Thank You Mr. Rahmer

 

Fred & TravFor the past 10 racing seasons, Dad and I have been making the trip up to central Pennsylvania to watch sprint car races at Lincoln Speedway and Williams Grove Speedway.  My work schedule doesn’t give me many Fridays and Saturdays  off, so we take advantage of as many as we possibly can.  This year, we were fortunate that my weekends off in this  rotation fell right into the heart of the season, so we have been able to go quite a few times, including this past Friday night.  We got to watch my favorite local driver, Fred Rahmer, start 10th in the 410 feature and finish 2nd.  Impressive as always.  Following the race, while we were watching the 358 feature, Mr. Rahmer was confirming his plans to retire at the end of the season.

10 years ago, I went with Dad and some of his co-workers to Susquehanna Speedway in Newberrytown, PA.  They were running school bus races, so of course all the bus drivers wanted to go.  I had no idea there was a race track about an hour from our house.  We always went out to Hagerstown anytime we wanted to watch some dirt track racing.  We get to Susquehanna that night, and the school buses are on the track, running it in and getting it ready for that nights program.  When the track is ready, they get the buses off, and the sprint cars start coming out for hot laps.

I had seen the World of Outlaws on TNN back in the day, so I knew what a sprint car was.  I knew Tony Stewart owned WoO team, so I was familiar with his driver Danny Lasoski, and every race fan in the country had heard of Steve Kinser.  That was about the extent of my knowledge of the sport.  When the first set of cars came out for hot laps and the track went green, I knew I was hooked.  The speed of these machines on a dirt track is unbelievable.  It really is something you have to see and experience to appreciate.  At that point, I had forgotten all about the school buses and wanted to see more sprint cars.  The racing program continued, and soon, it was time for the feature race of the night, the A-Main for the sprint cars.  Like Dad and I do at every track, we each pick a car to pull for.  If I recall, my dad picked Brent Kluge since he was from Fallston, which we thought was awesome.  I picked the car pictured above, the 88H of Fred Rahmer.  I knew nothing about Fred Rahmer before that night.  Before they took the green, I didn’t know how old he was, if he had ever won before, or even if he was any good.  I saw that one word on the wing of his car that made me pick him, Chevrolet.  I made a good choice.  On that night, he won.

The 2nd sprint car race I went to was the 2004 Summer Nationals at Williams Grove, featuring the World of Outlaws.  I went there all excited to see the 20 of Danny Lasoski and Steve Kinser, the two guys I was familiar with.  Since Tony Stewart was my favorite NASCAR driver, I figured I would pull for his car, and Lasoski was his driver.  I bought a t-shirt as soon as I got there and put it on.  I found a seat on the backstretch, and got ready to see some racing.  Out came Lasoski for his hot laps, and he got booed by most of the people there.  Steve Kinser came out, and I expected a lot of cheering for him.  Boy was I wrong.  Those people booed the hell out of him, flicked him off, and went nuts.  I had a World of Outlaws program, and every single car that was on the cover of that program was not welcomed warmly to the track.  Anybody else was cheered and applauded.  I explained to the person next to me that this was my first WoO race, and asked why everybody hates the outlaws.  His response has been stuck in my head ever since.  ”F$#% the Outlaws. Pennsylvania Posse Forever”.

I knew at that point, I better find a local driver to cheer for too, or I may not make it out of Pennsylvania alive.  About that time, Fred Rahmer was coming out of the pit area, and my decision was easy.  He struggled that night for the most part, having to take a provisional to race in the A-Main if I recall correctly, but he went from starting last, to finishing 8th.  Very impressive considering the level of competition he was up against that night.  Lasoski actually won, and I went into the pits following the race and was able to shake his hand.  He was very nice, signed my shirt, and told me he hoped I would be a sprint car fan for the rest of my life.

The third race I went to was back at Susquehanna Speedway in the middle of September.  Fred Rahmer clinched the track championship that night, and won the feature.  Since that year, I’ve lived and breathed sprint car racing as much as possible.  Even though I can’t go to as many races I would like, I keep up on the internet, through Twitter, and subscribe to the Area Auto Racing News.  I even decided that my bachelor party should be held at Williams Grove during the first WoO appearance of the year.  We took about 10 guys in a school bus, ironically, up to The Grove.  Everybody who went that night was impressed at what those men and machines did on a clay surface.  That night will always be special because it’s the only time I’ve gotten up enough courage to talk to Mr. Rahmer.  He was very kind, and I have a picture of the two of us from that night.  For some reason, I am still intimidated by him, and don’t want to do anything that would make him mad, even though I’m sure he would be just as kind as he was that night.

