11.21.2009

Hell Freezes Over - Going Boldly Into That Good Night!


 Grass Mountain Microwave Radio Site



Ok, I've been away. I admit it, I've been smitten with FB lately and have gotten away from my writing. I need to return my focus to writing and less virtual social graces. (GOOD LUCK!).

After a recent discussion with a good friend of mine, recalling to me to the winter of 97/98 spent while working for Northwest Microwave in Yakima, Wa. I decided to use the many events of that year as fresh material to write about, to get the juices flowing and try to find my bliss.

That winter was one for the ages, starting with a dastardly storm in November that dropped 18" of snow in one November night that followed with an ice storm right on it's heels dumping 2" of freezing rain on top of it, basically imobilizing everything in it's path. Many flat roof's came down that year, along with sheared off power poles that split under the strain. I got called out to our Rattlesnake Mtn site which took me away from home for three days, chasing my ass into a powerless radio site in the middle of nowhere, on the edge of the Hanford Nuclear Res. We were buried all winter. At home, and in the mountains the horrible weather lasted well into spring when I got caught in a late May snow of cascade cement, putting a foot and a half over the top of a partially melted base of solid ice and frozen snow. The only good thing about that winter was that I lost over 30 #'s.

This particular event happened during that winter at one of Northwest Microwave's (NMI) radio sites located on Grass Mountain, just east of Enumclaw. Some of the details are a little hazy, I've tried to forget about them, but there were some rather humorous events that occurred along the way. Maybe my friend, Dave, whom I met while working @ NMI will help me to recall some of these events too, *WINK*.

Based out of Yakima, I was to meet up with our Seattle Tech; Dave MacDonald and go up to the Grass Mountain just after that first major snow/ice winter weather event of the season. Grass is off highway 410 by about 10 miles on private timber land east of Enumclaw. Most of the route is logging road maintained by the company that owns the property, but the last 1/2 mile is not. NMI provided "snowmobiles" to get in and out. Although, their idea of "snowmobile" left a lot to be desired considering their condition. These mules looked (and ran) as if they had been beaten bloody under a heavy load. If I had a gun with me, I would have done the honorable thing and....

If there is too much snow, like this season, the last couple of miles of access are not plowed and the top is only accessable via some kind of snow machine. From there, you can go via the road or there is a short cut up the hill that follows the power lines. It's a fun ride on a snowmobile and that's the route we took my first trip up the hill. Dave actually got a new snowmobile to break in that winter, but he said it was undersized/powered for what the job requires after repeatedly cursing about working for a "real company". Not only do you have to drag all your gear up the hill, usually you're pulling a sled carrying a few hundred pounds of test equipment. The machine needs some umph to haul up and across the hillsides to get to where you need to go, alive I might add.

I never really rode a snowmobile all that much so I needed a little 101 on not only how it operates, as well as how to load, haul and unload it too. I did take the it out a couple of times in Yakima to get used to it. That was rather cool, getting paid to learn how to ride a snowmobile! Dave was very supportive. While showing me the finer points of unloading I sorta paused a little to take it all in. Dave looked up at me and yelled; "Quit gawking Pickard, and help me pull your ****ing sled off the trailer"!

What a great teacher, ol Dave. Mr Patience, instilling his confidence in me.

Finally, the sled loaded and hitched to the beast of a snowmobile. We were off on a mostly gray day, not snowing, but plenty every where you looked. Dave shot out of the parking area like a rocket and I tried to do the same thing with my machine. It was akin to stepping on a sponge, as there was a lull between the throttle and actual acceleration. Up the road we went, sailing along on this gray overcast day without the heavy snows, I was able to keep Dave in my sights.

Off the road we went onto the power line shortcut. My heart pumped as the wind blew in my face. The trail was rather fun. It was easy to spot Dave and follow the path. We zipped right on up the hill to the top, just below the radio site, where the road crests over the peak and is not plowed from there. We paused there because the rest of the trip in could be sort of dicey due to a hillside we had to cross, which ended in a hard right turn that shot up steeply to the site. I remember Dave's advice; "Let me go first, give yourself some room, gas it hard, stand on the uphill side of your sled and don't stop until you get to the top. DO NOT STOP!" He emphasized before screaming off to what must be the road, although I couldn't tell through all the drifts, all I could see was a white line through the trees. By this time, we were up in the clouds too, making depth preception rather difficult.

I gassed it and followed up two short hills next to the huge power line towers and off to the left before cutting right and following Dave's tracks because I could no longer see him through the gray mist. It sort of opened up onto a long sidehill, on a gentle climb but with a steep pitch sloping away to my left. I put both feet on the up hill rail and gave it all she had. Glancing across the seat while speeding along, I could see down the hill, a long, long, ways and also saw what Dave meant. If you stop, there's no place to turn around. You go too slow and the machine sinks right into the deep snow and gets stuck forcing you to dig your way out. I could feel the heavy sled reluctantly following me as I had it at full throttle, my butt now dragging in the snow on the uphill side.

Needless to say, my heart was pumping and I knew that the hard bank turn was coming just as I hit the thickest part of the cloud bank and couldn't see much past the windshield. Around the corner I went and prayed I had enough, but I lost traction about 2/3 the way up at a turn off to another radio site just below ours and started to dig into the snow. That was it, no farther foward so I shut things down. I pulled off the heavy cases holding the test eqpt and had to drag each one the rest of the way up hill. Then I jumped on the snowmobile rode the rest of the way to the top, cutting a wide 180 around so I was facing back towards the road I came up on and broke through the clouds. Sweating, damp & panting, I looked up after shutting down the sled. My eyes feasted on the view.

We were just above the cloud layer in the sun! Brilliant blue sky over head, Mt Rainer crowding my backdrop and a fluffy gray/white layer as far as I could see at my feet in every direction. A few snowy peaks poked above like tops of bald heads. I felt like I could have walked right out onto it. One of the coolest things I'd ever seen. What a nice reward for the hard work to get there.
We were co-located at this site with the Dept of Natural Resources (DNR) who had a two way radio repeater. NMI's radio room was a small crackerbox in one corner. Dave gave me the nickel tour and I got the test eqpt. out to do the PM. By the time we finished that afternoon, darkness was coming in quickly. We loaded up and made for our trucks. Dave said that we'd take the power line road back down again and just to follow him out.

By the time we took off, it started to snow as the sun dropped under the clouds. When we made it back down to the road, fifty cent sized snowflakes were pelting me. My goggles were getting coated and as I sweated, they would get fogged up easily, even with the best anti-fog spray. You had to keep moving to keep them clear. We stopped briefly before sailing back down the road into the snowy night. I could see Dave's red light on the back of his snowmobile, that's how I kept tabs with him. I couldn't seen anything else but the flying snow out of the dark sky as it hit my lights. If I followed too closely I got the wash off of his track so I had to back off a bit. Did Dave? HELL NO!!!

I kept up with him okay until we hit the power line trail and he friggen took off like a bullet. I had a hell of a time keeping up, the sled bouncing and tipping, me nearly blind from all the flying snow. Still I could see the little red dot in front of me. Going much faster than I felt comfortable with to keep up as it kept getting smaller and smaller if I backed off. It would disappear around a corner, then I'd see it as I cleared the next corner, only to see it disappear again. Snow filled my face and goggles, torn between terror and anger I kept going and following the red dot until I couldn't see it anymore. Another corner, no red dot. Next corner, no dot but tons of snow flying.

I slowed, now more pissed than scared. "That son of a bitch!" I yelled. Now, slowly moving along, trying to see tracks through the white out. Here I am, all alone on a dark, wintery hillside that I know very little of. I could DIE! Around another corner I turned and nearly ran over Dave who just getting upright after dumping his snowmobile on it's side, along with his sled carrying the test eqpt. I stopped my machine and shut it off just past the wreck, and sang him a four letter serenade greeting. He just laughed at me, so I just sat there and caught my breath while I let him right his snowmobile and load his sled again by himself. Lucky for him I wasn't going ludicris speed or I woulda probably left treadmarks all over him.

After a bit more animated discussion, we made it back down to our trucks without any other problems. It was still snowing pretty good as we loaded the snowmobiles onto our trailers. Dave suggested stopping at a watering hole in Enumclaw, called "The Mint".

I have to say, those were the damn tacos I've ever eaten. Behind the bar is a row of micro brew taps, 25 or so if I remember correctly. The beer flowed, the food scarffed down, warming our bodies back to feeling. It was a pleasant, fuzzy walk back to my hotel room (about a block and a half from The Mint). It was snowing hard still, but my pace was slow and measured while I crossed the street just after a pickup went by. I noticed the red tail lights and felt relieved that I knew exactly where I was going even with a buzz on.

10.21.2009

DAMROD

Well, I've been neglecting my blog in favor of my new Facebook page. So I need to get back on the write track. FB is a nice break but it can eat up all your time and it can be rather mindless too. I am addicted to FarmTown, I admit that freely!

This time of year I'm also in a fantasy football league. It's Yahoo's free version. If I played for $$$ I'd be a poor man. This is just for bragging rights; of which I am in third place out of twelve teams, leading big in overall points, with my sights on the top spot.

