The Lawn Job

    The year is 1991, I'm 10 yrs old, and I was spending my summer as I always had, playing basketball, riding my bike, and building forts and club houses with the other kids on my street. Once in a while we would have a falling out as any group of children would. This occasion the particularly pompous kid, he was an only child, down the street, Danny Cristo, was not our friend. Well, one day Steve Lackic and I were hanging around outside when this older kid across the street, he was between 16 and 18 at the time, Brian, had a friend drive up in a Chevy Blazer. He drove right up on the lawn. This definitely got our attention. Somehow Steve and I, two 10 year olds, with little to no convincing talked the guy into doing a lawn job on Danny's front yard. This dude piles up both Steve and myself into his truck and tears down the street and around the block with heavy medal music blasting in our ears. Within a few seconds we're pulled up on the kids lawn when puts the gas pedal all the way to the floor. It felt like we were in a monster truck. The engine roared and the truck lurched backward! Grass was flying up on both sides of the truck as we did a perfect 180 degree spin in a snap, and then in a cloud of dirt and dust the truck hit the pavement and peeled off down the street.
    He let us out around the corner where we walked home. The next day Danny's Dad was seen hosing the grass down with a garden hose in his typical fashion. A wife beater, boxer shorts, and slippers. I can only imagine what he was thinking standing there facing the complete destruction that was his front lawn. That was so awesome and it may be the reason why I bought my red pickup truck so many years ago. That was so fun!

Right around sundown on the Appalachian Trail

Backpacking Food Guide

Backpacking Food - This is only a guide.

Cookpot

Rice sides

Noodle sides

Mac n cheese (not shells and cheese)

couscous

ramen noodles

dehydrated anything

Oatmeal
Instant Mashed Potatoes (There's all these great flavors out. All of them are great)

Meat Packets

beef crumbles

chicken

tuna

salmon

Spam
Pepperoni slices
summer sausage
smoked salmon

cheese (lasts 30 days in your pack)

Cheddar

habanero cheddar

gouda

breads

Tortillas

bagels

Spreads

peanut butter

nutella

Bars/snack food

protein bars

granola bars
Hershey Bars to dip in PB! (no amount of chocolate is too much)

snicker

payday

baby Ruths

Nutrageous
Pop Tarts
Trail mix
Bag of cereal (light weight and surprisingly good)

Reese’s Fucking anything!!!

Misc

Salt n pepper

Fritos
Cheetos

Hot sauce (crucial)

Cajun Seasoning

Instant Coffee

Gatorade packets
Taco Bell sauce packets
Mayo Packets

Things to consider; Get creative. The hardest thing in planning your food bag is understanding how little you actually will eat. You pack your fears. People tend to make one of two mistakes; either you carry way too much food and dance on the edge of running out of water or you carry next to no food and carry huge amounts of water despite an abundance of naturals springs. You can actually hike just fine with out cooking at all. I ate cold for 2 and a half months straight and never missed the stove ever. Everything listed under "Cookpot" you might consider adding a meat packet of your choice to. Like a mexican flavor Rice Side goes great with Taco flavored beef crumbles [wrapped in a tortilla with cheese] or a Alfredo Noodle Side is great with a tuna packet added to it. You may have heard the term "Ramen Bomb" that's when you make ramen noodles then put a packet of instant potatoes into it at the end of cooking. This is disgusting and sits like a rock in your stomach. In regards to cooking equipment, a good cook pot should work on multiple fuel sources. You can easily share any stove with someone, and should you run out of fuel it's great to be able to simply build a small fire and cook that way. Simply by forming the fire into a horseshoe and setting the pot down in it. Fuel becomes less critical and infinitely more abundant. I recommend the Stanley Cook pot but if you have some doe ray me then there's some really nice titanium pots. The Biolite stove that charges your phone is the worst choice. Mountain House meals, backpackers Pantry, or any of those dehydrated meals sold at REI are a poor choice for many reasons, here's a few; expensive, one doesn't fill you up, they're bulky, and eventually you're gonna eat the oxygen absorbing packet hidden in the bottom. They are, however, a great choice in a 3 or 4 day trip as a dinner option in conjunction with breakfast and lunch as described in the example below, additionally, should you get them free, the ones that contain egg will certainly give you the shits and are to be avoided. A Mountain House for dinner and regular store bought food as breakfast and lunch is a very smart plan for a short backpack trip. The cook stove, fuel, spork, and pot should pack up small and light. Think Cantaloupe. Worth mentioning; McDonalds burgers, plain, will last 5 days in your pack, a sub sandwich will last 2 days in reasonable heat. So don't be afraid to bring some leftovers.

