The Story of the 'Best Date I Ever Had'

 

This is the story of the best date I ever had. At the time, I was forty-two, and living in Summerdale, Alabama. I was working a dirt job (creating a neighborhood,) in Semi-Nole, Alabama, right on the Stix river, right up against Florida. Being forty-two, I had dated a number of women in my life, but never married. So I’m an old bachelor living in Summerdale, in what used to be a grain silo, somebody had turned into apartments.

This dirt job, was one of the more interesting thing I ever did, is yet another story. Over from my silo about three block lived a women named Judy. She was a handsome women, Blonde, she stood about 5’10” and was built just like a women ought to be. She was divorced and had twin girls who were ten. They looked just like mother, a little tall for ten, long blonde hair and bubbling with energy. Now when I say they are twins, I mean identical. They looked exactly alike, it was uncanny.

Well as time went on, I thought it a good idea to make eyes at Judy, I being a man, she’s being a women and all that. Don’t really remember how it happened, but it seems I got the twins instead. Every time I turned around, there they were. Well After a few days of this, I found I could tell them apart (their voices were slightly different,) and started addressing them by name, Tiffany and Stephanie.

Well this thew ‘em, nobody could tell them apart but mother. Nobody, not their teachers, not their friends, not the doctor, not even their father could tell them apart. This created a special kind of a bond between us, because after I could tell them apart, I couldn’t get rid of them.

Now out on the dirt job, I was working for this fellow who had a dream. He had 600 acres on Stix River there at Semi-Nole, and we were creating a neighborhood with all lots waterfront from raw land. His name was John, and his job was to create salable lots, and his wife Ginger, had a real estate business in Pensacola, Florida, were she was selling the lots. They had three kids, two boys, who’s names I cannot recall, and a 12 year old daughter, Katy. Katy was tall for her age and also a blonde. The reason I know Katy, is in the summertime, everyday about noon, Katy would show up with a picnic basket, where ever we were on the job and her and her dad, John, would have a picnic. The dirt job and their home was within walking distance, and she walked out there everyday. Of course myself and the other fellers had our own lunch. But I thought that very nice.

So…. With this thought in my head, I ask the Twins if they’d like to go on a picnic. What I heard back was, “We want to go to the beach, we hear it’s just down the roads a ways.” And so it was, Summerdale was about 25 miles from the beach, indeed Gulf Shores, Alabama, sugar white sand and emerald green water.

“You’ve never been to the beach?” I ask. ‘No’ is what I heard. This is when I hung myself trying to dismiss this idea. “Well, we would have ask your mother you know. This is a mother thing, She has to say okay, or go with us.” Zoom………… they were gone so fast I didn’t get in another word. About 15 minutes later, here they come.

“Mama’s gonna call.” They were breathing hard from all the running. Well Judy called, wanted to know who was going, where we were going and when would we be back. Well I was stuck, I could see that.

“Well….. Just us. How about early Saturday morning. We’ll go down to Gulf Shores and come back when it gets hot. Let’s say around one or two.” Judy just said, “okay...that would be fine.”

Well, we did just that, we went down to the beach and had us a picnic, they played in the water screaming bloody murder the whole time. To say the least, it wore their little asses out and they slept all the way home.

About a week after the beach excursion, they wanted to know if I would baby-sit them. ‘bout that time Judy called and wanted me to baby-sit them for the evening. “They like you.” Humm… well after that, seems I became their regular baby-sitter. Who knew?

To say the least, I got to know the twins pretty well. They were fascinating creatures and they were identical. Stephanie was the spokes person, Tiffany was the quiet one, if you could say that. They would try to trick me on who was who, but I always got it right (although I never told them how I knew), and that fascinated them. They were so identical, and so much alike that I wondered how they would ever date or marry. How anyone could ever separate them or come between them, I can’t imagine. They were tight. You would have to marry them both, as to not come between them.

Well time moves on, and autumn comes around and I’m still moving dirt. Haven’t seen Katy lately because school is back in session. But I notice the Sager Theater in Pensacola was advertising a live performance of ‘Grease.’ So I think to myself, ‘Self,’ the twins would love this, this would be a good experience for them, and I’d like to see it to boot.

So I made a plan, I ask Judy about it and she said okay…. So the play was in about a month and a half, I was working everyday, so getting tickets wasn’t going to be easy. Well Ginger had an office right downtown Pensacola, so I went to their house to ask Ginger if she would get me tickets, I told her about the twins and what my plan was. I was going to take them to dinner and a play.

I want you know, that women looked at me real hard, “How old are they?” she ask. ‘Ten’ I replied. She looked at me up and down, I could tell it was a study. After a few moments she smiled and said, “On one condition.” ‘Okay.’ I replied. “You take Katy too.” Ginger went on, “You’re right, it is a good experience, and I’d like you to take Katy as well.” ‘Okay.’ Seems I suddenly had a date with three little blonde girls.

Well I told the twins my plan and of course they were thrilled with the idea, dinner and a play, but I don’t really think they realized just what I was telling them, they were just trilled to be going somewhere.

There was a flea market down the road just a few blocks and I was over there having a look. Well there were a couple of used bikes there and it occurred to me, I’d never seen them on a bike. So…. I bought them and took ‘em home and cleaned them up.

