Friday, July 1, 2022



Trigger warning! This post speaks bluntly about my grandchildren getting hurt in an accident. It is not happy and uplifting. If you have horrible memories about a car/atv/what ever accident, you may wish to skip this one.

You know, I had pretty much given up on my blog. I sort of figured that it had become repetitive and so I might as well call it a day, and yet here I am again. I’m fairly deep into the depression right now and have been for about a year or so. There seems to be a lot of that going around as I keep seeing facebook posts by others saying much the same thing. It’s almost as if depression is more contagious than COVID is. 

As you might imagine, a great deal has happened since I last checked in here. Probably the most significant was when my youngest son was hurt and I almost lost both of my granddaughters during last Thanksgiving. We all gathered at my sister in laws out in the countryside of Central Texas, along with much of her husbands family. My daughter in law wasn’t going to come as she does not always feel welcome by my sister in law but I pushed and pushed and finally talked her into it. With her husband (my oldest son) off on a US Navy destroyer in Asia, I didn’t want her to feel isolated and wanted to be sure that she felt like she wasn’t alone. It turns out that I should have left it alone, but I had no way to know that at the time. 

We all enjoyed the typical Thanksgiving dinner and then most of us found comfortable places to relax while we let the food settle in our stomachs. Me? I found a nice comfy sofa out on the porch and was sound asleep in no time at all. The next thing I know, my wife’s phone rings and shortly thereafter she yells “The kids are hurt out on the road!” Everyone ran for cars, and some just skipped the car and sprinted for the road. Still half asleep, I headed for my car and followed the crowd. The first thing I came across was my daughter in laws SUV parked on the side of the road. Right when she needed it the most, it had up and died on her, so I stopped and let her pile into the car and we headed up the road.

I really don’t like thinking about that night. Half a year later and I still tear up thinking of it. 



A few hundred yards up the road we find an ATV cart flipped over and both of my granddaughters are laying in the middle of the road soaked with blood. My smallest granddaughter doesn’t look too bad to the eye but she keeps going in and out of consciousness and when she is conscious she just keeps screaming. My older granddaughter looked like something straight out of a horror movie . . .  I was going to describe this but don’t think that anyone else needs this picture in their heads. Her head wound makes her look like she has no business still being alive and yet she was calmly telling everyone that she was all right. She’s laying on the road with half of half of her face peeled back, in a huge puddle of her own blood telling everyone that she is fine. . .  I spent a few minutes trying to comfort them when I noticed something that shocked me even worse – there is a third little body laying on the ground, this one just off of the pavement and it’s my own little boy. I hadn’t even known that he had left the house and here he was laying hurt on the side of the road. My granddaughters had much more serious wounds and had the bulk of the adults gathered around them, so I went and comforted my son, laying next to him on the ground and trying to keep him warm. At last an ambulance arrives and the paramedics head for the girls. I explained to my son that they were hurt much worse than he was and so the medics needed to see to them first, and then they would take care of him. He was so brave and I was so proud of him! Unlike the girls, his wounds were not life threatening, but they were serious, and yet he bravely and patiently waited for the paramedics.  Soon, two helicopters arrive and they loaded one granddaughter into each. My son they put into the ambulance to be sent to a entirely different hospital.


There were a few pictures that seriously stuck in my head and wont go away. One is the large puddles of blood on the pavement – one where each girl had lain shivering and bleeding. The other picture that sticks in my head was my daughter in law standing in the middle of the road as the sun went down, trying to figure out which one of the helicopters she was supposed to get into and which one of her precious children was going to have to go without her. The look of absolute misery on her face haunts me even now as I type this.  I gave my daughter in law my word that I’d be at the trauma unit with her other daughter just as fast as I could drive there and she boarded one of the choppers. My wife went in the ambulance with my son headed an hour east, my daughter in law and her girls got into helicopters going a two hour drive west, and I got into the car with my daughter and headed to the trauma unit in San Antonio.