For the last 10 years, the entire time I’ve followed sprint car racing, I’ve been a Fred Rahmer fan.  When this season is over, I know I’m going to feel lost.  I don’t know who else to pull for.  I have certainly been spoiled, pulling for one of the greatest drivers to ever wheel a sprint car.  I’ve seen him on TV at the Knoxville Nationals and World Finals, I’ve heard him interviewed on Winged Nation, and I’ve enjoyed knowing that if there was a big show on the east coast, my driver would be there.  Mr. Rahmer certainly deserves to retire after the amazing career he’s had.  I am happy for him and his family, but I sure am going to miss him.

Mr. Rahmer, thank you for getting me hooked on sprint car racing.  Thank you for showing me the great racing that takes place fairly close to our home near Baltimore.  Thank you for giving me reason to wake up my house after reading that you won another feature.  Thank you for the kindness you showed a drunk guy celebrating his last weekend as a bachelor.  Thank you, for everything.

Travis

The Picture is Clear

This has been a pretty crazy summer, and getting things organized for fall has been a big part of that. The schedule for my first semester at Towson is set, and things at work were settled. Let me explain. Recently, I applied and interviewed for a promotion to Assistant Shift Supervisor. The hiring process includes multiple interviews and two rounds of training. The promotion wouldn’t take effect until January 1st.

Before I discuss that any further, I want to thank all the folks who supported my attempt to obtain the position, especially the many co-workers who offered words of encouragement, and stated their hope that I would be selected. As expected, I was not.

The form letter I was handed, stating I was not chosen, may have been the best document I’ve received during my 9+ years here. I am about to embark on one of the most difficult challenges of my life beginning on August 28th. I will continue working full-time on midnight shift, but this semester, I’m taking on 12 credits at Towson, making me a full-time student as well. On top of that, I will be continuing my role as “stay at home dad” four days a week. Just thinking about it causes some anxiety, considering 3 of the 4 classes I’m taking must be passed with an A or B to get me admitted to the College of Business and Economics.

So what did the letter do to help me? First off, it relieves me of the additional mandatory training that would be required. That’s a big deal because the training department of this 24 hour facility doesn’t offer training on midnight shift, so we have to work overtime to do it. Chrissie and I both have to change schedules around to make that happen, and usually, Chrissie loses work hours when that happens. Not fair to her. That happened frequently during the “Supervisors Academy” I was a part of over the last 6 months.

The main reason why I was happy to receive that letter was motivation. The further I’ve gone in my education since going back, the more motivated I’ve become to reach my goals. This put it in high gear at at the right time. I’ve worked here for over 9 years and gone nowhere. I waited longer than most to cross-train in another room, and been turned down for promotions multiple times since. I constantly feel undervalued and under appreciated. My efforts to help the center and make myself a more valuable asset to it go unnoticed. I was even told my coursework and activities outside of work “do not matter”.

Let me make one thing clear, I love my co-workers, and for the most part, I love my job. There are so many good people here, who work hard and do amazing things. I want nothing more than to be put in a position to improve my workplace, and ensure everybody here feels appreciated, and has opportunities to accomplish the things they want during their career here.

I am now more motivated than ever. I’m motivated to get my bachelors degree as quickly as possible. I’m motivated to excel in my studies, and get the most out of what Towson University has to offer. I’m motivated to make myself a highly valued asset to Baltimore County, whether in the 9-1-1 Center, or another department or agency. I believe if you work hard enough, a persons education, knowledge, experience, and dedication will reach a point where it can’t be ignored any longer, and someone will see it, acknowledge it, and utilize it. I won’t stop until that happens.

**Side note: Congratulations to those of you who have moved on in the process. I’m sure all of you would do a great job, and I wish you good luck as you go forward.

Dean vs Hernandez

This started as a Facebook rant, but I think it will be better served here.

 

The way folks in this county have reacted to the two big celebrity news stories going on right now has really pissed me off. Paula Dean admitted to using an offensive racial slur. Awful as it is, at least she has taken the time to apologize, has taken interviews to apologize and ask for forgiveness, and never hid behind the accusations. Do I call myself a “Paula Dean Supporter”? No. I do respect how she has handled the situation. Even so, she is being burned at the stake for her transgression. Maybe she deserves that, but I’m not the one who can make that decision.

