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I have just signed my final divorce papers now just waiting for the judge to do the same. This is my first divorce and hopefully my last, we were married for 20 years and have 2 kids. My daughter is 19 and in college and she is fine with all that is going on, my son is 15 and mad as hell at me right now.I am not saying that this was all her fault and it was not all mine, but she has got my son thinking that I left them for no reason and he won't even speak to me now. I know this won't last forever, and I was just wondering if any other dads out there have been through the same thing and how long did it take before things kinda got backto normal. Joel
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I had to share this. It touched my heart so much and am so thankful for all the men and women who serve our country. I am proud to be an American. "I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655. Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day. Full dress was hot in the August sun. Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever--the heat and humidity at the same level--both too high. I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; she had a cane and a sheaf of flowers--about four or five bunches as best I could tell. I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in. Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we might make it to Smokey's in time. I broke post attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight: middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery. I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint. 'Ma'am, may I assist you in any way? She took long enough to answer. 'Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days.' 'My pleasure, ma'am.' Well, it wasn't too much of a lie. She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?' ' Vietnam , ma'am. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.' She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine. I'll be as quick as I can.' I lied a little bigger: 'No hurry, ma'am.' She smiled and winked at me. 'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie from a long way off. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've got a few Marines I'd like to see one more time.' 'Yes, ma 'am. At your service.' She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the flowers out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC: France 1918. She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek. She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen X.Davidson, USMC, 1943. She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone, Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944. She paused for a second. 'Two more, son, and we'll be done' I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am. Take your time.' She looked confused. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way.' I pointed with my chin. 'That way, ma'am.' 'Oh!' she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.' She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970. She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out. 'OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.' Yes, ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?' She paused. 'Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephen was my uncle, Stanleywas my husband, Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in action, all marines.' She stopped. Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know. She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully. I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car. 'Get to the 'Out' gate quick. I have something I've got to do.' Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her. She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet. 'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost. Follow my lead.' I humped it across the drive to the other post. When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice: 'TehenHut! Present Haaaarms!' I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud. She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice. I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac. Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.' As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer: 'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.' Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy. 'In God We Trust.' Sorry about your monitor; it made mine blurry too! If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under!
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My wife, son and I, as well as my Brother in law and his wife and daughter are strongly considering going on a Disney Cruise in October or November. Many of you know my son has a severe Heart Defect, so while I can't really afford it I'm doing it anyway. We don't like to fly so we will probably drive. Here are my questions: 1) Anyone ever rent and RV? Would like to rent it to get down to Florida and then rent one again to get back. 2) Any other ideas so we could all go down together? 3) Anyone been on a Disney Cruise? If so, Tell me your thoughts please. Thanks
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First pictures of our new biker grandson #4, born yesterday screaming his lungs out and weighing in at 6lb 11ozs. Mother and son doing well. Ian [ATTACH]25157[/ATTACH] [ATTACH]25158[/ATTACH] [ATTACH]25159[/ATTACH]
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Picked this up in an email today, wanted to share it. One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, 'How was the trip?' 'It was great, Dad.' 'Did you see how poor people live?' the father asked. 'Oh yeah,' said the son. 'So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?' asked the father The son answered: 'I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.' The boy's father was speechless. Then his son added, 'Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.' Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have. Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends! Pass this on to family, friends and acquaintances and help them refresh their perspective and appreciation. "Life is too short and friends are too few!"
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Hi there. Just can´t help but brag a little about my youngest son "Valli". He just turned sixteen this summer and is the leader in a mellow rock group in Iceland called "Hinir" (The Others). The band consists of six youngsters from the age of fourteen to seventeen. My boy is the lead singer, guitar player and songwriter and even though I say so myself the music is more advanced than one would expect from such young kids. The song called "Living was easy" has a story behind it: In 2003 my father, Valli´s grandfather passed away unexpectedly and it was the first loss my sons experienced. We went through the procedure of greeving for some time and tried to stay strong and stick together and as time went by the wounds started to heal little by little. Then about a year ago I was browsing the internet and looking at some poetry when my older son´s name came up. I clicked the link and it took me to a poetry site where one could post his poetry. There was a beautiful piece full of love and grieve that my son had written to his grandfather and it just melted my heart and brought tears to my eyes. He had never told us about this and I respect that all the way and it tought me that our kids have sides that they do not always share/show us parents. The week after we were at my youngest sons graduation at school (he was fifteen then) and his band was performing in front of five hundred people. He introduced the first song as a little song he had written when his grandfather had passed away three years ago (he was just turning twelve at the time). Me and my wife were just big question marks. He had never told us about this and we had never heard him sing. He had his twelwe string Seagull guitar, started the instrumental intro and then began singing. Tears were just running down my face - just could not help it - it was such a beautiful performance and the sweetest song I had heard in a long time and brought back memories of my father. He was a professional guitar player and I think it is O.K. for my son to quote Kenny Loggins by saying" I am a living Legacy of the leader of the band". You can listen to the song as well as two others by clicking this link (or copy and paste into your browser). www.myspace.com/hinir Hope you forgive me for bragging. I am just very proud of my sons and the kids in the band.
