Kris Harrison Sirius Diving Down and Out

. I was nice and generous to Kris Harrison from Sirius Diving.  It would be nice for Kris to pay me for the parts I put in his car. I introduced Kris Harrison to some wonderful technical divers. I don't think he had a clue. I invited Kris to CCR wreck dive with a Great Lakes charter captain from who also dives a Meg re-breather. On my expense Kris flew into Chicago. On arrival Kris claimed someone stole part of his re-breather out of his luggage. It is so unlikely in the US due to the size of what was stolen and security cameras are everywhere. Speaking to an employee of Department of aviation, he said it is extremely unlikely. At first I believed Kris Harrison about the theft. Now I suspect Since Kris has no money to maintain the re-breather, he left it behind when he discovered his o2 sensors needed replacement. About $400.00.

   After I picked him up from Midway we filled two more sets of open circuit doubles, plus deco tanks per Kris instruction with helium and deco gas. Kris Harrison from Sirius Diving clearly had enough gas to dive open circuit for at least two dives, most likely four dives. Out of eight dives four days Kris dove once. His excuse for not diving the last day is that he did not have enough gas for thirds. By his arrogance he was implicating we were all diving wrong. But he did not dive or come with us to teach us. The last day of diving I had two full sets of doubles Trimix left for Kris a set of 105 and a set of 100 doubles. The last day Kris Harrison said he wouldn’t dive because it was not enough gas. Remember it was mixed per his instruction (plus he helped fill his tanks too.) I have been doing a lot of 200 foot 70 meter dives. We usually get 2 dives out of a set of doubles.

  .Kris did have any money. Not 50 cents for a candy bar. I paid for flight, luggage and room. Lack of money meant not money for food nor did he bring food. He started mooching cigarettes from the hotel owner upon arrival. This also was embarrassing. (Glad I don’t smoke).

   Because of all the different excuses Kris Harrison made not to dive, and his final excuse insulted me and my open circuit dive partners. I told Kris Harrison he was acting like a young child not a dive buddy. After this comment to Kris, he was relentless by insulting me calling me names. I tried to walk away but he would not leave me alone. That night I ended up moving to another hotel. This of course was the end of our friendship.

    Earlier this year Kris and Mariella stayed at my house for a week. I stored his car for a couple months. I repaired his car, (it was not safe). When I was part way through it he told me he had no money. I thought I may take scuba lessons from Kris Harrison and Sirius Diving. Since I will not use a name calling instructor I requested for Kris to tell me how and when he will pay me back for the parts on installed on his Jeep. I really thought Kris was very smart . I have a different opinion now.

   In Mexico after cave diving, I saw him get in a physical fight with a German cave diver. It was about a mistake the German diver made, the way he ran his reel to the gold line. Remembering this incident, Kris’s abusive comments and his threats. Kris frightened me. He did threaten my property when I asked him to leave me alone in the room.

Kris has a most impressive résumé. I think he WAS a very good cave instructor. At this point in his life he is going through a mental break down. Having no money, without his wife, a broken car and living in a tent. He is just being a burden to whoever will deal with him. I did not drive Kris back to Chicago. I was afraid of him and what he might do or say. Instead I paid a friend to drive him close.

  Kris also claimed I am trying to steel his empty suitcase that was left at my shop. I left it at his access. Kris Harrison from Sirius diving never came and got it.

Kris Harrison’s acts like he believes he is your instructor all the time. For Kris excuses shouldn’t be a lie. Lying why you’re not diving. Especially with Kris credentials. Great lakes diving is very hard and cold. I had 3 finger mittens for Kris a 7 mil hood, even better undergarment and a DUI 200 dry suit. Kris thought he knew better. He froze his ass off his only dive. He couldn’t get the deco tanks on without help in the water. He looked like a Great Lake rookie. I hope SDI/TDI have a warm water wreck c card. He sure is not a cold water wreck instructor. As a Great Lake shipwreck diver, we always take each other’s help. None of us can get dressed without it. The work starts with days of preparation. Kris was asked on Thursday to show up on Saturday. He did not listen to me his former student on what he needed. Kris said he started diving in ice cold water and knew what to do.

