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Unisex Restrooms & Gender

posted Feb 7, 2014, 7:52 AM by Judd Hadley

You need to join me in the "Wayback Machine" now as I take you to 1969 and a college student is applying for a job at a major manufacturer in a college town in Indiana. After name, date of birth, SSN, and other items with check box's there was a line that read "Sex" with check boxes for "Female", "Male", and "Other"..... As a smart ass flower child of the 60's I of course checked the box for "Other" then after completing the job application and looking it over I decided to go back and cross out the word "Other" and wrote in the word "Yes" I didn't get that job even though I was eminently qualified to sweep floors in their factory.





I can speculate that the form was done by a printing company and done with "hand typesetting" and someone re-used some preformed type that included the word "Other" as a choice for 'Sex'. No photo-typesetting, no instant editing, no copy machines. I always wondered why they never had the forms reprinted or if it was a ploy by the company to see how many people would actually check the "Other" box? Also wondered if that was the reason I didn't get the job? LOL

My first encounter with a large public venue unisex restroom for persons of any gender (identity) was an awakening. My plane landed at Narita Airport and we had been trapped in our seats for an hour as we circled the airport waiting to land. JAL had provided copious amounts of various refreshments (free in those days) of which I had partaken with great lust. On landing there was a great urgency to find a restroom. But alas, the first one I came to a woman enetered ahead of me and as an ignorant American I of course assumed it was the Women's facility and proceeded to look for the Mens facility. After walking past several other doors that seemed to be restrooms (I couldn't tell because the signage was not "international") I saw a man go through a passage with no door only to discover it was the "showers" .... my urgency was increasing .... in desperation I stopped a man whom I thought might be able to direct me only to discover he only spoke German.... LOL. The only words that came to mind was "Hermanos" and "WC" ... (Spanish and British) The gentleman laughed and pointed to the passage I had earlier decided was the Womens facility and as I looked a Gentleman went through that passage. As I walked in there were men and women inside all using the same facility. At that point the urgency was great enough I didn't care ..... I had to go... now.... after some much needed relief there was a moment of "what the H*** is going on".....  I traveled the world for years after that and of course discovered only in the US is the concept of separation of the sexes the norm. I also discovered that "free public restrooms" are a luxury not afforded in many countries. It's the "pay as you go" plan and make sure you do your business before checking out of your hotel.

In the 1800's in the USA there were thousands of one room school houses built with the proverbial 'Facility' out in back with a moon cut in the door. Just a 3 foot square wood shed over a hole in the ground that all genders used. By the 1920's when my Mother attended the 26th Street school in Marion, Indiana there was still the outhouse but by that time people were more civil and there was one each for "Boys" and "Girls".

Last year on my drive back to California I camped in a recently upgraded US Forest Service campground that had a "two-holer" outhouse and one side marked for Men and the other for Women. I had to laugh as I was the only person camped there and this particular location was some 14 miles down a narrow one lane sand and gravel road and I doubt if anyone really cared. Each side was identical a simple concrete slab over a pit with one stool over each hole..... Each side identical. So why mark them "Men" and "Women"? Or why mark them at all ?? If you are in a primitive campground and there is a small square brown building with a shed type roof and a black pipe sticking out of the roof can't it be safely assumed this a restroom?? Same goes for all the porta potties in use all over the world.... isn't the fact that it looks like porta-pottie, smells like a porta-pottie, enough to let people know what it is without a sign on the door? Is it nescessary to have a sign on the door to inform people that a particular porta-pottie is gender neutral?

So I did some research and discovered many Americans are really adamant on separate facilities. Something in our culture has us conditioned that men and women not only 'need' but 'demand' separate facilities. I think back to my friends who came from large family's and all members had to use the one bathroom at the same time in the mornings when everyone had to get ready for school, work, and the day ahead..... gender be damned. Also on a visit back to my University in the 1970's I was fascinated to discover a woman in the "Mens" room dressed in only a towel. How things had changed in the 10 years since I was there. Why are we such prude's?

So I guess I am alone in my thinking.... 'gender really doesn't matter'. Of course I was a part of the Summer of Love in the 1960's and my open mindedness comes in part from exposure to time spent living briefly in a couple of communes. Restrooms are sometimes referred to as "nescessary rooms" and as I have discovered in my increasing years the line between 'nescessary' and 'urgent' becomes more blurred. So after all is said and done.... Do I even remotely care whom I share the toilet facilities with? male, female, or 'other'?... not even a little bit.....

12 Ga

posted Nov 30, 2013, 7:06 PM by Judd Hadley   [ updated Nov 30, 2013, 7:08 PM ]

As I was driving back from Indiana to California last spring I saw a sign on a farmers fence in Kansas that read " Keep Out ---- Protected by 12 Ga"  At first it didn't hit me, the sign meant of course 12 gauge as in shotgun.... !!  LOL       I immediately flashed back on.........

  " The watermelons are good..... just hav-ta watch out fer the gunpowder and rock salt... "   

In Tennessee circa the late 70's I was in Bledsoe Creek boat launch on Old Hickory Lake near Gallatin TN and an older guy in "Bibs" (bib overhauls) was fishing with a cane pole from the shore. He had a fish stringer tied to a large rock with a heavy burlap bag in the water. As I was standing there watching he caught a fair size fish and took it off the hook and pulled the burlap bag from the water. He then opened the bag, took out a watermelon and put in the fish. Wishing to strike up a conversation I asked if he planned to cook the fish to go with watermelon. As he put the bag with his catch back in the water he replied "Nah.... I got the watermelon here for my lunch and fish are only good for cat food. Wishing to continue the conversation I asked " So how are the watermelons this year?" He replied "The watermelons are good.... just hav-ta watch out fer the gunpowder and rock salt..."




