Satellite Television

These days we take all of those ubiquitous satellite dishes we see on rooftops and lawns across America for granted, but I can remember a time when it was just a dream for rural folks who had a hard time getting decent reception on their TV sets.

Back in the 1970′s we lived “up in the holler” in rural Widener Valley, Virginia, and to say that our television reception was poor would be quite an understatement. For years my dad spent his hard-earned money and lots of his time buying and installing all types of TV antennae and cabling, but it all came to nothing. Not only was our house located in the “fringe” area of all of the local TV signals, but it was also, well, “down in a holler” with a high hill blocking what remained of those signals from reaching our abode.

It made no difference how high we mounted an antenna or how strong the “booster amplifier” was, the only station we could watch with any satisfaction was channel 5 (WCYB out of Bristol, Virginia). And to add insult to injury, even that channel was always “snowy”.

Then one day I read in Popular Science magazine that the Hughes Aerospace company was planning to launch a series of satellites that would deliver high-quality television signals directly into homes and businesses all across most of North America. Of course this would mean an end to our reception problems, and I for one couldn’t wait.

After all, the other kids at school were always talking about the latest episode of “Happy Days” or “Charlie’s Angels”, and all I could talk about was the Major League “Game of the Week on NBC (carried by affiliate WCYB of course). Now don’t get me wrong, I loved watching big league baseball, but it would have been nice to see the Fonze and Charlie’s pretty Angels on occasion as well.

I excitedly told dad about the amazing new satellite TV signals that we would soon be able to “pull in”, but he wasn’t the least bit impressed. He said something like “I’ve tried to get a decent signal from a transmitter just 40 miles away, and you’re telling me that we’ll be able to get one from out in space! It’ll never work.” Of course work it did, and before long we had one of those massive 10 foot satellite dishes sitting square in our front yard.

And let me tell you, after watching the Skipper chase Gilligan around that tropical island through what looked like a snowstorm for years, the picture we received from the dish was absolutely amazing! Every once in a while if the wind was causing the dish to shake we would see a few “sparklies”, but for the most part the reception was “picture perfect”.

Well, dad is no longer with us, and neither are those behemoth satellite dishes that made yards and rooftops look as tacky as your average junkyard. I miss my dad very much, and I’ll never forget the ecstatic look on his face on our first day watching “satellite television”.

Reflecting on “Hog Thief Creek”

Some of my most enduring childhood memories of my dad are of the times he would drive our family down the narrow country road that followed a stream known as “Hog Thief Creek”. The name of the creek intrigued me from the start, and every time we went down that road I would ask him how it got its name. And his answer was always the same: “I don’t really know, but I’ll bet it involved a hog and a crook”.
 
Although that answer never really satisfied me, it was the only one I ever got – and to this day I can still “hear” my dad’s voice as he matter-of-factly gave it to me. Now, fast-forward some 40 years…
 
A couple of years ago when Cheria and I were looking for a house to buy, we just happened to be driving down Hog Thief Creek when we saw a “For Sale” sign in front of a nice, large brick house. We pulled into the driveway and sat there for a minute or two looking over the property, but I more or less ruled it out on my own because I thought it would be out of our price range.
 
Well, to make a long story short, we ended up buying that house, but we discovered that it didn’t sit beside Hog Thief Creek. It seems that back when Washington County set up their 911 Emergency Contact system the creek and roadway were renamed “Greenway Creek” and “Greenway Road”. But to me, we’ll always be living on Hog Thief Creek.

It might not be “politically correct”, but that’s what it’s always been and that’s what it will always be. And although I guess I’ll never know how our little creek got that intriguing name in the first place, dad’s answer to my question is just fine with me these days.

First mowing of the season

Well, it’s that time of year again. Late March is when the grass really begins to grow here in southwestern Virginia, requiring us to dust off the lawnmower and get to work. I was hoping to put off the first mowing of Spring 2008 a little longer, but after looking at my mom’s yard I knew that it really couldn’t wait.
 
