Misc

What’s up with this wacky weather?

What is up with the weather this year? I’m beginning to think Punxsutawney Phil should have predicted more than six more weeks of winter. We’re just a few days into spring and already, another nor’easter has come and gone. Yes, another. As much as I enjoy lots of snow and a frigid winter, when spring rolls around, I’m ready for Mother Nature to start warming things up. This year, she’s been hell-bent on keeping us guessing from one week to the next and terms like blizzard, nor’easter, and bomb cyclone, have become commonplace.

The first week of January, Winter Storm Grayson dumped 15 inches of snow on us. Since then, the daily high temperatures here in Ocean County, New Jersey have sporadically ranged from the teens to the high 70s. One week it’s shorts and t-shirt weather and the next we’re back in full-winter garb. As a result, everyone in our house has either had the flu or flu-like symptoms at one point or another. The constant back and forth between warm and cold weather even has Gracie, our friendly, furry feline, looking at us like, “Can I please move inside now? Please?”

This past week, the first week of spring, Winter Storm Toby delivered another foot of heavy, wet snow. The storm left our neighborhood without power for several hours. While I found the outage to be quite peaceful, not everyone in the house shared that perspective, especially not the kids. They were horrified at the idea of going without cable, the internet, or the Xbox for any extended period of time. It didn’t help that the power company’s notifications stated it would take more than 24 hours for the power to be restored. Fortunately, we ended up only going without power for seven hours and as you can imagine, a huge sense of relief was felt throughout the house.

It’s amazing how abruptly we’re reminded of all the things we take for granted on a daily basis during a power outage. Simple things like doing the laundry, washing dishes, taking a hot shower, turning on the heat, making coffee, charging iPhones, iPads, and laptops, or simply turning on a light. In the end, it was an opportunity to once again be grateful for the modern conveniences that we typically take for granted and that go unappreciated. Until the next nor’easter…

James

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Gun Control and The Second Amendment

Last week’s horrific tragedy in Parkland, Florida has made me reconsider my own views on gun control and gun ownership. I grew up in southern and central Kentucky where it wasn’t unusual to see gun racks hanging in the rear windows of pickup trucks with a couple of guns on them. Farmers used them for killing or chasing away varmints, hunters used them for hunting, and typically, kids used them to shoot cans, bottles, or whatever other inanimate objects they could find. In stark contrast to today, guns were not considered a great danger to society and had a very useful and specific purpose.

As children, we were taught that guns were part of our American culture. Boys were, and still are, oftentimes given guns as a rite of passage for Christmas and/or birthday gifts. We played cowboys and Indians, held mock battles with toy soldiers, and built forts where we pretended to defend ourselves from invaders. Even as kids, we understood that more powerful weapons meant greater odds of winning. So naturally, because they had guns, most kids wanted to be the cowboys instead of the Indians. Ironically, I always wanted to be the Indians. I thought it was more interesting playing the Indians and was determined to eventually beat those darn cowboys even without guns.

My Exposure to Guns.

Like a lot of Americans, the first gun I ever shot was a Daisy BB gun. I couldn’t believe how many BBs it could hold. It was great, you simply poured them in, cocked it once, aimed, and shot. After shooting at trees, cans, and bottles, I soon became bored and began looking for more interesting things to shoot. I aimed at birds, squirrels, fish, frogs, chipmunks, bugs, and, when no one was looking, the occasional light at the top of telephone poles. The BB gun wasn’t powerful enough to do any real damage and the BBs were more of an annoyance than anything to the critters on the receiving end. After a while, like most things, it wasn’t enough. Inevitably, the BB gun was set aside for a pellet gun. The pellet gun was even more fun to shoot because it could shoot both pellets and BBs. It was also an air gun that became more powerful the more you pumped it. Since the pellet gun was more powerful than the BB gun, it could actually kill small birds and animals. To a young boy, the ability to kill anything brought with it an enticing and unnatural sense of power. It felt like you could conquer the world with just a pellet gun. Once bitten by the gun bug, there was no going back.

Naturally, the older we got, we continued to be exposed to other, more powerful guns. The .22 caliber long rifle followed the pellet gun, the .410 gauge shotgun followed the .22, the 20 gauge followed the .410 gauge, and the 12 gauge followed the 20 gauge. Along the way, we were also exposed to hunting rifles like the .270, the .308, and the 30-06. Then, there were revolvers and pistols. Most households had at least a BB gun or a pellet gun, a .22 long rifle, a shotgun, a revolver or pistol, or some combination of these. They were all fun to shoot but I personally enjoyed shooting long guns because of their ability to shoot accurately at much further distances.

Guns for Sport and Hunting.

Up until my late 20s, I had only hunted a few times in my life. For whatever reason, the hunting bug didn’t bite me until my adult years. Initially, I only bow hunted. After several years of bow hunting, I decided I wanted to try gun hunting. In Maryland, where I lived at the time, the only weapons legal for hunting deer (depending on the time of season) were either a bow, a crossbow, a shotgun, or a muzzleloader. As my interest in hunting with other weapons grew, I went to Bass Pro Shops and purchased both a shotgun and a muzzle loader. Eventually, I decided to try crossbow hunting so, I bought one of those too.

