Friday, May 31, 2013

31 May 2013 Dine locally if possible


Cassi Creek:  When in doubt, dine out.  At least, make an effort to do so. 
          Our primary choice is closed in order to host graduation dinner.  Our fall back, a new “diner,” has a menu that requires a microscope in order read it online.  Both of those restaurants are 18 miles northeast of our door.  To the west, it is 16 miles to the nearest restaurant of any caliber.  Only our first choice has some alternative foods.  That only happens because their ethnic cuisine uses them. 
          Compounding the situation is the necessity of finding a place to eat that doesn’t use a deep fryer as its primary means of food production, and that doesn’t use potatoes as the meal’s base.  It often becomes a struggle to find something that won’t spike the diner’s glucose like a Saturn V reaching for the moon.  There is a major omission in most commercial menus for deserts that diabetics can safely eat.  It would be a simple matter to keep some sugar-free ice cream, some nuts, and some berries on hand to pad out the dessert menu.  There are millions of Americans with diabetes.  Yet almost no restaurants bother to consider them when building menus.


          Diabetes complicates everything about the lives of people afflicted with it.  Something as simple as grocery shopping can become a futile search for anything beyond a narrow list of foods.  Buying anything prepared requires looking closely at the contents label.  Sugars of all manners hide in most prepared foods.  I brought home a half rack of ribs last night.  They were rotisserie cooked with only a dry rub.  I looked at the label; the deli-counter employee looked at the label.  We both failed to see sugar hidden in the rub even though we searched carefully.  It’s that easy to screw things up.  

Thursday, May 30, 2013

30 May 2013 sounds higher than it is



Cassi Creek:  Looks higher, too. 
          Everest is Earth's highest mountain, with a peak at 8,848 meters (29,029 ft) above sea level

            Recently a Russian has base jumped from Everest using a wing suit.  The media coverage has made it sound as if he jumped from the summit.  In actuality, he jumped from a much lower point, 7220 meters.  His jump took place on the north, Kang Shung face of Everest. 

            BASE jumper sets world record for highest jump—from Mt. Everest

www.grindtv.com/.../base-jumper-leaps-from-face-of-mount-everest-sets...
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1 day ago – Earlier this month, Rozov outdid himself, jumping from the north face of Mount Everest at 23,667 feet and completing the world's highest BASE. 
         
Since the base camp on the North approaches to Everest is around 16,000 feet above sea level and advance base at about 20,000 feet above sea level. The maximum descent would be 7,000 vertical feet with the more likely ca. 5,000 vertical feet.  No mean feat at all.  He displayed a lot of determination and courage.  Not at all something I’d attempt. 




Wednesday, May 29, 2013

29 May 2013 “ Well, George, we’ve knocked the bastard off!”


 Edmund Hillary, on first climbing Mount Everest

Perhaps the bravest thing to be said in reference to Everest:
"Pissing through 6 inches of clothes with a 3 inch penis", Anonymous Everest summiteer when asked what was the hardest thing about climbing Mt Everest



Everest topography l to r  West ridge, Summit, Hillary step, summit ridge, south summit, southeast ridge, south col, Lhotse ridge.

Cassi Creek:  60 years ago today, 29 May 1953, two men first reached the summit of Mt. Everest.  They used the routes pioneered by previous assaults upon the mountain then forced the final part of the route beyond the South Summit, up the Hillary Step, to the actual summit,  They spent about 15 minutes at the summit and descended safely.  The news of the summit being reached by a British expedition was relayed from the mountain by runner to a more modern communication network in time to be announced before the Coronation of Elizabeth II. 
          Since then, hundreds of people have officially reached the summit of Everest by various routes, by means of fixed ropes, by being essentially dragged up the mountain, and without supplemental oxygen.  Ca. 500 or so people are reportedly dead on the mountain. 
          Everest does not care who climbs it or by what route and manner.  However, altitude, local, and regional weather, cold, wind, snow, and hypoxia have a lot to say about who climbs and who fails on the mountain.  Professional guiding companies will take payment to push and drag someone up the mountain.  They cannot guarantee that their clients will make it to the summit or descend alive.  Even successful summiteers may suffer severe frostbite, loss of body parts, pulmonary edema, HACE (high altitude cerebral edema) with subsequent brain damage and other consequences.
          I first read of the early British expeditions and the Hillary-Norgay success about the age of 10.  Since then mountaineering and climbing have fascinated me.  There was a large period of my life when I would have chucked everything for the chance to climb with the likes of Hillary, Whittaker, and Haston, to at least reach the Western Cwm through the Khumbu Icefall.  I never became nearly good enough a mountaineer to be considered for inclusion in a Himalayan expedition.  I’d like to tell myself that I could have made the climb.  Truthfully, I’d probably have committed some grievous technical error and bought myself a glacial farm, assuming that I even made it into the icefall. 
          The men mentioned above lived to climb and found ways to finance their habits so that they could essentially turn from one expedition to another.  Not a bad way to live.  Hillary built many schools and clinics in Nepal.  Whittaker wound up in the JFK/RFK outer circles and worked for REI.  Haston became director of the International School of Mountaineering at Leysin in Switzerland, a position he maintained until his death in 1977, in an avalanche.
Some of the quotes found by following the 1st link below are worth reading.  The 2nd link leads to a very exacting timeline of Everest expeditions and other climbs.  Interesting if you are a mountaineering junkie.




