Conversation I have always preferred to do things by myself. Definitely introverted. I remember one of my teachers in elementary school would try to pull me out of the sandbox or swings and get me to play ball with some of the other boys. I just wasn't the least bit interested. I would dream of someday owning a little cabin up in the mountains where I could go and be alone. And I definitely wasn't interested in talking to anyone. If the phone rang, I would run the other way yelling at someone else to answer it. My teachers frequently gave me low marks for participation in class. When I got into academy, I would check out of the dorm Sabbath afternoon and go for walks my myself. Life gets boring sometimes and I was happy to get married and share my life with one other person. But even here, some of my greatest memories were when my wife took the kids shopping and left me to do chores areound the house by myself. In college, I didn't have any idea what line of studies I wanted to pursue, but I thought I should learn to do something besides working in a machine shop with my dad the rest of my life. I eventually settled on teaching and graduated with a degree in industrial education. The worst class I was required to take was speech. I'm okay answering questions before a group of people, but to stand up with a lot of eyes just staring at me while I keep talking just doesn't go good. I finally passed the class with a C grade. By the time I graduated, the idea of talking in front of a classroom to a bunch of students, not to mention church functions and board meetings, made me feel sick to think about it. I mean, I could do it for a few weeks maybe, but certainly not for a lifework. So, I thought, maybe being a colporteur and selling books door to door might be a possible way to serve the church and accomplish some good. Once you memorized a canvass, you could just repeat it all day and see what happens. Well, I soon learned that people buy something from you because they like you and they like you because of something you said to them. The colporteur leader of the district would visit homes with me about once a week. When we would come out of a home he would frequently try to explain to me that if I had said such and such or responded thusly to their comment, it would have meant so much more to them than what I said. Unfortunately, I was a slow learner. After a year and a half, I was sinking further and further into debt with three children, so I asked my dad if he could use some help in the shop and I was soon busy operating a milling machine again. Working in a shop was something I loved to do. It was usually just me and a machine and hopefully the phone didn't ring. The Grass Valley church felt a need to find something I could do and they soon had me taking up offerings, running the PA, or recording the service. I believe being an introvert runs in families. My parents were never interested in visiting with people. I remember hearing them tell about the time a car drove into the driveway and someone got out that they recognized as one of their classmates from Lynwood Academy. They quickly ran into a back bedroom until the person got tired of knocking and went away. I'm not that bad. But, I seldom went to the church potlucks, because having to visit with people while I ate made the food less attractive. I was talking with one of my friends at church and explained to him that when I read about the "great multitude which no man could number" in Revelation, I wasn't real interested in being in their midst. I dislike crowds at fairs and ball games and try to avoid them. My friend explained to me the he was sure God would fix me at the second coming and make me normal. When another good friend of my parents asked me why they seldom attended church, I explained that they were getting old and being around a lot of people caused them stress. He let me know that one of the main reasons he came to church was to visit his friends and get inspiration from them. When I was young, I attended a church that held "stress seminars" as a means to get the public to attend some meetings. I often thought it was certainly appropriate for the church to have stress seminars since the church caused much of the stress I experienced in my life. Sabbath often becomes the most stressful day of the week and I can't wait to be alone and running one to the machines in the shop or go off by myself and read a good book. I've been told it's good to get "out of my comfort zone" and expand my horizons and abilities. But it causes stress that increases epeniphrine and cortisone. And with me it causes an upset stomach. When I was attending second grade at San Fernando Valley Academy, my teacher didn't show up one morning and I and my classmates stood