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Does it make me a bad person that I don’t find Winnie the Pooh as charming as everyone else seems to?  I know he’s cute and all, but he’s basically just a slacker. I’m not that fond of Paddington either. When it comes down to it, my favorite tv bears are Smoky and the grizzlies who eventually ate the guy who was living with them in Alaska. Smoky, now there’s a motivated bear. He has a job other than looking for honey, and he’s pretty good at it. As far as the grizzlies go. Timothy Treadwell lived with those bears on and off for 13 years. My best guess as to why they eventually chose to eat him goes something like this. One Sunday during football season Tim decides to introduce his bear buddies to the NFL. So, he brings a portable television to his camp and they all sit down with nachos and assorted bear snacks. Tim says, “Hey guys, let’s watch the Chicago Bears game.” They begin to watch the game and the grizzlies become irate that humans have chosen Jay Cutler to quarterback the team that is named after them. They take out all their frustrations on Tim. And that was all she wrote.

 

Other observation of the week. Pedestrians who cross the road in front of you and choose to walk diagonally, therefore taking as long a time possible to make the crossing, are jerks

Links

• Because it’s not too late to make a resolution.  Click on the IDEAS tab when you get there.
•  It’s really not too late.  And it doesn’t have to bankrupt you
•  I know some of you enjoy the cold.  (You strange people)  If you’ve got kids, this is way less frustrating than teaching them to snowboard.
•  Ok.  So, since I’m a dad, my movie viewing is usually limited to animated features.  If I try to watch a full movie after the little buggers go to bed, I just fall asleep in the middle of it.  I finally got to see Walter Mitty.  I know it has like 50% on Rotten Tomatoes. Forget that, this is a good movie.  The web site for it is cool too.  On the sidebar they have inspirational stories collected from different people.  (Admittedly, some more inspirational than others)

 

 

Ok, so here is my plan for domination of the internet. I have always had an interest in politics. While I would never want to run for office myself, there is a lot to learn from this world. The first thing, never trust anyone else with your money. The second thing, you can scare or guilt people into doing anything.

So, I am going to scare and guilt people into reading my blog. Yes, and you, my three readers can help. Since I don’t want to argue politics here, because I already know I’m right anyway, I have the advantage of being able to use both political playbooks.

Here we go. Tell your hippie friends that this blog is completely GMO free and emits virtually no carbon footprint. By getting really close to the screen they should be able to smell the patchouli oil. In fact, if they read this once a week, they will actually save one acre of rainforest. If they don’t read, I will personally chop down one tree. Tell your NRA friends that if they don’t read this, SWAT teams will descend on their residences in the wee hours of the morning to take away their assault weapons, handguns, shotguns, bb guns, cap guns and squirt guns. However, if they do read, someday, they may all be able to legally purchase shoulder held rocket launchers. Tell your grandparents and other elderly people that you may know, that if they don’t read this, the government is going to take away their Social Security and Medicare, and CBS will cancel The Price is Right. They will also all be forced to use complicated cell phones and more than one tv remote. But if they do read at least once a week, free hard candies for everyone. Tell all your Republican friends that if they read, I will personally help them reach out to Democrats to convince them that they aren’t racist, selfish, homophobes, who want to kill every remaining endangered species. If they don’t read, no Keystone XL pipeline, and,,,,,,,,President Hillary. Tell your Democrat friends that if they read, no one will ever be able to buy a Super Double Big Gulp ever again, all weapons will be confiscated, and Al Gore will be declared the winner of the 2000 Presidential election. If they don’t read,,,,, I will reveal to everyone that Republicans aren’t actually racist, homophobic, nature haters, and,,,,,,,President Ted Cruz.

I think that covers a broad enough group of people for now. I’m sure I can think of more. Remember, this is a grass roots campaign. I may try to rustle up some campaign buttons and maybe a t-shirt or two. Meanwhile, keep reading, you are saving the planet, stopping forest fires, and bringing about peace on earth one word at a time.

When my oldest son was three or four years old we took a trip to Ohiopyle State Park in western Pennsylvania. My parents came along, and the five of us were going to camp out, visit Frank Lloyd Wright’s Fallingwater house, and generally explore. I had another reason for going there. I had read about the natural waterslide in Meadow Run where it flows into the Youghiogheny River. To me, that was irresistible. Our first day at the park, we set up camp and headed down to Meadow Run. We parked the van and walked down to the slide. Slide is probably an overstatement. It is really one long channel cut through the bedrock that the water flows over. On this particular day the water was really ripping. It had been raining the day before and the current looked too powerful to risk it. So, we all went down below to where the water was calmer, threw a life jacket on Cullen, and swam for about an hour. When we were ready to head back to camp, we hiked back past the slide, and I saw them. Some local kids were going down the slide. I didn’t think that anyone was going to do it, but now that these kids were doing it, I was game. Walking up next the rushing water with a grin on my face, I handed my shirt to my wife and stepped in. I sat down in the water and scooted my posterior into the main channel of flowing water. What happened next is what I would describe as the most fun you will have while trying not to drown. The rushing water took me about the length of a football field in about ten seconds and spit me out into a pool of slightly slower flowing water. I swam to the edge so I wouldn’t get pushed over the rocks at the other end of the pool. My first thought was, we need to get this on video. Everyone was ready to go back to camp anyway, and that’s where the camera was, so I convinced my wife that we needed to get the camera and come back. When we got back, I enthusiastically hopped back in the water and survived another trip down the slide, all captured on glorious video. When I got out of the water, I quickly realized that something was missing. Now, cold water causes things to shrink.  My wedding ring was gone. I was excited and bummed at the same time. When I got back to where my wife was standing with the camera, I said, “Did you get it on video?”