Aaron Hernandez. This a**hole killed a man, and possibly will be charged in the murder of two others. The more evidence that comes to light, the more it seems he is guilty. There have been quite a few Patriots fans, protesting in front of his house for his release. You can’t be serious. A suspected murder should be let go, but somebody who said an offensive word, admitted it, and apologized multiple times publicly, should lose everything. Some people in this country have seriously lost their way.

In closing, I am not saying Paula Dean should not suffer any consequences for her actions. I am only comparing the public reaction to both these situations, and how messed up it is.

**PS, some Steelers fan is going to comment and mention Ray Lewis. He obstructed justice, was convicted of it, and served the judges sentence. There was never any evidence he was the murderer. The two guys who did it were found to be acting in self defense and were released. Lewis was the only one involved who was convicted of anything. Therefore, any argument involving him in this discussion is invalid.

Newtown

It was a beautiful morning here in Connecticut. A light snow was falling, just enough to freshen up the snow that was deposited here during last weekends blizzard that left 3 feet of snow. Nothing like that today, but the snow on the trees and the snow on the ground sure made for some beautiful scenery. I woke early this morning, and decided to go for a drive. I got on I-84 and headed west through the mountains. Simply beautiful. I traveled past Waterbury, a larger town that looked like an old industrial area, with large brick buildings that have some character to them, not like the plants and factories built within the last 50 years. A few more miles up the road, a road sign appeared, Newtown, next 2 exits.

Newtown.

Like much of the world and many of you, I watched the events of December 14, 2012 unfold on the news with tears in my eyes and anger in my heart. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t rest. I couldn’t clear my head. I still think of those families almost daily. Now I was just over a mile from where those innocent people lost their lives that day. I will admit that I considered visiting the town while I was here, but didn’t want to be a part of the disruption that this community has experienced these last two months. Newtown, specifically Sandy Hook, seemed to be a beautiful small town on TV. I’m sure it looked beautiful with the freshly fallen snow, so I decided to just pass through, with no intention of going to the area of the school. I went through the middle of town and looped back around, and found myself headed towards the school. I pulled into Tredwell Memorial Park, where the media compound was, and where the press conferences were held after the tragedy. I was the only car in the parking lot. I took a few minutes to call Chrissie and Carolina. I’ve never missed them more than I did at that moment. This was about as close as I wanted to get. I couldn’t see the school or the Fire Department that was next to the driveway, but I was able to recognize
some of the landmarks from the newscasts. I said a prayer, got back in my car, and went out the way I came in.

There are only subtle signs that a major event happened here. There are green and white ribbons on many light posts and signs, and small hand painted wood stars in many colors with small messages on the utility poles. Words like “wish” and “love” adorn them. The only large sign I saw was on a railroad bridge headed into town. It was a simple white vinyl sign with lots of signatures that said “We Are With You Newtown from Tuson, AZ”. Besides that, if you woke up in a car without knowing where you were, you would have no idea.

I pulled into the Starbucks for a cup of coffee, and an opportunity to gather my thoughts before driving back to the hotel. I ordered my drink, and found a seat. The people here have obviously returned to their normal daily routines, and this place was busy, but it felt different. The people I have encountered since my plane landed yesterday are a lot like those in Baltimore. They keep to themselves, usually don’t offer a “hello” or “good morning” unless spoken to first, and don’t make eye contact in passing. Not in Newtown. Everybody greets everybody, even with just a nod or a smile. There were quite a few children in the coffee shop, and every time one of them spoke, every single person in the room would look up and smile. It’s clear that every single child in their community is looked at as a gift and a blessing to everyone there. It was truly heartwarming and something I have never experienced before. This community had reinvented itself through tragedy into something every community should be like.

One of my goals while in Connecticut was to find a geocache. For every state you find a geocache in, you are a awarded a “souvenir” that goes on your profile. Since I have no idea when I will be in this state agin, I figured I better earn it now. While sipping on my coffee, I searched for a nearby cache that I could still find even with all the snow on the ground. “Visit Sandy Hook FD #1″ appeared on the screen. I stopped. I knew this was probably located right next to the school, but decided to read the description anyway. It was placed here by a member of the fire department way back in 2005. The page said it had been found 202 times, but there were 244 notes on it from people all over the world, expressing their condolences and sympathies to those impacted. This cache was special, and I wanted to find it. I finished my coffee, got into the car, and headed towards Riverside Road.