around outside the locked door wondering what would happen. While the other kids were whooping and hollering about no school without a teacher, I through up my breakfast under some nearby bushes. While I've learned to control my reactions since then, still any change in my schedule or doing something in front of others can greatly upset my digestive system. Every cell in your body swims in a biochemical/hormonal ocean. Stress alters that aquatic environment. There are thousands of receptors on and in every cell so every emotion, thought or action releases a cascade of neropeptides which bind to the receptors and change the structure and function of every cell in the body. Continued stress can cause a range of physical disorders including heart disease, cancer, arthritis and mental disorders. Stress also damage the mitochondria, the energy producing part of the cell. This can lead to the accumulation of toxic by-products and the resulting reduction of energy, or even cellular death. So, for me the goal is to reduce stress in my life as much as possible and still fill my responsibilities to my friends and family. This can cause stress in itself and it becomes quite a conundrum. Right after I declared bankruptcy and moved to Oroville, Ca., so Shawna and Thad could attend Paradise Adventist Academy, my former roommate from Lodi Academy, David Zimmerman, called and asked to visit and show the "the plan". He said it would solve all my financial problems. When he arrived, he explained how to become an Amway dealer. It was so simple. Just provide my friends and family with soap and other nutritional supplements that they were buying anyway and they would love the personal service. I would profit from the sale instead of the store. And if they decided to get in on this good deal and sell to all their friends, I would get a percentage of everything they sold. It sounded like a foolproof solution. The only problem was my friends and family were stuck on the brands and sources of these items and didn't want my personal service. Oh, I found a couple people to sell to, but the solution was to approach people at gas stations, grocery stores, church events, etc. and engage them in conversation and ask to show them "the plan". This is great for someone that loves to talk. And there are those kind of persons running around. But I wasn't one of them. Just the thought of finding people and talking to them every chance I got caused my to have indegestion. Amway is a lot like a religion. I'm told that is how I should witness about my faith to everyone I meet. But, I don't have any more success there. Everything in life seems to boil down to how good you are at talking. People are certainly different. I've tried to analyze why some people love to talk. Because they do. A pastor told me once that when he was a boy, he would go out to the barnyard and preach to the chickens. In a sermon, I heard Conrad Vine talk about filling preaching appointments when he was a boy and how he enjoyed it. Marc Lombard, writing in Insight Magazine, said, "When I was 14 I began preaching at small churches around Texas. I enjoyed it so much that I did it whenever I could." And women who compete with men to be ordained as ministers are certainly on a different wavelength than I'm on. I've had to talk to groups of people. I was valedictorian of my eighth grade class and had to give a speech at my graduation. I've been asked to call for the offering in church. Many times I have read the Mission Story for my Sabbath School class. And I hated each time and was relieved to be done.

The National Quartet Convention Yvonne has always wanted to attend the National Quartet Convention in Tennessee. When she mentioned it this year, I decided there was no better time to do it than right now. It was during September this year in Pigeon Forge. It lasts exactly a week. We got our tickets and airline bookings to fly out of Spokane at 6am on the morning of September 21. Then we had one hour to change planes at Dallas, Texas, to put us into Knoxville, Tennessee around midday. Well, we were all aboard and ready well before 6am, but the pilot announced he had some paperwork to take care of before we could leave, and after a half hour he again came on the public address to say he was still working on the paperwork and it would be just a few minutes more. So, we didn’t get off until after 7am and there went our next connection in Dallas. We landed in Dallas just as our connecting flight was taking off. The gate personnel had already realized our problem and tried to rebook us on the next flight out, but it was already full so they booked us on a flight for that afternoon. We sat around for several hours and every 45 minutes or so I would get a message on my phone that the flight