Here's an example of one day on the trail:

• Breakfast- Bagel
• Lunch- wrap half the packet of pepperoni and a few chunks of cheese into 2 tortillas. Enjoy with the gatorade you mixed earlier. Supplement with a handful of Fritos.
• Snacks- protein bar and 2 granola bars (throughout the day)
• Dinner- One couscous box (garlic flavor) (cooked). eat a stack of pepperoni while you cook it and have a few fist loads of Fritos.
• Desert- Snicker bar

It's backpacking not a culinary adventure. I'll try and get some better examples and menu plans together. Remember that while you HYOH.

Backpacking Gear List

Backpacking gear list- This is only a guide

• Pack / rainfly

• Tent / stakes and poles

• Sleeping bag (30 or 40 deg is warm enough) / pad / ground sheet (optional, thin sheet of Tyvek is perfect)

• Water filter (I recommend the Sawyer Squeeze or steri pen) / bottles 2x 32oz

• Cook pot / stove / fuel / spork. (the small size fuel can lasts 2 weeks)

• clothes- 1 light jacket, 1 Raincoat or poncho, 1 long sleeve thermal, 1 T-shirt, 1 underwear, 2 pairs of socks, light shorts, small drawstring bag to hold it all. (this doesn’t include what you’re already wearing which would be Hiking pants (quick dry), a tech T, socks, underwear, shoes, camp shoes (crocs)

• Toiletries bag- toothbrush, toothpaste, toilet paper (i recommend coleman biowipes), first aid kit, lighter, bug spray, small Dr. Bronners, 50ft of paracord, 1 small carabiner, headphones, external battery to charge your cell phone, pocket knife, sunglasses

• Map- also have a pen and small compass (zipper fob type compass is more than enough). put it all in a freezer bag.

• Roll top dry bags- 1 10-20L to serve as a food bag, 1 20L to keep your sleeping bag and clothes bag dry in your pack, 1 8L to hold your Toiletries. Silnylon or the rubberized style waterproof bag is fine. whichever you prefer. You’re also going to want a few freezer bags.

• Trekking poles- I recommend it. They seem silly until you are balancing 30lbs on your back and trying to get across jagged boulders. Still not convinced, give someone a piggyback ride and try and climb over your car without using your hands.

• Things to consider: Your clothes should be able to dry fast. Cotton socks will destroy your feet by holding in moisture. Hiking boots are a thing of the past. Consider a trail running shoe and a thin merino wool sock. The Sawyer Mini water filter is incredibly difficult to squeeze water through, I use the regular size, both, however, are rendered useless if you let it freeze solid. A firearm is the most amateur thing to carry on the trail. So is bear spray. If you are afraid of bears then maybe give up on the outdoors. Bears are harmless and if you understand them then you'd learn how to avoid problems and how not dangerous they are. Your pack should weigh about 30lbs or less with food and 32oz of water, if it’s much more than this then I’ll be happy to help you go through your gear to find out what you're afraid of, council you on it, and remove the excess. You pack your fears. The small drawstring bag holding your clothes is also your pillow. You've probably seen people who put a trash bag in their pack as a liner to keep water out. This is a good idea but if everything except your tent is in it's own water tight bag, like a roll top or a freezer bag, then that's just as good, if not better. I skip the trash bag liner because they get holes in them pretty quickly. HYOH.