I saw the firehouse and the driveway for the school. The large memorial and the Sandy Hook School sign are gone, but a couple signs left by mourners are on the signpost. The driveway is covered in snow, untouched. It’s clear no vehicles or pedestrians have been down that road since before the blizzard, and it is blocked by road cones. About 250 feet down the road, concrete barriers provide a more permanent blockade to the school building. I wouldn’t have gone down there if I could. The parking lot at the firehouse was full of vehicles, but nobody was outside. I would guess they were having a meeting or event of some sort. I parked in the back, followed my app to where the cache was hidden, and stopped at the right front corner of the building, the spot closest to where that iconic Sandy Hook School sign once was. I found the container quickly, signed the log sheet, and put it back. Nobody came out and questioned what I was doing, and nobody pulling into the parking lot stopped either. I’m sure they were used to seeing people digging around those bushes looking for it long before the shooting occurred. Before walking back to the car, I turned around and looked at that signpost one last time, bowed my head and said a quick prayer for those lost and those left behind.

On my way out of town, I stopped at a small gift shop to get a drink for the ride home. On the counter, they had green magnetic ribbons for your car to remember the “SHS Angels”. Many of the vehicles in town had them, and since all the money went to the charity started by the town, I bought two. The girl at the counter asked if I was from around here, and I admitted I was not, and explained I was in the area for a wedding. She told me to enjoy my visit, enjoy the wedding, and thanked me for the donation. Kindness to an admitted intruder.

For a community that lost so much, it seems so much was gained. Sandy Hook is a beautiful, small, New England town, filled with people who were forced to consider what really matters in life. They have clearly bonded together to overcome what they have experienced, and now seem to treat each other the way all people should treat each other, all the time. Part of me feels guilty for stopping in the first place. I know they have been bombarded with people wanting to leave mementos, offer condolences, and those sick people who just want to be close to where murders have happened. I am grateful to the people of Newtown and Sandy Hook for allowing me to visit their town, feel their warmth, kindness, love, and resilience. Even though I was not a local, for an hour, I felt like a part of the community. Sandy Hook is indeed a special place that will move past this terrible time in their history, and be forever changed because of it.

Post-Election Thoughts

Sure, I have my opinion on the election.  I voted for one of the two main candidates running for President of the United States. Maybe he won, maybe he didn’t.  Did I vote on Question 6, the question to allow same-sex marriage?  Sure did.  Did I vote for or against?  Yes I did.  Did I vote on expanded gambling, which was Question 7?  Yup.  Did I agree or disagree with the winning side?  Indeed, it was one of those.  It is the right of almost every American to vote, and vote by secret ballot.  For the most part, I choose to keep my decisions to myself.  I do this to prevent my friends, family, and co-workers from changing their opinion of be because of my political, moral, and ethical beliefs.  My political affiliation doesn’t define me.  Whether I am for or against same-sex marriage doesn’t change how I treat you, or how I feel about you.  Whether or not I am for a casino in PG County and table games across the state doesn’t make me against education, or a gambling addict.  Do I need to agree with your decisions at the ballot box to be your friend?  Lord No.  If most people did, we’d never get anything done, and spend most of our time arguing.  Not worth it.  I give my opinion where it matters most; at the polling place, on that screen where I make my decisions known to the world with the power of my vote.  If things turned out the way you wanted, awesome.  Congratulations to the Obama supporters, the same-sex couples who can now be married under the laws in The State of Maryland, and the folks who are excited to play black-jack just down the street.  I know there were more items on the ballot, but I used these three as my examples.

That all being said, there is one item of the day that I can’t let go of without getting my true thoughts off my chest.  ”The Dream Act”.  I voted against it, and would go to my polling place every day for the rest of my life to vote against it if I needed to.  This is not just about tuition rates for illegal immigrants.  It goes deeper than most people realize.  Now that in-state tuition rates are available for a large number of illegal immigrants in this state, the number of them applying to the University of Maryland system will increase.  Well guess what, because they are immigrants, they are obviously a minority.  Minorities receive preferential admission into most public colleges.  I will admit, I am unsure how the University of Maryland System handles it, but I’m sure minorities get “points” added when deciding whether to admit them or not.  Besides that, many scholarship organizations cater to many minority groups, and offer money for college based on your race.  So, people in the State of Maryland, who are here ILLEGALLY, now pay the same price for college as I do, have a better chance of being accepted than I do, and have more scholarship opportunities available to them than I do.  I care, not because I am white, not because I’m male.  I care about this because I WAS BORN IN MARYLAND, IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, AND HAVE LIVED HERE MY ENTIRE LIFE.  So, my taxes are paying for a university system that people in this country illegally the same or more access to than I do.  Thankfully, Towson University has agreements with most community colleges in Maryland to offer guaranteed admittance with an Associates degree.  Otherwise, Lord knows what would happen.  I may be okay, but what about my daughter?  What about your kids?  Will they be forced to a high-priced private college because their spot in the U of MD system was taken by an illegal immigrant.  I sure hope not, but only time will tell.