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just got back from memphis and st. jude. what a pleasure to spend the weekend with a group of the finest people in the world. we had 19 bikes, not sure how many people. so many neat things to tell about could'nt begin to cover them all. we went to ronald mcdonald house and it was awesome. lots of pic's were taken. went to harrahs in tunica miss. last night with dragonrider, b2 dad, b2 mom, and their son. this was one of the highlights of the trip. b2dads son road in on a zx14 crotch rocket, looked like a young and very handsome yul brynner. whan i first met him, i said oh one of them crotch rocket riders huh? then said just kidding. i have one just like it. any way we ate the buffet at harrahs. and b2's son had to leave to head for home. he was one of those kid's that just seemed to have a certain carisma about him. could'nt put my finger on it. got to talking about him and to my surprise he was not mid twenties like he appeared but mid thirties with kids. here's the kicker. he was the pilot and captain of his own b2 stealth bomber. i was totally blown away, as i think dragonrider was. i have a new hero in life to put next to my other hero audy murphy. what a great guy. mayby b2dad will come on here and elaborate. anyway lewis and i shared a room and when leaving memphis we met 2 couples at the motel on harleys and one must have been a minister cuz he blessed all of our trips home and our bikes. must have worked cuz i had a great trip home and a great time with all my venture rider friends. bill :clap2::clap2:
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Well, we were gonna wait til spring, but last wed we went into knoxville. While we were in town we stopped at the Honda shop just for giggles. Next thing ya know, we're doing paperwork for an '08 wing. We pick it uo on the 17th. Pics to come shortly after that. As for the moneypit, I'm not going to part it out. I'm going to give it a coat of paint, and give it to my 25 year old son, who is a corrections officer in south georgia, so there will probably be another member on here fairly soon. Ya'll will get pics wed or thursday:mo money:
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Hi all my son and i went to western nc to go riding this weeknd he has a 03 rsv he was going around a curve and the bike went out from under him it slid on its side through a ditch and stopped upside down on the side of a mountian the good lord was with us he was un hurt (but pride maybe) just some scratches and burs on his leg the bike has a lot of damage windshield broke off the lt frt crash bar bent back and we could not shift it but we took a crow bar bent it out and finished the ride the bike maybe a total loss but just would like to say that bikers no mater what thay ride help when in need there where about 6 riders that stoped to help us right the bike and get it out of the ditch kevin wisor 199 rsv jax fl
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I thought I'd share some news regarding a close friend and family. Cullen Bryant, 7 year old son of Jim Bryant (v4more here, and Jimb on the Venturer site) passed away this afternoon after courageous battle with cancer. It's difficult enough for a mother and father (and one surviving brother) to lose one child to cancer, but they lost their oldest son to cancer as well about 10 years ago. Many of the Twin-Cities area VentureRider members may have crossed paths with Jim over the years as he lives in New Richmond WI. Curt
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Two weeks ago, my oldest boy and his girlfriend were involved in an automobile accident. As stated in the police report (ala Readers Digest), his car was traveling east at the posted speedlimit. A car in the west bound lane made a left turn into her driveway and hit my son's car. Both were shaken (not stirred) and no one was seriously injured. My son was taken into the hospital to be looked over due to a cut on his head that occured when his car made a landing after jumping a ditch. Police cited the west bound driver with failure to yeild, and a few other others that I don't remember. The other driver's insurance (Geico) is saying they are only responsible for 75% of the damage and not his medical. They will not give him a rental to replace his damaged car as they are not totally responsible. To add a monkey wrech to all of this, the car is still in my name. How can Geico get by with this. The police report states that the accident was entirely her fault. The only way my son could have prevented it, was by not being on the state road in the first place. What recourse, if any, do my son and I have in this?
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My Step Son wrecked his 750 Suzuki this afternoon. He was getting on the parkway and an 18 wheeler had pulled into the other lane to let him in and then pulled back in on him. He said the last he remembered was hitting the brakes. It scattered parts for nearly 1/8 mile. Looked like the truck actually hit the bike. He had his leather on, but still has several scratches. This is his first day home on leave from the Army. Not a good way to start a vacation!!
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I recall reading somewhere where someone said (jokingly) ... "if you follow a group of Harley riders long enough, you'll pick up enuf pieces to build your own". I went one further with this with my son (he rides an '03 Sportster) and said, "if I follow my son long enuf, I'll return home riding a Harley" (love givvin the kid a hard time). Yesterday, we're out for a ride and I'm following him and...... all of a sudden he's pulling over... I come up beside him and he's cussin big time... "what's wrong"... my MIRROR! he screams .... I look and it had vibrated so much that it just snapped off somewhere in the middle!! He's had more things come loose and fall off that bike... LOL
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Today our son, Mark's car broke down. Pulley assembly busted, broken belt and all. He works about 45 minutes away, so Ron took him on our bike. Mark is 6'4", this is how it looked. I think similar to carrying a tall pine on the back of the bike. Mama
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We should be haveing our second Grandson with in the hour:cool10: My son just called from FLA. she is at 10cm ( or what ever that is ) so it should be soon...