*in regards to filtering water. This is always a source of debate and discussion. I recommend the regular size sawyer squeeze. It's easy to use, works well, and is small and light. You simply fill a bag from a water source, screw the filter on, and squeeze the water through into a bottle or your face. The Sawyer mini is very difficult to get water through and can pop your bag. UV filters, like the steri pen, are a great choice and I may go to this option myself. The only draw back, which I'm cool with, is that you can end up drinking a small amount of particulate like dirt or sand from a water source. Other filters on the market all seem to have something about them that causes them to not be very practical. Purifying tablets and bleach drops work fine too but the water will taste like sulfer and who wants that when you're drinking from the most beautiful mountain springs that taste so fresh. The spring water was one of my favorite parts of my AT thru hike. Now, I'm going to say this but please don't go all crazy, I didn't filter water for the entire second half of my hike. For 2 and a half months I didn't get sick. Water is safer than you think but that doesn't mean every drop of water out there is fair game. Use your head. Here's the criteria to look for; 1)  do you know it's source? 2) is there no agricultural or human development nearby? 3) is the water cold? 4) narrow 5) and lastly, is it fast moving? If you can answer yes to all those then by all means enjoy that shit. Raw dog it. Camel up, as they say. The water issue, I think, taps into people's fear of what they don't know. It's funny to watch someone drink water they filtered for the first time. Lastly, agricultural run off, a stream of water passing through farmland. There is nothing you can do to make that safe to drink. Boil it, squeeze filter it, fucking distill that shit and you'll still end up puking out both ends on your way to the ER.

Strange things happen in three out on the AT

(Notes on the photo; I took several pictures with my camera and used them to form this panoramic from that day as best I could. This is not a fabrication, I assure you)


                      There’s a saying "The trail will provide" that, as you continue along your hike, becomes something to take comfort in. Moments when food is provided or water sources found after fully accepting a hopeless situation and the only explanation is that the trail provided. I certainly do feel the trail has the power to influence one’s thru hike. Every hiker who sets foot on the AT is looking for personal growth in some form or another. The lessons you expect to learn are rarely what you take away with you. The trail has something unique to teach each and everyone out there. One enters the secular pilgrimage open to experience and growth. Without question, I too found growth that I rely upon everyday. On my AT thru hike there were three separate occasions where I found myself stopped dead in my tracks with no possible way to explain what just happened. I'd like to share those experiences with you.
                      About a month into the hike this happened; it's Saturday and it's rained all day. 47 degrees out, 16 miles from Ice Mountain shelter to Jerry's Cabin shelter. I'm sitting next to a guy who goes by the trail name Shortcut and he looks exactly like my grandpa Pete in every way. He's even wearing his winter hat the same way my Grandpa wore his by not folding it at the bottom causing it to form a nipple shape on top of his head. We didn't get a chance to talk because he got in his sleeping bag and went to sleep just after we got there. I didn't connect the dots until several miles into the following day but Grandpa Pete's real first name was Jerry.
                     Now I'm in Vermont and I posted a photo with text across the front that read "Don't be afraid to move on and start a new chapter" with it I included a little caption that, in summary said how glad I was that I decided to hike the trail and how great the whole experience was going.  The mother of my best friend from high school reached out to me with a text saying how inspirational my journey has been. She went on to say how I gave her that little extra motivation she needed to take a leap of her own. She was planning to enroll in school for Chaplaincy. The next day I reached Stratton Pond and took a break with another thru hiker, an older retired gentleman. Stratton Pond is famous for being the very spot where Benton Mackaye, in the 1930's, would have the very idea for what would be the Appalachian Trail. Sitting here looking out on the lake I tell my friend I'm going to get moving and hike out. I drag my pack closer to me and start getting ready when he asks me to pass him his backpack as it's slumped over in the grass on the other side of me. I drag it up onto my lap and notice a patch is sewn to the edge of the waistband. It read "Trail Chaplaincy, hiking in the spirit of the journey". I stared at that patch for a few long seconds.
                      The last day of the entire journey, the day I arrive to Abol Bridge campground after five months of hiking; The tent site we've been given has the greatest view of Khatadin, a massive and wondrous mountain serving as the northern end of the trail. The mountain is elusive, mythical, and sacred ground to indigenous people of the area. So many people dream of hiking the trail in its entirety yet so few make it. We'd summit Khatadin the following day completing the thru hike. It's raining out, as it did most days in Maine. Suddenly the rain stops and the sky begins to clear so I move to sit on the picnic table facing the mountain. As the clouds are parting, just to the east of the mountain, appears a rainbow. Bright blue skies over the mountain I've been almost afraid to talk about is standing right before me, and a bright rainbow should appear. This moment was powerful.
                     An AT thru hike is a secular pilgrimage of the grandest proportions. I'm blessed to have been a part of it. I'm grateful for these experiences and I wouldn't trade them for anything. The reality we live in is a mere fraction of whats going on around us. Try to open your heart and see it. The lessons you’ll learn are yours. 

