Sunday, June 30, 2019


3/28/19, Thursday, as had been known a while, the Weigel’s in our “great metropolis” closed, to be destroyed and to be reborn as the new, improved, and larger Weigel’s that there stands now, same spot. I was driving home from “the Hadean realm,” on an appropriately rainy day, to see the signs.

Well, that meant that the Appalachian Irishman had to get 100% gas (no 10% sugar for my new, ‘ol truck, just as it was with my dearly departed old, ‘ol truck) at the across the way “Exxoff,” where their one 100% gas pump stands alone, on a corner. You go in, state 100% gas fill up, leave your credit card, fill up, return, pay, and then leave. So, for the following ten times, within the context of life, so noted, I “enjoyed” filling up at the Exxoff. All dates are Saturday, unless otherwise noted.

3/30/19: after my hike alone at Norris (Dam State Park), I filled up for the first time. Argh!

4/06/19: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had out-patient minor surgery, on 4/2/19, Tuesday, to cut out a “lump of fat” (as I call it). On 4/3/19, Wednesday, I took another day off, to tend to Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, to get a 2/24/12 minor tooth patch (on lower, left, front tooth) that had popped off re-patched, as “long-suffering” wife was doing well. Afterward, I hiked My Mountain (House Mountain) #158! Well, 4/6/19 was the haircut, Tractor Supply, and get gas routine.

4/13/19: see my 4/13/19 post “Papaw Ferrell's Birthday in 1880” for other details. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was with me.

4/21/19, Resurrection Sunday: See my 4/21/19 post “Good Friday - Passover 4-19-19” for other details. In the afternoon, after visiting with the in-laws, I got gas alone. A very friendly, about my age, female employee worked the gas purchase. She tried to “up sell” me a corn dog. I declined, politely. (I’d told the in-laws, before leaving, that I needed to “hunt me a corn dog,” but I ate whatever there before leaving.) Then, she tried to “up sell” herself to me! She stated, “I can give you whatever you want,” with an eye blink! Ha! That’s the first pass any woman has given me, since I acquired bionic body parts, back in 2016! That was just funny! Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, however, when I told her, was not amused! Ha!

Note, 4/27/19, was a 100% gas purchase in west Morristown, after Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I had a fine time with three good friends and the father of one good friend. Oh, by the way, that’s the day I got a CD stuck in the CD player of my new, ‘ol truck. Anyone know how to get it out? I’ll pay money for actual help! Yes, it’s still stuck!

5/05/19, Sunday: rainy day. It was two days after the birthday anniversary of one of my good friends.

5/11/19: this was the same day that I conversed by phone with the father of the son, who mows the yard at the homeplace. That was a fine conversation!

5/18/19: It was two days after a work-a-day world wedding anniversary, number 33, for Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and me. Also, on 5/18/19, we shop vacuumed the basement and tried to patch a leaking pipe.

5/25/19: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was with me, in hunt of the prior-stated female flurter! Prior to this, we saw a good neighbor and friend, in the ICU, at a distance only.

6/01/19: This was the first day of summer! (I don’t care what you think!) Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I had a fine visit with our good neighbor and friend and his wife. He was still hospitalized but in a regular room. Then, we got gas, and Mrs. Appalachian Irishman hunted for my flurter! My flurter was there, but Mrs. Appalachian Irishman didn’t spot her. I kept my mouth shut! It was just funny! I still haven’t told Mrs. Appalachian Irishman. I don’t want her to go to jail! Ha! (If she reads this blog, she never posts a comment!) Oh, on the same day, afterward, we went to the IGA. I walked from the IGA to the nearby Dollar General, to get a beard trimmer.

6/09/19: see my 6/9/19 post “Life Changes - Hunt Down the SOB!” for more details. This was the tenth and final Exxoff 100% gas fill up day! Urah! Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was with me, after we both were at her folks. It was a cooler day, so she stayed in the truck. My flurter was there again! Ha!

Now, see my 6/15/19 “Gas Update!” post. 6/29/19 was my third of an unknown, ongoing number of 100% gas fill ups at the new and improved Weigel’s! Life rolls on! Oh, by the way, my flirter doesn’t work at the new Weigel’s! Ha!

Oh, by the way, my calendar says that 7/1/19, tomorrow, is “Canada Day.” What the heck it that, and why the heck is it on my “At-A-Glance” paper calendar? Ha! Also, as a future reference -- only God knows the future, and he keeps the details secret -- from 7/4/19 – 7/7/19, I have a four-day “retirement” plan. Ha! Let’s see what happens!

