charles statman

 Yeah yeah yeah.   Facebook, instagram, x.   Taking all my time, while this blog sits and stews. 

I’ve moved to Montrose, Colorado.    It’s beautiful here.   I’m getting used to the snow.

Much more affordable that California 

I figure, 

17 years in Longview

20 years in Austin

25 years in San Jose 

I’ll hope to get 20 years here 

Really need to figure out health insurance     Then will see what happens 

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 trying to keep it going.   i;m just so wore out

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 Decades ago, I worked for the prestigious TX democratic political consulting firm of Emory, Young, and Associates.  Obviously, I was an associate.

We were offices on the top floor of a bank building in Austin.  Sharing the floor with George Christian and Associates.  George, if you didn’t know, was LBJ’s press secretary.  

One day, a Monday, actually,  I was in the shared men’s room with my pal and co-worker Jim.   We were in line at the urinals,  peeing an incredible amount.   Due to drinking all Sunday night at a fund-raiser for Ann Richards.  Who did not drink.

Mr. Christian walked in,  stood at the urinal,  then cursed us both for being able to pee “like race horses”. While he was fighting prostate issues,  which he assured us would be our curse later in life.

He cam in mid-conversation about how newspapers were libelous bastards, who did not give a damn about the truth and would publish any damn thing they wanted

After cursing us for peeing, he addresses our conversation

Boys, the press has only one job.

Sell more newspapers.

they don’t care about truth.   The more lavicious and stunning the better.   NO ONE buys papers for headlines about “good dog saves baby”.  

they want the dirty laundry

And the newspapermen want to give it to us, and sell the papers

Never forget that - ad I have not

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I recently shared a memory with a pal of mine's boys.  here is is to save



So this weekend, I was watching tee-vee. its not something I do often, cause life is out there, and it is infinitely more interesting than any BS on the tee-vee. But anyhow. I had some shoulder fixing surgery a few months back, and it takes WAY too long to do physical therapy, and get it all better. So sometimes I have to go slow. Anyhow, this saturday was it. Slow. Tee-vee.

There is a show on netflix called Tex-Mex motors, and I was watchin it, cause this insane pal of mine is on the show, and said I should watch it. Blah Blah, no one cares. at one point, they are searching for a car, a Nash Rambler. And they showed photos of some ramblers. which INSTANTLY set off a memory of your pop that I had to share.

See, when we were growing up, the Albert's next-door neighbor was the Van Cleve family. Mr. Van Cleve was an electrician, and notoriously cheap. Possibly as cheap as your Grandfather Ken. Although he did spend money on Red Man chewin tobacco, which he always had in his mouth. but anyhow. He had a bright pink Nash Rambler Wagon.

do not think for a minute that it was cool, it was not. it was considered a cheap, workingmans car



ANYHOW, he ALSO had a son named Eric, who was so white, we called him Flo, short for Flo-rescent. he glowed in the damn dark. I think there were some sisters, but I dont remember them.

ANYHOW, we were all in the boy scouts, and this one time, we were young, maybe 13? Mr. VanCleve was driving us to a campout or the scout hut, or something. I dont remember, but Me, Charley, Eric and JimBob Crump were all in the wagon, driving down the road headed to or from somewhere in the Rambler.

Maybe we were coming FROM somewhere. Cause Charley was full of sugar, super hyper animated, and bouncing all over the back of the car like Eric Cartman maybe.

he kept hanging his head out the window and screaming "wooo HOOOOOO" "woo HOOO"

Eric (VanCleve, not Cartman) told him "you better get your head back in the car". but Charley was not listening.

I need to point out, at this point in the story, he was in the back seat on the drivers side.

WELL, you MAY remember I mentioned Mr. Van Cleve chewed red man tobacco?
Charley has his head out the window of the pink Nash Rambler screaming "wooo HOOOO" at the top of his lungs, just as Mr. Van Cleave chose to spit a GIGANTIC red man chewing tobacco spit out the window. --- carried and amplified by the windspeed of the car, DIRECTLY into your dad's face and mouth.

Causing him to go from "wooo HOOOO". to "ralph ralph, EARL, Ralph" and vomited up a macDonalds.
(Charley needed to learn to chew his food more, thats what I learned from this adventure)

ANYHOW, there ya have it. Pink Nash Rambler - Charley - face full of red man.

I miss him. but I couldn't NOT share it with ya'll.

hope ya having a good week.

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 in an odd turn of events.

mystery guy was actually Company 1!

job is done, looks great, AND I can recommend them if needed

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