Watchstander

The song "Hanging by a moment" by Lifehouse reminds me of my time spent on the USCGC Mobile Bay. It's not because I was listening to it a lot but because while on the Mobile Bay, when I had to stand a watch from 12-4am, which was often, I was supposed to do an hourly round of the ship but instead would sit on the mess deck and watch VH1's show Insomniac, a four hour long show of nothing but music videos, and during this show I would not do a single round. Unfortunately, the songs music video was being played in heavy rotation. A round is an hourly walk-thru of the ship with the purpose of preventing fires and flooding, and whatever else might happen to a 140ft tug boat that might as well be welded to the fucking pier. The funny thing is, none of us were very honest about our watch standing and really how could you expect us to be. Not a single person on that ship could honestly see the importance of walking through every room in the ship every hour perpetually. Things you had to check on and write down included refrigerator temps, a few electrical gauge readings, and what the tiny dial said on every fire extinguisher on the entire ship, i.e. Full or Fill. Needless to say we would simply not do it at all and just make it look like we had in the log book. Once I forgot to fake it in the log book entirely and didn't realize it until I was already in bed. I got up out of my rack and went down to the mess deck to fill it in as if I had done something other than watch music videos and soft core porn but Dena, another deck dept loser who was on watch from 4-8am, got all pissed off about it as if she ever does any of her rounds. Ha! Ridiculous. She was one of the biggest skates on the ship, next to SN Jennifer Bauer of course. I talked her down and she never told on me but it was close. Dena was in an intimate relationship with the junior officer, LTJG Tom Crane, so she didn't have much room to talk and everyone knew it. We especially knew it when Dena almost got into a fist fight several months later when Cranes new girlfriend and her met at the aforementioned SN Bauer's wedding. Oddly enough, SN Bauer's marriage lasted a mere 6 months. What a circus. 

Least likely candidate theory

This is a tough one to explain so just try not to discount it too quickly. I've been tossing this around in my head for upwards of 6 years. The bugs in the theory haven't been worked out but let me do my best to plant the seed and you can kick it around and see how it applies to your own life. While working at a big box electronics retailer I was able to accurately (100%) predict the supervisory promotions based on who I felt would be the biggest laughing stock, the laziest, and most disconnected from the department. The least likely candidate. This happens consistently at larger companies where no one really cares that much. Why this occurs is a laundry list of shoulder shrug guesses. Usually it is based on friendships or the amount of smoke they're blowing up someones ass. It can also be the result of my own hindsight bias. Look at some supervisors or managers and consider what led them to their current position. Then look at potential positions that are open and think it over.

Don't let your meat loaf.

The mesquite smoked bacon wrapped meatloaf. Turned out surprisingly good.

Orchard

There are currently two apple trees in my backyard. In the last two years neither have produced an edible fruit. All the apples have had spots and some even looked shriveled. Previously there was a peach tree but it had been dieing for some time and ironically was the only tree to produce a decent fruit. One peach, and it was excellent. I've since cut the tree down and have been using the wood to smoke meats. Recently I've decided to put more effort into these great resources. I've began spraying them this summer to stop the fungus. I also ordered another tree, a honeycrisp apple tree, and it is doing good so far. At the moment I'm considering adding a couple cherry trees but I'll wait and see how these work out. I drew a picture of myself driving a tractor on an orchard. Enjoy.

