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.


Envy is often felt when reading other’s blogs. They find interesting things to write while I struggle to come up with anything others might find interesting.

My biggest excitement? Finding wasps building a nest in my pickup’s bed by the filler. Removing was tricky but accomplished without  getting stung.

A couple of nice toys were seen this morning on our walk.

Yesterday an assignment took me to Walden, CO. Due to wildfires, went via Laramie, WY as the direct rout was closed. Ended up at 348 miles round trip. During the trip I didn’t see any deer or pronghorns which was unusual.

Several departed relatives are buried in the Walden cemetery. I stopped to pay my respects.

Next week has two assignments, one in Rawlins, WY and the other in Julesburg, CO. Unless a night in a motel is used, will need to do them on separate days. Per Google Maps, doing both the same day is a 645 mile 10 hour trip. Sorry, not young anymore. Back in the day did trips like this week after week.

If you have made it this far, I hope your life is more exciting.

Wednesday, August 26, 2020


A neighbor is becoming a nuisance, ringing my doorbell daily if not more often. Poor soul is in early stages of dementia/ Alzheimer’s.  She gets the correct apartment number, but the wrong floor, of her friend.

This building has 92 apartments with a minimum age to rent of 62. The on-site maintenance man is the only resident younger than 62. We have residents in their 80’s. Other than the lady ringing my doorbell, most are still mentally sharp. There are lots of wheelchairs and walkers.

Living around these residents keeps me both humble and grateful. Humble as I see folks dealing with their problems. Grateful I’m still in reasonably good health. Mental? Opinions vary.

Remember your school years hanging around the popular kids so as to be part of the group? The only thing that has changed is my dog is now the popular kid. He gets petted several times a day by as many as a dozen people. He graciously accepts the attention.

I avoid all the cliques while remaining friendly with everyone.

In the car biz we often spoke of, “A checkup from the neck up”. To that end, this is what I see each time I lock my apartment door.

We had a few thunderstorms pass today that went a long ways to clearing some smoke from the air. Saw the ¼ moon this evening and hope to see the mountains in the morning.

The state of our country troubles me greatly. Will things settle down after the election?  In the here and now it is still arise, and start putting one foot in front of the other. Tomorrow is a 375 mile round trip assignment and today was a 136 mile round trip assignment. I’m not complaining, I want the work.

Monday, August 24, 2020

Alternative Medicine

COVID-19 aka Chinese flu, which has a survival rate above 98% (depending on the source), has been an excuse for government at all levels to take control over the lives of citizens, worldwide. Disagree?

OK, we have this “problem”. So, why all the resistance to possible treatments, like hydroxychloroquine? Yesterday our President dragged the FDA screaming to approve another treatment.

I’m not writing about all the theories surrounding this.  Other, far better informed and much better wordsmiths, continue to add to our knowledge.

What I will share is my personal use of alternative medicine. Cancer is my heritage on both sides of my family with the paternal side impacted more. Both grandparents, several aunts and uncles, and now cousins have died from cancer or are fighting it on that side. The maternal side has less, but cousins have died or are fighting the battle.

Nearly 20 years ago I purchased this book.

The author explores the use of food grade hydrogen peroxide daily. Since then I’ve taken 5 drops twice a day. I’ve been tested several times over the years and have remained cancer free.

He also explores the role of diet and I have endeavored to make sure my body chemistry is alkaline, rather than acidic.

35% H2O2 is somewhat hard to find. Seems at that level and above anarchists can use it to make bombs. I get mine from Garden of Eden

A nine month supply is under $50.

My allergies seldom bother me since I’ve used raw honey (bought directly from the beekeeper). Several theories on the health benefits of raw honey are available should you be interested in exploring them.

I don’t get flu shots and have had “flu” maybe twice in the last 20 years. Other than the week spent getting a pacemaker, I’ve missed two days of work in that time. The two days was in a motel in Bonner Springs, KS after grabbing a quick supper at the next door MacDonalds.

My point here is, explore alternative medicine. I listen closely to anything a health care professional has to say. Stupid, IMO, not to do so.  What is the saying, “Trust but verify?” 

Your health is your responsibility. Why not explore alternatives that may save your life or shield you from horrible health problems.

 As always, YMMV.

Friday, August 21, 2020

Colorado Wildfires

Colorado now has four major uncontained wildfires and many more small ones that are contained. 