Each of the bows and guns I’ve owned served the specific and practical purpose of hunting. That said, a few years later, I returned to Bass Pro Shops to purchase a pistol. This time it was different. Instead of hunting, my justification for owning a pistol was home and personal defense. Clearly, I hoped I would never have to use it for that purpose. After a background check and mandatory waiting period, Bass Pro Shops called to let me know my pistol was ready to be picked up. Soon after purchasing a pistol, I joined an indoor range and began shooting regularly to both improve my marksmanship and for sport. It wasn’t unusual to go through 100-200 rounds each time I went to the range. It was fun and I enjoyed it.

Although I spent five years in the U.S. Marine Corps where I learned how to respect and safely and properly handle, combat weapons, I’d never spent time shooting or practicing with a pistol. Nearly all of the shooting I did in the Marine Corps was with the M16 (nearly identical to the AR15 used in several school shootings). The thought of someone using a weapon designed for combat, such as an AR15, to slaughter completely vulnerable and innocent children, and in school where they should be safe, is shocking and extremely infuriating. There’s no excuse for it. None.

Gun Control and The Second Amendment.

I don’t recall ever hearing about a mass shooting when I was young. Of course, there was the occasional news of someone who had committed suicide or someone who was accidentally shot while hunting or handling a gun. Such news always stunned us and would generate discussions around what might drive a person to suicide or the circumstances of a particular shooting incident. Fast forward to today and we’ve become numb with news of suicides, accidental shootings, and even mass shootings. They have become a regular occurrence and even expected.

My experience with guns, shooting, and hunting are not unique. Like millions of Americans, I have owned or been around guns for most of my life and while I’m a staunch supporter of the Second Amendment of the U.S. Constitution and “the right of the people to keep and bear Arms,” I do not adhere to the idea that the Second Amendment allows for every type of weapon and certainly not for anyone incapable of safely, responsibly, and legally owning and operating one.

I enjoy hunting and shooting as much as anyone but we (myself included) really must reconsider the way we think about guns and gun control here in America. It’s astonishing to think that we’ve already had several school shootings this year and it’s not even March yet. It’s also astonishing that the types of weapons being used are literally combat weapons. This is not something we can ignore. This is not something we can continue sweeping under the rug or kicking down the road. Kids shouldn’t have to go to school every day and wonder if there will be a shooting or if they will make it home alive. School must be and feel like a safe environment for children, parents, and teachers. Parents shouldn’t have to worry about the safety of their children at school. It’s shameful that we’ve failed to protect our children and that our government has failed to provide the resources and legislation required to really make a difference. It’s just as shameful that many lawmakers have allowed bipartisan politics to come before the safety of our Nation’s children.

Making a Difference.

The time for change is now. I’ve been inspired and moved by the passion and determination displayed by the thousands of students across the country in response to the Parkland shooting. It’s only been a week since the tragedy occurred but if the last week is any indication of their will and determination to affect real change, we may finally start seeing some real results. I’m hopeful and cautiously optimistic that this is the case. It’s imperative that each and every one of us, as voters, use the power of our vote to elect people to office who will address gun control issues head on and who will not pander to the NRA or the pro-gun lobby groups. It’s absurd that we’ve allowed groups like the NRA to become so influential that they’re able to decide which gun control measures become law and which ones don’t.

It’s literally up to us, the American people, to either continue allowing them to hijack the gun control debate or to use our votes to completely remove them from the equation. If we continue allowing the pro-gun lobby and the NRA to control the gun debate, we will never find our way back to a world in which our children are truly safe. You want to make our world a safer and better place? Vote and vote wisely. It’s on us… each and every one of us.

James

Misc

Catching Up

Hello everyone… it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything so we have lots of catching up to do!

For starters, I successfully completed my goal of taking some amazing motorcycle rides in 2016. Following my 2016 Memorial Day Weekend Ride, I enjoyed a week-long ride up and around the New York Finger Lakes, across Lake Champlain (via ferry) to Vermont, followed by a quick stop in Woodstock, NY on the return ride home. I will post a blog entry about it in the near future so stay tuned.

I also FINALLY took my long-awaited, 11-day ride to Nova Scotia and am currently writing a book about it titled, Two Up. I will keep you posted but hope to have it published sometime in early 2018. I will simply say that it was one of the most enjoyable rides I’ve ever experienced.

Aside from the amazing motorcycle rides to destinations I’d never before experienced, a lot has happened in my personal life. In late 2016, I entered into a serious relationship with a single mother of two that eventually led to me quitting my job and moving to New Jersey after living in Maryland for over 20 years. The moving part was much more work than I ever imagined. Especially after living in the same place for over 20 years. That also meant a dramatic change from my longtime, responsibility-free, single, bachelor lifestyle, to a domesticated, responsibility-filled, and family-oriented lifestyle filled with the everyday happenings of a family of four to include a nine-year-old boy and a fifteen-year-old girl. The days of peace and tranquility in my condo (aka bachelor pad) where everything revolved around me and what I wanted, have been replaced with days filled with constant chaos and activities that revolve around everyone but me. As you can imagine it’s been both challenging and rewarding but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

I also started my own consulting company called NuCentury Consulting. This too, has been an unexpectedly enjoyable learning experience. After working for other companies for the past 25 years, I’m proud to finally be able to say I now truly work for myself. It’s another one of the items on the top of my “long-awaited” list.

