So grooving on last nights show, trying to snag sleep, grand old Shelly is on line texting me all afternoon. Saying something about one of our new interns and all being in the sack with me and thinking that our new intern was shacking up and replacing Shelly here in the Wolf's Lair. First I thought bullshit, the only person that knows about our new intern is Shelly, and of course the intern, who is not a frequent user of fb, the only way that a rumor can start on fb about the new intern, is by Shelly, its the oh , I'm forgotten so I have to start a fuss to be recognized .
Part of this is, I think is that if Shelly keeps bitching long enough I will in fact kick Shelly to the curb, break up with her, and she wont have to depart or pay any more money. Economics are tight everywhere. Its just completely stupid.
Then found Jonny who is producing the car show of sorts, did not want our help on the pin up gig. Okay fine, then was going to get in touch and include the Knytes and myself into it. Thing is whether he understands , including the Knytes , increases attendance numbers and that increases sponsorship bucks including ours. Biting our hands, means we say adios, and 50,000 potential attendees don't show infact boycott the event. It was the same thing last year. It was a same shit, different year happening.
Jonny didn't want the free ads on our online radio network, did not want the noise our guys and boys can muster behind an event, but guess what, by this time next year we wont be here anyway, as all I'm doing is finishing up my projects, getting all 4 of my rides up to a long haul road able status, and come about March next year, Evansgone Wyoming is going to be a distant memory.
We're on the air starting at 11:00PM 23:00 hours. See ya'll then.
TTYLY
Saturday was one of THOSE days. Got a used CB in LexiBelle, and was starting to put the center console in and figured I needed a Sharpie pen to marok the holes to drill. So grabbed the paperwork, that both Lisa and a few wanted to see, and needing a brew , tripped down to the Tumbleweed. So Lisa was working on planning a wedding so it took her a few, so watched some idiotic baseball game, then the band showed up. At first I was not to impressed with the band , but thought give em a chance. I was going to dance with Lisa a bit, but it started to get cold, and Lisa sprang, for some fruity drink, so figured I'd just sit there and enjoy, and I did. Now I don't want ya'll to get the wrong idea here, there is nothing on the level or thought train of anything romantic there , but Lisa is one of those ladies that are just out of reach, yet makes you feel happy and content all at the same time. Tonight I had a real nice time, talked with quite a few people, and am making connections. As much as I distrust and dislike Evanston, here. Lisa makes it bearable.
Okay then; Wanting to chat with the Bishop, texted Brother Welling, who has not returned the call, or anything. Now maybe Brother Welling was busy doing something else, maybe not, but I'm not one who enjoys being ignored. Maybe my consideration of leaving the church, is the way to go.
I will say this, seems as though everyone that I have befriended outside of the church, have been more helpful, and kind, that outside of three people including our Bishop, the rest act like they don't care, nor are extending the real handshake of friendship, rather than something ceremonial on Sunday morning.
Any mile hitting the rack, see ya'll on the cyber radio later Sunday evening.
Everyone ought to have a close friend and mentor like Lisa, and her husband, mostly Lisa.
TTYLY
Before I get into my usual rant here, as of 15:00 or 3:00PM this afternoon, the Knytes-of-Dixie's Honor Guard officers arrived in Evanston Wyoming. Seems as though a few mindless people including a maladjusted individuals have been allowing their unknowing mouths override their brains. Spreading rumors and falsehoods to members about members and as well as the club, myself HCC and a few of of the rest of our vocational pursuits including the eventual buy of a bar here, that is currently making its moves through organizational channels , the radio station and all, is getting epidemic and the epidemic can and will mean quite a few people are going to loose not only their property but could easily loose their lives. There are contracts currently being made to forever silence some of these big mouths. As far as the Reaper Club, that's a go, just pending another person, to manage and run it, with Reaper crew standards. Radio station, is being evaluated, and talking to two media brokers, on the idea of selling the license here and using that money to refire what we have in both Buhl, and American Falls Idaho. As for me, all I'm doing is getting my trucks and all into condition to make the move at the end of July back to southwestern Idaho. Quite frankly , I'm done with this town, its people and crap head small town gossip.
