I always remember Pappy's moto, Show me a hero and I'll prove he's a bum

Col. Greg Boyington said it best, Show me a hero, and I'll prove he's a bum. However if there was ever a hero, that could get a job done, or complete a mission objective it was Greg, (Pappy) Boyington. Not only do I continue to honor him as a great American, and a standard to which I aspire, I'd say he is a hero. 
Today being Memorial Day, let us all honor the one combat squadron creator of WWII, of which the modern day variant was based on, that being Col. Greg Boyington, of the VMF214 , now the VMA214 BlackSheep , USMC.
Semper Fi Greg.

One thing is for sure, when the light is shown on a evil insect it runs and hides or defriends you from Facebook

For every little insect that is a pest or at least a nusiance they all scurry into the dark or hide if a light gets shown on them. One of the worst are human northern Yankees. Many this election season are putting their money and votes on the Republican Party to bail out a nation that has been lost ever since the treaty was signed by Grant and Lee. Abe Lincoln was while maybe not a complete liar, was the stone carver of what we refer today as a Marxist. Yankees can't be trusted, no matter how much they cry and squeek. As for me I'm voting straight on the Confederate States Party lines. But that's not what I came here now to write.
Here's the story. Was at the good old Legal having a brew to get some relief from things at the Lair, when I was overhearing although I wasn't trying to, but heard some people yapping about the local dragstrip here. Fine I thought, this is right up our alley, what it turned out was right up our anus, mine even worse. So one's lady pal at this so called pow wow, sold real estate. Said she could set things in motion for a bar etc here. So we went, looked at several. For the price, up to a point the one main one was (and I'm finding out why they didn't) one that although not represented by a realtor, was for sale. Until after looking it all over, figuring out the limitations and finally saying no, by order of the Charter President. Told this lady, that, thought it was done, but, she kept coming. All the while so damn helpful, introducing people to me, me to them, attending a few functions two of which I bit my lip not to say what I wanted to say, finding out that she had told the Chamber or they told her, not to have anything to do with a borderline Outlaw biker club, let alone me. I hate backstabbers , scallywags  and carpetbaggers. As long as I was treating and buying I was a saint, she was showing me the town. The minute I said no way and took a different path, she defriended me on Facebook, and so on. And this is someone I began to trust. And she wonders why I never gave her access to the Club's financials or phone numbers to club officers. 
As for me, I don't really care any more. As it is I don't have to do much if anything for anyone that I don't want to, I get a comfortable pension from the Marines, Most of my bills are paid, if not all, my rides except one which is getting repaired is paid for. I have a suitable tinker shop, here. My life is fine. I do the radio station and bar & grill for my service to the Club(s). I don't get one penny for it, and why? Because most of the club(s) members are people and friends you make in combat and military service are ones there are no replacement for. We all depended on each other. As such, to keep my mind from going bonkers I do my jobs for the Club(s). If it were not for that, I'd stay home, watch TV and kick back for the rest of my life. 
Okay then, went to the Memorial tribute whatever it was here, this morning, wasn't going to, but decided at the last minute, only because Lisa said she might go. First, I nearly got up when this one old fart from the VFW, got up and was yapping about the history of Memorial Day. He droned on about how it was Decoration Day and all, I hate that. Memorial Day was created by our daughters and women of the South, to honor those who died in the war tween the states. So then was the first of the program, that two members of each branch of service carry our branch's flag from the rear of the building, to the front. Only two Marines there, me and a just hardly dry behind the ears recruit. He in dress uniform, I'd have worn mine, but its a bit on the small side, now. Can't button it. But my Marine golf shirt served. So that was done. As for me and Evanston Wyoming, once as stated many times, once the radio station thing is up, and someone I trust running and managing it, as well as the bar & grill, is set. My butt is moved home to Idaho. With Wyoming, only being in my rearview mirror. Not my windshield. This last fiasco, with that Realty firm, was the last rock on the mules back, let Evanston drown in its own conceit, and arrogance. 
TTYLY

