Hillsboro/Aloha kids in danger!

I can’t hold my tongue anymore.  After seeing yet another near miss earlier today I have to say something that some might not take too kindly to.  I live in zip code 97006 near S.W. Cornelius Pass Road.  We live close to (actually in line of sight with) Reedville Creek Park and it is located along S.W. Cornelius Pass Road between two large schools.  In this park located among the basketball courts and soccer field, is a skateboard arena.  One of them huge concrete monstrosities that draw kids from miles around, which can be a good thing in itself.

You parents are familiar with it, a place kids can meet their friends, socialize, play some sports and unsupervised, buy and sell drugs . . . .  oh, wait!  I said a good thing didn’t I?  It’s bad enough that the kids are bombarded with the drug dealers and such at this park, but to also risk their young lives just getting there is unforgivable.  This is where the near miss should be of concern to all.   Many of these kids travel on foot, on bikes and on skateboards, down the adjacent streets to get to this park.  Most stay on the sidewalks, then there are the “cool kids” that walk down the middle of the side streets.  This still isn’t a problem.  It is when they cross Cornelius Pass Road to get to the park that is a problem.

When the youngsters cross the street it is rare that they actually check approaching traffic from both directions first!  They don’t cross the road directly either as if it were a cross walk, they meander diagonally across two bike lanes, two traffic lanes (one in each direction) and a wide median . . . all without looking first!  And this is done often by those walking, biking and skateboarding!  Today I saw a youngster dart across the street between two cars stopped at a traffic light!  Yes, the traffic light has a cross-walk too.  A number of the children cross the road one and two blocks from the park where there is no cross walk or traffic light to help them because it is closer and easier to dash across the street between traffic then to walk to the intersection and cross with the signal light.

The traffic in this area numbers in the thousands of vehicles per day.  It is the main connection between U.S. Highway 26 also known as the Sunset Highway and Highway 8 also known as the Tualatin Valley (T.V.) Highway.  While the road in front of the park is two lanes, it changes to four lanes at the intersection with the traffic light.  It means that two lanes of traffic merge right in front of the park with vehicles competing to see who will be first to the single lane.  This area’s speed limit is supposedly 35 Miles Per Hour but I have only seen a few abide by it.  Many times I have seen cars doing minimally 50 Miles Per Hour, some I’m guessing up to 70!  Some of those are Police vehicles with no sirens and no lights showing.  I’ve been waiting to see another vehicle pull out from one of the many side streets directly in front of one of these fast movers some day and the results won’t be pretty.

So what is the answer?  Excessive speeding in this area requires enforcement by the local Sheriff’s Department and the City Police Department.  Quit ignoring the situation and start writing citations, lots of them.  Crosswalks?  Crosswalks and possibly a blinking light to warn approaching motorists to the foot traffic at some of these intersections.  Or even a crossing guard, something!  As for the drugs and such, supervision.  There should be at least one parent for every so many kids supervising them for a few hours each day in the park.  Maybe a couple of parents, for a few hours then another parent(s) does a shift and so on.  Until the park closes.  Then it should be checked occasionally by the local Police throughout the night.  (Yes they even using the park at 3 in the morning!)  Why not have the Police supervise them during the day?  Why should the taxpayer’s money be spent raising your children!  As they say, you brought them into this world, you take responsibility for them!

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No to the Wounded Warrior Project!

And this is why I will no longer give or support the WWP!  Here’s the link to “An Ordinary Texan” and the article on his blog that I’m speaking about. Here it is again in full, it should be especially of concern to any fellow Veterans and/or Gun-owners.  Please take the time to read this:  http://gunsnplanes.blogspot.com/2012/11/wounded-warrior-project-rejects-gun.html

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Sorry, I’ve been missing!

It was on Labor Day that I found I wasn’t feeling quite right. Well I was not only light-headed and slightly disoriented, but was having a screaming migraine headache.  So bad that it required me to cover my eyes to block out the light when I went outside for the trip to the Emergency Clinic.  Once there they covered my eyes with cool, damp cloths.  Then the shaking started.  I couldn’t control it no matter how hard I tried.

After calling in help to try to figure out what was happening to me, they all decided that I needed to go to the Emergency Room at the hospital for proper treatment.  I did after a quick glimpse from under the cloth noticed that I had two Ambulance staff there as well as two Firemen Paramedics, two Firemen, two doctors, three nurses, one intern and my wife!  So they loaded me up in the Ambulance and we were on the way with me blindfolded again.

