Welcome to my Blog - What Is A Blog?

A blog is a personal diary. A daily pulpit. A collaborative space. ... Your blog is whatever you want it to be.

For many years I have kept a journal, which I don't write in as much as I once did. I have an inner yearning to communicate with the world through writing and pictures Part of my motivation is to leave something behind to a world that has given me so much - a mom, dad, brother, grandparents, a loving wife, high spirited and gifted sons, close friends and loyal customers. Most of us have had some help along the way to get where we are. In my 12 step program, step 12 is about giving back to others. I hope there are posts here that will warm your heart, make you smile and make you think. That is what my blog is all about. I hope you enjoy it. Ken

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Curbing Rashness - one of my character defects


When I speak or act hastily, my ability to be fair-minded and tolerant evaporates on the spot.

Being fair minded and tolerant is a goal toward which I must work daily. My 20 hour drive to Houston (and I took breaks along the way) still left me emotionally "drunk." Not physically but emotionally. I did what I needed to do yesterday to get back on the beam - slept, exercised, got some nourishment and attended a 12 step meeting last night. As things go, I have a friend, Rabbi Mordechai Grossbaum, who gave me a call, out of the blue, last night. Somehow my name came across his mental radar screen and he gave me a call - after I'd slept, exercised and eaten. We chatted for over 30 minutes. I was so pleased to hear from him! We just talked about what's been going on in our lives - as friends. How special is it when we drop what we're doing to pick up the phone, call a friend, and ask how they are doing?

At the meeting last night, the moderator talked about how his life was before sobriety: Lived in a place where you pay rent by the week, did not respect himself and others shunned him, was miserable and had no solutions to solving his problems. He came into the program, not by his own choice, but once there decided to give it a try. This guy was clean cut and wearing a pin-striped button down dress shirt, nice slacks and Allen Edmonds shoes. He has a job and life is going a lot better for him.

I only bring this up because my life is a lot more positive today than it was 25 years ago. I consider myself very, very lucky to be in the spot where I find myself. Today, my message and tone is directed at my being grateful for being able to accept myself for who I am and for the terrific friends and family in my life.

With that said, I often find myself running on a fast track - too many things to do and not enough time. Trying to cram all I can into a day. This obviously has its downside. Sometimes when I get moving too fast, it's hard to "be here now" for others. This is a character defect I need to work on. But right now, in my solitude, I'm in a place where I can look introspectively and just say to you: Your friendship is important and valued and please let me know when I do something that comes across as being rash and insensitive.

Have a great day!

Friday, September 17, 2010

Yom Kippur, Why we Fast and a Tribute to my Mother in Law
















I'm going to make this short and sweet: First of all Happy New Year to anyone observing the Yom Kippur holiday! La Shana Tova (Happy New Year)
Yom Kippur is THE most significant date on the Jewish calendar. Otherwise known as the Day of Atonement it is a day when we refrain from eating for 24 hours from sundown today through sundown tomorrow.
Why do we fast, you may ask? The short answer is so we can focus our attention on God and simply contemplate our gratitude for being here. I'm grateful for sobriety, reasonably good mental and physical health and that my wife and boys are doing well. I'm also grateful that my parents and mother-in-law and immediate family are doing reasonably well. In short, to me, it's about gratitude and a time to reflect and make amends to anyone I've hurt over the past year. So, if I've said something to offend you, I would like to make amends for my transgressions!!!

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Moving ahead: Annie's mom, Rachel Rosenberg is a survivor of the Holocaust. As she gets older (now 87) and sees less survivors are around to tell their stories. She gotten more "into action" and speaks in front of children. The note above is a thank you letter from a young girl who was moved by hearing Rachel tell her story.