I had told mom a few days ago that I would come over and mow her yard today, but when I woke up this morning the thermometer read a chilly 38 degrees! But according to Weather.com it was supposed to warm up nicely later in the morning so I reluctantly pulled my push mower out of the garage and got to work draining the stale gas from the tank and changing the oil. By 10:30 Cheria, Madison and I were in the car heading to mom’s house with the mower hanging out of the trunk of the car.
 
The folks at Weather.com had hit the nail on the head, and by the time I fired up the mower it was comfortable “shirt sleeve” weather. I spent the next hour or so mowing her lawn, then we spent a little while visiting with mom before loading the mower back into the car and heading home. And what did I notice when we pulled into our driveway? My own yard needed mowing just as much as mom’s had, so I unloaded the mower and got to work. And you know what? It was fun – rejuvenating in fact.
 
Of course after a couple of mowings it will become a “chore” again, but today’s first mowing of the season was a breath of fresh air – much like spring itself.

“Red Light Cameras” make intersections more dangerous

The premise is simple: If drivers know they’ll get an automatic ticket if they run a red light, they’ll be more careful when approaching an intersection. But that premise is also apparently flawed.
 
Study after study has shown that “Red Light Cameras” are actually causing more accidents and serious injuries than they are preventing, and a recent in-depth study conducted by researchers at the University of South Florida shows the problem to be even worse than previously thought.
 
There are two primary reasons for the failure of those now ubiquitous cameras to fulfill their lofty mission:
 
1 – More drivers are now slamming on their brakes at the last second when the intersection in front of them is actually clear in order to avoid getting a ticket, resulting in record numbers of rear-end collisions.
 
2 – Many municipalities have reduced the time that the yellow “warning” light stays on in order to generate more tickets (and revenue), causing even more brake slamming and collisions.
 
Of course these studies aren’t likely to prompt many municipalities to remove the cameras from their intersections because of the revenue they generate. But then again these types of “safety devices” and policy changes are rarely implemented in the name of safety – it’s almost always about increasing revenue.

When “Pastors” abuse the pulpit

The controversy surrounding Barack Obama’s pastor Jeremiah Wright brings to mind several questions:
 
 1 – How can a “pastor” preach partisan politics from the pulpit without prompting the IRS to strip his church of its tax exempt status?
 
 2 – How can a “pastor” stand in the pulpit and repeatedly take the Lord’s name in vain during a sermon without losing the respect and trust of his church?
 
 3 – How can a “congregation” sit and listen to such vile, filthy garbage emanating from the mouth of their spiritual leader for decades without losing their own collective self-respect?
 
At least some of the “sermons” that Mr. Wright delivered had no place in a house of worship, and after hearing the course language he used it is my opinion that Mr. Wright had no place standing behind a pulpit in the first place. A pastor’s role is to be the spiritual leader of his congregation, not a politician in disguise who uses the auspices of his church to promote a political agenda.
 
In my opinion, Jeremiah Wright did a huge dis-service to both himself and the congregation of Chicago’s Trinity United Church of Christ, not to mention the shame he has brought upon the Christian faith in general. Apparently “Pastor” Wright has never taken the time to read Galatians 6:7 – “Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.”

“Gate Ajar”

“Gate Ajar” — That’s what our 2005 Chevy Malibu Maxx tells us just about every time we start the engine now. That message means that the “trunk” lid is open, but of course it never is. I suppose it’s just the car’s electronic “brain” showing the effects of “old age” since we’re closing in on 100,00 miles.
 
But the car thinks the trunk is open nonetheless, and it simply refuses to stop its incessant beeping and nagging until one of us gets out of the vehicle, pops the trunk, and then closes it again. Never mind the fact that it’s my car, and if I wish to drive around with the trunk lid open I’ll do it, thank you very much.
 
Memo to the Malibu: I don’t need or want you nagging at me over something as trivial as a perceived open trunk lid! Now if the oil level is critically low, nag away. After all, that’s a serious situation that would require a quick resolution in order to prevent major engine damage. And if the gas tank is about to run dry, by all means tell me – I hate walking to the nearest gas station! But just because YOU think I have accidentally left the trunk lid open, that in no way constitutes an emergency.
 