had been delayed half an hour to an hour. This continued into the evening with updates at 7:07, 7:27, 8:32, 9:32, 9:47,10:27, 10:42, 11:27. We were getting very frustrated by this time and lost all faith in the airline that they knew their business. We finally arrived in Tennessee about 3am Monday morning, but now all the rental car offices were closed, but one had opened for someone else and they agreed to rent us a car at a horrendous price. It was quite foggy out and I didn’t have any idea how to get to Pigeon Forge from Knoxville and started out going the wrong way, but finally got turned around and found myself on google maps and arrived at the motel just as the sun was rising. We ate breakfast at the cafe across the street and went to bed. It was a great week of singing and visiting with all the different groups that show up to these things. Our motel was just half a mile from the convention center and most of the week the weather was okay for walking. Pigeon Forge is a tourist spot full of arcades, giftshops, entertainment venues of all kinds and even had a small village that reminded me of Disneyland. So, now it’s a week later and we were scheduled to fly out Sunday at 7am. We figured that surely the bad luck we had flying in wouldn’t hound us flying home. But, when we got to the airport there was one flight on the board that was delayed two hours. It was ours. They said the pilots were on mandatory rest, which means they hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night to be ready to fly. This meant we wouldn’t make our connection again. They rebooked us on a flight for that afternoon. Well, we would still get home by dark. The plane we were scheduled to take landed a couple hours late, and we watched the passengers deplane while we lined up to get aboard. But, wait. The attendant was making an announcement. He said there was a maintenance issue and it would just be a few minutes to find a mechanic to check out one of the wheels. A half an hour later, he said they couldn’t find the equipment they needed at this airport and the flight was being cancelled. This caused a big commotion as everyone had to find a different flight to get to their destination. There were no more flights that would get us to Spokane Sunday night and they finally booked us on a flight through Chicago for Monday afternoon and agreed to pay for a motel room and $12 a piece for a meal until then. The flight on Monday turned out to be on schedule and we made it to Chicago. Chicago is a busy place with airplanes landing and taking off every few minutes. We couldn’t get to our assigned gate right away because other planes were in the way. We were getting quite anxious about making our connection here. When we finally got off the plane we had just ten minutes to begin boarding our next flight. It was after dark when we got into Spokane, but it was sure good to see our car. We never plan to fly American Airlines again.

Home in Orofino Now that we live closer to Shawna and Roland, they invite us to accompany them on their vacations. In 2024, we went to Yellowstone with Dan and Laurie and Roland’s dad Don Bais and his wife Alice. We spent several days in Yellowstone and then went to Cody, Wyoming with Laurie and Dan. We attended the great rodeo there and the western museums. There is a gun museum that had a sample of every kind of gun ever made in the whole world. It was amazing Then in March, 2025, we went to Belize with Shawna and Roland and Christina and spent several days at resorts along the shore and went boating and swimming. We stopped at the MOVE Institute and visited Jeff Sutton and saw how they finished up the buildings I had helped the Grass Valley church start to build. And in July we went with them to the Olympic National Park. We took a ferry over to the peninsula and drove up to Hurricane Ridge, over 5,000 feet elevation. And then, camped at a hot springs and enjoyed swimming in hot water. It’s an amazing place with big cities and lovely beaches and hiking trails and lakes. In August we went with them to Lake Chelan, about two hours drive from Wenatchee. The lake is over 50 miles long and the town of Stehekin, at the northern end, is only reached by boat or airplane. Stehekin is an Indian word meaning “the way through.” There are 27 active glaciers in the surrounding mountains that feed the lake. It’s a beautiful place with many hiking trails and campgrounds.There are also restaurants and gift shops and you can rent bikes and ATVs. Several weeks later found us all meeting up at Glacier National Park for several days of enjoying the mountain scenery and driving on the “Going to the Sun” road. And next August, Shawna has us all booked for an Alaskan adventure that we are looking forward to. Life is never dull.