The next time they showed up, there were the bikes. “Who are the bikes for?” I heard. They knew, I knew they knew. ‘They’re yours.’ Well that made their day, They were on the bikes and off to show their mother. I walked down to their house to tell their mother and except any flack.

Well here come Tiffany down one street, and Stephanie down the other, (Judy lived on a corner) and they meet right in the middle of the corner, Crash, Boom. Splat it was. They crumbled into a heap, and then up they jumped, crying their eyes out running for the house, right passed me, right to mama (told me were I stood.)

“We crashed..!!!” I heard from the house, then silence, then I heard, “You’re alright, you’re alright, you’re both are going live.” Just like that, the screen door flung open, and out they came headed right for the bikes, they got right back on them, and off they went. They just needed mother to tell them they were alright. As for me, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, it all happened so fast.

Being Autumn, the school was going to have their open house, and they ask me to come meet their teachers. I told them that’s a mom and dad thing, they should ask them. They told me they did, and mom had a date and dad didn’t want to. So I took them to open house, and met their teachers.

Well it seems their teachers were pleased with them, “She’s a good girl, doesn’t give me any trouble, but sometimes, she just don’t seem right, like she’s somebody else.” Seems both teachers told me pretty much the same thing, so I got them both out in the hall, and ask them.

“Are you swapping classes.?” They both looked at the floor, so I knew, “you’re confusing your teachers.”

They both looked up and said, “But its fun.” and about that time one of their teachers came out in the hall….(?) Looked at me, looked at them, looked at me again.

“So there’s two of them?” she said with a bit of surprize. I smiled, and nodded my head, “Well you know that explains a lot.” she said rather sternly, “now I know what I’m dealing with.” I had to laugh inside, these two girls really had their teachers going….. But now the jig was up.

“Well girls, seems you’ve been caught, better watch your p’s and q’s cause they’re going to be watching you.” They hung their heads, but they were grinning.

Well Ginger had gotten me the tickets, and I could tell she had chipped in a bit cause we had four seats, third row center, you could spit on the orchestra.

Well the big day came, and I must say, I was a little nervous. I was fixing to have three little girls on my hands, with no buffer.

You know, in case something girl happened, that men don’t really know about or know how to handle, the buffer was always, Judy’s just down the block.

All kinds of shit went through my head that hadn’t to this point. Well I was stuck, I had a date and I had to keep it.

Gettin’ on toward time, I walked down to Judy’s to see what’s up. Tiffany & Stephanie were playing baseball and dirty head to toe. I told them they’d better start getting ready and they said, “We ain’t goin’, we’re playing baseball.”

Well that just set me off, “The hell you’re not,” and I grab them both by the hair and headed for there house, them screaming and kicking the whole way, I marched them inside, and Judy stood up and ask, “What did they do now?”

I said, “The play, they need to get ready for the play.”

“The play, the play, that’s right.” Judy replied, I still had them by the hair on their toes. “I told you girls not to get dirty, Now look at you.” She stepped over, and took them from me, by the hair, gave ‘em a good shake and led them off to the bathroom, yel...telling them, “Ya’ll get in tub right now.”

I thought it a good time to exit stage left. “I’ll be back in an hour,” So I scooted on out there. I went on to my silo and took a shower and got ready myself. I was thinking, hell, you done yelled at them, dragged them home by the hair, got them in trouble with mother, they aren’t to be in a very good mood.

Well I got in the car (4-door sedan) and drove on down there, parked in the drive and went up to the door, thinking they aren’t going to be mad. I knock on the door, and Judy said, “come in.”

There they were, the three of them, Tiffany & Stephanie were looking the part. They where clean as a whistle, their hair was done and they were wearing matching white lace dresses. Mother had put a little make up on them. Tiffany had a blue sash gathered around her waist with a bow in the back, and a blue bow in her hair. Stephanie had a pink sash gathered around her waist with a bow in the back, and a pink bow in her hair. They were just beautiful. They were so lovely, it gave me a bit of a chill. And they were smiling.

“Tiffany’s blue and Stephanie’s pink, I did that so you could tell’em apart, and so the other girl can tell’em apart.” Judy pointed out. Then she went on, “I know you can tell the apart, they told me, but sometimes when they are quiet, it’s hard.” This told me, she used their voices too.

I put my arms out, and just like that, I had a beautiful girl on each arm, a many a feller’s dream, and they where laughing and giggling. I was sooo… relieved. I put them in the back seat, told them we would pick up Katy and ya’ll a ride together.

“Who’s Katy.” “Where are we going to eat?” “When are we going to get there.” “How old is Katy?” “What’s the play about?” “Who’s in it?” “How fast can this car go?” “Is this an old car?” “How old are you?” “So you run a tractor?” “When are we going to get there?” All the way to Katy’s, I had to marvel.

After about thirty minutes of the third degree we arrived at Katy’s. Now keep in mind who Katy is, She’s the bosses daughter, the boss that pays me good money for the work I do. She’s twelve, I’m taking her out. Now I don’t really know Katy, she’s the ‘picnic girl’, she’s the bosses daughter. So my relationship with her is cold.

