Monday, November 20, 2017

Whee II

http://www.thedenverchannel.com/news/local-news/high-winds-topple-more-than-a-dozen-semi-trucks-along-i-25-in-colo-wyo

Had to drop my speed in places. The little Yaris was getting tossed around.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Whee


What my morning may look like at O dark thirty. This is what the Bordeaux exit looks like in daylight.


Where I'm coming from (Cheyenne and Chugwater).


Where I'm going. That is Wheatland in the distance.


Many a fool has ignored that sign and windsock (Yes, I understand the irony given my blog title). 

Oh, yah. New moon tonight.

At least there is no blizzard. That makes the drive plumb interesting.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Random Ranting


Copied this off Facebook.


 


The (P)regressives attack President Trump for the Puerto Rico mess. He has been in office for one year but is responsible for fifty+ years of corruption in that model of liberalism.

Perhaps the one aspect of (P)regressives,  SJW, and liberals that pisses me off  is they rarely take responsibility for their fuck ups.


A recent (P)regressive RICO (Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations) meeting provides a good starting list for arrests for sedition and treason.


Keeping up with the national trend, Colorado is highlighting our home grown gropers and harassers.


Dealing with the various he said/she said issues in the car biz, my approach was to investigate. Usually someone got fired. On more than one occasion we had the female script a scenario where her goal was a cash settlement. No!

“Charmane, you stand around the guys during down times talking about sex then act all shocked when one of them grabs your ass”.

“Dan, you are here to sell cars. Get laid on your own time. In fact, take all the time you want because you aren’t working here anymore”.


Once again a serious issue gets twisted by the ‘Rules for Radicals’ crowd. 


See where the Navy has another ship collision.


To a layman, this one doesn’t seem to be the Navy’s fault. I will leave it to knowledgeable sailors if better seamanship could have prevented it.

If you go around drawing national attention to yourself, it is probably a good idea to take care of those pesky warrants.


Several news sources are ginning up an Air Force General’s response to a question about an “illegal” order from President Trump.


The implication is the President will issue an “illegal” order. Just another American Media Maggot’s (h/t BZ) smear campaign.

Seems my route co-driver had two interesting mornings. 

Knock on wood, so far it has been an easy winter.

Had a chat with a young friend about security and his Facebook postings. Think he heeded my advice. Imagine that!

Ran into an old Marine I haven’t seen in five years. He remembered my name. Remembering names is probably one of the many reasons he has had many successful years as a used truck dealer.  As always, enjoyed his company. He is a walking encyclopedia on weapons, tactics, methods, and history at the grunt level. I consider it a huge compliment that he respects me!

Sad to see my old employer is back to drinking. Some seven years of sobriety gone. I can only hope he keeps it under control now.

Every profession has its sea stories and car salesmen (if you consider that a profession) have theirs. My recent contribution was detailing (washing, cleaning, polishing) Mel’s VW Rabbit.


Mel was an odd bird even by car peddler standards. He boasted he never washed his personal vehicles from the day he bought them to the day before he sold them.

 One offsite sale he was working inside as a closer and parked in an out of way space near an area we had lot men cleaning vehicles. Things were slow. Several of us bored salesmen pitched in and had the lot snots detail Mel’s VW. 

That evening he walked around it three or four times looking for his truck before he figured out what we had done. He stayed pissed off for days.

It would seem the muse has decided it is time for wine and reading. Hope you haven’t been too bored.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Confession of a Latter Day Luddite

As someone who resists new technologies and grudging learns the minimum skills necessary, my aversion doesn’t prevent me from staying alive.

CPAP

Been using one since 1995. My sister and other relatives believe untreated sleep apnea complications killed my father at age 64.

For several reasons I took the test at home. Ghastly, no one told me about shaving the areas the electrodes were glued to. The next afternoon the physician who ran the sleep clinic called and insisted I immediately come to his office. I demurred, and he became so insistent he threatened to send an ambulance and police officers. OK, I went in.

The meeting proceeded along these lines.

“You have sleep apnea. In fact, you have the worst case I’ve ever seen. I’m amazed you are still functioning.”

He followed up with a screen showing my test results. Sensing he wasn’t getting through to me, he elaborated.