Dream Journal

I was at work but the setting ,i.e. desks and surrounding room, was different. I was looking from the perspective of inside the computer monitor looking out at myself. As I watched myself work I was noticing my eyes frantically moving back and fourth. As I was watching I slowly began to see that the me that I was watching was significantly older. My hair was longer and my face was aged and out of shape. Like a weight on my chest I became very sad for the man I was looking at. Humbling to look at myself and think thoughts of sympathy for the years of hard work with little to show for it but wrinkles. Then I awoke.

Nick

On the evening of January the 18th Nick went into his room, and much in the style of an eight year old boy, put on his headphones and began reading science fiction short stories. Quickly Nick fell asleep. Around 9 pm I noticed he was sleeping. I tip toed my way in and turned on the cheesiest music I could find to play into his headphones and increased the volume much louder. Nick remained asleep immersed in his intergalactic dreams only now set to the sweet sounds of Jurassic 5 at near full volume. The following morning Nick had to call in sick to work complaining that he didn't sleep well. He looked like shit.

Cursive

New Home Discovery.

Apparently I'm not the only one finding strange things in newly purchased homes. My friend Tom found several geiger counters in his recently purchased condo. With a discovery like this it is really easy to question the mental health of the previous owner, but I recommend waiting till you turn that thing on first. You'd hate to get a little egg in your face if that needle should go nuts.

Potosi Brewing Co.

"The museum looks like a bar and the bar looks like a museum". The beer museum and attached microbrewery in the scenic town of Potosi Wisconsin, on the banks of the mighty Mississippi river, is a must see for anyone who enjoys craft brews. Aside from the great beers, great bar and interesting museum, a particularly appalling incident took place. A friend asked the bar tender if the beer steins behind the bar were for sale and she replied "Whats a stein". At a shithole bar this is understandable, at a microbrewery this is frowned upon, at a microbrewery with a museum showcasing the history of brewing this should grounds for termination.

Stockholm's

The worst Microbrew I have ever been served is on tap at Stockholm's in Geneva, Il. Upon initial sip of this English Pale Ale my face cringed at the sour punch in the mouth. I tried real hard but I couldn't finish it after more than an hour. This is the only time in my life I’ve gone to a bar of any kind and couldn’t finish a beer and left. The food was great but the beer is God Awful.

Tin Can

I read an article that I really need to share. The topic of the article was the historic relevance of canning food. I'll paraphrase. In 1820 some explorers brought food stored in tin cans as they were attempting to cross the arctic in a sailboat. They died. Most recently them and several tin cans of veal were recovered. The contents of one can was fed to a cat and the cat suffered no ill effects. When I read this it reminded me of the Yadda Yadda episode of Seinfeld. They clearly skipped the best part, which would have certainly been the part where one scientist saw an opportunity to potentially eliminate one nuisance cat, obviously his wife's, by feeding it 189 year old veal.


(Clever photo to follow)

Man, Where was I?

One thing I've come to love about riding my motorcycle is the way in which I randomly find gas station receipts in my leather jacket from various parts of the country with no recollection of ever having been there. Here's one I found the other day from 9/29/07 1:32 pm in Williamsburg KY. I never thought I'd ever been there, but apparently i was, and purchased 3.68 gallons of premium gasoline there.

Photo: the receipt, I smudged out the signature for obvious reasons.

Eyeballs! (my actual boot camp nickname)

Somehow I managed to scratch my eyeball. Once this happened I realized how bright it really is everywhere, so bright in fact I can feel the fluorescent bulb burning through the back of my freaking skull.

I look like shit.

Several years and about five thousand beers really takes a toll on you. I mean, what the fuck, look at me. I look like shit.

Hope Merchant

Strange thing these dreams. Most nights I don't think I dream but sometimes I do, and I believe that the more abstract the better and memorable. I recall various dreams were I've given birth or run from evil beings I never actually saw. In a recent dream I was being called a "Hope Merchant" which I have no idea what that could possibly mean but it involved an M-16 and loaded magazines being handed to me by my wife (odd) with townspeople cheering for the Hope Merchant (me). I have heard some people keep a diary next to there bed and in the morning they will right down a brief recount of what they dreamed. I would love to read someones dream diary. It probably reads like Timothy Leary's research notes. I've also heard that some people will designate a friend to clean out all there porn if they die so their legacy isn't fetish porn but wonderful stories of charisma. I would recommend including dream diary on the list of things to clean out if you die so they don't think you were doing psychedelic drugs before bed.