Last night, Rachel spoke to a small group of men and women at an Al-anon meeting. Her story is powerful and in a nutshell here are the key points she made to the group.
  1. She lived in a small village in Poland. Her father was a cattle buyer and mother a seamstress. There were 6 children (3) boys and (3) girls. One afternoon, the Germans, along with dogs came and rounded up all the Jews in the village and relocated them to a large ghetto in Warsaw. She wanted to take a few things with her but was not allowed to.
  2. After moving from camp to camp (around four) she described her experiences at Auschwitz. She rolled up her shirt on her left sleeve and showed the group her tattoo. She lost her name and became a number. Everyone became a number and every morning there was a roll call for them to line and be counted. Some of her comments: "They would shoot you for no reason. We lost our faith because we knew there would not be a tomorrow." "We worked from sunrise to sunset and were always hungry - I was hungry for five years."
  3. Her biggest hurt: "when they took my little brother away from me and sent him to the gas chambers. It's a hurt I will never get over."
  4. A labor pool was needed to work at a munitions factory in Czechslovakia. Rachel was loaded in a boxcar and it took 6 days to get there. She doesn't remember if she was given any water but does remember at the end of the day, the guards would open up the box card and feed them a teaspoon of sugar. She had long beautiful brown hair. As she worked at the munitions factory, a German guard called her number and took her with her to a small cell. Rachel was certain this was it - she was going to be shot. Instead, after sitting for six hours, the woman guard game in with a big pair of dull scissors and cut all hair. She gave her a dirty bandana to cover her head.
  5. The conditions were horrific. "I didn't have a home for five years, was hungry all the time, and lived in fear."
  6. Liberation: "My parents and brothers had all been killed. I found my two sisters. We somehow found our way back to our small village in Poland but there was a Polish family living in our home. We knocked on the door and asked them if we could get some family pictures hidden in the basement. They let us in to get the pictures. On our way back to Czechsolvakia, somehow we lost the pictures, so I don't have any pictures of my family at all."
  7. On coming to Omaha: "We had nothing. When we came to Ellis Island, we had no money, we didn't speak your language, we had no family to claim us, no place to live, we had nothing! We were sponsored by the Jewish Community Center in Omaha where eventually they lent us $90 to rent a store where my husband, who was a tailor, opened his business. At that time we had our oldest son and all of us bought cheap cots, a small ice box and a hot plate. We had our store and lived in the basement. We hired a lady who spoke English so she could communicate with the customers. We got a big job from Boys Town. Carl and I worked from eight in the morning to ten at night sewing and fixing the clothes. When we finished, we were given a piece of paper. I showed it to a lady at the JCC and asked her what it was. She said, Rachel, you just made $250 - we're going out and finding youa house to buy! So we bought a house across the street from the store."
  8. When asked how did she survive? "I don't know how I survived - I honestly don't know."

Rachel and Carl went on to learn to speak English, they built up their business into one of the most thriving tailor shops in Omaha, raised (3) children, put them through college and re-acquired their faith in God. It's an amazing story.

How did she survive? - I know the answer . . . first let me say this - I married a child of the Holocaust and have friends on Facebook that are also children of survivors.

How did they do it? One quick example: my late father-in-law, Carl Rosenberg, author of "As God Is My Witness" made a promise to his mother that if he survived the horror of being a slave and internment and the target of sadistic treatment by the Nazi's that he would tell the world what happened. He was relentless too! Everytime I saw him all he wanted to do was keep on telling his story. I'm not sure how he did it but his experiencing so much loss caused him to get stronger and stronger about surviving. I really don't know how anyone could do it but my hat is off to any survivor from the Holocaust and from other forms of abuse.

Happy New Year!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Antique Aircraft Lands on The Road and Thinking Outside the Box





PIONEERTOWN – Famous for old West shoot-'em-up films and galloping horses kicking up dust down Mane Street, Pioneertown got an unscheduled visitor who dropped in from the sky at 9 a.m. Saturday. While en route to Big Bear from Palm Springs, a pilot experiencing mechanical difficulties used Pioneertown Road as an emergency landing strip. Calling the landing "controlled," the pilot, Dan Espensen of Palm Springs, stepped out of his aircraft unhurt.

"I was ready to cross over the mountains into Big Bear when I heard an engine noise getting louder and louder," said Espensen. "Experiencing loss of power, I attempted to reach Yucca Valley Airport."

