I’ve been absent from my Blog for the last month while I’ve been working a long string of consecutive twelve hour days. Today is day forty three with no end in sight. I’m getting plenty of rest, so do not be concerned for my health.
My partner, the fellow who worked the opposite shifts of me, jumped ship to work for a different chemical company and it was two weeks before management decided on a suitable replacement. I’ve had him now for a few weeks and training is progressing. The nature of my job involves what our industry labels “critical tasks”, so every detail and nuance must be learned and learned to the point that no mistakes are made.
New light bar added to my Jeep. Lights on order.
So in the meantime, I’ll keep working and buying upgrades for my Jeep and well, redo our master bedroom’s bathroom. Gotta keep momma happy, you know.
When I was a kid, everyone burned leaves in the fall. I
always enjoyed it so much.It was a
happy time. Man, that smell was amazing and you couldn’t go anywhere without
smelling it. Of course now I know that it is a major source of air pollution
and those of us that live inside the city limits are restricted from doing it. I
don’t think I would burn them anyway, choosing to compost instead.
The whole family would engage in raking the yard and the
reward was burning the leaves. The thick gray smoke would pour out like liquid
clouds and we would run through it. Afterward, we smelled like smoke, but we
didn’t care. I would wager that most people under the age of 30 have never even
raked leaves into a pile, let alone burn them.
Growing up in north Georgia in the late 60’s, my 3
brothers and I would camp out most of the summer and burn anything and
everything on our campfire. At the end of summer there wouldn’t be a stick,
pine cone, or needle on the ground. We smelled like mountain men a…
Back in 1974, after coming back to the USA from the unpleasant conflict in Southeast
Asia, I was stationed at Vandenberg Air Force Base in Lompoc, California.
Vandenberg has 20 miles of coastline that is basically closed to the public and
people in residence, regardless if you are in the military or not. This rule didn’t
seem to affect my fellow airmen and I from going body surfing on a lonely
stretch of beach, far from controlling authorities.
There was a submerged shelf that ran out a couple three
hundred yards from the beach that was flat and about 6 feet deep.You could swim way out there and as the ocean
waves came in, they would hit that shelf and make 5 feet high waves that white-capped
all the way in. Now mind you, this was pre-Jaws and none of us had ever heard
of a Great White shark. Year later I read where this stretch of beach was prime
habitat and a couple years ago, an airman was killed right there.
We had been in the 65 degree water for about an hour and I
was turning …
I wish I could remember who it was that said you can get a
basic education in three years, but let us take a look at Ben Franklin as an
example of that. We have a family joke that the answer to almost any Jeopardy clue
is almost always “Who was Ben Franklin?”
When I am asked who I would most likely enjoy an afternoon
with, it is always Ol’ Ben, the only President of the United States, who was never the President of
the United States.
Did you know he was the master of self-promotion and a man I admire? Even as a
young lad, if he spotted a person of higher station, he would grab a shovel or
some tool and begin to work diligently. The person would see him and remark,
“What a fine worker that young man is!”
I’ve read a couple of books on the man and it still amazes
me that he did so much with so little organized education. “From 1714-1716,
Franklin attended Boston Grammar School and George Brownell's English School
(for one year each) but he was withdrawn due to the expense of formal…