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From City to Country: Secrets Your Realtor Can’t and Won’t Tell You

My name is Jim. I am a grandfather many times over, and recently (in 2012) upgraded my status to great-grandfather, and I grew up in Baltimore, Maryland.

A true city-boy, I was born in Baltimore in 1957 and raised in the neighborhood of Hampden until 1973 when I was “volunteered” for military service at the ripe age of 16. A Christian child, I was in the same church every Sunday from infancy until a bout of family violence cut those roots free. This experience would make a few future transitions much easier, but there was no way for me to see that silver lining at the time.

As one of the many disposable kids in Baltimore I first experienced homelessness at the age of 14, and quickly became a trouble magnet.  Soon subjected to the city’s “three strikes” rule, local authorities decided that training this angry child to properly kill strangers would be far more beneficial than high school, and that the then-current “Clean Slate” program would be the platform on which I could build a new life as a productive adult, assuming that I were to survive this incarceration option, that is.  Despite the flawed logic, the end result of dropping said child into that meat grinder was indeed a responsible and rather productive adult with a solid work ethic, none the less. Go figure.

After the service I bummed around Miami for a year or so; homeless once again, but this time on warm beaches instead of cold city benches. When this vacation was over, I returned to Baltimore to find work and settle down, to begin that adult life.  Veterans had a tough time finding great jobs at the time, but I was lucky enough to eventually land a decent local manufacturing job, and I remained in Baltimore where my wife and I bought two houses and raised 6 children, mostly in the same neighborhood where we began, until 1999 that is.   That was the year that we, after playing with the idea for far too long, decided to pull up our lifelong city roots and move to Wild and Wonderful West Virginia, just an hour-or-so away via I-70, but truly worlds apart socially.

“Things turn out best for those who make the best of the way things turn out”    -John Wooden

Being a trucker at the time gave us the flexibility to move to another state without leaving all sources of income behind, and where we chose to start hanging our hats is Martinsburg, in the eastern panhandle. The unique location is within minutes of four states, and only 15 minutes from one of my company’s local drop-yards, where loads moving up and down the east coast are exchanged.

We had visited the area a few times past for the fishing and mountain views, and the small town feel had charmed us from the start.  Martinsburg is loaded with history and friendly folks, most of whom are the result of generations of hard-working farming families who had enjoyed a simple and fulfilling life in the same small town. Unlike Baltimore, houses were not sold but instead property was handed down through the generations. People were raising their family in the same inherited house that their great-grandfathers had built, which is a romantic concept of personal security that a city-boy can barely imagine. By the second Summer visit we were in love with the idea of maybe moving there one day, and in september of 1999 that one day came.

  “Your best days are waiting just outside of your comfort zone”    -Reverend JB Stran

Now, despite the vast amount of respect that I feel for the majority of the local life-long residents of Martinsburg for their work ethic and simple country roots, there are a few things that most city folks will need to prepare for and hopefully adjust to. Like I said: Socially they are worlds apart, and what most natives consider normal behavior many others could consider quite rude and even hostile, albeit unintentionally.

First and foremost is the Staring.  I was warned by a friend that I wouldn’t last a month in Martinsburg before I was locked up because, as he put it, “a redneck will watch paint dry”. I admit, this one does stir my blood on occasion, but mainly because where I come from, staring at someone is how you pick a fight. It’s widely considered a hostile gesture that will inevitably cause a violent reaction more often than not, and many a dumbfounded person has been beaten and even stabbed over this misunderstanding.

Around here however, that is simply not the case. Quite the opposite, actually…but it took me years to finally realise this.  For many locals, staring at someone is part of the social handshake. Being rather lacking in the art of greeting strangers in a genuine manner and starting a real conversation, many local residents simply stare at you and wait for you to initiate contact. They don’t mean anything hostile by this method, it is simply the way it has always been done. The lack of a smile when we make eye contact is the biggest hurdle to getting comfortable with this.