I read on I'net about using rock salt as a non-lethal weapon and came across the below:

"a"-"salt"-"weapon"   not to be confused with (assault weapon) :-)


"One Light at a Time" ~ Intro

posted Nov 30, 2013, 6:32 PM by Judd Hadley   [ updated Nov 30, 2013, 7:00 PM ]

Written November 23rd, 2013

As the Warsaw Poland conference on global warming draws to a close today, I am reminded that there is only one solution to the problem, "Think Globally, Act Locally". I am taken back in time to the 1950's when the incandescent bulb was king and most all of our parents (Great Depression era children) would scream "If your not in the room...... turn off the light..." Their concern, of course, was the bill from the electric company but their effort could be part of the solution to today's problem.

In particular I had a friend who lived in "Prairie Homes", and yes,.... it was a tract of 'Ranch Style' houses. His name was Pat H. and His father Harry H. was one of the ultra conservative Americans who subscribed to the theory 'waste not, want not'. My friend Pat was an avid reader. If he was awake there was a book of some type in his hands. While visiting one day in the winter, it was cloudy and overcast, we were in Pat's room and after a game of chess he was reading a book and I a scout manual. There was 3 lights on in the room, ceiling, desk, and bedside. When Harry (Pat's dad) came home from work we received a lecture on the outrageous cost of electricity.... and how it was only necessary to have one light on to read by.... and to turn off the 'damn' lights! Oh my god! he used the 4 letter word. I was in shock. Because of the severity of his lecture and the use of the 4 letter word, it made an impression on me (remember, it was the 1950's).

As I pondered the chastising my friend Pat received, I of course went home thinking about how a photocell could be used to turn off a light when a second one came on or if sunlight was adequate to have the first bulb off. Since in the 1950's photocell technology was very expensive it was rarely used to control lighting. Even the streetlights in my home town ran from a timer and not a photocell. By the early 60's the cost had dropped and I even remember the streetlights came on during those dark and dreary winter days in Indiana when the sun hid behind a shroud. I never carried this to the next stage of actually trying to develop an automated system using a photocell, but the idea was planted.

So fast forward with me to 10 years ago and a camping trip in the High Desert and the chance encounter with a man named Charly who would push my brain into a new way of looking at "only one light at a time". Out of necessity, I designed an electrical circuit that would only allow him one light to operate at any given time in his home. The story is complex and possibly of little interest to most but following is 'Charly's Story'... I have 2 parts, one is his biographical and the next is the technical details of "One Light at a Time". So for those of you reading this who are not interested in the 'Why?' just skip to the 'Technical Details' for the 'How'. I can only imagine if Pat's dad had thought of this in the 50's a scolding could have been avoided.

Charly's Story............                                             Click Here: Charly's Story ~ One Light at a Time

"One Light at a Time" ~ Technical Details......            Click here: One Light at a Time ~ Technical

I started this writing several years ago but only in the last few weeks have I had the inspiration to finish it up.

Charly's Story ~ One Light at a Time

posted Nov 29, 2013, 3:35 PM by Judd Hadley   [ updated Dec 1, 2013, 9:04 AM ]

Charly Johnson..... Bio Stats

Had a 9th grade education and read voraciously.... not many subjects he didn't have some knowledge of.

He was 15 in 1943... Born  1928.

Died summer of 2009 aged 81, at the Cal Vet home.

Retired late 1970's on disability.

Shot in knee 196? aged early 30's by another drunken sailor. Resulted in a severe limp

Married a long beach bartender 1968 (age 40) "Peggy" about 10 years older than him (she was in her early 50's.... she died about 2003 and was in her late 80's They never had any kids.

His earliest recollections in life was his drunken father beating his mother...

Grew up on a farm in Southern Minnesota. (his story, though I suspect he was a city kid)

Remembered the Great Depression and no shoes.

Hated snow!

Ran away from home ....  left on a freight train and headed west in winter of '43.... Arrived San Pedro, CA and lived on streets doing odd jobs till he lied about his age and got on a ship as a Cabin Boy.

Cleaned sailors bunk room, head, helped the cook and did dishes, washed clothes,  did whatever the captain wanted.

Lied about his age again and joined the merchant marines.

Worked ships between pacific islands and LA till 1947.... then Panama Canal and South America till he retired (disability) as Third Mate (1970's)

Moved to the Mojave Desert with his wife Peg and bought a small 4 room homestead cabin.

Had lost his drivers license and hitchhiked everywhere (or walked) by the time I met him. Everyone knew him and would stop and give him a ride wherever he needed to go.

I met him in summer 2004 when I picked him up hitchhiking. A very grizzled, tired, old man with a severe limp and macular degeneration, but strong as an OX. His face had several deep scars he said were from steel cables that snapped while securing deck freight when he was in the Merchant Marines.

In 2005 he got a new steel knee compliments of VA.

Neighbors remember him as the guy who was always there to help.... cut firewood, clear brush, paint an outbuilding, help pull a well, watch the kids till the parents got home from work.... feed the dog and pick up the mail if you were gone.... and haul away your trash back when he could drive.....

We were sitting outside one afternoon when 2 young men in dark pants and white shirts with name tags drove up and began a short conversation with Charly and eventually ended with one of them asking him if he feared God.... Charly said no, he didn't fear god at all since he knew him quite well. He then paused and added, I only fear 'rattlesnakes, drunken sailors, and religious zealots'..... they got back in their car and drove away. Charly's bad knee was from being shot by a drunken sailor. He had gotten bitten by a rattlesnake some years before. But I'm not sure why he feared religious zealots.....

He would often say..... I consider myself an experienced judge of 'fine wines and fast women'... 'neither of which should cost more than 2 bucks'...... when women or children were present he would modify the expression and say .... an 'expert on fine wine and haircuts'... 'neither of which should cost more than 2 bucks'.

No one could mention any seaport anywhere in the world without Charly piping in.... yeah, I remember when I was there in 19XX...... and then some story about the location.

His 3 great pleasures were wine, reading, and his radio. He tended to listen to talk radio and classical music but would read almost any book that came his way... from trashy romance novels to owners manuals.

