violence. A gun in the home is twelve times more likely to result in the death of a household member or visitor than an intruder.”[3]

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            “Having a gun at home not only increases the risk of harm to one's self and family, but also carries high costs to society, concludes an article in the February Southern Medical Journal, official journal of the Southern Medical Association. The journal is published by Lippincott Williams & Wilkins, a part of Wolters Kluwer Health, a leading provider of information and business intelligence for students, professionals, and institutions in medicine, nursing, allied health, and pharmacy.” [4]

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            “Those persons with guns in the home were at greater risk than those without guns in the home of dying from a homicide in the home (adjusted odds ratio = 1.9, 95% confidence interval: 1.1, 3.4). They were also at greater risk of dying from a firearm homicide, but risk varied by age and whether the person was living with others at the time of death. The risk of dying from a suicide in the home was greater for males in homes with guns than for males without guns in the home (adjusted odds ratio = 10.4, 95% confidence interval: 5.8, 18.9)” [5]

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            “Nearly 800 children under 14 were killed in gun accidents from 1999 to 2010, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.” [6]

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            “In the 1990s, a team headed by Arthur Kellermann of Emory University looked at all injuries involving guns kept in the home in Memphis, Seattle and Galveston, Tex. They found that these weapons were fired far more often in accidents, criminal assaults, homicides or suicide attempts than in self-defense. For every instance in which a gun in the home was shot in self-defense, there were seven criminal assaults or homicides, four accidental shootings, and 11 attempted or successful suicides.” [7]

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            “Guns and cars have long been among the leading causes of non-medical deaths in the U.S. By 2015, firearm fatalities will probably exceed traffic fatalities for the first time, based on data compiled by Bloomberg” [8]

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            “A gun in the home -- thus available for self-defense -- is 22 times more likely to be used in an assault or homicide, an accidental shooting or a suicide or attempted suicide.

Researchers reached this conclusion by studying hospital admissions, emergency medical technician reports, police and medical examiner files in 626 shootings in or around a residence in three cities: Galveston, Texas; Seattle, Wash.; and Memphis, Tenn., for between 12 and 18 months” .[9]

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And that was all I could find in just one day pf researching this problem. Imagine the mountain of information and proof I could amass in; a week… a month… a year. I love the great state of Texas. However, I am not afraid of pointing out the shortcomings… in the state of my birth… or myself. America needs to come to the full realization that nothing is going to replace paying our citizens a living wage. Building and providing more affordable housing, and that the aphorism "a rising tide lifts all boats" is a truism.

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The future of our nation lies in finding the correct social and economic environment where we can lift all boats. That we can make life at the bottom more livable without harming the wealth, and while expanding the middle class. People, we have done this before in our nation’s history. And we did not do it by dividing ourselves against each other.

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As always, you coming here and reading my words honors me.

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Thank YOU!

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P.S. Please… drop by my eBay page and check out my listings… further… IF you would like to help me.. keep my new roof over my head… and eat a little better? You can contribute to help me at anytime by going to PayPal (click there to take you directly to sending money via email address) and looking up Danny Hanning email enzomatrix@earthlink.net

 

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[2]http://www.theguardian.com/news/datablog/2011/jan/10/gun-crime-us-state

[3]http://www.dailykos.com/story/2013/01/12/1178533/-Guns-in-homes-kill-people#

[4]http://www.news-medical.net/news/20100204/Guns-in-homes-can-increase-risk-of-death-and-firearm-related-violence.aspx

[5]http://aje.oxfordjournals.org/content/160/10/929.full

[6]http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2013/05/11/children-protection-gun-violence/2079177/

[7]http://www.nytimes.com/2013/02/03/opinion/sunday/dangerous-gun-myths.html?_r=0

[8]http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2012-12-19/american-gun-deaths-to-exceed-traffic-fatalities-by-2015.html

[9]http://www.jsonline.com/blogs/purple-wisconsin/184209741.html#ixzz2iEvlBL3c

October 1st 'Danny Update' and More...