I pulled the stripe and NASCAR number off the General JaXson, mid week next week LiL Wolf will be in my shop, and LexiBelle should be done. Ran into a small problem, some sticky fingered bastards took my CB from LexiBelle, so just waiting to buy a new one. I'll be back on the cyber air later this weekend, but I'm beginning to have the feelings of, what's the use? Even if the station was up and flowing, who besides me is ever going to step in and work it?
Bottom line, I'm done, taking my time, and no longer caring much. That's why I haven't been down to the Tumbleweed , or any other point of socialization in this town. Last weekend at church, I felt like truly the Wolf, in amongst the sheep flock. The family I normally associated with were not there. I'll be danged if the so called Home Teachers, have been here. The amount of visits from the Home teachers has been so few , its like why should I even think I should be a member of the LDS Church anymore? In my opinion , the LDS Church, ought to get back to being a church rather than a company, that pays few if any taxes, disguised as a church.
I'm so looking forward to going home, and attending, The River Fellowship, and getting rebaptised , into that church. In a week or so, I'm going to discuss with our local Bishop, how to arrange to be excommunicated from the LDS Church, and have all records of me ever being a members of the Mormon faith destroyed.
More later.
I'm going to make this the last entry to Highway Hooker Gazzette, on this particular subject but it must and should be made. This is based on, not entirely confirmed information but shown to be more truth than a myth or a circle the wagons to cover their butts in case they were caught, I'll proceed here.
When you go to a send off on a retirement party of a former director of an organization that in its very core is supposed to be to advance commerce, even putting that in its organizational title, says they would call you, but never does, that's a base to make one concerned. Add to that , once a big bang property buy turns into a dud, then those so hungry to warm up to you all of a sudden does not return a phone call or email, and leaves you so abandoned that you begin to hear the crickets chirp, you begin to figure that one you considered to be more than just an associate and business connection, turns out to becoming a person, that many will not join up with her little niche groups, you start to take in the maybe rumor information to heart. This happened to me and our supported organization the Knytes-of-Dixie. We had sought to buy, for and about that organization, a bar and sort of grill just outside of Evansgone, near the horse race track. During the time the concept of purchasing that bar & grill, A certain real estate consultant, was all kinds of help. Once the President poo-pooed the idea, it was all of a sudden, friendship withdrawn as well. Then a friend of that Real estate consultant, a computer wizz came forward, to build the Club(s) website, with the integration, of the radio station. When that bid came in at $8k, when even I4 solutions was only $3k, that's cause for a dialog to be opened, yet that friend of our Real Estate salesperson, decided she had better things to do, so was a person, that said she was up to becoming a DJ, for HazzardAyre, decided to vanish. That's when you say, no way.
Tonight there was this meeting of the Evansgone Small Business Network, at the Legal Tender lounge/meeting room. At first I thought about going, but felt if I had there would have been a verbal cat fight, so I declined. I have said this before, but I'll say it again, piss off one Knyte(knight) you piss off 49,999 others, 500 of which lives in Wyoming, 250 of those in and around Evansgone. Who will now purchase property from another agent, and not apply for membership of the Chamber - of - Commerce, as well as become members of the ESBN. One of the objectives that was the basis of creating the Hazzard County Chamber of Commerce, was and is to promote commerce and future commerce bizzness advancement of not only members of the Knytes, but too small rural business's from all over the Mountain West, including Wyoming, with out all the pomp and circumstance and be fair for all. Giving real world information and news to help all small to medium business's in the rural Mountain West, including Evansgone, and Wyoming. I was supposed to be included and the club invited to become part of a local gearhead group that runs, at a loss, Dragstrip. Guess what the application has never been delivered. Too Busy? BS. As it is now, I trust only 5 people in this town, My Bishop of our LDS ward, Lisa, her husband, and Nate, and Rick my partner at the shop. Anybody else, nope. This truly was a case of cutting off her nose to spite her face, and I have no loyalty nor anything else, for and of this lady real estate agent.