Tuesday, May 28, 2013

28 May 2013 Clean sweep down fore and aft


Cassi Creek:
          Make that sweep down north to south.  The pool was opened last week, on the 22nd.  The decision was to run it this year using only a solar blanket for heat as the propane heater’s exchanger had developed serious leaks just before we closed it for the winter.  Best estimates for a new heat exchanger came it at ca. $1500.  Too rich for our blood this year. 
          On the 22nd, we discovered the availability of a used heater with an intact heat exchanger.  We’re currently waiting for it to arrive and to be installed. 
          In the interim, I’ve spent about an hour most days sweeping the pool down and trying to remove as much detritus and just plain dirt, along with the algae that built up over the winter by back flushing it out of the sand filter.  There’s every possibility that the sand will need replacing this summer.
          Yesterday we noticed that the pool was nearly clear.  Today it is much more evident.  Last week we had two days of thunderstorms to keep the water level up in the right range.  This week I’ve added water yesterday and today.  It’s well water, not the best for the pool chemistry and we don’t want to take the water level in the well too low. 

          Such is the plan of the day.

Monday, May 27, 2013

27 May 2013 Memorial Day= Lots Lost



Cassi Creek:  Memorial Day 2013.  We have troops in an active war in Afghanistan – ten years of warfare with very little hope of any real change in cultural or governmental conditions.  The social changes we have tried to create will likely be gone with the last of our troops.
          Iran, 9 years of a war that happened only through the manipulations of the Bush 43 administration, manufacturing false reason for a full-scale invasion coupled to tax cuts for the wealthy and no authorized funding for war in Iraq, We still have “advisors” in Iraq and will have for years.  The country of Iraq is descending into another round of religion-based civil war. 
          We’ve avoided too much military involvement in most of the “Arab Spring” conflicts.  Those little gems will eventually become battles between rival groups of Islamic extremists for political control.  We may yet be sucked into the brushfire that is the Syrian Civil War,  Iran, driving the Syrian regime against rebel groups of extremists will do its best to escalate the conflict into Lebanon and then Israel.  If Israel becomes engaged, we will also. 
          There are many more nameless places on the globe where our troops are deployed.  Most of them are in regions, which feature long-standing wars based upon religion.  These are not wars we can win.  If we had an active duty military the size of our combined forces in WWII to throw into these wars we would still lose.  Ideology is hard to execute with bullets or bombs. 
          This nation, with its “All volunteer military, has removed warfare and its demands upon a populace from the realities of being a nation at war.  Today’s Johnson City Press had photographs of men and women who had served in uniform in one of our current or previous wars.  Perhaps they left this life overseas in a shooting war, perhaps they returned safely and live long lives here.  They are veterans and deserve to be remembered. 
          There was another page; one that I believe should not have been printed.  It consisted of photographs of local residents’ pets.  Not War dogs, who have some claim on the day, but house pets.  It is a horrid example of how far from sharing the wars with all our citizens. 
          For most of this nation, Memorial Day (a is just another excuse for car dealers to take out large adds and TV spots.  It’s the “beginning of summer” 
          For me, it carries a lot of unpleasant weight.  It reminds me of the cost of my CMB, Combat Medical Badge.  Fellow soldiers were WIA or KIA, their lives lost or changed forever.  I remember them.  I remember the generations before mine who have been gathered into national cemeteries to [prevent their sacrifices being forgotten.  Sadly, it is all too easy to overlook many of today’s troops.  It’s much easier to wage war if the cost is not evenly borne by all Americans. 
          Maybe next year we’ll have no troops involved in foreign wars.  Maybe Next year we’ll honor our fallen troops instead of the vacation season.  Maybe! 



Sunday, May 26, 2013

26 May 2013 What did you learn in school today?



Quiz

·         Full Civic Literacy Exam (from our 2008 survey)

·         Are you more knowledgeable than the average citizen? The average score for all 2,508 Americans taking the following test was 49%; college educators scored 55%. Can you do better? Questions were drawn from past ISI surveys, as well as other nationally recognized exams.

Results
·         You answered 31 out of 33 correctly — 93.94If you have any comments or questions about the quiz, please email americancivicliteracy@isi.org.
You can consult the following table to see how citizens and elected officials scored on each question.
Incorrect Answers
·  Question:A flood-control levee (or National Defense) is considered a public good because:
Your Answer: government pays for its construction, not citizens
Correct Answer: a resident can benefit from it without directly paying for it
·  Question:Which of the following fiscal policy combinations has the federal government most often followed to stimulate economic activity when the economy is in a severe recession?
Your Answer: increasing both taxes and spending
Correct Answer: decreasing taxes and increasing spending
Cassi Creek:  This is an exercise in recall that I believe has made the rounds on-line two years or so ago.  Still, it does drag up a few holes in my memory of long ago classes. 

          We were involved with the March Against Monsanto yesterday.  Turnout was dismal, nearly non-existent.  There were a few people in our area that turned out to exercise civic responsibility.  For too many people, there is simply no concern about GMO and agribusiness.  Sadly, although all local television stations and newspapers were notified, there was no local coverage of what was for much of the world, global event.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

25 May 2013 From the wonderful folks who brought you



Cassi Creek:  Today was a day of international protest against Monsanto.  The corporation has long been involved with hybridization of food plants and has a leading position in the GMO market place.  Among other things, Monsanto has moved to patent some genetic material that they have incorporated into much of the seed grains now sold. 
          To further protect their position and profits they introduced the Monsanto Protection Act.  This gift from a greedy and corrupt Congress is on par with the Citizens United legislation. 