       Welcome back My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe. I do not have that much to update. However, last night I did fall on debris on the steps going to the trash area. I was carrying a bag of trash and I slipped on some… debris from the demolition. I twisted my left leg, at the knee and banged my right knee and leg on the stone steps. With the difficulties I have with stairs, anyway. I guess it was just ‘a matter of time’ before this happened. See, this is the downside of being Danny.

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(Video of Debris and Trash All Over @ The Cypress Lodge)

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Any other normal American would have, likely, called 911 and taken pictures of the stairs. I mean it was debris on the steps that caused me to fall. These workers have been negligent to downright disrespectful of the residents here, and the need to keep the work area clean and clear of debris. However, not Danny… oh, no… not Boy Scout Danny. I just got up off the stairs, cursed myself and went into the house for a good cry. There are multiple bruises on my right leg, and my left knee is about the size of a basketball.

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(My knee and bruises)

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I twisted on my left leg and my right leg banged on the stairs. I really try to be careful. However, with the people working here, they are just not eve careful. They should sweep up, every day, at the end of the day. They never do. So, here I am trying to pack everything I own, by myself, and now I have to go without food.. because I just cannot walk that far with my left knee all messed up.

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[caption id="attachment_1702" align="aligncenter" width="456"] Brusing on right leg from fall[/caption]

(Bruising on my Right Leg From Fall)

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I am not a litigious person, generally. I am going to make an exception this time. Tomorrow I am planning on packing all the rest of my belongings. I plan on leaving out my DVD player, and my TV. Also, I plan on leaving this computer out until Thursday night. As soon as I pack up this computer, I will have no way to post or communicate until I get moved and unpacked. I received a call form Allen, today.

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He has received an answer to his ‘Early Release’ paperwork. He called to get; his phone number, the name and phone numbers of two personal references that he will not be living with and the phone number for his last job. That was the only number I could not get for him, when he called. He told me that he could be released as soon as tomorrow night. That would be Wednesday night. After I got off the phone, I immediately sat down and prayed. I prayed to thank God for Allen getting his paperwork back… and I asked… pleaded, that Allen get released before I am evicted.

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I am having some difficulty finding a place to live. Every day I go to Craigslist and; repost my ad for ‘Housing Wanted’. Then I go to roommates and look at all the new listings. It is just shocking how much people want for; a living room, a bedroom that is 8x10… and I even saw one ad for “a sleeping place…” for $450 a month. I am looking for a place that will; accept Alexander and be open to me bringing my own bed and TV and furniture.

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I am just amazed how many have “must have 9-5 schedule”... or “NO pets allowed”… or “Female only… college student only… must have regular schedule…” The majority of people just have so many hang ups. They do realize that they are trying to make, right? They have so many rules… so many unrealistic expectations that it makes every day an adventure in disappointment. However, for $1,000.00 I have found a very nice place available in Huntington Beach. They seem to be nice. Know that I am disabled, and I asked about Alexander and he responded “That shouldn’t be a problem…” I have to get back to them, tomorrow. I just have a problem handing over $1,000.00 prior to moving in… and with my theft from last week. “Once bitten, twice shy!”

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I wrote my brother, Darrell, today. I explained that I have done my best to vet a 73 year old widower. I had talked several times via emails. Went to his house and met him in person. Had a nice hour long visit, and ‘Larry’ stole my $300 deposit. Darrell responded;

“You don't even make any sense. You give money to strangers and then wonder why you get screwed over.

I can't keep throwing money down a drain like that.

Figure it out for yourself.”

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Now, let me be clear. This is how my email to Darrell started:

“Dear Darrell,

I need advice or maybe some guidance. I am not asking for money.”

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I am not too sure how I could have been more clear. I stated that I did not want money, I just would have liked if my brother called Larry and asked him to return my money. See, the way I see it is… it is much more difficult for a “stranger” to sleep at night if they know the person they stole from has family that cares. So, I explained the situation to the best of my ability to Darrell and simply asked if he would pelase call this person and act like he gave a damn what happens to his little brother. I had no idea that would be a bridge too far. Nor did I forsee that even though I said I didn’t want money just some familial support… that we would just (on his own) go for the ‘Danny is begging for money again…’.

