No More Junk Mail for Me!

The deed is done. I finally did it!

Land-line telephone - gone! (a long time ago)

And NOW - Now, thanks to internet bill-pay and email, my US Mailbox is GONE TOO!

GONE!

NO MORE PILES OF JUNK MAIL FOR ME!

Now, calm down, horrified blog reader. I still have an address. The mailbox is still there. I just modified it a little.

I cut a BIG hole in the bottom of it...



....and mounted it on a trash can!



Just think of my invention as a sophisticated two-stage mailbox and sorter, all in one.

No more trips from the mailbox to the trashcan for me!

ps. Send* Christmas cards, birthday cards, love letters, and money to my office address as follows:

Stephen T. Wilson
2522 West 41st St., #310
Sioux Falls, SD 57105

* According to my mailman, packages will still be left at the front door. That is, unless they're small enough to fit in the mailbox; in which case use the above address for them too.

Thank you for the understanding.

My Answer to the Economy

No matter the time, season, weather, or economy. I intend to keep selling Cessnas.



People always used to ask me, "Steve, did you play basketball?" (because I'm tall)

Now, I'm asked, "So Steve, how's this economy affecting your sales?" (I'm so sick of this question.)

Call me naive. But, I start every day to this song!

$89! Vacation Here!

For eons, people traveled west across the land we call South Dakota.


As usual, this weekend I'm mixing business and pleasure. I'm headed west too.

Along the way with my fancy cell phone (I-90 is a very long straight road) I checked Facebook to see what friends posted and checked my email.

Sure enough, Mary Beth wrote:

Tonight is the biggest full moon of the year! Let me know how it looks from your place on the globe! SW--you especially, seeing as you are in big sky country!

Lucky me! It was about twilight. And, as Mary Beth said - the biggest, most awesome full moon appeared to the north.




Unlucky me! I had a brush with the law.

(At this moment, we were both on camera.)


"Sir, you may only stop in an emergency."

But, this was an emergency. There would only be a few short minutes to witness and photograph the rare perigee moon. "Please, forgive me."

He did. Click here to see the photos.

It got better. The twilight view of South Dakota's open prairie and badlands was spectacular. Fortunately for you, you were not along to listen to me sing the bass part to Lone Prairie over and over.

I stopped and took this movie for you though. Enjoy listening to the Lone Prairie tag with me just this one time:


I'm telling you. I really enjoyed myself. I can watch this over and over. It's hypnotic.*
(* Warning. You know who you are. ˙uoıʇɔnɹʇsuı ʃɐuıɯıʃqns ɐ s,ǝɹǝɥ⊥)

I stayed at the Bullock Hotel, downtown Deadwood, and walked next door to the No. 10 Saloon. Being alone and all, no dance partner, I invented my own fun. Me and my YouTube camera:

I sat at the doorway between the front and back part of the saloon and carded people who had already been there. (I thought this was pretty hilareous.) A couple hours later, I walked back to the hotel unscathed.

On Saturday, I visited great friends and customers while the weather turned ugly. Really, I thought it was quite awesome.


Then, it did turn ugly. That night, I had this queer dream about shopping at an open-air flea market in Pasadena. Overnight, the South Dakota Interstates closed.

It was ugly in an awesome kind of way. Interstate 90 re-opened about noon.

That's right. MINUS 15° Fahrenheit! And the wind was 40 mph.



This gas pump was actually frozen, but I did manage to pump 5 gallons in 15 minutes.





The cattle tried to find the way to the downwind side of this billboard. See, even the sign blew off.



Hmmm, I'm starting to realize why airline tickets from L.A. to South Dakota cost only $89.

Six hours later, I made it to Sioux Falls in time for Mark and Kay's Christmas party.

But, that's another story....

There Are TWO Things I Do NOT Like to Do

1. I do not like to jump into a cold swimming pool. And,

2. I do not like to give blood.

However,

1. My kids like to swim with Dad. And,

2. I have type O-negative blood.

O-negative is the blood type sent out on the ambulance and helicopter because it can be given to anyone.

I am also qualified as a "baby donor". What's special about that?

As few as 1% of adults can donate blood to small children in emergency rooms, newborn and unborn babies. The hospital needs 4 "baby donors" each week. Since the red blood cells are separated from this blood, the hospital can only accept baby donations Monday through Wednesday.

To be accepcted as a baby donor, an adult must be blood type O-negative and test negative for Cytomegalovirus. It's reported that only 7% of US adults are universal donors having O-negative blood, and according to Wikipedia, Cytomegalovirus infects between 50% and 80% of people over age 6 in the United States. The older the person, the higher the probability of testing positive.

It's nice to be wanted and needed.