Where's Hazel? Pet Hazel. Hazel's dreadlocks are trimmed smooth and soft.
Return trip: Pie Town to TonopahI had a dream about me last night where I was somehow in an RV that was as big as a duplex house. But you didn't drive this RV you just told the house where to go and you were there. Problem was the other half went along for the ride so we kept going to unexpected places.
Nita's long driveway was a teeny bit slickery when The Cat Drag’d Out from Summer Camp to get started down the long hill to Winter Quarters Bay at Tonopah but she made the slalom without sliding. I later realised Karma was saving all the mishaps for later. Getting started a day late and a few dollars short I planned to not spend a day picking up trash at my favourite u.s.60 Red Hill Rest Area. There will be another opportunity next year.
First stop was for propane in Quemado. Filling the upper onboard tank and two bottles in TinyTruck went well but when I turned off the upper tank prior to departure I found the valve leaking. With the valve full on the leak stopped but with the valve off propane was leaking around the packing nut. Oh Well, valve on, let’s drive.
Taking the secondary direct route my secondary stop was Wally World Caravansary in Show Low. Here was where I found a small puddle of glycol on the tarmac under “The CAT in The Back’s” main radiator. Oh Well. This was only a small leak, not the massive hemorrhage of a few years ago that required a tow job. (See the end of Letter 17c for that Tale of Woe.)
Third stop was at the Height of Land on s.r.260. Climbing up from Show Low I spied a blossom of steam emanating from a big white pickup and a fifth wheel trailer. My first thought was of Nancy and Ward and their wheels. By the time I was close enough to see the truck was not theirs the steam had turned to black smoke. Several additional Residence Vehicles stopped and we all emptied our ABC extinguishers on the fire but the burning truck was already fully involved. Total loss.
The rest of this road is mostly downhill so let’s get going. The saga of the radiator goes on and on between visits to Food Bank, doctors, wiring Paul’s new capannoni and shako, and all the unplanned other things such as roadside cleanups and parties of one sort or another. The radiator was eventually drained of seven gallons of coolant (I’d saved the jugs from the last filling for just this occasion.) and carried off to Commercial Radiator Service in Phoenix. They did a splendid job of fixing the leak. We’ll come back to the reinstalling later.
In the meantime I’ve been using the propane in the tank with the leaky valve. Have to empty the tank before I can repair or replace the valve. That becomes another interminable project.
13 October, Tonopah, AridZona48f here this morning. Heat is on. Poll Worker Training yesterday went well. Now I know all about the Poll Worker's Dress Code and am fully qualified to tell voters where they can stick their ballots.
Yesterday I replaced both 5# fire extinguishers that I used on the truck fire by the side of the road. 120$ worth of Good Deed that didn't do any good at all except to show me a: how useless a 5# ABC is against a fully involved truck, and b: that my 20 year old extinguishers were still functional, and c: they are not worth the cost of a refill--buy new. Part of the "not worth the cost" is that greater than 12 years old have to be re-certified.
My uncle Sir Issac told me; he said: I was thinking about gravity the other day; without it all you have is gravy.
17th Autumnal Equinox Letter PostedAll day typing, cutting, pasting, inserting images... And then the upload failed. I don’t understand. The error messages are meaningless. What’s broken? The internet? My router? Computer? Website full? I need professional help.
Food Bank WenzdayAt Lowe’s, shopping for hose clamps to repair a propane leak, I was confronted by displays of gaily wrapped empty boxes and fake trees and “Season’s Greetings” placards. WTF? The Seasons have yet to get past Halloween let alone Thanksgiving. Why are we always in so much of a hurry?
Found on a scrap under a pile of old mail:
Cousin Scotty Died on Halloween?Interesting that my mother and her sister each had four boys. Pretty much one for one tho Aunt Kay had the head start. David was a year older than me. Scotty, his brother, was third, matching up with my brother Teddy. Now I have a lot of new entries to make in the family tree book.
At Risk of Intemperance [war is not...]November 11th, Veteran’s Day and Doctor Day. Annual physical at my HMO PCP, more on that later. On the road to and fro much of the chatter on the Ham radio concerns Thanking Vets for Their Service. As with “Christmas Music” before we even get the Thanksgiving Turkey thawed, the maudlin thanks is tiring after the first two or three. Let me write this about that:
Veteran’s Day. The war mongers are out in force today. All the talk is how thankful “we” are for their service. Some folks were going on about three generations of their family serving. “My father was... and I worked for the VA...” Why does that count any more than the trash collectors or the school bus drivers? I was tempted to climb on the band wagon and tell how my father built the destroyers and my three brothers and one sister were in the army...and I helped build the satellite communications networks you used to call home from the front. I also made the anti-war posters for the kids to put up in their high school.
There is no question in my mind that the veterans who were conscripted deserve to be thanked, and those who volunteered and served in World War II, but beyond that? No! And especially not those who enlisted. “...burn women – kids villages...I wanna kill...”. They need no thanks. The truckers and the school teachers need thanks, not enlistees. Enlistees need forgiveness for they knew not what they did, what they were getting into.
Covid booster wenzday, flu shot today.
Annual visit to the vampire for Physical Examination a la
Arlo Guthrie. Blood draw, blood pressure, height, weight
(Their scale always has me five to eight pounds heavier
than my scale. Must be all the textiles.)
News From Q’Fest and Magic Circle
I'm looking forward to being there if for no other reason
than to take a break from fixing all the brokes. This week I
have replaced the chassis battery in The Cat Drag'd Inn
and sent the main radiator out to have the leak repaired.
Last week was annual physical examination a'la Guthrie and
the second of two roadside trash pickups. Next week is a
visit to my DermaDoc. Somewhen here is Thanksgiving if I can
find the dinner through all the Xmass Decorations and Out of
Season "Music". I'll keep you posted.
|“...your sympathy piece about the
bakery closing for lack of workers. At one point the
owner, practically in tears, claimed that she "tried
everything" but "nobody wants to work". Why did you
not ask what pay she was offering and if she tried
increasing the pay rate?
“Employers are constantly complaining about difficulty finding willing workers and it's always framed as people "not wanting to work". Whatever happened to free enterprise? I'll bet most if not all of the applicants would have happily taken the job if offered a sufficiently attractive wage. I find it difficult to muster any sympathy for a business owner who would rather close up shop than offer a living wage.
“Perhaps you should do a story focused on the unwillingness of employers to pay an appropriate wage. Or at least point out that when an employee or applicant refuses to work, it isn't because they don't want to, it's because the compensation being offered is not in line with cost of living and appropriate to the job and working conditions.”
I do not know what I may appear to the world;
but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on
the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a
smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the
great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
—Sir Isaac Newton
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