Highway Hooker Radio, on Wednesday at noon, on www.livestream.com/highwayhookerradio
Tonite it's HazzardAyre Radio at www.livestream.com/hazzardayre and early in the morning, starting at 05:00(5:00AM) its Samcro Radio at www.livestream.com/samcroradio
TTYLY
Last night I did something that I haven't done in as many eons. During a slow tune being played by the band that was at the Tumbleweed, Lisa the owner of same took me by the hand and danced a slow dance. At first I was messing up so much that I must have seemed like the biggest clabberass on Earth. The problem was , that I have not had that kind of close partial intimate touch by another human, especially by a knock out lady, as Lisa, is. Many thoughts and feelings ran through my mind. Then she took me up during some bar cover music, and two stepped with me again, it was I felt so clumsy , only because just the touch of my hand in hers, has not been in my visions or experiences in nearly 20 years. But she was dancing with me. Then as the night ended , she got up, gave me a hug, and a kiss, and this old kountry bumpkin felt so energized I could have climbed a mountain. Why? Simple that simple, minor in scope, human touch. A hug, a kiss, a hand being held. What this did too, was make me all so much more dedicated and committed to pushing the club to buy that place, just so I can experience other emotions. What she did last night, too, bring a old man into the light, and give me a sense of purpose. Here was one of, if not the most beautiful women I have ever known, one that I now count as a REAL friend, without regard to her or me having mucho money. She told me all about all that, but I don't and didn't care about money. I don't care how many houses she has, how much she's worth money wise, it was that a beautiful lady in all the ways one defines a lady, dancing with me and giving me some attention. That meant and means a lot. See you on the air after 2:00PM after church.
TTYLY
Last night before I got my first toew call of the night that brought me to the epiphany of just saying, I love the Club, but a man has got to know his (or her) limitations. I exited this Cyber highway to my FB page. So there was this Jessica Lang on there that was remembering a memory of some dad blame interview with me in prep to work on the radio thing. Damn if I could remember her, not that there has been that many, or even that I wanted to remember her, but I thought why her? Why now, and what this is this all about?
When I cruise the cyber highway online radio show, no matter their foundation, I do it somewhere between WolfMan Jack and Howard Stern. While I would not go to the extent of what Howard did, or does, I want something with a bit of spice. Just like when I eat, give me a quick shot of Tabasco sauce, on my taters or eggs, and I'm happy. Give it that wow factor. In some instances I suppose this kissing a gals toes in nylon hose must seem a bit warped, however one must look at where that started at least in the context I created it from. When in 1978, Mom and I paired up our finances and bought LexiBelle, and all, the shop was already being created to mirror the shop on TV's Dukes-of-Hazzard. With approval on copyrights and all from the important peoples that be, Hazzard was and is a leggy show, hence Daisy Duke's lower limbs. When I was creating the first TV ad to air on KMVT for and during the Dukes original network run on CBS, on local TV station KMVT 11 out of Twin Falls, I wanted MY ad to have some sizzle. TV then and especially now was expensive especially during prime time. So I had seen this TV ad for a plumbing outfit, out of Boise, at the end of the ad, was this plumber in a Tux styled T-shirt, who kissed this rich broads hand and the tag said, we treat all our customers like royalty. So I got to thinking, how about a Daisy styled gal out in her pick up, broke down calls Highway Hooker Toewing, aka Crazy Cooter to come fetch her truck. At the end of the ad have her on the back of the LexiBelle, cracking open a soda, and me kissing her toes, playing on the two words , toe and tow. No big right? Wrong to catch the right angle and all the camera tech, had to run I can't count how much video tape, to get the right frame. Meaning I had to kiss a sweaty, toe/foot for up to 20 minutes at a filming session. At the time, not so much now but back then to show short shorts and all network and local stations followed, you had to wear hose of some sort. Plus it sure beat kissing