Kidney Failure And, so, things continued about the same Through 2022. Lockdowns and masking slowly eased up and things looked like they might get back to normal. In March of 2023, we got a snow storm that lasted about a week. We live on a private road that is down hill to my driveway and I couldn’t get up it even with chains. I thought this would be a great time to catch up with some things that needed doing around the house and spend some time with Yvonne. But she was staying in bed most of the day, claiming she just didn’t feel well. After consulting with Laurie and Shawna, I called her doctor the next week when the snow had cleared up enough to get out and made an appointment for her. The doctor ran some tests and told me she needed more testing than they could do in the office. The nurse said they could send her to some lab, but the fastest thing would be to just take her next door the the hospital emergency room and they could do it all immediately. So, we spent the next couple hours at the emergency. Finally, a nurse came into the waiting room and told us she was in acute kidney failure and they were admitting her to the hospital right away. Thus began a couple weeks with Yvonne on an IV to flood her kidneys and get them working again. She got so bloated she could barely talk or move. So, they gave her a diuretic for a couple days and then right back on the IV. Laurie came the second week and began monitoring her food and applying charcoal patches to her kidneys. Finally, they said her numbers were improving and she could go home and continue treatment from there. Shawna came down from Wenatchee, Washington to check on her and she and Laurie tried to convince me it was time to retire so I could stay home and take care of their mother. Laurie decided to take Yvonne back to Idaho with her since I was too busy to take good care of her, and I told them to look for a house we could buy. The next day, Laurie called me about a house in town that sounded interesting. I told Yvonne to go look at it and she thought we could make it do, so we put in an offer. We found there were two offers ahead of us, but they each had contingencies and we ended up getting it after a couple weeks. I went up and brought Yvonne back so we could put our house in Grass Valley up for sale. We had a home inspection and the inspector said the deck had dry rot and needed to be completely replaced, along with several other things. I said I wasn’t doing that and we dropped the price instead. Of course, I had a business to sell, too. I advertised it for a couple months in the Recorder and on Facebook and Craig’s List with no interest being shown at all. Our house sold right away and was in escrow and I decided to park my motorhome at the shop and move Yvonne to our new house as soon as it closed and come back and operate my business until I could sell it. This was July, 2023. We made one trip to Orofino the sign the papers on the house there and haul up a trailer load of household stuff. Our house in Grass Valley closed escrow in August and we rented the largest U-Haul truck we could get and spent a couple days loading it. We got off around noon and made it to Winnemuca, Nevada, late in the evening. We rented a motel room and after eating supper at a restaurant we returned to the motel. Yvonne wanted something out of the truck and I climbed over boxes and furniture looking for it and finally found it. Climbing back out, my foot slipped on the bumper, and I was off-balance with my arms full of stuff and ended up falling back and sitting on the cement. When I tried to get up I felt a sharp pain in my hips, but finally managed to get up and lock up the truck and hobble into the motel. I told Yvonne I must have broken something from all the pain I was having and she wanted to find a clinic to check me out, but I told her I wasn’t stopping for any treatment until the truck was home. I tried soaking in a tub of hot water to ease the pain, but it didn’t help and I spent a wakeful night unable to find a good position to sleep. The next morning I managed somehow to carry the suitcases out to the truck and climb into the cab. Once I was seated in the cab, the pain wasn’t bad and the cruise control helped a lot. Climbing out to put gas in was quite a chore, though. We made it to Orofino around 6pm, and Laurie and Dan were waiting to take over unloading the truck and take me to the hospital to get checked out. They x-rayed my hips and determined that I had broken the ball of my right femur right off clean. Surgery was was the only option, but they didn’t do that in Orofino. The closet hospitals where I could get that done was Lewiston or Moscow, but they were booked up for the next several weeks. The hospital in Coeur d’Alene said they could do it the next day, so they insisted in calling an ambulance to take me there, a three hour trip. As I suspected when I first broke it, once they got me down they wouldn’t let me up again. All the ambulance drivers had gone home for the day and I offered to drive myself, but they soon found someone and I was in the hospital in Coeur d’Alene by midnight. The surgery at 6 the next morning went well and I was back home 5 days later. I couldn’t put any weight on that leg for the next six weeks, so it was interesting when I returned to Grass Valley with Laurie a month later to try and operate the machines. When I was getting ready to move from Grass Valley, I had been in touch by email with a guy in Corning, California, who saw my ad, but just wanted to know if I would machine a transmission for some modifications he was making. I told him when I got back from moving Yvonne I would meet up with him and see what I could do. He said he wasn’t really interested in buying the shop, but I showed him how to set up the milling machine to do what he wanted done and kept urging him to buy the shop from me. He finally said he would think about it and after several weeks I finally talked him into buying it. It was November by this time and by the end of the year Darrin was the new owner.

