Thank You Bob

I suddenly find myself setting in my Ohio hotel room having just got in from working and unable to attend Mr. Tweel’s visitation struck with a loss for words.  So many moving messages have been written about him in the past few weeks that I think "what possibly could I have to add?"  Then I find myself thinking only two words over and over.

"Thank You"

Thank You Mr. Tweel for being a mentor to me and so many hundreds of students over your teaching career.

Thank You for being the "fun" teacher but also for jerking a knot in my tail when needed.

Thank You for providing an atmosphere of comradery and trust that fostered so many friendships that still exist today.

Thank You for your patriotism and love of this country that poured out of you and rubbed off on your students.

Thank You for being refreshingly honest no matter who was around to hear it.

Thank You for taking us on bands trips during your "week off" every spring.

Thank You for the support and kindness you showed my family when we lost my father.

Thank You for not pressing charges or otherwise harming me & an unnamed accomplice when you found out about that whole joy riding in your Blazer thing.  (Although you were more than slightly irritated I would have to say.)

Thank You for pushing me to do better no matter what I was attempting.

Thank You for being there all those years ago.

Even though it has been 17 years since I left your Band Room and many days I feel like I have lived another life since then.  Those years will hold some of the fondest, warmest, and meaningful memories that I will always cherish

Bob when I think of you I cannot picture you any other way than with that mischievous smile that often graced your face and I am sure that’s the way you will look when I see you again someday.

A little Martha Stewart “Nerd Style”

As some of you may know I have a affection for footlockers.  They are good not only for storage but they also make great coffee tables in non-formal areas. When I rearranged the office with the purchase of my new desk I repurposed my current family room coffee table (I mean foot locker).

What started out as a simple idea became a great way to hide wires and other devices.

(I do miss seeing my blinking lights however)

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As you can see the foot locker easily holds a router, DSL modem, VOIP adapter, external hard drive, and USB hub.

Then when you close it all up it becomes a handy printer stand for your home office.

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This is all made possible by the fact that before carpet was laid I drilled 3 very large holes in the floor for routing wires.  All I have to do is pop up the drop ceiling downstairs and I have a fairly free reign to run wiring where I would like.  I will not go completely wireless until the “N” products come down in price a little.  Plus there are several things that will always have to be wired because of work laptop and VPN.

This concludes my handy somewhat feminine tip for the day now off to the appletini’s.  (I mean beer yeah that’s right beer, oh and watch a sports something too.)

Happy Father’s Day Dad

Hard to believe that he’s been gone 19 years this November.  Sad thing is I do not even remember the last Father’s Day that I had with him.  I am sure that beyond a hastily chosen card I did nothing for him.  But then I think remembering a passed father is not about every holiday that you spent with him.  It is about all the times that you remember so vividly that you can describe in every detail.

For example I can remember riding home with him one night from a Boy Scout meeting.  It was about 8:30 on a summer evening and Dad was listening to the 8-track player in his Black Chrysler New Yorker.  “My Way” by Frank Sinatra was playing and we were passing the corner of 5th Ave & 11st St at what was then the “First National Bank of Huntington” building.  We had the windows down and I was enjoying the cruise through town.

Why do I remember that so vividly?  What was so special about that moment that it was seared in my memory?  It was when Dad introduced me yet again to the music of Frank Sinatra but I actually paid attention that time.  I remember thinking that this is not too bad, maybe all Dad’s music is not awful.  Today when I listen to my Frank Sinatra music I think of Dad every time.

It is not always huge events, Holidays, or all the times that you think you should remember that end up being important to you when a parent passes.  It is all the little times that you spent with them that mean nothing right then but yet live with you so vividly forever for one reason or another.

Happy Father’s Day Dad

Dad & Me

The Strategic Air & Space Museum Visit

This may bore many of you but I had the best time at the Strategic Air & Space Museum. I will walk through some of the pictures with you in the sideshow below. However after reviewing the pictures I realized I never got a picture of the fully functional flight simulator. This was so great I did it twice. I never really thought I would get to try all those great aerial maneuvers that I’ve studied.

While in the simulator I performed a Split S, Scissors, L4, and a few others. I must have had that simulator all over the place because there was a crowd looking at me when I exited the simulator. But hey I had a hell of a time!

Now onto the pictures!

