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Memories: The Ranch


blog-pix3.jpgWhen you think of hay, you think of grass seeds and alfalfa from the greatest farmlands in the Pacific Northwest. Ultimately, it doesn’t really matter where you live near these so-called – “farms.” It could be anywhere in America or anywhere in the world.

There are a billion little things about living on a farm or a ranch as some may call it, give or take. The smell of fresh living Douglas and Noble Fir trees towering the surrounding hills of my grandparent’s farm and more as I reminisced my childhood memories during the late 1960s and early ’70s, as my Mother and I followed the clan of my late Aunt and Uncle and Grandparents to a rural remote town not far from the Lane and Douglas County Line in Western Oregon along the heart of the Willamette Valley in what was known at the time in the 1800s has the Applegate Trial with a connection to the Oregon Trail to the north.

Ranch 2019

It felt like home – very much at home, far and away from the nearest big city some thirty to forty-five minutes from where we lived along the Interstate Five corridor. The setting was picture perfect and was at ease to call home.

I was only a tyke, a three-year-old that had strong memories and strong abilities to even conquer the most ambitious dreams in life while living on the family farm.

What made the most of these memories is something that stuck like glue – yes glue. Evidently “Super Glue,” wasn’t invented until the late 20th Century, as most baby boomers in my generation would’ve seen today in their lifetimes.

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Life was brittle, it was momentum for a three-year-old that was a die hard in the sake of paradise living in the prime needles of vast Oregon farmland. What more could a kid at that age get in the primes of growing up? Tons of memories and stories to tell the future grandkids the towering stories of the family heritage and the ghostly ghouls of “Bigfoot” and howling werewolf stories around the family campfire during those warm summer nights.

Living in the boonies, “the sticks” was cherished and lasting of a lifetime. I still dream of building a log cabin style ranch house with a picturesque writer’s studio and office overlooking the lower pasture of my families ranch. Perhaps someday, when the mega wins of the lottery become a dream – “The Ranch,” will get its dream house built and from its birth and upward ho in the finest needles of Douglas and Noble Firs.

A total inspiration isn’t just a gem, it’s a needle in the haystack that still needs to find its way to life and its inspirational thoughts to the writer’s heaven, i.e., the “writer’s studio,” where it takes on a life of its own.

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For the love of music


freelanceblogwriterA couple of months ago, I met a gentleman from Cottage Grove, Oregon, who was in the process of looking into getting a Cochlear Implant for his left ear, which has likely gone dormant and decommissioned, which is not allowing him to hear in that ear any longer – however, his right ear is still remains his best ear with the help of a hearing aid.

When, I got my own Cochlear Implant back in 2006-2007, I joined the Cochlear Awareness Network, which is a volunteer support network group with the Cochlear Corporation. The group helps potential Cochlear Implant Candidates hook up with experienced volunteers, who have had their own implants for quite some time and are well versed into their own Cochlear Implant journey.

Caleb is the one of the first candidates that I’ve written about in a long time in my nine years as a Cochlear Awareness Support Volunteer.

Helping others with their new found journey, is a bold new world – it’s like venturing into where, “where no man, has gone before,” as if you were a Captain of a Federation Starship looking to explore a newly discovered galaxy or planet, but you’ve never ventured to an outside galaxy or planet looking for species of Alien life.

A Cochlear Implant journey is often a brave new world of the unexpected and sometimes – the really unexpected – like it took me thirty-nine years to realize what I was actually forgetting hearing wise, every since, I lost my own hearing in my left ear in the late 1960’s, the following hear my right ear went kaput as well, leaving me with no choice to use “bionic” equipment in order to hear once again – hearing aids.

Everyone has a story to tell, including myself. But, Caleb’s story is all about the love for music – “in fact, music is his entire life.”

The great sounds of the great strings of songs and memories, he once made in the true memories of his musical playing days – his new found journey, if granted, shall once again, find the righteous tunes of life and the musical tunes he once loved played for family and friends and of course for those who shared his love for music.

Understanding his struggles, is like understanding the mechanics of an automobile engine in a vintage 1950’s Roadster completely restored to it’s prestige state – the prime vintage, as if it never left the showroom floor after all these years.

Shortly after I started writing this article about Caleb and his journey, I was informed that he was a candidate for his Cochlear Implant, which could come before or after the holidays, he said via email.

Memorial Day has a special meaning


I was looking for something to cherish this Memorial Day Weekend, but instead, something told me about this video, while searching for another video on another topic – this one stood out among them – Watch the entire video and you’ll know what it means too those who gave it their all during the days leading up to “D-DAY in Normandy, France, on June 6th, 1944.”

This young man stood tall and brave to bring the visions of those who fought for the stars and stripes and too those who gave their lives in one of the greatest epic battles of World War II has the allied forces crept along the coast of France to surprisingly catch the German Army off guard in what now is considered one of the most epic takedown’s of World War II.

Dirty old tricks, bring back new tools


Tonight, I get a phone call from a long time friend. Not really a friend, but a long time source that used to pass the greatest of times and was the greatest source of information, whenever I was in need of something prestige and prime time – that was the easy part and the worst way out of keeping my ass outta jail. The hard part – well, that’s something that is worth a thousand words without a thousand words from a much-needed photograph to spell the truth and my fall from the dignity of grace.

My only downfall was getting involved. Very involved! It was stranger than fiction, but worth the truth and the honor of living and honoring the code. I was either handed down a sentence from a far exotic location rather than leaving home and getting the job done from my very own seat of justice – it was somewhere between “the twilight zone” and the “X-Files” and somewhere between “Lost” and “Gilligan’s Island.”

I was granted some new tools of the trade  – and, I was told to use them wisely or else? As they say, I would be “dead meat” and “cantaloupe” by the time I was finished with job.

If you’ve ever seen the movie, “Ronin” with Actor Robert De Niro, you’d probably know what I’m talking about – the recruited sham and price for money was literally on target. But, it was only written for a character that would eventually elope into the twilight to make the score, drop was secured, kill the target – no matter how far and how deep they had to go to make sure their mission was the best in the record books and mere clandestine between the spotter and the ace kill from a primed sniper willing to get the job done.

It was the worth money, but it was worth the stabbing thought of killing off the most impromptu characters ever created in the history of writing and story telling – the death of the Super Hero team the Avengers and the creation of doom, not only gave the avenging marks of the prime suspect, who seems to be known well-known, if it hadn’t been for the “caped” crusader himself, Gotham City and Clark Kent’s Daily Planet may have survived the barrage of the Hulk and the incriminating insane bombardment of Marvels Comics loss of deterrent of compulsive gambling, the heroes of our time would have survived the cut and the deals they made with the insane mafia of Donald Trump and the Grand Plaza Hotel.

It had been sadly announced earlier today in a secret meeting in the writers room, that Marvel Comics will make no more of our beloved Super Heroes and with any Hollywood Studio Executive until one brainstorming demand is meet with grace and fellowship of the ring – free popcorn for all at all their movie franchises involving Marvel Comic Characters on the big screen……

Uh, waitress – extra butter please and an extreme Coke Cola with my order and the tab will be in the loyalty of Marvel Comics and their Executive Producers!

Happy April First my friends – enjoy the Popcorn and the read of the day! Hooha!

Eugene Hearing & Speech Center Closes


Eugene Hearing & Speech Center, Eugene, OR

 An unexpected closure is catching the Eugene community off guard. The Eugene Hearing and Speech Center shut its doors Friday and laid off more than a dozen

via Eugene Hearing & Speech Center Closes.