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I call him Danny. We've been friends for over 30 years! I met him when I was learning how to fly at Santa Monica Aiport, back in the late 70's. Back then, before we got immersed in our careers and families, we'd go flying all the time and became good friends.

An opportunity arose and Danny acquired this airplane - a 1940 something Funk aircraft, similar to a Piper Cub. He bought it cheap and you might say it was a "fixer-upper" but that would be an understatement.

Soon thereafter, Danny, my brother Paul and eventually I moved out to Palm Desert for some work opportunities. Amongst his possessions, Danny rented a trailer, took the wings off his sad and neglected looking Funk and trailered her out to the desert. I'm going to estimate that it took Danny at least 15 years to get this airplane into airworthy condition. It was a complete labor of love for Danny. From what I remember, the fabric covering the wings and fuselage had to be re-covered twice (the first person he took it to used the wrong sealant and it spoiled the fabric). He had to get the airframe inspected, the cables replaced, along with many other components that make an aircraft go - engine, propeller, wheels, brakes, upholstery and flight navigation instruments. But Danny is persistent and persevered: he restored it to a level that, in my estimation, paralleled how it must've looked when she rolled out of the Funk brother's factory in Kansas in the mid 1940's.

Danny is proud of his Funk and has logged many, many safe hours flying her to different "fly-in" events that feature antique aircraft. He and his plane have been interviewed and written up in various antique aircraft magazines. It's a wonderful restoration.

So was it any surprise last week, when on his way to Big Bear, CA to meet some friends for breakfast that Danny manged to safely land his beloved airplane without any engine power? (I think not).

I believe thinking outside the box saved Danny's bacon. Before I tell you why, let me share something:

It does take some skill to fly an airplane BUT the requirements for staying "current" or put another way, maintaining an active pilots license are abysmally (very bad) low. The only requirement for staying current is a private pilot needs to pass an annual physical exam and make at least (3) takeoffs and (3) landings withing a 90 day period.

When we took flying lessons, part of our training occurred when our flight instructor would pull back the throttle somewhere over the ocean, near the Santa Monica mountains, and said, "your engine just quit, show me where you're going to land this airplane." Taken off guard, at first we're scared and then we learn from our instructor to try and find an open area. When we find it we're taught to set up an imaginary landing approach in the exact same way you'd approach an airport. There are (3) legs to make a landing. Commercial airliners embrace the same procedure. After locating the runway, you enter at a 45 degree angle and head downwind, paralleling the runway. Next, you turn either right or left, depending on which side of the runway you are approaching the field from and enter your "base leg." Your last turn is called "Final" where you're now flying into the wind and are heading straight for the runway to set up your landing. This is how it is done.

But think about it. Many active pilots, like Dan, who have been flying for over 30 years don't get re-current flight instruction - especially true when you own your own airplane. If you were renting an airplane, you'd be required to go up with a flight instructor and show him you are capable of handling the airplane and know how to navigate.

I think, many pilots, who have not had any flight training for a long, long time might forget about the "engine-out" emergency landing procedures and not thinking outside the box and facing an emergency, like Danny did, would get focused on finding an airport runway to land on.

So let's get back to Danny's flight to Big Bear. He's still climbing and he's about 6,000 feet above sea level, still climbing so he can clear the mountains to make it to the Big Bear airport that has an elevation of 6,750 feet ASL (above sea level). He has happy thoughts as he's thinking about the friends he's about to visit and all the catching up he has to do. He's thinking about his family and maybe just taking in the magnificent beauty of the desert - the deep blue sky contrasting with the tall snow-capped mountains and white desert sand below. But his thoughts are suddenly interrupted when he hears an unfamiliar rattling vibration coming from his plane. He puts his hand on the door, thinking maybe it's not closed properly. But suddenly, his tachometer drops way off and he loses power. His propeller is still turning but still he can't get the engine going beyond 400 revolutions per minute, hardly adequate to keep his plane flying.