Rededicated

After 3 years or so of formally studying photography in a college setting, I have decided to change directions with my education. During the time I spent studying photo, I learned a few things, but certainly lost more then I gained. Most of the things that were taught, I had already learned about from the countless photography books I had read. I was able to learn some things about Photoshop, Camera Raw, and darkroom black and white photography that I hadn’t explored, but for the most part, I was bored with it. My boredom caused me to largely lose the passion I had for the craft. I felt taking pictures was something I had to do, which it was. Our assignments put us in a box, requiring me to use a certain technique, or subject matter, to photograph. I became focused solely on finding things that I needed to photograph to get a grade, looking past potentially beautiful and interesting images that I could have captured. Photography was no longer fun, relaxing, or interesting. It was something I did to add a grade and credit hours to my college transcript. It was my pencil in pursuit of a degree.

But something funny happened last week. I went to Harford Community College and got registered for the Fall semester, now as a General Studies major. I walked out of the Student Center, and noticed how sun was lighting up the old house on the campus, and the the breeze was blowing the international flags along the sidewalk that led up to it. “I wish I had my camera with me” I remember thinking to myself. I stopped in my tracks for a second, and tried to remember the last time I had thought that. I couldn’t. It had been so long. In the week or so since, I have found myself looking around again, looking for things that I want to see through the viewfinder of my camera. That quick, the passion and desire had returned. I want to take pictures again. I want to learn and improve my skills as a photographer again, but on my own terms, and in my own way.

I am glad I spent those years studying photography. The knowledge I gained will, without a doubt, make me a better photographer. Plus, all those classes completed the coursework in a particular concentration needed to graduate from Harford, so I only have 4 classes left, versus 7 I would have left at CCBC. I’m saving money, graduating faster, and since all the classes I need are available online, I’m saving a lot of time by making the switch. It feels good to know I made the right decision, and feels even better to want to take pictures again.

Decisions Decisions!

Lately, I have been doing a lot of thinking about my education and questioning myself whether or not I am doing the right thing in regard to my choice of major.  Many of you know, I have been going to the Community College of Baltimore County part-time since the Fall of 2009 as a Digital Photography and Imaging major.  I enrolled there, knowing that we would be moving back to Harford County at some point.  This was fine, because the program I was in was a statewide program, that would allow me to pay in-county tuition rates once I moved out of county.  Last year, this program was no longer considered a statewide program, and the rates went up.  I was grandfathered in, but the discount went from in-county rates, to a discount on tuition, but all the registration/technology/etc fees would be increased to out-of-county rates.  Basically, for 6 credits, my bill each semester went from $700 to almost $1,100.  Still a great deal for higher education, but an increase none the less.  I decided to stick it out since CCBC’s photography program has a focus on digital, and Harford Community College is stuck in the dark ages; they still focus on film photography.

Lately, I have been questioning my decision to major in photography.  I still love it, but I don’t believe I’m as “creative” behind a lens as needed to make it as a professional photographer.  My goal when I went back to school was to finish out my 30 years at Baltimore County 911 and retire, then use my education to pursue a second career as a photographer.  Lately, I have been thinking a lot about trying to change career paths before my time at Baltimore County is complete.  At this point, it would be foolish to give up the 8 years of seniority I have there and start over, but there are plenty of other opportunities in the county I could go after with the right training and education.  On top of that, I’m not really happy where I am right now.  I will continue to work as hard as I can to move up the “chain of command” and advance my career at 911, but at this point, I think it is in my best interest to see what other opportunities are out there for me.

