Yesterday was a business trip to Rawlins, WY. After the job
was done, Banner and I stopped at the small but immaculately maintained
Sinclair Park to enjoy a “picnic” lunch. Sinclair is a few miles east of
Circa 1950-1960 an uncle was the night auditor/manager of
the company hotel. The family had an entire floor in one wing for housing. Sinclair
has a population of around 400 and is 100% a company town.
Two side notes that may be of interest. My uncle was a 32nd
Degree Mason. I know little of the Masons but understand that is rare. The
second was my aunt was killed along I-80 between Rawlins and Sinclair. One day
during a terrible blizzard/ice storm she stopped to help a stranded motorist
and was struck by another vehicle.
I rented one yesterday. When I was selling cars, I had a
high opinion of Nissan vehicles. Not so with this “rental rocket”. Noisy, with
seats that left me stiff and sore after 450 miles.
Saw one lonely pronghorn.
Coming back, diverted at the North Platte River and traveled
US 30 to Laramie. Only 20 miles longer than I-80, with no RVs, 18 wheelers, and
no damned tourists. Two lanes, 70 mph speed limit, and little traffic. Along
the way, one ranch had their hay put up loose in stacks. You seldom see that
today. Sorry, no pictures. None of the stacking equipment was in sight.
Two main ways of stacking hay were/are used in our area. One
is the so called “Mormon” stacker, i.e. derrick manner.
The second is the “beaverslide” method. At age four my
parents were working on a ranch near Dillion, CO that used this method. A hitched team was used to pull the hay rick
to the top of the slide and drop the hay down into the stack corral. My job was
to lead the team back and forth. Undoubtedly, the team didn’t need to be led,
voice commands would do, but it kept me out of the way and made me feel
With just a one hour bladder, I’m familiar with rest stops.
Having Banner along means walking him a bit which leads to reading various
markers I usually ignore.
The Chinese flu uproar has halted most elective surgery.
Maybe soon I can schedule a “rotor rooter” of the prostrate and ease the
problem. Yeah, I know, TMI.
Chinese Flu Impact – Personal
The entry area of our apartment complex now looks less
inviting than a hospital waiting room. My immediate anti-authority conspiracy
seeking personality decided it is the manager succumbing to his desire to be “important”.
The manager is 2nd/3rd generation Hispanic (Mexican).
Yeah, racist implications.
One of my neighbors is a 2nd generation LA
Hispanic (Mexican) who, through dint and hard work, has “made it”. A retired
High School Principal, he is an ardent Democrat. Has a Biden poster in his
We have discussions, from time to time, and are able to
disagree without being disagreeable. I appreciate that, and find myself
re-examining my positions and outlooks after listening to him. I seldom change
them but am forced into critical thinking.
He pointed out the building manager is in a difficult spot.
Should we have a COVID-19 outbreak among our vulnerable senior population, he
will be blamed for not taking strong preventive measures.
My neighbor is never seen without a face mask. I don’t fault
him; one of his son’s came down with COVID-19 and was gravely ill. While
recovered for now, his son still has serious health problems as a result of his
To finish, here is something I swiped off Rev. Paul’s blog.