In a place of low population where everyone knows everyone else, any outsider is a potential threat to their family and stability. This is part of the small town mentality that thrives in thousands of wonderful little places throughout America, and for the most part it’s part of the charm. In many of these communities, there will inevitably be a group who are overly defensive and therefore unstable, when faced with “outsiders” who think or live differently than the local norm.  Much like the cavemen who climbed the nearest hill to throw rocks at the moon, these few will perceive a threat regardless of your intentions, and you can only hope to eventually warm them to you…but to these few, you will never be a local. Better to just accept it and move on.

For most places that are subject to the small town mentality, there is a wide undercurrent of social insecurity that affects many of the residents and makes them suspicious of strangers. They tend to hold back, and wait for you to show your intentions before they extend a hand. Maybe this comes from their farming roots, and has simply been extended to people as well as strange animals, but the final result is something that we in the city consider to be extremely rude behavior. So, try to be a bit more patient with this than I have been.

There are always exceptions, and hopefully you will find a few of this type of new friend to make your transition easier. I have come to know a few who stand head-and-shoulders above the rest, and whom I consider a genuine friend.

Conversation, or more to the point the lack of it, is the second thing that will require an adjustment from most city folks. You know how it is: We spend a lifetime being real, and have no problem just speaking right up with a total stranger at a bus stop about local events, a recent news story, or whatever is on your mind at the moment. We know better than most people that communication is the easiest thing people can do: You just open your mouth and tell the truth.  This type of honest communication was something that I was known best for, and while a few expected me to choose kind words for their benefit, my friends and family have always counted on me to tell them the truth.

At least for the first few years as a stranger in a small town, this aspect of city life will likely be put on hold.  The real truth isn’t very popular in small towns, because being nice will always take priority.  For my first few years here, when I started opening up and speaking honestly with local folks, they just stared at me like I was growing a second head before their eyes. I was told, “We don’t do that around here”, meaning that I was only expected to drop some generic statement and keep moving. Another person that I was becoming familiar with told me, after a brief chat that included some honesty on my part, that I was “the meanest person he had ever met”. Clearly, a lifetime surrounded by too much niceness for the sake of nice has left many locals with virgin ears.  After a period of adjustment, I’ve put most attempts at conversation and getting to know my neighbors on hold until one of us has evolved.

When seeking new conversation friends, the first thing to watch for is those people who don’t employ “bar speak” as their primary conversational tool. Bar speak is far too common around here, and frankly I find it both rude and annoying after the second instance. Unfortunately, there are still many who are only able to not communicate with me in this form after ten years of association, which is quite sad to say the least. Truth be told, I tend to avoid anyone who chooses to hold me at bay with this tactic, since that seems to be what they are after.

Bar speak is that generic, rather pointless communication tool that one uses as they pass through a bar on the way to a seat. When you make eye contact with a stranger, you offer up some empty nugget like “some weather, huh?” or “How you doing?” as a form of social handshake. Here in Martinsburg however, this is unfortunately the primary conversational tool of way too many folks. Like superheros with a favorite catchphrase, they walk around all day throwing out the same 3-word/3-syllable nonsensical phrase such as, “Whaya think?”, “Whaya know”, “Gotta Love it”, and “Havin fun yet?” , apparently in the hope of a response of similar mindless repetition. I honestly have no idea how to respond kindly to something so impersonal and outright rude, that most of the time I just wait for them to say what’s really on their mind, or just walk away.  This is mainly because what I actually heard was “I don’t want to talk to you, but I felt obligated to speak, and now I don’t have to.”  In the interest of peace, I generally ignore this type of nonversation and respect their wish to avoid getting to know me.

“When you have nothing genuine to add to the conversation, it is always best to say nothing until you do.”    -Emily Post, the Good Manners Handbook

Should you be lucky enough to be a people person, then a third adjustment will not be required. For the rest of us however, there is one final difference that will cause some discomfort and eventually force you to alter your social methodology.  Another big part of the small town mentality is the lack of social boundaries you will see in many locals. Because everyone knows everyone else, they also know the families, and a few secrets that they protect because “that’s just the way it’s done ’round here”.