Though he didn't drive when I met him, the last three cars he did drive were behind the house.... a 60's ford pickup, an 80's dodge sedan, and his last car an early 70's ford ltd with no paint left.... the sun and sand had scraped it to bare metal. None of them ran and the tires were all flat and drifting sand had begun to almost completely cover the dodge.

His house (Shack) were last painted probably 20 yrs past. There was a lot of bare sandblasted wood showing. He had hit and knocked loose the front most post on the carport so the roof dipped about a foot lower at that corner. The carport had a "roll roof" which was ripped and pieces of it had blown away exposing a layer of older roll roofing of a different color underneath.... it leaked during the infrequent rains. And Yes..... it was a "Shack".

Story:

In September of 2005 he got the VA doctors to give him a new knee. This required he go to San Diego to the Naval Hospital for the surgery. Then on to a nursing home to recover and physical rehab since he had lost his wife and lived by himself. I had only known him for a year but had given him my phone # and he called me to ask if I would pick him up in San Diego when he got released in a week. I barely knew him but agreed as he sounded quite desperate. This was an all day ordeal as San Diego is 5 Hours from where I live and then 6 hours from there back to Charly's house.

When we arrived at his house there was plywood covering the front windows and the insides had been ransacked plus there was a 10 foot tall pile of scrap lumber in the front yard. Someone had nailed all the doors shut. So I called the sheriffs office on my cell phone and was informed one of the neighbors had reported the vandalism and burglary but no one knew how to contact Charly. Seems he had told the neighbors he would only be gone a few days and when he didn't return they didn't know what had happened to him.

I then called the closest neighbor who immediately came over and offered to help clean things up. We pried the front door open and the smell of ammonia almost knocked us down. Yes they had also shot his refrigerator and the coils inside had been punctured.

So I need to fill you in on his utilities.... when he bought the place in the 1980's it had a propane stove, propane water heater, and a propane refrigerator. Whomever shot out all the windows had managed to shoot through the coils in the propane fridge (which used ammonia as the coolant). They also shot about about 30 holes in his above ground 2,500 gallon water tank and most of the windows out of the three abandoned vehicles behind the house. The house had 4 white porcelain light fixtures (with pull chains) at the center of each room. (house was kitchen, living room, bedroom, bathroom) originally there was a shallow well on the property but it had gone dry after the 1992 Landers Earthquake. The water table in that area dropped some 20-30 feet and many wells went dry. So Charly & Peg (his wife) had opted to get a storage tank and small pressure pump which was cheaper than having a new well drilled. Though having water delivered every 2 weeks was expensive.... they just didn't have the 4 thousand dollars at the time to have the new well drilled. There was 2... count em... 2... electric outlets. one in the kitchen and one in the living room. An extension cord hung from an adapter in the bathroom ceiling light then ran over to a hook in the wall by the sink for Charly's electric razor. and that was it...... One additional electric circuit ran to a swamp cooler at the rear of the house and then to a small pump to pressurize his water. All of the wiring in the house was exposed (stapled to the walls and ceiling) circa the '50s. His heat was from a wood burning cast iron stove in the living room and when it was really cold he would light the oven in the kitchen for a couple of hours in the mornings to "warm it up".

After the arrival of the closest neighbor and the plywood had been removed from the front windows, all the other windows and doors were opened and we tried to turn on the swamp cooler to bring fresh air into the house. But.... no electric power... I went out back to the power meter and fuse box to find the power meter was gone..... Just an orange cover plate and a tag from the electric company..... Stating..... "Your service has been disconnected for non-payment, Please Call........ When I showed the tag to Charly he said.... "Yeah, I guess I forgot to pay it". It was at that moment Charly noticed the Drop wires from the Power line to a secondary pole to his house were gone. When they shut off his power they also had removed the supply lines. Both the 100' drop to the secondary pole and the 50' drop from there to Charly's house. This was one of the old three separate wire type service. Not like the twisted cable they use now.

Thus began an odyssey with the San Bernardino County Building Department and The Electric Company. It was getting dark and too late to call the Electric Company and Charly was offered a place to stay the night at a neighbors but he declined and drug his mattress outside to the carport where he spent the night. I left him my camping lantern and a he had several flashlights and was able to fix some canned soup on his propane stove. We discovered the small mountain of scrap lumber in front of the house was a "gift" from a neighbor for Charly to use as firewood. Sure looked like a pile of trash to me.

He had no phone service so the next morning a neighbor loaned Charly his cell phone and he called the Electric Company who informed him there would be a $90 reconnection fee and $120 in back bills + a $50 security deposit to get the power turned back on. No problem. Charly had the money in his checking account. I had arrived back at his house by then and drove Charly to the utility office where he paid the bill and was informed his service would be turned back on later in the day.

When we got back to his house several more neighbors were there and the small mountain of scrap lumber in the front yard had been moved to the back of the house and a generator was running to operate fans to air out the house and get rid of the ammonia smell. The defunct refrigerator and its rotting contents were outside and all the padded upholstered furniture was on the carport "airing out". While the neighbors cleaned his house I gathered up all the clothes, blankets, towels etc and headed for the laundromat in town to get them washed and dried.

When I returned Charly told me the Electric Company had come and refused to turn back on his service because the secondary pole did not have adequate clearance over the road and it would have to be replaced.... costs?? $1,400. Seems the service was fine from 1952 till 2005 but wasn't now tall enough. There was nothing they could do about it till the pole was replaced. Since this was private property there would have to be a permit and utility right of way established before the service could be reconnected. This meant several hundreds of dollars additional in permit fees from the county. They utility company also informed Charly they could not re-install the power lines until the old 1950's fuse box was replaced by a "Breaker Panel with Integral Meter Base". And just to make things worse the Meter Location would have to be moved to the front of the house and a steel mast installed.