So, I've been distracted and a tad lazy, needing a kick in the ass to get going. Please forgive my absence. With The Kinks cranked, I can create.


Recently I encountered a once in a life time event. Seriously strange, never seen ANYTHING like it as it totally interrupted my life for a few hours. It made me realize how much I count on the ease of communications that comes with today's technology. It put me on a journey I never intended to take, to places I've never been before, but had liked to visit sometime perhaps. I wish I could have enjoyed it more.

Kinda like Gilligans Isle; I left for a short trip that turned into an eternity. I was so close to home, but so far away when nature flexed her awesome might. I marvel at her ability to control and override mankind.

My journey began on Saturday, October 10th, 2009 at midnight, 12:00 AM. I left after work and made for my parents who live along Chinook Pass on the east slopes of the Cascade Mountains. "Dear Mountain" as I know it. As close to heaven and God as I've ever been taking in it's wild natural beauty. It's hard to see the hand of man there. I love it. More trees than people. More deer than most ever get to see.

The ride over the pass is very nice, even in the dark. Highway 410 winds it's way into Rainier National Park and crests at approx. 4,500 ft. Driving it at night takes patience. You can easily be the only one on the highway, in car moving vehicle that is. Night time driving requires a slower pace unless you'd like to have a 2,000# elk hood ornament. It happens quite a bit and I can tell you, it's not very pleasant. It's much easier to just slow down a bit. 50 mph is about right.

I saw the first critter on the west side, just above the Cayuse pass jct; A bull elk, with an enormous rack, appeared in my headlights on a tight hairpin turn. He darted up the bank in a split second into the darkness. Coming down the other side I saw many more elk, some cows hanging around along the side of the road. Below there came plenty of deer. Slow as you go to save a life, or lives.


Okay, so I made it to the folks around 3 am and crashed hard (only in a nice soft bed). Dad and I spent Saturday cutting/hauling wood. Talk about a great work out and it's sorta fun to play with the big boys toys. We winched logs off the hillside, sawed 'em into 16" pieces. The best part was launching them with gusto into ol Franken Dodge, Dad's green monster. The pile of shit on wheels; a 1979 Dodge Powerwagon (club cab) death trap; Duck shit green, dented, no tailgate or bumper, a drivers door that opens (and shuts) with a kick, cracks and what looks like bullet holes in the windshield. You can see earth below you when driving. Until Dad slipped in the metal plate there was no place to rest your heel when pressing the gas. It starts up in a blue cloud, disappears in one too.

DODGE = Dear Old Dad's Green Enigma or Dads Old Duckshit Green Enigma...either way, you get the point.

Every piece of wood that bounced and smacked into ol Franky improved it's already sharp looks. I've hit that thing with wood, ice (snow balls), a sledgehammer, splitting maul, logs, poles, my foot, rocks and just about anything else you can pick up and throw. Dad loves it as a utility rig. I hate it because it's a big piece of shit, but even more because I don't want something to snap and send Dad over the bank. I abuse the hell out of it when I drive it too. The sooner it dies, the better I'll feel. Like this time, I got tired of the sticking drivers door and drove it around with the door open. I could get it to shut by coming close to the bank or a tree...

Okay, enough of Franky and wood. I had been in recent contact with a long time friend of mine. We made plans to get together for a beer or something. After a day of high activity, I chose to stay in, so we decided to get together for breakfast at the Woodshed restaurant on Sunday morning around 8:30. I've known Tim since kindergarten and we've managed to keep in touch after not being so for quite some time. I love the man. He's damn funny and we share a history that very few have.

I drug my lazy butt out of bed on crisp Sunday morning, grabbed some coffee and the keys to Mom's nice new Jeep Wrangler. Now, there's a Chrysler product that's worth keeping, unlike Franky. It's a Jeep, it's green and it's a Jeep! The day greeted me with 20 degrees and a brilliant clear blue sky. Reminding me again of why I love the country there.

Just a few miles down the road the highway was closed. A big sign announced the closure, a bigger DOT truck blocked both lanes at the Upper Nile Loop Rd turn off. Somewhat puzzled I turned onto the loop road and made for the Woodshed, which is located at the lower end of the Nile Loop. I must have driven that gravel road a thousand times or more. Very familiar, although the county is in the process of widening, straightening and paving it.

As I made my way down to lower end, about a 1/2 mile from the Woodshed, I saw a group of people standing along the road in a place where it runs right along the river, where you can see the 410 highway across it. A sheriff had his lights on too. Since I've been a kid, as long as I can remember I would always look across the river there when traveling by. This time, I thought mine eyes were failing me. I could not believe it. The highway was gone, replaced by an enormous bank. Pieces of the highway were twisted and broken up along it's edge.

I pulled into the parking lot at the restaurant and saw that the WSP had the highway closed. A large low hanging brownish cloud in the distance along the ridge on the other side of the highway looked extremely out of place on this dry clear fall day. Upon closer inspection it was not a cloud of vapor. It was dust. Once inside the restaurant the watiress said that a landslide had started there the previous evening, causing some damage to a garage and forcing people from their homes.

Amazed, I sat and waited for Tim. I struck up a conversation with a couple sitting at the next table. They were just as bemused about this landslide business as I was. Tim then arrived and we had breakfast, catching up on recent events, recalling past times and being generally crude, sick and twisted with the innocence of two 10 year old boys (that's what Mom said anyways after I called him).

After filling on saugage and eggs, as well as great conversation we decided to go to my folks since Tim has never been there before. Tim was kind enough to pay for the meal while I tipped the watiress and we left. Once in the parking lot we noted many more people arriving on the scene to gawk. Tim recognized a former co-worker and were briefly chatting when I heard what sounded like a huge crash. Looking up along the ridgeline above the slide it looked as if mountain shivered like a cow shaking off  flies.

One long horizontal line began to move downward. Rocks the size of houses tumbling down before being totally obscured by dust. I've heard rockslides before. It's a sound I have a hard time describing other than crashing and smashing. Just then another State Trooper came rolling up in his patrol car and told everyone to evacuate the area now. Someone next to me said they had just closed the Nile Loop road because it was buckling and water from the river was starting to come across. I nearly crapped my pants. That's the only way back, other than by mountain road or highway 12 detour that would take a couple of hours.

We obeyed the Stater and took off for Naches, where I was going to call my Dad. I realized on the way I left my cell phone at Mom and Dads because there's no service up the pass. We stopped along the highway just below the "Y" (Hwy 12/410 Jct) and called. Dad said he was going to see if they could open the gate to the Mud Lake road so I could get around it on the ridge, but that was a no go.

I told Dad that I was going to come back via White Pass to Cayuse and said goodbye to my good friend, with more plans of getting together in the future. At 11:30 am I left Naches after topping off the tank. Just above the "Y" on Highway 12 (White Pass) I drove by the Oak Creek feeding station, where the Bethel Ridge road takes off and connects the White Pass to the Chinook pass side via a network of gravel forest service roads that are usually only passable with 4wd.

I thought about going that way because it's much much shorter in distance and because I was in a Jeep. Probably less than 10 miles, as where I was about 50 from the Cayuse Pass turn off. I knew the area, but haven't been on the road for many years and wasn't too sure of the turns I needed to make to come out on Chinook Pass. The last I told anyone was that I was going Cayuse. A moment of indecision preceeded my common sense; Nobody knows I'd be driving into the woods. It's been quite cold at night and I'm not dressed for over night if it comes to it. I could probaby make it unless something happens. Besides, I know exactly where to go to make it via Cayuse so I motored on.

If I'd only known what I faced once I got there, I would have probably attempted it and been just fine enjoying a nice sunny day four wheeling in a nice Wrangler Sahara, built just for such things. I thought about stopping to call Dad at one of the resorts at Rimrock Lake, but it would have been collect and I don't know if he'd answer a number he doesn't recognize so I kept on. Not only does the Jeep do well off road, it did great on the highway too. Man, I want one of these!

I cleared the White Pass summit, noting the new snow along the higher peaks just above the ski area signalling the soon onset of winter. On I went, down the west side to Cayuse (Hwy 123). From there I passed the Ohanepecosh campground and the Stevens Canyon entrance to the National Park where traffic was backed up behind a closed gate manned by a couple of park rangers. Cars were turning around and I was getting a little anxious. I've come a long way to go quite a ways more from here.

After about 5 minutes, and many idiots behind me attempting to pass me to get to the front of the line, where I spoke to Mr Ranger who had just let a Ford Explorer through the gate. I asked him what the issue was and he told me shortly, "123 is closed".

"I got that much, thanks. I'm trying to get home due to the rockslide on 410" I told him. Dawning comprehension filled his face and he turned to open the gate for me too. He said that the DOT was doing some road work and that they should let us pass. Again I moved on. Cayuse is only a little over 11 miles long between highways 12 and 410. He opened the gate, I thanked him and he just glared at me in silence. At about 11.5 miles I came to the road work. The crew looked surprised to see me, before telling me to go back because the road is closed.

I explained the situation, but it fell on deaf ears. "I don't know what to say" the man in coveralls said. "The whole road is tore up". It was news to him that 410 was even closed.