Simple things mean a lot and make other things more plausable

Yesterday was a tilta whirl to be sure. Was up at 05:00 getting ready to do a show, but it being Sunday thought I'd let my downstairs neighbors snooze a bit, so watched some Hulu, TV , until I found from a pop up notice that Hulu, billed me wrong so gotta wait until Wednesday, to fix that problem, so the Bishop texted me that church was going as usual, went, but found the atmosphere was considerably different. Dave, and his kin were not there, hey maybe they moved I thought or maybe its just they all went elsewhere for Memorial Day, a gift btw to all Americans from our Sisters of Dixie,  so after sacrament meeting, I was going to chat with our Bishop, but caught a call so took that. After which, took the Viper (one of our helicopters) did a quick flight to Yuma to MCAS to welcome back a bunch of the 214 back home, a few of those are members of the Knytes as well as the WolfPack , which means the more of those that come home for extended leave and such, the more of them can do the heavy lifting work that I'm so burdened with, that things like the Bar and Grill, can be ran by them, not always me, short on that, it means me departure from Evanston, back home to Hazzard can happen sooner than later, and I can attempt to piece back together what Shelly and I are all about, in a place big enough to have everything, small enough to be called a rural city, and give me some peace. 
Okay then. This morning at 11:00 AM there's supposed to be a thing at the roundhouse, honoring Vets, first don't know where the roundhouse is, but I'll be there anyway. As I think that honoring those who have paid the ultimate price is worth the trouble.
I need to clear something up here. Lisa, my new friend from the TumbleWeed is just that a dear friend and associate. Nothing more. Sure the other night absorbed with a bit too much alky, we got much closer than might otherwise be. What she did though was put a bandaid over a seriously bleeding wound, when she really did not have too. The fact that I haven't been touched in any way by a human woman, for nearly 20 years or so, made me a bit clumsy to say the least, but the fact that she did, cemented a mess of things together, that were, to say the least a bit  on the shaky side. It's not so much buying a place, its running one. A bar & eating place is tough. What the hell I know about running a bar can be found in the pages of, placing mouth under a brew tap and pulling a lever. Sure I can be great in a kitchen, but I can make what tastes good to me, not always to others. Finding a stand in manager and all is a tough gig. Sure many might stay there, after the Club buys it, but with my rep here, might not be a bunch of split tails that will stay. Kind of the little Red Ridding hoods, not wanting to be eaten by the big bad Wolf here, thing. Plan of action is; Finalize on the bar & grill here in June, finish up on the radio station as well, July finish putting the touches on my rides, so that come August, Shelly and I can go over to Hazzard , Idaho. Find a place to live, shop/office for me, and then get my butt out of here come September 1st. So I don't have to spend another unproductive winter or life in Evanston frigging Wyoming. As far as the Reaper and radio station , plan is buy, build recruit and hire people for both, then let them run it, and my only involvement? Unless it burns down or something like that I can pretty much forget it, let the Club do it. From what I heard, and I trust the source, having people you thought were your friends, and associates, tell you they were going to involve you in their race track, yet do not call you, but love to spend YOUR money feeding their drinking and eating fantasies, and yet call you everything except a white man behind your back, why the hell would I want to reside here, like I said, let the Club, and the other members deal with this crap hole for a town , and leave me out of it. I'd rather put a life together in Idaho, with my Shelly, and live a simple one at that, knowing that the radio thing, bar and such here is doing its thing, but me at a far distance from it. 
Anyway gotta get this day started. See ya'll on the radio this afternoon starting at 17:00(5:00PM) on www.livestream.com/samcroradio 
TTYLY

Again, I have to ask , are we as a club, the only ones doing it right? And are we the only media radio firm getting it?

