Alan Perhot

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About 15 years ago, I couldn’t get the tailgate to unlatch and open on my pickup truck. A friend recommended a friend and former classmate of his that owned a shop on Oberlin Avenue and Cooper-Foster. “Good guy, he won’t take you for a ride.” I stopped by and showed the proprietor my issue. He said, “Do you want the cheap fix or the pricier one? I can fix the issue for $15 and you have to push the latch back down, or for $50 it will spring back on its own.” I told him I thought I could deal with pushing the latch back down. He agreed and a new friendship was formed.

There’s a line from the movie “Con Air” that I always smiled at. “…there’s only two men I trust. One of ’em’s me, the other’s not you.” Al was the one you could trust. After the tailgate repair, I started taking my vehicles there for oil changes. Al always gave the vehicles a once-over, and would warn that “You’ll need new brakes soon,” or “Might be time to start thinking about tires.” He never tried to talk you into something like those quickie oil change places would. He gave you a heads-up, and then looked around for deals on the tires, or would order a part for installation the next time I was due for an oil change.

With relatives in North Carolina, we would travel there every summer to visit. Knowing Al pretty well by now, I would schedule a drop-off with the instructions, ‘Go over it, front to back, and make sure it’s capable of getting me to NC and back. And let me know what I owe when you’re done.’ Not “Call if there’s issues or if you find something.” If Al felt it needed addressing, then it did. If he didn’t, I wasn’t worried about it.

One summer he found my shocks were leaking and needed replaced before a trip. I was planning to leave on Monday morning and this was Friday. He worked on them Saturday for a few hours to be able to get me the truck early Monday to leave.

When my kids were old enough to drive, their vehicles went to Al. He would change the oil and let me know I could pay him the next time I could stop in. He always like to play the crotchety old crank, giving me a hard time about things when I stopped by. Deep down was a guy that loved his daughters and his grandchildren. He’d talk about his trips to Massachusetts for visits and about his granddaughter in North Ridgeville. He’d always show my daughter photos and talk about how they loved when he came over.

A while ago, I asked if I could get him a bottle of something for Christmas. Whiskey? Scotch? Rum? Nope, Bud Light. Come on, let me get you something good. Nope, a case of Bud Light. Ok, bottles, right? Nope, cans, so they fit in the fridge in the back. Very simple pleasures. Very down-to-earth.

I bought Al his Bud Light this Christmas but he was out getting his chemo for leukemia when I stopped by. I planned to stop again before the holiday to see him and deliver his gift and check up on him, but I never found the time. Saturday night my Aunt called to check on me, and to deliver some sad news. Al missed a dinner date with someone and was found in his home. He had passed away the day before.

I had a dream last night about Al. I was with my family and was stunned to see him while we were out. It was the day before he died (in the dream) and I was trying to convince him to meet up with someone so that he wouldn’t be alone the next day. I couldn’t tell him I knew he was going to die if he was alone. I woke up with tears in my eyes.

There are other little stories I could tell but they can all be summed up here: The world has lost a good man. Someone who was honest, caring, trustworthy, and loved his daughters and grandchildren dearly. Someone the likes of which this world needs more of.

God Bless You, Al Perhot. You will be missed dearly.

From the Morning Journal:

Alan Paul Perhot carved his name in the lives and hearts of those who had the privilege of calling him a father, grandfather, brother, uncle, friend, and of course, mechanic.
Al passed away peacefully at his home on Jan. 7, 2016.
Al was born on Nov. 28, 1946, to the late Elizabeth (nee Zebruski) and John A. Perhot in Burgettstown, Pa. Al grew up in Lorain, graduated from Admiral King High School in 1946, and was honorably discharged from the US Army in 1967.
Al was the wonderful father of Marjean of Boston, Mass., Nancy (Vincent) of Ashland, Mass., and Paula of North Ridgeville, and a dedicated grandfather of three. He was the youngest brother of Rudy Perhot of Longview, Texas, Sandra (Perhot) Nahm of Amherst, and Elizabeth (Perhot) Bomback of Tega Cay, S.C. He was an uncle to two nieces and four nephews.
Al is best remembered for his jokes and honest work done on cars as the owner of Perhot’s Auto Service, first on the East side of Lorain and for the past 28 years on Oberlin Avenue. In his free time, Al loved taking motorcycle rides with his favorite passenger, Jean Karnik, and his favorite moments were spent with his grandchildren, Aurora, Chloe, and Hunter Alan.
The family will receive friends to celebrate Al’s life from 4 to 8 p.m. on Tuesday, Jan. 12, in the Dovin Funeral Home, 2701 Elyria Avenue, Lorain, where funeral services will be held on Wednesday, Jan. 13, at 10 a.m. Rev. Robert Sanson, pastor of St. Peter, North Ridgeville, will officiate. Burial will follow in Ridgehill Memorial Park, Amherst Twp., with military honors.
In lieu of flowers, please eat at Jackalope Lakeside or Diso’s Bistro and get an oil change every 3 months or 3,000 miles.
To send online condolences go to www.dovinfuneralhome.com. – See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/morningjournal/obituary.aspx?n=alan-paul-perhot&pid=177225697&fhid=3361#sthash.vFYfVAgR.dpuf

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City of Lorain Continues to Excel

It’s been a long time since I’ve done a piece on the goings-on around Lorain. Wanted to dedicate myself to photography and stay away from the political aspect of the city. Recent improvements, or lack thereof, caused me to end the drought.

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A little over two weeks ago, I’m coming home from running around to find that the city has started tearing up the sidewalks in my neighborhood. Sweet. They’ve been long overdue, since the neighborhood was built back in the mid-60’s. I see orange barrels down Miami Ave at 39th, 38th and 37th Streets. I see them down 40th Street at Stanford, Kenyon and Cambridge Ave. I pull into my driveway, but the corner at my property and the other three at the intersection haven’t been done yet. No big deal. Probably get it on Monday. Beginning of the week comes, and they start pouring concrete at the dug-up corners, but I don’t even have orange barrels yet. I pass one of the workers and ask if they’re going to get it today, and he tells me he has no idea. Wonderful.

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I call the Streets Dept. and talk to a young lady and explain the situation. She says she’ll notify the person in charge. A week later and still nothing, I’m feeling I’m going to have to press the issue, I message my councilman via Facebook. So guess what?? My corner is going to get done!!! Next. Summer. Greaaaaaaat. Thanks, Lorain. I tried getting this corner done when Foltin was mayor because my neighbor’s daughter was in a wheelchair, and she’d go around the block with them, and the curb was raised up, making it very difficult for her.

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My councilman told me that ” (The) City has an agreement with ADA to install handicapped ramps at all intersections as roads are done.” Sweet. Unfortunately, The corner where it was REALLY needed is going to be one of the last to get done. Congrats, Lorain, you never cease to amaze me.

And So It Goes…

After six years of learning, helping, researching, discovering, teaching, shooting and, most of all, having fun, I will be dissolving this blog. I want to thank the handful of folks that have come by here regularly with encouragement. I’d also like to thank the people that have stumbled on here in search of something, and have stayed for a while, looking around and seeing the sights.

Thank you to the folks that saw enough experience in what I’ve posted, to ask me to do shoots and jobs for them. Thank you to my folks, for letting me know how much they’ve enjoyed the photos. Thank you to Loraine, for the compliments, all the times she used my pics on her blog, the tips on happenings in the city, and for all the help she asked for on her projects. I enjoyed every minute. Thank you to Barb Bickel, at Visit Lorain County, for giving me the Wish Lists she had for her brochures. I got to shoot a lot of places and events I wouldn’t normally have visited.