I said "well, I am in a Jeep, can't you let me through? I wouldn't ask but, the rockslide..."

"No"

"Look, I can't go back it's blocked. If I go westward you're adding a few hundred miles to my trip today", I lamented.

"I don't know what to tell you sir". He said, as if speaking from his ass.

Well I did know what to say, and I told him in words I will not repeat here. Feelings of helplessness, rage, and utter frustration boiled out of me. I suggested he get back to work. More people are going to need this road soon. I turned the Jeep around and flew back down to the closed gate and the friendly park ranger, who looked surprised to see me. "They not letting you in?" he asked.

"Yes, they are", I replied. "I just came back down here to tell you about it. It would be a good idea to not send anymore cars up there, unless you'd like to see if you can persuade them to open the road". Again, I got a blank look that I'd compare to a pale white ass cheek. He wasn't about to move from his post so I made tracks.

Wondering what my next move was, I thought I'd wander into Ohanapecosh and attempt a collect call to Dad hoping he could direct me over Bethel Ridge. If not, I'll be venturing down roads previously untraveled for me. What a fun experience trying to call was. I found the pay phone at the visitors center and attempted about 6 collect calls to Mom and Dad (who were not answering) My wife (who also did not answer at home, her cell does not accept collect calls). My brother, but no one picked up there either. NOBODY uses the payphones anymore!

With every attempt to call, I had to speak my name. After each failed attempt I began to shout my name in a tone of angst. People walking by gave me some interesting looks. Here I am, a telecom tech and I cannot complete a damn phone call! Nobody was at the ranger station at the camp ground so I made my way back to Hwy 12 and farther west to Packwood to sit and think about my next move.

I pulled into the first mini mart along the highway to top of  the tank and ponder my travels. Standing next to the Jeep filling it up a little pick up pulled into the next pump and a guy got out. Our eyes met and he said "hello, hows it going?" If he'd only known the full scope of those words.

"Well, do you know a way to get to 410 without using Cayuse Pass?" I asked without hesitation. The man laughed as if I were kidding him. I then explained things and he changed his tone. The only way from there is to go farther west and hit back roads, goat paths and waysides to get back to 410, if not all the way to I5!. Discouraged even more, I topped off the tank and went inside for some refreshment.

I asked the clerk if they had road maps. She wanted to know local or state. I said "Yes". She came back with a cute little community map. I explained my plight and she looked at me much like those deer I passed along the highway the night before. She then gave me the back road way to get me up to Eatonville, from there I'd have to ask for more direction. I went outside and found a payphone and was going to give it one last effort to contact anyone, but after a few calls I was getting the same results. Finally, FINALLY! my daughter answered on my last try home.

I spoke to my wife for the first time this began. Thinking back, I should have had her call Mom and Dad and gave them the pay phone # to have them call me back so I could backtrack to Bethel Ridge. My wife told me that my brother had spoken with our folks and that the power was off. I was wondering if their phones had gone too...so I made a command decision and proceeded west down roads I've never traveled. It was 1:00 by now I was getting a little more frustrated.
I left Packwood on "Skate Creek Rd". Yikes, you couldn't skate here at all. The pavement was roughed up that you couldn't do much over 30. With my angst rising, I did notice the beautiful country and the angle that I've never seen Rainier from. This went on for 26 miles to Ashford and onto highway 706, west bound to Elbe. From Elbe up to Eatonville by about 2:30 pm where I stopped at a roadside mini mart to pee and get a little direction from there, to Orting.

The clerk was kind enough to provide me with some directions; "Go up the road to the first light and turn right onto 288th" he said. "Then go to the next one and turn left, then follow the road and wind your way down into Orting. Turn left at the main intersection, that's basically 410 from there". I thanked him and hit the road again. After a few country miles and no traffic lights I came to a four way stop at 288th. Chagrined, I turned right and looked for the next "traffic light".

More country miles later, I came to a T intersection, I could only go left or right onto the "Orting/Kapowson" Highway. On a hunch I turned left and drove for many many more country miles before the road started to wind around and I finally came into some other cars. We were above a small burgh in the valley below, which must be Orting. It took ages to finally get there. Traffic got really heavy as I got closer to stop and go as we found what must have been Main St with a banner over it; "Orting Pumpkin Festival". OH BOY!!!

Finally at the light I noticed that it was not 410 and there were no signs directing to it. It was Hwy 165. Left or right, north or south. So I went right into downtown Orting. Closed side streets, booths, tents, music, carnivals amongst a ton of foot traffic and a long stop and go line of cars. At least the Seahawk game was playing on the radio and they were actually winning.
Wondering whether or not I was on the right path by the time I got to the outskirts of town I saw sign for the city of Buckley, which I know is on 410 so I kept on keeping on. Another pretty stretch of highway. I wish I had the time to enjoy it!

At about 4:00 I finally made it to 410! ONWARD!!! Enumclaw by 4:30. For a third time I top off the gas tank. Now I can sense that I'm close as I barrel down the highway. 5:30 pm I make it to the 410 side of Cayuse Pass. Still closed with line of vehicles waiting to get through. Five minutes later, I clear the summit at Chinook Pass to find the road closed and cars turning around. I nearly cried. NO WAY are they gonna stop me now!

As I made it to the front of the line & rolled down the passenger window as the guy from the DOT walked up and rested his arms on the passenger door. We both exchanged looks and he didn't appear too happy. "I'm local traffic" I said and his eyes lit up.

"Really, where?" he asked. I told him where , and he said; "GO! we're just stopping through traffic here. I didn't need to be told twice. I launched forward and I took off around the barriers, and making my way down the east side. Below Morse Creek the road straightens out with a few short hills. With no one behind or in front of me I decided to see what Moms Jeep could do on the open road. 85 seemed just about right, slowing for corners and the occasional rig going the other direction, which was few.

On I sailed, counting down the mile posts as I flew by. Passed the Bumping River turn off and met an RV and a car going the other way. Nothing going my way so I sped on. At Cliffdell, the speed limit slows to 35, and out of habit I alway slow down because there's usually a trooper or sheriff at the restaurant. Then I considered the emergency going on farther down the road again, but still I hold my speed eventhough I am five miles out.

I glanced in the rear view mirror and spotted a red car coming around the corner into Cliffdell too. It came up on me in a big hurry right up to my bumper. Must be in the same boat I thought. It stuck with me around the next curve and up the hill to Whistlin Jacks restaurant. Clearing the hill and back down where the speed limit goes back to 55. With the car right on my tail I jump on it pretty good and fly by the speed limit sight at about 70 and gaining speed. The little care dropped back and I lost it in my mirror. I'm so close now, NOTHING is going to stop me! I hit 75, then 80 before slowing for more curves and catch up to a pick up doing about 70 and follow it to where my folks driveway is. I notice the little red car again catching me as I slowed. Since the driveway is hidden I turned on my signal early to announce my intentions.

Checking my mirrors again, I expected the car behind me to back off, but instead it was stil right with me, and lo and behold, it's left turn signal was flashing too! Another downshift and I check my mirror closer. I can see the license plate now. It's personalized. It's my folks car! Turning in just past the mailboxes, onto their gravel road I pull to the side and roll down my window @ 6:00 as  my Dad came rolling up. I experienced a feeling that I haven't felt in a long damn time, like I was 16 again.

He stopped next to me and rolled down the passenger window. "Didn't you see me at the Bumping Lake turn off? he asked.

"Nope."

"I had a hell of a time keeping up with you!"

"I bet you did. Just to let you know, Mom's new Jeep does well on the highway at 80!".

Dad's nose wrinkled but he smiled. Again, I hadn't seen that for quite some time. Here I was 43, in Moms Jeep and driving like a bat out of hell in front of Dad. OH! The memories it brought back. Dad then said, "Your sister called to say the highway was closed at the Chinook Pass summit. I was going up there to see if you needed help getting in".

It also brought back the realization that I just completed a full 360 around Mt Rainier in about 6.5 hrs. "They couldn't have kept me out. I'd come too far and would have driven over/through the closed signs, or over the bank, or up on the Pacific Crest Trail. No way was I going to be denied"!

Dad was kind enough to load my pickup with wood during my journey so I could head for home that night. After another steaming bowl of Mom's home made clam chower I made for home.


DAMROD = Drive Around Mt Rainier in One Day...

What a trip! Maybe next time I will take the time to plan and enjoy it...

10.06.2009

Founding Father Roll Call

I'm sure that in most families there are great divides when it comes to religion. It has flared up recently in mine which always causes me (and my own family) great angst and grief. For some, it is the only way. For me not so much. Many are just going with the flow, believing in Jesus because others did without study or inquiry. I know I did. The more I read and learn about our history the more I feel validated in my beliefs that are not church based. Some of the words below I discovered after what I believed in my heart but had not found validation, that indeed matched my feelings. How wonderful it is to read these words of the architects of our way of life. To find that I am thinking along their lines soothes my soul.

I'm sure that many would be surprised to know how they felt about organized religion. The likes of George Washington, Thomas Paine, Thomas Jefferson, John Adams to name a few. They were no fans of Christianity. They felt that influence was poison to our democracy and I fully agree with them. These are the folks that we owe our way of life to and I will not stand idly by to have their meanings twisted into support for organized religion.