As it was getting dark I jury rigged a CFL bulb and a very old 40 Watt inverter I had with me to provide one working light. A neighbor brought a fully charged AGM marine battery. We connected it all up and a place for Charly to stay was proffered but he again declined and spent several more nights on the carport. Several neighbors brought food and helped with the cleanup over the next few days. I asked several neighbors if they would help out with all the electrical upgrades if I provided the tools and we could find used or free supplies. They of course agreed and even offered to help out on the financial side if things had to be purchased. I had by now figured out this was going to be a long term project.

I went back out to the Mojave a few days later and started the task to get some temporary power for Charly and begin the dealings with San Bernardino County building department so a material list could be drawn up and the job of removing the old wiring could start. In the meantime Charly needed new windows (4 of them) (remember they were shot out) and as we were talking about how to either repair or replace them one of the neighbors whom anybody barely knew instantly offered to buy Charly new replacements. Also, he and his two sons would help install them. Hmnn, that's interesting. Why would he do that? And then it hit me. It was possibly his two teenage sons may have been the culprits that vandalized Charly's house! I had seen them with 22 rifles walking on the road several months before. So I won't make any accusations, but it was interesting nevertheless.

I measured for the  4 windows to be replaced and went with the neighbor who purchased them at a local "big box" store. With help from many volunteers they were installed in the next two days and we repaired the broken locks on the doors and once again the house was secure. They next day I finished phase one of the temporary wiring to restore lights and helped Charly paint two rooms inside the house. His furniture was moved back in and life was returning to normal for him...... just no electric service. The big issues were no refrigerator, no running water, and no lights. I removed enough of the wiring inside to connect the old 40 watt inverter with the borrowed battery and as long as only one light was turned on.... it all worked. (See One Light at a Time technical  Click here: One Light at a Time ~ Technical     )

It was a week before I got back out to Charly's place and a Good Samaritan found a used gas refrigerator in an old RV at an auto salvage yard and had it installed and working. It had been determined that the water tank was not repairable and Charly hired the company that delivered his water to install a used one which Charly was to pay for monthly. He had to carry his water from the tank to the house for now but he had a source of water. Once the electric was back on it would be easy to reconnect the pressure pump and return the water system to it's original condition. I had a plan to help with the Lights and put small neon lamps by each switch making it easier for him to locate them (phase 2   Link  Click here: One Light at a Time ~ Technical  ).  Charly and myself drove to the County Building Department and started what would be a very difficult path to having his power turned back on. The permit fee was paid and an appointment setup for a couple of days later to have an initial inspection by the County which would give us the details of what would have to be done. When we got back to Charly's house the two teenage boys mentioned earlier were there cutting weeds in the yard and raking. I found out that any day there was no school the 2 of them were to work 3 hours at Charly's.... by order of their father. They did work hard the times when they were there and rarely complained even when I found disgusting, hard, jobs for them.

I drove back up to the high desert 2 days later and met the building inspector who turned out to be a nice guy. He helped me make a list of changes/upgrades and said we could reuse the existing secondary power pole if we filed for an exemption with the county planning commission. He said he would write a letter to recommend approval be given for the existing pole..... saving us $1,400! Great News! But, there was a caveat ..... it takes a month to get this approval! So back ten and punt since we weren't going to get all the work needed done for a couple of weeks anyway why not wait and go through the planning commission and save the money. Of course it took the planning commission 2 months to do the paperwork but they did finally approve re-use of the existing right of way and pole. Then it took the electric utility engineer 2 more weeks to figure out that we had approval and finally sign off for the installation.

It was during this period I hit on the idea of a lighting system to require one light being on anytime the inverter was running. My circuit would also never allow more than one at a time to be illuminated. Since there were only 4 lights in the house and 4 switch locations I devised a setup that proved to be a perfect match to Charly's lifestyle. After I finished phase three setup he got used to it and wanted me to leave it as the permanent solution. Of course it was stapled on the outside of walls and ceiling and was not code but I did leave it until the new meter box was wired and the power from the utility restored. The 80 amp hour battery had to be recharged every 3 to 4 days and the closest neighbor would pick it up in the morning, recharge it, and drop it off after work a couple of days a week.(which he did for 3 months) I may someday write the story of the Deadman Switch I designed and built for Charly at that time. While we waited for the county to approve his variance I did a final re-work of his temporary battery lighting system (phase 3 Link  Click here: One Light at a Time ~ Technical  )

Since I had not yet paid for any major projects on Charly's house I bought new plywood sheeting and roll roof for his carport. Over the 4 day Thanksgiving Holiday I had the help of the 2 teenage boys and the three of us removed and re-roofed the carport. I worked those two boys hard playing the role of the tyrant boss. However, I did give them a few carpentry lessons using only hand tools (remember, no power). They learned how sticky tar is and how heavy lumber is when carrying it up a step ladder to place on a roof. They also learned how much work it is to undo damage created by some mindless vandals...... enough said.   BTW the two of them and their parents moved out of the area shortly after without letting anyone know they were leaving.

I was by then camping in Charly's yard in my tent and working almost full time on all the little projects and repairs he needed. I found a large amount of the material for the electric upgrade on Craigslist and by careful shopping managed to keep the final bill at $700. The neighbors pitched in some and I managed to sell one of the abandoned vehicles behind the house and pitched in $80 and all was paid for. The problem with re-wiring a 1950's era house is the almost impossible task of putting the wiring inside the walls and ceiling. The original frame was not conventional studs but done with dimension lumber..... meaning big beams 4 feet apart and cross beams on top. The roof was a shed type so there was no attic or crawl space above the ceiling. The floor was a concrete slab so no wires could go under the floor. Running each set of wires was a real pain and I usually spent more time patching holes than I did in running wires.  I did mess up a couple of places and had to have a second final inspection from the county but within another week it was done.

I spent a lot of time up there with Charly during that period and found him a unique and interesting person. We became very good friends. Not much bothered him but he was growing more isolated and very lonely by himself, not able to drive and many miles to the nearest shopping. He had obviously endeared himself to all the neighbors and had lived there for many years before most of them moved to the area. They would always give him a ride and drop by to offer help. Some came by every other day or so and always brought food, clothes, or reading materials.