I anticipate this site disappearing from existence next spring, when the renewal comes due. If you’ve liked what you’ve seen, I’ll be setting up a page on Facebook.

I’ve had fun, and I hope you have, too.

Abstract? Or Just a Lousy Shot?

It rained for a while on July 22. I was watching it come down, and decided to play with the camera. I took a few hundred pics, tweaking the shutter speed, ISO, aperture, lightness, darkness, everything. It didn’t help being in a dark garage and shooting toward the sky at 4:30pm. Sun or no sun, it’s gonna wreck you. Especially if you’re trying to split the focus between light and dark.

Some of the shots were in focus, some not. The ones that were, I wasn’t really fond of. The ones that weren’t, well, I usually don’t keep’em. But as I came down to these five, I really liked ’em. So much that I had to use them. So, can you do an abstract photo? Because that’s what these seem like to me.

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%$#@in’ Spam!!

We all have to deal with spam and junk mail and robo-calls and all sorts of assorted BS in our lives. Junk mail we can just toss out. Spam we can delete, and the robo-calls just hang up on. The first one doesn’t bug much, the latter irritate because spam keeps coming and the calls you have to get up to answer. The spam this post is about is what I get on my blog, that the filter prevents from being posted for everyone to see.

Most are barely coherent “compliments” like this:

It is difficult to acquire knowledgeable folks on this topic, but you sound like you know what you’re talking about! Thanks

and this:

This truly answered my issue, thank you!

REALLY?? My photos answered your issue? Get the heck out.

or this:

Have you ever thought about creating an ebook or guest authoring on other websites?
I have a blog based on the same subjects you discuss and would love to have you
share some stories/information. I know my readers would appreciate your work.

“the same subjects you discuss”? No friggin’ way, I’d have you on my bloglist.

But THIS?!

The next time I read a weblog, I hope that it doesnt disappoint me as considerably as this 1. I mean, I know it was my option to read, but I basically thought youd have some thing fascinating to say. All I hear is really a bunch of whining about something that you simply could fix if you werent too busy searching for attention.

Now I want to beat someone’s ass. Don’t come on my blog, and give me this kind of bullspit. Don’t. Even.

I got something like this almost exactly a year ago. I emailed the owner of the site that was listed with the comment. Big mistake. He had nothing to do with it. Nothing, as an IP check on the hit showed it originated in Poland, not Los Angeles, where he’s located.

So, if anyone out there can educate my ignorant self, what does the spammer gain by sending out crap like this? I don’t get it.

Anyway, I’ll get some pics up in a day or so. I was going to do that now, but this just pissed me off. Thanks for being patient.

Spinnin’ My Wheels

Back in October, I was on my way downtown to the library to pick up some music for my kids, and to stop by Fligner’s for stuff for dinner. I’m on Oberlin Avenue, and I get stopped for the light at Meister. I’m the second car back in the outside lane. While I’m waiting, a bus stops next to me, also waiting for the light to change. Its front end is even with my door. ‘Please don’t let me get stuck behind this bus’, I’m thinking. Light turns green and the first two cars get rolling. I hit the gas and I’m watching the bus in my side mirror. Going through the intersection, I’m ahead of it, but not by much. Traffic’s not moving any faster than the posted limit of 25, partly because the guy in front of me is talking, very animatedly, on his cell phone.

I’m now coming up on the “Merge” sign in front of Sunoco, and I’m looking at the bus in my side mirror, 75% of my truck is ahead of it, with its nose even with my rear wheel well. And she’s inching closer. ‘All you gotta do is tap your breaks, or be the least bit courteous’, I’m thinking, ‘and all is well and good.’ If I stop, the way she’s driving, she’s going to take off my front end. The guy in front of me is still jawing on his cell phone, waving his arms and looking like he’s trying to fly. WTH?

