The trip down was uneventful, we got to Salem and found the downtown station easily enough. The guys there were really cool about allowing me to wash E460 so she'd be at her best. While I was doing this June felt the need for a restroom which they obliged. Unfortunately she got locked in there and they had to disassemble the lock to get her out :-).
We then found a place called "The Word of Mouth Bistro" which had terrific food. We took a walk while waiting for our time to join the nuptial fun and determined that Oregon has the ugliest capital in the nation (of those we knew) but has some great trees around the area including a giant sequoia.
About 30 minutes late we got the call to show up at the wedding site, we met the wedding coordinator and parked the engine as required. When they got done getting married we enjoyed the look of surprise and stood back while the photographer and videographer(s) did their thing. Once all the pictures were taken we loaded them up, hauled them to the reception, used the facilities and hit the road. Yeah, that's all they wanted, a ride from the wedding to the reception. However this seemed to mean a lot to the groom so it was all worth it.
The trip back home seemed to be going well, we listened to music, chatted, and generally enjoyed the nice weather until the 185th exit off of Hwy 26. Sadly E460's left front tire decided to go boom. I'd never had a blowout before, let alone a blowout in a truck. Things were happening in slow motion, the rig decided to start heading into the passing lane, I re-lived all my emergency driving classes, several profanities were uttered. Before anything could go seriously wrong I took control of the engine and coaxed/wrestled her to a stop on the right shoulder.
It turns out that we don't carry a baby-spare on engines. Sigh. I called my chief and asked him what he recommended I do. As one might expect of a chief, he took charge. About 1.5 hours later he and Bill showed up in the utility with a couple of jacks, tools, and a spare wheel. We mounted it up in under an hour, and got back on the road for home. After a while we noticed the smell of hot rubber and pulled over (paranoia runs deep with this boy). It turns out that the new tire was much warmer than the other five. We let things cool off a while and with several stops to cool off/check things out we finally made it home. The chief & Bill came out to rescue us on a Saturday evening, just because that's the sort of people they are. Even with almost five years as a volunteer fire-fighter, I still find it incredible that people would do this.
Alan Batie, a good friend of mine posted this to his FaceBook wall. I'm reposting it here so I always have easy access to his elegant presentation of what should be obvious.
A right is something you have inherently, not something someone else gives you. How can you have a right to something which may not even be possible, e.g. no doctor in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Are you going to force a doctor to go there? The concept is... just silly. Society may have a duty to provide some minimum level of care to its members, but individuals do not have a right to force other people to do things for them. There is a big difference.
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A week or so ago, Kathwren dropped me a line to invite me to her parent's 50th wedding anniversary. It was through Katherine that I met her parents (George & Sally) who hired me into my first job writing software. She was definitely a pivotal person in my existence.
Just yesterday Kelly dropped me a line, she is the oldest of three girls in a family I hung out with a lot in the mid 80s. Much went on in those days, some good, some bad, and some forgotten in a haze of pot smoke. My life has changed a lot, I'm certain hers will have too, I wonder if there's any commonality left.
Hopefully I'll get to touch bases with both and at least catch up on where our roads have taken us.
Anyhow, this has been cool. I've located a bunch of people from my past. You're thinking "Duh, that's what facebook is about". But that's not the point, for each of those people I've written down the preeminent thought triggered by their reappearance in my mind. There are exceptions like my brother, there's way too much to write there. I wonder if this is what getting old is all about, starting to live in one's mind as much as in one's space. If you know or knew me, feel free to friend me on facebook, I'm not that picky :-).
Time to abandon the mind and return to my space for a while.
Capital Steps radio shows
BBC farming today
Science @ NASA
Wait Wait, Don't Tell Me
The Onion Radio News
NYT's Science Times
PRI's The World Science
PRI's The World Technology
There is occasional overlap in these 6 from NPR
NPR driveway moments
NPR story of the day
NPR on the environment
NPR on science
NPR science friday
This item comes first since it allows me to use the singular in the following items. I thought Sylvia and I had reconciled our most significant differences, it turns out that we hadn't so we've split up effective last night. In many ways it has been a wonderful year or so but we failed to negotiate some of our issues.
Two cats were dropped off by someone or other, clearly domesticated kitties. One is called PB which stands for pre-blender. He's black and white, which in a blender would make him gray like all my other kitties. The other is all black, she's called Porter (think beer). Initially the gender was thought to be reversed, but unless the female is on top in cats PB is a he and Porter is a she. Neither is fixed so as soon as I'm confident that I can trap them both reliably I'll take care of this.
I've been drilling with Clatskanie RFPD and have been loving it. They're a younger and more agressive department so we train much harder. I've also done a couple of night-shifts there and once I figure out the ins and outs I plan on spending at least one night a week there. The ultimate goal is to get enough medical time to make me confident that I can advance my EMT training from basic to intermediate. The down-side to the time spent in Clatskanie is that I now drill every Monday, most Wednesdays, and two Thursdays a month.
Today, in boredom, I wandered up to the station and we got a call for a priority three bleeding. I got to drive (my third signoff, yay). Once there I was the first medical person to establish patient contact. My partner really pissed me off when she barged in and ordered me off to fetch something or other from the medic. Since the patient's family was present I felt it best to just obey even though she was in no sense more qualified than me to handle this patient. Every time I go out on a call with her I end up frustrated.