For a few of us, we are totally and completely blinded by our beliefs, putting them above everything and everyone else. I hate it when it invades my family. It causes me great anguish to the point it interrupts my sleep and ramps up my stress and anxiety so much that it takes hold of me and won't let go. My mind becomes obsessed with it, mulling it over and over in my head.

I've tried being a believer only to come back to my common senses. I do believe in a creator of some sort, but what comes next? I have no idea and would never claim to. Only when we can actually speak to someone who has already died, we remain woefully ignorant as to what comes next. I refuse to put all my faith in works written when the earth was considered flat and the sun revolved around the earth in the center of the universe. Written centuries before the age of science and reason and heavily edited by the church.

So many questions with so little info given. What we do know about Christ is all second hand knowledge, as we don't have anything written by him. Nothing. His history is recounted very briefly, of which I find interesting since we're talking about the Son of God here.

Is this Gods plan? Am I being tested?

I DON'T KNOW. What I do know is that I am not about to let the Christian Right in this country attempt to paint our founding fathers as Christians who founded a Christian nation. That's sorta hard to do in my mind, since our Constitution guarantees your right to believe as you choose. Putting one religion above others is a direct contradiction of that ideal which leads me to believe that the founding fathers were indeed correct, and the church they had to deal with at the time was full of shit, much like I see today.

What I do know is this; the very words of our founding fathers. Fathers that we do have plenty of information about and from;

George Washington (1732-1799)

"We have abundant reason to rejoice that in this Land the light of truth and reason has triumphed over the power of bigotry and superstition, and that every person may here worship God according to the dictates of his own heart. In the enlightened Age and in this Land of equal liberty it is our boast, that a man's religious tenets will not forfeit the protection of the Laws, nor deprive him of the right of attaining and holding the highest Offices that are known in the United States."

letter to the members of the New Church in Baltimore, January 27, 1793


Thomas Paine (1737-1809)

"How then is it that they [the Church] lose their native mildness, and become morose and intolerant? It proceeds from the connection which Mr. Burke recommends. By engendering the church with the state, a sort of mule-animal, capable only of destroying, and not of breeding up, is produced, called The Church established by Law. It is a stranger, even from its birth, to any parent mother, on whom it is begotten, and whom in time it kicks out and destroys. The inquisition in Spain does not proceed from the religion originally professed, but from this mule-animal, engendered between the church and the state. The burnings in Smithfield proceeded from the same heterogeneous production; and it was the regeneration of this strange animal in England afterwards, that renewed rancour and irreligion among the inhabitants, and that drove the people called Quakers and Dissenters to America. Persecution is not an original feature in any religion; but it is alway the strongly-marked feature of all law-religions, or religions established by law. Take away the law-establishment, and every religion re-assumes its original benignity."

The Rights of Man, 1792


"Whenever we read the obscene stories, the voluptuous debaucheries, the cruel and torturous executions, the unrelenting vindictiveness with which more than half the Bible is filled, it would be more consistent that we called it the word of a demon than the word of God. It is a history of wickedness, that has served to corrupt and brutalize mankind; and, for my own part, I sincerely detest it, as I detest everything that is cruel."

The Age of Reason, 1794


 
"I believe in one God, and no more; and I hope for happiness beyond this life. I believe the equality of man, and I believe that religious duties consist in doing justice, loving mercy, and endeavoring to make our fellow-creatures happy. … I do not believe in the creed professed by the Jewish church, by the Roman church, by the Greek church, by the Turkish church, by the Protestant church, nor by any church that I know of. My own mind is my own church."

The Age of Reason, 1794


 
"As to the book called the Bible, it is blasphemy to call it the Word of God. It is a book of lies and contradictions, and a history of bad times and bad men. There are but a few good characters in the whole book. The fable of Christ and his twelve apostles, which is a parody on the sun and the twelve signs of the zodiac, copied from the ancient religions of the eastern world, is the least hurtful part. Everything told of Christ has reference to the sun. His reported resurrection is at sunrise, and that on the first day of the week; that is, on the day anciently dedicated to the sun, and from thence called Sunday — in Latin Dies Solis, the day of the sun; as the next day, Monday, is Moon-day."

letter to Andrew Dean, 1806


 
"It is incumbent on every man who reverences the character of the Creator, and who wishes to lessen the catalogue of artificial miseries, and remove the cause that has sown persecutions thick among mankind, to expel all ideas of a revealed religion as a dangerous heresy, and an impious fraud. What is it that we have learned from this pretended thing called revealed religion? Nothing that is useful to man, and every thing that is disbonourable to his Maker. What is it the Bible teaches us? — rapine, cruelty, and murder. What is it the New Testament teaches us? — to believe that the Almighty committed debauchery with a woman engaged to be married, and the belief of this debauchery is called faith."

The Age of Reason, Part II, 1795


 
"All national institutions of churches, whether Jewish, Christian, or Turkish, appear to me no other than human inventions, set up to terrify and enslave mankind, and monopolize power and profit."

The Age of Reason, 1794


 
"Now, had the news of salvation by Jesus Christ been inscribed on the face of the sun and the moon, in characters that all nations would have understood, the whole earth had known it in twenty-four hours, and all nations would have believed it; whereas, though it is now almost two thousand years since, as they tell us, Christ came upon earth, not a twentieth part of the people of the earth know anything of it, and among those who do, the wiser part do not believe it."

"Examination of the Prophecies," 1807


 
Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826)

"We hold these truths to be sacred & undeniable; that all men are created equal & independant, that from that equal creation they derive rights inherent & inalienable, among which are the preservation of life, & liberty, & the pursuit of happiness;"

his "original Rough draught of the Declaration of Independence"

 
"It is not to be understood that I am with him [Jesus Christ] in all his doctrines. I am a Materialist; he takes the side of Spiritualism; he preaches the efficacy of repentence toward forgiveness of sin; I require a counterpoise of good works to redeem it. Among the sayings and discourses imputed to him by his biographers, I find many passages of fine imagination, correct morality, and of the most lovely benevolence; and others, again, of so much ignorance, of so much absurdity, so much untruth and imposture, as to pronounce it impossible that such contradictions should have proceeded from the same being. I separate, therefore, the gold from the dross, restore to him the former, and leave the latter to the stupidity of some and the roguery of others of his disciples."

letter to William Short, April 13, 1820

 
"It is error alone which needs the support of government. Truth can stand by itself. Subject opinion to coercion: whom will you make your inquisitors? Fallible men; men governed by bad passions, by private as well as public reasons. And why subject it to coercion? To produce uniformity. But is uniformity of opinion desireable? No more than of face and stature. Introduce the bed of Procrustes then, and as there is danger that the large men may beat the small, make us all of a size, by lopping the former and stretching the latter. Difference of opinion is advantageous in religion. The several sects perform the office of a Censor morum over each other. Is uniformity attainable? Millions of innocent men, women, and children, since the introduction of Christianity, have been burnt, tortured, fined, imprisoned; yet we have not advanced one inch towards uniformity. What has been the effect of coercion? To make one half the world fools and the other half hypocrites. To support roguery and error all over the earth."

"Notes on the State of Virginia," 1782


 
"Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blindfolded fear. You will naturally examine first, the religion of your own country. Read the Bible, then as you would read Livy or Tacitus. The facts which are within the ordinary course of nature, you will believe on the authority of the writer, as you do those of the same kind in Livy and Tacitus. The testimony of the writer weighs in their favor, in one scale, and their not being against the laws of nature, does not weigh against them. But those facts in the Bible which contradict the laws of nature, must be examined with more care, and under a variety of faces. Here you must recur to the pretensions of the writer to inspiration from God. Examine upon what evidence his pretensions are founded, and whether that evidence is so strong, as that its falsehood would be more improbable than a change in the laws of nature, in the case he relates. For example, in the book of Joshua, we are told, the sun stood still several hours. Were we to read that fact in Livy or Tacitus, we should class it with their showers of blood, speaking of statues, beasts, etc. But it is said, that the writer of that book was inspired. Examine, therefore, candidly, what evidence there is of his having been inspired. The pretension is entitled to your inquiry, because millions believe it. On the other hand, you are astronomer enough to know how contrary it is to the law of nature that a body revolving on its axis, as the earth does, should have stopped, should not, by that sudden stoppage, have prostrated animals, trees, buildings, and should after a certain time gave resumed its revolution, and that without a second general prostration. Is this arrest of the earth's motion, or the evidence which affirms it, most within the law of probabilities? You will next read the New Testament. It is the history of a personage called Jesus. Keep in your eye the opposite pretensions: 1, of those who say he was begotten by God, born of a virgin, suspended and reversed the laws of nature at will, and ascended bodily into heaven; and 2, of those who say he was a man of illegitimate birth, of a benevolent heart, enthusiastic mind, who set out without pretensions to divinity, ended in believing them, and was punished capitally for sedition, by being gibbeted, according to the Roman law, which punished the first commission of that offence by whipping, and the second by exile, or death in fureĆ¢.…