That old saying that keeps the peace in most cities, “Tend your own garden” simply doesn’t seem to apply to most small town folks, and they have no problem asking for the details of your personal life without regard for personal privacy. Privacy in fact is an illusion in most small towns.  Everything is personal, and they take everything personally, including your need for privacy. If you answer their personal questions, you violate your own code of conduct, and if you don’t answer then you have offended their way of life. It’s a bit of a no-win for a lot of city folks who are seeking the space and freedom of movement that country life is offering.

In the city, if you go to the bathroom at 2AM, you can bet that someone knows about it. Personal privacy simply doesn’t exist when the houses are mere inches apart, which is why it becomes so vital when changing to a rural location. Now again, if you happen to be a people person then you may enjoy this aspect of rural life and consider it just another of the local charms.

In summary: I have met some fine and respectable people here in Martinsburg, and they have been more than patient with my extended period of adjustment. There are still many adjustments waiting to be made, just as there are a few that I will simply refuse to make, because tolerance has to go both ways otherwise it’s little more than me being molded, and I simply don’t accept the idea that I was socially broken, and that becoming more Martinsburg will fix me.  You will likely come to a similar conclusion.

≈ Postscript ≈

Your Mileage May Vary.  Objects May Be Closer Than They Appear.  Batteries Not Included.

The above piece is based on personal experiences, and is in no way intended to become your template for a transition to country or city life.

I’ve included the first 2 paragraphs of personal data to clarify that in some ways, I am not your typical American adult, and it should be clear that  my background and personality will inevitably alter the final results of this transition to a different social setting, as will yours.

Never prejudge any group of people before taking a reasonable amount of time and effort to get to know them as individuals. Some of the finest people I have ever known started as seemingly hostile strangers, as it was just part of their defense mechanism. The kindest people are often hurt the deepest, and must therefore develop an effective defense system in order to maintain their personality.  So, be kind to your new neighbors. Nice is an option…but always be kind.

2015  JB “Pop” Stran  All Copyrights apply. No reprint without full link intact.

Veteran Suicides: Do You Really Care?

To quote a recent story on the Komonews site on the death of a young soldier who hung himself after being picked on:

“More soldiers are killing themselves each day than dying in combat. That right there says that something is very wrong with the system right now, of (the) mental health care in the military.” – Army veteran Josh Simpson.

Seriously?

Sounds like so much finger-pointing to me, over some self-pity gone awry…and I’m pretty sure the last part of that statement, “mental health care in the military” is an oxymoron.

I don’t deny that war is stressful…but how did the high-tech fighting we employ today become more stressful than the low-tech methods employed during the last three (count ’em, 3) major conflicts?

Soldiers in Viet Nam slugged through swamps and mud searching out a deeply entrenched enemy who employed an elaborate tunnel system and guerrilla techniques that American soldiers were poorly equipped to handle, not to mention some of the cruelest methods of killing ever imagined, all up-close and personal.   POW camps that specialized in torture of prisoners also had a knack for making their guests disappear. For ever.

A great many veterans dealt with drug addictions and PTSD when they returned, only to find that their home nation had turned their collective backs and refused to even acknowledge their existence. Only after a few of them demanded it by climbing a tower with a sniper rifle to display his new set of skills did America begin to ask the right questions, and feel a little empathy for the suffering.  These vets learned quickly to keep mum about the whole experience; Many have never told a war story, and never will…but we are not nearly as strong as our fathers.

Our fathers returned home after WWII as heroes, and were assimilated into the social culture like they had never left…Jobs and mortgages were waiting for them like so much fruit on a tree.  They kept their nightmares a secret, and they filtered the war stories around little ears.   My own father was a Golden Gloves boxer who watched his brother’s ship go down at Pearl Harbor while fighting to save his own and survive the Japanese attack.  He had a third grade education, his first full-time job at 9 years old, and by 15 he was feeding his seven brothers and sisters as a street-fighter on the docks of Baltimore…and he never whined about his luck, or pointed a finger, or shed a tear.  These veterans became the new definition of “Tough Guys” …but they were not nearly as tough as their fathers.