(Pictured is a photographic interpretation of dreaming)

If you need me on Black Friday, you know where I will be.

Preposterous Thought – Waking up at 4 am and bundling up to beat the cold, only to drive to an overcrowded store to fight with mobs of people trying to get the same $10 sale on a DVD Player…only to drive to another crowded store for Hannah Montana sale. Eat at chain restaurant. Go home pissed off.



Not so Preposterous Thought: Sleep until 9. Make coffee. Add whiskey to said coffee. Log onto computer. Order Christmas gift. Sit on couch in boxers until afternoon. Go to Emmett's for pale ale.

If you need me on Black Friday, you know where I will be.



-Marks Guest Post

Super China Buffet

The Chinese food buffet is the worst idea for anyone looking for a good meal. This is a photographic journey of what I call session eating.

The Red Carpet

I'm married now. I wrote my own vow, and then transcribed it to harmonica solo. There wasn't a dry eye in the house.

Fresh Hops!

The beer I wait all year for has hit the shelves. This is Goose Islands end of summer/fall seasonal beer made with fresh hops instead of pelletized hops that beer is typically made with. If you haven't tried this yet I recommend you do so. Here's mine shortly after purchase, thanks Katie for pointing out the sale, while walking through the parking lot of the local Jewel-Osco.

Shop Vac

In the last two days I've vacuumed up roughly 36 gallons of water from the basement floor. It has finally stopped raining after a relentless four day down pour.

Day 7; Creation

Working on various gifts for various people. 26 dollars, one bent sewing needle, and one migraine all in the name of friendship. Luckily Coors light is the most refreshing beer on Earth at least until the Hadron particle accelerator destroys it.

Day 6; Dan

Any other form and I wouldn't recognize him.

Day; 5 The hidden benfit of a twin.

Sometimes I see someone and their twin and think that it might very well suck to have a walking double. I have no twin but if I did I imagine the benefit of having an outside perspective of yourself, or at least someone who looks like yourself could prove invaluable. You could see for yourself if you need to lose weight, change your hairstyle, or stop wearing certain clothing styles. It may also prove be an accurate gauge of how lame some of your mannerisms are, and show first hand certain phrases you use too often that may help to consider avoiding. Having said that I also wonder if the novelty would wear off before you ever realize the benefit of utilizing the situation as a resource for introspection.

Day 4: Creative Text Messaging

Next time you want to send a text message to a close friend try this more creative and interesting form. Draw a sketch that depicts the message you're trying to convey, and send them a photo of that sketch. Here is a text sent by my brother, which served to ask me if we were going to our favorite bar, Emmett's, later that evening.

Day 3: Simple insight

Here's a little insight to ponder on this rainy afternoon.


In life there will always be someone who takes things way too seriously.

Day 2; The Origin of Blogging

If you should ever take an English composition course they will definitely teach you never to talk about the paper in the paper. Similarly you should never talk about the blog post in the blog post. You can, however, discuss blogging in a blog post. Where did blogging begin? You could say blogging grew organically out of the traditional diary or journal over time combined with technology. I have my own theory. I feel the blog as an online journal and creative outlet is a result of two key figures in American history; Doogie Howser m.d. and Jack Handey. These two people were bloggers who were way ahead of their time.
At the end of ever Doogie Howser m.d. episode he was seen writing in a journal on his computer and saving it to a now classic 3x5 floppy disc. However lame his concluding wisdom may have been it was fundamentally what blogging is. As for Jack Handey, who by the way is a real comedic author, in many Saturday Night Live episodes showed text of a "Deep Thought" scroll over a scenic photo while being narrated. This looked and sounded like genius blog posts. Two prime examples of blogging before it became a reality.
While millions of bloggers support was is known as the blogosphere and Doogie Howser dodges thousands of malpractice suits, Jack Handey is still publishing sheer genius. I relish his writing style and take comfort in knowing he never lost his identity by succumbing to his own creation. The blogosphere, written by hundreds of millions and read by no one.