Being a Vietnam vet, I wanted to go to the V.A.’s Emergency Room at their hospital.  Then I heard them tell my wife that I probably wouldn’t make it that far!!  Say what!  They told my wife that I was having cardiac troubles and needed care right away!  Then they asked me and I said, “Let’s go to the closer community hospital then.”  So we changed direction and I found myself in the local hospital’s emergency room soon after.

So after multiple doctors and nurses, a chest x-ray,  a Cat-scan, blood draws, injected meds and other such goings-on, they all made a decision and I was diagnosed with Atrial Fibrillation.  So my heart goes thuh-thump alright, but every so often it decides to go much faster.  So now its been about three weeks and they are still trying to decide what the medicines are that they will prescribe for the condition.

The V.A. system isn’t known for its lightening speed but they get the job done and by the way, did I mention that my doctor has left the V.A.?  So I need not only new meds, but a new doctor as well.  Though I have to admit, the V.A. has been pretty good to me up till now and I’m sure that they will continue to give good service into the future.  Meanwhile it’s hurry-up and wait.  That sure do sound familiar. . . . .

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“No Soliciting” signs

“No Soliciting”  That’s pretty straight forward isn’t it?  I thought they would also be very easy to understand.  Or at least to the normally educated person it should be.  I was mistaken. Since I’ve posted two of these signs near my front door, I’ve had three people knocking on my door trying to “sell” me something.

Two of them “just happened to be in the area” and wanted to tell me about their “great products”.  Lawn aeration for one and a new replacement roof for the other.  The third one stopped by today.

The conversation went like this:

Salesman:  “Hi.  I just happened to be in your neighborhood on another job and I thought I would stop and introduce myself to all the neighbors.”

Me:  (Seeing that he is also holding one of those doorknob-hanging advert cards in his hand with the words,”Special Offer” in big print on it)  “What are you selling?”

Salesman:  “Oh I’m not selling anything!”

Me:  “Glad to hear it, good-bye!”

Salesman:  “No. Wait! I wanted to tell you about . . . “

Me:  I point at one of the two “No Soliciting” signs then again say, “Good-bye”.

Salesman:  “But I’m not soliciting!”

Me:  “If you’re pushing a product, a business, a political party, a religion or asking for donations for your own cause; that’s soliciting.”

Salesman:  “That’s not soliciting. You don’t even know the legal meaning of soliciting!”

Me:  “At my door, that is my definition which is all that matters!  Besides, you’re not much of a sales rep if you constantly argue with your prospective customers now are you?”

Salesman:  “But I’m not soliciting.”

Me:  “Then what are you doing?”

Salesman:  “Well we’re just trying to get our name ‘out there’.”

Me:  “So it’s your business you’re pushing. That’s soliciting, good-bye.”

Salesman:  “But that’s not the legal definition of soliciting.”

Me:  “Next time you’re ‘just in the area’, do two things first, would you?”

Salesman:  “What are they?”

Me:  “One, look up soliciting in the Dictionary and then two, look up the “Green River Ordinance”. We abide by it in our community. Good-bye!”

Then I closed the door. Now all of this has caused me to wonder, if these people are really lacking in a proper education or are they just acting stupid and believe some garbage their supervisor is telling them?  We may never know . . . .

 

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Some “Gun-Nut” Good News at Last!

I’m sure by now that all of us “gun-nuts” have heard the news about the current failure of the Conference on the United Nations Arms Trade Treaty (U.N. ATT) if not, find it here.  While it might only delay the draft for another six months until after the election, it at least gives notice to these Washington idiots that we aren’t stupid enough to go along with the lame, liberal claims in support of this plan to ban guns totally.

After all, if the U. N. wants to ban guns elsewhere around the world it is one thing, but in trying to force this same belief on the American Public it is going to upset at least 110 million of us who firmly believe in the 2nd Amendment.  While even if Obama is somehow re-elected and he and his cronies manage to push the issue down our throats, I don’t think it will be readily accepted by the majority of us no matter what he says.  Am I a revolutionist?  No, not at all.  Just a realist.  But even with only half a brain since my stroke, I can read the writing on the wall of what might follow if such a Treaty came to pass.