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I knew that Darrell had already helped me out with money. I was completely embarrassed that the money he had generously given me, was taken by a 73 year old widower. It really did take a lot of courage to write the email and send it to Darrell. I mean… everyone is a stranger, right? If I am using craigslist, I am dealing with strangers. I am not sure just exactly how I am supposed to be renting or rooming with… friends. I mean I would much rather be rooming with a friend. I have even been offered to move in with a very good friend that I have known since 1995. However, he lives in Tennessee and I would loose; my doctor, my prescription drug coverage, and would have to leave all my belongings here in California.

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[caption id="attachment_1705" align="aligncenter" width="630"] Nails outside downstairs door[/caption]

(Nails Outside Door at Cypress Lodge October 1st, 2013)

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That is why I am really hoping that Allen does get his early release. That would solve a lot of problems. With Allen’s help I could; get everything in a storage that was large enough. I have already found a larger storage for less money. Only $30 a month for the first two months. That way I could put what I have here in the room now in the room on Friday. Then the next weekend, or the one after that, call my friend Tony and have him and Allen take everything out of the first storage and put it in the new storage area. Once Allen and I find a roommate situation that we feel will last? We can take everything out of the storage and move in to a new place to live.

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Right now… I am doing the best I can. I do not think; having people steal deposit money, having my brother call me stupid (repeatedly), and hurting myself just trying to get the work I have been left alone to do, done… is asking too much. I really did trust Larry. Honestly? I think it was all a scam. I honestly feel that Larry worked me and had every intention to steal from me from the get go. I had another very good, and old, friend tell me that his take was that Larry had this planned all along. That he intentionally picked a disabled person, intentionally was open and supportive just so he could take as much money as he could from me.

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[caption id="attachment_1704" align="aligncenter" width="630"] More Garbage on walkway Cypress Lodge[/caption]

(More Garbage On Walkways At Cypress Lodge October 1st, 2013)

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If that is the case, then it is a ‘Good Thing’ that I mailed the Certified Letter documenting the chronology of the theft, and how quickly he changed from supportive to thief. Allen has told me that he will help me file the lawsuit and make sure that I get to court in my power chair. I do not like to sue people. The neurosurgeon that did my operation… well, he took 4 ½ hours for a surgery that he scheduled for 3 hours. He told me that he would fuse C3-C4-C5 and instead he fused C3-C7. My next neurosurgeon told me that it was “the longest cervical fusion he had ever seen…” But, the first doctor was a “Stranger”… I was stupid to trust him, right?

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Funny that, some people just have streaks of bad luck or misfortune… However, with Danny (according to his brother Darrell) it is not misfortune, it is just Danny being stupid… every single time.

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Now, if Allen does not get his early release. I have a plan, too. I am going to get the larger storage, for only $30 for the first two months. I will put; my bed, TV, Firebird computer, DVDs, and all the furniture I have left into the new storage. Once I have a place to stay, and Allen does get out. I will have Allen and Tony help me combine the two storage area into the larger (cheaper) one. That will be the cheapest, labor wise, and I will not loose any of my belongings. I have located a cheap hotel, back in Stanton. Funny that, was the town Allen and I started out in when we moved to OC from Long Beach. Coming full circle.

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That way I; have a place I can afford for Alexander and myself. Have all my belongings in storage (the first month is FREE at the smaller storage). The first one is FREE until October 27^th. Either Allen will be out by that date, or I will have a definitive date of his release by the 27^th. I was told that they can prorate my rent, if I tell them in advance of paying the first full month’s rent when I will be moving out. That means; FREE storage for the smaller unit until October 27^th, $30 a month for the larger storage I will get for the 4^th, and now all I have to do is find a place for Alex and I to live until Allen gets out.