Suddenly, the back end of my truck is lifted up and bounced. I look at my side mirror and that damn driver decided she was going to be a -itch. I pull over on W. 29th St to call the police and inspect the damage. My left rear wheel well is peeled back like a can opener went at it. The officer arrives, takes some pics, passes out paperwork for everyone to fill out, and informs me he’ll be in touch.

Almost a week later, I stop by City Hall to pick up a copy of the accident report, and find I’m cited for a moving violation: failure to use caution when changing lanes. What a crock. I ask for the officer and we talk. He says it was difficult for the prosecutor to come to a decision because the vehicles were moved (I couldn’t sit there and block traffic waiting for a cop, I mean, come on! Oberlin Avenue northbound blocked just north of Meister Road? That’s a disaster waiting to happen.)

So he explains a couple things to me, and I complain about the HUGE LIE the bus driver, Ms. T. Nelson, wrote on her report: “truck came and tried to beat us at the merge and he side swiped us.” He smiles and explains how I can fight the citation.

I wait weeks for the envelope in the mail, and find my court date falls in the middle of a set of night shifts. Great. I come home that morning from work, sleep a little more than 2 hours, and get up and go to court. Pleading ‘not guilty’, I get ANOTHER court date. What the hell? Really? I have to come back? Asking for a date as soon as possible, I leave and try to go back to sleep. What a pain.

Monday, December 10th, I show up at 9am, for a 9:30 bench trial with Judge Mihok. At 10:15, I’m still waiting when an INTERN comes and asks to speak to me outside the courtroom. He offers a $75 fine in lieu of a trial. Excuse me, but are you telling me I don’t have a chance? $75 now, or I run the risk of a $150 fine if the judge finds me guilty and, in a roundabout way, informs me that the judge tends to lean towards buses with kids on them in cases like these. (What a crock of $hit!) So, my choice is to pay $75 OR roll a set of dice where the only outcome is snake eyes, and pay $150. (For two weeks, I’ve been going over in my head what I would say in court, and suddenly find that I’d have a better chance of winning if I talked to the fish in Lake Erie.) Screw it. Christmas is coming, bills to pay, $75 beats $150 for a fine any day of the week.

A few minutes later, a woman comes to take me to the Clerk’s office to pay my fine. $75 plus court costs. Whoa!!! Court costs? What are court costs? (I didn’t get to say Jack Squat in court except ‘not guilty’ and “as soon as possible” and I have to pay COURT COSTS???) She says she doesn’t know and that I can set up a payment plan, if necessary.

To say that I’m steamed right now would be a disservice to clams and oysters everywhere. $125 in court costs. And I didn’t even get a chance to defend myself. What a crock of crap. Asking for a receipt (after I found out there would be an extra $25? $50? per payment if I couldn’t pay in full right now), I look at the listing for “court costs”.

Court costs are $43.50. Miscellaneous costs are $76.50. Here’s the breakdown, and if anyone knows what any of these abbreviations are, please feel free to fill me in.

Local cost – 6.50
Legal Res – 3.00
Comp Fund -10.00
Comp Imp – 5.00
Victim Cr – 9.00
JA – 5.00
SEC -17.75
PRLC -13.75
DEFC – 3.50
IATC – 1.50
IDFC -25.00
.SPE -10.00

So, thanks, City of Lorain and its related court system, for my due process. Get screwed, or get screwed harder. Wow, what a choice!

I’d also like to thank Ms. T. Nelson, driver for First Student Charters, for lying because you were too damn rude, lacking in courtesy, and too irresponsible to admit fault, or to even avoid this whole mess by TAPPING YOUR BRAKES so I could go on my way. And thank whomever you brought with you on the 10th to “vouch for” you, or to ‘bear witness” for you. Don’t know if it was Megan, Claude, Charity, Sarah, Victor, Kenneth, Yesenia, Cory, Mark, Teauna, Marrella or Kevin (all aged 26+), but it’s pretty pathetic (though why should I expect otherwise?) to bring in your friends to lie for you, too. In time, I’ll forgive you for being that kind of person, but it won’t be right now. Not until long after I lay out a few more hundred bucks to fix my truck.