And so with chilly nights and Christmas lights beginning to appear everywhere, the day we had all waited for arrived and the power company came with an installation crew. Within a couple of hours Charly was back on the electric grid. A day for celebration...... He could now have all the lights on if he wanted and after the re-wire there were 15 outlets in his house. His water pump was reconnected and the water heater turned back on. So life didn't get much better as far as he was concerned.

I didn't get back up to see him for a month or so and when I arrived found he had actually painted 2 sides of his house..... the 2 sides visible from the road..... over the next year he always said he was going to "finish up the painting outside" so that everything was "ship-shape". Of course he never quite got around to finishing the job.

I was gone all the next summer on a trip and when I dropped in on Charly I could tell he was having some problems. I had brought him several bottles of his favorite wine and he was very grateful. After sitting for a few hours and sharing a glass of wine he finally confided in me the VA had told him he had lung cancer. It was his decision to not do a radical treatment routine but to let it run its course. He said when things got bad towards the end he would check himself into the Cal Vet home and let them take care of him. He asked me to not tell any of the neighbors because he didn't want them to worry about him. He asked me to take some photos and mementos he had saved to mail to his brother in law. He told me the VA would take care of his final arrangements (burial at sea) and he was leaving the house and land to his buddy he served in the Merchant Marines with. He then said " now lets change the subject and talk about something else"...... As I was leaving that night he asked me to not bring up the subject of his health again, and I never did. He lived 3 more years but he spent most of his last year in the Cal Vet home in Northern CA.

I made several trips up to visit Charly in the next 2 years and there was always a new story to tell. Always some news about the various neighbors whom I had gotten to know since I met him. Weather permitting, we spent a lot of hours on those old kitchen chairs on the carport sharing a glass of wine and discovering just how evil a sailor can be to his superior officers. If even a small fraction of Charly's stories were true I have to wonder how any freight ever gets shipped on the oceans of the world. I also found it fascinating that a man who spent over twenty years of his life on the high seas could be so content in the Mojave Desert.  We never again discussed his health but the deterioration gradually became more obvious. Towards the end he had Hospice nurses visiting several times a week and there were prescription bottles all over the house. 

On a trip up to visit him in the fall of 2008 I found his house empty and a for sale sign. I went to the neighbors house and was told he had gone to the Cal Vet home and his house was being sold to pay his bills. He had a social worker and they gave me the name and phone #. It had been a couple of months since my last visit as I had been on a long driving/camping trip to the Pacific Northwest. I was mad at myself for not having made the effort to get out for a visit before I left. I called his social worker and got the name of the home where Charly had been sent. I called and he had a phone in the room, but our conversation was short and he was having a difficult time breathing and was obviously on heavy medication to relieve his pain. I called more times in next several months but he never improved and finally was no longer able to take my calls.

I left the next spring (2009) to work in Alaska for the summer. I got my mail forwarded once a month and mid summer there was a letter from the VA informing me Charly Johnson had passed away and giving the date and time of his memorial service. In the letter was a note from Charly that he had asked to be sent to me upon his death. He thanked me for all I had done for him and all the good times we shared on has "porch" (carport). He said my "one light at a time" would be the highlight of my career (I hope he was joking). Even in his delirium he remembered the primitive setup we had to get him temporary lighting. He closed his note with "....and we'll meet again on the high seas..."  The handwriting was not in his script but he had obviously signed it himself with very shaky hands. 

RIP Charly......

It has taken me 2 years to write this but I wanted to tell Charly's story from my point of view. It's now Dec. 2013.... I drove by Charly's place last week just to see what was going on. His house, carport, water tank, propane tank and abandoned cars are all gone. The desert sands have begun to fill in the scars we leave when we build on mother earth. A few piles of old lumber, some trash, a concrete slab, and not much else. You have to wonder who owns it/? who lived there? what was their life like? and why oh why would anyone want to live that far out in the middle of 'nowhere'? I can't speak for Charly but I know why I love the Mojave so much. The solitude, crisp clear nights, starry skies, sunrise over the mountains, sunny dry days and low humidity. I may have my roots in the Midwest but know my heart is definitely in the Mojave.

I got a bottle of the cheap wine Charly liked so much and went back the next afternoon as the sun was getting low in the sky. I took the folding camp chair I carry in my truck and sat on the concrete slab that was once Charly's carport. (he always called it his porch) . I sipped a small glass and consecrated the ground with the rest of the bottle in his memory. For awhile, I relived the stories he told, if only in my mind. The sun was warm on my skin but as it got lower in the sky the evening breeze picked up and chill of desert night was in the air. As I drove the hour back to the low desert I was listening to our oldie-goldie radio station and what should they play but..... "A Horse With No Name" by America circa the 70's. Part of the lyrics are:

"On the first part of the journey,
I was looking at all the life.
There were plants and birds. and rocks and things,
There was sand and hills and rings.
The first thing I met, was a fly with a buzz,
And the sky, with no clouds.
The heat was hot, and the ground was dry,
But the air was full of sound.

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name,
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name,
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain.
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la......."



Second Part ~ Technical Details





One Light at a Time ~ Technical

posted Nov 29, 2013, 1:42 PM by Judd Hadley   [ updated Nov 29, 2013, 2:38 PM ]

So...., before I get feedback about a house with 2 people and only one light on.... first person able to see and second stumbling around in the dark.... I disclose this was done for a house occupied by one person. Since one person can only be in 1 location at a given time, one light is all that is needed. Also, this was done as an emergency measure to enable use of an off-grid power source that was undersized and temporary.



This project proceeded in 3 phases. In phase one I used the existing lighting circuit (110v AC) and a small 40 watt inverter able to run a single 23 watt CFL lamp. After connecting to a 80 amp hour 12v battery specific instructions were given that only one light was able to be used at a given time.. So you have to turn off the light you are using and navigate via flashlight to turn on the next light.... Not convenient but do-able. Of course my directions were not followed two lights were turned on at once and the 40 watt inverter immediately went into reset mode. Charly would then stumble back to the inverter and reset it and then go turn on the light he wanted to use. This was not convenient but remember this was to be temporary for just a few days.



