Tuesday, October 25, 2016


My world came crashing down 45 minutes before our first budget meeting yesterday.  All of a sudden I did not have administrated rights to by desktop computer and could not log in.  I did have another user I could log in as so I had access to my hard drive but none of my applications.  My head was spinning. I world was crumbling.

This all came from WordPress issues a few days ago when I did not have administrated rights to some files I downloaded . . .even though I was logged in as administrator.  I was messing around and it SEEMS I entered a new password.

I don't know about you but I have 4 or 5 main passwords with different variations on the theme.  I tried every combination and none were working.  I googled the problem and as a last resort called Geek World who are REALLY good at just wiping your computer and starting over (seriously, what a useless group they are for problems, don't even bother calling them).

During a break in the budget meetings last night I did see there were a bunch of ways to get into my computer (not as hard as it seems I guess) but as I was driving home I remembered the slightly more unique password and my life got SO MUCH brighter.


And just so you know.  The Columbus voting machines are not hooked up to the internet so the Russians won't change your vote.  In fact when you vote this year we will have a new machine, The DS200 along with a new handicap accessible vote scanner/tabulator AND . . . . I VOTED stickers.

Make sure you ask for a sticker or I will catch some flak for wasting precious budget money on those stickers!   I hope they got forever stickers and not I VOTED 2016 stickers  :-) And thanks to Alderman Traxler for carrying the sticker torch after I got smacked down violently for asking for them.

OH - 300 people have voted already in Columbus.

In the race Clinton  has had her most steady lead since July with a 86.1% chance of winning after 20,000 electoral simulations and the Democrats have widened their Senate lead chances to a 73% chance of taking the Senate.

In the lawsuit race The Donald is winning 20 to 17.  He has 20 lawsuits against people and is being sued 17 times.  In his lifetime The Donald has had 4,095 lawsuits against him.


Fanduel / Poker

Elwood has finally realized that there is no RIGHT answer when playing Fanduel. He is a perfectionist which is a character flaw.  It's why he gave up golf and so many other things.  If he can not be perfect, why bother. If he does not win it must mean he is a loser.  Well, I felt if I could get him interested in fanduel his rainman style brain might have insights us mare mortals might not see.

The last three weeks have been wonderful and he even said that now he understands there is no RIGHT answer.  He is obsessing over it.  VICTORY!!!

He was a great online poker player (much better then I) because it was all math.  But he was always a bad beat away from losing his temper when he would do everything right and lose.  SO - he stopped playing the game.  Between the two of us we would play 10,000 hands of poker a week.  The two of us played 40 hours a week, 4 tables at once and 60 hands per hour per table . . . until the government put a stop to that and froze our assets overseas where we could not get to it . . .  WHICH was the exact time we were going to use those assets to build a house in Columbus**.

Little did I know we were moving into poker central in Columbus as a friend a few doors down plays in the World Series of Poker in  Las Vegas.  I would be HORRIBLE at brick and mortar poker - too many tells.  

ANYWAY - I only got on that tangent because the last vestige of poker went away as Bovada got out of the Poker business. Basically the last BIG online poker site for Americans.

** We were 2 weeks away from having to decide if we could move to Columbus or stay in Madison.  Our house on Anniversary Lane had been for sale for 8 months and the house in Columbus was almost built. We could not afford 2 houses.

Then a couple liked out Madison house but also liked another house. They could not decide so they literally had a coin flip.  We won.

Life as so many random events you can never see coming.


The Workshop now has a bunch of my postcards if you are looking and one would make a great Christmas card.  Only $1 each.

I can even put a happy Merry Christmas on them - Takes about 10 days if you want to order a bunch.  Just putting it out there.


A few nights ago I was driving to Pic-N-Save and there was heavy smoke.  But as I was investigating it was only farmers working the fields.  Would have been some GREAT photos but NOOOOOO  I did not have my camera and tripod.  It was something like this but way way cooler with still air.



As a child, no pets were allowed.  As an adult, my family has always had at least one pet on the premises, sometimes we’ve had several.  They’ve almost all been favorites while we had them.

Let me instead tell you of one that was not a favorite.

It was about 1960, and we were over populated with pets.  We had three cats, a dog, a canary, a turtle, and an aquarium of fish.  At that time a carnival came to Jones Park (Fort Atkinson), and a friend of my older son won a tiny yellow duckling in a brown paper bag.  Knowing he’d never be allowed to keep it, he handed the bag over to my younger, five-year-old son, saying “Here.  This is for you.”

