And Now Pete Rose is Gone

This afternoon I learned that Pete Rose passed away.  I remember seeing him in person at Candlestick Park with the Big Red Machine.  Baseball was great in those days.  The Reds were great.  I rooted for them in the 1975 World Series and when I saw them at Candlestick.

Somewhere along the way, I lost my interest in baseball.  It started coming back when I was in my early 30s, and that was after Pete Rose accepted a lifetime ban from Major League Baseball for gambling.  And when the players went on strike in 1994, that was it for me.  They came off the strike the next year and and I went on strike as a fan and have been on strike since.  (This is coming from someone who still refuses to rent from Hertz, due to their previous association with OJ Simpson.  And I have no idea why people say I'm stubborn.)  But let's get this back to Pete Rose.

There is no doubt he was one of the greatest baseball players of all time.  I remember him running to first base when he drew a walk.  From what I have read he adopted a derisive nickname and made it his own.  There was never a Charlie Hustle before and there will never be another one.  

When the gambling allegations surfaced, I'm thinking..........say it ain't so, Pete.  The investigation went on for many months, and I read that Rule 21, prohibiting gambling from the players, was conspicuously posted on the door of every clubhouse.  In other words, Pete Rose had no excuse.  Gambling problem?  Yeah, we learned he had one.  But it went deeper than that.  There was tax evasion and shady behavior on his part.  The man who I saw run to first base upon drawing a walk was doing a different kind of hustling off the field.  I was disappointed, and I agreed with the ban.

For some time, I thought MLB was going to cave, and reinstate him.  To their credit, they haven't.  In my opinion MLB isn't exactly an honest enterprise and a large part of that is due to continued fan support, which I've touched upon in a few posts from many years back.

Anyway........someone who became as controversial as OJ Simpson, but in a different way, is no longer with us.  

I hope that anyone he was ever a role model to will restrict their emulation to passionate execution in what they do for a living, and not in what Rose did off the field.

Some Genealogical Musings

Most of the updates here have been on the Parker family, which has its own page.  I am thinking of creating a "Genealogy Main" page as the first stop for anyone who stumbles here looking for information on my research.  There is the intention of creating pages for Pierson, Pilkington, and Bonsall family histories.  There are some families on my mother's side I want to research as well.  I sometimes wonder if I'm opening a can of worms here on my Parker research, as that I am learning that it just wasn't my third great grandfather's family who migrated to Indiana and then Kansas.  One of his brothers' families migrated as well, along with his younger sister's.  And earlier I learned today that some of his cousins came too.

A year or so ago I started tracing downwards as many known descendants of William Riley Parker, mainly to learn where they went after settling in Kansas.  I may have to reach back even farther and go back to his grandfather.  That will shed a lot more light on the migrations of this family, along with the Hodges who migrated with them.  

If the information gets big enough it will justify its own website, as if I really want to be taking on other projects in addition to what I have going now.  This blog started out mainly as a chronicle of my random thoughts and life experiences, and now side pages are popping up.  I'd like to do a side page of my foreign banknote collection, alongside the "Ugly Money" page, which also needs updating.  

I probably shouldn't be doing this until I retire, and the problem with retirement right now is that I'm having so much fun in my job to where I don't want to give it up.  I am nearing the end of my career, I am in my groove as a Senior Product Test Engineer, and it's giving me plenty of satisfaction.  Yes, I sometimes miss being a satellite engineer, where I learned a great deal about orbiting satellites, and got to go to Japan three times and Italy once in that capacity.  

As for retirement, I have picked out a date, but am not making it public.  I may delay it a few months.  I can see pulling it ahead if the company re-organizes into a structure that I don't like.  Management changes at the very top of the corporate structure have taken place, and some have taken place at lower levels.  I am concerned with business units becoming too big to manage unless they are broken down into more manageable segments, which defeats the purpose of consolidating them into larger units which they say we need in order to meet our corporate goals.

OK, I just looked at the clock, and I've decided that I should shut up and call it a night.  This transmission is now officially coming to an end.  

8/10/24: Checking In, Some Catching Up.

I think this post is going to be more of checking in than catching up.  A lot of the work done here on this blog has been on the genealogy pages that have been created, as I dig up family history when time permits.  Time doesn't permit as often as I would like.  I am catching up on some projects around the house and yard, as that I am trying to keep the "To Do" list from exceeding twenty items.  Today's dragon was finally getting this new computer commissioned, and getting some files transferred over from the old computer.  

We have been in the middle of a good monsoon season here.  I have not been on the air as often as I would like as that it's never wise to operate during a thunderstorm.  It's wiser yet to have the antenna down, the feedline disconnected, and the rig unplugged.  I know a few folks who have taken some direct lightning strikes.  Lightning is going to go where it wants to go, but there's no need to invite it, so my antennas are lowered.  

I could comment on the current political landscape, but I don't feel like it.  

I think that will be it for now.