 I am embarrassed I am so gullible. Kris went off on me and is not fit to instruct at this point in time. He was only invited to dive the re-breather. I didn’t go along with his three days of excuses. I actually thought he may try and physically hurt me. To keep him at bay, I reminded him I would call the police if necessary. The last day he would call me names while asking me for a ride, which is hypocritical or just strange. A final thought. Why are all these bad things happening to Kris? Bad things usually happen to people when they are not doing the right thing

Sirius Diving Kris Harrison a bad person to be around.

. I was nice and generous to Kris Harrison from Sirius Diving.  It would be nice for Kris to pay me for the parts I put in his car. I introduced Kris Harrison to some wonderful technical divers. I don't think he had a clue. I invited Kris to CCR wreck dive with a Great Lakes charter captain from who also dives a Meg re-breather. On my expense Kris flew into Chicago. On arrival Kris claimed someone stole part of his re-breather out of his luggage. It is so unlikely in the US due to the size of what was stolen and security cameras are everywhere. Speaking to an employee of Department of aviation, he said it is extremely unlikely. At first I believed Kris Harrison about the theft. Now I suspect Since Kris has no money to maintain the re-breather, he left it behind when he discovered his o2 sensors needed replacement. About $400.00.

   After I picked him up from Midway we filled two more sets of open circuit doubles, plus deco tanks per Kris instruction with helium and deco gas. Kris Harrison from Sirius Diving clearly had enough gas to dive open circuit for at least two dives, most likely four dives. Out of eight dives four days Kris dove once. His excuse for not diving the last day is that he did not have enough gas for thirds. By his arrogance he was implicating we were all diving wrong. But he did not dive or come with us to teach us. The last day of diving I had two full sets of doubles Trimix left for Kris a set of 105 and a set of 100 doubles. The last day Kris Harrison said he wouldn’t dive because it was not enough gas. Remember it was mixed per his instruction (plus he helped fill his tanks too.) I have been doing a lot of 200 foot 70 meter dives. We usually get 2 dives out of a set of doubles.

  .Kris did have any money. Not 50 cents for a candy bar. I paid for flight, luggage and room. Lack of money meant not money for food nor did he bring food. He started mooching cigarettes from the hotel owner upon arrival. This also was embarrassing. (Glad I don’t smoke).

   Because of all the different excuses Kris Harrison made not to dive, and his final excuse insulted me and my open circuit dive partners. I told Kris Harrison he was acting like a young child not a dive buddy. After this comment to Kris, he was relentless by insulting me calling me names. I tried to walk away but he would not leave me alone. That night I ended up moving to another hotel. This of course was the end of our friendship.

    Earlier this year Kris and Mariella stayed at my house for a week. I stored his car for a couple months. I repaired his car, (it was not safe). When I was part way through it he told me he had no money. I thought I may take scuba lessons from Kris Harrison and Sirius Diving. Since I will not use a name calling instructor I requested for Kris to tell me how and when he will pay me back for the parts on installed on his Jeep. I really thought Kris was very smart . I have a different opinion now.

   In Mexico after cave diving, I saw him get in a physical fight with a German cave diver. It was about a mistake the German diver made, the way he ran his reel to the gold line. Remembering this incident, Kris’s abusive comments and his threats. Kris frightened me. He did threaten my property when I asked him to leave me alone in the room.

Kris has a most impressive résumé. I think he WAS a very good cave instructor. At this point in his life he is going through a mental break down. Having no money, without his wife, a broken car and living in a tent. He is just being a burden to whoever will deal with him. I did not drive Kris back to Chicago. I was afraid of him and what he might do or say. Instead I paid a friend to drive him close.

  Kris also claimed I am trying to steel his empty suitcase that was left at my shop. I left it at his access. Kris Harrison from Sirius diving never came and got it.

Kris Harrison’s acts like he believes he is your instructor all the time. For Kris excuses shouldn’t be a lie. Lying why you’re not diving. Especially with Kris credentials. Great lakes diving is very hard and cold. I had 3 finger mittens for Kris a 7 mil hood, even better undergarment and a DUI 200 dry suit. Kris thought he knew better. He froze his ass off his only dive. He couldn’t get the deco tanks on without help in the water. He looked like a Great Lake rookie. I hope SDI/TDI have a warm water wreck c card. He sure is not a cold water wreck instructor. As a Great Lake shipwreck diver, we always take each other’s help. None of us can get dressed without it. The work starts with days of preparation. Kris was asked on Thursday to show up on Saturday. He did not listen to me his former student on what he needed. Kris said he started diving in ice cold water and knew what to do.

