Trae Clanton:
CLASS OF 1990
Ronan High SchoolClass of 1990
Ronan, MT
Vocational Skills Center Spokane SchoolClass of 2004
Spokane, WA
Lewis-Clark Normal SchoolClass of 1997
Lewiston, ID
Univ. of ArkansasClass of 1994
Fayetteville, AR
Liberty High SchoolClass of 1984
Spangle, WA
Trae's Story
What have I been up to.......... Well, when I left Ronan I moved to Fayetteville, AR to go to college there. At the time it was the #2 party school in the country.........I mean that’s why we go to college right???
Firstly, the University of Arkansas is MASSIVE. The campus is huge, having to park in off campus parking sucked, sometimes it would take 30min to walk to class. Sometimes it was worse than that. Lots and lots of people going to school there. I joined the business school there at the UofA, pretty bland but I still had no idea which way I would go for a career.
Oh, before I forget, there is some truth to the whole Southern Hospitality thing too. To a degree. I sure it was much more prevalent in years past, but as a rule folks are extremely nice and pleasant to be around. I never met another person from the Northwest the entire time I lived there. People said I had a “Canadian Accent” which cracked me the heck up. Everyone and I mean everyone down there has varying degrees of a southern accent. Some from Mississippi, or Louisiana have more of a longer drawl, while the local Arkansans have a pleasant sort of musical way they speak, even within Arkansas the accent can widely vary. My buddy I am still in touch with is from Strawberry, AR. it’s over by Jonesboro. He’s got much more of a drawl than someone born and raised in Fayetteville. So folks from the Far North East of the state to the far North West of the state where Fayetteville is sound totally different.
Another odd thing for me down there, I ended up working with a guy at the airport with the SAME NAME AS MINE. That really weirded me out, I’d never even met another Trae/Tray/Trey etc. he spells his make Trey. I EVEN MET A GIRL AT A PARTY NAMED TRAE, same spelling as my name. I thought I was dreaming or something. So weird for me.
Now I see around the wider Missoula area and even more so around Ronan that there are a pile of kids named Trae, same spelling as mine. Apparently my name was much more popular than I thought. Ha. Or maybe my name was always popular and I was just a jackass. Ha.
So, I went to school at the University for a few years full time and then part time. I was sick of no money so I got hired at AeroTech Services at the local airport part time, then full time too. My job “Title” was “Line Tech.” Which is a sort of fancy way to say I was a FUELER for airplanes. Just an upscale gas station attendant I was. It was fun though. I got to fly in LOTS of different airplanes and was invited to fly in some VERY expensive corporate jets and personal jets owned by people I won’t name. I tell you, if you get a chance to fly in a Gulfstream, go for it. No matter the model or year of the aircraft, they are all nicer than any home or vehicle you’ve ever been in. Most of the ones I was in didn’t have carpet on the floor, it was LEATHER. Matching leather for the seats and headliner etc. gold plated fixtures in the head. Crazy nice.
I got to do tons of flying in small private planes, planes of all types. Single engine, dual engine and Turbo Jet engines. I even have flown a Piper CUB for four or so hours with my buddy Mikey. Every time we’d get some cash together we’d rent one of Aero Techs small planes like a Cessna 150 or Cessna 172, they were the most common ones we rented. All we had to do was pay for fuel, that’s it, no exorbitant rental fee for us, just gas. It was awesome. The other Trey I worked with and I used to fly girls to Tulsa and Dallas for dates. He has a four year bachelors degree in aviation and is a private pilot and a certified flight instructor and instrument instructor. We had a blast doing that, splitting the cost flying the 172 was maybe $75 apiece and when we took the Cherokee Six which is a dual engine six seater it was roughly double that. But, with the extra pair or seats we’d get another couple to go with and kick in for gas. It was a blast!