The header picture, taken off a Facebook page, is looking west towards the east mouth of Glenwood canyon. The Grizzly Creek fire is burning on both sides and has closed I-70 and the Union Pacific railroad lines.

Yesterday, a much smaller brush fire temporarily closed I-25 at the Colorado/Wyoming line. That fire was quickly contained.

Closer to home the Cameron Peak fire, 45 miles WWN of Ft Collins has CO 14 over Cameron Pass closed. While most of these fires are caused by dry lightning, that one was human caused.

No clouds this morning for our walk and normally the mountains would be shining in the distance.

 All the smoke is causing problems for those with breathing problems. My vehicles are getting a dusting of ash everyday.

All of this is “normal” for a semi-arid state like Colorado. The climate change bloodhounds are howling. I did find something more balanced with some useful information and observations. A fairly long read.

Given the liberal slant of the organization, almost good journalism, at least by today’s standards.

This year most of the action is in the northern part of the state. Given the rugged terrain and remoteness, most fires are being fought from the air.

The weather forecast is for several more days of hot and dry.

Monday, August 17, 2020

Wildfire Season IV

The smoke plume from the fire WNW of Ft Collins has shifted with the winds, now flowing SSE. 

The same shift has carried the smoke from the other fires away from us and towards Colorado Springs and Pueblo.

Another view of the statue in Wildfire Season III.

Per my sister, the city allocates 1% of all projects to public art.

Saturday, August 15, 2020

Wildfire Season III

Out for our evening walk tonight and the plume is mainly from the Chambers Lake fire. A good analysis of that fire:

In the second picture on the far left are twin peaks. The tallest, Longs Peak at 14,259’ is the 13th highest of Colorado’s 48 14 footers and the second highest of the Front Range 14’s (Mt Evans, Longs Peak, Pikes Peak).

Everyone is hoping for rain. The way 2020 is going, when we do get rain, it will likely be at flooding levels.

Friday, August 14, 2020

Wildfire Season II

Another fire is burning about 85 miles WNW of me and on the east side of the Front Range. Again, in rugged terrain, so mainly aerial fighting.

Probable cause of this fire is lightning but it is near Chambers Lake and campgrounds.

Sunset last night was spectacular. The orange colors were intense. Sorry, didn’t take pictures.

These pictures are once again looking towards the Front Range just after sunrise.

The impact of all these fires on traffic is best shown from the States’ information page.

Thursday, August 13, 2020

Wildfire Season

It was crystal clear morning today for our morning walk.  Normally, the Front Range would be gleaming. Smoke from two uncontained wildfires has drifted our way.

To date, the wildfire count is 15 contained and 2 uncontained. The first, Pine Gulch, is North of Grand Junction in about as remote area to be found in Colorado. The second is the Grizzly Creek fire, burning on both sides of Glenwood Canyon which is causing intermittent closures of Interstate 70 and the Union Pacific railroad.

The Colorado River has formed Glenwood Canyon and Grizzly Creek is a tributary near the East end. For those who have driven I-70, you may have used the Grizzly Creek rest stop. You may also remember the walls of Glenwood Canyon are nearly sheer and the canyon is deep.

There are just two feasible detours for large vehicles and flatland drivers. One is US 50 and the other US 40. Your GPS may show some different routes and there are always idiots who attempt them. Most are summertime only and some restricted to vehicles fewer than 32’. Tow truck drivers are busy.

Due to the terrain, both uncontained fires can best be fought by air drops as the terrain is road less. A skilled operator might get an ATV or off road motorcycle into the areas.
 The seasonal professional fire fighter crews have their work cut out for them on these two. Hope all are safe; it is damned dangerous work.

Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Civil Unrest

Attended a recruitment/information meeting last night put on by this organization. Intriguing, to say the least.

Their first point, they are not a militia. They are in opposition to the anarchists plaguing our country. They are building a military styled structure, squad, platoon, and state specific company with military style leadership and comms.

No one joins without a background check. A criminal record per se is not a disqualifier. Pedophilia, sex crimes in general and violent domestic violence is!  A one source uniform is required. No one carries a weapon, especially a long firearm, without first going through a training course including range time. Training is required before getting involved in public opposition to anarchists.

A photo I.D. was required to enter the meeting. The men and woman covering the entry were extremely fit and appeared to be ex spec warriors. The individual speaking was former Blackhawk.