Moral of the story. If you want your wife to talk to you again on a day like this, don’t lead with, “Did you get it on video?”

 

A lifetime or so ago, I was an EMT. Besides working for an ambulance transport company, I ran with the local rescue squad. Since I didn’t know the area that well, my job was usually to ride in the back with the patient and do the paperwork. The other part of the job when you are riding in the back, is using the radio to call the emergency room to let them know you were inbound and to give them a general idea of what to expect when you got there. I was never good at this. Not knowing what to say, I would tend to ramble. “Squad so and so is inbound to blah blah hospital with an eighteen year old male, complaining of nausea and loss of motor skill. Patient appears to have been drinking alcohol. He is wearing blue sneakers, has a cat named Ezra, and a tattoo of what looks like a goat on his right bicep. Although if you look at it in a setting with softer lighting, it could also look like Lyle Lovett. Anyways, our ETA is, I don’t know, let me look out the window, hmmmm, okay, I’m gonna say about five minutes.”

One particular night my partner decided that he was tired of driving. He wanted to sit in the back and treat the patients. I was okay with this because driving an ambulance with lights and sirens blaring is fun. In fact, it’s probably something everyone should get a chance to do. Around eleven or so that night we got a call to a cardiac emergency. I had no problems navigating to the right location, and I knew which hospital we would be going to, I didn’t think I would have any problems getting there either. We met the paramedics on the scene and got the patient into the ambulance. In this instance the paramedic was going to ride in the back with my partner and the patient. I was feeling good. We were on our way. My lights were flashing as I sped down the main drag toward the hospital. I looked in the rearview and wondered why the other paramedic was following at such a long distance, but didn’t think anything of it. We were approaching a major intersection. Time for the siren, full speed ahead, let’s rock. Okay, Like I said, I didn’t drive much. This intersection had a large hump in the middle. When we hit that thing, I think the back of the ambulance may have actually come off of the ground. “Sorry about that,” I yelled into the back. The rest of the trip was uneventful. I didn’t realize how it felt to everyone in the back until after we dropped the patient off. My partner proceeded to tell me, while he laughed, that I had knocked the paramedic off of the seat and I had almost scared the poor heart patient to death as she slid halfway down the stretcher. Then the medic came out of the E.R. and said, “you know, they teach a class on driving and you should probably take it.” I smiled. She looked at me with her best unhappy face. “No… I’m serious.”

Okay, so now I have a blog.  I would like to welcome the three of you who are reading  this on purpose, and the one person who ended up here accidentally.

Henry David Thoreau said that “the masses of men lead lives of quiet desperation.”  Thoreau was one of my heroes.  The guy spent a year in the woods just to “suck the marrow out of life.”  I believed that he was probably right about the desperation thing, so, goal number one, don’t be in that quiet desperation group.

While I was growing up, the people I most enjoyed meeting, were the people that had the best stories.  Most of the time they had great stories because they chose to live life on their own terms.  They didn’t follow any blueprint.  Now these weren’t necessarily the most successful people you would ever meet, the most educated, or even the most, shall we say, upstanding citizens.  The problem that a lot of them had was that eventually their story would reach a point where things went downhill.  It would end with a “and then we stole a car” or “and then we lit it on fire”.  Don’t get me wrong, that still made for a really interesting story, but it also made for possible jail time.  So, goal number two, have a story.  (and avoid jail time)

Robert Frost said that taking the road less traveled “made all the difference.”  I believed that he was right too.  So thanks to Thoreau, Robert Frost, and in no small part, Patrick Swayze in Point Break, I took the three different college, no degree, EMT school, and technical school road.  And it made all the difference, mostly in salary.  But I did end up with good stories and unique experiences, and that’s really the point, isn’t it? I made some good choices along the way, the best one being marrying my wife.  I made some bad ones too.  The worst was going to see a Christian Slater movie called Hard Rain.  I mean, it really felt like Christian Slater personally stole an hour and a half of my life, and then my wife stole another half hour of it by telling me in no uncertain terms that going to that movie was not her idea.

Anyway, in this blog I’d like to share my own stories (and some other assorted nonsense) with the three of you who meant to be here, and possibly that fourth guy if he’s still around.  So, if you enjoy, tell a friend, and maybe in a month or two I will have upwards of twelve readers, and then we’ll really be rolling.