about
This is the part where I get to lie. I could say I’m some fabulously intelligent, deep thinking, creative individual that has decided to blog so that I can bring the world to its senses and stop all this dhimmitude, pc correctness, and lack of will.
That would be a lie.
Who I am - just an old fart who was raised right with 8 brothers and sisters on a small chicken farm where we cultivated the eggs rather than the chickens. It was a 24/7 operation 364 days of the year (we had our birthday off). But I learned a good work ethic - nothing is easy and working hard at something won’t always spell success. But you learned from the mistakes. Or at least you better or they repeat.
I grew up with lead paint, no bicycle helmet, Coca-Cola in glass bottles pulled out of a slide from a cold machine for $.15, barefoot on a gravel road, no TV for the first 14 years, 4-party lines, hunting snakes in the summer and squirrels and rabbits in the winter, traplines, and climbing trees - really big trees. And today, I’m not dain bramaged one bit.
I was raised in the south, Louisiana to be exact, right next to Cajun country. Though I didn’t know what a Cajun was until I went to high school and met my first wife, who was Cajun. The south Louisiana Acadian culture is far more proud, honest, and courageous than anything from France. The only thing I know how to speak in French are cuss words.
My posts in this blog will range from screwball politics and the morons that exhibit them, creeping dhimmitude in our American culture along with the creeping Islamic extremism trying to make it across our borders, a little science, a little humor, and other various and sundry things that may interest me and, I hope, will interest you.
I now live in small central Alabama city with no urge to live anywhere else. Things are fine here despite the world politics. The humble wife and I are raising two grandkids and watching 6 others grow up in New York state as my son, who is an Army Warrant Officer, serves in Iraq.
A friend asked what was the origination of my blog title - Buck Creek Station. In Helena, Alabama, Buck Creek flows through the town to meet the Cahaba River. Buck Creek in Helena has a storied history of coal mining, steel industry, coke ovens, and a rich landscape of old time Alabama. Still standing is the old Buck Creek Dam with some idea of the former water wheel and grist mill. The railroad station is long gone, though the rail depot remains as a converted restaurant. Thankfully, pictures from the era are many. It felt appropriate to celebrate that history. The “madconductor” tag wasn’t my idea - that belongs to my son, the Warrant Officer in Iraq - though I’m almost sure I’m not ”mad”.
If you would like to contact me on any of this, feel free to do so via email:
madconductor@buckcreekstation.com