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I went and picked up my '06 RSV today. My son, Jeff went along to keep me company and we had a real nice father and son bonding day. It didn't hurt that I bought lunch at a nice lunch buffet...LOL Here's a pic from the dealers web site. My camera got wrecked in the accident and I haven't had time to figure out how to use the new one yet. http://www.ggmotorcycles.ca/index_files/1300Venture.jpg
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hi all there is a '06 rsv for sale with 3,600 miles on it. i meet the owner about 9 months ago. we compaired my '99 rsv to his '06. it's the red/maroon color, his is a retired in huntsville,texas. he had bought the bike to ride with his son. i remember him saying ( he was going to have eye surgey soon, and was a little worried about rideing the bike). meet the son a week ago, said dad was doing ok but had decided to sale the bike. the son carl hicks jr. said it was ok to pass along this info and contact # if anyone was interested. his asking 12,500 or obo. son's # is 936-714-1293. said he could e-mail pictures and more info. thanks & ride safe don / gunboat
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hello all here are photos of the side car i had put on my 99 it rides totaly different and will take some getting use to now my wife and 8 year old son can all go when i ride hope you like the photos kevin wisor 1999 rsv jax fl
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Last week, I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, 'God is good, God is great. Thank You for the food, and I would even thank You more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!' Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman remark, 'That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!' Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, 'Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?' As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at my son and said, 'I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer.' 'Really?' my son asked. 'Cross my heart,' the man replied. Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), 'Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes.' Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment, and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, 'Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already.' The End I love this story! Sometimes, we all need some ice cream. No wonder us Venture Riders love DQ! We know it is good for our soul! I hope God sends you some Ice Cream today!!! Ride Safe to the nearest DQ! Bobbie
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Wanted to post this for all of you who contributed so generously to the fund for Cliff's son. He sent me this via email today to share with you all. http://www.regards.com/getgreeting.cfm/648-4056659-0108
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My wife and I sent our middle son to Dana College this fall. He went on academic and athletic scholarships. He runs cross country and is majoring in chemistry. Highschool GPA was 3.8+ and he has had a strong history of community service, no trouble ever etc... (My bragging list is long). Two weeks ago he got his first major paper back from his composition prof with a big zero on the front. When he asked she said that he had plagiarized & he found that his roommate also received a zero. He didn't understand how since they'd only discussed topics but no specifics for this paper. His roommate denied copying the paper. Now this is serious because it could jeopardize his scholarships, whether he could run for the cross country team and even risks expulsion from the class or even school itself. When he had a meeting with the prof she laughed at his questions insisting that he very well knew what was going on because the two papers were word for word identical. His roommate again denied he had copied the paper. He said he couldn't show my son his paper because he'd deleted it from his own computor knowing that he'd get the finished one back from the prof. Only later when my son found the plagiarized paper on roommates computor did roommate confess that he had taken my son's paper from his desk and copied it. Roommate said he would tell the prof he'd plagiarized which he did. The prof offered them a chance to do the papers over again and she would give each of them half credit. This was unfair enough but here is where it get really weird. Prof withdrew her offer when she was reminded college protocol stated that she had to take it to the Dean and then to an academic counsel made up of other profs. Great! With a confession from the roommate, my son should be off the hook, get the credit he deserved for the paper and all is well with the world. But no! The academic counsel ruling that both boys will receive zeroes. The roommate because he plagiarized and my son because he did not adequately protect his work allowing his roommate the opportunity to plagiarize. With this "blame the victom" logic, a casualty of sexual assault would be told she should have kept her legs together and then sent to prison along with the rapist. We are trying not to be "helicopter parents" or hovering overhead but instead just being supportive. It is hard. I am hoping he will appeal but know that he might risk even more severe consequences if he does. It is a small thing in the big scope of the world. He is smart and healthy and will certainly make it one way or the other. Darn kid. I guess its time he finds out about life outside mom & dad's house. Sometimes great and sometimes rough. Iowa Guy Tim Lantz PS He has applied for a new roommate.
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My son and his wife arrived in Viet Nam yesterday and met their new son, Ethan. This moment has been a long time coming.http://bp1.blogger.com/_S0WXKXdVNdY/RzhTuzTUYUI/AAAAAAAAA10/jCF7FLM-4p0/s200/DSCF0491.JPG They took Ellie, their 4 year old with them and Evan stayed back here in Cheyenne with Misty's folks. They will be returning back home in about 2 weeks after Ethan's visa is processed.
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My oldest son and his wife just got the call from the adoption agency out of Kansas City, for the 'go-ahead' to travel to Viet Nam and get my new grandson Ethan. They will be traveling in a group with other adoptive parents. They already have a 4 year old daughter, (Ellie) and a 2 year old son, (Evan) of their own. Ethan and Evan are a month apart in age so we are refering to them as 'the twins'.
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Over the weekend a coworker and friend lost his son in a motorcycle accident. My friend's son lost control of his bike and the accident was his fault, but knowing this does not make the loss any easier to the family. Please surround Joe and Donna with your prayers as they deal with the loss of their son. http://www.kjrh.com/content/news/breaking/story.aspx?content_id=945ef4e1-dc0d-48ae-ac99-47d7802a04bd
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