Are State agencies geographically challenged or scared to look beyond their comfort zones?

 

Another month nearly over. Office/Studio lease signed sealed and delivered. Sadly residence wise am still challenged, so still snoozing in ye ole General JaXson.

Which brings me to the point of this entry. Was trying to saw logs Friday into Sunday morning, but ground temprature dropped into the mid teens here, so all parts of me was, how would you say? Frozen. Add to that, no fuel in ye ole General JaXson, so no heat. So out of mere thought looked up as good as I could on line on my flipfone3 and found Wyoming 211. Called them, they sent over the young cub scouts with guns, to get me warm, although they had been there at least 8 times prior that night.

Understand All day Saturday called everyone of ya'll that was close enough to do any good, but none of ya'll were home or able. Little Rick, no drivers license, his mobility is limited. Nate, and wife in Florida, no help there. Big Jon, Covid. 

So then Wyo-211. Good outfit, to at least hanging in with me, and all, but no knowledge of what is in Evanston, and what ain't. Which is a lot, even for a mere population of 20K , still even good ole Hazzard with a population of 2K has more down and out resources, than Evanston has. 

Thing is the lady at Wyo-211 fingered that I was in Bear Lake County, not Uinta County. Which meant one is in Idaho/Utah, the other on the Wyo/Utah border. Geographically, challeneged . Now grand Wyoming, is not alone here. Idaho and most of Utah are in this boat as well. You have state agencies and support agencies located in and dern near, the major population centers, but never in the rest of the state. In Idaho, its Boise, yet Twin Falls, Burley, etc have no dang idea of what is or what aiin't available as far as social services are available, especially, for Military Veterans. No Idea. Nor Agencies that deal with V.A. that have no clue how to deal with freshly discharged Military, Veterans that were involved in the many aka spook special ops, MO's. It's just squirly. 

What to do? Here comes the WolfPack. 

Now it's finding the who and what to set up a working side gig for the V.A. here for special op's retirees.

Now then right next to the same office space, that AWR will occupy, is two more offices, that could easily house a full featured Veteran's Outreach Extension Center. 

So, WolfPack, need to have a WolfPack pow-wow huddle. 

Get in toouch with me on my cell #. 

Then came Sunday. Glad I found or was led to, the House of Prayer. Not only did they give immediate aid to my fuel and food situation, But, after the sermon, I walked up to the alter, fell on my knees and cried as I prayed. There was at least 2 maybe 3 people, there with their hands on my shoulder in a caring way, but I felt a release that flooded over me like a running firehose. I knew right then, that this Testimony that I have been carrying for 64 years with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, has been false, and demonized. Maybe Russell Nelson needs to come and take a few lessons, from the House of Prayer. 

Amazing ain't it? 

Keep it Wingz level, and Prop secured.

 

It really is about absolute Trust

 

One thing always is part of any armed incursion flight. It's called Trust. Trust in the fact your wyngperson, or persons, are there. Two they will watch over you as you watch after them, and act in accordance. It's called Trust, that the ground flight tech, has your craft performing at its prime ability. That all flyte sys's are operational and optimum. 

The friendships and brotherly duties are ones that you can't describe. It goes much deeper than any remotely famdamnly relationship. In the air if you can't Trust your squadron brethren, your done for without having to think about it. If there's no air or other cover, your a sitting goose, not the fearless Wolf or in our case Wolvez that your designation depicts. These kinds of things are what we look for in a new recruit for and of the WolfPack, as any auxiliaries appointees, or sign ups. Whether it's behind the mic, behind the console spinning hot wax and barking/howling, or recruiting honeies for nose art. If we can't depend on you, likewise you will not be allowed into anywhere, within or as a side, of the WolfPack. 

The WolfPack, 

 was formed out of a SAR unit, in 1988. Following such, The WolfPack, not only performs SAR, duty, but also low level recon, as well as ground hugging attack modes. The WolfPack, was originally part of the U.S. Navy, but was absorbed into the Marine Combat Squadron vertical corps. 

Today the WolfPack is one of two AVI ops that belongs to what we call the United Confederate States Marine Corps, and operates out of three regional squadron HQ's. 