Saturday, June 29, 2019


On this, it’s hot, it’s dang hot, late Saturday afternoon, you have my post! Ain’t it great!

Today, I did the usual trash hauling, hair cut (a week early), good truck wash, Tractor Supply, get gas, etc. stuff. It’s the usual mundane whatever.

In the mundane context, there are three points of humor. First, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I have the dubious “joy” of providing PRN doggie daycare, for daughter of sister-in-law’s dogcat. It’s a little dog that acts more like a cat. That dogcat isn’t sleeping here over night again! The only time it did, 3/22-23/19, was far too traumatic for Molly (our fine, good, regular dog) and us!

Second, a good friend in Arkansas finally figured out that he should reply to my reply to his last e-mail. My reply was barely over a year ago. He’s figuring out the details. I won’t wait a year until I reply to him. It’s just funny! A year, as in a life, is just a blink of an eye anyway. No worries, my good friend!

Third, I sent an online message to a local radio show host, whom I do respect as a fellow Christian, regarding the name of his Sunday TV show. The name is “Anything is Possible.” For fun, I quibbled with him that the show should be named “Anything that is Possible is Possible,” since the logically impossible is not possible! Oh, just do some research into the classic moral argument for the existence of the God of the Bible or into the atheist’s argument from the so-called problem of evil, which can be turned around on an atheist into an argument for the existence of the God of the Bible.

I would go into more theological and logical detail, but it’s about 5 PM, I’m hungry, and sister-in-law just now arrived to pick up dogcat! (By the way, the font stupidity is the fault of the website, not me!)

Thursday, June 27, 2019


This is a follow up to the “millions” that I “know” are reading this blog. Ha! 6/26/19, Wednesday, well, the atheist show was on again on the local TV channel. We (Mrs. Appalachian Irishmen, Molly, and I) watched (well, Molly wasn’t too interested). The usual boring dribble started. I almost changed the channel. Just in time, a guy called in! He asked, regarding my 6/19/19 call in to the show and debate challenge (6/23/19 post).

The guy questioned the two atheists – the older one, to whom I’d talked (6/23/19 post), and the other, younger atheist. He wanted to know the status of my debate challenge. I listened, in glee, as the older atheist squirmed and made various points of reply. It was grand to watch a caller wonder why the older atheist hasn’t taken the next step yet! The caller was my “devil’s advocate!” Ha!

Well, at this point, I’ve had no further response from the older atheist. I doubt that I’ll receive one! Who knows? If my “bionic” body and I can and want to surprise the atheists at their local, weekly gathering spot that I know, I will!

My purpose will be to help the atheists toward theism, eventually, to bring them to salvation through Jesus, by God’s grace.

Let’s see what happens!

Sunday, June 23, 2019


The Challenge Status

6/19/19, Wednesday: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I are home -- after my “rich, full” work-a-day and after her final day of a two-day unpaid “training,” during her summer vacation from work-a-day world.

We’re relaxing, with Molly on couch between us. Channel surfing found the usual, Wednesday, local access channel, with the atheist show on live this time!

Knowing me as I know me, I had to call in, again. It’d been a few months since last call in. I cut to the chase. I offered to engage them in a public, formal debate, with details to be of mutual agreement. Off the air, I swapped e-mail and phone numbers with the main atheist. To my surprise, he called about 9 PM, for about a 20-minute conversation. He seemed interested. He stated that he would post feedback requests from his group, on their websites (one on Farcebook, the other an actual site).

I expected to receive an e-mail from the man or, at least, to see where he’d posted his feedback requests on the websites. As of this entry, 6/23/19, in the evening, I have had no further contact from the gentleman, nor have I seen any website postings.

We’ll see what happens!

Age “6” Birthday Surprise!

On 6/21/19, Friday, the wife of a good friend, who is also a good friend, attained the age of “6.” (That was one day after my oldest sister-in-law attained Sammy Hagar age. Figure out the song!) Well, today, we joined many others for a surprise age “6” birthday party for her! A fine time was had by all!

One only attains age “6” once in a lifetime! Celebrate! We did! (Sorry, no photos taken for show.)