 I am embarrassed I am so gullible. Kris went off on me and is not fit to instruct at this point in time. He was only invited to dive the re-breather. I didn’t go along with his three days of excuses. I actually thought he may try and physically hurt me. To keep him at bay, I reminded him I would call the police if necessary. The last day he would call me names while asking me for a ride, which is hypocritical or just strange. A final thought. Why are all these bad things happening to Kris? Bad things usually happen to people when they are not doing the right thing

Trimix Diver and Advanced Cave with Staging IANTD

I completed my trimix training with Scott Byars in Spring Hill, FL. I dove in a cave to a depth of 270 feet. I am certified to dive to a depth of 330 feet.

   The previous certification of normoxic trimix allowed me to dive to 200 feet. There are many wrecks basically untouched at between 180 and 240 feet. 

    I also completed my Advance Cave with Staging. This was a skill course that took me three trips to Florida, and about 12 dives to complete. This advances my ability to control extra tanks and helped me get my equipment set to the point of familiarity. The two classes complement each other because of the handling of multiple tanks (stages)

   Like most classes you sometimes think you can finish them in a specific time. Trimix is 4 dives and lots of math.  I completed in the minimum. Staging is up to the instructor. I am glad I had to work for staging. It without a doubt helped me in the skills I need to develop to become an elite diver.

Diepolder T Mix Down 240 feet

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   Michael J Apke

   December 8
   

   I was student passenger the last 3 days with a 2 hour ride each way doing dive planning with T mix. My instructor does not dive a computer. My VR computer was spot on 3 days in a row to his decompression schedule. Most importantly I understand dive planning CNS and how to get there. It reminded me of cramming for a test and the good feeling when you know in your mind you can do the math. Best I did my training in some special places. Eagles Nest and Diepolder. Thanks Scott Byars from Explorations Unlimited.
   

   

   
   

   

   
   

   

   
   

   

   
   

   

   
   

   

   
   

   

Obama Care Affordable Health Care

   For all you people knocking Affordable Health Care (A.H.C.), and not giving it a chance, I will mention a couple things that make huge difference to people. First insurance companies do not ask about your previous health condition. Everyone is on an even playing field. In the past anyone in the family with a pre-existing condition would almost for sure be denied or priced out of the insurance. Second if you were a smoker it would double your insurance in the past. Now you get a higher rate but it’s minimal. For a couple making less than sixty grand a year you will get help with your insurance rate. It is a subsidy. It is to bring insurance price in line. It is going to keep hospitals from charging $59.83 per Aspirin. You review it yearly and can change it yearly.

Health care was fucked for everyone except the healthy in the past. Now even though it is not perfect, health insurance is being made for everyone, sick included. If you think A.H.C. it is for welfare recipients only, get sick. In the past you would join the ranks of the poor unemployed or not insurable. Now you coverage will adjust to what you can afford. Many sick people lose some or all of their income after the get sick.

Four Years since my sister Nancy passed

I could have never imagined 4 years ago how fast four years would go by. I may have only spoken with Nancy once every couple months, but it was always very much a part of me. I will continue this post tomorrow or soon. Time to dream about Nancy

A letter from my mother 1978 found after her death!

Wednesday, May 24, 1978

My dear son, Michael,

I write this letter to you with love in my heart for you.   I want to dedicate this letter with these thoughts of you.

“MOST MEMORABLE DAYS IN THE GROWING YEARS OP MICHAEL APKE".

Michael Apke, born on October 2, 1956.   Weighed 9# 8 oz. Parents, Verne & John Apke.

This was a most happy day for your Dad & I.   We were so proud to have a son.

You were a good baby.   At 6 months, you had pnernonitis, you recovered quickly.   We gave you very special care.

You were a very inquisitive baby.   In examining any toy, you would take it apart and try to put it together again.   You preferred looking how a carpet sweeper worked then a small toy.

At 3 years old, we found you in the garage painting a small maple rooking chair.

In Kindergarten, you never wanted to take naps, but always wanted to play.

Remember 1st grade, when you told Sister Editha that the kids in the classroom could take a tour through our trailer which was parked in our back yard   it certainly was a thrill to all of them.

