Journey through the past

Sheryl the sweetie.

Back in the day (circa 2006) I was a member of internet information board devoted to visitors and expats in the Philippines.  Once I got married the wife insisted I divest myself of all things Philippines and so my membership lapsed.  After the wife jettisoned the marriage, I renewed my membership.  Unfortunately, all my old submissions were nowhere to be found and I assumed they had been consigned to the dustbin of internet history. But it turns out that all my old posts had been archived, and with the help of a board moderator I was able to recover them.  So I’ve been enjoying reliving those optimistic times when I first discovered the PI.

The best day ever was in July 2008.  I had returned to Angeles City and hooked up again with Sheryl, a gal I had met on my first visit.   To set the scene, the bargirls were provided lodging by the bar, which was called a “stay-in”.  The first time I saw where the girls lived I was shocked and saddened.  It was a one room apartment, with bunk beds lined wall-to-wall.  I’d say each girl had maybe 4 feet of personal space.  No aircon, just a solitary fan. Sheryl assured me however that compared to life in the provinces this was a big improvement.  For example, most of the girls had never enjoyed indoor plumbing prior to moving to Angeles.  Anyway, here’s the story of that special day all those years ago:

Sheryl’s niece has a birthday coming up so I had promised a trip to the mall to pick up some presents. It has been a LONG time since I shopped for a two year old (heh, other than my granddaughter) so it was kinda fun. We picked out a couple of cute outfits and I said, mom will love this, but a kid needs a toy. Preferably one that makes noise (which mom will of course hate). So we got a pull toy and a “teddy-rabbit” and I said now its your turn. Sheryl is always shy about accepting my gifts, but I insisted, so she picked up a nice skirt and a couple of tops. Unlike Koreans, Pinays are quite easy to please and I do appreciate that fact.

So, we headed back to the stay-in to drop off her bounty. Man, that place still depresses me. The girls seem alright with it though and it beats the hell out of living on the street I suppose. Anyway, the plan was to invite the girls over to the Wild Orchid for a little swim party. We wound up with eight happy takers, and off we went. Speaking of easy to please, an old fat guy walking down the street with a covey of young brown-skinned beauties sure did put a smile on my face! 

Soon enough the party was in full swing. I guess it is natural to love the water when you are born in a country made up of 7000 islands, and these girls were no exception. The music of their laughter as they frolicked in the pool just warmed my heart. And the stares of the other guests as we all partied and goofed was kinda cool too. Hell, I will just let the pictures do the talking…

They enjoyed the water, they devoured lunch, and finished it off with a gallon of chocolate ice cream.  It was a day full of smiling faces!  Not the least of all, mine. 

All too soon the sun was sinking on the horizon and the girls had to head home to prepare for another night entertaining the monger horde. God love ’em. I’ll tell you what, I had the best time that afternoon, and I didn’t even get laid. There is more than one way to find satisfaction in AC, and this was my way. Got them out of the hot stay-in, put some smiles on their faces, gave them some good food, and got it all for less than 3000 pesos (about 60 dollars). I’d call that a bargain!

These days I’m not into the go-go bar scene at all, but I still respect the hard lives these young women experience.  I hope the men they entertain treat them with kindness and dignity. They certainly deserve it.

What became of Sheryl?  Well, she wanted me to take her away from the bar life, but I didn’t have it in me to have a long term relationship with a 25 year old Filipina.  What I did do was pay her tuition to become a certified caregiver.  Once she graduated she was able to escape the bar and return home to Manila.  Last time I heard from her was in an email from Australia.  She had married an Aussie and she was trying to be a good wife and therefore would not be staying in contact with me.  I was very happy that she had made her dreams come true.  Thanks for the memories!

When the winter rains
come pourin’ down
On that new home of mine,
Will you think of me
and wonder if I’m fine?
Will your restless heart
come back to mine
On a journey thru the past.
Will I still be in your eyes
and on your mind?

Alone again (naturally)

I’ve been around some places in this life.  I moved out of the house I shared with my parents on Milton Avenue in Westminster CA in July, 1973 at the tender age of 17.  Moved into an apartment on Magnolia Avenue in Garden Grove with a neighborhood pal.  I had two girlfriends at the time, Gail and Karen.  Karen lived down San Diego way so it wasn’t too difficult to make sure they were never in the same place at the same time.