I pull up into the drive, told the twins to stay put, and I went up and knocked on the door. It opens up and there were the three of them. Mom, Dad and Katy. Katy looked the part, She too was wearing a lace white dress with a yellow sash around her waist, with a bow in the back and a yellow bow in her hair, which she had done up and her mother had put a little make up on her, she was beautiful. (made me wonder if there weren’t going’s on, behind the scenes, I wasn’t privy to.)

John said, “you drive safe, this is my little girl.” and he put out his hand, and as I shook his hand, he had slipped me a fifty dollar bill, “Take them somewhere nice for dinner.” I slipped the bill into my pocket, and Ginger motioned for me to offer my arm, So I put my arm out, and Katy took it and I escorted her out to the car and open the door, and she got in with the twins. At this point, I’m a nervous wreck, but I’m the man in charge, so I have to be, ‘the man in charge.’

So off to Pensacola we go. Thinking my relationship with Katy was cold, well not for long. She had all the same questions, “When are we going to get there?” “How Old are you?” How fast can this car go?” “Where are we going to eat?” “What’s the play about?” After a little while they settled down and began talking to each other, ‘bout school and stuff.

I took them to a nice seafood restaurant over by the Cordova Mall, I don’t recall the name, but it was nice. I parked and got out and opened the door for them, and they all pile out and in we went. The Maitra d meet us at the door, and looked us over real good, and ask, “What’s the occasion?”

They blurted out, “Dinner and play.”

I nodded, and he said, “Well very good, which play?”

“Grease.” rang out.

“Good Choice,” he said, “I’m glad you chose us for dinner.” he picked up 4 menus, bowed and sung out his arm to show us the way, “Your table awaits you.” The girls were trilled, I could tell, as we were escorted to our table. We all sat down as the Maitra d held the chair for each girl, and myself. This was a fancy place. And they were tickled, they felt like somebody. “Your waiter will be along shortly, enjoy your meal.” The girls were just a chatter.

Moments later the waiter arrived, brought each of us a glass of water and ask, “Aren’t we a fine looking bunch of young ladies, what’s the occasion?”

Again they all chimed in, “Dinner and a play.”

“Well how nice.” He looked at me, “and you’re the lucky fellow?”

I nodded. “Yea, I’m the lucky fellow.” smiling, I guess I was.

“Well I’m glad you chose us for your dinner, what may I bring you.” The waiter said as he prepared to write.

I said, “we’ll start a straight tonic and they will each have a Shirley Temple.”

“Very good sir, I shall return.” and the waiter was off. The girls were trembling with excitement, their heads craning all around taking it all in.

The place was made up like an old fishing shack, so there were lots of antiques around, old fishing nets, glass floats and a large aquarium on one wall.

They spent a good bit of time gawking at the fish. Well dinner Came and they sat down again, and the waiter tied a napkins round each one’s neck we had a real nice dinner, with dinner conversation. Mostly about school, how the twins fool their teachers, how Katy’s in Jr. High, and has a different teacher for each class. So there was plenty to discuss.

When dinner was done, I paid the check and took care of the staff, we got up to go, and waiter came over and said, “Never have I waited on such beautiful ladies. Ya have a good time at the play, and come back to see us.” The girls just beamed.

On our way out, The Maitra d said, “Such beautiful ladies”, and he kissed his fingers in sign of affection, “I would be honored if you should come see us again.” They beamed, they beamed so much they needed a lampshade, and they were beaming and grinning and giggling all the way to the Theater.

As we went into the theater, I had them lined up in front of me, as we climbed the few steps, Stephanie stopped and pointed to the ticket line, “Don’t we need a ticket?” She asked.

I smiled and said, “no,” as I reach into my coat pocket and pulled out the tickets, “They know we’re coming.”

“Wow,” she replied.

And Katy said, “My mother told them we were coming.”

“That right.” I so agreed. This, for some reason really impressed the twins…

Their eyes grew big, and they looked at each, took each others hands and squealed, while jumping up & down, singing, “They know we’re coming, they know we’re coming” Well this bumped Katy up a notch, cause it was her mother that told them we were coming.

We went on in and I handed the tickets to the usher, while the girls heads were craning all about taking it all in. The usher looked at me real hard…Looked at the tickets, and looked at the girls and then look at me again, and said, “That’s a peck a pretty girls you got there, you’re a lucky fellow.”

“Yes I am.” I was beaming now. Then he bowed, sung out his arm to show us to our seats, and the girls started giggling again. We went down to third row center and there were our seats. After we sat down, I began to think the reason usher looked at us so hard was, we had the best seats in the house. He must have thought we were somebody. And so we were… Katy’s mother had arranged this. The first two rows in front of us, were really too low, the third row was even with the stage, and if you glance down, there was the orchestra. I don’t think there were better seats, we had ‘em.

Not much to say here. For the next two hours those girls, all three of them were on the edge of their seats, with their mouths hanging open, they were blown away. They didn’t say a word the entire play, not once, Not once! I repeat myself, did they lean back in their seats. They were mesmerized.

I pretty much missed the play (Although it was real good, they did a good job,) I was busy watching them. What delightful flowers they were. I was feeling rather pleased, because I could plainly see...they were pleased, all three of them.