As for me, I remember Monsanto as being among the chemical companies that presented so many VietNam veterans with the gift of Agent Orange.  

Friday, May 24, 2013

24 May 2013 Something for everyone. a tragedy tonight




Cassi Creek:  A funny thing happened on the way to disaster relief. 
Republicans Have a Habit of Blocking Disaster Relief for Americans

          Congress has habitually underfunded relief agencies such as FEMA.  Since  their very wealthy owners have insurance agents waiting in line to provide necessary services after a natural disaster, Representatives and Senators are not at all in a hurry to provide disaster relief funding to people who can’t make large contributions to campaign funds. 
          The GOP base, that is that portion of it no staring at a pile of rubble that used to be a home and belongings, likes it when their particular elected official demands that any help to the former middle class and working poor be taken from funds already allocated for education, health care, and other social safety nets that the base has been led to believe would otherwise be spent upon Romney’s 47% who will not vote Republican.  In essence, the populace most in need of emergency relief funding is the safest part of the populace to ignore.  We’ve seen this repeatedly in the last decade as hurricanes and tornadoes demonstrated their immense power to devastate human habitat.  Recently, the GOP, drunk on their denial of every imaginable bill proposed, has found it increasingly easy to deny disaster relief to millions of Americans who have lost their homes, their incomes, and their possessions at a time when they have less and less ability to replace those  things without the help of government. 
          Congress chose to waste time so that many of the survivors of Hurricane Sandy had no homes, no power, and no civic services over the period of a hard and cold winter.  Texas, Oklahoma, and other GOP dominated states blocked every attempt to increase funding.  When disaster sites dropped out of press coverage, they were all too often removed from the public’s mind as well. 
          In the last two weeks, Texas, Oklahoma, and other states have been hit by tornadoes.  The Governor of Texas and the Senators from Oklahoma have insisted that their states want no relief funding unless it comes from cuts to already allocated moneys.  They’ve made their public stand.  I wonder if they will refuse emergency appropriation money or if they will vote against such funding.  While these are both red states, many people are going to find that the GOP doesn’t really care for the base.  After all, it can’t write big checks to help someone be re-elected.
          It may be that a funny thing happens on the way to Congress.  Perhaps the elected officials will be taken down by their own dogma.  Truly a comedy tonight.



Thursday, May 23, 2013

23 May 2013 Where the winds come screaming.


Cassi Creek:  I grew up in the tornado belt.  I have gone through seven with only minor or negligible damage and have never been injured during one.  I have been fortunate. 
          At one point in time, I lived in a town of 26,000 that possessed only two warning sirens.  Even more dangerous, the only local radio was a 5,000-Watt sundowner.  Since there was a SAC air base abutting the town, and as the street I live on was mostly populated by bomber and tanker pilots and radar-navigators, it became the practice to go out into back yards and look toward the base if a warning was broadcast over television stations 70 miles distant.            Those were days when bombers armed with nuclear weapons stood alert along with support tankers, crews ready to be airborne in minutes.   Since there was no chance that either a BUFF or a KC-135 could withstand a tornado, and since no one with normal intelligence wanted to see what a tornado would do to a nuclear weapon; the alert planes were scrambled off the alert pad and into the best evasive flight plan possible. 
          Those of us not on alert (or in the Air Force) would sit or stand in the oppressive darkness, sweat pouring down our bodies in rivulets.  We’d watch for the lighting strikes as they became more frequent and nearer to us.  We’d wait for the thunderous roar of the BUFFs as they clawed skyward, and the even louder roar of the invisible funnel.  We hoped to near neither roar.
          At some point, if the warning was accurate and active, the mosquitoes would quit biting, seeking their own shelter.  There was not a single dwelling in that town that had a basement outdoor storm celllar.  It sat on, and about 6 feet below what had been a huge marsh adjoining the Mississippi River until the levees were built in the 1930s.  The only protection available in most homes was the bathroom. 
          We watched the alert planes scramble out one night about 2100.  The distant TV stations had broadcast a warning, the local radio was off the air, and the town was already without power.  Rain and hail were falling.  The lightning flashes were nearly constant – a useful marker for the presence of tornadic storms, as was tuning a broadcast television to channel 2 and watching for the screen to display bright white hash. 
          In those moments waiting for the storm to blow through, not knowing whether the alert planes scramble foretold the end of the civilized world or just the likely end of people unable to fly out of the storm, it was academic in nature within 30 minutes.  The planes flew around consuming fuel before RTB and the tornado lifted as it crossed the air base’s outer fence.  One of my neighbors saw the radar images that night.  They displayed a ½-mile wide tornado.
          This, of course, was back in the 1970’s.  It could have been a major event but it wasn’t in the end.  Forecasting was much less developed then.  There aren’t many sundowner radio stations now.  TV stations will follow dangerous storms and pump out information, often saving many lives.  However, a downed power line or two can black out large areas, leaving them no TV or radio. 
          We have a NOAA weather radio.  It is always on.