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That brings us to the end of today’s update. I hope that everyone realizes that I really am doing the best I can with what I have… and the situation that I have been… abandoned. I am not squandering any money. Heck, I haven’t eaten but one meal a day for the past two weeks. When I eat it is at night and most of the time it is one of those $1 Mother’s ____ Fettuccini Alfredo in the boxes, thingy. So, I have my food budget down to about $1 a day. I weighed 165 lbs. when I saw Dr. Gorlick last… I am betting that I am going to be about 160-150 when I see him November 5^th, 2013. I can tell in the mirror, that I am loosing a lot of weight. I have never really had an appetite when I am under stress, or depressed. I haven’t been under this much stress… since I took my last (failing) property and turned it around in three months.

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Just to toot my horn? I took a property with a 63% occupancy and a 40% resident retention and in just three moths? I raised rents, increased occupancy to 95% and resident retention to 100%. I was working from 8Am until 10 or 11PM every day for the first two months. I remember… I really liked property management… and I was quite good at it, too. While I was packing? I found a whole stack of my old Plaza Woods Newsletters! That was my first property to manage when I left pharmacy work. I wrote a monthly newsletter, collected rents, made deposits, kept the spreadsheet for all income and payouts and even did some light maintenance. I loved my work and was good at it, too.

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Once I am settled and begin writing from my new home? I will scan some of the old newsletters and share them with you, My Dear Readers. You will be able to see what and how I wrote back in 1996-1999. Looking back, I really worked hard for Charlie Roy and Plaza Woods. I even designed the web site, and published and did all the photography. When I like something and put my mind to it, I can be very good.

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That brings us to the end of today’s update. I hope that I have entertained… at least some.

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As always, I am deeply honored that you come here and read my work.

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Thank you!

Daniel Update September 30th, 2013

                        Welcome back My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe. Today is Monday September 30^th, 2013. I have injured my lower back I can hardly stand up. I slipped on rubble on the stairs, they NEVER clean up after Demoing here... I fell down the stairs and have injured my left knee. I cannot walk... I can hardly stand. My neck is throbbing with pain that shoots down both my arms into my hands. Saturday I placed a dozen or so boxes into storage. Since Saturday I have packed, my Firebird 802 gaming computer. I cried when I did pack that computer. I just have this horrible feeling that I will never see my favorite computer in my entire life.

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Truthfully, I have been crying every single day, for the past two weeks. Only when I am alone… which it is fortunate that I am alone all the time. Larry… the 73 year old widower that STOLE $300 of my much needed, hard fought for, funds. I have called Larry. I have messaged ‘Larry’. ‘Larry’ refuses my calls, but sends me messages… calling me a liar…then asking (in the same message) “why don’t you move in?” . How terribly abusive can one human being, be? I mean if I move in is it day after day of him calling me names? Berating me and insulting me? That is not a roommate situation… that is an ABUSIVE situation.

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I am in tremendous pain and suffering. I fear for my life and my safety. I have been continuing my search for a place to live. I have few leads… and I am fearful that I will be putting my belongings in storage to live, with Alex, on the streets of Orange County. I cannot get into a shelte4r… because I take medications… and that makes me a target for abusers. I will keep all my medications away from me… and any cash I may have at the time.

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I had really hoped not to spend October homeless… and worked so hard. If only a greed and avarice soul had not sought to do harm to another American… just to float their sick boat of anger and animosity. ‘Larry’ best be glad that my friend Harley is not living here, now. I would have sent Harley over to get my money… and he would have come back with the money… all $300 and all 6’5” of Harley. J

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I have to rest… some. If there is anyone out there.. reading.. that could help me. Please do!

Thank you… and it is an honor that you come to read my work.

 

Part TWO - Flashback to TSOD

TSOD = The Story of Daniel :)

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            Welcome back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe. I was writing my ‘Special Update’for today. As well, my apologies for how tardy this ‘Part Two’ of my Flashback of ‘The Story of Daniel’. Today has been hectic and I am really trying to get as much accomplished every day as my pain and time allows. I am very happy to announce that, as of the time I wrote this article, that my Indiegogo Campaignhas raised $1,400.00!  As well, my last two contributions came from (Drum Roll… … …) ENGLAND! I am so deeply touched (watch it! I did not mean mentally)… so moved by their generosity. I knew  that I had readers in England, I kept seeing their hits showing up in my traffic reports. Ian and John, if you are reading this? “Thank you very much for your kindness and support.” It is not often that a Texan gets a donation from someone in England.