I just went online a few centons ago, and looked in on this contest that RFDTV is running, asking where I tune into Rural Radio on XM/Sirius ? So I clicked went to the site to post my entry, the damn thing did not work, it took me to the same registration page I used to sign up with RFDTV email updates. Say what, the Foxtrot? So then I got to thinking as I was winding down from yet another good show on Spreaker.com where we are currently airing our streaming side of my over the air and our own XM radio shows, and so was thinking, are we the only ones doing things right. Take for example, this potential bar purchase. The cost of admission there is substantial, and I want to be able to tell the President , both charter, as well as national President, that its a sound investment. Just because the current owners are knocking down good customer and bank numbers does not mean we will. After all the current owners are married, meaning the tender angelic honeys that work there now are fine with them, but will they be keen, on a ownership of gearheaded bikers/gearheads/pilots? I saw a fair crowd in there last night, but I'm not so sure, that the eating side did as well, but that's just my opinion. Could we do better? I think so, but thinking and knowing is thin ice for plunking down near a million big ones. In a small village that treasures its Book of Mormon rather than the power of positive drinking and socializing. Sure the help looks great two are what I classify as hotties, but customer wise, I havent seen the super foxes walking in as well. I'd like to expand that customer base into what little younger folk that live here. Its called being careful. Now granted I'm not the most beloved here. I stubbed my feet quite a bit, and expecting much more from an ultra narrow minded population. But I have to look at what we already have going. Up until 2013 just slightly before the final filing window by the FCC opened that year for LPFM CP's and all. Due to my duties to my own aviation company I was right in the middle of doing private for hire fire extinguishing up near Sun Valley and Fairfield Idaho. So we missed the deadline. But up until 2013, HazzardAyre and the rest of it had never seen anything online airing only over the air and satellite radio. Then a biker friend of mine who lived near Lake Tahoe and worked at a TV station in San Fran, turned me onto Livestream.com, where we have been ever since at least online. Overall we do well there. The money flows in constant as far as the radio gig is concerned we are making a good living , even when thousands of LPFM's and even full wattage stations are going under. 
Each and every investment is usually gone over with a fine toothed comb, except for the move I made in 2014 that brought me back to Evanston , Wyoming. When I packed up and split in 2006, I would have and I did, say, " never in a quadrillion years would I ever reside in this rustic bassackwards galldad bullheaded stubborn community" But I came saw was not impressed and had a snow storm not hit the next morning, my butt would not be here now. God has made it clear, for some galldarn reason, I'm supposed to with the input , support, from the Knytes/AyreWolvez, to rescue this dillweed village from its own conceit and arrogance . 
When I post something online, on the air or even in public , what I post is damn well what it is, no maybe baby. Or something sinister. Sure just before I got here some buttwipe went around with the claim, he was rescuing KEVA AM 1240 from the ashes. this same buttwipe, cheated several business's and area public, and we walked into a mine field. Thing is our radio op, and potential bar buy, if done is a solid concept. The old adage of if its such a great idea, why hasn't someone else done it is one thing. But if we had that same mind set HazzardAyre Radio never would have came to being, Hazzard County Choppers/Highway Hooker Toewing would have never would have been born. Beyond us the great visionaries would not have made their contributions, to society. Granted they didn't do it in Evanston Wyoming, but back then neither was it done in podunk Idaho either. But we advanced and progressed as a club and I would like to think I as a small business owner have learned and acquired the same acumen lessons and abilities to recognize what could be, and followed through with it. Take for example even my own Mom and Dad, and distant relative Uncle Harrold. When I was merely 7-1/2 years old this white haired guy named Jay Call, Ed Thomas Bill Maybomb, got together at our home in Layton Utah. They all had this idea of a fancy upscale truck stop to be built on the edge of Ogden Utah, on the side of the eventual I-15/80, then now I-15/84 . Up to that point all that was there was a swamp and bullfrogs. So my parents invested money a substantial amount, So did Uncle Harrold and surrendered his oil company called Husky Oil, that became Flying J Oil/Flying J travel Plazas and the rest is history. That half a million investment by my parents turned into the Montgomery/Summit Trust, and of course helped ignite the Knytes/AyreWolvez, which is why I have the ability to go after such a thing as the potential bar buy here in Evanston and other things I want to do. 
Along the way both myself and the Club, have succeeded because of careful investigation and knowing all sides of something before just jumping in. And seeing red flags and pulling out or retreating, before the bridge is blown up. 
More Later, got to catch some sleep, but I again are we the only ones doing it right? Are we the only media radio firm, getting it? Must be, but then after all we are The Knytes-of-Dixie/AyreWolvez Aviation Association.
More on the AyreWolvez next entry.
TTYLY

   