A few months later I moved further down (up?) Magnolia to Huntington Beach and shared an apartment with my brother Keith.  I was living there when I had the misfortune of bringing Karen home with me from San Diego while Gail was amongst the friends having an impromptu party at my place.  So shortly thereafter I found myself with zero girlfriends.

About a year later I was dating Bridget and knocked her up.  So we took an apartment in Midway City during her pregnancy with the intention of giving the baby up for adoption. Turns out once I saw my baby girl I wanted to keep her, so I married Bridget.

We rented a nice little house on 22nd Street in Westminster from my parents and engaged in the family life.  Before long my son Kevin came along and we started dreaming of raising our kids somewhere other than Southern California. I managed to secure a transfer of my letter carrier job to the mile high city of Prescott, AZ.

Rented a nice little house on Western Avenue sight unseen, this was before the internet, I found it advertised in the Prescott Courier.  I don’t recall where I managed to get my hands on a copy though.

Anyway, Prescott might just be the best place I ever did live.  Back then it was a bustling little metropolis of 25,000 souls nestled in the Bradshaw Mountains.  It seemed like a place I could spend a lifetime in, so I became a first time homeowner in a sweet little house on San Carlos Road.

We were living there when the marriage fell apart, so I rented a place on the other side of town on Shadow Valley Road.  It was one of those modified A-frame cabin-like things, and I shared it with two random roommates.  I fell in love with a Phoenix gal whom I met in Flagstaff and was attending graduate school in Pocatello, Idaho.  I only got to see her on the occasional weekend when I’d make the drive up north and during school breaks when she’d come home.  Thought she was going to marry me but then she wound up pregnant. With another man’s baby.

That was a pretty devastating blow and I felt the need to change my life.  So I took a job in Fort Smith, AR and rented me an apartment in the illogically named El Conquistador complex.  At least I was close to my kids again who had been staying with my mom and dad on their little 80 acre ranch across the border in Monroe, OK.

I experienced a rather lonely year before the locals determined I was “all right” despite my odd accent.  I had some success with the ladies and eventually started staying with Pamela in her apartment in Poteau, OK.  Got bored after awhile so I moved back into Fort Smith and commenced to dating Iris and Darla.  Iris was seven years older than me and Darla was 7 years younger.  I fantasized about putting Iris’ brain in Darla’s body.  Failing that, i settled for Beckie and moved into her fine house back in Poteau.  We got married and I got promoted and we moved to ourselves and the kids off to Columbia, SC where we rented a house on Greengate street.

Of course, the kids had grown accustomed to having horses, so we bought a house in Lexington on 2/12 acres that was zoned for horses.  In fact, all the streets were named after horses.  We lived on Shetland Lane.

As testament to my selfishness and degenerate character I fell in love with another woman.  Beckie moved out and Carol moved in.  Not long afterwards I got promoted to a job in Arlington, VA.  I lived a few months in an apartment in Crystal City before purchasing a house in Stafford where Carol joined me.

A few years later my misbehavior led me to rent an apartment in Arlington, but eventually I returned home to my house and wife.

In January 2005 I took a job in Seoul and had a government paid for villa in Hannam-dong. Carol was supposed to join me there but got cold feet and backed out.  I chose to stay in Korea rather than return to my American life.

I made several trips to the Philippines where the young women were more than willing to assuage my loneliness.  Then I met Se Hwa through a Korean dating site and she moved in with me for a year and a half.  She left me to move to the USA for a Masters Degree.  And there she remains as far as I know.

Not long after Se Hwa left I met Jee Yeun and we’ve been together ever since.  When I retired I bought us a house on Lockleven Drive in Columbia.  When we stayed in Seoul we lived in an apartment in Gireum-dong.

And now it has come to pass that I’m living in cozy villa in Itaewon.

By my reckoning, during the 43 years of my adult life I’ve spent roughly three years on my own.  It takes some getting used to.