After a week and a another trip to the high desert, Charly was very disappointed with having to turn off the light he was using and then find the switch for the next light in another room.... He also left the inverter on all the time when no lights were in use..... wasting precious battery power. So I put a small NE-2 bulb and resistor in parallel with each switch in his house. He could then tell if the inverter was running from any room. Also, the light switches were easy to find in the dark. But old habits are hard to break and he would often forget that only one light at a time can be used and he would move to another room leaving the light on and then turning on another, the 12V. inverter would trip off and all the lights and neons go dark.... It was then we learned he was going to be required by the county to completely rewire his house and install a new breaker panel in a new location. Which he did not have the money to do at the time. A better long term solution was needed.



So in phase three I came up with a couple of ideas. My first thought was to make a custom light switch activated by a card or peg in a hole and only have one available. This would require turning off the light in one room and using the same card to turn on the light in the next room. Then I struck on an idea. If I used three way switches I could connect them so only one light at a time would have power. Also one of the four lights in the house would be on any time the inverter was turned on..... so at bedtime you are forced turn off the inverter to turn off all the lights, thus saving battery power. It would be a win win but require some more wires to be temporarily stapled to the walls. I had by now figured out it might be a month or more before the utility power was back on. As it turned out, it was several months before utility power was restored.

I had a large amount of 14 gauge wire from a warehouse lighting system I removed. A couple of thousand feet of wire and some plastic handy boxes from the same project. I purchased Qty 3 three way switches and did a mock up to make sure it all worked.I re-used one of the regular wall switches on the 12 volt side to turn power on/off to the inverter.



Now lets do a walk thru. Looking at the floor plan below, there are 4 lights ceiling mounted in the 4 rooms. Each ceiling light has a 23 watt CFL bulb in it. They are controlled from 4 switch locations. S-1 is by the front door which controls the 12 volt supply to the 40 watt inverter. Anytime the inverter is turned on one ceiling light in the house will be illuminated. So S-1 is the main power switch and at bedtime is turned off and a flashlight is needed to get to the bedroom. The battery and Inverter sat on the floor just inside the front door under the wall switch S-1.

S-2 is between the living room and the kitchen. In one position the light in the living room is on and in the opposite position the kitchen light is on. So as you pass from the living room to kitchen the switch is right there to illuminate your way.

S-3 is on the wall by the door to the bedroom from the kitchen. It decides whether you want lights in the Bed/Bath or Living/Kitchen. S-3 basically decides if the front half or back half of the house will have the one light on.

And finally S-4 is for the bathroom light. It is mounted on the wall by the bathroom door and turns on either the bedroom light or the bathroom light. Originally the bathroom light was a pull chain and had never had a wall switch. I just removed the pull chain from the porcelain socket in the 'ON' position.

There are shortcomings to this system. As I mentioned before a flashlight is needed at bedtime to navigate back to the bedroom. Also, if you turn on S-1 (main 12v switch) and S-3 is in the Bed/Bath position you will enter the living room in the dark. I later got a couple of stick on battery operated light fixtures at the 99 cent store and put by the front door and in the bedroom as Charly had problems finding things sometimes, his flashlight being one of them.

So did this work?? Yes, but only for a small house, on an emergency basis, and only for a couple of months. I eventually got all the material (with the help of neighbors) to rewire Charly's house to code, passed inspection, and got the utility power re-connected.




Dust Bowl Gypsy at the Roadkill Cafe

posted May 28, 2013, 8:58 AM by Judd Hadley


March 29, 2013

  Soooooo..... Friends help Friends. I have just returned from 2 weeks in Santa Fe NM
  where I helped friends from Chicago clean out a house. Lovingly packing up 90+ years
  of memories and various household items to be distributed to various people around
  the US.


          "Dust Bowl Gypsy at the Roadkill Cafe"

Gypsy at the Roadkill Cafe
You have a lot of time to think and sort things out in your mind on long drives cross country, perhaps no one knows this better than me. As the immigrants of the dust bowl passed along the "long ribbon of asphalt" to the promised land of California they drove the venerable Route 66. My drive home followed their route and perhaps they too stopped at the "Roadkill" (Segilman, AZ) or more likely at "Roy's Cafe" in Amboy, CA (it was the only stop for a 90 mile stretch). As I contemplated the 80 degree temps of home, the dust of Septic Systems and 19 degree mornings in Santa Fe shook from my slightly weary body..... Home to my Spa and the reward at the end of the day (Two Buck Chuck).......
At Roy's Cafe in Amboy, CA

Even the Cab was Full!


HOBO!

posted Mar 29, 2013, 10:35 AM by Judd Hadley


Feb. 23, 2013

HOBO ! So what's in a word
? According to Wikipedia.... " A hobo is a migratory worker or homeless vagabond, especially one who is penniless. The term originated in the Western—probably Northwestern—United States during the last decade of the 19th century. Unlike "tramps", who work only when they are forced to, and "bums", who do not work at all, "hobos" are workers who wander. "

As I drove back home from Sebring FL to the Mojave Desert in Southern CA earlier this month, I contemplated how comfortable I had become living out of the back of my Ford Ranger and camping along the way. I remember a chance meeting in a British Columbia campground in the spring of 2005 when 2 middle age men came in late one evening driving an early 70's Plymouth Fury. They set up camp, cooked over a wood fire, and seemed to not have a care in the world. They liked to call themselves "Hobo's" as they did odd jobs to provide sustenance and dumpster diving to provide the rest of life's necessities. They waited until the Park Ranger did his evening rounds before setting up camp to avoid paying the nightly fee..... they left at first light the next day.