"Do not be frightened from this inquiry by any fear of its consequences. If it ends in a belief that there is no God, you will find incitements to virtue in the comfort and pleasantness you feel in its exercise, and the love of others which it will procure you. If you find reason to believe there is a God, a consciousness that you are acting under his eye, and that he approves you, will be a vast additional incitement; if that there be a future state, the hope of a happy existence in that increases the appetite to deserve it; if that Jesus was also a God, you will be comforted by a belief of his aid and love. In fine, I repeat, you must lay aside all prejudice on both sides, and neither believe nor reject anything, because any other persons, or description of persons, have rejected or believed it. Your own reason is the only oracle given you by heaven, and you are answerable, not for the rightness, but uprightness of the decision. I forgot to observe, when speaking of the New Testament, that you should read all the histories of Christ, as well of those whom a council of ecclesiastics have decided for us, to be Pseudo-evangelists, as those they named Evangelists. Because these Pseudo-evangelists pretended to inspiration, as much as the others, and you are to judge their pretensions by your own reason, and not by the reason of those ecclesiastics."

letter to his nephew Peter Carr, August 10, 1787


 
"[T]he successful experiment made under the prevalence of that delusion on the clause of the constitution, which, while it secured the freedom of the press, covered also the freedom of religion, had given to the clergy a very favorite hope of obtaining an establishment of a particular form of Christianity thro' the U.S.; and as every sect believes its own form the true one, every one perhaps hoped for his own, but especially the Episcopalian & Congregationalist. The returning good sense of our country threatens abortion to their hopes, & they believe that any portion of power confided to me, will be exerted in opposition to their schemes. And they believe rightly; for I have sworn upon the altar of god, eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man. But this is all they have to fear from me;"

letter to Dr. Benjamin Rush, September 23, 1800;


 
"For we know that the common law is that system of law which was introduced by the Saxons on their settlement in England, and altered from time to time by proper legislative authority from that time to the date of Magna Charta, which terminates the period of the common law, or lex non scripta, and commences that of the statute law, or Lex Scripta. This settlement took place about the middle of the fifth century. But Christianity was not introduced till the seventh century; the conversion of the first christian king of the Heptarchy having taken place about the year 598, and that of the last about 686. Here, then, was a space of two hundred years, during which the common law was in existence, and Christianity no part of it. If it ever was adopted, therefore, into the common law, it must have been between the introduction of Christianity and the date of the Magna Charta. But of the laws of this period we have a tolerable collection by Lambard and Wilkins, probably not perfect, but neither very defective; and if any one chooses to build a doctrine on any law of that period, supposed to have been lost, it is incumbent on him to prove it to have existed, and what were its contents. These were so far alterations of the common law, and became themselves a part of it. But none of these adopt Christianity as a part of the common law. If, therefore, from the settlement of the Saxons to the introduction of Christianity among them, that system of religion could not be a part of the common law, because they were not yet Christians, and if, having their laws from that period to the close of the common law, we are all able to find among them no such act of adoption, we may safely affirm (though contradicted by all the judges and writers on earth) that Christianity neither is, nor ever was a part of the common law."

letter to Dr. Thomas Cooper, February 10, 1814


 
"I am for freedom of religion and against all maneuvers to bring about a legal ascendancy of one sect over another."

letter to Elbridge Gerry, January 26, 1799


 
"Where the preamble declares, that coercion is a departure from the plan of the holy author of our religion, an amendment was proposed by inserting ‘Jesus Christ,’ so that it would read ‘A departure from the plan of Jesus Christ, the holy author of our religion;’ the insertion was rejected by the great majority, in proof that they meant to comprehend, within the mantle of its protection, the Jew and the Gentile, the Christian and Mohammedan, the Hindoo and Infidel of every denomination."

Thomas Jefferson in his Autobiography, 1821


 
"The truth is that the greatest enemies to the doctrines of Jesus are those calling themselves the expositors of them, who have perverted them for the structure of a system of fancy absolutely incomprehensible, and without any foundation in his genuine words. And the day will come when the mystical generation of Jesus, by the supreme being as his father in the womb of a Virgin Mary, will be classed with the fable of the generation of Minerva in the brain of Jupiter."

letter to John Adams, April 11, 1823


 
"In every country and every age, the priest has been hostile to liberty. He is always in alliance with the despot, abetting his abuses in return for protection to his own. It is easier to acquire wealth and power by this combination than by deserving them, and to effect this, they have perverted the purest religion ever preached to man into mystery and jargon, unintelligible to all mankind, and therefore the safer for their purposes."

letter to Horatio Spafford in 1814


 
"I, too, have made a wee-little book from the same materials, which I call the Philosophy of Jesus; it is a paradigma of his doctrines, made by cutting the texts out of the book, and arranging them on the pages of a blank book, in a certain order of time or subject. A more beautiful or precious morsel of ethics I have never seen; it is a document in proof that I am a real Christian, that is to say, a disciple of the doctrines of Jesus, very different from the Platonists, who call me infidel and themselves Christians and preachers of the gospel, while they draw all their characteristic dogmas from what its author never said nor saw. They have compounded from the heathen mysteries a system beyond the comprehension of man, of which the great reformer of the vicious ethics and deism of the Jews, were he to return on earth, would not recognize one feature."

letter to Charles Thomson, January 9, 1816


 
"History I believe furnishes no example of a priest-ridden people maintaining a free civil government. This marks the lowest grade of ignorance, of which their political as well as religious leaders will always avail themselves for their own purpose."

letter to Alexander von Humboldt, December 6, 1813


 
"For if we could believe that he [Jesus] really countenanced the follies, the falsehoods and the charlatanisms which his biographers father on him, and admit the misconstructions, interpolations and theorizations of the fathers of the early, and fanatics of the latter ages, the conclusion would be irresistible by every sound mind, that he was an impostor."

letter to William Short, August 4, 1820


 
Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)

"When a Religion is good, I conceive it will support itself; and, when it does not support itself, and God does not take care to support [it], so that its Professors are oblig'd to call for help of the Civil Power, it is a sign, I apprehend, of its being a bad one."

letter to Richard Price, October 9, 1780


"The way to see by faith is to shut the eye of reason."

"Poor Richard's Almanack" 1758


"Serving God is doing good to Man, but praying is thought an easier service, and therefore more generally chosen."

Poor Richard's Maxims, 1753

 

James Madison (1751-1836)

"And I have no doubt that every new example will succeed, as every past one has done, in shewing that religion & Govt will both exist in greater purity, the less they are mixed together."

"Memorial and Remonstrance Against Religious Assessments" June 20, 1785


"During almost fifteen centuries has the legal establishment of Christianity been on trial. what have been its fruits? More or less in all places, pride and indolence in the Clergy, ignorance and servility in the laity, in both, superstition, bigotry and persecution."

Letter to Edward Livingston, July 10, 1822


"What influence in fact have ecclesiastical establishments had on Civil Society? In some instances they have been seen to erect a spiritual tyranny on the ruins of the Civil authority; in many instances they have been seen upholding the thrones of political tyranny; in no instance have they been seen the guardians of the liberties of the people. Rulers who wished to subvert the public liberty may have found an established Clergy convenient auxiliaries. A just Government instituted to secure & perpetuate it needs them not."

"Memorial and Remonstrance Against Religious Assessments," June 20, 1785


 
John Adams (1735-1826)

"Allegiance to the Creator and Governor of the Milky Way and the Nebulae, and Benevolence to all his Creatures, is my Religion."

letter to Thomas Jefferson, December 3, 1813


"I almost shudder at the thought of alluding to the most fatal example of the abuses of grief which the history of mankind has preserved — the Cross. Consider what calamities that engine of grief has produced!"

letter to Thomas Jefferson, September 3, 1816.


"What havoc has been made of books through every century of the Christian era? Where are fifty gospels, condemned as spurious by the bull of Pope Gelasius? Where are the forty wagon-loads of Hebrew manuscripts burned in France, by order of another pope, because suspected of heresy? Remember the index expurgatorius, the inquisition, the stake, the axe, the halter and the guillotine; and, oh! horrible, the rack! This is as bad, if not worse, than a slow fire. Nor should the Lion's Mouth be forgotten. Have you considered that system of holy lies and pious frauds that has raged and triumphed for 1,500 years"

letter to John Taylor


"The priesthood have, in all ancient nations, nearly monopolized learning. And ever since the Reformation, when or where has existed a Protestant or dissenting sect who would tolerate a free inquiry? The blackest billingsgate, the most ungentlemanly insolence, the most yahooish brutality, is patiently endured, countenanced, propagated, and applauded. But touch a solemn truth in collision with a dogma of a sect, though capable of the clearest proof, and you will find you have disturbed a nest, and the hornets will swarm about your eyes and hand, and fly into your face and eyes."

a letter to John Taylor, The Life and Works of John Adams, 1851


"Had you and I been forty days with Moses on Mount Sinai and admitted to behold, the divine Shekinah, and there told that one was three and three, one: We might not have had courage to deny it, but We could not have believed it. The thunders and Lightenings and Earthqu[ak]es and the transcendant Splendors and Glories, might have overwhelmed Us with terror and Amazement: but We could not have believed the doctrine, We should be more likely to say in our hearts, whatever We might say with our Lips, This is Chance. There is no God! No Truth. This is all delusion, fiction and a lie: or it is all Chance. But what is Chance? It is motion; it is Action; it is Event; it is Phenomenon, without Cause. Chance is no cause at all. It is nothing. And Nothing has produced all this Pomp and Splendor; and Nothing may produce Our eternal damnation in the flames of Hell fire and Brimstone for what we know, as well as this tremendous Exhibition of Terror and Falshood.