a bare toe/foot, all that salty sweat, and stink, trust me women's feet do smell some more than others, but still they smell. Additionally it kept her from giggling every time I took a breath, while she was reciting her copy, or lines from script. Okay, That gig became a trademark of my towing company. It had nor has any kind of sexual gratification or anything its a comedic bit to stress that when you call us we truly love our work are eager to assist in essence we Love Toews. I never spelled it like that, until an intern at our radio station in Gooding Idaho, Emme said why not just scrunch the words TOE and TOW together? It makes the point clear. So Toew it became. The fact that we were and are the only radio show on satellite or in syndication for and of trying to make bucks owning and operating tow trucks. We have always bounced off the thought of foot and toe. We are certainly not the only ones. I first saw this publication at a tow company in Blackfoot Idaho, then at then Tony's Towing of Murray Utah. It was called Phoote(foot) Notes. It was a newspaper that exceeded Tow Times as well as American Towman in its information on the business of towing. Later the publication died and some truck paper publisher started one up call TR FootNotes. TR syanding for Towing Recovery. That publication died as well and yes our Rode Knytes crew of which the Hazzard County Toewing Association is a charter of, is working to bring that back. But the radio thing was started because I saw a niche. At the time on the big watt radio stations, there were radio shows aLL OVER for OTR truckers, but none for us in towing. Back then many of us spent Friday and Saturday nights especially holiday weekends and just plain holidays huddled around a pot bellied stove reading magazines, tuned in on the radio, waiting for that next tow which usually started just after the bars closed. Cops being what they do, was nailing people for DUI, and us hitting the streets fetching the rides as these drunks were getting arrested. So I thought, what about doing a radio show on those nights, for those who tow. Originally we called it Heavy Hooker Radio, targeted to the heavy haul towing operators then scaled down to Highway Hooker for all, named after my company. Not a bad way to get some free targeted advertising. Originally started on the KMTW FM(now KLIX FM) out of Twin Falls, until the TeenAge Truckers 4-H club fired up our station, Highway Hooker Radio took off like a rocket.
Of course back then and my Bishop always reminds me of this, in that era, unlike today, having girls do radio in a private residence was no big deal. Today with all the meth headed goofballs, yea its a bit risky, but like my Uncle Dell said, you can't learn to swim unless you jump in the creek. Yet I can't think, and maybe one has to have a vagina to understand this, but what's the big deal of having some guy as long as its in the context of the gig, kiss her nyloned toes? Hey I'm the one that has to smell em and try not to gag. The thing though has become sort of a testing platform. I figure, if a gal is open minded enough and willing to take that leap of letting me kiss a toe, then just about any segment we do on the air and all will be done with the same tounge and cheek attitude. Shrug it off, and go on. Plus if your going to have your studio on radio also on TV you want if your show is geared this way, along the avenue of being that Hazzard County southern kountry flavor you want your in studio girls to look the part. I got the idea of having a TV camera in studio, from legendary broadcaster Don Imus. When I first caught his early morning TV news show on TV, he had what he called the Imus Cheerleaders. I thought that could work for us, this was long before there was anything like steaming video, most of it was LIVE local and at times network TV. I though shazzam, why the hell wouldn't that work for us? So I gathered as much of our local honeys together and that's how we did our shows. Of course taking a page out of Stern's toolbox, when they hired his sidekick Robin Quivers, I thought do that but have my sidekick look the part. One main co anchor, and maybe 3 or 4 in studio, looking like the HeeHaw Honeys in the background. If you watched carefully, you saw all the HeeHaw girls in nylons, ALWAYS!! But no our locals here think awe its just some old fart getting his rocks off huffing feet in nylons. BullShit. They never have stayed long enough to get the full idea. Nor learn.