Sometimes I long for the good ole days before cars came equipped with computers and Microsoft Windows, but nowadays they do so I guess I’ll just have to get used to all the nagging. Memo to the younger guys out there: You might as well just dispense with the notion of finding a wife and marry your car! After all, why burden yourself with two sources of nagging when you can get by with just one? (Just kidding, Honey…)

The first day of spring

Photo of a beautiful crocus blossom.

Well, according to the calendar spring has officially arrived, lending an air of legitimacy to the crocuses that are in full bloom in a couple of our flower beds. The tulips and daffodils have yet to blossom, but they are growing by leaps and bounds and I expect them to burst out any day now.

The arrival of spring is a much-anticipated event here in the Rouse household. Cheria and I always look forward to watching the grass turn green and the trees put on their yearly wardrobe of leaves, and even though the last few winters have been quite mild the onset of warmer weather is still just as sweet. This is our favorite time of year, and we’ll be giving our cameras a good workout in a few days.

Of course the arrival of spring also means getting the lawnmowers and weed eater out of the shed and into proper shape for a new season of “grooming”, but it’s a task that I enjoy quite a bit even though this year we’ll be mowing our 3 odd acres of lawn with gas that costs over $3 a gallon!

Except for the blossoming crocuses and greener grass, it’s hard to tell that spring is already here. But unless I miss my guess it won’t be very long before spring has completely “sprung”.

Things that make you go “Huh”?

Sometimes I hear or read things that make me scratch my head in wonder, and a few minutes ago I saw a perfect example…

On our last outing to the grocery store Cheria and I purchased a container of vegetable juice. Well, I pulled it out of the fridge this evening and poured myself a glass full of the tasty liquid, and as I stood there drinking it and eating a sandwich I noticed the wording on the label:

100% Vegetable Juice from concentrate -
With added ingredients

I stood there for a moment contemplating what I had just read, realizing that something in that phrase didn’t add up. Then it dawned on me: If it contains “added ingredients” it can’t possibly be “100% Vegetable Juice”!

I wonder if even one of the companies in the “chain” that packages, distributes and/or sells that particular brand of juice realize the absurdity of the writing on that label. Apparently the manufacturer’s graphics design and advertising staff don’t include a proofreader. It’s no big deal really, it’s just one of those things that has me scratching my head.

Comcast High-Speed Internet

Like most everyone else over the age of 10, I spent a large portion of my early Internet years waiting. I waited for what seemed like an eternity for my modem to dial in to my ISP, make a connection (usually a pretty bad one), and authenticate my user name and password. Finally, if all went well and I had made no errors entering my info, the little “connection” icon would slide into its “home” in the lower right-hand corner of the screen. Yoo-hoo, I was online…

for about 20-30 minutes, until I lost my connection or it simply froze up on me. And then there was the constant waiting for my email, web pages and any associated photos to download. I can vividly recall just sitting there staring at the screen as line by line of “content” slowly came into view. Back then the Internet was almost synonymous with Yahoo, and the Yahoo home page took forever to load!

For me, in the early days the Internet was a mixed blessing. All of a sudden I literally had a world of information available to me on countless topics and the ability to communicate via email with people all around the world in a manner of seconds. But accessing this new-found bounty was like trying to pull myself out of a tar pit without a rope.

Frustrations mounted daily, but at the time there were simply no real options for faster, more reliable Internet connections. You could choose between a local dialup ISP or AOL – period!

But then I moved to Charlotte, North Carolina for a short period where I heard about a new technology called “Cable Internet”. Dubbed “RoadRunner”, it was offered by Time Warner, the local cable television provider, and the promises they made in their ads were simply astounding: a rock-solid “always on” connection with no logon hassles or delays coupled with lighting-fast downloads that take seconds instead of minutes or hours. It was this old dial-up user’s dream come true.