"God has infinite Wisdom, goodness and power. He created the Universe. His duration is eternal, a parte Ante, and a parte post. His presence is as extensive as Space. What is Space? an infinite, sphericle Vaccuum. He created this Speck of Dirt and the human Species for his glory: and with the deliberate design of making, nine tenths of our Species miserable forever for his glory. This doctrine of Christian Theologians in general: ten to one.

"Now, my friend, can Prophecies, or miracles convince You, or Me, that infinite Benevolence, Wisdom and Power, created and preserves, for a time, innumerable millions to make them misserable, forever; for his own Glory? Wretch! What is the Glory? Is he ambitious? does he want promotion? Is he vain? tickled with Adulation? Exulting and tryumphing in his Power and Sweetness of his Vengeance? Pardon me, my Maker, for these Aweful Questions. My answer to them is always ready: I believe no such Things.

letter to Thomas Jefferson, Sept. 14, 1813


"The question before the human race is, whether the God of nature shall govern the world by his own laws, or whether priests and kings shall rule it by fictitious miracles?"

John Adams, letter to Thomas Jefferson, June 20, 1815


Ethan Allen (1738-1789)

"In the circle of my acquaintance (which has not been small), I have generally been denominated a Deist, the reality of which I never disputed, being conscious I am no Christian, except mere infant baptism make me one; and as to being a Deist, I know not, strictly speaking, whether I am one or not, for I have never read their writings; mine will therefore determine the matter; for I have not in the least disguised my sentiments, but have written freely without any conscious knowledge of prejudice for, or against any man, sectary or party whatever; but wish that good sense, truth and virtue may be promoted and flourish in the world, to the detection of delusion, superstition, and false religion; and therefore my errors in the succeeding treatise, which may be rationally pointed out, will be readily rescinded."

Reason the Only Oracle of Man

9.23.2009

Chronicles 311 - Riding Down Memory Lane

I guess I have another little story to relate before riding off into the dawn when my new schedule takes effect next week, so the story continues from the original.

Being naturally curious about history I must not forget my roots, where I came from (or went to riding the 311). For some reason I haven't related this story before, not sure if I forgot or thought I already had covered it. Looking back, I apparently never written about the time I was nearly crushed by an over over burdened, rather large woman.

These were the days when the economy still had jobs and the commute was a severely packed cattle truck, stopping and going with the rest of western Washington. I was riding later because I worked 8-4:30 in those days, not the 7-3:30 when I started riding it again.

Riding earlier has it's advantages;
  1. Traffic is much lighter
  2. Commute is much faster
  3. Less commuters on the bus
  4. Less "new and interesting people" to meet
Riding later has it's disadvantages;
  1. It sucks

Here's one of the reasons why;


This journey began as a trip to work, during the winter. I do not recall which day or month (mostly because during the winter they all look the same: gray, dark, wet, blustery) but it was the typical chilly wetness that permeates the sodden sponge that is western Washington in winter.

At this time, I was walking down to the corner to catch the bus, even though the park and ride is only a 5 minute drive away, but that meant I'd have to deal with the line Nazi as well as a million or so more commuters to compete with. The walk was actually refreshing, that is until I climbed aboard 311. Okay, enough of the scene setting, on with the story...

It began as the bus was loading from the park and ride and I was sitting all the way in the back corner against the window. All riders had appeared to have loaded, and I was lucky enough to find the seat next to me still vacant. Even the tiniest amount of space is huge and can make a big difference in your commute if you're not plastered to the window or in constant close contact with your fellow rider. It's the little things that you cling to. I did notice that the bus was not moving, even though everyone appeared to make it aboard.

Then I saw her, the white elephant in the room (literally, she was wearing white and nearly the size of one) laden down with a shopping bag, purse, laptop bag, newspaper tucked under one arm holding a Starbucks latte clearing a path down the aisle. My moment of tiny euphoria, my little teeny bubble was stomped and flattened with each step she took in my direction.

Five normal sized people can fit on the rear bench seat. Four is bearable, three or less is optimum. I was one of four, soon to be five, six, seven, eight, nine and apparently ten because she spotted the opening next to me and was slowly moving towards it like a cargo ship looking to dock on the pier. Finally she made it to the back and turned to sit, sort of juggling every thing in her hands and arms and paused. The bus started with a jerk and she collapsed backwards into the seat, landing hard on me, her purse landing in my lap, elbowing me  right in the chest. She then shifted a little bit and retrieved the purse, glaring at me in silence before putting her 47 bags and other shit on the floor in front of her, and stuffing the other 39 on the "shelf" behind the seat (which has a sign that says "Do not place anything in this area while the bus is in motion").

That woke me up and also pissed me off as I took one of my ear plugs out. Not a word about her entrance, or apology. Her girth forced quite a bit of body on body contact, pushing me sideways against the window. I let out a great big sigh and she looked at me and said "I need more room!" in a rather angry voice, fierce eyebrows ready to flip the bus over.

Many thoughts raced through my mind as I looked at her in utter disbelief. "What the hell is she thinking?" topped the list. Amazingly unaware of her own ability to be a royal pain in the ass, she's boldly flaunting it. I look her right in the eye and ask; "You want more room?" with gritted teeth.

"Yes!" she bellowed. I thought one of her eyeballs popped.

"Go on a diet!" I offered.

"Oh!" she gasped while I stuffed my ear plug back in and turned up my mp3 player. Two people sitting right in front of me started laughing, the guy sitting on the other side of her gave a smirk of agreement, others just looking at some commotion. She looked at me, with her lips moving as the music played. I too smirked before looking away, out the window and tried to ignore her bulk on mine. The tunes cranked and her jawbone flew up and down, but I couldn't hear anything she was saying, nor did I want to, even if she did finally offer an apology. I certainly don't treat people like that, besides that leaves a terrible first impression. I still see this lady on the bus from time to time and I have never forgotten her rudeness.

We stopped at the next park and ride to let more people cram their way on, the aisle filled with standing people for the rest of the ride into Seattle. Nothing more was said as she read her paper and drank her coffee. It was quite a show as she managed to hold the cup and turn pages all at the same time, which made it hard to ignore, but I managed as I held my body position in this rolling human jigsaw.

Finally the bus made it to downtown and I dislodged my bag from between my legs, making obvious motions that I'm getting off on the next stop, yet apparently not noticed by Ms Delightful Bulkiness. Others got up a little before the next stop so I made my move. Startled to noticing, she quickly stood up to get out of the way. "FINALLY!" I thought, but alas, she managed to mess that up too by tipping her nearly empty latte cup on on the guy sitting on the other side of her, dribbling espresso onto his clothes.

"Lady!!" he yelled, throwing the cup aside. A large bru ha ha ensued in my wake as I managed to tip toe around the fracas, and won't repeat the language filling the back of the bus upon my exit.

I stepped onto the curb and greeted a typical gray Seattle winter day, dreary, chilly, wet, blustery with a lot of gray. The sun totally diffused by low dark clouds and a heavy dampness in the air.

I was never so happy to see it.

9.21.2009

Riding off into the Dawn; 311 Chronicles on hiatus

Due to schedule changes at work beyond my control, it is with a happy heart that I refrain from riding the bus to work (for at least the next quarter) so I won't be able to enjoy the company of my fellow travelers, instead I will be driving because there's no dependable bus service at the times I will be coming and going...Tues/Wed Mid-10am Thurs/Fri 2pm-Mid.

Instead of fellow travelers, I will be seeing my fellow human being as I come to and from my building. If you didn't know, I work for a major telecommunications company *cough* Qwest *cough* who wants you to buy their products to work from anywhere, except if you happen to work for them, then you have to commute downtown to do a job that could be done anywhere. If my company just USED the products they promote.

*SIGH*

My fellow human beings though, are a concern. Not only do I worry about my safety as I walk to and from my building at all hours of day and night, I worry about theirs; sleeping in doorways or bustops. Milling about, digging in garbage cans, pan handling for spare change or scraps of food outside one of many restaurants downtown. Some new faces, some same old sad and desperate ones. I am both repulsed and humbled. It's not up to me to judge how they got there. How thankful I am to have the security of a home to return to. Call me a bleeding heart, but until I take a walk in someone elses shoes, or if they don't have any; down their path, it is not for me to say and my initial response is compassion. I just try to follow that old "golden rule" ethic and live a life of good karma, doing likewise as Jesus taught. If I die in the attempt then I suffer for them no more, for I do believe that I should love my neighbor as I do myself. I know I can be extremely forgiving when it comes to myself, how about others?

Can you?