Rod was enchanted.  He named it “Cracker” and brought it home with his face incandescent with joy.  Hey what would you have done?  We kept it.

Cracker rapidly outgrew his box in the kitchen, his cage on the porch, his pen in the backyard and the tolerance of his adoptive family.  He chased dogs, cats, visitors and the mailman out of the yard.  He harassed our children.  He pursued innocent and unsuspecting passers-by down the block and bit at the backs of their legs.  He was impossible, but what does one do with a full-grown Peking drake?  There were plenty of times we would have said “we could kill him” but we could never have done it.  Once he had been a cute little pet—

My husband knew a farmer named Dudzek, who said he would take him, and no, he wouldn’t serve him up for Sunday dinner.  We handed him over gladly and our only concern was that we’d probably get him back within a week.

We misjudged Cracker.  The farm was his natural element.  He took over a whole flock of sheep by pulling a few beakfulls if wool out of the ram, and when he wasn’t happily leading the flock--and keeping them properly together--he was an active and effective watch duck.  He often spent a lazy day riding around the back of a sheep, he learned to climb ladders, he helped herd the cows.

Eventually he went to the Jefferson County Fair and came home with a blue ribbon.

All of which we heard about in detail from his delighted new family, and which we found it easy to take pleasure and pride in, now that he lived several miles away.  After all, we had raised him.

--EV Melotte


One last thing about Elwood - Even I forget what it means to be REALLY poor.  A few weeks ago I gave him a cast off small skillet that was getting dinged up and losing it's Teflon.

Sunday he said - "that skillet has changed my eating it's so AWESOME". I guess all he had was a big skillet which is not good for his newest food find . . .eggs. "I can eat 3 or 4 perfect cooked eggs, they are so much better".   Eggs are so cheap, I can have 4 and it only costs me a dollar!!".

19 hours a week at $9 an hour you really have to look for ways to save.   Even I forget that being poor means it's better to walk 5 miles to work every day instead of spending money on a bus.


Good amount of cold rain coming the next few days!


Upstairs about City Hall.

Friday, October 21, 2016

How Mom Met Dad - EV Melotte

Well, at least we know that the Packers can beat a high school team. I shouldn't say that as there really are 10 teams worse the the Bears . . .but then again they are not using their back up back up QB.

Actually I believe at least short term Lacy going down helped the Packers start to think outside the box a little.  All I know is that the 2nd half of the game last night was one of the most entertaining halves I've seen is a while.


I've been obsessing on learning WordPress and Themes and and dealing with Hosts and cPanals and nobody can speak English when I have problems. It's been a nightmare. One of those learning experiences where you don't know what you don't know and cannot visualize what is supposed to be happening and the customer support is in India and named Fernando who SEEMS to work 24 hours a day and only answers half the question.  

This morning I try to log into my admin and I can't because there is no record of my email address so I can't reset the password.   sigh!    Come on - I was on the site all day yesterday!!!   I contact them this morning and tell them there is no record of my email address and they say "OK we will reset your password".   sigh



It all started on a Saturday evening in October 1945, at a dance.  I was there with a young man named Bill.  I was seventeen.  At about 9:00 o’clock, Bill said “Evie I’d like you to meet my cousin, Dev Melotte.”  I turned and saw my husband.  I’m not speaking of a decision made, or love at first sight, or anything romantic.  It was a prosaic recognition.   I recognized him as “my husband” exactly as I would have recognized him if we had been married for ever and he had just come back into the room.  I knew with absolute certainty that he would be my husband, and I was only surprised to find I was going to marry a man shorter than I was.

I said “Hi,” and he said “May I have this dance?” and from then on he monopolized me the whole evening.  He claimed every dance that I would allow and cut in on every other partner.  While we danced he did his best to convince me that Bill was a good friend, but no sort of man for a young girl like me to be alone with, so I should dump Bill and let Dev escort me safely home.  When we sat out a dance  Bill was on one side of me, Dev was on the other, and it was Dev’s arm across the back of my chair.  He talked steadily, demanding all of my attention with jokes, Air Force anecdotes, compliments, nonsense, and questions.  He bought me soft drinks and snacks.  He made a date with me for lunch the following day.  Sometime during the evening he slipped his car keys to a friend and asked him to drive his car back to Fort.  That, of course, left him stranded so he had to bum a ride home with Bill and me and on the way he talked Bill into taking me home first.  When Bill walked me to my door, Dev came along.