Danny has to make a decision. He's going to land whether he wants to or not. Suddenly, his adrenaline kicks in, causing him to become extremely alert and focused - focused on his own survival. He quickly figures out he won't make it back to his hanger at the Palm Springs Airport and heads towards Yucca Valley, where there is a small airport. While slowly descending towards the earth (an airplane like this is light and glides quite well), he gets on his radio, dials in 121.5, the emergency frequency, and calls out "Mayday, Mayday." Quickly, an American Airlines pilot radios Danny back and asks "what are your intentions." Danny says, "I've lost power and I'm descending and plan to make an emergency landing at the Yucca Valley airport." The American captain squawks back, "keep it safe, good luck, and I'll radio Flight Following and let them know what your intentions are." Danny quickly squawks back a quick "Thanks," and gets off the radio so he can focus on his landing safely.

As he's descending he comes to realize that he does not have enough altitude to make it to the Yucca Valley airport. The mountains that precede the Yucca Valley airport are starting to look really big and he doesn't want to take the chance of wrecking his plane while trying to make the airport.

He's right over Pioneer Town, a city adjacent to Yucca Valley. He looks down, looking for a suitable place to land. He finds a paved highway that has a slight grade. Preferring to land uphill, to slow his plane down quicker, Danny notices there's a bunch of power lines and poles he will have to clear in order to land uphill. But on the other side of the highway, there aren't any power lines.

He decides to take this approach and goes ahead and acting as if he's going to land on a real airport runaway, visualizes the highway as the airport runway. He enters at at 45, turns downwind, then base and now he's lined up for final. On final and now at a much lower altitude, Danny sees a car travelling in the same direction as he's heading but the car is travelling faster than he. There' enough distance in front for Danny to land safely behind the car (can you imagine looking in your rear view mirror and seeing an airplane right on your tail?). Danny stays focused - as a matter of fact, the hair is standing up on the back of his neck. Totally focused, he sees a power pole and high tension wire on one side of the highway and banks his wingtip to avoid hitting it. He lines himself up and soon feels his wheels hit the smooth asphalt pavement and makes a safe 3 point landing. As he's rolling down the highway, he sees a bowling alley with a dirt parking lot and pulls over and gently applies his brakes. He comes to a safe stop. He gets out of his plane and let's out a sigh of relief. He is safe!

As he's standing beside his plane and using his cell phone to call the FAA to let hem know he's safe, a family approaches him with a couple of little kids. The little boy has the idea that Pioneer Town iss having an air show today and says "Mister, can I get a ride in your plane!" Danny smiling, looks down at the little boy, smiles and says, "Sorry sonny, not today."

I want to underscore how thinking outside the box and using sound judgement saved Danny's life. If you've ever read aftermath airplane crash accident reports, there is a high percentage of pilots who might have survived had they not been so obsessed with landing at the airport. They reach a practical point where there is no way the airplane has enough altitude and speed to make the airport but somehow, false hope kicks in and it becomes an emotional game trying to make the airport and when they fall short, many crash and either die or are severely injured.

Danny realized he wasn't going to make the field. He quickly created a plan "B" that saved his life. There are many people who say how flying a plane or riding motorcycles is so dangerous. And the truth is, there are higher risks involved than say driving a car. Still, while no guarantees on who will live and who will not, good judgement and the right attitude are two important qualities to possess.

I spoke with Danny yesterday when he told me this story. I asked him, "how do you feel?" Danny says, "It's like being alive and being able to read your own obituary."

Please help me in congratulating Danny on his unbelievable experience in losing his engine and making the right decision that has provided me with the inspiration to write this short story.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

How to Harness Unmanageably











Un-manage-ability: adjective
that cannot be managed; governable; tractable; contrivable.

Every have too many things going on at one time? If so, read on . . .