 

 

11 years old

Another year of blogging (to use the term lightly) is in the books.  Sharing old posts each week since the ten year anniversary forced me to scroll through the archives.  It was a painful reminder of just how pathetic my life has mostly been over the years.  But hey, as an old girlfriend once told me “no man is totally worthless–he can always serve as a bad example”.  I imagine that goes for blogging as well. So there’s that.

This post from 2011 contained a solitary image.  Looking at it again this morning it seems more like a metaphor for the way I’ve been living.

Things might change.  Stranger things have happened.

I'm falling and I can't get up...

I’m falling and I can’t get up…

A road ends but the journey continues

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Five years ago I reflected back on my career on the occasion of my retirement ceremony in a post called “The end of the road”.

Heh, turns out the road didn’t end work wise after all.  Just took a longish detour.

Government service didn’t change me at all.  I’ve got the before and after pictures to prove it.

Before

Before

After.

After.

And now it’s all just one day at a time until there ain’t no more days.  None of us are getting out of this alive!

Yoja mama

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Six years ago featured the sixth iteration of the short lived (but popular based on Google visits) series “Yoja of the Week” here at LTG.  My ex-girlfriend (who is now my wife) didn’t much care for me trolling the ‘net looking for beautiful Korean women to post about so the feature eventually faded away like an old soldier.

Here’s the gal I posted that week:

Jun Ji Hyun

Jun Ji Hyun

At the time she was declared “one of the nine hottest women in Korea”.

You are welcome.

The more things change the more they remain the same

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Eight years ago I wrote about “People at Work“.

This is what we looked like back then:

The guy on the extreme right is now the Director.  With the exception of two, all the Koreans remain.  Of course, I'm back now and the woman in the back row (second from left) is coming in January to fill one of our vacancies.

The guy on the extreme right is now the Director. With the exception of two, all the Koreans remain. Of course, I’m back now and the woman in the back row (second from left) is coming in January to fill one of our vacancies.

Work has been a little stressful of late, lots to do and not enough bodies (or hours in the day) to do it all.  But it goes in cycles so I know things will calm down eventually.  Actually, come Thursday it will be a lot calmer seeing as how I’ll be taking a couple of weeks off to visit the family back in South Carolina.  Lots to get done between now and then, but I’ll worry about it tomorrow!

Life’s a beach…

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One year ago found me competing in the Ghost on the Coast darts tourney in lovely Myrtle Beach, SC.  I wrote about that adventure in a post called “On the beach”.

I was in a foul mood and feeling sorry for myself.  And a year later I’m thinking about two of my pals from Columbia who were also with me there and now both are deceased.  As long as you are alive you are still in the game.  It’s easy to forget that sometimes.

What a long strange trip it’s been

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Two years ago found me reflecting back on the journey we call life, or in this case my life in government servitude service.  I wrote about it in a post called “A working class hero is something to be”. 

Nothing much to add to my original thinking back then, although I had no inkling that a couple of years later I’d be rejoining the workforce.  Fact is, I’m actually quite happy to be back in the saddle.  Rather, it’s about the people.  I enjoy the hell out of my co-workers and bosses.  I especially appreciate the intellectual stimulation of engaging in actual conversations.  And on occasion I find the work itself to be a source of satisfaction, if not pride.  It’s different not being the boss, but different in a good way too.  I’m sorta the elder statesman around the office which is kinda cool. I also quite like getting paid every two weeks.

Teaching English and disappointing my mother

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Ten years ago I wrote about a Korean gal on my pool league team who would work on her English between matches.  On this night she came up to me and in all sincerity asked me the meaning of the word “sodomy”.  Which was the title of that particular post.

As I wrote at the time:

“June” (I don’t know her Korean name, if I asked I’ve forgotten it) is always working on her vocabulary and brings a notebook with words she is learning to the pool league every week. Between games she will ask us the pronunciation and meaning of the words on her list, which she then dutifully writes down in Hanguel. Last night’s words included “guise”, “excavation”, “fraternity”, “carte blanche” and several others I can’t recall at the moment. Me and a couple of the guys sitting at the table would use the word in a sentence, try and provide alterantive definitions, and explain when and how the word might be used. After awhile I got up to throw some darts, and June came up and said I have another word on my list and the guys at the table “couldn’t help her with it”. I said, ok, what’s the word? “Sodomy” (imagine it being said with a Korean accent). I just looked at her. The guy I was playing darts with cracked up and said “go ahead, John. Tell her”.