I even flew myself for many many of those hours flying as my friends were working on their pilots license and were happy to let me fly including takeoff and landing while they got to put the hours in their log books. I ended up with some great experiences that many people don’t get. I feel super fortunate for that too. I was interested in aviation as a career and I would have achieved my pilots license too, but pilots are away from home most all the time and being more of a home body I knew I’d be miserable doing that job for the next thirty or more years, even though I love flying more than most things, it was a better move for me to not get into that career path. I always had a heck of a time deciding on what I wanted to do for a living, I had a massive advantage with my Grandparents paying for any and all schooling I wanted to do, which I took advantage of on and off for many years. I’ve got enough college credits for a Masters Degree but lack several core classes that I don’t have yet. One of those core classes was College Algebra. I don’t know what it is about algebra but it makes no sense to me when you get into the polynomial fractions etc. so I flunked college algebra three times, after I flunked remedial algebra. Geometry and calculus I didn’t have issues with, I think maybe I never got a math professor that could make sense of the harder parts of algebra for me. I loved school though, much more than high school. I guess it’s the “Stigma” of high school, you are forced to go there but you pay what amounts to a good mortgage for college entrance and class fees (along with books) Ha. Offhand I think I went to college for about nine years, not all full time though. I did lookup my number of credits which as said are about enough for a Masters Degree Plus or minus (it’s been like ten years since I looked so my estimate is off memory which can be fallible, either way it’s over or just under a Masters Degree number of credit requirements). I worked at Aero Tech for a couple years and then got PO’ed at the owners and quit. My next job was at “The Crossover Liquor Store”. The owner John Purtle was know for not only being a super cool boss, but he did his absolute best to work around your school schedule. That store is still there, last time I called John was still the owner. He was on if my favorite bosses ever. Saying he was super cool and generous is an understatement for sure. He’s the kind of boss you wish for if you can’t work for yourself.
Later on I started to get bored at school I took a year ish off and got SCUBA certified up to Rescue Diver, after that I helped teach the SCUBA classes for a while until they offered me a job as the store Manager, the Sporting Goods store was called Sportsman’s Choice. It’s closed now due to a partnership who bought the store from the original owner, then they ran the store into the ground. I had to watch all my hard work over several years go right down the drain. Due to my estimating the store having six months to a year before they would have to close, I made plans to move to Lewiston, ID. which I go into some just below. For a long time I worked a pretty full schedule at the liquor store and worked full time at Sportsman’s. Choice. I don’t know why I worked two jobs for a really long time, it’s just what I did. I think it was because even though I worked a heck of a lot of hours per week, neither job felt like work at all to me. Time spent at the sporting goods store was like working in Santa’s shop. I learned how to be a machinist there in the back room where a giant Bridgeport Knee Mill sat. I learned Gunsmithing from a couple of the best gunsmiths in the country to boot. So all my time there at Sportsman’s Choice was just a blast every day. Later on I got a job offer to work the door and bouncing at My Pleasure Bar and Grill. I put my notice in with John and went to work in the bar. The owner only employed guys there. He was Iranian and wou...Expand for more
ld not hire women. So we had a really good band of brothers working the bar, from the door to the bartenders to the servers. Even as I write this, images are flying across my vision with very fond memories. I can even smell the spilled beer and drinks on the carpeting.
It was also known as “The Brass Top” since the entire bar surface was all brass. The bar was the Sorority and Fraternity hangout which is for sure the place you want to be to meet beautiful girls and make buckets and buckets of money to boot. On weeknights, the slow nights we’d be hacked off if we made less than $200 per night. Weekend nights, even Sundays we could make $500 a night in tips. All the Sorority and Frat. Kids were all from Texas and south Arkansas, Little Rock who’s parents were either owners of oil wells or massive business in Dallas or Huston or Little Rock. It was absolutely crazy culture shock going from Montana to Fayetteville. I can describe Fayetteville in one word, AWESOME! Granted I’m referring to 1997 and prior, I don’t know what it’s like now. I still have friends I keep in touch with but they don’t spend any time telling me what all has changed. I think it’s like Lewiston is now, the Bar scene is pretty much dead. People are more into the healthy choices anymore. I was part of the last generation of super fun bartending, so many many many awesome memories, and it does make me a little sad it’s all gone now. There won’t be a new generation of young bartenders to pick up the flag and carry on for those of us who retired. I guess I’m even more into the healthy thing myself as I haven’t had a beer or drink since 2005. I guess I had my fill in my long career as a bartender. Ha.
When I was hired at My Pleasure, I started bouncing and worked my way behind the bar on a super busy night and two bartenders called in sick. So the manager on duty pulled me behind the bar for the first time and I was bitten for sure by the Bartender Bug. Back then It was astonishingly close to the movie Cocktail without the poetry and Mr. Cruise. And of course in the South not New York. It was seriously more fun than you can shake a stick at. Once or thrice a week a fight would break out that I’d have to break up, which added more of the “Spice of Life” to the week. Ha.