The next day he picked me up for lunch at 11:30.  At 2:00 he asked me to marry him.  I said, “Don’t be silly, we haven’t known each other for twenty-four hours yet!”  He said “Okay, I’ll wait.”

We spent all afternoon riding around the countryside, talking and laughing.  We sat on the grass in parks, talking and laughing.  We drank chocolate malts in a little ice cream parlor, talking and laughing.  I found I was hardly stuttering at all.  I was too busy trying to keep up with the rapid-fire changes of subject, and answering questions, and laughing and when I did stutter, it didn’t seem to bother him at all.  He seemed to feel it was a rather charming idiosyncrasy, like a French accent, or a Southern drawl.

We went to the Edgewater for a late supper.  As he was nursing a last cup of coffee and I was finishing my second dessert, he looked at his watch.  He said “It’s 9:00 o’clock.  We’ve known each other for twenty-four hours.  Will you marry me?”  I looked across the table at him for a moment.  I knew I was going to marry him.  Why not acknowledge it now?  I said, “yes.”

We agreed that we wouldn’t marry until he was discharged from the Air Force and I had graduated from High School, and we were both settled in jobs and had found a place to live.  We would have a very private church ceremony with our two best friends as attendants and only the three available parents as guests.

For two more days we were together from school let-out time until midnight.  Then he went back to his base in Biloxi, Mississippi and we wrote to each other daily.

Meanwhile, the situation at my home grew steadily more turbulent.  My brother and two half-brothers had discarded all civilized controls and were the talk of the town.  They were engaged in criminal activities and the police were sure of it but had no proof yet.  My mother was so mentally disturbed as to be almost non-functional.  To protect her son, she covered for all of them, and expected me to do the same.  The police had come to my classroom to pull me out for questioning; school had been unbearable for me after that, and I’d finally dropped out.

I told Dev in my letters that it was bad, but I didn’t tell him how bad.

Dev was discharged in February of 1946.  He dropped off his luggage at his home and came directly to mine.  He spent perhaps fifteen minutes taking in the situation and then piled me into the car and drove to the Jefferson County Courthouse to see how one went about marrying a minor.

Dev’s parents objected to our plans so strongly that they refused to attend the ceremony.  My grandfather forbade the marriage and when I refused he disowned me.  My mother didn’t care one way or the other, but felt that a wedding, particularly a church wedding, was inappropriate at that time, considering all the family problems.  She certainly wouldn’t have anything to do with it, and suggested that we should go out-of-state and be married by a Justice of the Peace.

In two and half weeks we had gotten the license, found jobs, located a one-room apartment and been married in the Methodist Church in Elkhorn.

I wore a suit-dress of light blue crepe.  It had a slim skirt and a peplumed jacked closed with about thirty tiny self-covered buttons and self-fabric loops.  It was a size 4 and I had to stuff an entire pair of stockings into the cups of my size 30 AA “training” bra to give me enough  shape to make the dress hang right.  I had a corsage of a white rose and baby’s breath.  The marriage was witnessed by our attendants.  There were no guests.

I was very calm until the minister said, “Evelyn, will you take this man…” when something in my brain exploded into blind panic.  (“Oh my God what am I doing, this is for life, I’m too young---.)”  I may have made some tiny move backward, or maybe Dev just sensed the panic.  We always did walk in and out of each other’s minds as if they were adjoining rooms.  Instantly, Dev’s hand clamped around my wrist, hard, and that steadied me.  The panic left as suddenly as it had come.  The minister was saying, “…as long as you both shall live?”  I looked at Dev, and I said “I will.”

I don’t remember anything else until we were standing outside man, and wife.

Many years later I found that the best man had told the maid of honor, “I give that marriage six months.”  She had replied, “you’re an optimist.  I give it no more than six weeks.”

It lasted until death did us part, thirty-nine years later.  It wasn’t always an easy marriage, but it was never, never dull.  Often I wished it were a little duller.  Sometimes I thought how pleasant it would be to be divorced and live out my remaining years in quiet, restful dullness.  But never, not for a moment, did I ever regret marrying him.


Reading the above for me was interesting.  My first date with DJ I knew instantly that she was the woman I would marry. Without a doubt, 100% sure of it.  I waited 1 year until I asked.

DJ and I were married in Las Vegas at The Little Chapel of the West.  I remember everything of that day. Record high temp, Eddie the Limo driver and his broken down limo (with no air conditioning).

We were staying at The Rio and I remember sitting there with my new wife in one of their bars thinking how surreal it was.  I even remember the bowl of mixed nuts on the table. What a waste of brain cells. I'm sure there are more important things I have forgotten yet I remember nuts?