My impression is these are serious people building a long term organization. They bring a background in asymmetrical war to counter the rogue Special Forces trained Antifa advisors.

Will I get involved? That requires some serious thinking on my part. At my age and level of physical fitness, what can I contribute? Money, yes, but they don’t seem intent on fund raising alone. As LL pointed out in a comment, we need to get involved in defending our country and way of life.

You can check them out.

On the lighter side, this seems to be a strange pairing.

My neighbors are in disagreement, in violation of their lease. My crappy picture doesn’t post well (thanks Blogger) but third floor apartment has a “Biden” sign in the window and the ground floor, a “Trump/Pence2000” sign in the window.

When the manager said the  USA flag, or any flags, weren’t to be flown, we veterans explained to him the error of that policy and the consequences to him, personally, if it were enforced.

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.

Sunday, August 2, 2020

Coven Approved

New, high visibility reflective gear for the dog has met the approval of the chief harpie.

He walks easier in this, with less tugging on the leash, and less wrapping of the leash around his legs.

The “Service Dog” tag is Velcro and other patches are available. The law in Colorado is somewhat vague. The animal must be trained for specific tasks but the owner cannot be asked about why they need a service dog. I decided to put the patch on to  preclude any “Karen” busybodies from bothering me.

We do two one mile walks a day, weather permitting. The first is early morning and the second after sunset to avoid the heat of the day. He doesn’t care but his fat owner avoids the midday heat.

I think the high visibility harness will make walks safer for both of us.

Saturday, August 1, 2020

Tough Times

Spotted this mobile home and some memories came flooding in. At one point in time, my parents, little sister, and I lived in one like that, size and color too, for a year or so.

The old saw, “Tough times don’t last, tough people do”, applied to my parents.  Around 1949, my father got hired by the Denver and Rio Grande Railroad. We became railroad gypsies, living in “house cars”, that is to say railcars made into mobile houses. Some were quite nice, others were Spartan at best.  At various times we lived, along the tracks in Colorado; the North Denver yards, Plainview, Rollinsville, Pinecliff, East Portal, Kremmling, Tabernash, Toponas and Steamboat Springs.

 My sister, who is nine years younger than me, was born while we lived in East Portal.

The railroad operated on the seniority system. After a time, my father was promoted to Section Foreman. The management was always consolidating sections. A section would be consolidated, everyone “bumped” down, and everyone moved. In ten years, my father never went higher than next to last and many times he went back to being a section hand. That was the reason we lived in that dreadful mobile home. Kremmling was where he could go.

The Section Foreman was provided with a home by the railroad. We were in a nice home in East Portal when my father got “bumped”. What was opened to him was the #1 section hand in Kremmling. We lived there for a summer and winter when he was able to become the Section Foreman in Toponas, and later, Steamboat Springs.

Kremmling was dreadful. Mosquitoes as bad as Alaska. My sister, still in diapers, and I shared a small bed in the rear while my parents had a fold out couch in the front. It wasn’t a fun time!

Steamboat had better opportunities for my parents and they were able to leverage their “ranch raising” to better jobs with summer camps and private schools. They were able to buy a small ranch. They still worked “town jobs” and, in later years, made a lot of money in real estate sales when the “ski boom” took Steamboat from a 2,000 population town to a world class skiing destination. 

My sister had the good fortune of growing up in Steamboat, attending school K -12. She took her horse riding to a high level, becoming, age 13, the youngest certified riding instructor in the country while working at the Perry Mansfield Camp.

She was also a gifted dancer. While not enrolled in the dance programs, the instructors would coach her on the side.

Steamboat for me was a place I came to hate. Always the new kid, and never one to kiss anyone’s ass, I was accustomed to fighting whoever was the school bully. Him, a 6th grader and me a 2nd grader? No hesitation, fight on!  Steamboat was different; I always had to fight two or three at a time. That finally died down but I was never accepted. What I did develop was complete self reliance and trained myself to not need anyone.

What I gained from that upbringing was the willingness to tackle any kind of job head on, with no fear of failure. Fail? Fuck it, what’s next?

This blog gets read, from time to time, by members of my extended family. Some of the younger ones may gain something useful from it. Hope the rest of you weren’t bored.

For the record, while I was growing up, my parents were honest, sober, hard working responsible people. They walked the walk. (Poaching deer doesn't count)