          

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

22 May 2013 One way or another



Cassi Creek:  Another day of thunderstorms and severe thunderstorms.  We’ve scheduled gutter maintenance but the weather is causing one delay after another. 
          Mowed the non-wooded acreage yesterday while Gloria trimmed.  I finished trimming today.   It’s a good thing we have leftovers for tonight.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

21 May 2013 Trouble, right here in…


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The House of Representatives will take its 37th vote to repeal the Affordable Care Act — or it might be the 38th. With more than three dozen votes cast, it’s difficult to keep track.
It’s easy to write off these votes as pure political spectacle with no substantial meeting. Members of Congress can tell their constituents that they voted to repeal Obamacare and move on to other issues.
But there’s actually a compelling case on the other side, that these actions do really matter in a substantive way. This slew of three dozen repeal votes have changed both how the Affordable Care Act works and how the public perceives it.
Last month, the Kaiser Family Foundation polled Americans on whether the Affordable Care Act is still law. Twelve percent of Americans — that’s about one in eight people — think that Congress repealed the Affordable Care Act. Another 23 percent aren’t sure or refused to answer the question…”

Cassi Creek: “trouble, that starts with “T” and that rhymes with “C”, and that stands for Congress.
          There is no doubt that the repetitive attempts to repeal the Affordable Care Act are political theater.  There is no doubt that sufficient disinformation and agitprop will confuse a sizeable number of the voting public about the scope and continued existence of “Obama Care.”  There is no doubt that this House of Representatives is demonstrating just how bought and paid for they really are. 
          Of sufficient interest to the entire argument as to make any real attempt to “repeal and replace” is the unmentioned and carefully concealed just how much the Insurance companies that will be covering the currently uninsured will add to their bottom line.  Suffice it to say that the health insurance companies will enjoy windfall profits at least one order of magnitude greater than their current profits.  The only way to prevent such obscene profiteering is to join the rest of the industrialized world in implementing a socialized medical system and discarding for profit health insurance. 

Monday, May 20, 2013

20 May 2013 Nine mile skid



Cassi Creek:  Yesterday I drove the second leg of a trip from Jefferson City MO to home in Chuckey TN.  I expected the leg to take about hours.  That would have resulted in the journey’s end at about 1500 according to my trusty companion Garmin. 
          The morning began well. I was showered, packed, and loaded by 0600.  The motel breakfast service opened at 0600 and I was the first guest to attack it.  0645 found me fed, gas topped off, and onto the interstate.  Fog rapidly rolled in on the Ohio valley and as I crossed the Ohio at Paducah drizzle began to be present in sufficient amounts to require wipers.
          When I filled up with gas at Nashville, the roads were still mostly dry but the clouds appeared ominous as they built in. 
          This is, I know, a recap from last night’s post.  It was a highly dangerous leg of the trip that I don’t care to repeat again. 
          I-40 is old highway across mountainous terrain.   It carries a tremendous amount of car traffic and a comparable volume of tractor/trailer rigs.  There are two rest areas between Knoxville and Nashville.  These are 58 miles apart.  I stopped at the area nearest Nashville to stretch and then returned to the road.  The rain began within ten minutes. and continued to Knoxville. 
          With combined fog and torrential rains, visibility rapidly declined to about 50 feet.  Those cars running without lights were nearly invisible.  Even more dangerous were trucks with white trailers and only their lower taillights showing.  Those trailers blend into the surrounding rain and road spray.  The relatively dim lights are next to useless.  In several cases, I was unable to see such a rig in front of me until I was in that 50-foot gap. 
          Along with anyone possessed of a will to survive the highway’s risks, I had my emergency flashers engaged and tried to keep up with the prevailing traffic.  Demonstrating a truly dangerous ignorance, three times I found a car in front of me suddenly stopping and remaining on the traffic lanes. 
          When the winds  gusting at sufficient velocity to affect the Pathfinder on a dry pavement, with ponding on the lower side of the curves and in the valleys, just holding the road became problematic during the worst of the storms.  Factor in partially resurfaced traffic lanes with a 1-2 inch drop from inner to outer lane.  Changing lanes required planning and concentration. 
          I pulled up the radar loop for that location and time this morning.  If I had been able to see what I was driving into, I would have pulled off at a truck stock or any place where I could wait out the storm. 
          The weather delay resulted in two additional road hours.  I had just enough time to unload the Pathfinder before it began to rain here. 
          I’ve driven on laterite roads during monsoon storms.  I was delivering a jeep load of fragmentation grenades to a perimeter bunker under blackout conditions when the jeep skidded off the road and landed on its side in a ditch. I’ve driven across Colorado and Kansas in blizzard/ice storm conditions.  Yesterday’s trip was near the top of my “I’d rather not repeat the experience” list.  After that drive, mowing and trimming are less odious.
          Like any landing, one can walk away from, ending up safely home makes the trip yesterday a good one.  Getting safely home is always good.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

19 May 2013 highways 50, 54, and 61revisited



Cassi creek:  Miles add up more rapidly than they used to.  I’ve logged a lot of miles since 11May.  As I write this, I still have a lot to log. 
          Sunset last Saturday found me in Marion IL, trying to find a vacant motel room on a college graduation weekend.  I wound up in an over-priced, double, smoking room.  I need a place for the night, as the next major city was St. Louis.  Taking the room was the best option as my eyes were burning and fogging over.  I’d already run through construction zones with one-lane, patch and pothole surfaces and traffic cones and barrels everywhere.  I knew I had to opt for safety and get off the road.  That knowledge plus the presence of a Steak and Shake within walking distance of the hotel made the needed stop decision. 
          Saturday the 19th finds me watching sunrise it approximately the same location.  I’m in a different hotel with a non-smoking room.  Easier to breathe. They’ll feed me breakfast before I go and whether they kiss me and respect me if of no concern.
          I have about 550 miles to cover today. I’ll get away about 5 hours earlier than I did yesterday and drive the construction zone in a better-rested state. 
Later.  Home again and off the road.  Drove through fog and drizzle from Marion IL to Nashville TN.  Then, the bottom fell out of the sky and the intelligent thing to do would have been to pull into a gas station or any place off the road.  I’ve displayed more intelligence previously. 