Her innocence was charming as she waited expectantly for my answer. And my reaction was funny. I am by no means a prude and I don’t think I have any sexual hang-ups, but geez, telling this sweet young woman about sodomy was not as easy as you might imagine. So I fumbled and stumbled, and she wasn’t quite getting it. So, I just described the act. She laughed and said, “oh, something homosexuals do”. I smiled and said yes, but not just homosexuals. And no, I did not give her the slang term for the act. She can find a boyfriend to do that. Anyway, when I mentioned the Biblical origins of the word, she was familiar with the story and we thankfully moved on to other words.

Anyway, that was the highlight of that particular evening.  Things haven’t improved much since then, eh?

There was only one comment to that post (which made it above average I suppose).  And that was from my mother.  She said: “Great to read your blogs again…..Answer my emails when you are bored…..love MOM”

Sorry mom for being such a selfish bastard.  Nothing would please me more than to answer the emails that will never come again.

About a lucky man who made the grade

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Things are going reasonably well in my life, or at least fair to middling.  Not so much a year ago though, if  “I read the news today, oh boy” is any indication.  Nothing like a  reminder of sadder times to give you a little perspective I suppose.

Anyway, my Korean life may be at times every bit as boring, but the beer is better here. So there’s that.

Only the lonely

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One year ago found me living on my own back in the USA.  I’d been home for a month without the wife and I was not a happy camper.  I wrote about it in a post called “Nada y nada”.

As it turned out Jee Yeun never did come back to me.  So I resolved to come “home” to Korea.  I took a part time job that paid less than ten bucks an hour (and I was worth every penny of it!) but provided me SOFA status.  And from there I was able to maneuver my way back into my old organization at a rate of compensation that should allow me to be debt free when my one year and a day appointment expires next June.  As of now I’m hoping to get extended for at least another year after that.  And then we shall see.

For now I’ll just roll along one day at a time.  Until I run out of days that is.

Welcome to my nightmare

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Seven years ago I was hospitalized for the first and last (so far) time.  It was not a pleasant experience.  I wrote about it in a post called “In the hospital”.

Now, I’m generally satisfied with the medical care I receive in Korea.  But a hospital stay is a whole other animal.  I was extremely uncomfortable for the 3 days I spent in the confines of Soonchanhwang University Hospital.  And let’s just say that the cute Korean nurses had missed the training in tender loving care.

Unlike the USA, Korean doctors will hospitalize you for just about anything.  I checked in with a high fever and three days later I was advised I had a “virus in my spleen” and was being given antibiotics through an IV.  I said the hell with that, asked for a prescription and checked myself out.  Getting out of there also proved to be a nightmare, but escape I did.

I did feel bad when I learned that the 8th Army Deputy Commanding General (two stars) had come by to visit after I had left.  Ah well, I’m still with 8th Army and he ain’t, so no worries.

A year or so later I needed a skin graft on a finger and they wanted to admit me for that.  I told them bluntly that ain’t happening so they consented to doing it on an outpatient basis.  And here I am, just as handsome as ever.  Shuddup!

A run to the DMZ

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Nine years ago found me making my second tour of the DMZ with my visiting step-son Nolan.  I posted some pictures of the adventure in a post called “Emptying the camera”.

If you are going to tour the DMZ, I highly recommend doing it through the USO.  It’s a lot better experience than my lame-ass write-up would indicate.  Which was made even worse by the fact that all the photos at some point in time became corrupted.  I reposted most of them just, but it’s still a mess.

September has proven to be have been pretty much a desert over the years here at LTG.  Hard to find a worthy post amongst 10 years of September.  Hell, one year I didn’t post anything all month, and a couple of other times I only posted once or twice.  Ah well, if you come here looking for quality you are surely used to being disappointed by now.