So, with Thanks to the US Social Security Administration I have a steady income, shop for "deals" in discount stores and supermarkets and with the help of Gas Buddy dot COM get my fuel at the best possible price. I camp where I wish (sometimes with a discount) at state, federal, or local campgrounds and always pay as I feel blessed to be able to live part of my life "on the road". To the right is my first morning on the road at an Interstate Highway Rest Stop in FL. Coffee costs from a dollar to two for a single cup..... from my tailgate I can make a whole pot of Colombian Drip Coffee for less than a dollar. Usually enough to last me all day. The blue container is my faucet/water supply..... the red funnel behind the water bottle is my thermal carafe with a Melita drip Filter... the green bottle and coffee pot to the left is my Coleman stove and water heater. Some boiling water made me a bowl of instant oatmeal and a couple of cinnamon rolls ($1.06) from the 2nd day rack at Wall-Mart gave me a breakfast.... Oh yeah, ++ a glass of OJ from the red Cooler in the picture. (OJ from "free" oranges found in a roadside pull out where they had been spilled from a truck.)

So I have to ask?, Am I a HOBO?? I guess not. I have a permanent home and spend the majority of my time under a roof and not the fabric of my tent. But how easy it would be to make the change. As I travel the highways and byways of North America I grow more and more comfortable with the lifestyle. My windshield is my picture window to the world. My truck radio brings me memories (from various songs), news and local "color" like farm reports, events and daily goings on from what ever locale I am in. As I travel, I live! There is a reason to get up, get going, and see what's around the next corner and over that next hill..... So for now I remain a "Car Camper" with a penchant to wander endlessly but grounded by creature comforts afforded with a permanent address. When home I look at my pictures and long to pack my gear and return to the ribbon of asphalt.... the highway calls, I must go,   ....

Garage Sale

posted Mar 9, 2013, 9:23 AM by Judd Hadley   [ updated May 28, 2013, 9:09 AM ]

Welcome to my Garage Sale!  

If you find that treasure you are looking for then E-mail Me and let's make a deal!
I will gladly send you my phone# so we can chat....

[ E-mail Me: mailto:judd@juddley.com ]



Click any of the Thumbnails to enlarge.

Victorian Cast Iron Fireplace Front : $25
This is a Fireplace Iron Front to go around the FireBox. It is from the Victorian House (1892) I had in Tennessee in the 1970's. It is actually part of a Coal Grate system that was put in Wood Burning Fireplaces to convert them to burn Coal. I converted the Fireplace back to wood and have kept, and moved this thing for 30 years...... I will throw in the Naval Jelly, Primer and Black Spray Paint to finish it...LOL (They are not 30 years old) Best Guess this FirePlace Front is from the early 1900's. The detail looks Art Deco.

Could be used to create a false Fireplace or as a decorative piece for Garden or Patio.  I also have about 30 of the original "Turtle Back" Tiles from that period (Late 1800's) that are brand new and were for around the fronts of all 6 fireplaces in my Victorian house. They were stored in the Attic when I bought the place. (Can send Pics if interested)

                    $25

Outside dimensions are 26 1/2" wide X 30" Tall 
Inside opening 20" wide X 25" tall  (Inside firebox dimensions can be adjusted with Firebrick Lining in a Fireplace remodel.) 

Railroad Flasher for Track Crossing Signal Lights:     Style "NF-2" 175 ohms per coil, 30-40 flashes per minute, for 6-8 volt DC operation. Circa 1920's. Was used as the controlling relay to flash 2 red signal lights alternately at railroad crossings.

         $70

 

Blue Chair Circa 1960's:   PS Modern Chair - $25........   This is a single chair from Alexander Home in PS..... Circa late 50's Early 60's..... Desk? Kitchen?
Call Judd 760-898-2985                       Will remove add when sold. 

                        $25

 

Collection of 17 License Plates.... from 1922 to 2004:   Caribbean (Aruba, Costa Rica), Tennessee, Kentucky, W. Virginia, California...

                                    

Click any plate to enlarge                                                                                                    $Best Offer

1949 Original Roy Acuff Transcription Disk (Disc):   I lived in Gallatin Tennessee from 1969 to 1980. While living there I found a "Transcription Disc" for a radio commercial produced by WLAC radio in Roy Acuff's voice for a Billfold being sold by a company in Gallatin. The date is 5-10-49... I had it recorded to tape but the tape is lost and I no longer have a turntable. But my best recollection of its content was just Roy Acuff promoting the company for a Mail-Order Business. (no Music) just Roy speaking. This discs is the studio master recording of Roy's actual speaking voice. 

The Label shows "WLAC Nashville Tennessee .... 5-10-49.... speed 33 1/3... Title Roy Acuff Billfolds.... Time 1:43 (just over 1 minute) ..... Instructions:  Start Outside. (The 'Start Outside' was for the DJ's to know in which direction they were recorded.) Columbia Programs 50,000 watts".

Randy's Records was the name everyone knew from their sponsorship of 50's late night radio. (When a lot of Midwesterners and Southerners could receive it). But obviously there was Mail order from Gallatin Earlier.

The Paper label is water stained and general condition of the Disc is poor.. it was playable in the 70's. Since then, has been in storage. The Disc is Aluminum (12 inches Dia.) with 3 drilled holes for the transcription Machine.

The time in my life has come to start getting rid of "Things" and this is one of them.  I am not able to find info on how many of these discs still survive. They don't seem to show up often on the WWW but someone out there must be archiving them.

                    $ Best Offer

Antique Cooking Trammel:   This a Ring-Type trammel for adjusting the height a pot hangs over a fire on a Bar-Type Colonial Fireplace Crane. It adjusts from shortest 18" to longest 35" to vary the temperature of the cooking as well as for different sizes of cast iron cooking pots. Trammels were made in many styles and before the Industrial revolution so each one is different. Generally made by a towns Blacksmith and to the specification of the buyer. S-Hooks were more commonly used but wealthier colonialist's would have trammels made. It was designed to fit a "bar" type fireplace crane.