Relatively speaking, my sons wounds were minor. Enough to make any parent heart sick, but much less serious than the girls. My youngest granddaughter had a fractured skull in multiple places. While she looked the best of the three, it turns out that her injuries were far more serious than the others. The oldest had a major head wound that will require cosmetic surgery once the skin has had time to heal some. We jumped through all of the hoops to get my son, their father, home from Asia and I have to say that the United States Navy deserves a good deal of respect here because they move heaven and Earth to get it done even though the nations he had to fly through were forbidding most travel due to COVID. His boat basically paid his fair to the USA and went to a great deal of trouble with multiple governments to get him flown home. Another moment that is stuck in my brain. Seriously hurt, a week in the trauma unit, my oldest granddaughter had managed to be brave and kept assuring everyone that she was fine. The night when I picked her father up at the airport and brought him home to her, she absolutely broke my heart. I’ve never heard a human being make a sound of such despair as the way that little girl wailed when she saw her father and ran to him. She had all of that hurt bottled up and let it go when she saw her daddy. The sound of her wailing as she hugged her father . . .

So, it’s half a year later and everyone is recovering well now. My son has scars that he can brag about and show off. My youngest granddaughter looks like she was never hurt. My oldest granddaughter has a major scar on her forehead that she tries to hide whenever she gives you a hug. All in all, we are grateful.

As I admitted, I was sleeping on the porch so I got the majority of the story from others. One of the older boys that lived out in the country was going to take one of their gator carts down to their house and the smaller kids all asked to go with him. My granddaughter had asked if she could drive, and was told in no uncertain terms that she was not allowed to. She had driven one of these carts before, but it was one of the work carts that are geared really low and cannot go fast. THIS cart was NOT geared low and could happily do 60 MPH and so there was no question that she would have no business driving it. The young man that was driving was specifically warned not to let her drive but . . .  As soon as they got out of sight, my beautiful little granddaughter pleaded with the young man to let her drive, and he gave in. This little girl that had only driven a very slow work cart, and video games that ignore the laws of physics, was suddenly in charge of a vehicle capable of highway speeds and it was full of children not wearing helmets. She got in and literally pressed the accelerator to the floor and flipped the cart at the very first curve in the road.


We all learned lessons that night. One young man learned to listen to adults when they warn him not to do something.

My granddaughter learned the consequences of not listening to the adults, and she also learned a few hard physics lessons about inertia and momentum.

My son learned that maybe its better to step on out of the car if you think the driver isn’t up to the task.

I learned not to take naps at family gatherings. . .

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Make it so . . .