Our grandfathers?  Fought through WWI with ridiculously-slow rifles and very busy bayonettes.  Same basic story; Blood & Guts, Heroes, jobs, families, and the same tight lips that keep ships afloat.  No bullet-proof Hummers for these guys. They worked hard, most starting as young as 7, all day long in mills and shipyards for little pay. They worked miserable jobs in deplorable conditions…and they too, hoped to be as strong as their fathers.

Was fighting a war easier in the past 100 years, before the advent of remote-controlled bombers, guided missiles and smart bombs?  Obviously not. So what’s the real problem here?

Single moms, for one.  Whiny, privileged, entitled brats who believed that joining the Army will do for them what their absent father didn’t, and their sainted mom couldn’t: Turn them into men. The problem with this theory is that these apron-stringers never really considered that anyone would ever ask them to earn their own manhood, and then the absolute worst possible scenario becomes reality:  The TI* he has a father-figure crush on doesn’t return his affections, and now there’s No One is around to kiss his boo-boos.

*(TI= Training Instructer, ie: The boot-camp life-coach whose job is to break momma’s baby out of his shell and convert him into useful government property)

In case my warped sense of humor is pushing the point past you, here it is in a nut-shell:

The problem of veteran suicides is not based in the fact that wars have gotten harder (the opposite is true, in fact), but it’s simply that America’s young men have gotten softer.

Not all young men mind you…but so many of them have, that those too weak to stick around are being considered an “epidemic”.

I admit the possibility of course, that the Army has managed to make fighting too easy, which is simply feeding the already rampant sense of entitlement that the young men felt before enlisting. They were promised rides in Hummers and video games that kill people they’ll never have to see…and then someone burst that bubble by asking them to get their hands dirty.

Let’s not forget this misguided and pointless pseudo-patriotism nonsense where we automatically label every kid who joins the service a “hero”.

Reality Check:  The vast majority of new recruits joined the military for two basic reasons; First because they needed a job, and Uncle Sam’s Army was the only job they could qualify for. Second, because they needed a job, and their options came down to flipping burgers or wearing a uniform. Every kid in a uniform is not a hero, any more than every mailman is a hero.   A small percentage actually joined for the status, maybe because high school was rough and he wants to learn how to kick some ass, or because there’s a girl back home (or a father) that he wants to impress.

You were sold this “We Love Our Heros” media blitz after 911 because recruiting for a war on foreign soil is a tough sell, and this Pentagon-based marketing plan worked pretty well. Too well, actually. The kids who signed on to be heroes began to believe their own hype…but there’s no tickertape parades, no million-dollar contracts with NASA or the Donald waiting for them. It’s as if they had simply done a job they were paid for, and now the job is over…Because that’s exactly what just happened.

We paid for their training. We paid for their food, housing, transportation, equipment, and in many cases we even paid for their mistakes. We gave them a paycheck** on top of all that…but now the job is over. Move on.

**Do I think they were paid fairly? Hell to the No. Soldiers with families should make a livable wage so that their children do not have to know what food stamps are, but that’s a subject for another day.

Remember those forgotten laws of nature, like Natural Selection and the Law of the Jungle?  Who are we to argue with Nature?

I submit to you that if these men had not joined the military, they would have simply found another excuse for their own weaknesses, and therefore the fact that he was wearing a uniform when those faulty thought processes caught up to him does not automatically make the military to blame.

So, veterans are taking their own lives in record numbers. Do you really care?

I’m not sure that I do.

>  JB.

Airborne IED buster may be flying soon over Afghanistan – Afghanistan – Stripes

NAPLES, Italy — Marines in Afghanistan may soon be aided in thwarting homemade bombs from an ally in the sky.