As you can see, I’ve been a very busy boy so keep your fingers crossed and wish me luck as we move forward towards the future.

James

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Winter Storm Jonas

The Blizzard of 2016

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It’s been a little over a week since Winter Storm Jonas slammed us here in Maryland and yet, there’s still a lot of white stuff on the ground.  Craziness. One week it feels like spring and the next we’re getting hammered by a blizzard. Being a snow lover, I was thrilled to finally be getting some snow this year. For a while, it seemed like we weren’t going to get any. When I heard we might get somewhere between one and two feet, I felt like a giddy little kid again. I grew up in the country and loved playing in the snow. We made snow cream, built forts and igloos, had snowball fights, hiked through the woods, went sleighing, bravely walked out on the frozen ponds, and even hitched our homemade sleds behind the horses and let them pull us along. How could anyone not love winter? It just doesn’t seem like winter without any snow. Well, needless to say, Jonas delivered and I loved it.

I’d be happy with at least one big storm like Jonas every year. It’s also nice to have a few extra snow days off from work. The one thing about snow storms that I could do without is… snow shoveling of course. This was the first time I’ve had to dig my vehicles out of deep snow in a few years. After the first Jonas wave, I spent three and a half hours shoveling around my vehicles as well as several vehicles belonging to my neighbors. After the second Jonas wave, I spent two more hours digging us all out again. On the third day, after Jonas had passed, I spent another hour shoveling. It’s literally taken me about a week to fully recover from those snow shoveling workouts.

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It was sad to see the snow melting and the temperatures up in the 50s again so quickly but there are still a couple of months of winter left so who knows what winter still has in store for us. Personally, and even as sore I was for a couple of days after all of that shoveling, I would love to get another big snow storm or two before winter ends. Perhaps it’s that giddy kid in me but I enjoy snow now just as much as I ever have and I don’t see that changing anytime soon so bring on the white stuff!  Frosty can’t be done yet…

* The first picture in this post is the night it began to snow.  The second picture is the sunset the day it stopped snowing.

James

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Keeping It Real

Recommitting to my New Year’s Resolutions…

watch me-694x347I’m not going to lie, we’re a little over two weeks into the New Year and I’m struggling to get into a groove with my New Year’s resolutions. I find myself contemplating strategies like… if I don’t reach my writing, workout, or weight loss goals for the day or week, I’ll make up for it another day, next week, or the following week, as long as I reach my cumulative monthly goals. Acknowledging this in writing, yes, I feel like a slacker. While I’d give myself a C+ as far as sticking to my goals so far, it’s going to take quite a bit more discipline on my part to bring that grade up to an A.

The first week of January I didn’t know what to expect or how I would feel in my attempts to meet my weekly goals. I met 90% of my writing goals, met my weight loss goal, and worked out four of the five times I had planned but, I wasn’t satisfied because I still fell short. The second week, my grade slipped from a C+ to a D. I met 75% of my writing goals, gained back the weight I lost in the first week, and only worked out three of five days.

While I’m determined to remain positive, I’ve definitely had moments during the past week when I’ve been hard on myself. I know I can do better. I know I just need to make it happen. I know I need to be better at managing my time. I know I need to stop staying up so damn late, go to bed earlier, get more sleep, eat better, and write, write, write.

I’ve also started consciously reflecting on the way my mind works when I make excuses for myself or when I attempt to come up with justifications as to why I’m doing something other than trying to accomplish the goals I’ve set for myself. My top excuse has clearly been… I’m too tired. I know it sounds cliché but I’m just keeping it real.

I’m a night owl by nature and love to stay up late while the rest of the world is asleep to catch up on my shows or social media. I do this even though I know that in order for me to get to work by six A.M., I really need to start DVRing my shows and watching them the next day or whenever I have time later. Since many of my shows are on Sundays, I typically get off to a pretty shaky start on Mondays after having only four or five hours of sleep. That in turn, leads to me being exhausted when I get home from work on Mondays, and sets the tone for a vicious cycle that I’m usually not able to recover from until around Thursday. By then, I’ve only worked out once or twice, haven’t been able to focus like I should, have been putting off my goals, have been hard on myself and/or feeling guilty for not being more disciplined with my time management, and have started procrastinating and trying to figure out strategies to make up for everything I’ve missed over the upcoming weekend.

This stops now.

This is my catchup week. Not only am I going to accomplish all of my weekly goals this week, I’m going to catchup on the ones I’ve failed to fulfill for the past two weeks.  Wish me luck!

With that said, I’m off to the gym…

James