Automotive and Tire of Loris SC Overcharges


My car had a bad heater core so I went and got an estimate, of $325.00 to get it replaced.


I was overcharged $131.00 from a quote of $325.00 to replace a heater core in my Toyota. Price came out to a total of $456.00 with no additional work done

For the heater core itself, I was first given an estimate of 124.00 for the core,  but was charged $154.00 for the core.

I checked with autozone parts and a heater core was only $80.00!

Then they put down some env. supplies charge of $32.00, without itemizing the supplies used. Said it was for chemicals or some rags, which is ridiculous. This is an unsubstantiated charge. I might have used one rag and a little wd-40 for this job.

The labor charge was $250.00 which I thought was okay.

I started to go back and ask for the $131.00 overcharge by the company which was over the quoted price, but I know God will do a better job of correcting this situation. 

I actually did go back and get back what antifreeze was left in the jug (they charged me $32.00 for that also!  for 2 gallons)

And then I started to go to the magistrate’s office with my petition brief and sue for my lost money. But I’m getting older and tired of dealing with these situations,and I’d probably never get back the hours spent on arguing the case.

I’ll not go back.

I will say they do good work, but if you go, be sure to get an estimate in writing if possible, and you would do good to check with other repair shops and their costs before choosing this company.

If anyone else has experience such problems, please contact me (

Meanwhile, I’m going try and get South Carolina to have the Motor Vehicle Repair Act.


102 Degrees in Loris July 2, 2018 — But Not on T.V.

The weather people on the television here in Horry County either have a bad computer or bad thermometer, as they never said anything about the 102 degree temperature yesterday.

No, they all forecasted temperatures in the low 90’s range, yet the temperature on my thermometer, which was in the shade, eight feet above ground, two feet away from the house, was 102 degrees around 3:00 p.m., with no wind blowing.

Maybe the weather people ought to get out in the weather and out of the studio and away from computers, then they would have a inclination of just what the weather is doing.

But with eight media giants all forecasting the same thing, this is no surprise.



The North Myrtle Beach Parking Problem

So why can’t the state allow parking in the medians at least during holiday weekends when beach attendance is more and allow 10 feet or so at the ends of the medians for safety.

Or why can’t the city simply purchase a couple lots in the area and make them public parking lots like many cities do.

And about the right of way along the road where people have planted bushes and the like. I thought right of ways were established specifically for utility upgrades or modifications and nothing should be installed to hinder the egress footage.

This problem is another example of poor planning where the current or former leaders should have realized beach attendance is high during the summer and that beach goers need places to park other than the 16 or so spaces available at the front of the dunes’ barrier strip at each street — and probably — for the want of real estate tax funds — allowed deeded property to personal buyers in lieu of providing parking areas for beach goers.

Fortunately, the new county chairman realizes many of these poor planning decisions and will seek to address infrastructure capability before yielding to the almighty dollar of construction contractors who just keep building and populating without having allowable sewage, water supply, and electrical utilities — and roads in place.

If the parking near the beach access entrances is not expanded, beach goers may as well seek out other areas to spend their time and money because they will have nowhere to park their vehicle, which is something regular news media will not tell you.

So check this out before you come!



The Cultural Demise of America

On a normal day in America fifty years ago, children would be playing in streets, backyards — riding bikes, scooters, and skateboards — but now doors and windows of homes are closed, there are few playgrounds (because of equipment being destroyed), and there’s the fear of being kidnapped.

There was no life evident anywhere here in this golfing community as my friend and I played on its golf course. We saw but one soul working in a back yard, and even the wildlife was at minimum with only a lonely cormorant airing out his wings, an egret looking for a place to land, and a wounded hawk in the middle of a fairway which did everything it could to try and fly as we approached our golf balls.

Town of Little River businesses were robbed last week by a man named Gaddy, whom I’m sure has been in jail multiple times only to be released shortly thereafter and continue his crime spree.

But on the flip side, boaters were displaying their craft cruising the waterway despite strong winds and tides (with the full moon coming) and heavy traffic – with their music blaring — and fancy insignias stamped on the hull.

I sat on the pier, finished my milk and chocolate, walked over to the rail and gently pulled up my rope line to find my trap empty of crabs.

Too much noise in the water, too windy.

So I packed my goods, walled to the car, put my stuff in the trunk, opened the door to retrieve my shirt – only to discover that perpetrators had found their way here and made a tear in the back of my nice mercerized cotton shirt.

No surprise there.

I had taken it off earlier because of the high heat and humidity.

Halfway home on Route 9 at Longs S.C., traffic slowed to a crawl, and on the right side at the grassy portion of a front yard of a church were three vehicles – two severely damaged while a lonely toilet had been thrown and sat sideways on the side of ditch embankment, and a black car, with vinyl curtains inside its windows of all things, sat in the middle of it all.

A T-bar of an electrical pole slowly rocked in the wind ten foot above ground because of a decapitated power pole.

The Beggar’s Pardigm

She was about 50 years old with gray streaked hair and a smidge that was  black and twisted on the top of her forehead on top of a very sweaty face on this hot day in Loris.

Standing in front of the store under the overhang where there was shade at the entrance, she had a smile on her face and she looked anxiously at me as I came towards her from the parking lot.

Dressed in black leg tights, a pink laced blouse that hugged her skinny chest, she continued to look at me as I walked from the parking lot to the store.

She was obviously looking to  beg for money to buy some more alcohol. but I didn’t know that at the time.