Dr. Fauci Beginning in 1968, Dr. Anthony Fauci occupied various posts at the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases and served as it's Director since November, 1984. His $417,608 annual salary makes him the highest paid of all four million federal employees, including the President. During the 2020 COVID-19 pandemic, Dr. Fuaci, who turned 80 that year, occupied center stage in a global drama unprecedented in human history. Other nations looked to Dr. Fauci to competently direct US health policies, and develop countermeasures that would serve as state-of-the-art templates for the rest of the world. Throughout the first years of the crisis, Dr. Fauci's personal charisma inspired confidence in his prescriptions. He encouraged his own canonization in a June 9, 2021 interview, pronouncing that Americans who questioned his statements were anti-science. He said "Attacks on me, quite frankly, are attacks on science." Blind faith in authority is a function of religion, not science. His acknowledgement to the New York Times that he had twice lied to Americans to promote his agendas, on masks and herd immunity, raised the prospect that some of his other assertions were, likewise, lies to a credulous public. In August, 2021, CNN's television doctor, Peter Hotez, published an article in a scientific journal calling for legislation to "expand federal hate crime protections" to make criticism of Dr. Fauci a felony. He also said that Vaccine skeptics should be snuffed out. As the world watched, Tony Fauci dictated a series of policies that resulted in by far the most deaths, of any nation on the planet. The US, with 4% of the world's population, suffered 14.5% of total deaths. By September 30, 2021, mortality rates in the US had climbed to 2,107 per 1 million population compared to 139 per 1 million in Japan. Dr. Fauci's remedies are often more lethal than the diseases they pretend to treat. 300 million humans fell into dire poverty, food insecurity, and starvation. It put 58 million Americans out of work. Dr. Peter McCullough can't understand why Dr. Fauci did virtually nothing toward developing repurposed medications effective against COVID. He recommended no outpatient care, not even Vitamin D despite the fact he takes it himself. He should have created an international communications network linking the world's front line doctors to gather real-time tips to develop the best early treatment practices. He should have created hotlines for medical professionals to call in with treatment questions to consult and propagate the latest innovations to prevent hospitalization. Dr. Fauci's treatments strategies began once these patients were hospitalized. It was insane, perverse and unethical. Instead, doctors who wanted to provide their infected patients with early treatment were ostracized. Says McCullough, "Never in history have doctors deliberately treated patients with this kind of barbarism." Doctors who attempted merely to open discussion about the potential benefits of early treatment for COVID found themselves heavily and inexplicably censored. Dr. Fauci worked with Facebook's Mark Zuckerberg and other social media sites to muzzle discussion of any remedies. In September, Dr. McCullough used his own money to create a YouTube video to teach doctors the miraculous benefits of early treatment. His video went viral, but YouTube pulled it two days later. Dr. Kory, Medical Director of the Trauma and Life Support Center at the University of Wisconsin Medical School Hospital, said "Dr. Fauci's suppression of early treatments will go down in history as having caused the death of half a million Americans in the ICU.

Remdesivir From the outset, hydroxychloroquine(HCQ) and other therapeutics posed a threat to Dr. Fauci and Bill Gates' $48 billion COVID vaccine project and particularly to their vanity drug remdesivir, in which Gates has a large stake. Under federal law, new vaccines and medications cannot qualify for Emergency Use Authorization if any existing FDA-approved drug proves effective against the same malady. Dr. Fauci has invested $6 billion in taxpayer money in the Moderna vaccine alone. His agency is co-owner of the patent and stands to collect a fortune in royalties. Most African countries authorize HCQ as an over-thecounter medication. Millions in Africa take it religiously as a malaria prophylaxis. That is probably why these nations enjoyed some of the world's lowest mortality rates from COVID. In the US, the FDA has approved HCQ without limitation for 65 years, meaning that physicians can prescribe it for any off-label use. Dr. Fauci's sudden revelation that the drug is dangerous was specious at best. Pharmaceutical interests launched their multinational preemptive crusade to restrict and discredit HCQ way back in January, 2020, months before the WHO declared a pandemic. The French government quietly changed the status of HCQ from over-the-counter to poisonous substance. Canadian health officials removed the drug from pharmacy shelves. A physician in Zambia reported organized groups of buyers emptied drugstores of HCQ and burned