I have to tell you though, the pain must be intense to try and medicate it in ways that I've witnessed. I can't just handover money because I know many cannot be trusted with such things and I won't facilitate harmful behavior. I can however offer my lunch, or go to a sandwich shop. Stop for a short chat about things, acknowledging one's existence, filling both heart and stomach. I may not be a rich man but I do have enough to "spread around". I don't think I could live the life of the rich and famous knowing that people are barely living on the streets and have no place for refuge.

I will never forget the older man I came across while walking to my building. He was scrounging through some empty fast food bags/wrappers that were left in a sidewalk planter, before he looked up at me as I approached. He first asked me how to get to Capitol Hill, to a food bank. Then he asked me if I had anything to eat because he was very hungry. I bought him a big sub sandwhich of his choosing. I don't say this because I want any kind of accolades for extending a very little bit of myself. I'd like to hand them (accolades) out to those who for some reason, survive to live another day in hell. I'm just doing what I am supposed to do when you see someone in trouble. I would hope for the same if I ever end up in dire straits.



It takes so little to do something about it but is a little overwhelming to be a witness too, hence the thankfulness of having a home and someone who loves me. Life at times has been very overwhelming for me and I shudder at the thought facing it without a home to go to, someone to confide my troubles to and not be treated as a 2nd class citizen.

Great organization that feeds the homeless
Safety, security, love. When it's in abundance for some, it's so easy to overlook.



For others, it's hard to overlook when it's in short supply.

9.19.2009

An Ode To Ref 71

(and conservatives in general)....





Hammer To Fall
Brian May

Here we stand or here we fall
History won't care at all
Make the bed light the light
Lady Mercy won't be home tonight

You don't waste no time at all
Don't hear the bell but you answer the call
It comes to you as to us all
We're just waiting for the hammer to fall

Oh, ev'ry night and every day
A little piece of me is falling away
But lift your face the Western Way
Build your muscles as your body decays

Toe your line and play their game
Let the anaesthetic cover it all
Till one day they call your name
You know it's time for the hammer to fall

Rich or poor or famous
For your truth it's all the same
Lock your door the rain is pouring
Through your window pane
Baby now your struggle's all in vain

For we grew up tall and proud
In the shadow of the mushroom cloud
Convinced our voices can't be heard
We just wanna scream it louder and louder and louder

What the hell we fighting for ?
Just surrender and it won't hurt at all
You just got time to say your prayers
While you're waiting for the hammer to fall

9.17.2009

Where Has The Civility Gone?




Civility, where has it gone? There was a time we could agree to disagree and that your political opponent was just that and not your enemy. I've noticed a big change over the last decade and have decided to put some mental notes down in my blog.

I have been witness to some horrible actions by my fellow citizens. When someone depicts a black man as Hitler, something has gone seriously wrong. To misapply history is such a way is not only a discredit to those who actually did suffer at the hands of that beast, it shows a total and complete lack of historical knowledge. What's worse, when presented with facts to the contrary, one will still cling to their beliefs and try to align them into reality dooming all of us to repeat history.

Well folks, I've seen enough and I'm extremely embarrassed by the actions of some in this country. I have no problem with free speech until it is abused for political advantage, which is what they do. Now many are very pissed off at my President. That would be ok, if you had a case, but he really hasn't done anything yet and quite frankly, I'm pissed off because I believe these folks are the cause of their own problems, as well as mine. Put the blame where it belongs or STFU is my opinion.

All this talk of government take over are from the same folks who think that a president wiretapping all US communication in the name of international terrorists is okay, and un-American if you disagree. Again, I can think of two words for people who think like this, any guesses as to what they may be?

So, I started to take a mental inventory but had to start writing it down because it's hard to keep track of everything. Here's my POV of the last decade as to the decline of civility in public discussions. These are off the top of my head, I am open to suggestions and revisions.

Let's start with Joe Wilson and work our way backwards;