Saturday, May 18, 2013

18 May 2013 Night on bald mountain




Cassi Creek:  I’m interested in finding as many of my clinical rotation classmates as possible. But the task, after 40 years, is going to be rather difficult. 
I have only maiden names for the women in the class.  Most, if not all of them will have married but may or may not have retained their maiden names. 
          One phone number obtained on line, served only to provide a “She’s not here any longer, we have no idea where she is.”  Another based on dim memories and a wild ass guess landed me in a HR voice mailbox.  Going to be a lot of that. 
I should enjoy the current Doonesbury comic strips. 
Then, there’s the physical changes.  I had most of my hair then, although I think I had 18 months of growth trimmed off for the class picture.   I weigh somewhat more now, and I’ve long sense given up wearing my surving pair of jungle boots. 
Cue music, roll the Disney animation.
           

Friday, May 17, 2013

17 May 2013 When in doubt, twirl




Cassi Creek:  When lost, listen to the music play.  If twirling coincides with the music, so much the better! 
          The development of satellite radio services has brought into being, something light-years from the radio programming available in my youth.   I grew up in the Midwest, that vast region between the mountains to the east and those to the west that was populated by 50 – 5000 watt sundowner AM stations.  That’s right, AM stations that signed off at local sundown. 
          The hours between dusk and dawn were the hours when we learned to try tuning in the 50,000-watt major urban market stations that were below the radio horizon, but sometimes could be caught on what was called “the skip,” the reflected signal bent back to earth by the Ionosphere.  That signal, often static laden and inconstant, did not cover the entire middle states.  That left large areas of the nation with no nighttime commercial radio to listen to.  And in concert, that left immense highway miles through nowhere between here and there where whining static and distant thunderstorms filled the AM dial. 
          The expansion of FM outward helped.  FM, however, is line of sight and has nearly the same gaps in coverage as those ancient AM stations. 
          Stay tuned for the miraculous * track

Thursday, May 16, 2013

16 May 2013 40 years and getting older



Cassi Creek:  “10 degrees and getting colder”  describes a search for fame and fortune that must be, at least temporarily abandoned in an effort to keep food in one’s belly.    Fame and fortune are difficult goals to realize under the best of conditions. 
          40 years and getting older, today’s edition, is about a chance encounter causing me to wonder where my classmates from clinical training have landed.  The rotation consisted of 16 students out of approximately 80 applicants, plus 3 Vietnamese who were supposed to return home and help form a cadre to teach clinical lab skills and procedures at a medical school in Saigon. 
          I doubt the women from VietNam can be located today.  However, they may have fled the NVA advance and wound up as immigrants. 
          A couple hours on line suggests that Kent M Feldsien, our clinical coordinator died at the age of 60.  He and I would sometimes take a day off and go fishing at one of the Missouri trout parks.  On one occasion, Charlie Spies joined us.  We three also skipped one day to go rabbit hunting.  We always caught fish, we never shot a rabbit.  Photographs of us in our blaze orange vests with our shotguns showed up in a photo [presentation at the UMMC hosted graduation that we, as a class, highjacked. Instead of a Path resident running the graduation, we collectively demanded Kent be offered the honor.  The Path department balked and we told them to cancel any ceremony unless Kent was the featured  speaker.  Surprisingly, they backed down. 
          I thought  I had  located one classmate, Anne E DeClue , now a physician.   A phone call this morning revealed that she has relocated.  The search starts over.  

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

15 May 2013 Reminisce all night long Cassi Creek: Ran across a rare occurrence yesterday. I met a Physical Therapist who very strongly resembles one of the women who did clinical rotations alongside me. In fact, after questioning her origins and comparing a 1972 class photograph, it appears that they are related. This caused me to do something I rarely do, look back at old classes and classmates. I have a PDF copy of that composite class photograph. That I do is also a strange coincidence but more of that later. I’ve never attended a high school reunion of my graduating class, and most likely will never attend one. I doubt that there is sufficient reason or interest in staging such an event for a 1973 MT class. However, since I received the class photo, I’ve wondered about a few of the classmates I recalled most vividly. There were two males in the class, Charlie Spies and me. Charley was married when the class began and so was I, Both VietNam vets, we’d shared many of the preliminary courses after we returned to campus. Charlie later was divorced from his first wife and married a classmate, Donna Shine. I know that they worked in forensic toxicology but have no idea of their current location. I recall Patty Bax who wanted the top graduating slot. She was an extremely intense young woman, very serious student, and I seem to recall her wearing an NROTC uniform. There were three young women from VietNam, bỏ lỡ Vui, thưa bà Hong, andthưa bà Ha. Ha and Hong were married and were careful to remain circumspect. Vui was not married and I believe enjoyed her time here as much as possible. They were participants in a medical schools exchange program. We sent the Path Dept chair, who returned with some serious parasitic infestations. Pathologist instructors included Dr. Asa Barnes, Dr. Daniel Rosenthal, Dr. Lamont Gaston, and Dr. Wally Rogers. One of the Path residents, a Dr. Vardiman who was a bit stiff in manner, inadvertently loaned his name to a new map projection when he uttered the semi-immortal words, “ If feces were red, the whole world would be pink.” Charlie and I found this too good to pass up. A red and pink Mercator projection soon appeared in the student lab. I’m looking for updates for Linda Allen, Patricia Bax, Angela Carlton, Anne D Declue, Jackie Ellenberger, Deborah Hart, Donna Harrison, Constance Marolf, Valerie Meuller, Virginia Mugford, Shiela Nelson, Bethel Perrin, Donna Shine, Charles Spies, and Shirley Toedebusch. I have a partial location for one of the women in the rotations. The chance that this entry will initiate any further contacts is slim. However, I have the time to write this today. As sung by Trout Fishing in America, “Reminisce all night long, but you can’t get there from here.”