When it was over, the chattering started, their heads were chocked full of fresh information and they were hashing it out. I walked them out to the parking lot and put them in the car. I didn’t have to say anything, they were saying it all.

As we pulled out of the parking lot, the cast from the play was crossing the street to their hotel, all three of the girls were hanging out the windows, yelling about how good it was, and we love you and the like.

Then back to chattering as they made sense out of what they saw. I want you to know, Pensacola isn’t that big, but before I could get out of town, they were all three sound asleep. Sawing logs.

When we got to Katy’s, she might have well been dead, I scooped her up in my arms and walked up to the door. I knocked (actually rang the bell,) and Ginger opened the door. There was a staircase right behind her, she turn and pointed up the stairs, then headed up the stairs herself. Well I knew what that meant, so I carried Katy right on up the stairs to her room and put in her bed.

On the way down the stairs Ginger said, “I’m glad it went well.”

A wee bit surprized, I replied, “How do you know it went well?”

Ginger smiled, “I’m her mother. I know. She is sound asleep, she won’t remember coming home, or being carried up the stairs. She feels perfectly safe, Sooo….it went well.”

“Well it did,” I agreed, “she was a delight, between them all, it was delightful, I could not have had a better evening, by the way, the other two are asleep in the car.”

“I figured.” Ginger said, then she grab me by the shoulders, and gave me a hug, and said, “Good job.” It was all I could do to not cry. I was really overwhelmed.

Well I drove the twins on home, and alas, I had to carry both of them in, and put them in bed. ‘I wish I could sleep like that.’

I told Judy it went well, She said “I know.”

“Cause they’re asleep?” I asked.

“Yep….”

And that bring to a conclusion the best date I ever had.

Wasn’t long after that, the job ended, we had built a neighborhood, and it was time for me to move on to the next job. So that was the end of the twins. Never knew what became of them.

After years of reflection, it finally occurred to me, what they had done. They had given me joy, and they did so in abundance. They had done, exactly what God’s little girls are suppose to do, Bring joy into the world. And they had done just that. May God Bless the three of them.

George Henry Nichols

September 2026

In response to 'Michael Barry's interview with Dinesh D'souza'

 

Hey Michael Barry,

I was listening to you speak with Dinesh D'souza, and I agree with you both. Faith is very important, I take it on the word of Christ, because I believe in Christ. But as Dinesh says, it’s not a fable, and a lot of people believe it is.

Christ doesn’t want to see anyone perish, so he (Christ) continues to work. With the rise of science, you have a decline in faith. So God put the archaeologist to work along side science as to witness to the truth. Not for your sake so much, but for all those who have bought into the millions of years (Satan's great lie.)

Like you, I stand on my faith, but in one’s soul, it’s comforting to see my God revealed before my very eyes, through Science (Creation Network) and Archaeology. If it’s true, than it’s true…. And the creation as well as history will witness to it. And so it does….

Something my father told me years ago, “Don’t be afraid to scrutinize your God, he can stand up to it. Don’t test him, for you’re no more than a grain of sand in his sight, but you can scrutinize him, in fact, he wants you to. That’s the point, getting to know him, through his creation.” (including what man has done.) It all witnesses to him (God.)

Think man…. Jesus said, “if you had the faith of a mustard seed, you could say to that mountain, into the sea, and into the sea it would go.” Now think, just how many mountains are in the sea, serving man in a different ways, because somebody had a vision and a will. I bet there is a small mountain in Galveston alone.

Jesus said, “With man, nothing is possible, but with God, all things are possible.” Everything man has ever thought up, he has dug it right out of the ground. Henry Ford dug a Model T right up out of the ground. The telephone, came right out of the ground. The computer, came right out of the ground… Think about it, the entire creation witness to God, and God alone.

Yours in Christ

PS I put this on my blog→ http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/

"Curse of the Bean Counters"

 

I want to speak a little about a curse that has effected the American business world. You could call it greed, but it’s not greed exactly, it’s more of a disease that has crept in, and causes greed (though not an excuse.) It has infected many of our major companies.

I call it the ‘Curse of the Bean Counters.”

I’m a rather old man, so I’ve been around long enough to see this time and again. I don’t believe people like Henry Ford, S.S. Kresge, Barney Kroger, Sear & Roebuck (two fellers,) or Montgomery Ward were greedy. I believe they found themselves in a free market world, needing to make a living (after all, it takes awhile to get old and die, you have to do something in the meantime,) each with different skills and experiences, and had a dream.

Ford’s dream was to put America on wheels, and he pretty much did, along with others of the same mindset. Sears & Roebuck got the idea with the new post war postal system, they could bring everything available in Chicago to the Midwest via catalog and the postal system, and so they did. Montgomery Ward got in on the idea, both opened retail stores. Ole Barney Kroger opened a small store in Cincinnati, so he could make a living.

Now these people had to have help, so they brought in Company. Think about that word. We all have company, we call them friends. We keep company with our friends. If I have a project in mind (let’s say building a deck,) I going to call my friends, Byron, David, Bruce and my brother, buy a case of beer, and me and my company (friends) will construct a deck. We all know what we are going to do, a common goal, and with a little pushing & shoving, we get it done, wa-la. The beer is the just reward. But let us not lose site of the fact, it's my deck.