Admission to the WolfPack is by invitation only, we pick you, you never pick us. Call the WolfPack, the M.C. of flight. The difference between us and a standard M.C. is: we fly, M.C.'s usually don't.

As the CXO of the WolfPack, I welcome all, but know who and what your wanting.
Duty is required, Loyalty is Absolute. 

Some days you get the bear, some days the bear gets you

 

Tiz what it is. Some days you get the bear, most days the bear gets you. The second lane of that is relatively similar. Most days you can't get it into second gear even if you double clutch it. 

Slept good overnight. It feels great that I rid myself of the abdominal Church. Look it's foundation gospel is as accurate as can be, thing is 80% of the denomination, has no clue on inclination to know what it all means. Let alone put into practice what is being beltched forwerd. They read scripture, but even then they clip most of what they want or need of it, without reading the entire chapter, verse, or even what they not know what is. Example, several years ago, I asked one of my Priesthood brethren( some dang brothers, knife you in the back when not looking. ) why little was mentioned in scripture, of the great Northern invasion of 1862 to 1872. Nope none, at least they couldn't tell me where.

It wasn't until one evening in Jerome, after settled down, that I happened upon part 87 of the D&C that explained it. What I do is read it all as a continuing novel, not just pick it apart. I read, ponder, consider, then keep on reading.

My Mama Wolf of all the things she taught me was how to read. Granted sometimes my spelling is way off, sometimes dead-on target, but I love to read. Problem with much of the scriptures its always in a small to extra small print, to where I can't see it all, without using reading glasses.  So, I get headaches from the one-eyed squint, that I have to read. Considering much of that reading is done off an Alcatel, Flip 3 flip phone that has the smallest if not thee smallest, screens in Cell tech. 

When my head hit the pillow, after catching some albeit swindled fuel, from that Dennis Wayne Transient Bishop, where I had heat, in ye ole General JaXson, and I was out like a shipyard dock lamp. 

Now SkuttleButt.

 The WolfPack has been coming under fire here lately from a ton and a half( 1/2 ) of manure that we don't relish, or that is not even close  to accurate. I focused on something on fB earlier, on why me? Why do I get pegged and perhaps its not just me, but seams 

as though every con artist, scammer, and airport runway hussy, targets me. Do they not examine the financial picture of me? Sure I own 3 multi million dollar aircrafts. All helicopters. But av turbine fuel is at , $7.00 per gallon, with a miles per at 800 miles distance, takes a ton of cash out of my stash. That's during the summer. Winter I'm pulling heavy haul rigs out of snow piles, in one of 4 tow trucks. ( sorry, had to sell two in trade for a Holmes 220,A and a Holmes 600R. ) At 12 miles per gallon, at $5.00 per gallon don't leave a heap amount of leftover cash scraps. So I ain't wealthy, at least by monetary standards. But what I do is honest, and as low a cost as possible. 

Of course there is the WolfPack itself. I have a eternal duty there with all of our membership. Many of which I flew with into and out of combat zones. My 6 was in their hands and vice versa. 80% of my responsibility is of and for the radio network. An exclusive network, of strategically located stations across the Union and around the world, keeping jarheaded rotorcraft aviators informed, and entertained. This is not the easy task that it would seam 

especially when it's not just putting together my programs, but hiring, firing, training, on air crews especially women. Why women? Simple there is a aviator, on a rack on a floating airport out in the Med, after long patrol/battle flights. Who could use the soothing sound of a soft, a little seductive motherly voice. Not just my burly raspy voice. That Duty is done out of brotherly love unlike no blood sibling you can imagine. That said, these are my friends, close friends. As such I'm doing the best I can with what I have to do with. But, I do it all on a volunteer basis. I don't make a single dollar on it. Or from the WolfPack. So if these hussies, think I'm rolling in green in my jeans, I have newez for them. Tain't so. 

So again, Why Me? 

Finally, as I circle and land, artwork for and of the WolfPack unies, and wearables is due 12-15-2023. I want our official things to jump out and bite. Not just be docile. So, get drawing.

The migration vacation, to S.U.U, in Cedar City, takes place the week of the 20 November 2023. Will depart in 4 flight pattern byrds, from Evanston Wyoming KVAW at 06:00 with an eta of 09:00. Bar-B-Que, complete with okra. 

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