I'm and ADD kind of guy - attention deficit - needs lots of activity to keep me motivated and focused - the byproduct of my ADD is lots of debris - cluttered desk, cluttered workbench in the garage followed by frustration and then hours and hours to clean things up. Would you believe that cleaning things up on the Outside helps me feel more calm on the Inside? Yes, it's true!
So what's going on? Well, let's see: my mother-in-law is coming for Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur, the biggest holidays on the Jewish calendar. Judgement Day - Days of Reckoning - Days of Awe - A time to reflect and atone.
Every year this means a big production at the Tuvman household. Annie says the upstairs bedroom HAS to be painted and finished for mom before she arrives. Okay - fine . . . and the pocket door needs to be installed in the upstairs bathroom - okay too! In order to install the pocket door, some electrical wires need to be moved. So, Jack and Brad are here knocking out drywall, moving wires, drilling holes, making dust. I HATE being in the middle of all this stuff - YUK! Add a deck replacement (ours rotted after 20 years *wow, did I say 20 years? - getting old here - a journey, right?
Anyway, Captain Randy, his son Mitch and my younger son Isaac are pictured using an auger to drill 42" holes in the ground that will hold the deck footings. Oh yea, did I mention that buying my son a dependable Honda wasn't good enough? No, he couldn't handle the reliability of his Honda (way too boring) so he sold it and bought a 1982 Olds Cutlass - just needed a "little" work - like a starter, alternator, a new flywheel - which in admiration to Adam, he did on his own. (my dad suggested to Adam that he should take off the radiator cap and put a new car underneath it). But the latest is his transmission went out. So being the resourceful kid he is, he decides to do the repair on his own. Dad (me) suggests he take it to a store, let me front the $$ and he can pay me back for a "certified" transmission. But looking for short cuts, he finds a nicely painted transmission on Craigslist for a "good price." Kinda like the great deal a friend of mine got on a color TV back in the '80's from a guy on Adams & LaBrea - when he got home, he plugged it in and nothing came on, so he used a screwdriver to remove the back of the TV only to find a bunch of rocks on the insides!
Adam catches me off guard and wants to do the repair in our garage because the apartment where he lives won't let him work on his car there. "Sure," I said - "Just put a tarp down before you get started so you don't get transmission fluid all over the driveway." Adam says, "I will, dad."
So (3) big things going on at home - drywall/electrical upstairs, deck demoliton outside and car repair out front.
I'm outta here - I need a great escape. Thank goodness for the Airstream to the rescue. I depart only 20 minutes from home to Town & Country Campground to hole up for a couple of days. Gotta a lot of work to do and need to focus because my life is looking pretty unmanageable at home. After a day and a half of being alone, I chill out enough to come home feeling a little better. As I'm driving home I'm praying that Adam's had success putting in the transmission - please G-D let him have success with the tranny!!! I pull up and there he is - working futility trying to get the transmission in in a work area 8 inches off the ground. After three days of no success he finally throws in the towel. We get the car towed to Minnetonka Transmission where they're going to finish the job - Hallelujah!
So now the holes for the new deck have been drilled, the electrical wires have been moved - Jack's got the room patched and painted and the car is out of my driveway.
My big shining star appeared yesterday: Adam's girlfriends dad has a Chevy Cavailier he wanted to give her. After a week of pulling out the blown engine and putting in a rebuilt, Adam is successful! I take him to the DMV yesterday and we get the title transferred so now he has another car! The neat thing here is Adam, w/no mechanical training managed to put the new engine in, replace the bumper and gets the car running. There's a word to describe what Adam's done: Chutzpa - noun - Nerve, Audacity . . .
He came over last night to finish power washing the transmission fluid off the new driveway (aghh) and I help him wash the Cavalier and we put air in the tires. He wants to make it nice for his girlfriend. He uses our vacuum to clean the interior. It's getting dark - still a couple of glitches - like one headlight works and the other one doesn't. But that's another problem to solve on another day. In the meantime, I have a message for you: don't give up the ship - sometimes our toast lands "jelly side down" and everything looks dire. But hang in there - tomorrow is a new day - yesterday happened to be a "jelly side up" day. The construction guys are gone (for now), we're waiting for the bldg. inspector to sign off on the holes before Captain Randy starts building the deck and Adam's got wheels with his Cutlass being fixed! Life is beautiful :)!
p.s. there's more but enough sharing for today's blog. Go out there and make it a great day! Smile and shower your love and passion with someone who needs it! Blessings!


Thursday, August 19, 2010

Riding Like the Wind



I'm excited! Annie and I were invited to one my BMW friends cabin on Shell Lake,Wisconsin.