Trump Dodged a Bullet. Literally

Yesterday afternoon news broke of a "security incident" at a Trump rally in Butler, PA.  Then it was Trump being shielded and evacuated because shots were fired.  Some time after that, it became an "apparent assassination attempt".  With confirmed reports of a dead shooter some 130 yards away, then it became "assassination attempt".  And later on, we were stunned with how close this assassination attempt came close to succeeding.  Former President Donald Trump literally dodged a bullet.

As with any event of this nature, we are seeing everything from conspiracy theories to blame to speculation and the cold hard facts, as best as we can know them right now, are leaving more questions than answers.

I can see where the conspiracy theorists are going to be hard to disagree with on some things.  Just how was it that the shooter got to within 130 yards of the former President?  Just how was it that he knew that this would be outside the security perimeter?  There seem to be credible witness statements that the gunman was seen some sixty seconds before the first shot was fired, with some trying to draw attention to the situation from law enforcement.......so why wasn't the shooter taken out before he fired the first shot?

These are legitimate questions.  As to whether or not they will be answered to satisfaction is another matter.  

All of that aside........I am angry that this happened.  

May God save our nation.

The Squirrel is Shorting out the Transformer

I was one of the millions who watched (most of) the debate between President Joe Biden and former President Donald Trump.  I had meant to watch the whole thing but was sidetracked.  Approximately thirty minutes into it I realized it was on.  I tuned in on an online audio stream and couldn't believe it.

Is that Joe Biden murmuring?  Is that really him?  Holy smokes, he isn't sounding good!  I then went to an online video stream to watch the rest of it.  And I still couldn't believe it.  Biden's movements and facial expressions reminded me of an old Star Trek episode.  The Corbomite Maneuver.  Captain Kirk and crew are facing off what they think is a malevolent alien.  The movements of Biden and his facial expressions reminded me of Balok..........or rather..........that puppet who was purported to be Balok.  That blank look.  That scowl.  Only capable of side to side movements.  Blank, vacuous eyes, staring straight out into nowhere.  

Trump, on the other hand, kept his cool.  Biden kept trying to bait him.   Trump wouldn't take the bait.  Biden made some ridiculous claims, one of which that he has created "thousands of millions of jobs".  (That's billions, for those of you who are in Rio Linda.)  He made some other claims, which he was called out for.  And then it was finished.

Organized Media went into meltdown within a New  York minute.  Most debates I have watched in the past, in my opinion, had no real clear-cut winner, but this one?  To put it mildly, Trump cleaned Biden's clock.  This wasn't a good night for Biden.  The whole nation got to see the real Joe Biden, and it wasn't pretty.

Since then there has been a war erupting within the Democratic Party.  Some of the donors and some of the power brokers in elected office want Joe Biden out of the race.  I wasn't sure if this were a passing hissy fit or not, but as I write this over one week later, the momentum for that doesn't seem to be diminishing.

Now some of us have been telling you for four plus years that Biden isn't mentally fit for the office.  Organized Media told us otherwise.  They spent these past four years not covering the mental state of the President, nor even questioning it.  "We know what's best for you, so shut up!  Nothing to see here!"  And now there are cracks in the dam, and it's anybody's guess as to whether or not Joe Biden will step down from the ticket or even be forced out of office.

The situation is amongst the most bizarre I've ever remembered seeing in my life.  My longtime friend Birdman has a great analogy that applies here.  It's like watching a squirrel short out a transformer.  As grotesque as it is, you can't help but watch it in morbid fascination.  

I Have Learned a Hard Lesson

Last week the recently purchased Hewlett-Packard computer done went and crapped the bed.  The good news is that it is under warranty.   The bad news is:  we may have lost everything.  

The last backup was done in mid-February, so it isn't a total loss.  I'm going to have to rebuild some spreadsheets on my ham radio activities.  A Word document on William Riley Parker is going to have to be redone.  No new photos were taken.  

The new machine was taken to a local firm who I've done business with for 20 years, and they had never seen anything like this before, with that kind of problem.  My guess is that the hard drive somehow thought it no longer had an operating system.  If that's the case, and the files are still there, then we've gotten away with something.

If not.............then the mission is to learn the lesson, and move on.

Back up early..............back up often.

Sunday, 6/2/24: Just Checking In

I haven't had very much to blog about this past six weeks, as that the activity here has been adding to the family history pages.  I have it in mind to create few more.  I find history fascinating, and as I learn about the migrations of my ancestors I end up learning some details that were too far down in the weeds for any high school or college course.  

As for my research itself, I've found that some of what I thought was right may not be right.  For a year or so I would have claimed John Webb Sr of Philadelphia as a 6th great grandfather, but one of the reliable websites has dissolved the connection to being the father-in-law of one of my Pilkington forbears.  Now that Pilkington did marry a Webb.........there's no doubt about that........it's that we're now not certain who her father was.

Weatherwise, we hit the century mark a few days ago, and it's still a dry heat.  The monsoon will be starting up anywhere from three to five weeks from now, and we have to take what rain we can get.  You wouldn't think that a desert would get any rain, but this one does.  It's just not a lot of it.   

That's it for this entry.