And for the record, I drove a bus for 4 years for the University of Toledo, and for another 3-4 months for Elyria City Schools. I KNOW what it’s like, I’ve seen the way drivers cut in front of buses, and what it takes to stop a bus, how easy it is to be courteous and everything else that’s involved with being behind the wheel of one.

I also know how to drive responsibly, since in my almost 30 years of driving, this is the FIRST ACCIDENT I’VE HAD.

I also know how to tell the truth. My sincerest condolences on your lack of a conscience.

UPDATE: I just received a phone call from my insurance company informing me that some scumbag SOB on the bus has retained an attorney, claiming they were injured. Are you flipping KIDDING ME?! MY truck was LIFTED off the ground by the bus, and someone on the BUS was injured? I hope the judge slaps the snot out of this person. Lorain, you have achieved a whole new low.

UPDATE TO THE UPDATE: Received a follow-up call from my agent. She assured me that this happens all the time, and not to sweat it. She informed me that at the time of the accident, the passengers on the bus, as well as the driver, told the police officer that no one was injured. Hope this person gets -itch-slapped by the court. Someone tell me how much impact my 4200# truck would have made by being sideswiped by a 24,000# bus?  Traveling at 25 mph??

Is It REALLY So Difficult To Just ASK???

I’ve always known there are some less than desirable folks out there. Lack of morals, indifference to other people, et cetera and so on and all that jazz. Some individuals just wouldn’t think twice about taking something without asking or paying for it, just for the mere wanting of it. I’ve written before about not getting credit for something (never did hear again from Tim Alcorn, btw), suggesting that all you have to do is “ask”, but since these I’ve about had enough.

The “ask” post was in regards to a photo of Lorain High that I took:

Someone that I used to trade emails with and that I did some photo favors for is currently associated with Lorain Growth. This individual used the above photo for a LHS alumni event. When I called said person on the carpet about it, I never got another email or even the courtesy of a reply or apology. Way to burn THAT bridge.

I made the mistake a while ago of getting on Facebook. Ok, I’ve connected with some folks that I really enjoy being in touch with again. So, I’m on the Lorain Port Authority page, and I see the avatar/pics of other fans. And this one particular photo looks strangely familiar.

So I clicked on the link and was taken to the person’s page. And she has the above pic as her profile photo. So I wrote her and asked where she got the photo. Nothing. I sent the message again. Still nothing. Fine. I wrote Facebook and explained the situation and they removed the photo, notified her, thanked me, and asked me to let them know should something like this happen again.

Next thing I know, this person posts to her wall that she doesn’t know what happened, that Facebook “took” her picture and said she couldn’t use it anymore. She couldn’t understand because it was a “wallpaper” that “came with her new computer”.

The instance that pushed me over the edge just happened a few weeks ago. Someone on Facebook (told you I made a mistake) posted some pics, and this was one of them:

So there was some discussion about Mary’s, and I came back here to find some details about when it closed. I looked at the pic, and thought “Wow, what a coinky-dink.” And three seconds later thought, “Wait a friggin’…” I start flipping back and forth between the pics and Guess What?? It’s MINE.

So I ask where he got it, because the photo hasn’t had ANY hits in the last month, and the photo disappears. Wait, what photo? Did I share it? Was it in this folder? I finally gave up.

I recognize my pics like parents recognize their kid’s voice on a crowded playground. And I’m pretty generous with giving them out, especially when I’m asked. One person and one person only has access to any and everything I have for photos, and that person is Loraine Ritchey. She’s given me credit always, and sent some really interesting tips and photo ops my way, for which I am eternally grateful.

 All of this has prompted me to start putting a watermark on my photos. Makes it difficult to dispute if my name is already on the product. But the bottom line is, I’m an easy guy to get along with, and very generous when it comes down to it.

All you really have to do is just ask.