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Now, where was I? Oh, yes! I was talking about the time I spent in the garage with my Father. This time period started on Thrush Street, in Houston. That was when I first started becoming interested in what my father did every evening in his garage-workshop. I knew that he fixed televisions for friends and neighbors. I knew that he talked to people all over the world on his radios. He proudly displayed the CQ cards that he received on the wall in the garage over his radios. I listened, from inside the house at first, to him call “CQ, CQ CQ… This is WA5NJB calling from Southeast Texas… CQ, CQ, CQ” He would go on for hours. Moving from one frequency to another, often for hours on end with no answer.

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[caption id="attachment_187" align="aligncenter" width="630"] Danny in 1965[/caption]

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When they did answer? They answered from all over the U.S. and when we moved to Pearland and I helped him upgrade his rig? He could talk to; Southeast Asia, the U.S.S.R., CHINA and Vietnam. I kind of glossed over it, last night, but I will never forget how my father connected boys in uniform in Vietnam with their concerned and war weary parents here in America. It was no small feat, either. Dad would receive requests from families. Most of them were other Ham Radio operators, but did not have rigs powerful enough to transmit and receive all the way from Vietnam.

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I know that it did not make the families around us too happy, but my father erected a sixty foot aluminum tower in our back yard. You could see the darn thing as far away as the First Baptist Church by the railroad tracks. I know, because I sued to walk home every day… staring at that tower. It was, like, my beacon guiding me home. You could even see the darn thing at night. At the very top, above the transmission elements was a very bright light bulb in a red glass bubble. Every night, at dusk, the light would kick on and stay on all night long.

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[caption id="attachment_189" align="aligncenter" width="311"] Danny in The Third Grade[/caption]

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Coming home, late from work or rehearsals, I would frequently look up at my father’s beacon. No other kid, I knew had a beacon to guide them home every night.

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As I was saying, I started getting involved in my father’s garage workshop when I was very young and we lived on Thrush street in Houston. We left Houston when I was in the third grade. Once we moved, well, Dad had a whole side  of a two car garage to work in, and got himself a fifteen foot long work bench. It had, previously, been used in one of laboratories at the Herman Professional Building (by Baylor University). Some lab remodeled… and late one evening? Dad brought it home hanging out of the back of our station wagon.

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Once Dad had this new work bench, things got very busy in our families garage workshop/business. Yes, my father ran his own business out of our garage. The name was ‘K&M Electronics’ (For Ken and Margaret). Dad repaired; televisions (first black/white then color), entertainment consoles (the kind with the HUGE TV, and a turntable, and AM/FM Stereo), radios, electronic appliances and even the radios of other ‘Ham Radio Operators’. He also built most of his radio equipment. Either he built it from schematics and parts from the (then about RADIOS) ‘Radio Shack’. He had Heathkit, Hammarlund, and a sideband adapter that was all Hanning Electronics.

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That garage was, also, more than just his workshop and second source of income. It was a school house. Especially in Pearland but starting in Houston. In that garage my father taught me; Morse code, resistance (and how it was measure in Ohms), ‘Ohms Law’, how to read an electronic schematic and how to use all the tools and electronic testing equipment he owned. Learning, in my father’s workshop, was not like learning anywhere else. My father made learning fun! When I did well, and got things right, he beamed with pride. When I made mistakes and got things wrong? He didn’t get mad, and he never called me stupid. See, the things is? In school, science, mathematics and history were just subjects in books. In my father’s garage? They came to life.

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Mathematics and science turned into Phone Patches that connected frightened young American boys in Vietnam to their frightened and older parents here in America. Numbers and little icons turned into a television, or a radio. Geography in school was memorizing states and capitals. In my father’s garage, geography turned into people with different accents talking from; Maine, Massachusetts. Boston wasn’t just a city, it was a person that my father talked to last night. My father is THE reason (I feel) that I did as well as I did in school. He brought the subjects to life.