Day 1; Appreciation Week Drawing.

What you may have heard is true, I'm having a drawing. Here's how it works; email me at pete@dependablepete.com to enter. I will reply to your entry with a number, that number will be written on a tiny piece of paper and put in a (empty) fish bowl, then at the end of the Fan Base Appreciation Week I'll draw the winners. Here's the prizes; one winner will receive a signed photo your favorite local celebrity, me, Dependable Pete, and the grand prize is a signed photo of Dependable Pete and you will be invited to author a post to be put up on Dependable Pete.com. Ok, so don't waste too much time in entering.

The BLT

If you want the perfect BLT logic will tell you that you need a tomato slice that is equal in diameter as your bread slice. My advice for growing a tomato for such a sandwich is that no amount of fertilizer is too much. Watch a short slide show of my perfect BLT.

Friendship

Friends. The most important people in your life. Treat them well, because you will find that the good things in life are best when shared with the ones you care about. Malt liquor is one of those good things.

Chili

 

A friend from work and I went for a nice ride on our bikes after work. We stopped for chili which turned out to be good enough, no pun intended, Cindy.

Lakefront Brewery

A regional brewery based in Milwaukee has always had the best tour, and a really good line of beers. They've certainly hit one out of the park with their newest edition to the family, this IPA. I give it an A+.

Dependable Pete Classic Clip: Stop motion beer

Bicycle

It's summer, you should get outside and go for a bike ride. I mean, look at you, all cooped up in the house and it's so nice outside.

DependablePete Classic Clip: The IPA

Here's a short clip of a very underrated custom in our culture, ordering a beer.

Poems and Pics

When the days are long,
and your stresses have compounded.
The days of your youth are gone,
And the pressure of a career have mounted.
I shall ask you to sit with me,
and I'll lend you my ear.
You are all you need to be
while you enjoy a frosty beer

I could never have seen this coming.

This is quite simply mind blowing. This photo is of a girl named Gina. She lived next door to my family all through my childhood. Her family is very religious. One day, several years ago, I'm sitting in a bar with my brother (not uncommon) and a free magazine distributed to all local bars intended to advertise drink specials and various events in the area is sitting there and I'm staring at it blankly as I drift off in space (not uncommon). Suddenly I snap out of it, scrunch my face, and mumble "wait". I open the cover to the table of contents and read what I never thought possible. If her family ever saw this they would most certainly disown her. What I felt was particularly unnecessary is going topless behind the guitar. Had she wore a shirt behind the guitar her parents would be proud of her small success and I'd have no fun with this. After my brother and I decided not to drop it in their mailbox as an effort to sabotage her, I saw her in their driveway and delicately asked her about it. The website and magazine state very clearly all modeling is done free, models aren't paid. She made up this bullshit story that they gave her a thousand dollars, laughable, but, honestly, I can't blame her because I would have said that too.

Fireside Folk

Take A quick tour of the folk songwriting room as it nears completion. Exciting things are on the horizon.

Breakfast Pic

Chorizo and eggs on Saturday morning. Too good, too spicy, and oh so filling.

Beer Brat

 

One onion, one brat, one bun, and one satisfied Dependable Pete. MMMMMmmmmm.....I spoke fluent German for a good hour after eating this. Guten Tag!

Pro Bowler.

Here's me out throwing rocks.

Crossing the line

 

Just when you thought you they couldn't take it any farther. Behold the Harley Davidson fertilizer spreader. I'm saving up for the screaming eagle billet wheels. The fertilizer is made out of ground up bikers.

Three pretty little maids all in a row.

 

This is the most beautiful picture I've ever taken in my entire life. Just look at it. I took it with my cell phone and sent it to myself in email, and when I saw later on at home I swear it brought a tear to my eye. Take a moment. Beauty, perfection, and innocence. Mug #62 is in the middle.