Her look attracted me; so I walked towards her and thought the least I could do was introduce Jesus.

“Hi there,” I said.

“Well hello.”

“Praise the Lord,” I exclaimed.

And she said, “I knew it. I saw God in you when you were coming at me. ”

“Oh yes, I love the Lord.”

And then she quoted some scripture, told me her name, and where she was from.

I responded likewise.

We talked some more and I gave her one of my cards with a book’s title God’s Divine Help on it.

And as I put my phone number on the card, the alcohol smell on her breath wandered over to me.

“You got to clean that up,” I said.

“I don’t have that much! Just a little! Hey, you got three or four more dollars?”

“I knew you’d ask that.”

And then her tears began to flow, as God had worked on her.

“I’m going to give you one of my books.”

And so I went to my car and got one of my blue devotional books and brought it back, thumbed through the pages and showed her to just find the subject and read the devotional with the prayer that will bring her out of her problem.

And then she was gone.

And so was my dollar.

But I trust God will fix her and bring her into a better situation.

And that’s what we do when we introduce God to the needy. Plant the seed and let God work.



Why Are These Turtles Dying?

This is the second turtle I’ve found dead just up a hill from a drainage pond located on the south side of a parking lot at the intersection of Route 57 & 9 in the Little River Area of S.C. — less than 500 yards away from a cell phone tower.

KODAK Digital Still Camera

Yet seaside communities will go to great trouble to protect turtle nests with fencing, cages, and no artificial lights.

Consider the danger of mast antennas to  not only amphibious life but man as well.

The antennas must come down so the turtles can live and man can be free of radiological disturbances that are causing confusion, violence, and deaths.

These turtles were looking for higher ground, a place to sun and dry from the recent hard rains — and found death.

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There were no chemicals present on the guttering and no bodily injury visible.

The Turkey Vultures and the Turtle

There were 20 nearly turkey vultures on the road, all strutting about with their red beards and long wings around a creature who was obviously hurt.

And as my car neared, the birds walked and flew away to an area further down the road in search of other prey.

But the poor creature here on the side of the road was lifeless — what looked like to be a snapping turtle, who had been stabbed and poked by the birds.


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Seeing the way was clear, the old turtle with its thick head, legs, and a green fungus shell, slowly walked toward the nearby ditch and slid on its bottom down the slope.


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I couldn’t help but think of Luke 10:33 where several people passsed by the man that had been beaten and left for dead in the middle of the street but only one stopped to help.

I guess I was the good samaritan today.

This makes me consider the place in society other people have: maybe they are the attackers, the passerbys (including the priests), the innkeeper, or even the victim, but God will have mercy on whom he will have mercy.



County Recycle Center

There’s too much good stuff being thrown away at the recycle center. This morning I saw a good stainless steel deep pot, books, and a toaster over in the bins. I know there is a bin for good items that the council on aging sponsors but someone needs to check the items in the scrap metal bins for good items.
These centers should host some kind of sale to benefit the poor. Get all the good items out of the bins and put them out for sale would also be good.


Bank Assassin Mind Controlled

It’s little surprise the man who killed two women in a Conway SC bank admitted to being influenced by a movie titled Get Rich or Die Trying (or something like that), as he confessed.

And the three sixes were evident at the crime, as the bank was on Route 501 at an address of 1615, if I’m not mistaken. And the ages were 36 and 59.

This is what I’ve been preaching to stop for years! And the authorities will not open the MK-ultra hearings!

The mass media will blame this incident on a habitual criminal out of control, but victims of targeting technology blame incidents like these on a system of persecution, being controlled by anti-american and anti-Christian forces with technology.

Take the cell phone towers down and get rid of mind control technology!

Put up the Ten Commandments on bank walls! Thou shalt not murder. Thou shalt not covet . . . .

And this will go a long way towards stopping murder and thievery.

How much more innocent blood need be spilled before leaders understand what is killing people and causing them to take drugs and do crazy things!

And get rid of pornography and billboards with sadistic inferences.

There is no compromising God’s law.

God is the Creator of man and has established laws for our good and safety by commitment and obedience.

God’s curse is not going to leave America until these issues are dealt in humble obedience.




Groceries at $6.66

She and her daughter had a cartload of groceries in front of me at the express register counter and the mother said to me, “Go ahead. You just got a few items.”

“Oh, no, no .I’m not busy,” I responded. “I gave up hurry a long time ago,”

So the short blond hair clerk started scanning the groceries for prices, and the mother anxiously looked at the dollar number totals on the register computer terminal and exclaimed, “Oh, no! That was 666. Did you see that?”

The clerk frowned, bowed her head and continued to scan the food items.

“Oh, so you know about that system too?” I asked.

“I know it was 666 on there,” she said with blinking eyes and disbelief.

“Don’t matter, as long it’s not the total at the end.” I responded. “And as long as it ain’t on your driver’s license or car license plate!” I added.

She fumbled with her purse looking for more money as the total costs increased, then she pushed some items to the back for return while picking out two $20.00 bills.

You got four days worth of groceries,” I said trying to make her feel better.

“2 days! That’s all I got!” she exclaimed.

Finished paying, she loaded the groceries into the cart and found her way to her car,  on another hot and humid day under the worldly system of poverty and control in this small crime ridden town of America.

Small wrens didn’t care about the grocery store or the 666’s — but they did care about the heat as they scurried on the ground and fed under the shade of a magnolia tree.