The Marine Corps is in the final stages of integrating a pod onto the AV-8B Harrier II that will allow it to jam radio frequencies used by insurgents to communicate and remotely detonate improvised explosive devices.

The Intrepid Tiger II pod also is to be installed on F/A-18 Hornets and eventually on helicopters, Lt. Col. Robert Kudelko, electronic warfare requirements officer for Headquarters Marine Corps’ aviation branch, said in an email.

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The Corps also has a modified pod that can fly on the RQ-7 Shadow unmanned aerial vehicle, he said.

In the air, a pilot controls the pod and can cycle through different frequency settings, depending on the mission and the needs of the ground troops being supported, Kudelko said. Ground operators will also be able to control the pod, while using signal detection and analysis equipment.

The IT II pod costs less than $600,000 per unit and will allow jets like the Harrier to potentially conduct surveillance, close air support and electronic warfare operations all in one mission, according to officials.

via Airborne IED buster may be flying soon over Afghanistan – Afghanistan – Stripes.

Superfast military plane hit Mach 20 before crash – Technology & science – Space – Space.com – msnbc.com

A superfast unmanned military plane traveled at 20 times the speed of sound and managed to control itself for three minutes before crashing into the Pacific Ocean in a recent test, military officials said.

The prototype Falcon Hypersonic Technology Vehicle 2 (HTV-2), billed as the fastest aircraft ever built, splashed down in the Pacific earlier than planned on Aug. 11 shortly after launching from California’s Vandenberg Air Force Base on its second-ever test flight.

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The HTV-2 experienced some sort of anomaly, prompting the vehicle’s autonomous flight safety system to guide it to a controlled splashdown, according to the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA), which oversaw the flight.

Despite the problem, the aircraft reached speeds around Mach 20 (about 13,000 mph) and was able to control its flight for several minutes, officials said. [ Photos: DARPA Hypersonic Glider’s Mach 20 Test ]

via Superfast military plane hit Mach 20 before crash – Technology & science – Space – Space.com – msnbc.com.

Did a New Taliban Weapon Kill a Chopper Full of Navy SEALs? | Danger Room | Wired.com

The passengers and crew of the twin-rotor CH-47 Chinook helicopter probably never saw the rocket hurtling towards them. The explosion and fiery crash in Wardak province in eastern Afghanistan early on Saturday morning killed all 38 people aboard the lumbering chopper.

For U.S. forces, it was the bloodiest single incident of the 10-year-old Afghanistan war — and possibly a sign of the insurgency’s continued ability to introduce new weaponry. The attack is also a chilling reminder of the vulnerability of the United States-lead coalition’s indispensable helicopters. “Shock and disbelief,” is how one official characterized the reaction inside the military.

The dead include: five Army crew members, 19 U.S. Navy SEALs and their three support troops, an Afghan interpreter and seven Afghan commandos plus three Air Force controllers and one military working dog. “Their deaths are a reminder of the extraordinary sacrifices made by the men and women of our military and their families,” President Barack Obama said.

via Did a New Taliban Weapon Kill a Chopper Full of Navy SEALs? | Danger Room | Wired.com.

Militants hang 8-year-old boy in southern Afghanistan – CNN.com

Kabul, Afghanistan (CNN) — An 8 year-old boy was hanged by militants in Afghanistan’s Helmand province after the boy’s father — a police officer in the southern city of Gereshk — refused to comply with militants’ demands to provide them with a police vehicle, officials said.

Afghan President Hamid Karzai condemned the hanging, saying “this action is not permitted in any culture or any religions,” according to a statement Sunday, which provided details of the incident.

Karzai said he has ordered local authorities to root out the militants and arrest them “as soon as possible.”

The boy was kidnapped Friday. It was unclear when he was killed.

