What the Hell is the Republican Party Doing?


This was my third try at a Nevadan Republican Caucus. While it was fun, it was still brimming with disappointment. But let me start from the beginning.
In 2008 I proudly marched down to my polling place. Literally marched for it was just down the street. I was confronted with a sign that said m caucus address was Da Dee Da Dee Dee. A mere 50 miles away. Great. I was also walking because the Luckymobile was running on fumes Thoughts oozed through my mind.
“So much for voting.”
“What the Hell is a Caucus?”
“When was this decided?”
“Who decided this? I didn’t vote for it.”
In 2012, I was ready and waiting. 50 miles into town and didn’t realize I forgot my Driver’s License until I got to the parking lot. When I checked in, I was ushered to the “Problem Table”. There were about four or five of us who forgot their I.D. of something. We waited or a “Problem Solver” for about two hours and in that time watched about a dozen people bypass the whole checking in thing and went straight to a “Caucus Room” to um…..caucus. Whatever that is.
2016. Fresh from a Trump Rally the night before, I was raring to go to a Caucus. I almost forgot we were carpooling. I wasn’t driving, yay me. Armed with an ID, a wife and a vague idea on how a caucus is supposed to run I was giving the Republicans another go.
What’s a Precinct number? Right. Got it. You have to know your precinct. It’s on your voter registration card or you can ask like I did. We were informed that we could vote and leave but I was there for the fight. After lauding and debating and arguing the merits and faults of all the candidates for an hour and a half we broke up and went home. We discussed the candidates AFTER we voted so that was a waste of time. We never elected a delegate to the County Caucus which was the whole point of the Caucus. I do not fault our precinct leader because he was drafted into the position by virtue of arriving first. We needed trained leaders at least if not voters.
So I enjoyed my first Caucus. I feel that at least our group is united to support our national candidate, whoever they may be. I might have gotten my mug on CNN. I never had to present the ID I brought and the only question anyone asked me was “Have you voted?”
Which I’m pretty sure I could’ve done at each precinct table.
But I didn’t because I’m one of the Good Guys.

Larry Brower Dead at 68

September 7, 1946-September 25, 2014
September 7, 1946-September 25, 2014

My Good Friend Larry D. Brower has died after a prolonged illness.  No woman has been loved by a man like Larry loved his Margo and he is now with her again.

I had the privilege to work with Larry and  call him Friend.  Many might have called him gruff but he had a heart as big as Iowa and would give the shirt of his back to help you.

Larry’s health failed him a few years ago and his step daughter Carla cared for him.  After Margo died and estranged from his family in Iowa, it was Carla that brought joy back into Larry’s life.

This was no mean feat for Larry was fiercely independent.   He loved his cats and his gun collection and read the newspaper cover to cover every day.  I learned to never question him about football.  He was right and I was wrong and that was that.

Larry was a 22 year Air Force Veteran and retired  as a Senior Master Sergeant.  He was a crew chief and worked on the F-4 Phantom, the T-39, the F-5 and his beloved SR-71.

Larry worked the Blackbird at Beale AFB and Kadena AB.
Larry worked the Blackbird at Beale AFB and Kadena AB.
Larry was in the 65th Aggressor Squadron at Nellis.
Larry was in the 65th Aggressor Squadron at Nellis.

65th Agressors

True to his Iowan heritage, Larry was ever tight-lipped and humble about his service but be reassured that he contributed significantly to our Country and his distinguished service was in keeping with the highest traditions of the U.S. Air Force and reflected great credit upon himself, and the United States of America.


Larry was buried with full military honors on Wednesday, October 8, 2014 in the Glendale Cemetery, Des Moines, Iowa.

If you wish, please donate to Larry’s memory to The Wounded Warrior Project.