What is the big deal?


 As I don’t believe in self imposed exile for asserting my opinion and the shop is too cold to work on the bus, I thought I might share a thought or two with you.  I will try as usual to be as diplomatic as I can.  You know what diplomacy is right?   That is the art of saying “nice doggie, nice doggie, until you can find a rock.”

Having tired of this computer shunt or blocker that the closed minded folks at Eagles International have placed on me, I went over today and logged off on that site.  This will of course end my visits there as I don’t have the faintest idea in the world what my super-secret password might be and could care less.  In other words, I have tired of the game and stick a fork in me, I am done.

A few will read into this thing issues that are simply not there, I suppose others will see this as just more “sour grapes.”  Which is fine.  To be candid about it all, “I often do the very same thing, read something that is really not there.”  This I do know.  I am of the school of thought that criticism is a good healthy thing, and if it adds to the mix, then it is a bonus.  As long as name calling and flaming is held to a min. it should be at least tolerated.

 In other words … If you have something to say … then by all means … say it.


I saw a church disband a long time ago, simply because two old ladies did not like the color of the carpet.  The membership argued and fought, eventually the congregation became unruly and it all shut down.  Canton, Oklahoma, population 600, has “13” churches, what does that tell you?

Internet boards are no different, people are people, and no two people are going to see it exactly the same.  So what is the big deal?

Why do we often find folks majoring in minor things on Internet boards or in clubs?  Here is some more food for thought.  Why did YOU sign on for all of this?  What brought you here?  Did you get a letter or a come-on inviting you to seek out this place?  I did, mine was from a member of this particular tribe of man.  I was invited, I did not just show up on my own accord.

What I was told or sold, wasn’t what I found.  Butchering this hog has not been easy.  (It is a tough job, but someone has to do it.) Here lately I have been mulling it over in my quiet moments of the day.  I ask myself “Why do we join clubs, when we are basically not joiners.  Why do we reply or comment on threads, only to have them ignored.  Why do you bother to send emails or PM’s to people, who never return the courtesy.  Why is that I do not have a T-Shirt lettered Does Not Play Well With Others?”

 And as with most mysteries in life … I have found … There are no easy answers.


Here is where I found reality (or my version of it) often sucked.  Eventually you will reach a point when you notice that people are not answering your comments (on your string or on their string for that matter) and you realize it is time to pull down your shingle and close up shop.  If you make the occasional telephone call and that call is not returned, then it is time to move on.  Sooner or later, (if you are smarter than say “the average monkey”) you get the message.  

 Then there are people like me of course.  We are hopeless, we never seem to get it.

Unfortunately, I have at times given a few people way too much space in my head, and that was my fault.  But in all things, there is always clearly a choice, I should have used better judgement in my dealings with these people.  These folks who put the “fun” in dysfunctional.

Some people seek out adventure in their lives, to explore new places, to find fun, only to discover they have arrived at a place where fun comes to die.  It doesn’t always even out on the Internet … Some items naturally will fall on the negative side of the scale.   It would be best if I remembered that from time to time.

Most guys would be hard pressed to admit it, but a lot of our wives are smarter than we are.  Mine asks me about this bus board turmoil all of the time.  “How is it you can justify the time, putting up all this stuff, with negative results?   To me, there has to be a plus, something to justify the means to the end, and it simply isn’t there.”  

Sadly I find that she is right, often it just isn’t worth the time or the effort expended.  I cannot on most days, justify the time and the effort put forth 99% of the time.  She suggested that I just throw in the towel and be done with it, she suggested that I do that a long, long time ago.  But of course, I could not see it her way, that is why they call it “marriage.”

So, perhaps some day in the future, when people come up to me and inquire, “Are you the guy that was on the bus boards that used to write all that stuff under the name of Boxcarokie?  Are you as witty, insightful, articulate, and as handsome as your writing suggests?”

I will just reply “Uh, not really.  I am only five eight.”

See y’all out on the boulevard … I will toss you a wave when the wife and I roll by.  We will be in the Gun Metal Gray Outfit that is styling in the Smart Aleck Lane …  Flyin High In Our Eagle … The Star Of The American Highway.

Watch those right-handers.