CHILDHOOD EXPERIENCE: RICKY JOE

My first two years of life were spent at my parent’s first house located on the western edge of the largest park in KC, Swope Park, which consisted of the Zoo and two golf courses and place where I would run many cross country races in high school.  I don’t remember anything of the place except that, as my mother put it, when we were moving into our new house of my home for the rest of my childhood she later told me that they were going to go back for some last things and I through a fit because I didn’t want to go ever go back there.  Something traumatic must have happened to me for a reaction like I had.  The only memory I have is of when I must have been taking a nap to wake to a shadowy figure coming towards me.  It has always spooked me and is still as vivid as ever.  Anyway,  my new home is where I eventually met Ricky Joe and we became childhood best friends.

Most everyone has a close childhood friend that they grew up with and had some great experiences while going through this phase in life.  Ricky Joe was definitely one of those childhood friends.  This post will share some of those experiences and I think most will agree that this might be unique and then again maybe not.  For me, it’s one that if I had it to do over, I wouldn’t in a million life-times.

The new house we moved into was located in the southeast area of a developing suburb town of KC.  Our neighborhood was a horse shoe shaped development with pastures on the north and south boundaries with woods surrounding that.  The  development had the main road of the town going by just east and our house was located on the northwest section of the horse shoe.  Just up my road about a block was the main road and across the street to the left was the grade school, where I would go, and on the right corner Ricky Joe’s house.  On the southwest side of the horseshoe was a baseball diamond and then more woods.  My parents definitely picked the right location for a kid to grow up.  Never a dull moment as you will read.

I met Ricky Joe when I started kindergarten which was located up the street across the main road in the basement of a small church.  His house was next door right between it and the grade school.  I think it was after western day in kindergarten that Ricky Joe and I started really hanging out as kids since his house would become the hub of many adventures due to its location in the realm of things.

Ricky Joe was the true definition of accident prone.  I don’t mean he was accident prone all the time but just some of the time.  When he had an accident, he really had an accident.  The first introduction to his unlucky ways was in first grade.  Ricky Joe showed up one school day with goop of some medical kind smeared all over one side of his cut and scratched up face.  He told me that he had jumped on their horse to go for a ride when he fell off and his foot got caught in the stirrup and was dragged down the street.  This was just the first of more accidents like this to come and we were just 6-years old.

The next was the fall season of second grade.  Another childhood friend, Mikie (lived next door), and I were halfway up our street heading for Ricky Joe’s to play when his older brother, Kenny (always the kidder), was running down the street towards us yelling that Ricky Joe had been hit by a car while crossing the main road on his bike.  We had heard sirens but knowing Kenny didn’t believe him until he led us back to where a car was stopped on the side of the road.  Kenny led us to the car and pointed to Ricky Joes’ smashed up bike underneath it.  Ricky Joe was lucky that he hadn’t been killed and only ended up with a badly broken leg that he had to be in a cast for six months.  He missed most of second grade and had to make it up with Mrs. Stewart (not good), his teacher, during the  summer months of tutoring to advance to third grade next year.  She lived in a close by newer development within walking distance and Ricky Joe would go for tutoring but for payment had to do chores which included pulling weeds which he hated with a passion.  We were only 7-years old.  Would Ricky Joe make it to adulthood at this rate?

The only other major castrophe for Ricky Joe that I’m aware of came when we were 10 or 11-years old.  As kids we use to get together and play hide and seek, especially without the presence of the moon.  On this one particular night of hide and seek I was “It” and had gotten Ricky Joe early in the game.  At the time, our streets didn’t have street lights so it was pitch black.  As I was looking for other hiders a car was coming down the road with head lights on.  Ricky Joe waited for the car to pass and stepped into the road when I heard this bumping sound and saw Ricky Joe laying on the street holding his head.  The car that had passed was towing a fishing boat that Ricky Joe had stepped into smacking him on the head.  He was lucky again to come out of it with just a bump on his head but was okay. 

How Ricky Joe survived childhood I’ll never know.  As we grew older into our junior and senior high years we seem to drift apart but always had our fun childhood memories to reflect on when we would sometimes be at the same place at the same time.  Childhood memories should be cherished and I feel lucky to have had a childhood chum like Ricky Joe.  He eventually moved into his parents house after they passed on and still lives there to this day.

Yes, he did survive to be an adult and there are more tales to tell of Ricky Joe with other neighborhood happenings that involved all the kids on the block that will be featured in a future post.