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The 2nd Biggest Ceiling Fan’s I Have Ever Seen

Picture it. Jake is driving up Rt. 219 just outside of Parsons on a dreary Tuesday afternoon heading up to get onto Rt. 50. Then I see the 2nd biggest ceiling fans ever!

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Just thought they were kind of neat I had never seen a windmill farm before.

Gulfport Mississippi Mission Trip

Greetings & Salutations faithful Stapleton Blog Readers.

Well I have finally got around to posting a report on my mission trip to Gulfport Mississippi. First of all I feel the need to give some background information on how we found our way down to the Gulfport area. Last year about a week after Hurricane Katrina struck our Church which is packed with engineers and medical personnel (so if you need to build something we are there and if we get hurt doing it we have staff on hand) felt compelled to do something to help in the aftermath of Katrina. So our church got in contact with a medical group that was working in the Hurricane area just inside Mississippi. So the Church through generous donations and offerings were able to pack a few trucks and trailers with medical and other supplies. The first group left a little under 2 weeks after Katrina hit. Once our first group got to their destination they were told that no one knew they were coming and that their help was not needed but they knew where they were needed. So the group headed further south into Gulfport, Mississippi not knowing what to expect or what they would find. While the team was driving through Gulfport they came upon St. James Baptist church located just about 4 blocks from the gulf. This church is lead by Pastor Eddie Hartwell and had fashioned itself as a disaster recovery & supply distribution center. So our team stopped there they set up a clinic and those who were not medical personnel started taking care of other needs in the community. Our first team stayed about a week and the following week we sent in another team that did pretty much the same work. We have stayed in contact with Pastor Hartwell since then and learned he had setup a non-profit corporation and had started through donations to rebuild housing in the area. Our Pastor Greg Creasy wrote a grant to the National Baptist Convention to aid in the Disaster Recovery Ministry. So our church and several other churches in West Virginia are sending down several teams this year to aid in the reconstruction, that’s how I ended up in Gulfport Mississippi for a week in May.

So here’s my part of the story I cannot begin to tell you the destruction and devastation that still exists in the areas where Katrina struck. Things are just now getting to the point where people can begin to rebuild. Communities are still in recovery mode, there was a 38 foot storm surge in the Gulfport area. Houses were literally washed off of their foundation and moved inland. One person, one organization, or one government agency is not going to be enough to help this area recover we all must do our part to take help others make this area livable again. We are better together and can accomplish anything if we all just do a small part to help out. If you are a Christian I ask you to please help in Christian love if you are not a believer in Christ I would ask you to help out of shear human decency. There are still people hurting everyday where Katrina struck. In fact there is one facility called Katrina’s Kitchen that is still serving 1000’s of meal daily, just because this is no longer front page news does not mean the problem has passed. People are trying to help themselves but in many cases they are unable to. Most of the employment centers for the area were along the ocean front and were obliterated. Just a little bit further west of Gulfport there were 2 towns called Wayland & Past Christian. These towns were in the path of the eye wall of the Hurricane and were literally wiped of the face of the earth. They have merged in an attempt to draw people back in and generate enough of a tax base to start rebuilding.

With all this destruction what did I do to help? First all of I did not go alone I was joined by Pastor Greg Creasy & Lynn Hudson from my church, Ron Alyestock, Pastor Mark Jarrell, & Becky Vandergriff from Genesis Fellowship Church, & Daniel Beiling from Fist Baptist Church of Ravenswood. We went down for a week to work with the St. James Baptist Church Disaster Recovery Ministry. While we were there we helped in finishing out a house and did some other odd and ends. Like I said in an earlier post “Using power tools for the Lord it doesn’t get any better”! We had a good week of fellowship and very tiring work. When I set back and think about all that we did in the grand scheme of things it really did not amount to a hill of beans for what needs to be accomplished in the area. I believe that Mrs. Adkins will love her new home and she will likely not know that I had anything to do with it and that’s ok. This is all about living for the lord and helping his children, hopefully the work that we did that week brought the lord some small amount of glory. One of the hardest things that I had to get over when I became a Christian is that “it’s not about me”. That’s still a hard one that I must work at every day and frankly sometimes I fail miserably. But I get up the next day and try it again. There is one thing that I can be absolutely positive of however. A small group doing their part to aid in the recovery of Katrina made a small difference in a life and if we all try to do that just some of the time, the world could be a much better place.

Thanks for stopping by to read, that’s the news and I am outta here.

Link to a write up on the trip.

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