Following a lost highway

Over the last several days I was happy to take a short business trip for SSM, and all to Hollywierd California. Where I got put up in the wonderful but aging Beverly Hills Hotel, with a phone in the outhouse, and a deep bubbling incide concrete pond. The meetings were productive, and the beech front pow-wows at night while walking those beaches at sunset are times of serious reflecting and thinking. Of course I thought of this mess here in Etown and of course about my lady Shelly. I thought that with my situation in life right now being so much up in the air, and nothing to really plan much on, I thought , even though I love her deeply, if she'd be better off being with or for that matter getting hitched to somebody with his feet planted more on solid footing than I have right now. Over the next year, with the reformation of my own company, the relocation of SSM, and all its parts including HazzardAyre and so on, I'm going to be bouncing around, and living at multiple places. Mostly with no real foundation. Mostly motel rooms for a month, and then off to a different town every month or other month. Its the point of departure from a near drunk decision to move to Etown again, in 2014 when I left in 2006 I said never ever again. Drive through it, by it, but never reside in it. 
So got in late Tuesday night, caught some sleep, and battled with all too many agencies in an attempt to save HCC, and all, but with little results. The reality of it, is WHY? Even if HCC was saved, HCC will not generate the kinds of dollars needed to pay even the most modest of rents here. Okay Highway Hooker Toewing get's its share of calls, and if enough shoulder was put behind that wheel would make mucho bread, but I don't get much assistance even if they could from my Bishop, who even after nearly taking my own life a few weeks ago now, has yet to come to visit. None. Really Mark? 
My Home teacher visited a bit with me at his place of employment Tuesday night, when I stopped to get a bite to bring home after a long flight, said he'd come over Wednesday, yet hmmm, didn't. Gave me an idea of a business incubator, here in Etown. Hell there isn't any business incubator in Wyoming , let alone Etown. From what I garnered from a fellow towing brother , Wyoming, mainly Etown is going bankrupt, more over is about to go through an entire infrastructure overhaul after a law suit between an oil refinery here and the Federal Government. The net result, is a revision perhaps removal of all these tax advantages of Wyoming. That soon Wyoming will have to pay Federal taxes, including State and Federal with-holding taxes and the like. The advancing of the concept of at least Etown becoming part of Utah rather than remaining in Wyoming, and the states border being moved inwards to Fort Bridger, Wyoming. Etown is going to really be messed up. 
Of course I went to the Club on help for HCC, since 3/4's of that is theirs. Results of that conversation is that no, but hell no, and that they'd only support helping me to get my ass out of this area. The idea of a radio station here is fading. Sure it can and should be done. Sure the people just sitting on an EXPIRED FCC License, is against the law, and those holding that are going to get one helluva wake up call, as well as the two FM's here, after what I told the FCC yesterday on the phone and all. But it's like what Karl and I talked on this morning over breakfast. Even if the radio werx were in an office, set up, licensed and all, who the hell is going to run it, let alone work for us? What am I to do if we are on air, and a toew call comes in, turn off the station , answer the toew call and then come back and turn the station back on? There's FCC rules against that. With some serrious monetary and pen time for violations of such. Not for me. A on air radio station by FCC rules has to have a minimum staff, two people in charge, and who can open doors for inspection as well as show public files. But where do you find employees for a radio station who can be on air at least 6 hours a day or more, that ARE ON LIVE not voicetracked but LIVE if not you get fined and fined heavy duty. 
So can't just turn stuff off. So then what, push off toew calls for staying on radio>? Bottom line this gig is about to end, and a Utah to Idaho jump is in view. But that means bouncing around, and that's not fair for my Shelly. Oh to hell with all those that she was trouble and too warped to even be with. Shame on them. If nothing else, Shelly has been and still is one damn person on the planet Earth that cares and Loves me, just for me. As goofy and unsettled as I am. 
Now lets talk about Hollywierd. Getting lost on the 101 was fun, more over trying to drive it from mid Burbank where we flew in and out of, to mid Los Angeles and then back out. Went to the WB studios, and a few others. There's SSM, productions that's going to begin mid to late next year, that I tried to get plugged in , here but the lack of communication from the Wyoming Film Office, there is no Wyoming Film Commission as there is in Idaho and/or Utah has(go figure) but is it fair to bring Shelly on such a bumpy ride? That's something amongst other things I'm working over in my mind.
The lobster dinner I had in LA was a far cry from the greasy thing that I tried to consume at Tumbleweeds in ETown. First the place we went down on Sunset Blvd, can't remember it, but its right across from a Chinese Theater, any way they had tools to get the meat out, and crack the legs of the lobster.  Then we went to Barris's Auto muzzeeum, there, and the cars from TV and movies. Everything from the ATeam Van to the red Torino of Starsky and Hutch, all of them. Great works of automobile art. 
TTYLY