God bless and God speed

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THE APARTMENT

I had secured my new apartment through my former landlords that I had been with prior to my move to San Diego.  Due to the urgency of my situation I had contacted them first to see if they might have anything available for Ellie and I.  I requested my old apartment because of its location on the Independence square with a 3^rd floor view of the KC downtown skyscape and it was like living in the trees that surrounded the area.  It was occupied but I would have access to it when it became available. 

The landlord had informed me that this new apartment was much smaller but was the only one available for Ellie.  It’s a disappointment compared to the other but I have to make the best of it until later on.  I have a much smaller kitchen with very little cabinet or counter space. There was one lamp table but no other furniture so Ken gave me a tv stand.  I use my lawn chair as my only seat in the place except my air-mattress in the bedroom. 

Anyway, I’ve made the best of it and made do with what I’ve got to work with.  The first major problem I incurred was discovering a leak under the kitchen sink.  I discovered it when I noticed Ellie hesitate to enter for access to her food and even more when she started lapping up water from the floor.  That’s when I found a leak under the sink and realized that I had just washed the dishes before and drained the water when it really started to leak.

After getting everything as organized I as could I took the evening off for relaxation and watched the tube for entertainment.  I watched Ellie adapting to her new place as she found her place that likes to lay and watch me (especially for a treat).  I just feel good that Ellie and I have a place to live and be sheltered.  I’m sure I can make it livable for me.

God bless and God speed

FLIGHT TO KANSAS CITY

Ellie  and I loaded up  the rest of our things in the car and once again were off on our road trip to Kansas City (there’s only one KC and that’s in Missouri) leaving the beautiful northern California area of Dunnagin around 10am in the morning.

The planned route was to hit I80 east to hi-way 99 south route to miss any snow complications that had been dominating recently.  I never did run into the 99 south connection so ended up heading to Reno where I saw that I could connect to a southern route through Nevada to Arizona and I40 (Old Route 66).  That would put me on my trip back that I had come. It was a much more scenic view through the Sierra  mountains so all was not lost.

I had my gas money to get me back with about half of my rent needed to secure my apartment that I had been able to get so I would have a place to live when I got there.  That meant once again the dreaded standing out and soliciting for more money.   I was lucky enough to get close to that with a little more help from my friends.

We headed south on I-95 from Reno where we had to get our first gas fill in Hawthorn, Nev.. That’s where, stopping at the first gas station in town, I found out that I would pay  $.20 more for gas since there were two more stations on the south of town selling for less (go figure).  But the real stinger was when my engine light came on after filling-up with gas.  It was then that I became anxious that I may have major car problems and not get to KC.  There wasn’t anything I could do so I had to once again pray to big “G” for assistance which was answered with no complications.

It was night time and pitch black on the hi-way drive until I hit the neon lights of Las Vegas (a beautiful experience).  I got to see casinos I had been to in the past (Rio) as I drove through to my next route connection hi-way 93 south to my first destination lay-over, Kingman, AZ.  I got gas for a much better price this time at a truck stop where Ellie and I got a nights sleep in the car (around 10:30pm).  I had a sun-screen that I lined the drivers’ and half of the front window to block out most of the parking lot lights so I got a fairly good sleep considering.

I was on the road once again around 5:30am as were some truckers that were beginning their day of driving.  I passed through Flagstaff, AZ about 2-hrs later and continued through on the scenic “Old Route 66” drive to my next destination of Toucomcari, NM for another night of rest at a Flying J truck stop.  I arrived around 6pm and decided to get sleep with plans on waking around mid-nite to continue my journey to KC.  I awoke around 1am and was on the road again 30-minutes later.  I made KC around noon that day and spent my first night with my good friend, Ken, at his apartment.

Overall, the trip wasn’t too bad and my car didn’t give me any problems with the engine light still registering.  Ellie was great, as she has been, throughout my entire plight and homeless flight.  She seems to have that adaptability and resiliency that I’ve had to endure these past years and especially past months.  She would sit or laydown on her sheepskin mat during the drive but I began noticing more and more that she preferred the security of my lap which I complied considering the upheaval of her life going from a lease-free environment back to the leash.  So, here we are back in KC, Dec. 2, 2010.  “MEANT TO BE”

God bless and God speed

THE DUNNIGAN DISAPPOINTMENT: Flight of the Homeless

I’m into my second week of Dunnigan life and I’m preparing again to pack up my car for the trip back to KCMO and employment.  Things just didn’t turn out as expected with the job market among some other things which I’ll explain but the last thing I ever wanted to do was go back to KC especially during the winter months and the cold. 