I'm excited because Annie came along! Riding solo is fun but having my partner along made it especially nice! Of course before heading out, we had to stop at the Hitching Post so she could purchase a new pink and white Scorpion full-face helmet with matching leather riding gloves. She wore my leather riding pants and High Vis Yellow riding jacket. I told her if she enjoyed the ride, we'd go up to Duluth, MN (Bob Dylan (near Hibbing)) to get her own Aerostitch riding suit and boots. It was a nice, sunny day with puffy white Cumulus clouds and not much wind. This followed a week of sweltering heat and violent thunderstorms!!! I only had to make one stop on the way - that was to the Minnesota Fairgrounds to pick up the photograph I submitted for the fine arts exhibition. I didn't think the picture was that great but since I'd been too busy to take the time to select the right photo, I just had one framed of a MN Winter sunset with lots of Snow in the background so I could get something entered. But this picture was not meant to be. Oh well, try better next time. One small "Kenny" problem when we picked up the picture . . . it was too big to fit in my pannier bags!!! So, being a good sport Annie sandwiched the picture between her front and my back. She held onto it until we arrived at the Petersen's place in Shell Lake (about at 2 hour ride). They were nice enough to take it home in their car. Niel is a retired engineer and holds several design patents - a real bright bulb! He's been restoring a 1940 something Piper Cub for the past ten years or so. It's near completion and Wow-Wee is it ever a beauty!!! He's been taking his time and meticulously restoring every detail so when it's completed it will be just like it was when it rolled off the factory assembly line back in the day. They invited us to spend the night. We had a good old fashioned Wisconsin dinner out in the backwoods - Walleye is what we ordered. I ordered tea and it wasn't hot so I asked the waitress if she'd bring me some hot water - she came back with a warm cup - she thought that would solve my problem - it didn't but, oh, well - sometimes you have to be a good sport! Speaking of good sports . . . how about Annie? She was the perfect co-pilot on the beemer. When we leaned right, she leaned too. She was calm and relaxed (unusual for Annie) . It was Zen-like - we were one! It was fun.
The picture of Annie and me is in front of a Cheese factory - we stopped and bought some Extra Sharp Cheddar and another loaf of Cheddar with Caraway seeds - yum - yum. That was the big MN weekend! Safe and sound - another reason to be grateful . . . didn't Neal Young sing "Long May You Ride Safely?" Thanks for reading my blog!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

I would have never purchased this duplex in East Long Beach if I'd known about:


I would have never purchased this duplex in East Long Beach if I’d known about the beer chucking family living across the street from Iowa. The clan leader is Herman Reichsmueller, aka “Opa,” who once upon a time was a hog farmer. He’s short, stocky and sports a crew-cut. He has piercing blue eyes, wears wire rim glasses, and dresses in his Big Mac denim overalls. His son Earl, lives there too. Whenever I see him, there's a blank expression on his face behind his dark green aviator glasses. He hangs out at the local Moose Lodge reminiscing of his days as a paratrooper in Viet Nam. The name “Reichsmueller” is embroidered on the front of his military issue jacket.

Becky is Opa Herman’s daughter and Earl’s sister. She doesn’t drink but is codependent. Her son Ralph lives there too. He’s a loud, obnoxious party animal. His booming Vavoom like voice makes up for his shrimpy size.

I hear the screeching of tires rounding the corner. I look outside. It’s Ralph coming home from work. He drives a well-tuned VW Bug. It's got a loud exhaust system and a white Harley Davidson skull sticker slapped on the back window. He looks focused as he gets out from his car. He’s got a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth and a twelve-pack of Budweiser under his arm as he races towards the front door. He can't wait to plop himself down in front of the TV, drink his beer, and watch South Park episodes until passing out. My wife Ann says he works as an electrician at the Naval Shipyard. Who in their right mind would trust a guy like him with live wires?
I’d never have bought the duplex if I’d known about the church bells that sound off every half hour. Did I mention the school playground across the street? The sound of twenty-one kids, screaming in unison, is eating away at my emotional foundation. And the ball wall! Why do they have to start practicing at six in the morning? I’m starting to act like Mr. Wilson from Dennis the Menace; I need my nerve medicine to calm my jitters. Help me! I’ve been plucked from my peaceful life up in West LA and plopped down in Yuhuppitsville.

