Another crazy dream

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I usually don’t remember my dreams, but when I do, they tend to be really odd.

Here’s a recap of this morning’s random neuron firings.

For some reason, I’m going to Bakersfield to see a person who may have been some kind of University-level instructor or counselor.  When I get to Bakersfield, I’m in a crowded downtown area, and having difficulty finding a place to park.  I finally locate a vacant spot, and end up having to walk a great distance to find the place I’m supposed to be.  When I locate the person I’ve supposedly made an appointment with, he says “that’s next week. I can’t see you know”.  We do this in the middle of a large public space, indoors, like a large entry pavilion area.  I follow him outside, still trying to figure out why he won’t see me, when some other man makes a comment about More

She couldn’t find the pick up window in the drive thru

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donknottsI am stunned. Really.  I went to my local Subway Sandwich shop for lunch today.  As I pulled in, there were several cars in line at the drive thru, so I elected to go inside.  That new menu kiosk ordering board throws a lot of people, and I was in a bit of a hurry.  There was a woman ahead of me, picking up a sandwich.  I couldn’t help but overhear, and what I heard left me feeling like this image of Don Knotts.

She had to come in to pick up the order she placed on that drive thru menu board, because she couldn’t find the pick up window!  

She drove right past it, but did not see it.  She was even looking for it, according to what she told the woman behind the counter.  “That’s happened several times”, said the Subway employee.  I really hope she was just trying to make the lady feel a bit less dimwitted.  I’d hate to think it was all that common to have people walking among us who can’t find the pick up window in the drive thru while they’re in the drive thru!

I think what scares me even more is the thought that this woman is very likely someone’s mother!  If I wasn’t an atheist, I might very well be saying “heaven help us!”

What Dreams May Come – breaker breaker

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I seldom remember my dreams.  They fade as I wake, if I recall them at all.  Today I awoke remembering the dream that just ended, and it starred my old CB radio.

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I own a Cobra CAM 88 Citizen’s Band radio.  It’s a 23 channel, tube type AM transceiver, and I have a Silver Eagle D-104 power mic connected to it.  I bought the radio used in the mid-to-late 1970’s from my buddy Marc Cooper, who I believe got it from his uncle.  It’s probably a mid-60’s radio.

D104In my dream, I was showing the radio to a friend, and hooked it up to try it out. Now, I haven’t even turned on a CB radio in probably ten years or more, let alone keyed one up and talked.  But I did in this dream, and heard distant stations coming in by skip.  (skip is when a radio signal bounces off the ionosphere and travels much farther than normal.  When sunspot activity is high, you can hear stations from the east coast easier than you can hear locals.  High power amplifiers add to the noise factor!)

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July 5, 1994 – Communications Operator I

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I walked into the building at 7am, July 5, 1994, for the first time as an employee.  Communications Operator I.  Three months of training lay ahead, and a year’s worth of probation.  The place was the Tulare County Sheriff’s Department, the room was in the basement, in a space originally designed to be a gymnasium / weight lifting room.  As of today, I’ve put in 20 years in that cramped space.

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Even just standing around can get you in the newspaper!

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At Gay Porterville’s rally Tuesday, June 17, I got caught in the newspaper’s picture.  This image appeared in the Porterville Recorder’s print edition today.

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See my Alternating Currents blog for the story of the rally, here.

The entire photo after the jump.

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Flag Day 2014 – A More Perfect Union

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I see gay people

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Gay couple, circa 1875

Growing up, I had always viewed Visalia as hostile to gay life.  In the 70’s (the 1970’s mind you), I didn’t see any gay people.  There were some everybody suspected (everybody as in my classmates at Mt. Whitney High School. That’s a representative sample, right?), but none who I knew for certain.  That’s part of the reason it wasn’t until the 21st century, and my 40’s, that I even began my coming out process. No positive role models.

Today, I notice something completely different. The gays are everywhere!  No, really.  I see them all the time.

How do I know?  Easy.  Every time I go into a local supermarket, they’re there.  It’s clear to me they aren’t just “roommates” from the apartment complexes nearby, but are actual couples.  Watch them if you don’t believe me. (be discreet about it, though)

I suppose part of it is that I’m “in tune” to spotting them now.  My “gaydar” has been upgraded since my teens, thank goodness.  But at some point in the last thirty years Visalia has become home to a rather large, if publicly silent, group of gay and lesbian couples.  (The 2010 US Census listed Tulare County as the #1 County in California with gay couples raising children, per capita)

It’s an interesting mix of individuals, too.  Seen alone, you’d probably never spot them as gay or lesbian (I’ve noticed you gals, too…  it’s not just the men I’m noticing out there!). But in the store, engaged in one of those mundane chores of daily life, I see them.  Most of them tend to be younger couples, guys and gals in their 20’s.  (That may reflect the demographics of those apartment complexes I mentioned.)  I have noticed some older couples, too, although the higher in age they get, the more they tend to be a lesbian couple.

Now it’s almost a game for me when I go shopping.  I’ve got the gaydar on max, and I’m letting it sweep the store as I walk, seeing what I find.  (I’m easily entertained at times.) There goes a couple now.  Yep, gay.  There’s another pair, but it’s clear they’re NOT a couple, but probably are, honestly and truly, roommates.  No sharing of toothpaste or bedrooms there.  Once you start paying attention, it really is rather obvious.

Or maybe I just know what to look for these days.  Now all I have to do is figure out how to spot *single* gay men!

 

 

 

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