No search engine has the Where to Find the Hotties in my town algorythum

Have you ever noticed that in all the searches you can do whether its Google, or any of them, you can't find a data base, to locate in your town where to find the hotties? Nope that piece of needed 411 is just not there. Try as you might you can't just feed in the inquiry, Where to Find the Hotties in my town. This can be useful , whether its to find a hot feminitile for say your bar or business that requires a hot bod, or personally. After all you don't want to go out with a fugdugly old sow do you? But its nothing new. Of all the countless bits if information out there on the cyber highway, something this simple can't be had. But its no different than trying to find information on our clubs roots as we organized long before there was a world wide web, or publicly accessable internet, or even trying to find information on the original Independent Truckers Association. Of which our organization was built on. You can't find the earliest information on the RoadMasters, or such nope it does not exist. no matter how much you look. There just was a time that there was not the cyber guru, and as such according to the Web, you or your organization didn't exist. 
Sure there are dating sites, modeling and talent sites, even the porn or near porn sites, but how about a site devoted strictly to find the cream of the crop, the absolute exquisit honey's ? Nope it don't exist.
This would make a great business for someone. 
Had a great show last night on Spreaker, but tonight we'll be on www.livestream.com/samcroradio starting at 10:00 PM, or 22:00 Hours for you military types. I'm having so much fun with Spreaker that its not funny. Its so simple to use. Come the 1st of July if not sooner this will be the platform we'll use.
TTYLY

One Hot Toddie does not make a full crew

So after the afternoon's introductions I decided to roll in to where the possible Reaper Club Bar & Grill will be to sample the current fair and sniff out the current staff. I can say the current manager / owner is sweetheart, and I met one server that impressed me. So after I scarffed down the meatloaf and taters, and paid for thereof, took out the leftovers to the General and went inside the bar to get a feel for whatever nightlife wyldlife that might be, to guage what the numbers might be there. Of course it being a Wednesday, your not going to see a bunch of super foxes and movin and groovin, but there should have been more that a 5 person pool league . Maybe its the current decor and atmosphere. A change in looks and all could make this $800k investement something that'd make a return on that investment. Understand , I'm not again getting my head in the clouds, nor detouring from the current course of getting one or two of these commercial projects of the club going, then getting my ass and WolfPack out of here. But if that departure is a bit delayed so be it. I'd hate to think that all I have went through, freezing, flu, and all, near ruining personal reputation, is for nothing. Mo says she's into the radio side, the problem is , she says she has people that are of the lady gender that would be willing to step up to the plate, my question, is one are they demented enough to climb inside the cockpit of the radio show/station/network, and even if they are , are they of wild and bizzard enough to fly the happy sky's of HazzardAyre/WyldAyre Radio? This requires serious dedication and determination, after all when we are paying a starting wage of $20.00 an hour, we want quality, worth that $20.00 plus an on air hour. 
Shelly's payment got here today, and as such that may regurgitate once again. She still has 2 more payments. Plus there's my relocation back into Idaho, before anything serious can ignite there.
June is the trial and error of things here in Evanston, if I get the feminine input I need fine, if not its fold the tents and hit the road, back to Idaho.
TTYLY

Livestream.com has a serious competitor and HazzardAyre is about to migrate part of our network there.

The other day as I was trucking the cyber highway looking for a news site, I stimbled on a ad for an outfit called Spreaker.com so I clicked on it, set up an account and downloaded their software and interface ALL FREE, and got a complimentry 10 hours of online on air time. I can tell you that what I found was SOOOO much easier than our current provider, instant posting on Facebook, Twitter, G+ and so on. The interface console is so cool, plenty of toys, Its a streamers dream. So as of the first of June I'm signing up and migrating AyreWolfFM , SamcroRadio, and a few of our other shows, to Spreaker. HazzardAyre, RodeWolfFM and Highway Hooker Radio will remain on Livestream, until I can get that downloaded and moved to Spreaker. What's great with Spreaker is , besides the toys the ease of use, is that it does not dominate my entire computer like Livestream.com does. I can do my show and be looking at other things to comment on or news blips. I think Livestream.com needs to look at the technology of Spreaker. Thing of it is, Spreaker is audio(no picture) and is aimed at streaming Radio, not radio/Video. Meaning the need for hotties to co anchor shows is not as great, meaning I can be in my BVD's and still do my shows. Plus I can record a show, like during the day, and Spreaker will air it overnight. I don't even have to be in studio. Yes Livestream.com really has issues, that Spreaker seems to have found cures for. All at rates, that rival Livestream's. See ya'll on www.livestream.com/samcroradio 
TTYLY

A quilt for two Marines, made from well soiled be kinky used pantyhose, a long distance call from space and the overnight ride all on Samcro Radio Starting at 6:00AM

