JDI'S Travel and liesure

  Mena, Arkansas I love the state of Arkansas. I took my nephew Steven there to visit some friends of mine, Dave and Margo, who live in Cove. About 15 miles (24.14 km) south of Mena. Dave and I were drinking beer and Steven had found places to fish. Dave had a little fishpond, and the neighbors had ponds too. All was going as planned, Steven had caught dinner. But we wanted to go to the bar. That meant going to Oklahoma.  When we got to the bar, the doors were open, but no electricity was on. There was a tornado that landed in Mena, knocking out the power as far as Hatfield. That was in Mena, not where we were. That point in my life, I was a drunk. A working drunk, making a good living as a welder. That being said, the time to go hammered me. Steven was having none of me or Dave driving. He took the keys and chunked them and I got angry but gave in, and he drove home. The morning was a rough one; I had a hangover that was pounding. My hangover wasn’t the only thing pissed at m...

  Leaving Tulsa I had quit a job in Arkansas and went back to Tulsa. I left on foot a couple of months ago to go paint water towers again. Jerry Ferguson out of Cherry Hill, Arkansas hired me back. Two years ago I worked for him and had to leave Arkansas and move to Tulsa because he was semiretired and would not work more than a couple of weeks. Then take 3 to 4 weeks off.  Jerry could afford to do that, but Mike and I couldn’t. So I had gone to Tulsa where I had friends and knew I could work as soon as I got there. Dave and Margo lived in a little 14-foot travel trailer, where I slept on a hand built wood bed. It was just like I said. I was working as soon as I went to Standby personnel.  Standby is a day labor place. I was in a permanent job in three days of being there. K&M Shillingford heat and air. Started as a temporary employee working for Standby. But on the second day I was hired on. Just had to get paid from Standby until my contract was up. Two months, they...

   Chicago Traveling to Chicago can sound overwhelming and scary. There is a lot to do in Chicago. I have been there twice. When I was 14, we went and did a few things.  But in 2005 I was working as a welder for HMT tanks. We were working at a gasoline tank farm. Making decent money so when I had time off we were Tourists. While there we went to the Sears Tower, to the 104th floor, to the sky deck. Rode the express elevator. Fucking awesome! Fast lift, 104 floors in 30 seconds.  It was a beautiful day that day. I could see across Lake Michigan. That was sweet. The sky deck floor made mostly of glass. Even 2 feet (0.61 m) of the floor all the way around was glass, you could walk on it and look down. That was freaky, looking down between your feet and see 1,500 feet (0.46 km) down. Freaky feeling, almost like a carnival ride. The Adrenalin pumping fear and excitement. The ride down was like 30 seconds of driving over those little hills that make your belly fall behind ...

 Chicago Traveling to Chicago can sound a bit overwhelming, and scary. There is a lot to do in Chicago. I have been there a couple of times. When I was 14 we went and did a few things.  But in 2005 I was working as a welder for HMT Tanks. We were working at a gasoline tank farm. Making decent money so when I had time off we were Tourists. While there we had the opportunity to go to the Sears Tower, to the 104th floor to the Sky deck. Rode the express elevator. Fucking awesome! Fast lift, 104 floors in 30 seconds.  It was a beautiful day that day. I could see across Lake Michigan, that was sweet. The sky deck floor, made mostly of glass. Even 2 feet (0.61 m) of the floor all the way around was glass, you could walk on it and look down. That was freaky, looking down between your feet and see 1,500 feet (0.46 km) down. Freaky feeling, almost like a carnival ride. The Adrenalin pumping fear and excitement. The ride down was like 30 seconds of driving over those little hills t...

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  How about the South? My first trip to the Deep South took me to Houston, Texas. I had heard a lot about Texas, none of it made me want to go there.  It was December when I arrived in Houston for the first time. Just turned 30 years old. We were coming from the snow and cold. We left from Albuquerque N.M. most recently and drove to my buddy Patrick's mom's place in upper-class suburbia, Houston. We stayed only a day there, long enough for Patric's mom to get some work out of us. We left after a pleasant time at Patric's place. Went to a little country town called Brookshire. I met some pretty cool people, and the country was pretty in a way I never saw before. Being from California, it was flat by my standards. The bright, warm days were nice. 80 Degrees during the day, 60 at night. The nights in the country made me think of every Western story I have seen or read. Since that first time, I have been all over Texas and all I was told about the Lone Star State was right ...