BAGMAN

I have been poked and prodded to come out from behind my camouflage and show my "real" self. I have been on Myspace for a while now with a pseudonym name, much like alot of people on Myspace. I must admit my critics are correct that my other page is "living in the past". I have been urged to step out into the light, so to speak. Soooo, here I am. I sometimes feel I should have been born in the 30s or 40s. Maybe even earlier than that. When a mans word was all that was necessary to conclude a transaction, either business or social. A time when someone committed to doing something meant a true commitment.
I USED to be a son, a grandson, a husband, a son-in-law, a grandson-in-law, a brother-in-law, a warrior, a business owner, a productive member of society. I am NOW a father, a grandfather, a brother, an uncle, a cousin, a great friend, a tenacious enemy, a member of the "Forced Early Retirement" bunch. I am a member in good standing with: The Kansas City Barbeque Society, the GoodGuys Association, The American Musclecar Association, ASE, and a Life Member of the National Street Machine Club. I am not too keen on relationships. After the faiulure of my 25 year marriage I am just not a believer anymore. Thought about going gay but just couldn't get "into" it. LOL. Never was a big fan of one-night-stands. In fact, if I didn't feel love for a lady, I didn't sleep with her. I know that most men and more and more women look sideways at me for this, but what the hell. That's the way I feel. In truth, I always felt my most vulnerable in the nude. Therefore if I didn't feel any trust with someone, I didn't drop my guard, or my pants. I used to joke "no trust...no tryst". LOL. I am just an old fashioned guy that means what he says. Always make good on a promise. Is loyal and faithful to a fault. That's my Catholic School Survivor coming through, I guess. LOL.I knew the world had changed and left me behind the day my, then, wife announced to me that for Christmas that year we would be giving my daughter a tattoo and my son a pair of earrings!! WTF?? I asked her if she had gotten them backward. She informed me that the only one in the house that was backward was....ME!! Yeah, well, I know it is vastly different raising girls as opposed to boys. Just look at this visual aid:

Like I said I was married for 25 years. I am the father of two terrific kids, one girl and one boy. Both have grown into outstanding adults and my daughter has blessed me with a grandaughter. After I left my marriage, I also left my career as a Fixed Operations Specialist for New Car Dealerships and bought a tavern in South Kansas City. It was a medium sized establishment with a full kitchen. We opened at 9am and closed at 2am. I started my day in the kitchen and did the lunch crowd with my kitchen workers. Then at about 2pm I would start drinking at the bar until we closed. I fell in lust with my night bartender. A voluptuous lass half my age. I regained control of myself just short of financial, emotional, and spiritual ruin and sold the tavern and moved to the West Coast. I returned to the New Car Dealership business. I worked and lived in Eugene and Portland, Oregon. Then, Reno and Elko, Nevada. It was while working in Elko a tremendous medical accident took part of my left leg off. After 2 years of downward spiraling health and attitude I was deemed no longer employable and put on disability. Now I live....alone, stuck in a wheelchair.
Most, if not all, of my friends have disappeared. Crippled or handicapped people make "normal" people uncomfortable. Now, when I need a friends more than ever, I am left abandoned. Elko, Nevada is a rural, desolate city very high in the Ruby Mountain region of Northeastern Nevada. The only reason it exists is because there is a HUGE gold mine there. Medical facilities and personnel are almost non-existant, so I moved to Boise, Idaho. I was promised an entire gaggle of women friends to help me and expert medical facilities and specialists of all genres. Well, the medical promise came true. I have even resorted to bribery with very, very, limited success. Just as an example, one of these ladies I am writing about is the one that pressured me the most to start this page. She has yet to leave a comment, show "some love", or even message me. WTF??? That brings this sad story back to the strat. I am a 40s man stuck in the new milinium with the "new" rulebook. The new rulebook that states it is alright to NOT take responsibility for one's actions. To NOT feel obligations to repay any favors. To NOT feel an urgency to do what one promises. It shows me a an extreme lack of character.
HE WHO IS WITHOUT CHARACTER - IS WITHOUT A SOUL
HE WHO IS WITHOUT A SOUL - IS INHERENTLY EVIL
TIMMAY !!
I buy and sell mid 60s to early 70s musclecars. That is more for fun than profit, however. So, I have resorted to doing consultant work for New Car Dealerships. Trying to squeeze more profit from their parts, service and body shops. Brand new endeavor and you can watch me grow at www.cardogconsulting.com. I like all kinds of music. My favorites are Blues, and Rock, when I'm really depressed I listen to Classical. Mozart and Beethoven soothe the savage in me. I like my movies and television full of action, intrique, and mystery with a little History and Discovery Channel thrown in. Favorite authors are: Patricia Cornwell, John Sanderson, John Kellerman, Lisa Scotoline, and Robert Parker. If you are not familiar with their books, they are all mystery writers. I love a good mystery. My heroes are my father and my maternal grandfather. Both men taught me the value system and work ethic I have today. Any more questions?? Send me a message.