I told Ann over and over that buying a place on a busy corner across from a school was a mistake. But she wouldn’t listen. She fell in love with this cute little Spanish Duplex on Orange Avenue with its quixotic arches, brown mahogany front door, pink stucco exterior, and red tile roof.

The plumbing situation is another story. I love taking showers. Every time I’m in the middle of one, our tenant Penelope, who lives downstairs with her three young kids, decides to use the water too. The thrill is gone when she turns on the washer, draws a bath, or flushes the toilet. The water pressure, flowing like a mighty river suddenly becomes a slow drip, drip, drip. If she thinks my music’s too loud, she’ll bang her broomstick against the ceiling to send the message. She even complains about our Siamese cat running around upstairs. Talk about supersonic hearing! Jeez! Just because she’s lived her for twenty years doesn’t mean she owns the place. Give me a break!

I’d never purchased this house if I’d known about the local gang that thinks nothing of breaking into my metallic blue Audi and stealing my stereo every other week. My insurance agent has stopped taking my calls. I’m sleeping outside on the upstairs deck, with one eye open. I want to catch these bastards red handed and make them pay!

That’s why tomorrow I’m setting our place on fire. I know just what to do. I’ve hired Ralph to fix a broken light switch in the kitchen. I’ve asked him to come over in the evening, after I know he’s finished his twelve-pack. I’m sure he’ll get the wires crossed.

When Ann is at school and Penelope and the kids are away, I’ll flip the switch, grab the cat, and run. Sparks will fly and smoke will fill the air. I’ll hide until I’m sure the place is engulfed in flames before calling 911.

When the fire chief asks me for my story, I’ll tell him. Shaking my head back and forth, I’ll say “I’m such a schmuck! I knew I should have never hired that no good, beer drinking electrician!”

Saturday, August 7, 2010

What is Square Foot Gardening? by Farmer Ken







Today, I want to share my garden with my friends!  I don't know why but whenever I think of the garden the Creedence Song comes to mind (which has nothing to do with gardens)
Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy
Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singin' Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door 

For years, Annie and I tried growing a maintaining a garden. It was hit and miss. One year we'd have tomatoes and zucchini and the next year, nothing was shaking. What happened was the veggies grew but the deer munched on them while we were sleeping or the soil wasn't right. Sometimes we'd have enough tomatoes to feed the city of Shorewood and other times, if we had to depend on our garden, we'd be lined up at the food shelf.

Last year, while bicycling on Madeline Island, one of the Apostle Islands on Lake Superior, we stopped to admire a woman's garden. It was fertile and overflowing with a plethora of every kind of veggie you could imagine - green and yellow zucchini, beef stake and cherry tomatoes, onions, beets, cucumbers, green beans, dill, cilantro - I mean EVERYTHING! We asked her how she did it. She told us to get a book on square foot gardening.

So we did. We had someone build us some big planter boxes that are above the ground. We had a very tall fence built, to keep out the critters and followed the instructions on how to prepare the soil.

This year Voile! We have a neat garden with lots of veggies. Anyway, just something I wanted to share! Below is more info on SFG!


Square Foot Gardening is the practice of planning small but intensively planted gardens. The phrase "square foot gardening" was popularized by Mel Bartholomew in a 1981 Rodale Press book and subsequent PBS television series. The practice combines concepts from other organic gardening methods, including a strong focus on compost, closely planted raised beds and biointensive attention to a small, clearly defined area. Proponents claim that the method is particularly well-suited for areas with poor soil, beginning gardeners or as adaptive recreation for those with disabilities.

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[edit]Basic Method

A basic, 4x4, 16-unit "square-foot garden."