15 May 2013  Reminisce all night long
Cassi Creek:   Ran across a rare occurrence yesterday.  I met a Physical Therapist who very strongly resembles one of the women who did clinical rotations alongside me.  In fact, after questioning her origins and comparing a 1972 class photograph, it appears that they are related. 
          This caused me to do something I rarely do, look back at old classes and classmates.  I have a PDF copy of that composite class photograph.  That I do is also a strange coincidence but more of that later. 
          I’ve never attended a high school reunion of my graduating class, and most likely will never attend one.  I doubt that there is sufficient reason or interest in staging such an event for a 1973 MT class. 
          However, since I received the class photo, I’ve wondered about a few of the classmates I recalled most vividly.  There were two males in the class, Charlie Spies and me.  Charley was married when the class began and so was I, Both VietNam vets, we’d shared many of the preliminary courses after we returned to campus.  Charlie later was divorced from his first wife and married a classmate, Donna Shine.  I know that they worked in forensic toxicology but have no idea of their current location. 
          I recall Patty Bax who wanted the top graduating slot.  She was an extremely intense young woman, very serious student, and I seem to recall her wearing an NROTC uniform. 
          There were three young women from VietNam, b l Vui,  thưa bà Hong, andthưa bà Ha.   Ha and Hong were married and were careful to remain circumspect.  Vui was not married and I believe enjoyed her time here as much as possible.  They were participants in a medical schools exchange program.  We sent the Path Dept chair, who  returned with some serious parasitic infestations. 
          Pathologist instructors included Dr. Asa Barnes, Dr. Daniel Rosenthal, Dr. Lamont Gaston, and Dr. Wally Rogers.  One of the Path residents, a Dr. Vardiman who was a bit stiff in manner, inadvertently loaned his name to a new map projection when he uttered the semi-immortal words, “ If feces were red, the whole world would be pink.”  Charlie and I found this too good to pass up.  A red and pink Mercator projection soon appeared in the student lab. 
          I’m looking for updates for Linda Allen, Patricia Bax, Angela Carlton, Anne D Declue, Jackie Ellenberger, Deborah Hart, Donna Harrison, Constance Marolf, Valerie Meuller, Virginia Mugford, Shiela Nelson, Bethel Perrin, Donna Shine, Charles Spies, and Shirley Toedebusch. 
          I have a partial location for one of the women in the rotations.  The chance that this entry will initiate any further contacts is slim.  However, I have the time to write this today.   If you are one of the people listed above, or know one of them, I'd be happy to provide you or them with a copy of the  photos.  I'd be interested, as well, in any updates and current photos to document 40 years passing. 

          As sung by Trout Fishing in America, 
“Reminisce all night long, but you can’t get there from here.”

James S Lenon  stev.lenon@gmail.com

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

14 May 2013 Pizza from the vault.



Cassi Creek:  People consider the first language you learn to speak as a mother tongue or milk language. 
          Is there also a mother clam chowder, a mother cheeseburger or a mother pizza that drags you swiftly back, salivating uncontrollably for a long ago favorite food? 
          The first time I had a pizza that wasn’t from a freezer case or that had a chef on the mix box was in autumn 1961.  I recall going into a new restaurant in the afternoon to try their pizza.  It was more exciting than I can describe, more delicious than any I’ve ever had since then.  It was worth spending bus money and walking home from uptown for the rest of the week. 
          It was/is owned and operated by a family who emigrated from Greece.  They’ve made a tremendous success of their business. 
          The pizzas were hand tossed in the front window in full view of customers and passersby by an older family member, uncle perhaps.  He always had flour-covered hands.  The waitresses wore dark skirts and most of them had white handprints on their butts.  Not acceptable today, merely a fact of life then. 
          I’ve eaten many pizzas there, dine in or carry out.  I’ve consumed many liters of coffee waiting to sober up enough to walk to the car that magically stayed in its lane and hit nothing on or off the road.
           I can recall one night when three of us spent an evening drinking in the Missouri River bottom lands then drove back across the river to get pizza.  We tried for the angle parking in the driveway to the state capital.  Somehow, the driver managed to park parallel to the road, in newly planted flowerbeds.  We figured we’d do more damage trying to correct the error so we made it across the main street to Arris’.  The waitress immediately came over with three cups and three pots of coffee.  Miraculously, we’d done no harm to anyone but ourselves.  We somehow escaped being ticketed for the parking violation, and two of us managed to avoid losing all the coffee and pizza. 
          Here’s the web site.  Look at the 1961 prices.