Ok, I know that you all sit with baited breath waiting for me to review TV shows and movies, so here are my latest opinions. Being a life long Star Trek fan who also happens to be quarantined during a world wide pandemic, I signed up for the free 30 day trial of CBS All Access just so I could binge watch the new Star Trek series "Picard" and "Star Trek Discovery." 
While dipping into darkness here and there, I think that "Picard" remained relatively true to Star Trek. The story is good, the acting is outstanding, and the characters are real and believable. I'd give it a 7 or maybe 8 out of 10 and considered it worth watching.  "Star Trek Discovery" on the other hand . .  . 
What to say that will get my point across without spoiling it for anyone? I pretty much hate it. They threw everything that Star Trek stood for, the very core principles, out of the window.  Not that I suppose I have the right to speak for all Star Trek fans, but I’ve always felt that most diehard fans weren’t just in it for the shiny space ships and “pew pew” weapons. Many of us loved what the show and it’s characters portrayed and represented – that the human race had grown up, devoted itself to worthy and lofty goals of Science, exploration, and the betterment of all life, human and otherwise. These are the very core principles of the Star Trek universe and “Discovery” threw them right out of the window. We have Star Fleet officers who very quickly choose to commit mutiny against their beloved captains when they feel that captain has made the wrong decision. We have multiple occasions where officers totally ignore their orders and duty when those orders got in the way of what they wanted to do. Cases where they utterly disregard their oath, duty, and shipmates because they thought their family issues were more important. What’s worse is that the show repeatedly rewards this behavior, ultimately patting these people on the back while whispering “There there! It’s all right that you threw your shipmates and duty under the bus in order to chase after your mom/dad/sister/brother. Since it was so personally important to you, we will act as if it’s acceptable and tolerable that you forgot all about duty, honor, and integrity.” OK, so they disregarded and degraded everything that was beautiful and altruistic about Star Fleet and the people in it, so what about those shiny space ships that I mentioned earlier? Yeah, they messed that up too. Now a starship runs on plants and spores that permeate the universe on multiple dimensions and is essentially the source of all life in the universe. Can you say “Use the Force Spock, use the force?!”  It’s now more of a fantasy show than a science fiction.  
I might have somewhat enjoyed this program if they had made it in it’s own stand alone universe, but they didn’t do that. They defiled my beloved Star Trek and its bright future with their petty people and their fantasy star ship that runs on the force, and it pisses me off. When this is all over, I expect most Star Trek fans will look back on this show and refuse to acknowledge it, much like the way Ford Mustang fans look back at the mid-1970’s abomination that Ford tried to call a Mustang. You can slap all of the Mustang emblems on that little God-awful Pinto that you can fit, but it still aint a Mustang, and this isn’t Star Trek. On a scale of 1 to 10 I’d give Star Trek Discovery about a negative 3.
All right people, let’s make this shit happen. Let’s bring about the future portrayed by Star Trek by caring for more than just ourselves. Let’s reach for the lofty goals and be worthy of attaining them. Make it so . . .

Friday, March 27, 2020

Traveling in The Twilight Zone

So yeah, when the entire United States decided to shut down for the Apocalypse, my happy ass was on the way to a customer in Indiana. I've done quite a lot in my life and seen quite a few unique things. I served 12 years active duty Army. I've spent the last 25 years traveling for a living, and between my civilian and military careers, I have seen much of the world and thought I'd seen just about everything. I was wrong. This last week was the most bizarre experience I think I've ever had

Normally the shuttle buses for the parking areas all cue up in a designated area to drop you off at the airport, but there was no need for this because the airport was absolutely empty.
No long line of cars disgorging or picking up travelers.
No endless series of taxis and buses.
No pedestrians trying to cross the busy road.
The Austin International Airport was all but EMPTY.
I waked directly up to the Delta counter - not one person in line.
I walked directly up to the TSA inspector at the checkpoint - not one other person going through security.
I walked clear to the end of the concourse and passed maybe three or four people. Bemused, I looked back and took a couple of photos.

When it eventually came near time to board my first aircraft, I struck up a conversation with one of the Delta representatives that I've known for years and asked her if she thought they would close the airports at some point. She assured me that there was no way the airports were going to close, but that I could definitely count on a whole lot of flights being canceled. She told me that they had had one flight arrive that morning with ONE passenger on it! We managed to do a little better than that on our flight, and packed that puppy with a whole nine passengers . . .   My connecting flight to Indianapolis? Fourteen passengers. When my flights landed I had a voice mail from one of our engineers that lives in Indiana telling me that the governor had signed something decreeing that all non-essential companies were to close their doors, and that everyone was required by law to stay home unless they were considered "vital" or "essential" and so the first thing I did was to call my customer to make sure they were going to be open for business in the morning. He assured that they were indeed considered vital, and had just that day been asked to start producing face masks. Thus assured that I was doing the right thing both morally and legally, I went ahead and headed out for the hour drive south to where my customer was located. Along the way, I thought maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to stop at a grocery store and stock up on some sandwiches just in case I wouldn't be able to get food anywhere once the governors decree went into effect. I stopped at a super Walmart, grabbed six huge sandwiches, a 12 pack of Pepsi, and just for shits and grins looked for toilet paper. I've already failed to find any in New Mexico and Texas, so maybe Indiana would treat me better? Nope. No toilet paper in Indiana either!
It turns out that my customers company may not have been quite as vital as my contact had thought, because as I was packing up my tools and spares at the end of the service call, he came back into the room shaking his head and looking shocked.
"You see all of those technicians out there?" he asked, pointing out the large window into the huge bay.
"Yeah?" I answered.
"Every one of them just got laid off . . . "

