I will rarely admit that when I was a young boy my nick name was “Bubba”. As I grew older I realized I never fit the stereotype. I have all my front teeth, never owned a pair of bib overalls, and have graduated from high school and then some. I will admit to owning a Ford Pick up for a long time.
When the tough times come to our culture, and they will; we need to know before hand who we can rely on and who to keep at a “Tueller Drill” distance or beyond. The tough times, or the tribulation for those of you that keep track of upcoming events with your Bible’s, may come in the form of an economic collapse, a sudden manmade or natural disaster, or wide spread civil unrest. Perhaps even a combination of all three.
Now is the time, if you haven’t already, to make an assessment of your most precious asset; the other humans around you. Nature will take care of the plants and animals but you are responsible for your family. For my family sheltering in place is our only realistic option. “Bugging out”, if we are forced to, is a long drive or an even longer walk for my wife and I plus a teen age daughter and son. In addition, we have elderly parents close by and other semi mobile relatives. Every one gets along, we think alike, and we have a plan to all move under one roof together if we need to.
My wife and I have made a conscious effort to organize the neighborhood or should I say, “feel them out for a like minded preparation group”. We did that by working with the local police department and starting a Neighborhood Crime Watch group. The group covers a four block area. Throughout the last year of monthly meetings and informal get together’s we have found a number of folks that think like us toward preparation and cooperation. Some have traditional marriages, some not, some are single and with or with out kids. However, we all share a common concern for the future and our families.
One individual I’ve grown friendly with is a “Certified Bubba” or so his greasy base ball hat states. Divorced for many years, he lives a couple of blocks away and has driven a taxi cab most of his life. I never took much notice of him because of his long greasy hair, scraggly beard, and at times a desperate look. He faithfully attends the neighborhood watch meetings and I’ve had a chance to get to know him better. While in his taxi he has been robbed a few times and has had some other close calls with human predators. He knows how to safely handle a firearm and, these days, he is usually armed. When he told me he carried concealed I knew we had a common bond.
He is a neighbor I know I can count on and we have had a number of long talks about mutual preparation for what is to come. Despite his outward appearance, and he will admit to more then a few youthful mistakes, he is a man of some honor. He is the sole support of a disabled relative that lives with him. The other day he brought his elementary age grand daughters over to our home to show them off.
While we were talking he asked me if he could take his false teeth out. He explained that he only wears them around strangers and the teeth are not comfortable to wear. Around friends, he said, he takes his teeth out because friends would understand. I told him I understood and felt honored considered me his friend.
As you prepare for upcoming events have you overlooked any neighbor assets; Bubba’s or not?.