Sunday, June 16, 2019


On Granny Wood’s birthday anniversary (1901) and Father’s Day, I got #159 done! (Hike #23 with “bionic” body parts.) I told you that I would! Ha! Enjoy the photos. Oh, I didn’t take a photo, as usual, of my new ‘ol truck. I was distracted, on leaving, by a young man from Alaska. He was using my passenger side truck windows as a mirror, to do whatever he was doing, to get ready to hike. Nice young man. Alaska has winter. Russia has winter. I don’t recall, exactly, when we had a winter, a real winter, here! Ha!

It’s the usual west bluff photo, with my trusty canteen in the shot. (Ok, dang it, this website crap is using an old photo. I can’t stop it! Ha!) I made the hike up in 33 minutes. Well, before the “bionic” body parts, on a warm day, 25 minutes would be okay. My usual time is about 30 minutes now, with “bionic” body parts. The heat and wiping sweat slowed me down a bit.

This is the middle bluff, looking west/northwest. You’ve seen similar photos before, as I have taken many. I had a good breeze to cool me off. This view is for you, Granny Wood!

I hiked west trail, across the ridge east, to the middle bluff. I decided to hike the reverse, coming out. This is the same west trail bluff, where you saw my canteen before. I have to take a different route every now and then! Ha!

Saturday, June 15, 2019

6/15/19 GAS UPDATE!

My one brain cell had a concussion, on 3/29/16. That’s my excuse, at least! Ha! Biggest news of the day today is that the Weigel's Store in our thriving “metropolis” has been open since Wednesday! The old store was destroyed, and a new, bigger, better store is now open. I bought 100% gas for my new ‘ol truck today, for the first time since the old store closed and was destroyed! The across the way Exxoff won’t be getting anymore of my acquisition of 100% gas from their hard-to-get-to little pump! It’s progress for our little
“metropolis!” (I found this photo, from their website, taken on 6/4/19, while work was still in progress.)


6/15/19 UPDATE

6/10/19, Monday

Mrs. Appalachian Irishman is the eldest of three sisters. On this date, my middle sister-in-law found Sun Drop in 12-ounce cans, in 24-can sleeves, at Food Crappy! Wow! The local IGA had been stocking them, but quit, despite my complaint. Ok, so Food Crappy is the place to get Sun Drop again! I drink a Sun Drop, oh, about every other week or so! I now have two 24-can sleeves of Sun Drop! That should last me several months!

6/11/19, Tuesday

My paternal grandmother passed on to the next life, on this date, in 1971, after my paternal grandfather did so, on 11/21/70. I remember.

6/12/19, Wednesday

The eldest daughter of my youngest brother and his wife attained the teenage age of 13! They, all four, including their younger daughter, celebrated a few days at the beach! Good! They needed some fun family time! (Oh, the SOB is still not found – yet. See my 6/9/19 post.)

I am the oldest of four brothers. On the same 6/12/19 date, my next-to-oldest brother sustained an at-home injury. He’s alive. He is, at least at this entry, still in the hospital, but he may get out by tomorrow, Father’s Day. That’s good.

6/16/19, Sunday, Tomorrow

6/16/01 was the birthday of my maternal grandmother. One could not have had a better grandmother! On 8/12/91, she joined her husband, who preceded her, on 3/14/83. I conducted her funeral and graveside services. Oh, my maternal grandfather was born on 9/4/01. I remember all the family fun, joking about how Papaw married an older woman! (Oh, again, Mom and Dad married on 9/3/59, one day before Papaw’s birthday anniversary.)

6/16/16 was the day that I took my first (3 only) steps, on a rolling walker, after having recovered well enough to do so, from the 3/29/16 damage that I sustained.

6/16/18, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I purchased mulch and other items at a nearby get-that-stuff mega store. I enjoyed using my still recovering (slowly) right foot and knee and my still recovering left shoulder, to move and carry the mulch!

6/16/19 is Father’s Day and the anniversary of my maternal grandmother’s birth. If I have power in my body, you will see what I do tomorrow, with photos!

Sunday, June 09, 2019


I didn’t mention this before. 5/19/19, Sunday, the “longsuffering” Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, two sisters-in-law, niece, and I ate lunch at “O’Chuck’s,” for our 5/16/19 work-a-day 33rd wedding anniversary. Just after we left the house, a fine neighbor man, age 70, in good shape and health, had a major, no prior symptoms, heart attack! He lived. He returned home, on 6/2/19. Good! He’s still here.

5/27/19, Memorial Day, Monday, I called a fine Hawkins County neighbor, age 70 also. He’s dealing with an upcoming, 6/17/19, surgery that should correct his problem. May it be so, Good Lord!