This one is obviously had wrought and I have left it in the condition I found it originally in the ruins of a log cabin in Middle Tennessee in the 1970's. It adjusts in 2" increments from 18" to 35" on 9 rings. That area of Tennessee was settled in early 1800's.  Google Fireplace Cranes under images to see more types of these

This is fairly rare as not many of these have survived. .       $25 

                  

Basket: was given to me by an 80+ yr old neighbor as a house warming gift (sewing basket filled with thread, needles, measure tape, etc.) in 1983. She said she bought it from a roadside stand in the 1920's on an Indian reservation in the desert southwest while coming west by train

                                                                [ Click Here for Details ]
                                                   $45

 

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 House: One mildly used house in Boynton Beach Florida. This was bought for my Mother to use as a snowbird in the winters.

        Everything's for sale... including the Garage  :-)     Sold !

Hand Knit Afghan:   is variegated powder blue yarn on a white background. The afghan has never been used and was hand knit by my Great Aunt. It has  been in my closet for many years. Time for it to get a new home so someone can snuggle up on the couch for an afternoon nap.          Afghan measures 5' 2" X 4' 3"

                        Sold !

Bauer Pottery 17 inch Chop Plate:  This is a "Bauer" Pottery "Los Angeles" ring ware Chop Plate (sometimes referred to as Fiesta Ware). It's 17 inches in Diameter and makes a huge serving plate. Made in early part of 20th century and is sometimes also called a Sandwich Plate. Color is rare Jade Green. It is in absolutely mint condition. No Chips, No Cracks, No Scratches.... very rare to find a piece this big in like new condition. 

                     Sold !

 
Two Planters: These are lined with heavy Gauge galvanized steel and were designed to go on each side of entry doors on the inside of the house (could also be used outside). Painted Blue and they have never been used.

                         Sold !

Computer Desk:  nice compact 80's style office computer desk. 32 inches tall, 25 inches wide,  21 inches deep,  the Pull-out keyboard shelf is 28 inches from the floor- perfect height for typing.  Free delivery in Palm Springs, CA  area.

                     Sold !

Bagel Slicer:  Brand New! Original Box! Never Used! Now you can safely cut that morning Bagel in half and still have all 10 fingers intact.. Got this at a White Elephant Christmas Party.... 

    Originally sold for $16                    Sold !

Decorative Lamp:  Art-Deco style vintage 1940's Lamp marked  "Sun-Kraft Cold-Quartz Ultraviolet & Ozone Apparatus"  " Sun-Kraft Inc, Chicago, ILL"   The Quartz lamp and electronics in the base (which contained lead) were removed and replaced with a low voltage 2 bulb high intensity light. It makes a nice soft decorative light bright enough to highlight a picture or desktop. The lamp was used for "Medical" purposes though its safety and actual therapeutic qualities were in question. It is now safe to use and plugs into standard AC outlet. 18 inches tall and weights 9 pounds. Stainless Steel and Aluminum with weighted base.

                          Sold !

Sonny Bono Brick:   Own a piece of Palm Springs History!   One of a Kind, Made to sell bricks when Sonny Bono was Mayor of Palm Springs CA A plywood panel measures 21"H X 24"W each brick measures 4" X 7.5" X 0.5".. The Bricks are fired clay and will last for centuries. It was from the period when Sonny Bono was Mayor of Palm Springs (1988-1992) Corky Larson was Riverside Co. Supervisor and the other bricks are names of PS city council members. It was a sample board used to sell bricks to raise funds for some civic project. Possibly our Police Memorial Fund. Got this at a yard sale and it was left outside by previous owner giving it a  weathered look. 

                        Sold !

VHS Video Tapes:  9-tapes - Your choice $1 each or $5 for all..     [ click to enlarge ]

                                       Sold !

 
 

2012 drive to FL

posted Mar 1, 2013, 10:42 AM by Judd Hadley   [ updated Jun 12, 2013, 11:49 AM ]

As a semi-retired engineer I have the uncontrollable urge to document..... everything! On my old WEB site I had many spreadsheets of various driving trips so having just completed a 2 month+ trip to FL, below is my spreadsheet of the trip details. I was able to camp on way to FL the first week in Dec. (last yr 2012) and fuel averaged 3.28 per gallon. By the time I returned a couple weeks back fuel had jumped to $3.51 gal and I stayed in Motels as camping with overnight temps in the high 20's and low 30's hold very little appeal.

Total mileage to and from FL was about 4,500 miles +/- . I stopped in Santa Fe NM on the way back for a few days which made the return trip a little longer.

My 2004 Ford Ranger PU truck is no longer in like new condition and the original 32 mpg is now an average of only 29.6 mpg. I would trade for a new vehicle but after test driving several trucks from other manufacturers there is no model out there as comfortable to drive as my Ranger XLT. When you consider what I have put this truck through, it's amazing it still runs at all. I have driven it from 250 miles north of the Arctic Circle to Key West FL with trips to about 30 or 40 of the US states in between..... Why in gods name Ford discontinued this model is beyond me. This is the 8th Ranger I have owned and this one I have kept almost ten years and may have to keep it going for another 10... LOL.

So to summarize from below...... Total miles = about 6,000 Total Fuel cost = $695   Total Lodging Cost = $214  So I have to eat anyway.... (therefore no food costs).... and airline flights for all the city's I visited would be a cost of 5 or 6 times what I am out of pocket for...... besides, I love to travel! (See also page on HOBO.....Link Here

Nov 2012 Drive to Florida


WE HAVE MOVED !

posted Oct 14, 2009, 7:31 AM by Judd Hadley   [ updated Mar 1, 2013, 11:28 AM ]




After over 10 years of free web hosting with Direct-Nic they discontinued the service. I relentlessly promoted them by directing friends, company's and non-profits to take advantage of their free web hosting and low cost Domain Registration............ Now they are no longer low cost, American Owned, or in any other way a "Value". Thus I created this site on Google to replace it.

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