“Fool, I predict you will, within the next six months, have a major medical episode. It may be today, it may be next month, but it will happen within six months. If you are lucky, it will kill you. More likely you will be left severely disabled. You do have someone who can give you skilled nursing care 24 hours a day, don’t you?”

Damn, wished I could hire him as a salesman for our car lot!

“No”, was my reply. “And my options would be?”

I slept with a CPAP that night, and have ever since.

As an aside, CPAPs are a pain in the ass. You just do it.

Three years ago I developed brandycardia, a condition where your heartbeat is so slow insufficient blood flows to the brain and you faint. Ended up with a pacemaker. The second item in the picture is a pacemaker monitor. Using a tablet and WiFi, my pacemaker can be monitored from home.

 Once a year, the cardiologists wants to see me in her office. Otherwise, every three months the check can be done from home with the device.

This contraption required I purchase a tablet, and a Red Bull double latte with ++++ as a bribe to my sister’s adopted daughter who is my techie. She got the app downloaded and installed on the tablet. After only three or four tries, I’m able to use the devices and complete the test.

I don’t use the tablet for any other purposes. My sister says it is a mini computer. Surely she is correct, and surely I don’t give a rat’s ass.

It is probable I still have PTSD from using MS-DOS in the 70’s.

The smart phone needed for my employment has bazillion apps. I use four or five, grudgingly.

Still haven’t programmed the remote for the flat screen TV recently purchased and seldom watched.


In summary, I learn just enough to get by and stay alive. Probably speaks to lack of character and perseverance. Like I give a shit.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Getting Paid For Getting Stuck

Rev. Paul


writes about a group of sailors getting multiple vehicles stuck on Adak Island. Brought to mind a friend’s experience with the US Forest Service.

The family operated heavy equipment and were hired by the USFS to make some firebreaks. It was early spring and the ground soft. The chief honcho wanted my friend to take a bulldozer across a creek. My friend said no, the ground was far too soft, and he would get stuck.

The honcho was pissed. My friend said ok, I’ll do it, when you give me a written work order paying our hourly rate. You will be responsible for retrieving the equipment, and will pay our hourly rate for as long as the dozer is stuck.

The honcho, by now in full fury mode, hand wrote the work order. My friend went on the specified route, the dozer sunk to the hood line, and sat there for six weeks earning an hourly rate 24/7. My friend said they paid off the dozer that summer while putting zero hours on it.


As a taxpayer I was appalled. As a fan of the karma bus, delighted.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Old School 911 - Part Two

Steamboat was a unique place in many ways. One was the Webber family who, for may years, was all things electrical to the populace.

One tradition they fostered for years was the 'Roaming Christmas Tree". Along with the Lions Club, every house was visited on New Years Eve and popcorn balls and candy given to the children. The Lions were dressed as Santa. Since it was cold, they needed their antifreeze. More antifreeze was dispensed from some of the houses. Many church goers on Christmas day looked the worse for wear.

My Webber took the tree to neighboring towns on the following nights. Imagine you are a stranger traveling US 40 late at night and a rolling Christmas tree was coming at you. Might sober you up, no?

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Old School 911

The picture is from around 1960. It shows a part of the main street (Lincoln Avenue/U.S. 40) of Steamboat Springs, CO (I’m part of the Class of 1961).


The object suspended over the street was a light controlled by the local telephone operation.

Automation was still in the future and a live telephone operator was on duty 24/7/365. When someone needed police assistance, the operator would turn on the light. When any police officer saw the light was on, they would find a telephone and call in or stop by the phone office located off the main street.

The response time was probably poor but better than nothing. The population at the time was under 2,000 and there wasn’t any police dispatcher on duty at night and weekends. Other than the state patrol, all law enforcement relied on CB radio.


Small town life. The light was erected and maintained by volunteers.






The speed limit was, and remains, 25 mph. All 4.8 miles, strictly enforced (the town needed the revenue). One local hard ass, descended from a pioneer family, Truman Sandelin, decided to contest his citation. Hired a sharp lawyer who discovered the town had never received a state charter and therefore didn’t legally exist.

Wonder how much it cost him to beat that ticket?