Do you know that I spent a week at the Holiday Inn and never saw a single other guest there in that time. Not one. Including my car, there were three cars in the parking lot and I think two of them belonged to employees. Obliviously no breakfast was served and no housekeeping was provided or offered during my stay. At the end of each day, I made my way through almost empty streets, to my empty hotel where even the people working there hid in a room behind the counter. I think I spent to two entire nights watching "Abandoned Engineering" on the Science Channel while eating sandwiches and slurping Pepsi. For the record, I'm pretty damn sick of store bought subway sandwiches at this point. Just sayin . . .

Not a big surprise, don't get me wrong, but my flights home were canceled. I booked alternate flights. An hour later they were canceled. I again booked alternate flights. They were canceled.  I got it right with my last attempt though and headed for home this morning. My first stop upon entering the concourse was at the Starbucks for some badly needed caffeine. I cued up behind three other people, all of us minding the 6 foot or so gap between each other, and so the line was moving pretty slowly and I was surfing Facebook on my phone . . . when I heard someone behind the counter . . . cough . . twice. Right then and there I decided that I didn't want coffee quite as bad a I had thought I did and exited the line.

I had to laugh on my flight from Atlanta to Austin though, when it became obvious why this flight had not been canceled - most of the people on it were Delta flight attendants. By luck, I'd managed to select a flight that Delta was apparently using to transport about a dozen flight attendant on their way to other locations.
So yeah, I'm home now, and I will not be getting back onto another airplane until the dust settles on this virus.
Oh, and if anyone notices that several rolls of toilet paper went missing from my hotel and the airport stalls I visited, I had nothing to do with it . . .

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Day 5 of Quarantine

The photo sort of says it all, doesn't it?

I received a email message from Delta airlines about my upcoming flight. They tell me to avoid placing my cell phone and wallet in the TSA bins. I just can't wait to tell the TSA inspector "Nope, I aint putting my stuff in your stupid bin!"

They follow that wonderful tidbit with the advice to allow a few extra feet between you and the next schmuck during the boarding process because "A little distance goes a long way". So they want us to keep our distance during the boarding process where we are then going to be placed into seats so tightly packed that you have to keep telling the guy next to you to get outta your lap!

Oh! The fruitless search for toilet paper continues . . .

Friday, March 20, 2020

Day 4 of quarantine

Emptied the 5 year old water out of our 50 gallon barrel in the back yard, washed the barrel out and filled it with clean water from the hose. It then rained all night long, so mother nature would have filled that barrel for free but who am I to quibble? My 10 year old son was curious as to why I was filling a barrel with water and so I explained all of the ways that having no water at all available would affect his life. You should have seen the look on his face when I explained that every single flush of a toilet used 3 to 5 gallons of water and then asked him how nasty he thought it would get if there was no way to flush a toilet? No, I haven’t gone paranoid, and I don’t expect the electric or the water to fail, but it never hurts to be prepared. 

Running out of new records to listen to. Given that most of them are 50 and 60 years old, I guess it’s not surprising that we are running out of new ones. 

The wife stocked up on an assortment of liquors and wines yesterday, so I’m pretty sure we are gonna come out the other end of this as alcoholics, but what the hell, how often do you get the chance to toast the apocalypse?

I’m scheduled to be on an airplane Monday to visit a customer and then to train one of our service engineers in the same area on a new database. Yeah, he just told my manager that he has a sore throat so . . .