Marrying DJ was the best gamble of my life and I have never ever regretted this bet (there are a few gambles I HAVE regretted* LOL)

* There is one horrific bad beat where DJ said I turned white and almost fainted.  Once a long time ago there was a Bear game.  I told DJ that all the Bears had to do was kneel down on the 20 yard line and win by 9 and a very very bad nightmare day would not be SO bad.

Instead of kneeling they ran the ball up the middle, fumbled and the other team picked the ball up, ran for 80 yards for a meaningless touchdown as time expired.  The Bears still won by 2 but me and my fellow team of wagerers were left gasping for air.  This was when I and The Goddess had a 1-900 service in Football America selling picks from my Bridgejumper system.  THAT was a weird time for sure. It involved a shark asking me if I wanted to move to Haiti and help him open a casino.

Haiti?  ummmmm   no.

But I digress.

Have a great weekend


Tuesday, October 18, 2016

My First Job - EV Melotte

Talked to Elwood for the first time yesterday since The Ride home.  Told him Madison had about an inch of rain and Columbus about 1/3 of an inch.  He was as unbelieving as I was.


Seems Columbus will have another brew pub.  Council (I got home at 10:45 last night) gave it's last "normal" Malt Beverage license to Dubs Brew which will go into Todd Frey's old building on 140 N. Dickason.


Bistro Racian is getting closer to opening in the old Mama Mia's place

Latest simulations for The Election have Clinton with a 88.6% chance of winning and The Senate a 73.8% chance of turning Democrat. Feingold has a 94% chance of winning in Wisconsin.  Of course now the Republicans say they will block ANYBODY Clinton chooses for Supreme Court.   sigh!


Netflix now has 86 million subscribers.  I started watching Narcos a chronicled look at the criminal exploits of Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar." on Netflix.  Sort of an eye opener on the 70s cocaine situation.


Alabama has a not completed Nuclear Power plant up for sale if anyone is interested. Maybe some evil scientist might consider it for experiments?  Only $36 million.        


My First Job - EV Melotte

I was always one of the first on the bus and almost always sat in the window seat, right side, second row back.  I could see the driver’s profile.  Morning and night, that whole summer, I never saw him change his deadpan expression.  I don’t think he liked his job much.

At Borgs I was given a hairnet to wear at all times, and warned that I was never to try to guess what top-secret item I was making, and never ever to talk about what I did.  Then I was seated at an assembly line, given a needle nose tweezers and shown how to place several minute and delicate wheels and cogs into what was obviously a tiny clockworks.  “Ah,” I thought.  “Timers for bombs.  Probably incendiary.”  I never talked about my job except to say I was on an assembly line.  “Oh,” people said, “Timers for incendiary bombs.”  So much for secrecy.

We all hated hairnets, but I put mine on as I entered the building, and didn’t take it off until I left it.  I was very obedient in those days.  Many of the younger women only put them on when the forewoman ordered them to, and pulled them off as soon as she walked away.  One day a young woman whose long beautiful hair I had much admired got her hair caught in the spinning shaft of her machine.  It was way across the big room from me, but we all heard the screams and saw the commotion over there.  I heard later that she’s lost a couple inches of her scalp.  I expect it was exaggerated, but I never saw her again.

It was on that assembly line that I first discovered that I was far-sighted.  By the end of each day we all had headaches, but everybody else was leaning nose down toward the belt to focus their eyes, while I was leaning way back at arm’s length trying to focus mine.

I earned sixty cents an hour that summer.  I seem to remember that my take-home pay was just about twenty-two dollars.  Each week I had gave my mother five dollars of that for room and board, gave the coal yard ten dollars of it to pay off the family’s much overdue coal bill, put five dollars away for school clothes and supplies, and had about two dollars left for wild spending.
I don’t remember enough about that job to know how I felt about it, but I know I felt a lot of satisfaction at earning my own money, even if I didn’t keep much of it.

wo dollars.  Each week I have my mother five dollars of that for room and board, gave the coal yard ten dollars of it to pay off the family’s much overdue coal bill, put five dollars away for school clothes and supplies, and had about two dollars left for wild spending.

I don’t remember enough about that job to know how I felt about it, but I know I felt a lot of satisfaction at earning my own money, even if I didn’t keep much of it.



The last 11 touring elephants from Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus kicked off their retirement in Florida on Friday with a buffet brunch of carrots, apples, celery, loaves of bread and lots of hay. (May 6)