These people did the same thing, in a more structured manner. These people (Ford’s, Kroger’s ect..) company, agreed to help him in his common goal, and a way of sharing the profits. Regular pay, salaries, bonuses ect… But Ford is still Henry Ford’s, and Kroger’s is still Barney Kroger’s.

These ideas still belong to the idea man, it’s his baby, his driving force, he has a vision, and seeing it grow is very satisfying. Their goals remain, “I want to put America on Wheels,” “I want to put groceries on America counter tops.” The company is along for the ride. Read that again, “The company is along for the ride!” With out Ford, there is no company. With out Barney, there is no company. That simple. You have to have an idea, and the will to do it. This usually come down to a man. Don’t poo-poo the idea man.

Now it none of these people fault, that Americans went along with it, and thought it a good idea, and bought some wheels and groceries. And so these companies grew because the Americans liked them, and did business with them, because as a Company, they were focused on their goal and did a good job. None of these fellows had a gun or a knife, they didn’t force anything. The offered Americans something they wanted.

As these Companies grew, they created company policies based on their customer base, and these policies, would carry success throughout the company. Ie….. When I worked for Safeway, One of their policies was “The most important person in the store, is the ‘checker,’ everybody in the store works for the checker, you make her job as easy as possible, because everybody’s money, EVERYBODY”S money come out of her register. If it don’t in, it can’t come out. So do your job and do it well.”

Now in the background, each one of these company has a very important person working. He’s called the ‘Bean Counter.’ His job is to keep track of all the beans, where they come from, and where they go, and to write it all down, so as to be able to tell the boss, at anytime, how many beans he’s got and where they are. That’s his job. That’s his only job..!!! He needs to be honest and good at it. He does (should) not effect things that go on at the level where the beans are collected. That’s the idea man and his activities which generate the bean flow. Without a flow of beans, you don’t need a bean counter, so his money too, come out of that register.

The problem arises when the principle (Ford, Kroger ect…) dies. Unless there is an heir, who has been trained in the business, and has an eye for the vision, the company tends to stagnate and succumb to “The Bean Counter’s Curse.”

When the principle passes away, with it the idea, the drive, the since of ‘Company.’ All we have now, it a big money making machine, that nobody wants to pass away, because; it’s making money. It’s supporting a hold network of people and other business. They don’t won’t to give up the company ride. So they form a committee to run the company, with a CEO….. and a CFO or head bean counter.

This is the beginning of the end. Committees have no guts, no vision, no sense of the market. The CEO’s job is to make the company make money. So they all look to the bean counter, who has all the numbers, (keep in mind, that’s all he knows.)

So the committee looks at the numbers, and the bottom line, cause that’s all they are interested in, and how to make it grow.

So our priority has shifted from the customer to the stake holders, without anybody realizing it. The committee, not understanding why the idea man did this or that, starts hacking away at the numbers. Bean counters point out we spend this much here and this much there, but nobody knows why. So they hack away at the numbers trying to get the bottom line to grow. What they don’t understand, is the numbers they are hacking away at are their customers. Each number they hack, to improve the bottom line, hacks away at the service you are providing, the reason the customer is there.

At first, this tends to work and the bottom line grows, and everybody makes money. “Hummm, it worked.” So they hack a little more, and things seem to be fine. So the committee thinks they are doing a good job.

Well they hack until the bottom line quits growing. This doesn’t make sense. The number are all good. Where are the customers?

Well, the committee sets out to fix it, but they have never been on the sales floor. They bring in experts and specialist and the next thing you know, the company is top heavy with suits. When they really know nothing, compared to Barney Kroger who started with $375. And so begins the slow decline, until the company is bled dry and dispersed.

How many times have we seen this? Sears, Monkey Wards, K-Mart and so many other. Sam Walton stepped in and filled the gap, gave the people what they wanted. And look at Wal-Mart, they are everywhere. But alas, he’s dead and they suffer the same disease, I can see, they are in the fix it process. Disney is in the fix it mode, none of them know what to do. The auto industry is caught between the bottom line and the government, with no thought of you, the customer.

Sooo…. how to fix it? You don’t. You let them die, they aren’t interested in you, only the bottom line, that’s what got them there.

But when it dies, the market place is still there. And a butt-load of skilled, experienced workers have just enter the work force. One of them will have an idea & the will and the gap will be filled. That’s the free market, let it work.

The key to success is serving one another, and doing it well.

The key to being a good customer, shop well, spend your money wisely, know who you’re doing business with and treat them with respect and appreciate what they do and have done for you.

Remember Capitalism is no more than “Thou Shall Not Steal.”

George Henry Nichols

September 2026

The problem With the WNBA

 

I want to address a few things going on in the WNBA. It seems they have created quite a quagmire trying to make true things that aren’t. Not wanting to admit what a women is has led them down a path where they have a bunch of men signing up for the draft. This will literally make the WNBA irrelevant. It will be the NBA II. This can easily be corrected by simply embracing the truth of Male and Female, and that they are different by design.