Same 5/27/19 date, I called youngest brother. He’s sickly. 6/1/19, Saturday, I called him again. He had, and is still dealing with, double pneumonia! 101.9-degree fever still! He’s had all the missed work, doctor appointment “fun,” but getting better. Good!


After my two, Saturday, 6/1/19, posts, the next day, on Sunday, 6/2/19, late in the afternoon, my youngest brother's wife and two girls were almost home from an errand. (Youngest brother was still recovering at home.) A SOB -- tall, thin, white, short-haired, male (not a man) -- driving the white Ford POS (piece of $%^&), was in their northbound lane, at an “S” curve. The SOB hit them head on! Airbags deployed. The three family members sustained relatively minor airbag injuries. The SOB got out and took off running, to hide. He’s not been found yet! The highway patrol, hopefully, is still trying to find him. He was driving someone else’s car.

The Morristown Citizens Tribune newspaper and the WCYB Bristol, Virginia, TV station, via their websites, had articles. The Rogersville Review, as of this date, has no article yet. Way to go, hometown newspaper!

In the backwaters of the Internet, this is my way of getting out the word! Look for a, see prior description, SOB! If you see him, call the highway patrol or 911! The SOB should be dead! I have no forgiveness. The Good Lord has no forgiveness. He could be forgiven, by all, IF he would man up, turn himself in, ask for forgiveness, and serve his time!

Ok, I’m done. Good evening. Life rolls on, such as it is.

Sunday, June 02, 2019


Here’s another for 6/1/19. I think it was in 1998. The “long-suffering” Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I were in our 5-year (1994 – 1999) mission work in Russia. While in the USA, on our annual around Christmas time visit, we met the new preacher and his family in my hometown. The daughter took an interest in being a mission intern with us. She, and other college students, became summer mission interns. A young man and she “lell in fove,” as Archie Campbell would say, during their time with us in Russia and afterwards. Well, the two married. They did a bit more mission work in Russia, but they ended up as missionaries in Fiji, where they, with their four sons, still serve today.

On 5/18/19, her husband e-mailed several, including us, that his father-in-law had passed on to a better world. After a few e-mails back and forth, on 6/1/19, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman called the daughter, whose father had died. I talked with this now fine adult, wife, mother, and missionary also. Just over two decades have passed. Connection, by e-mail, has been in place, on and off, for all these years. It was good to connect by phone, while she is still in the USA. She is heading back to Fiji soon.

At some point, may it be soon, Lord, there will be no sorrow, loss, or separation. Won’t it be grand?

Saturday, June 01, 2019


Well, 6/1/19 is the official start of summer; even though, it’s been hot, dang hot, since 5/19/19. I follow the Russian way of counting summer starting on 6/1/19. It’s my way. Get over it! Ha!

First photo. 5/5/19, sister-in-law, Stacy, wife of Doug, my youngest brother, and fourth son of Earl and Betty (Wood) Ferrell, took a photo of new flowers at Mom and Dad’s gravesite. Good!

Second photo. Ariel Ferrell, oldest daughter of my youngest brother, and his wife, Stacy, is in this photo of a good middle school basketball team! Urah! Roll on! Good job!

Third photo. This is the man’s (my) bathroom. The Timex travel clock is the black item on the right. I replaced the AAA battery, to keep it running, on 5/28/19! It had been so long, for a new battery, that I figured “might as well get a new travel clock!” Ha! New battery installed. Clock still works! I had a great moment in time! Timex takes a lickin’ but keeps on tickin’, like me! Urah! Rock-n-roll! Git ‘r done! Oh, the other stuff is: two of three radios. I can switch between news/talk, classic Rock, and supposed to be classic Rock (with Disco crap sometimes), while getting cleaned up, in the morning, for the work-a-day world. The other stuff is Mrs. Appalachian Irishman’s beach or candle stuff that I allow in my bathroom. Ha!

Final photo, 5/30/19, Thursday. This is an example of one of many “fly killin’s” that I’ve done over decades! This one is a goner! I remember, over a decade ago, having a “fly killin’” contest with my youngest brother, Doug, at the homeplace, in Rogersville. I killed 22 flies in one day! I think that was the record! Ha!

Well, Rock-N-Roll thru life the best you can. I’m still here, unfortunately. My permanent, much better, home awaits me. Git ‘r done! Roll on! Urah!
 (Oh, the web-based software will NOT make the font size match. It's not me! Ha!)