This brings me to my current dilemma.  I am about 5 classes away from completing my AA in Digital Photography at CCBC.  After looking at the General Studies major at Harford, I am close to, or finished, the requirements for an AA degree already.  I have about 80 credits between the two institutions, and there are only 62 required for graduation.  Plus, the cost of going to Harford over CCBC is significantly less ($83/credit hour vs about $120) .   The question is, where do I go from here?  I will probably transfer to Towson University to work on my bachelors, but I don’t know what I would major in.  In my spare time, I have been reading and studying meteorology, and I really enjoy it.  Towson does offer a minor in it, so I would probably go after that, just for my own personal enrichment and knowledge.  I started school as an accounting/business administration major, so I could always get back into something along those lines.

I have too much time and money invested in photography already, so I will obviously continue to work with that as a hobby or side job at some point.  There is no way I would throw all that away.  Hopefully, once I am re-accepted at Harford and have a chance to talk to an academic adviser and see where I stand, I will be better prepared to make an informed decision.  So, it looks like I will probably be studying at Harford Community College again beginning in the Fall.  The only question left is, then what?

My New Facebook Terms of Service & Privacy Policy

Over the last few weeks, I have been more and more annoyed with Facebook and the people on it.  Nobody in particular, just the whole thing.  I wake up in the afternoon or evening, grab my cell phone, and scroll through my news feed.  I do this because many people believe if they share information on Facebook, there is no need to share it any other place or via any other means of communication.  Reading every post from a particular day takes about half an hour, and my time has become too precious to waste doing this anymore.  Besides that, Facebook has become more of an outlet for anger and frustration, and less of a true “social network”.  I’m sick and tired of being put in a bad mood or flat out pissed off by something somebody posted in their status or a comment made on a status.  More then that, I am sick of people who make status updates to get a message across to somebody, or a post to somebody else’s wall that is actually directed to somebody else, but they are too much of a coward to say what they want to say to that person directly.  I know that I too am guilty of venting and negativity frequently on Facebook and I am part of the problem.  I’m done with it.

Now that’s out of the way, here is my new “Facebook Terms of Service and Privacy Policy”:

I, Travis Galliher, will no longer check Facebook everyday, or read every post that comes onto my news feed.  I have created a list, called “The Short List”, which is now my primary news feed.  This is the only feed I will read on a regular basis.  Of the 352 “Friends” I currently have on Facebook, only 12 people are on “The Short List”.  If you are wondering if you are on this list, you’re not.  Immediate family and a couple very close friends are it.  It’s nothing personal or not an indication that you and I are no longer friends in the real world, it’s just the easiest way to simplify things.  Also, I will not post to Facebook nearly as often, maybe once or twice a week.  I will continue to occasionally post pictures of Carolina, and will post if there is something I want to share with everyone.  Many times, it may be just a link to one of our blogs.  I wanted to turn comments off, but Facebook no longer has this feature.

Why didn’t I just delete my Facebook account?  Facebook is the only way I currently communicate with a few people, especially my friends and family who are out of town, and I didn’t not want to sever that completely.  Facebook also does have some useful tools besides the whole “status updates” thing.  Their messenger and events services are quite useful, and I will continue to check and reply to those on a regular basis.

Please understand, this a decision I made for me, not against anybody.  If it was targeted at only a couple people, I would have just hidden their posts, un-friended then, or blocked them.  I have no problem doing that.  This is being done for my own well-being, and to cut down on my time spent reading post after post of negativity, drama, and BS, just to make sure I don’t miss an occasional post of importance.

How will you contact me?  Easy.  If you insist on contacting me via social media, you can follow me on Twitter, my handle is @HillbillyTrav, and I have a Google+ account that is checked almost daily.  You can look me up on Skype (I’m not on often, but once in a while), and Google Talk.  I still use that old thing called e-mail, and my address is HillbillyTrav@gmail.com, and you can always call, text, iMessage, FaceTime, or even Voxer me.  If you don’t have my phone number, feel free to email me and I will give it to you.  I also plan on updating our blogs more often.  Trav’s Tidbits (where you are now) is at www.TravisGalliher.com, and The Galliher Family at www.GalliherFamily.com.  Also, Chrissie has no intention on leaving or reducing her presence on Facebook, so if you post something important on there, chances are I will hear about it from her.

I hope you all understand why I am doing this.  Between work, watching Carolina on my own 4-5 days a week,  and taking 2 college classes, I need to cut some of the stress and BS from my life, and Facebook seems like the logical place to start.  This may only be temporary, but we’ll see.  I’ll be talking to y’all soon.  Have a great week.

Trav