It wasn’t just me, we always had about six servers and two to four bartenders depending on how busy it was. I always ran to break up fights trying to be the first there as I learned to love the adrenaline blast and the coming loud round of applause from the rest of the patrons in attendance. They would even tip us fat cash for that. You might have four or five people hand you $100 bills for a good performance. When I was describing our patrons I forgot to say that most all of them had FAR more money than brains. The parking lot would be full of Land Cruisers, Land Rovers, Ferrari’s, BMW, Mercedes on and on and on.
After I started at Sportsman’s Choice, I worked there full time and the Bar at night for three shifts during the week getting off about 11:00-12:00 and Friday and Saturday night till close. I opened the store at 10:00 all week so I got plenty of sleep and saved my money.
I also got into shooting competition with pistols very often. Next my parents moved up here to Lewiston, ID and there is a college here too so I decided I’d move here with them. I ran the sporting goods section in a big sporting goods store here and bartended nights and the weekends. One day the manager of Gart Sports hacked me off so I quit. So I started working full time in the bar as the head bartender and bar supervisor, which is what I wanted to do anyway. The bar is in the Ramada hotel here. The bar is a Micro Brewery called M.J. Barleyhoppers. I worked there untill the fall of 1999. Then I bartended at another club that was here called The Club Chameleon which is gone now. So I ended up bartending about 11 years or a bit more. Lots of super fun memories. My ex decided she didn’t want me working the bar and being around all the women anymore, even though I never once betrayed her trust. So I worked for a small company cutting up steel plate at Potlatch Paper Co. here for about 1.5-2 years. Until all the steel was cut up and sold. Big money but boring as hell.
Following that I moved to Spokane and went to the Community College in the 2 year welding program. When I got my super impressive Associates Degree there I moved back to Lewiston and was hired at Riverview Marina. They also built new Jet Boats too, Custom Weld is half the Marina’s business. My job was much much harder than building new aluminum jet boats. My job was to fix them when they got bashed up and twisted around. I’ve got some good stories about that place. Next I decided to work for myself when I left Riverview. My business was/ is called American Fabrication. I also had another business at the same time. Tombstone Custom Arms, I am a gunsmith and Machinist too. So I built 1911 and Glock pistols up fancy and sweet to sell them which was super fun, I still do that even now. I got the special license from the BATFE along with my Federal Firearms License. This allowed me to build, and machine, firearm Suppressors often known as Silencers. Which is odd because they are no where near what we all call as “Hollywood Quiet”. Ha. All they are is a muffler for firearms. I have no idea how such a negative stigma got attached to a muffler. Well, I actually do know how. Hollywood. They put the stigma on Suppressors because they are used by bad guys and hitmen / assassins in movies. Plus they show them shooting people in a restaurant or elsewhere with the gun Shot sounding like someone snapped their fingers quietly. It’s ridiculous, all weapons fired with Suppressors are still really loud for the most part. Many Suppressors you still have to wear earplugs to shoot safely. There are actually only a relatively small number of them rated to be safe to shoot without earplugs. To pass the no earplugs rule, they must be lower than 140 decibels. That’s way louder than slamming the hood on your car and WAY louder than you can slam a door. Anyway, to pull myself off a little rant there, Sales slowed down due to the economy as one classifies Suppressors as a “Luxury Item” ha. and I decided not to renew my SOT with the BATFE. It’s called s Special Occupations Tax, mine was for Manufacturing. The SOT was $1000 per year for the permit, not a fee you wish to pay year after year with almost no sales. Time goes on and and my Dad passes away around 2009, so I moved home to take care of my mother. She shuffled off the mortal coil about ten years or so ago now. She would have lived much longer, but it turns out she had a hernia in her descending aorta which popped one night. It didn’t take long and was gone too.
What a strange revelation that is, having lost both parents. The feeling is surreal for sure, not at all pleasant. But, after a couple days it begins to dull and then it’s business as usual so to speak.
So, I got the house and my inheritance from my grandparents is enough to live on comfortably in perpetuity. I’m not rich, but I don’t worry about money anymore either. So, I sit around with my dog Rudy who is half Basenji and half PitBull. He’s awesome! I travel around when I get the notion to go somewhere and stay home when I don’t. Kinda boring, but secure.
I hope anyone who reads this boring tale is doing well, have had a wonderful life and are healthy and happy.
Remember the only real “Currency” or real “Value” there is in the world is our relationships with one another, the memories that last and last. We all enrich one another’s lives in immeasurable ways, and that makes living on planet earth worth it. Meeting new people, helping with charities etc. Who ever, if ever, anyone reads this I hope all is well for you and your families.
Take Care
Trae Clanton
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