 

The last family reunion

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Six years ago found me back “home” in South Carolina where the McCrarey clan gathered for a family get together on the appropriately named Lake Wateree.  I wrote about the event in a post called “Last day in the Colonies”.  Little did I know it would turn out to be the last reunion with mom and dad present.

Anyway, lots of photos at the link if you want to enjoy some of South Carolina’s finest.

The clan (that's with a "c" now, so don't go getting any stereotypes of the Palmetto State running through your head.  Interestingly, nephew Justin wound up moving to Korea, and nephew Josh just finished his second visit here.  And of course, Dad the sailor, had spent many nights on Texas street in Busan when he was in port...

The clan (that’s with a “c” now, so don’t go getting any stereotypes of the Palmetto State running through your head. Interestingly, nephew Justin wound up moving to Korea, and nephew Josh just finished his second visit here. And of course, Dad the sailor, had spent many nights on Texas street in Busan when he was in port…

Ah well, it’s a bittersweet memory now.

I’ll take mine hot and juicy please

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Six years ago I actually wrote something substantial here at LTG when I weighed in on the Juicy Girl/human trafficing issue in a post called “Juicy bars and prostitution”.

Subsequently, the juicy bars outside Osan have been placed off limits for USFK personnel.  My views as expressed in the linked post above haven’t changed.  I find it odd that the same “progressive” thinkers who say it’s a woman’s right to abort a fetus (who’s body is it anyway?) want to tell women they can’t make a living with that same body in any damn way she chooses, including prostituting herself.  Obviously I draw the line about women who are unwilling “trafficed” or are below the age of consent.  Otherwise, I just don’t think it is anyone’s damn business.

What really pisses me off is the ‘do-gooders” actually hurt these women.  They close down the bars and put the girls on the street with no income and no protection from predators.  Fuck that.

That will drive you mad

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Nine years ago I made my first drive out to the Incheon airport to pick up my step-son. The trip started auspiciously when I discovered the garage door at my apartment building was blocked by an illegally parked car.  The journey ended with my car breaking down on the return trip near the Han river.  I wrote about that fiasco in a post called “Adventures in driving”.  

All these years later I drove my new old car home from work today.  It took an hour in heavy traffic, and there were a couple of wrong turns before I finally gave up on the GPS and listened to Jee Yeun.  I did manage to affix the GPS to the dashboard using Velcro, for all the good it did me.

Welp, the car is now safely parked in the garage here in Gireum-dong where it will sit until Sunday morning.  Then I’m going to head back out Incheon way to take my wife on a visit to a famous Buddhist temple near there.  I suppose I am up for a new adventure in driving.

And the wheel in the sky keeps on turning

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Nine years ago I celebrated my 51st birthday in grand fashion.  I wrote about it in a post called “Finished with fifty”.  And now I’m leaving the 50s behind altogether.

Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.

 

The final journey

In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 52 51 50 49 48 47 46 45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32 313029 28 27 26 2524 23 22 21 20 19 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history.  I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found.  And mediocre is too hard to spell.)

Three years ago found me in my Dad’s beloved hometown of Memphis, TN to commit his cremains to the muddy waters of the Mississippi river.  I wrote about in a post called “To the sea”.

Brother Keith carries the ashes to the riverside

Brother Keith carries the ashes to the riverside

Where one of Dad's favorite poems was read--Sea Fever by John Masefield

Where one of Dad’s favorite poems was read–Sea Fever by John Masefield

And then we sent him on his final journey

And then we sent him on his final journey

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

 

An outrageous outrage

In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 52 51 50 49 48 47 46 45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32 313029 28 27 26 25 24  23 22 21 20 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history.  I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found.  And mediocre is too hard to spell.)

Ten years ago found me raging at censorship in the ROK in a post aptly titled “Censorship in the ROK”.

Kevin Kim of Big Hominid fame had a lot to say on the issue as well.  But sometimes words just won’t suffice, so he let this picture do his talking:

MIC is the Korean Ministry of Information and Communication

MIC is the Korean Ministry of Information and Communication

The block on blogs was lifted shortly thereafter, although it is unclear if the photo above played into that decision.

Of course, all the best porn sites are still blocked in Korea.  Which is why God invented the VPN.  Not that I’d ever have the need to use one.