It also seems their good players are white, and that pisses them off, and violence has ensued. Plain ole bad behavior. This can easily be corrected by removing poor sportsmanship from the game. Throw them out.

But it seems, the over arching complaint is, they have no audience. Without an audience, the is no money. It’s the audience that provides the income. Without an audience, they can’t really exist.

So the real problem is, they don’t have an audience. Nobody wants to watch them play basketball. This is a much bigger problem, and one which I don’t think can be resolved.

The men can fill up a football stadium, they can fill up a baseball stadium, they can even fill up a golf course where everyone is standing. Why?

Let’s take a look at the audience, and who they are. To fill a stadium, you have to appeal to middle, that’s were most people are. Therefore they are among the norm. So you have to appeal to the norm. The norm being, they have a job, they are most likely good at it, and enjoy doing it, and consider themselves experts in what they do. They enjoy beauty and excellence, most likely have a wife or husband, girlfriend or boyfriend, and consider them a ‘girl or ‘boy.’

They have money in their pocket, and they are seeking to be entertained. What do these discriminating people enjoy, ‘Excellence.’ They want to watch someone who is good at what they do. Football is rough and tumble, but there is a strategy to it, there are talents involved, honed to perfection. You are going to see these games played, and play right. Every play, every move, every mistake is recorded. Win or lose, the game is exciting and played well.

So, the audience is from the norm, with money in their pocket, seeking entertainment through excellence.

A many a rock & roll band, country band, single performers and comedians has pulled this off, why? Because they are good at what they do. They are ‘Excellence.’ One I can point to is Jeff Dunham and his dummies. Jeff Dunham has raise being a Ventriloquist to a level of excellence that fills the stadium.

If one can maintain excellence over time, a certain amount of loyalty will be generated, and this will go a long way to maintaining an audience. But the loyalty only carry’s as for as your last performance.

Okay, we are in search of excellence. Where are we going to fine it?

Let’s look at men, for they do draw an audience. What do men want, who are they? The norm?

“Little boys are made of,

of Snipe & Snails

and puppy dawg tails.

That’s what little boys are made of.”

Okay, this has been known a long time, boys are rough and tumble. They are warriors, they are builders, they are strategist. They want to conquer (compete,) they want to be part of something bigger than themselves, they want to be seen as strong and unafraid. They want to be the best at what they do, and to be admired for what they do. The want the glory of winning.

The NBA, MLB, NFL & the PGA offer all of this in a game. It allows men, to be men, and to hone their skills to a level of Excellence. Making the game interesting as well as exciting. It also offers up the agony of defeat, which men handle well, for men tend to look forward, ‘we’ll get them next time.’

I most cases, win or lose, the audience had a pretty good time. For they saw, what they came to see… Excellence.

I don’t want to gloss over what goes on in the background, for this also is important because it takes a hell of a lot of cooperation to put one of these games on. There is the training of the players, the uniforms, the lighting, the scoreboard, bla bla bla… a lot goes into bringing this to the level of excellence that doesn’t even involve the players.

Now you pull the men out of these games and put in women, you’re not going to get the same level of excellence, you’re going to get a lot of cringe, and missed opportunity. You’re going to get fights and sore losers, because women are not warriors, they are vicious. There is a difference.

So….. Can a team of women do anything that will fill a stadium..? Humm…. Let’s not forget who the audience is, the middle, the norm in search of excellence.

“What are little girls made of?

Sugar and spice

and everything nice.

That’s what little girls are made of.”

Hummm…. Seems girls are different. Girls are not warriors, they don’t really like to compete, they don’t like to lose.

Women live two different lives. There is the life before marriage, and life after marriage. And the things they want change. So we are trying to draw an audience, so let us focus on the young, single, vile girl. What do they want..?

They want to be seen, they want to be heard, they want to dress up like a flower, the want to be admired. They are filled with joy and want to jump around and sing and dance. Hummm…. What do you do with that.?

Well, let’s see. What worked for the men was creating a game where men could be men, and be at their best.

So what if we did the same with girls. Create a situation where a girl can be a girl, at her best.

Now just like baseball or football, we are going to have to spend a lot of money. Ya don’t make money if you don’t spend money. You don’t achieve excellence without an investment.

So we get us a gaggle of girls, and we pour money into pose training, into dance classes and singing classes. You teach these girls how to refine their skills of presentation, public speaking, flirting. You dress them up like a field of flowers, and yet make each one a little different, because they are.

Okay, now let us get a band, and some music, some songs, teach it to them with a little choreography until they have it down… and then stick them out there and see what happens. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQtz0BY3rbg is what happens. Did you see the audience? Seems the place was full and they were having a good time.

Just take a look at the audience you can draw with excellence… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=unau6nthttg There is nothing more beautiful than a field of flower waving in the breeze, with the sound of joy rising to the heavens.

Are you seeing the stadium? Notice it’s full, many in the audience are on their feet. The flashlights? Each girl is assigned a color, everybody has their favorite girl (just like a favorite player in football,) and knows her color, and carry’s a flashlight with her color.