Remember you get the chicken pox the day before we were to leave for Florida to visit Big Grandma in our trailer?   We decided to leave you with little Grandma until we came back.   When we arrived in Florida we missed you and had you fly down by yourself in your first airplane flight (of course with the consent of the doctor).   I remember you enjoyed the plane so much; you wanted to fly back instead of going with us in the trailer.

Remember you were an altar boy, paper boy, Boy Scout, and little league. You helped shovel the sidewalks and would almost shovel half the block.

In sixth grade you one the 1^st place Science Fair award for the whole school in RADIO APPARATUS. In the seventh grade again you won second place. It was the working of an engine.   In 8th grade* you won 1st place again in. the Science Award for the "Atoms."

When you graduated 8th grade at St. Richards School, you were presented an award for "The most cooperative boy in school". We were so proud.

Your choice of high schools was St. Laurence.   You were accepted and graduated from there.   Your sports activity was wrestling.

Remember, the trailer trips we had taken, almost every year. You were always at Dad's side.   He showed you how to fish, swim and of course auto mechanics.

Remember too, hot much you enjoyed 0le in Wisconsin*   You. Loved to hear him tell tales about fishing and hunting,

When you were 16, you took your driver’s license test and passed. You started working at 16 at South End Carthage,   You enjoyed saving money.    At 18 you bought a car.

Remember graduation of High School.   At the ceremony, you were the only one without a tie.   Before they called you to get the diploma, you, borrowed the tie from the guy behind you.    We found out later, that one of your friend’s car broke down, and you were fixing it and left the tie in the back of their oar.

, Remember, when you had the toe operation.   The doctor said you should ware gym shoes*   that made you the happiest guy in high school. You even teak your gym shoes along with you to your school prom.  You wore them after the prom was over.

In1973, at our 26th wedding anniversary, you wanted to surprise us with a 1948 Ford car you purchased (the year of our wedding :,) you and Ray Kaszuba were working on it for 2 months.   You got it in front of our house but it wouldn’t start*

These are memories of you that I can never forget*

When you became 18, you wanted to be independent.   You moved away on your own*

I want to tell you that you’re Dad & I loved you and did what we thought was best for you*

Some other incidents I recall now:

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Remember when you took speech lessons from Mrs. Smith.   You had a

Slur that was to be corrected.   It improved your speech in the few

Lessons you took.

Remember also, the speech class had a play and your barn door was open and the white shirt sticking out of it.   That was the last time, you vent to speech classes.

Remember when you wanted to type your homework? You drew a keyboard on a piece of cardboard and learned how to type*

Remember when you had a difficult time doing fractions. I would work with you every day and then one day you said, to me “Mom thanks for allowing me how to do fractions* I'm good at. it now*

I remember when you ware camping with the scouts and you sent ma a poem on a bark, from a tree,   "Roses are red* violets are blue I miss and love you".   It warmed my heart*

Remember when the sewer in the front lawn was blocked*   Dad was sick, and we hired someone to unclog it*   you were about 11 then*   you said to Dad that the guy didn't know was a ratchet wrench was.

Remember when little Grandma broke her hip and you visited her at the hospital and told her she could have your room until she was up and around

These momenta in your young life I want to remember.

Some other incidents I recall now:

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Remember when you took speech lessons from Mrs. Smith.   You had a

Slur that was to be corrected.   It improved your speech in the few

Lessons you took.

Remember also, the speech class had a play and your barn door was open and the white shirt sticking out of it.   That was the last time, you vent to speech classes.

Remember when you wanted to type your homework? You drew a keyboard on a piece of cardboard and learned how to type*

Remember when you had a difficult time doing fractions. I would work with you every day and then one day you said, to me “Mom thanks for allowing me how to do fractions* I'm good at. it now*

I remember when you ware camping with the scouts and you sent ma a poem on a bark, from a tree,   "Roses are red* violets are blue I miss and love you".   It warmed my heart*

Remember when the sewer in the front lawn was blocked*   Dad was sick, and we hired someone to unclog it*   you were about 11 then*   you said to Dad that the guy didn't know was a ratchet wrench was.

Remember when little Grandma broke her hip and you visited her at the hospital and told her she could have your room until she was up and around

                                                     These momenta in your young life I want to remember.