Sunday, October 17, 2021

Blast from the Past

 

I was minding my business, just fooling around on Facebook, when I got a message that asked, "Are you the same Bob Couch that worked at 3M in Houston back in the 70's?

The question came from Rick Temple, a good friend and fellow copier technician back then, someone I hadn't seen or heard from since about 1976 - that's right, 45 years ago.  

Over the last few days, we have shared information, trying to catch up, and I think we've done a pretty good job of at least hitting the highlights.  He is still married to the same sweet lady, and if Facebook pictures can be trusted, she's still cute as a button.

Sunday, October 10, 2021

Up In Smoke

 Both of our Dachshunds passed away in 2019, and, although we hadn't really talked about it, Honey and I had both been thinking about getting another dog.

That was why a post I saw last Sunday seemed like Destiny.  

The post had a picture of Smoky, a black Chiweenie who needed a home.  His owner had recently died, her husband works out of town and the woman who was keeping him had a dog of her own and a landlord who only allowed a one dog maximum.

I was the first to reply, but didn't hear anything back until Wednesday.  Since then it has been a comedy of errors - promises to bring the dog, then various reasons why it didn't happen.  I finally texted her this morning with three options:

  • She could bring Smoky out today.
  • I would come pick him up.
  • We could just decide it wasn't meant to be.

 She replied that she would bring him, but she was worried that he would not do well by himself since he was so used to having her dog for companionship.

I told her to forget it.

 


 

Monday, October 4, 2021

Place Holder

 Haven't posted anything in a week - actually six days - and I really don't have anything to say today.

Tuesday, September 28, 2021

He's Number One!


 Our grandson, Bryce Robinson, and his beautiful wife, Courtney, are expecting their first in February.  They held a gender reveal party last weekend and we learned that our first great-grandchild will be a boy.

Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Ms. Orlando

 A couple weeks ago, I posted about a couple of folks in Florida, a woman calling herself Tracy Orlando and a man claiming to be Me.  They opened a joint checking account at a Chase bank, and started transferring all the money out of our accounts here in Texas.  

A Chase computer detected something fishy and Chase Security froze all of the accounts - theirs and ours - until they could figure out what had happened. 

Well, halleluiah!  They got it right, and all of our funds have now been restored.  

We had to set up new accounts with new account numbers, get new debit cards, and notify everybody who sent us money by direct deposit or charged us via automatic drafts.  We also had to do an identity theft report with the Harris County Sheriff's office and deliver a copy of that report to the bank.

I ought to be happy, and I guess I am, but I've learned that the culprits will not be charged! 

I had hoped they would be flayed, drawn and quartered, boiled in oil, but they won't even get a slap on the wrist.  I can't charge them because I got my money back, and the bank will not. I think if the modern equivalent of the Daltons or the James gang cleaned them out, they wouldn't even put together a posse.

You see, banks work hard at portraying themselves as places you can feel safe and confident storing your assets.  They would rather take a loss than suffer the bad publicity.  

Wednesday, September 15, 2021

Nicholas

 

Ever since Imelda, Honey gets very worried whenever there is any sort of tropical activity in the gulf, so back when it was just a tropical wave we started preparing for Nicholas.  We ordered propane for the generator, and piled sand bags around it to keep it dry, removed files from the lower cabinets and put them on top, etc.

Then the hurricane hit and it was, for us, practically a non-event.  The wind never got particularly strong and we only had a total of two and a half inches of rain.

Then several hours after everything seemed to be over, our lights went out and the generator failed to start!  It had started on  Sunday for its weekly exercise run, but when we needed it, it did not come on. The battery was not only dead, it had a big crack down one side.

I went and got an new battery, but had to wait for almost half an hour while neighbors with chain saws and tractors removed a big tree from the road.  That tree was the reason the lights were out; the huge tree had fallen all the way across the road and taken down power lines on the opposite side of the street.

I got the battery installed and the generator fired up.  About six hours later, the lights came back on and everything was back to normal.