Notice there are no stars… They are all idols (their title), but there are no stars. They are part of something bigger than themselves, and yet are humble, because they are one of many. Bonus→ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JELg3Ljmv0g There are about sixty girls on that stage. It’s kind of mind blowing when you thing about everything that went into this. Are you seeing the crowd.? The girls are known as AKB48 if you want to look them up.

So my verdict is…. Yes, girls can fill up a stadium, but you can’t buck the truth. If you want to fill up a stadium, be girls and be good at it.

August 2026

George Henry Nichols

PS-> The world loves a girl.... Don't throw that away. 

Observation #424 hillbillies

 

I want to tell a little story, an observation I made once on the road. As a truck driver, I drove all over the country, and stopped in many a truck stop.

I have always been a capitalist, except I call it ‘Thou Shall Not Steal.’ If you can’t steal from me? Than by default, I have a right to possess. The test of ownership, is, can I sell it, can I trade it? This commandment is the foundation of what we call capitalism. Plain and simple, and it works, look around.

I made an observation once in Roanoke, Virginia that really drove it home, just how well the free market really works. I was standing in a T/A Truck Stop, looking and laughing at the postcards. They (the postcards) were of hillbillies, and looked real to me, looked basically like family photo albums, of hillbillies.

Standing there, going through these cards, and laughing to myself, it occurred to me just where I was. I was in Roanoke, Virginia, I was in the belly of the beast, so to speak. The card I was looking at could very well be the great-grandparents of the guy there behind the counter.

Here I am in Roanoke Virginia, at a T/A Truck Stop, being run by Hillbillies, selling me their family photos, and taking my money with a smile on their face.

The American economy is a wonderful thing when there is room to sell me your family photos.

The more I thought about it. We were all doing it, Texas selling pictures of early Texas, early New Mexico, early Colorado, the list goes on and on, family photos everywhere. The American Economy is a wonderful, expansive thing, it allows for most any honest trade were both parties are happy. “Look, I got a picture of a Hillbilly.”

The point is, if you can’t make it here, you’re a loser, and we don’t need to be listening to losers.

George Henry Nichols

August 2026

Bullies

 

I want to speak to the idea of bullies. What a bully is, how he operates and how to deal with one.

President Theodore Roosevelt was said to be a bully. He was famous for it, but the truth is, he wasn’t, and the reason he wasn’t; is because he could back it up, and his goal was not self-serving. Whereas, a bully can’t usually back it and is self-serving.

It’s like Marshall Dillon and the bad guy. The bad guy sees the Marshall as a bully, when in truth, the bad guy is the bully. The bad guy will shoot it out with most anyone, because he can scare them into submission. But the Marshall scares the bully, because the Marshall can and will back it up.

Bullies work on the idea of intimidation. They intimidate to get what they want, and what they want, is self-serving. When I went to school, Dad taught him how to deal with them. He said, punch ‘em right in the nose, hard, (first punch wins the fight) and then go from there.

So sure enough, in the second grade, there was a bully, and he was taking kids lunch money, threatening to beat them up. He was a bigger fellow, and like to throw his weight around. Well he wanted MY lunch money, I told him no, he said I’ll beat you up. So I punched him right in the nose as hard as I could..!!! POW…!!! And the fight ensued, rough and tumble it was. To make a long story short, he got my lunch money, that day, and a black eye, and bloody lip and nose to go with it. We both got in trouble, but…. This is the important part. He never tried again to take my lunch money, because it was too much work for twenty-five cents. I said no. and I backed it up, and I provided a cost. Funny things was, after that, he told everybody we were buddies.

You know they have passed a bunch of laws, says you can’t be hitting people, for whatever reason. They call it assault. Hummm… Who do you suppose wanted laws like that? Hmmm… Bullies, let us disarm our victims. Bullies are cowards, who work on intimidation. And not all bad guys look like bad guys. Some wear suits, and steal your lunch money from behind your back, and threaten you with some law if you object.

Protesters (rioters) are no more than bullies, trying to shove shit ideas down your throat, and they can get in your face, cause if you hit them, just like that, the law is on their side. Nice little set up.

When I went to school, one of the things they taught in gym, was boxing, wrestling and self defense. Couple of fellows have a disagreement, well sometimes they settled it with fist to cuffs. Many times, when it was said and done, the adversaries were buddies. It’s mutual respect, when both find out you’re willing to back it up. Many a tight bond was bred that way. Now who’s idea do you think it was to quit teaching self-defense in high schools. Hummm…

What’s my point. The country is being run being run by bullies, they have slowly turned things (laws) in favor of themselves. We stand for the constitution, we stand for truth, we stand for blind justice, then remember, we stand for God, and he’s watching, it’s time to dish out a cost.

The bullies in congress, in the senate, in the media, rioters, in the private sector and in your neighborhood need to be called out as the cowards they are, and dealt a cost.

President Trump is doing exactly that. Don’t think he can do it by himself, he needs America’s help. He’s got the swamp draining, let us open up a few more ditches, and see what runs out.

Don’t consider what it cost you now, consider instead, what it might cost in the long run if the bullies have their way. It time to stand up and as Americans, and be Americans, and push these clowns off the stage.

George Henry Nichols

August 2026

Open Letter to US House -> Forest Fires -> My Two-Cents

 

I’ve been thinking about all these forest fires we’ve been having lately. Seems it would pay to clean the forest floor now and then, considering the money spent to fight said fires.