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Well, it is getting kind of late. I am very tired and my neck is just throbbing in pain… shooting into my hands and (now) my face and jaw. I really want to write more… Oh, I was using Dragon Naturally Speaking speech to text software to write my posts. Until, well, about two weeks ago. Alexander does not like it when I spend hours and hours writing and posting. He really likes his father’s love and attention. He gets jealous.

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He has started… this I simply have to get on video. He will take a running start and jump into my lap. STOP dead stop, look up and smile. He LOVES getting my attention from the computer. I guess, sometime two weeks ago, I did not respond… quickly enough. Get THIS! He chewed through the wire connecting the headset to my computer. ONLY THE MICROPHONE connection. I can still use the headset for listening to music, or the like (like Netflix movies). However, I can no longer use this headset for dictating my articles.  SMART RAT, ALEXANDER! Once I get moved… and all the money is sorted out. I am hoping that I have enough left to purchase a nice headset with mic that will be compatible with the software. It says, in the instructions, it has to be high quality (lower dBS) so that there isn’t any background noise. I simply cannot afford a new headset now… SO everything you see… everything I post… is all back to hand typed. This is much more painful… .and much slower. Anyway, he meant no harm… or did he?

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As always it is a great honor that YOU, My Dear Readers, come here to The Other Shoe to read my work. From the bottom of my heart, “Thank YOU!” \.

I am still quite shy on my campaign (linked below with the picture). I have enough for, most likely, the first month’s rent and a reasonable deposit. I still have to raise enough to; rent a truck to move, pay for insurance( I do NNOT have a car… so they will likely ask for a large deposit to rent to me), some packing materials… a few high quality boxes for the computer and HDTV… and… two or three people to help Glen actually MOVE.

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I am so very sorry to have to keep asking for help. I very much appreciate EVERYTHING people have odne so far. EVERYBODY has been just GREAT!

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Please, if you haven’t? Please consider donating. If you have and know people who might.. and can afford to help? Please… PLEASE share my campaign. Tell them I am worthy of their help.

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“THANK YOU!”

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Please Share and HELP!?!?

Sunday Funnies on Tuesday August 20th, 2013

       Welcome back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe and a very tardy edition of ‘Sunday Funnies’. Sunday I was terribly depressed… well, I started being terribly depressed. So, I just wasn’t of the mind to publish last week’s edition of this fine series. To all my regular readers, I sincerely apologize.

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However, I am be morbidly depressed, but Alexander is not. Today he did the funniest thing, and thank God I caught it on video. Below, is the video of ‘Construction Alexander’. I hope that everyone enjoys the show. While you are watching I ask for just one thing. Will you think of giving? I am still quite short (yes, I am only 5’9”… but I am not talking about me)… quite short on contributions to my moving campaign.

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Please take a moment and help Alexander and myself afford to move to a new home? Thank you for your patronage, your support, your ‘Likes’ and your donations. My Dear Readers, you mean the world to me. Just that I would tell you.

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Enjoy!

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(Alexander Reconstructing His Home)

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Please Share & HELP?!?

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Cypress Lodge - Brown Water STILL - July 1, 2013

This is getting ridiculous, don't you think? An American should be able to get FRESH and CLEAN water in America in 2013. Right? I have spoken to the more times than I can count. They have not shown reasonable concern for the safety of my neighbors, or me.

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Therefore, tomorrow I am reporting t his company to the EPA for failing to provide “Drinkable Water” to the residents of this building. I was a property manager (off and on) since 1981. In San Diego, in Colorado Springs and now in Southern California (Westwood and Stanton).  One thing I know property managers and owners must provide to all residents (regardless of how they may feel about them) is “fresh clean water for drinking and cleaning”. This company (Cypress Lodge and Satellite Management) have taken advantage of myself and the other residents for too long. It simply must end.

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Below is a short video of the water being brown, once again. As well, there is a nice beauty tip, near the end. Thanks for dropping by, My Dear Readers. As always, I know that you have many sources of news and entertainment and I am honored that you come to The Other Shoe.

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P.S. I know that my health is really bad, today, but I just cannot stop. This is heinous and I simply must make them accountable… no one else will. I PROMISE I will get some rest now… well, I WILL try.