In my first few days it was made clear to me that my best friends place was not a permanent solution which I knew from the beginning.  As much as his place is beautiful and has a great location my intent had always been to get my own place for Ellie and I.  I appreciate my independence of living as much as anyone and knew if I could get a job this would be the best solution for all concerned parties.  The only problem was that it might take longer than I had hoped for a job which I could see wasn’t a feasible consideration to a very good friend.

His girlfriend was the greatest driving force in the matter since my friend would have said stay until you find a job and get your own place but she had justification considering my first stay the time I found myself homeless.  But this time it was a very critical situation for my friend and the last thing I want to do is disrupt my friends independent living style and to come between he and his girlfriend.  The group of towns people that I had befriended the first time seem more distant this time which I’m sure goes back to my friends’ girlfriend or feelings I’ve only come back to impose again. 

Whatever it is, I have come to realize that you have to go where the job is to be had and I’ve been given the go-ahead by my former general manager that my job is there whenever I get back.  As much as I love it out here in this part of the country I guess it could be called destiny that I go back to KC.  Maybe it’s one of those “MEANT TO BE” times.

All in all, Ellie has gotten to experience freedom without a lease and I’ve gotten to enjoy the laid back style of life in the country for a couple of weeks.  I hope to come back some day under better circumstances and preparation.

In preparation for the trip I’ve gotten gas money for the entire trip back and will have to again try to get more for hopefully a deposit on an apartment back in KC.  Right now I’ve been made an offer to temporarily stay at a co-workers daughters boyfriends place, which I’m not very excited about, and my trucker buddie says there’s an apartment available where he lives that takes pets and it’s reasonable which is ideal.  So, as much as I dread the standing out and soliciting for money, I will have to endure this challenge again and depend on the generosity of those good Samaritans out there.  I’ve been impressed with the giving spirit of these great people.

God bless and God speed

FLIGHT OF THE HOMELESS: Personal experience

Early, early Tuesday morning loading the last of my belongings into my car to head north to the Sacramento area and hopefully find employment and a new life for Ellie and myself.  Twice yesterday I had stood outside my car with Ellie sitting quietly soliciting for gas money for the trip north.  The first in the morning rush hour with my  cardboard made sign which read, “NEED GAS 4 TRIP TO N.CALIFORNIA”,  and the second during rush hour traffic home (about 3-hrs each).  I made close to $100 from the good Samaritans of San Diego.  Enough for 2-gas tank fills plus and enough for 2-thirds of the trip.  I would have to stop and solicit one more time to get the rest of the way comfortably.  HOMELESS and UNEMPLOYED, again.

We were on the road about 5am after a fill-up of my tank.  I805 north towards L.A. bound with hopes of missing the notorious rush hour I’ve heard and seen on t.v..  Well, I got my rush hour experience and don’t ever expect to experience it again.  I got my second tank of gas around Bakersfield and began thinking where I might stop to solicit for my last tank of gas for the trip.  I thought Fresno might be the best but as I got closer I kept thinking of how much I really didn’t look forward to doing it again so I kept driving while keeping a close eye on my gas gauge.  I drove by each town debating on whether to stop there or go on.  When I got close to Modesto (about 50-miles south of Sac) I was dangerously close to empty so I took the last exit and put my last $10 in the tank. I asked the clerk for directions to the nearest Walmart since this was a good place to get a good flow of people but saw a Costco on my way and decided to go there (especially since I’m still a member).  I no sooner set up my location than I noticed the gas attendant looking at me while on the phone to someone.  Of course I knew he was calling someone inside about me so I continued my sign showing when an elderly couple pulled up and generously gave me $30.  Then 2-employees showed up and asked me nicely to leave because of policy.  They both sympathized with my situation but made me aware that it was against California Law to solicit like that even though the others are out there too, but to be cautious if I did it again.  Blessings and hats-off to those two elderly and understanding young men.  The $30 was enough to get me to my destination with a little left.  MEANT TO BE?  It’s sometimes amazing.

I arrived in Dunningan around 4pm and met my friend at “Bill and Kathys” small truck stop and hangout for a number of the local people that I had met the last time I was here.  It was a good and familiar reunion with a few brews of reminiscence and current life updates.  I got over to my friends place at dark so I didn’t get the full impact of how isolated he was in this many acre almond orchard until the next day with daylight.  I couldn’t believe the remoteness and peacefulness of this paradise between the Coastal and Sierra Nevada Mountains.  Most relaxing considering my circumstances.

God bless and God speed