The incident comes amid a recent wave of attacks on local officials who are considered anti-Taliban. Less than two weeks ago, Ahmed Wali Karzai, Karzai’s half-brother and a provincial council chief in neighboring Kandahar, was killed in his home by a longtime bodyguard.

via Militants hang 8-year-old boy in southern Afghanistan – CNN.com.

Independence Day – postscript

Before taking off on a road-trip for a few days, I’d like to touch one final time on the emotions and patriotism that this fading Independence Day brings out in all of us as Americans.

The suicide rate for returning veterans is astronomical.
The military’s suicide rate continues to rise (it doubled between 2001 and 2006) while remaining flat in the civilian population, even when adjusted to reflect the Army’s age and gender.

Last year, 160 active-duty soldiers killed themselves, up from 140 in 2008 and 77 in 2003.

This one reaches me personally*, as it should every American.

With more than 6,000 veterans committing suicide every year –- and 98 veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan taking their own lives during fiscal 2009 alone.

They put on a uniform and did the job they were told to do. Promises were made in exchange for the completion of this duty…and those promises were broken.

Veterans with families can’t find work, and while their children survive on welfare and food stamps these “heroes” walk the streets wondering what went wrong.

First, Steve Buyer:
“Because all of us believe and understand in the fabric of the common bond of why we call ourselves American is to care for the men and women who wear the uniform; and when they take off the uniform, we care for them when they are veterans.”

…and a recent quote that hits the mark simply and directly, by Nick Lampson:

“On this Veterans Day, I believe we should do more than sing the praises of the bravery and patriotism that our veterans have embodied in the past. We should take this opportunity to re-evaluate how we are treating our veterans in the present.”

finally, another from my new favorite politician, Nick Lampson again:

“Congress should stop treating veterans like they’re asking for a hand out when it comes to the benefits they were promised, and they should realize that, were it not for these veterans, there would be nothing to hand out.”

WE The People ARE the government, or so I was told many years ago, therefore it’s up to US to put the pressure necessary on our elected leaders to push our veterans a bit further up the priority list.

We asked them to fight in our stead, and we promised a small slice of the American Dream when they came home. It’s high time we delivered on that promise.

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* At the ripe old age of 17years and 2 weeks, I talked my best friend from high school into coming with me to bootcamp on the ‘Buddy program’ (Uncle Sam promises to keep you both stationed together for the duration). Gene never made it out of bootcamp.

In the third week, he woke me about 2AM to tell me he was going AWOL and asked me to hop the fence with him. It was a stupid idea, and I made that clear…bootcamp beats prison-rape in my book…and after a few minutes of reassuring him that it gets better, and I’ll help him with the discipline stuff, we went back to sleep. Well, I did.

Around 4:15 in the AM I was again awakened by commotion in the barracks, and the lights of the ambulance that was taking my friend’s body away.

Gene had wanted out so badly, that he had gone into the laundry room and swallowed the only poison he found handy, a gallon of bleach. Chugged it in silence while I slept.

I received immediate counseling by my TI the next day:

“If you try to follow your weak friend, you had damn well better be as good at it as he was. If you try and fail, we will charge you with (attempted) destruction of government property, and you will spend the next 10 years in a federal prison”.**

I was then given a 20-minute crash-course in the proper techniques for a successful suicide: Hanging, wrist cutting, and poisoning included. (access to live rounds is very limited in bootcamp, therefore shooting oneself is rare).

That was nearly 40 years ago, yet it remains one of the clearest 24hr periods of my youth, which is pretty rare for that period. Very little before or after is even half as clear.  I freely admit that those lessons from my at-the-time father figure have resounded in my mind thousands of times…the ease in his manner, the indifference in his eyes.

When I read statistics like the ones above (from the Pentagon’s own website), I wonder how many times that TI gave those private lessons…and how many TIs have followed his example.

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**An empty threat, I’m sure.  I found out later (the hard way) that prison was a last resort. Prior to discharge, my drug rehab consisted of 6 months in the state hospital’s iso ward, and prison was simply the cattle-prod used to spur my progress.