Unfortunately, my stay in Charlotte didn’t last long enough for me to give RoadRunner a whirl, and once back in the hills of southwestern Virginia my options immediately reverted back to dial-up only.

Well, that brief introduction to the possibilities of Cable Internet whetted my appetite for it, and eventually Comcast began offering it in the more populated areas of the county. When I began dating Cheria, she was already using Comcast High-Speed Internet and she absolutely loved it. And after giving it a whirl myself, I quickly found out why.

With Comcast, gone were all the frustrations of dealing with the phone lines. I just turned on the computer and went right to work on the web. In a flash I could check my email, visit my favorite websites, buy and sell on Ebay… and all at a then-amazing speed of 1.5 megabits per second! Let me tell you, going from 26 kilobits per second (on a good day) to 1.5 megabits was like hopping off of a bicycle and jumping into a Ferrari!

Cheria and I have used Comcast as our Internet provider ever since, and we have never had even a single regret. On the rare occasions when we have needed it, their customer service and technical support have been superb, and they have increased both their upload and download speeds on several occasions without raising prices to compensate for it.

I have heard that the RoadRunner folks have problems from time to time, but I can honestly say that Comcast has the Cable Internet thing down pat. It’s a great service at a decent price, and in most areas its speed simply blows DSL (the phone company’s high-speed Internet offering) out of the water. Unless something changes for either better or worse, I don’t plan on ever switching to anything else.

Playing God by judging others

Mathew 7:1-2

1 – Judge not, that ye be not judged.

2 – For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.

It’s a fact: We humans love to judge others. It’s quite easy to see the faults in those around us, even when we often share those very same faults. Ever since man fell into a state of sin in the Garden of Eden, we have been afflicted with the sad desire to point out the failings of others.
 
But Jesus couldn’t have put it any clearer in this famous passage from Mathew 7. It is not for us to judge our peers. The right to pass judgment belongs to Him and Him alone, for only He has lived a perfect human life, free from the shame of sin which Adam passed down to each and every one of his descendants. 
 
Of course this admonishment doesn’t apply to the judges who have been tasked with the solemn duty to mete out justice in our judiciary system. The role of those judges is to decide cases based upon the rule of law, not on moral issues.

While many of our laws are indeed based upon Biblical and moral tenants, a good judge will base his/her decisions strictly upon the local, state and federal laws that have been enacted by our elected officials. “Judging” in this manner is essential for keeping our society running smoothly and out of a state of chaos. Judicial judging is not what Jesus was speaking of.
 
Of course when judges overstep the boundary of simply enforcing the law and venture out into the moral arena (as happens all too frequently), they are then guilty of “judging” in the sense that Jesus spoke of in Mathew 7.
 
There have been times in my life when I “judged” people for doing things they shouldn’t have done, only to realize later that I was guilty of the very same offenses. And I must say, in retrospect it always made me feel ashamed.

We tend to overlook our own failings, justifying them by telling ourselves and others that our situation is unique and deserves “special consideration”. Well, the fact is that sin is sin, regardless of our reasons for committing it. And as human beings, each and every one of us has sinned. Therefore, we have no right to judge the sins and transgressions of others.
 
So what is a Christian to do when he/she sees a brother or sister in Christ acting in an un-Christian manner? Pray about it! Ask God to intervene in that person’s life before things get out of hand. Then leave it up to Him to handle the situation since He is the only entity qualified to handle it.
 
If you still feel a need to try to help the person yourself, do so in love, not out of spite or with a feeling of superiority. Don’t judge the person, simply express your concern and Christian love for him/her and ask if there is anything you can do to help. Then, irregardless of the answer, let the person know that you’ll be praying for him/her.
 
I understand that it’s in our very nature to want to judge others for their shortcomings (whether real or imagined), but Jesus was very clear on the matter: Don’t do it. After all, each of us knows someone who once held others to a rather high standard but ended up falling in disgrace themselves. And when it happens it is never a very pretty sight.