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Sunday, August 30, 2020
Is the Tide Turning?
Please excuse my inadequate editing skills and skip forward to about 6:24. Speaking is the man who, among other things, is in charge of the Denver Police Department.
The City and County of Denver is unique, thankfully, among Colorado counties in neutering the Sheriff.
We will see how this plays out.
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Monday, August 24, 2020
Friday, August 21, 2020
Monday, August 17, 2020
Wildfire Season IV
Saturday, August 15, 2020
Wildfire Season III
Friday, August 14, 2020
Wildfire Season II
Thursday, August 13, 2020
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
Monday, August 10, 2020
Every summer, starting at age 10, I worked on relative’s ranches near Coalmont, CO (North Park) putting up hay.
These are old school, 110-120 lb wire tie bales. More common now are round bales 6’ in diameter and large square bales that need large equipment to move and stack.
Being a strong lad, I soon went from driving tractors moving and raking hay to busting bales, like 2,000 – 2,200 a day.
Farming today has become so mechanized summer jobs for kids are scarce if they are not family. I think the country is poorer in spirit and appreciation of hard work for it.
There are many worse ag jobs than bucking bales. Thinning beets comes to mind.
Once I was back home, there were the bales from our own 20 acres of hayfields to pickup and store in the barn. We had an old twine tie bailer so those bales were only 80 lbs. Each one had to be tossed onto a flatbed Ford pickup and then you would jump on and off the pickup to stack them six high. At the barn the process was reversed. Labor intensive to be sure.
My sister, nine years younger, would steer the pickup as I walked alongside bucking the bales. The little shit would slowly push on the throttle and I would go from a walk to a trot. Yeah, fun times.
“MOM, he yelled at me!!!!”
Well, no shit.
And I loath this "new and improved" blogger.
Friday, August 7, 2020
OK, I Was Wrong
In a recent post, “S^*t for Brains, I commented on a neighbor leaving a new Challenger out in the open to be hailed on. Still, why leave the GMC whatever in the garage? Get a cover for it. Maybe there is a domestic issue involved.
The monsoon clouds are gone today after some violent storms yesterday. The haze obscuring the mountains is from numerous fires on the Western Slope, some approaching 10,000 acres and only partially contained.
The forecast is for several days of hot and dry weather; perfect for wildfires.
ADDENDUM: Trying to work with the “New and Improved” Blogger is frustrating.
Tuesday, August 4, 2020
Moaners and Doers
As a manager, the people I supervised fell into two broad categories. The first, and largest, were the moaners. Always, they could find fault with the way things were done. They would come to me with carefully polished complaints, but very rarely any solutions. The second, much smaller group, were doers. When they came to me with a complaint, they also had a suggested solution.
Guess which group was considered for promotions and plum assignments?
I didn’t care if their solution was workable. I cared that they thought through a problem; that they cared enough about their job to want to make it better. Their effort made me a more effective manager. Hey, he/she has a point. Let’s look into it.
So, WSF, is this going somewhere? Glad you asked.
The Colorado Department of Public Health and Environment recently proclaimed systemic racism to be a critical public health issue. You can read all about it here.
What I considered the “meat” of this overly long pronouncement is here.
Being silent and doing nothing is no longer acceptable. We affirm that racism is a serious public health issue, we know that the health and lives of people of color are at stake, and, most important, we are ready to take action. That is how we will make good on the promise of a healthy, equitable Colorado for all.
Take action! How? This whole pronouncement is, IMO, one long moan without a specific, “We need to do this” anywhere to be found.
Wanting to know more about “systemic racism” I read through this.
The wonderful thing about being a moaner is you can find fault, assume the moral high ground, and not put your ass on the line. That is, be personally responsible. Where, in their carefully crafted piece, are specific responsibilities? As a Colorado citizen and taxpayer, I want specific, concrete proposals and not this moaner pap.
How about specific racism? I talk with a third generation Hispanic heritage lady who lives in our building about these types of issues. As a child, she and her friends were turned away from the municipal swimming pool; the attendant refused to accept their money. She still feels the sting.
This town has a large Hispanic population, mainly of Mexican backgrounds, and today you find many Hispanic surnames among elected officials, municipal employees, and county employees. Hard work and persistence made change happen.
Point: Equal opportunity doesn’t mean equal outcome. Trite? Yes. True? You decide.
So, WSF, instead of moaning what are your specific proposals?
Get involved in the political process, support candidates who do have concrete proposals, and help vote the fucking (P)regressives out!
Yeah, yeah, what will you do? Next Tuesday I will be at a political organizing meeting in Loveland, and will become a volunteer (again, as I have many times over the years). You?
Moving on, monsoon season continues with heat and, for Colorado, humidity. (Yes, I can hear you southerners’ snicker). Yesterday we had an ozone alert.
This new and improved Blogger sucks, IMO. If you computer masters are having problems, imagine the frustration of a Latter Day Luddite.