it ain't that easy cleavy.

You do get enuff sleep. What you might not get is stress relief. My world revolves around 3 things. ĹexiBelle, my tow truck, the Mountain West Confederacy, and of course the Hazzard County Knytes. With that introduction, I will briefly tell you how the clubb started.

Jimmy Mac, myself, Lester Culbertson junior had just opened our hot rod shop. Downtown Hagerman Idaho 9/1978.

Now this part is important. A popular movie called the HOLLYWOOD KNIGHTS had started making the rounds  of movie  show places.

The slight change in costuming from roller skates to white go- go boots, was daring and innovative.

On a prop hunt for those boots, I saw a car. Thee car. Some ruffian had built a rough duplicate of years old Gen Lee. If it hadn't been for finding those boots there might not have been a Hazzard Knytes. The rest is history

 From go go boots to hot buttered legs in pantyhose, it's always been leggy around here. Is it a 3rd member raising thrill ? Sometimes but, mostly comediac. From the get go it's been about feet [ pheete] . Tow truck or toew truck, KTOW or Kay to(e)W. First studio outside of Hazzard was in a foot doctors office. While some say it's a bit creepy, still ìts a great way to see if a lady talent has the ovaries to measure up to, outlaw rebel Hazzard County  standards. In two weeks the Hazzard KNYTES will be 53 years old. Details of the snash party is on knytesofdixie.org 

L8R Ta8ters

The only answer to this is, a complex manager is leary about having a white, not elderly single male living here.

Just as it is, with lady missionaries of LDS following, so too it is with tax credit housing or at least this complex.
When I moved in here I was the stud of the place, the manager treated me like a king, but when her son said if you get tight with him I ain't your kid anymore the level of attraction was reduced. Wasn't that interested to begin with. Then came the little spoiled brat Nicki who tripped over an extension cord that I plugged in the liL Wolf. She called the owners and so I got my ass jumped and once I got the General out to the shop it went there as well.
Then , 

 the list of just plain crap just escalated. Was told the fuz was here past Friday or so, if they were , they weren't too interested as when I called dispatch there was no record of being here, nor what it was for. Of course, they got after two good ones, a maintenence guy, that looks like Paul Bunyan, and I see that our managers heart skips a beat when he shows up at the office. 

I have came to the conclusion, that our complex manager here is starting to get spooked on the threshold of me being the only SINGLE viral male in the complex with the majority of the residents being outside of a slim handful, being able bodied women. The fear is one of them and I might do the fandango or something. Reality? I'm too tied to do that, I don't cheat. Oh how these next 5 days are going to go all too slow, but I wished they'd go much faster as all I want to see the village of Evanston in my rearview. Not my windshield. The move here in the first place was a farce, the fat woman and her toothpick guy moving me into that trailer out at Yellow Creek Estates, second had LiL Wolf not frozen up out there and needing to be thawed out , out at Nates, I'd have never stayed long. Of course the fat lady and her hubby never told me they withheld the $600.00 that I paid to get in there in the first place. That same $600.00 less about two weeks could have allowed me to move back into  Utah, and forget this entire ordeal. Of course then came what was the original spot for the Reaper which was the old Lotty's here that for $4k a month without a booze license would not sustain itself, then came that Brittany Evans and her mother wanting me to hire her. Sorry no hire under age girl to work in a mostly MC bar. Then came the suggestion by our complex's manager's hubby that I team up with some friend of his. So I rented a shop. Not only did Lester's friend abandone me, but when it came to pony up except Rick, Joey, and Nathan, all of a sudden were always broke. Not before they tore a new hole in the shop project, both reputation wise, and both not having any idea of how to turn wrenches, nor even willing to go halves on power, phone bill, and so on. Then Rick moved in but being a bit abrasive between Ricks, father in law and I that never went well. So of course by then, LexiBelle and LiL Wolf was still needing work, couldn't respond to most calls. Add to that not being able to find any one of any gender to babysit the radio gig, here in the Lair, couldn't go anyway. Of the two, on average I catch at least 8 sometimes 10 toews, a week. Every single major auto club calls me first. Add to that at least 15 road service calls that I refer to Nate, since my service truck was down, means not only could I have made good money doing that here, and not have been such a draw on our Bishop, and/or our Ward, but could have done more business than any toew service here. Built bikes, and lived and prospered. But did the Bishop say I know someone that might could slide in and help at the shop? Nope. Of course I remember our complex manager here, her niece was interested in doing duty here in the Lair on air. Complex manager said it would work, due to her nieces lack of dependability. The real reason, our complex manager thought it might be a bit too dangerous on a personal safety level for her niece to work here in the Lair on air. Of course other events that followed and in between would have made any Confederate male corpuscle loose their mind. 
Two other things, that must be mentioned. One; For a life mate, I had to import my lady Shelly, which this village had to dang near tar and feather, so we fought alot . So twice she went home to Florida. Where was all these teasing feminazi's before Shelly, and even after? Then if not to add insult to injury to get at least one gal on air, I had to import another gal all the way up from Arizona. Really Evanston? There isn't at least one big mouth that's mature enough to venture out and help build HazzardAyre here? 
Looking back on it all, I remember when that Coradini chick was mayor of Salt Lake City was in office, some guy wrote a big editorial of how bassackwards SLC and Utah was. How bad he had it. Don't know why, but Coradini, refunded the guy, for his moving costs, business licensing costs and his shop cost, and got him a UHaul so he could move away. Too bad that all those here in Evanston who damn well hated the Knytes's as well as myself wont do that for us. $4k, to The LDS Ward, that I was part of, and me for shop, cable/internet, phone costs. I'm talking about $15k all together. 
In closing; to all those out there who might read this, do yourself a grand favor and your wallet a kindness. If your thinking of a place to plant a seed of your business, etc avoid Evanston Wyoming like the plague. Avoid The Wentworth Apartments like a serious poison, You'll be glad you did.
More in the AM.