Seems one of our Marine brothers currently deployed, wants a quilt, made out of old used very aeromatic pantyhose. Guess I'm not the only one that digs these. The Ladies-of-the Knytes are going to make this quilt for these two Marine aviators, and send it over to these guys. So we're looking for as many well soiled worn pairs that ya'll might throw away, anyway. 
A ryder member was scooting out near Tampa Bay Florida, Saturday, and got a strange phone call. He was just short of a Navy tracking station for Cape Canaviral Florida when his cell went off. The person on the other end was not ET, seems as though he snagged a call msplaced from the orbiting space station. 
Wanted to get everything on air by 1:00AM but , having computer issues, so my production of our music tracks was delayed 4 hours, so I'm making up for that delay, unfortunately that puts us off the night haul for tonight.
I'll sure be glad if she really does, but I'll be glad when Julliette shows up here full time.
So with my butt be a dragging, I'm headed off to Disney dream land.
TTYLY

Women are feminists until it comes to the part of picking up the check

Women or at least some women are feminists or want to be treated equal as men in work circles yet regress to that meek woman when it comes to money, especially when it comes to picking up the meal check. Of course us male corpuscles have always been the big daddy, so we assume its always our duty to do so, but if women want to be treated equal, and as just business associates, they must be willing some to at times reciprocate and pick up the brew and food tab. Likewise, and I've heard it all over the media in fact even some in both music, politics and Hollywood, the acctress's and singers want the same amount of money per royalty checks to their music and performances as their male counterparts. Even the Marine Corps, is examining the idea of changing terms to better accomodate the women now entering combat service. Dig this the idea is now to say such things as Rifleperson rather than Rifleman or Riflemen. Can you just hear your Drill sarge say hey Rifleperson your aim is a bit off? Women I think need to either accept the meek side of their role is society or step up to the plate to be equal. Just like the other day, and several before. Pam didn't want to come out to the Wolf's Lair here, why? Guy, gal in a confined space. Without regard to that it is strictly business, and no hanky panky to be involved, yet she had to be with another. Or like the other day out at what was to be the Boars Nest, I have bought Pam one trip through a Salad Bar and two cocktails. To this point where is the , Hey I'll buy this time. Like out when we were , sigining the purchase papers on that bar, Even though Tonio, was gave it to us, Pam was reluctant to buy me a drink. I'm just one here, but should there not be some reciprocal return here? Pam's not the only one, her friend Mo, who is pitching the idea on doing up a studio/office here. That I'm all for since that is point of what I came here to do in the first place,. Mo wasn't the least bit concerned with personal safety, we just sat and talked about her idea of a health bar. I'm all for that, but she stepped up to the plate and struck at bat. Its the difference between women and men, the major one is Man has penis , woman has vagina, and if left alone long enough, one will find the other, or so the story goes. Or at least the basic theory goes. The summary on that here is this, when Women start taking the risks on doing business or work that a man does, I'm all for equality in wages and such. Until then, women stay in the typing pool, and let men do the real heavy lifting.
On the bar and then I'll shut up about it. You know that its most likely not a great idea, when the current owner of a business wont carry the paper on that structure, or a bank wont lend money to make it go. 
Last here, and I experienced this earlier, its pretty bad and you know your growing older, when your about to have intimate relations, and you can't remember wat hole to put it in. 
See ya'll on the cyber ayrewaves.
TTYLY

Pouring money into a cesspool without a method of recovery

I May have been stupid or it might have been I got caught up in the moment, but when club prezz Rick showed up the other day, I thought we had or at least I did, think I had something to present to him, the fact that the Club has been searching for a club house/ lounge-grill made the idea of the Boars Nest here a perfect fit. In reality it turned into a riddled shot bridge that was in bad shape even before I got to it. On various points of contact in this dinky one minded dorky village , not town a village, even Hazzard Idaho at half the population has more going for it and a hotter night life than does Evanston, that being that, Rick was not impressed. In fact his attitude was this village would be an insult to the Club. Rick went over all the crap that I have been through even getting to this point. The crux of it all is, he said I'd be smarter to put all the efforts that I have put into giving this village a kick in its complacency , into getting my rigs and all in shape go over to Hazzard, find me a place to hang my hat and then get my butt outta here. Know what? That's exactly what I intend to do. 
More Sunday night. Wont be on air until Monday morning early as I'm heading to Hazzard just after church here. 
TTYLY