Seems to me when I was a kid, they did just that, kept the forest floor clean. They also maintained a system of fire lookout towers throughout the forest, complete with radio communications. Seems we do neither anymore.

Might I suggest we get back to keeping the forest floor clean. Seems it’s our job. Something I think might be worth consideration is; instead of lookout towers, we set up a system of well grounded lighting rods throughout the forest, with about a half acre clearing around it, standing well above the tree tops. This could very well reduce fires considerably.

Myself and a few pilot buddies of mine came up with an idea which might be worth considering; You set up a pilot training program, (considering we are low on qualified pilots,) and you train them to fly a grid over X forest looking for smoke, or any other kind of trouble. Perhaps you could even get the airlines to chip in a bit. This could replace the idea of lookout towers and be a training program to boot. Dual purpose.

I figure if we reduce the number of fires, and redirect that money into productive ideas, instead of it going up in smoke. In the long run it would prove cheaper, or at least give a return on the dollar spent.

Well, that’s my two-cents on the forest fires, my heart goes out to anyone effected, and shame on us for not taking care of business.

George Henry Nichols

July 2026

Lying Medea & it's effects on me.

 

ABC, CBS, NBC, CNN and the rest have lied so long, (since Dan Rather & President Reagan) nothing they say means anything to me. They are mute to me. Let explain, when Reagan was President, I would listen to one of his speeches, and Dan Rather or some news man at the time, would tell me what he said. It became obvious they had not heard the speech. They had not even bothered to listen to the speech. So many times, what they told me was a flat ass lie...! That they had made up, I know, Because I had heard the speech.

In fact I consider them un-American. Not sure who they serve? But it ain't the American people. Local news is just as bad, they are so busy worrying about how people feel....they miss the News completely. It's to the point... it's all about feelings and nobody even knows what News is. There is shit happening all over the world "that is News" and I have to search it out, because even Fox is losing site of what News actually is. News is not one news guy talking to another. Our media is on the verge of being worthless, it's a shame because they are SO important, they are singled out in the constitution. You-tube may very well save our ass, because it's giving truth (Nick Shirley, Angela Rose & the like) a platform. May they carry on and put the bull-shitter out on the curb.

I don't need the big fancy news desk, and all the great lighting, I don't need a big window behind my news man, like he goes out there. I don't need to hear experts pontificate on and on about what they know and what they think. Most of them make it up. I NEED THE NEWS. What is actually happening in the world and my country. Who-What-When-Where & Why..!!! DO YOUR JOB..!!!

George Henry Nichols

July 2026

Can You See the Prosperity?

 
                            

I, George Henry Nichols did not write this. I found it on face-book with no name. Thought it very well written. Thought I should share. If YOU wrote it, please let me know, and I will credit it. 

My Generation Is Blind to the Prosperity Around Us!

I'm sitting in a small coffee shop near Nokomis (Florida) trying to think of what to write about. I scroll through my news-feed on my phone looking at the latest headlines of presidential candidates calling for policies to "fix" the so-called injustices of capitalism. I put my phone down and continue to look around.

I see people talking freely, working on their Mac Book’s, ordering food they get in an instant, seeing cars go by outside, and it dawned on me. We live in the most privileged time in the most prosperous nation and we've become completely blind to it.

Vehicles, food, technology, freedom to associate with whom we choose. These things are so ingrained in our American way of life we don't give them a second thought.

We are so well off here in the United States that our poverty line begins 31 times above the global average. Thirty One Times!!!

Virtually no one in the United States is considered poor by global standards. Yet, in a time where we can order a product off Amazon with one click and have it at our doorstep the next day, we are unappreciative, unsatisfied, and ungrateful. (??)

Our unappreciative is evident as the popularity of socialist policies among my generation continues to grow. Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez recently said to Newsweek talking about the millennial generation, "An entire generation, which is now becoming one of the largest electorates in America, came of age and never saw American prosperity."

Never saw American prosperity! Let that sink in.

When I first read that statement, I thought to myself, that was quite literally the most entitled and factually illiterate thing I've ever heard in my 26 years on this earth. Many young people agree with her, which is entirely misguided.

My generation is being indoctrinated by a mainstream narrative to actually believe we have never seen prosperity. I know this first hand, I went to college, let's just say I didn't have the popular opinion, but I digress.

Why then, with all of the overwhelming evidence around us, evidence that I can even see sitting at a coffee shop, do we not view this as prosperity? We have people who are dying to get into our country.

People around the world destitute and truly impoverished. Yet, we have a young generation convinced they've never seen prosperity, and as a result, we elect some politicians who are dead set on taking steps towards abolishing capitalism. We don't have a lack of prosperity problem. Why? The answer is this,?? “my generation has only seen prosperity. We have no contrast. We didn't live in the great depression, or live through two world wars, the Korean War, The Vietnam War or we didn't see the rise and fall of socialism and communism.”

We don't know what it's like to live without the internet, without cars, without smartphones. We don't have a lack of prosperity problem. We have an entitlement problem, an ungratefulness problem, and it's spreading like a plague.

Unknown

June 2026