  • Joe Wilson breaks House rules by calling the President a liar while he is speaking during his address to congress regarding health care reform. I do that to my boss and my ass is fired. All Joe had to do was apologize, but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO he sorta did but he's not really sorry. Numerous bipartisan fact checkers point out that there will not be any coverage for illegal aliens.
  • Earlier in the week, Obama issues a speech to the nations school children. Conservatives everywhere throw a hissy fit that he's trying to poison minds without reading it for themselves.
  • Glenn Beck calls Obama racist and that he hates white people (forgetting the fact that his mother is white, as well as half of his family).
  • Obama wants to kill your grandparents, replace them with illegal aliens and cover them under his health care plans of reform government takeover and forced socialism.
  • Heart disease is the #1 killer of Americans.
  • Bat crazy raving in public is patriotic.
  • People turn the open discussion of health care reform into shouting matches with ridiculous comparisons to Hitler and the Nazis.
  • Obama creates town hall meetings so we can discuss our options on health care reform.
  • Republicans (and Fox News loyalists) call it a failure because it ran out of money so quickly.
  • Cash for clunkers spurs auto sales, takes gas guzzlers off the road and is extremely popular with the American people.
  • Now the President is blamed for the whole economic mess and Republicans everywhere suffer from collective amnesia when we wonder who screwed up in the first place.
  • Our economy is on the verge of economic melt down, Obama continues the bailout started by the Bush administration.
  • Tea Baggers take to the streets to protest, not realizing what the term "Tea Baggers" really means.
  • Republicans and the WH actually agree on a stimulus plan, then all as one, they vote against it when the time comes to be counted.
  • Sarah Palin quits as governor of Alaska, but it's a good thing.
  • Sotomayor is nominated for the Supreme Court. A racist Hispanic who's later confirmed.
  • Obama wins the Presidential election by garnering more than 8 million votes over McCain in the popular vote. Dems gain more control over Congress and for his efforts, Obama inherits well over two trillion dollars of debt.
Let's go back to the campaign.
  • Bush begins bailing out Wall Street.
  • Lehman Bros fails, AIG follows.
  • Jobs are dropping like flies, American auto companies too.
  • Obama is a radical Muslim, yet he has to explain his relationship with a Christian Pastor.
  • The US spends nearly 2.4 trillion dollars on health care in 2008 (17% of it's GDP). More and more Americans are foregoing health care coverage due to rising costs.
  • We find out that Sarah Palins daughter is an unwed pregnant teen. Conservatives flock to her defense like a pit bull. How brave she is to be shattering such glass ceilings.
  • Obama isn't American and was born in Kenya, or Indonesia or Hawaii, one of those foreign countries. His mother isn't white or American either (her uncles didn't fight in WWII too). Lucky for McCain he was on a military base in Panama when he was born and yes, his parents were US citizens in case you are worried about his legal status. Unlucky for Obama because he was born on US soil, has a valid birth certificate, hospital records confirm it. It actually appeared in the paper (American of course) under "births". For some, that's just not enough.
  • Obama is going to take away your guns because he's an Islamofascissts terrorisstss.
  • I lost my raise due to increased health care costs.
  • Obama doesn't have enough experience, since he's only a "community organizer". If only Illinois was geographically close to Canada or some other foreign land. Caribou Barbi however, is up to the job! *wink*
  • McCain is nominated and selects Sarah Palin as his "running mate". Conservatives promptly flock to this breath of fresh air, as a baby is to shiny, jangly keys and fall into a zombie like state. Only to accuse Obama as the Messiah to his followers.
  • Obama consorts with known terrorists. While it's Rumsfeld pictured shaking Saddam's hand in the early 80's.
  • Insurance companies can reject your coverage if you have a prior condition, like hemorrhoids.
  • Larry Craig (R Idaho) is busted in an airport restroom for soliciting gay sex doing his Fred Astaire impersonation.
  • Obama is a distraction for the Clinton campaign and Democrats in general. Hillary beats him up so badly that either one is going to lose to the Republican challenger.
  • Obama wins in Iowa.
  • Obama announces presidential bid.
Going back even farther;
  • Economy weakens, starts shedding jobs. Americans are working more and getting paid less over the last decade. Health care eats up wages.
  • We're finding more kids are left behind when it comes to education.
  • Bush attempts Social Security reform by privatizing it. The plan goes over well, just like a lead balloon. The AARP gets Swiftboated because of it.
  • Mark Foley (R Florida) likes young boys. Apparently the Republican leadership knew about it for over a year prior before doing something about it.
  • Rush Limbaugh is detained in with a sack full of Viagra after a recent visit to the Dominican Republic, well known for their child sex trade, and he was traveling with four men. As it turns out, those pills weren't his, but the Oxycontin that he was Dr shopping for were.
  • Many Americans are choosing between their house or their health.
  • What's up with Iran?
  • Insurance companies put caps on total health care reimbursement. Patriotism running high.
  • The Taliban are making a big comeback in Afghanistan, opium poppies are the chief export crop and largest money maker for this country of rubble and bomb craters (and pipelines).
  • Dick Cheney shoots hunting partner, nothing is reported to authorities until the next day. His victim apologizes for being shot.
  • As it turns out, the wiretapping plans were far more extensive than previously stated. Crickets are heard chirping at the RNC and WH, congress says "huh?".
  • Hurricane Katrina devastates New Orleans. Bush plays guitar in California before flying over the scene days after. Plenty of people with functioning brains are left to fend for themselves.
  • People on fixed incomes (mostly the elderly) have to choose between their Rx or their lunch.
  • Obama speaks on the troubled banking industry, namely the housing market, but is largely ignored by the Majority party (republicans).
  • Glenn Beck says “I didn't think I could hate victims faster than the 9/11 victims”.
  • Bush declares "Ownership Society"
  • Terry Shaivo finally dies, officially as her heart stops beating. The autopsy shows her brain is mostly a gel like liquid, coincidentally much like the ones who tried to err on the side of her life.
  • Osama Bin Laden is still not accounted for, Bush doesn't really think about him that much, although I'm sure he's on the minds of the 911 families.
  • Congress acts on the behalf of brain dead Terry Schaivo, Bush "errs on the side of life" as America watches the federal gov intervene into personal lives.
  • Democracy is on the march in the middle east!
  • Again, there's no insurgency in Iraq.
  • We're staying the course in Iraq (and making progress - millions of Iraqi's are ready to stand up).
  • America is the only industrialized country on the planet where it's citizens declare bankruptcy over medical bills.
  • Anybody know today's terror alert status?
  • Still no WMD's but lots of IED's.
  • Republican Senator Sensenbrenner (MN) takes his gavel and goes home when the Democrats want to discuss/review the Patriot act.
  • Gas spikes at over $4 per gallon.
  • North Korea reconstitutes nuclear weapons program. We can't meet with them directly because that would be validating their actions.
  • Keith Olbermann goes apoplectic.
  • Bill O'Reilly again says the same statement that Americans killed Germans at Malmady when interviewing Gen Wesley Clark.
  • We find out that the US goes to war the equipment we got, not what we want, who cares that we did the invading?
  • Obama elected as the Jr Senator from Illinois after serving in the state legislature since 1997. Gives the keynote address to the Democratic 2004 convention.
  • There's no such thing as an insurgency in Iraq.
  • Bill O'Reilly says his words were taken out of context and was misunderstood.
  • Keith Olbermann points out that it was Americans massacred at Malmady, By Nazi's.
  • Bill O'Reilly accuses American troops in WWII at Malmady of executing Germans to justify the civilians killed in Iraq.
  • Iraqi's are more likely to die a violent death unlike BEFORE the invasion, when they were likely to die due of natural causes, such as disease, accidents, old age etc...
  • Innocent civilians are killed by US troops in Iraq.
  • Wiretapping plans discovered, but we're assured that it's only international calls. Nothing to worry about here. FISA is does not apply anymore since the rules have changed, even though the FISA court still exists.
  • Nobody else seems to know exactly how many Iraqi civilians have been killed.
  • Mayo clinic study suggests that over 100,000 Iraqi civilians have been killed since March of 2003.
  • More working Americans are skipping preventative health care because they don't have coverage, or can't afford to buy it separately.
  • Bush says "Bring it on". OBL still unaccounted for.
  • Bush is re-elected on a platform of Smear, Fear and Queer bashing and proceeds to spend his "political capital". Many states put gay marriage initiatives on the presidential ballot. He supports Constitutional Amendment banning gay marriage. Iraq war still going on, when they stand up, we will stand down because there's been a lot of progress going on here, regardless of Rumsfelds predictions.
  • Terror alerts are raised and changed often.
  • Saddam is captured in a spider hole, while his sons had already been caught and killed - in possession of billions of US dollars loaded in semi trucks. The Iraq war has become an occupation.
  • Colin Powell resigns
  • "Major combat operations have ended in Iraq" - GW Bush, 5/03.
  • No WMD's found. Lots of oil though and a few weapons cache's that are left behind and unguarded, only to be descovered empty later.
  • We're making progress in Iraq and staying the course.
  • Abu Ghraib is discovered. The troops pay the price, the administration pays nothing.
  • Valerie Plame CIA status is outed.
  • The REAL Joe Wilson writes an op ed about WMD's. The WH goes into action.
  • Our VP advocates for torture, says that his office is not a part of the executive branch when asked to turn over documents required for the National Archive.
  • America spends more per capita on health care for it's citizens than Canada, & Canada covers all of it's citizens. In the US, millions are uninsured with little options for reasonable coverage/care.
  • Patriot Act passes, as do most rights of Americans, few seem to notice or care as long as we are "safe".
  • Rush Limbaugh is busted Dr shopping for Oxycontin but refuses to follow his own advice when it comes to drug abusers and stays on the air.
  • George Bush and the Republican congress cut taxes to fill the government coffers so we can pay for the Iraq war (a first in American history during war time, China will be financing the efforts).
  • Shock and Awe begins. Trillions of dollars to follow. Rumsfeld doubts it will last longer than six months.
  • Democrats either cave in or go against the extreme feeling of patriotism in America.
  • Who the hell is Ahmed Chalabi?
  • Some dude named "Curveball" is an ideal informant.
  • Flag lapel pins become all the rage.
  • Our President lies to America in his State of the Union speech regarding yellow cake uranium from Niger. He's not impeached because he wasn't having an affair with his wife. Sorry Condi!
  • Asking questions about invading Iraq makes one un-American.
  • Colin Powell delivers the worlds worst best dog and pony show to the UN.
  • Gas reaches $3 per gallon.
  • Paul Wolfowitz testifies to congress that the Iraq war will cost less that $2 billion and that it will be repaid in Iraqi oil revenues. Suggestions of $100 billion war estimates are quickly shot down by the White House.
  • Dick Cheney meets with heads of energy companies to discuss something about setting policies. We're not sure who was there, or what was said. Nothing to see here, move along please.
  • George Bush creates the new agency; Homeland Security, vastly expanding the federal government to record levels. It comes with a really cool terror alert system.
  • 911 happens, so we need to invade Iraq for WMD's and order the inspectors out (who have yet to find any). Now all the rules change at any time because we are under attack from Islamofascists. Remember, nearly 3,000 people were killed that horrible day, but we don't want to investigate what happened
  • George Bush reads "The Pet Goat", proving that he can actually read.
  • Rush Limbaugh eats Oxycontin as if it were Pez candy and looks startlingly thin, but he's deaf as hell.
  • During a briefing on National Security in August 2001, the White House West (Crawford Tx) gets a memo saying something about terror attacks on the US, using commercial jets are imminent. Good thing 911 hasn't happened or we'd be real scared. On another note, the Bush Administration starts using toilet paper, from 100% recycled paper.
  • George Bush is on vacation, again.
  • Bush and Cheney are "elected" by the US Supreme Court to finally bring dignity and respect back to the White House. They're given an actual budget surplus to pay down the national debt. So, they cut taxes - the same ones that were in place during the economic boom that was the 90's.



At least I gave George Bush the chance to earn my ire. My President isn't even in office a year and beginning to clean up a toxic mess left behind by the last administration and we've got assholes like Joe Wilson interrupting his efforts. I point at people like Joe who ARE the problem but refuse to admit to it, because they are blind to it. If he wants to call the President a liar, he's a little late. The one that did repeatedly without any interruptions by Joe, has moved on.

At least let President Obama earn your wrath and contempt before turning into a pack of rabid, foaming at the mouth dogs. It is embarrassing as an American to witness.

9.15.2009

Chronicles 311: Better Late Than Never?



Just when I start thinking that riding the bus really isn't all that bad & noting that nothing really has happened recently to make me sit down and write about another wonderful adventure aboard King County Metro, I get a reminder of how things really are.

Perhaps we've been getting a little spoiled riding the bus during the summer. It's usually early and about half full. Once school starts as fall rolls in, it's usually late and jammed like a cattle truck on the way to the rendering plant. In my minds eye I picture a truck/trailer, with those little holes down the side leaking a greenish sort of substance.

Today, the bus was about 10 minutes late, which usually means the amount of people/cattle/zombies catching the bus doubles or triples. Not only that, but the natives get very restless waiting around, turning their heads at anything that sounds like a bus. Lots of busses came and went but none were 311, which was supposed to arrive before them.

Another bus, not 311 rolls up to pick up it's cargo. As it's rolling to a stop, I finally see 311 rolling in behind it. It stops and opens it's doors. I was third from the front of the line and had been waiting for nearly a half hour. Now the back of the line gets to load first, which is really no big deal, until I notice that the bus is not the usual articulated type, but a short bus! We filled it at the P-R, with one more park and ride stop to make before Seattle.

Being one of the last people on the bus, I found a seat next to an older woman who was reading Sartes, of all things. Talk about out of place! But hey, sometimes you do see odd things while riding the bus. I plopped down and put my bag on my lap, then grabbed my iPod to drown out the usual clatter that is the bus and it's riders. We pulled into the second P&R and crammed the bus full to SRO before leaving.

Like I pointed out in an earlier dispatch of the 311 Chronicles, somebody was nice enough to bring some hot, warm and cheesy air biscuits with them to anonymously share with all as we left the last park and ride. Either that or someone had a big plate of cabbage last night. My iPod only masks sounds and is useless when it comes to funky odors. UGH! If could have stood up I would have opened a window, but I was too light headed and crammed into my seat to make a move.

It reeked all the way to downtown

I always thought the only difference between a cattle car and a metro bus was the smell.

Not any more!