And believe me when I say that Obama can read it too. He’s just hoping to get his “new-world” beliefs past us quickly at any cost before we finally stop his “messing with America”!  Remember his idea of a “Private Army” reporting directly to him  he spoke of in the past?  Why?  Because without them he would have no way of forcing his “plans” on us in the end and he knows it!

Do the words, “citizen-soldier” bring any thoughts to mind?  It should.  That was the idea of this Nation’s Minutemen.  Citizen’s grabbing their rifles, forming up and fighting this nation’s enemies.  The citizen-soldiers name came into being again with the “National Guard”, these same citizen-soldiers again facing combat in Korea, Iraq, Afghanistan and more!  Fighting for their homes, their families and their country.  Similarly the same can be found with our law enforcement personnel across the country in their protecting of our homes, families and country.

Would you think for a moment that if Obama told our troops and our law enforcement to start locking up or shooting honest citizens that refused to turn in their guns, that they would actually do it?  Turn their guns on their neighbors, even their own families, simply because they wouldn’t turn over their guns?  Maybe a few in the beginning, but then soon the tide would turn and they would no longer be able to enforce such madness.  I’d make book on it!  And this is why he needs his own army!  Meanwhile rejoice in the temporary defeat of this anti-gun treaty because it will be back in six months!  NRA, get ready again ’cause here they come!

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Sack Lunches

On June 7th of this year, my sister sent me an email with this letter attached thinking I might be interested in it.  She was right.  It brought back some memories of my trip “over the pond” and back from Asia.  Some good memories and some not so good.  My reply to her regarding this email follows after “Sack Lunches”. 

Sack Lunches

I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight.  “I’m glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I will get a short nap,” I thought. Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation.

“Where are you headed?” I asked the soldier seated nearest to me. “Petawawa. We’ll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we’re being deployed to Afghanistan.”

After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time…   As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. “No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn’t be worth five bucks. I’ll wait till we get to base.” His friend agreed.

I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill.  “Take a lunch to all those soldiers.”

She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, as she thanked me. “My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it’s almost like you are doing it for him.” Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, “Which do you like best – beef or chicken?”

“Chicken,” I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. “This is your thanks.”

After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. “I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.” He handed me twenty-five dollars.

Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand and said, “I want to shake your hand.” Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain’s hand.

With a booming voice he said, “I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.” I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.

Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.

When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!

Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to
them and handed them seventy-five dollars. “It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.”

Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers.

As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little…

A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to “The United States of America for an amount of up to and including my life.”
That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.


And here’s my reply:

This was common I heard later on, but earlier it was a rarity. When I flew to Asia, the airlines bought the soldiers on the full airplane each a cold soda. It was on the return trip “across the pond” and toward home that the aircrew bought each of us an alcoholic drink of our choice as a “Welcome Home” and for returning safely stateside once more. This time it wasn’t the airlines, it was the actual crew! And during the flight, each crew member left the cockpit to come back and shake the hand of each and every one of us on the plane! Then they lined up at the hatch and shook all our hands again while wishing us “Good Luck” as we deplaned.
The stewardesses also couldn’t do enough for us during the flight home. Blankets, pillows, hot towels, cold towels, plenty of snacks, I even saw a few that were crying out of happiness for making it home alive and one stewardess that was holding a soldier like a mother does her child, comforting him through his emotional release. Very emotional trip home for all of us. Little did we know the “greeting” that awaited us after touchdown. Even forewarned by the base personnel, we didn’t expect such a showing of hatred toward us. It’s past now and to be forgotten. Maybe, someday.
Love, Denny.
a.k.a.
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Another “Brother” comes home

This article originated on Military.Com here.  (Check the Military.Com website for further comments about our returning Captain.)   We welcome another “Brother” home at last!  Welcome Capt. Campbell, you’ve long since earned your rest. 

The remains of a U.S. pilot missing since the Vietnam War were identified as those of Capt. Clyde W. Campbell of Texas, the Defense Department said Wednesday.  The department’s POW/Missing Personnel Office said in a release Campbell’s remains would be returned to his family. He is to be buried with full military honors Thursday in Arlington National Cemetery.  The Air Force pilot, who was from Longview, Texas, was flying an A-1J Skyraider that crashed March 1, 1969, while carrying out a close air-support mission in Houaphan province in Laos.

Peace be upon him in the name of our Lord Almighty.

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