the medication in bonfires. South Africa destroyed 2 tons of it supposedly due to a violation of import regulations. The US government ordered the destruction of more than a thousand pounds because of "import violations". On March 13, Dr. James Todaro tweeted his review of HCQ as an effective COVID treatment. Google quietly scrubbed his memo. Google has lucrative partnerships with all the large vaccine manufacturers. Facebook, Pinterest, Instagram, YouTube and virtually every other Big Tech platform began scrubbing info demonstrating HCQ's efficacy, replacing it with industry propaganda generated by one of Dr. Fauci's public health agencies. Anthony Fauci needed to use all his bureaucratic maneuvers to win FDA's approval for his vanity drug remdesivir. It has no clinical efficacy against COVID, according to every legitimate study. Worse, it is a deadly poison and expensive at $3,000 per treatment. It's wholesale cost is roughly 1,000 times more costly then hydroxychloroquine or ivermectin. But, if the FDA recognized either of those as effective, it would kill the need for remdesivir. Why would Dr. Fauci care? The CDC and NIAID had just spent $79 million developing it for Gilead, a company in which the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation owns a 6.5 million stake. In 2018, Gilead entered remdesivir in a NIAID-funded clinical trial against Ebola in Africa. However, six months into the Ebola study, the trial's Safety Review Board suddenly pulled it from the trial. It was hideously dangerous. Within 28 days, subjects taking remdesivir had lethal side effects including multiple organ failure, acute kidney failure, septic shock, and hypotension and 43% taking it died. Nevertheless, on February 25, 2020, Dr. Fauci announced with great fanfare, that he was enrolling hospitalized patients in a clinical trial to study remdesivir efficacy. Remdesivir was an IV remedy, appropriate only for use on hospitalized patients in the late stage of illness. It would therefore not compete with vaccines, allowing Dr. Fauci to support it without compromising his core business. And while HCQ and IVM were off patent, remdesivir was in the sweet spot of still being on patent, The potential profit was impressive. By granting Gilead an Emergency Use Authorization, regulators could force private insurers, Medicare, and Medicaid to pay around $3,120 per treatment. Gilead predicted remdesivir would bring in 3.5 billion in 2020 alone. Gates and his foundation had large equity stakes in Gilead. On April 24, 2020, Gates announced "For the novel coronavirus, the leading drug candidate in this category is remdesivir from Gilead." The Lancet had just published a placebo-controlled Chinese study that showed remdesivir utterly ineffective at keeping hospitalized patients alive or reducing the duration of hospitalizations. The study also confirmed remdesivir's deadly toxicity. All the data was available to the incurious press and the uninformed public. But Dr. Fauci never accepted this. He responded to the crisis with savvy and bold action that would miraculously salvage his sinking product. He appeared at one of his regular White House press conferences, this one in the Oval Office. Seated on the couch next to Deborah Birx and opposite President Trump, Dr. Fauci made a surprise announcement. With great fanfare, he declared victory. The data for remdesivir shows "quite good news," he said, glossing over the drug's failure to demonstrate any mortality advantage. Based on Dr. Fauci's representation, President Trump purchased the world's entire stock of remdesivir for Americans. FDA's recognition of remdesivir as the new "Standard of Care" for COVID meant that Medicaid and insurance companies could not legally deny it to patients and would have to fork over Gilead's exorbitant price tag. Doctors and hospitals that failed to use remdesivir could now be sued for malpractice, leading some medical experts to believe the use of this worthless and dangerous drug on COVID patients most certainly cost tens of thousands of American lives. COVID-19 vaccines have caused cardiac arrest, blindness, and paralysis in American children. Some 86 percent of children suffered an adverse reaction to the Pfizer COVID vaccine in clinical trial and it's estimated 600 have died from the vaccine as of September, 2021. A recent Lancet study shows that a healthy child has zero risk for COVID. Why are we vaccinating children? How can we justify forcing a healthy child to take a vaccine that is dead certain to injure many and kill some while bestowing no benefits? Teen deaths among 15-19 year olds have increased by 47% in the UK since they started getting the COVID-19 vaccine, according to official data. Vaccinating this age group is highly unethical, and any physician who inoculates a healthy child is committing serious medical malpractice. In July, 2021, the CDC found that fully vaccinated individuals who contract the infection have as high a viral load in the nasal passage as unvaccinated individuals who get infected. This means the vaccinated are just as infectious as the unvaccinated.