The original square-foot-gardening method used an open-bottomed box to contain a finite amount of soil, which was divided with a grid into sections. To encourage variety of different crops over time, each square would be planted with a different kind of plant, the number of plants per square depending on an individual plant's size. A single tomato plant might take a full square, as might herbs such as oregano, basil or mint, while moststrawberry plants could be planted four per square, with up to sixteen radishes per square. Tall or climbing plants such as maize or pole beans might be planted in a northern row (south in the southern hemisphere) so as not to shade other plants, and supported with lattice or netting.

The logic behind using smaller beds is that they are easily adapted, and the gardener can easily reach the entire area, without stepping on and compacting the soil. In the second edition, Bartholomew suggests using a "weed barrier" beneath the box, and filling it completely with "Mel's mix," a combination by volume of one third of decayed Sphagnum "peat moss", one-third expanded vermiculite and one-third blended compost. For accessibility, raised boxes may have bottoms to sit like tables at a convenient height, with approximately 6" (15cm) of manufactured soil per square foot.

[edit]Rationale

In this method, the garden space is divided into beds that are easily accessed from every side. A 4' x 4', 16 sq ft or 120 cm x 120 cm, 1.4 m2 garden is recommended for the first garden, and a path wide enough to comfortably work from should be made on each side of the bed, if possible, or if the bed must be accessed by reaching across it, a narrower one should be used so that no discomfort results from tending the garden. Each of the beds is divided into approximately one square foot units and marked out with sticks, twine, or sturdy slats to ensure that the square foot units remain visible as the garden matures.

Different seeds are planted in each square, to ensure a rational amount of each type of crop is grown, and to conserve seeds instead of overplanting, crowding and thinning plants. Common spacing is one plant per square for larger plants (broccoli, basil, etc.), four plants per square for medium large plants like lettuce, nine plants per square for medium-small plants like spinach, and sixteen per square for small plants such as onions and carrots. Plants that normally take up yards of space as runners, such as squash or cucumbers, are grown vertically on sturdy frames that are hung with netting or string to support the developing crops. Ones that grow deep underground, such as potatoes or carrots, are grown in a square foot section that has foot tall sides and a planting surface above the ground, so that a foot or more of framed soil depth is provided above the garden surface rather than below it.

The beds are weeded and watered from the pathways, so the garden soil is never stepped on or compacted. Because a new soil mixture is used to create the garden, and a few handfuls of compost are added with each harvest to maintain soil fertility over time, the state of the site's underlying soil is irrelevant. This gardening method has been employed successfully in every region, including in deserts, on high arid mountain plateaus, in cramped urban locations, and in areas with polluted or high salinity soils. It is equally useful for growing flowers, vegetables, herbs and some fruits in containers, raised beds, on tabletops or at ground level, in only 4 to 6 inches (150 mm) of soil. A few seeds per square foot, the ability to make compost, to water by hand, and to set up the initial garden in a sunny position or where a container, table or platform garden may be moved on wheels to receive light is all that is needed to set up a square foot garden.

[edit]Benefits of Square Foot Gardening

  • Much less work. Conventional gardening requires heavy tools to loosen the soil, whereas in this method, the soil is never compacted and it remains loose and loamy. Weeding takes only seconds to minutes, due to the light soil, raised beds, and easily accessed plants. Harvests per foot of garden are increased due to the rich soil mixture, well-spaced plants, and lack of weeds produced when following Mel Bartholomew's method.
  • Water Savings. The soil mixture that is advised has water-holding capacities, so that the garden needs water less frequently, and in much smaller quantities than when using other gardening methods. Water is also spared by hand-watering directly at the plant roots, so that there is very little waste and tender young plants and seedlings are preserved.
  • Very little weeding. One benefit of this close planting is that the vegetables form a living mulch, and shade out many weed seeds before they have a chance to germinate.
  • Pesticide / Herbicide Free. Natural insect repellent methods like companion planting (i.e. planting marigolds or other naturally pest-repelling plants) become very efficient in a close space and thus, pesticides are not necessary. The large variety of crops in a small space also prevents plant diseases from spreading easily.
  • Accessibility. A plywood bottom can be attached to the bottom of a box, which can then be placed on a tabletop or raised platform for those who wish to garden without bending or squatting, or to make gardening easy for wheelchair, cane or walker users.