Monday, May 13, 2013

13 May 2013 Wake of the flood



          It’s nearly the season for the Osage Valley/Gasconade Valley annual parish picnics and floods.  As the spring rains and snowmelt fill the Missouri, the tributaries flow is somewhat impeded. 
          In concert, the little churches formed to serve the German and French Catholic/Lutheran towns founded in the middle 19th century begin to hold their annual celebrations.  About 7 years out of 10, the Gasconade and the Osage will overflow their banks to dampen at least one picnic.  In a truly great picnic/flood season, fully 100% of the picnics will be flooded.
          These towns demonstrate the ferocity of the religious wars fought in Europe as the Germanic states began to consolidate and the immigration patterns changed.  Many French named towns were founded in the Louisiana Purchase area before and after 1803.  The incoming Germans did not wish to live with the earlier established French communities and formed their own towns further up river or along new tributaries.  There also existed animosity between German Catholic and German Lutherans causing those populations to build and to live in separate towns.  This separation existed to some degree into the middle 20th century. 
No film at 1100, the water’s too high to film and tit’s to wet to plow.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

12 May 2013 on the road again


  
Cassi Creek:   Lot’s of lyrics with this title, performed by many musicians.  Each uses the music to highlight some salient point about traveling and performing.  Some like the life find lots of pleasure in it.  Others would rather not be away from home but the bills are paid by being on the road. 

Ian and Sylvia offered us the life of a traveling drummer.  Lightfoot’s Early Morning Rain has suited many musicians while many of Lightfoot’s songs evoke the difficulty of maintaining one’s life or one’s self while touring.  “Ten degrees and getting colder”  reminds us of the musician who would very much appreciate a place to get warm and dry and may have decided to quit the road.  Ian and Sylvia’s drummer knows he has no hope of escaping the road. 
          Travling has the advantage of seeing the changes take place at a realistic pace rather than seeing them less frequently and more drastically.  But no matter how frequently or where one travels the roads will always be under repair and th ones you must take are marked “closed follow detour.”

Saturday, May 11, 2013

11 May 2013 Graduation’s almost here



Cassi Creek:  Graduation’s almost here, there, and every where.  No Film, no video, no cap and gown.

Friday, May 10, 2013

10 May 2013 Reason to believe









Cassi Creek:  I’m like far too many Americans today.  I am fed up with the partisan posturing and obstructionist policies that render our government unable to fulfill its functions.  I’m furious at the GOP and its associated base and propaganda mill, composed of ideologues who would rather destroy the nation’s economy than return to common sense politics that demand compromise on the part of both major parties. 
          I’m tired of right wing talk radio and television, working in concert with religious fundamentalists and arms merchants to destroy the former middle class and to eliminate social safety nets. 
          The opening verse of Tim Hardin’s song goes well with John King’s op-ed piece on CNN. 

A Reason to Believe
by Tim Hardin

If I listened long enough to you
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe


Someone like you makes it hard to live 
Without somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give 
Never thinking of myself

If I gave you time to change my mind
I'd find a way to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe

 Unlike Hardin, I no longer find a reason to believe.
Someone like you makes it hard to live 
Without somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give 
Never thinking of myself

If I gave you time to change my mind
I'd find a way to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe
Still I look to find a reason to believe
Still I look to find a reason to believe



Thursday, May 9, 2013

9 May 2013 Pack distraction





Cassi Creek:  The GOP and Faux News have allied again to spread the latest conspiracy theories about the incident at Benghazi.  Fox News ratings must be slipping downward along with those of the GOP legislators.  Therefore, the rush to hold another round of Congressional hearings based upon rumor, innuendo, and frank lies.    Their plan is to keep heaping such allegations of misconduct and indifference upon the White House and the State Department in order to renew the long-standing character assassination of Hillary Clinton. 
          This indicates that the GOP will be fielding another group of candidates who will rapidly become co-opted by corporate America, or who have already sold out the Constitution that they all claim to revere, The current list of potential GOP candidates for POTUS in 2016 already point to further attacks upon the middle class taxpayers, to further assaults upon women’s health and reproductive services, and more attempts to privatize government and education. 
          Voters can also look for yet another attempt to overturn the affordable health care act.  Despite the astronomical rate increases for health insurance that already take place each year, that industry and Congress will make every possible effort to increase those rip-off rates even more while simultaneously ejecting an ever larger segment of our populace from any access to health care except already over-stressed Emergency Rooms. 
          This is neither the first or last place you will encounter warnings about the use of Congressional hearings to distort recent history and to distract the voting public from the reality of events here and abroad.  Congress is blowing its dog whistles to attract the GOP base to the newest round of propaganda.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