Evanston Wyoming is not a place that welcomes in or plays well with others. I used to think three towns in Idaho were bad from number one to number three, being; Rigby, Grace and Glenn's Ferry, Idaho. But the clannish, clickish stuck up attitude here makes me hurl. But lets make this clear, there has been periods of full throttle here, with us but damn few. We do and I do what I do on the radio, and TV, mostly satellite radio, is not for Evanston, its for that community out there on that big strip of ribbon called I-80. The Truckers, bikers, gearheads and yes us who toew.
Body needs sleep, see ya'll this afternoon.
TTYLY
So there I am, sitting in the cockpit of doing Highway Hooker Radio, and what happens? Of course a toew call comes in. Another $100.00 lost because there is no one here to take over the show, plus for nearly 6 months now LexiBelle has been torn down, and not moved, with out of sorts tires, inside gutted fitting a new insides, plus needing a cosmetic make over, no chains, or J hooks and of course my tag lights got stolen here in January so can't run at night. However I will say , more calls come in for Highway Hooker Toewing, than any handle we've used here of me going toewing here in Wyoming.
So right there and then, I made a decision, as of June 1st, my butt is at the shop whipping LexiBelle into shape and getting serious on going toewing. That means less time doing radio, less time doing business and junk for the Clubs , that includes buying bars, office/studio space for the radio op, less time put on outside gigs, and focusing in more on what feeds , warms, and keeps me alive or should be, and that is toewing. Building bikes and all that is groovy, but my one aim has been going toewing.
Now I want to get a bit sentimental here okay. Today is my Mom's Birthday, if she were still on earth rather than that toew dispatch desk in Heaven, she would be 95 years old, I'd still be living in Hazzard Idaho on our farm, my big shop would still be in my hands, and a ton of manure would never have went through the chute. Now this connects, it was My Mom in 1978 on the day of my Birthday that year, Mom took $3900.00 from her own savings account, along with mine and we went to Twin Falls Idaho, to Valley Towing & Radiator the best place in town to take a leak, and bought LexiBelle. My mom helped me acquire my dream. Yet because LexiBelle is out of sorts, I am broke or near there, no money to buy flowers and such or drive to Grace Idaho, to put flowers on her grave to honor her for her Birthday.
Nope the Trustees, of The Montgomery Foundation squandered most of Mom & Dads funds, mostly my 1st Cousin Bud Sant who took over duties of the Foundation bought into a annuity that went sour, yet I will say, when those funds were frozen in 2004, Bud did give me a place to stay and helped me get Government money to sustain me, and only this year by a smidgin of a blessing that is being returned, something like a million , 400,000 bucks and long term payouts of like $600k or so a year after 2017. The 1,400,000.00 is supposed to come sometime in July . It's amazing. Don't you think Shar that I deserve Bud's old car after all that happened? I think so. (sorry that was a side note) Yet here I sit in Wyoming , not going toewing.
So as far as the Club(s) are concerned, I'm still there, but am pushing away from that table a bit, not giving a shit, doing the radio bit 4 nights out of the week, on my own, on my schedule. After next year once I'm back in Idaho up in near Twin Falls , and we refire the big candle in Buhl of our old station there, fine, but not until. Over the course of all of this bar shit, auditioning models, in studio on air talent with nothing to show for it except bills that are delayed, damn near lost LiL Wolf today, because I couldn't pay a repair bill, thankfully I can come June 1st, but still , I'm tired of this junk. I conked my self in the head this past week R&R ing a 400 R tranny, out of a ton and a half truck, because I was thinking of all this Club stuff. Not looking at what I was doing.
As far as Evanston Wyoming is concerned after looking at some posts from some twit that didn't understand shit about doing radical rebel radio, and or TV, and bowing out, and everything else, unless one helluva lot of things turns around here in the next 3 months or so, my butt is doing only one thing, enough to get me and My WolfPack out of here, headed home to Hazzard Idaho. I'm just flat done.
More in the afternoon, this old Highway Hooker is getting sleep.
TTYLY