7 May 2013 GOP destroy it to save it




Cassi Creek:  The last 5 years have been an excellent example of a tactic stemming from the VietNam war. 
'We had to destroy the village to save it'
Attributed to many different people, including war correspondent Peter Arnett who supposedly attributed the quote to an unidentified Army officer. Used circa 1968, perhaps during the bloody Tet offensive. Some people believe the phrase applies to the massacre at My Lai , where approximately 500 unarmed villagers were murdered by rampaging US troops. Army Lt. William Calley was convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment but served only three years before being pardoned by President Richard Nixon. Tim Larimer of Time magazine returned to My Lai 30 years later and said, ' My Lai 's place in American history is firmly entrenched, as a disturbing wake-up call that the US military could be as guilty of inhumane acts as any army.' A Vietnamese war veteran who returned to the village to find his entire family murdered and then hastily buried, remarked, 'There were many My Lais.' Recently the Toledo Blade corroborated his remark, uncovering other atrocities and war crimes in Vietnam. Lately the Israelis seem to have adopted the 'We had to destroy the village to save it' policy in Palestinian territory, and the likelihood is we will in Iraq , since we've asked the Israelis for advice.”
Quite a few comparisons can be made between VietNam and our wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.  Some of them are valid and some no longer have any merit, if indeed they ever did.
          What is frightening to me is that our GOP controlled House; along with the GOP base and other elected officials have spent the last 5 years doing everything they can to destroy the U.S. economy.  They, the bought and paid for Representatives for the ultra wealthy and for corporate America, are entirely willing to destroy our remaining middle class and to impoverish most of our citizens in order to provide their owners with a continued oligarchy.  I’m willing to vote them all out of office in order to clear the corruption and corporations out of congress.  2014 is a good time to begin the process. 
          Can we save Congress by demolishing it in its current configuration, or is it already too late?


         

Monday, May 6, 2013

6 May 2013 Play your numbers



Cassi Creek:  The winning number is, hopefully, 332.1
          That is a diagnosis code used in the ICD-9 to specify “Parkinsonism.”  Not Parkinson’s Disease, but manifesting symptoms common to PD while not presenting with others. 
          The medication, Sinemet, I’ve been taking, has had some effects.  Today, I did not display much in the way of tremors while in the exam room.  Yesterday, I spent most of the day trying not to drop things. 
There is a general left-sided weakness compared to my right side that the resident seemed not to notice until I pointed out the findings OT had documented.  At that point, she charted the finding.  I understand how difficult it is to see a patient once, trying to glean everything important from a computerized file and the assorted information and misinformation that the patient provides, then assess the patient for changes and other concerns.  Since Gloria notices changes in my condition more than I do, I was happy that she chose to be there with me today.
          There seems to be no marked progression.  I was told that the ugliest two or three of the “atypical Parkinson’s” are most likely not in my prognosis.  This will probably shake out as a long-term slowly progressing disorder.  There are no new magic bullets in the apparent future. 
          So I need to start pushing the VA compensation process in any manner I can find.  I may have a winning number.  However, unless it is plugged into the system if is of no value.  

Sunday, May 5, 2013

5 May 2013 The Twitching Hour



Cassi Creek:
          Tomorrow is a neurology consult.  I will be seen by at least one resident and then by the consulting/attending Neurologist.  They will hopefully sign off on the disease that they are treating.  I will get up an hour earlier tomorrow.  This is partly to do with travel times and parking.  It also concerns medication doses and schedules.  Since they have ruled out the major diseases that may mimic Parkinson’s; and since Parkinson’s remains a diagnose by exclusion, I’m going to point out that they have pretty much determined the diagnosis. 
          The major concern will be continuing the current treatment, finding a way into one of the regional VA Parkinson’s research projects, and getting the paperwork necessary to support my claim into the chart and into the “Agent Orange Fast Trak” offices.     
          I’ve been patient and polite throughout this process.  However, if the diagnosis is delayed again, or if it is somehow ruled out, there will be some loss of courtesy.  I respect physicians for their professional knowledge.  I am not now, and never have been, in awe of them.  

Saturday, May 4, 2013

4 May 2013 Hooray it’s national something week! Cassi Creek: http://www.alternet.org/sex-amp-relationships/welcome-masturbate-thon?akid=10398.1122706.57ANhI&rd=1&src=newsletter834900&t=9 “You will never be rejected by your own hands, so celebrate National Masturbation Month.” Rheumatoid arthritis may be an exception to the proclamation above. Since there is some ad agency insisting that every month of the year is in some manner linked to a commercial or cultural event, this may not be that much out of the ordinary. Certainly by today’s social media standards it is sure to widely acknowledged and disseminated. According to Wikipedia, the month of May is already committed to other significant occurances and practices. I’m sure this is only a partial list. Feel free to dredge up and add other events and descriptors as you encounter them. As with all such lists, your mileage may vary. Monthlong events in May • May is National Brain Tumor Awareness Month. (http://www.MilesForHope.org) • May is Systemic Lupus Erythematosus Awareness Month. • South Asian Heritage Month – celebration of Indian/South Asian peoples and peoples of Indian/South Asian descent worldwide • Asian Pacific American Heritage Month – celebration of Asian and Pacific Islanders in the United States. • Jewish American Heritage Month – celebration of Judaism in the United States. • Mental Health Awareness Month – raising awareness about mental illness in the United States. • National Military Appreciation Month – in the United States to recognize and honor the US Armed Forces.[1] • Skin Cancer Awareness Month • May is traditionally devoted to the Blessed Virgin Mary in Roman Catholic traditions. May crowning occurs in some locales at the beginning of the month. • In New Zealand, May is the New Zealand Music Month. • Older Americans Month in the United States, established by John F. Kennedy in 1963.[2] • National Moving Month in the United States – recognizing America's mobile roots and kicking off the busiest moving season of the year.[3] • National Smile Month in the United Kingdom • Eurovision Song Contest. • May is National amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS, also known as Lou Gehrig’s Disease) Awareness Month in the United States. • National Bike Month in the United States • May is Drinking Water Month in the United States and Canada


4 May 2013  Hooray it’s national something week!
Cassi Creek: 
          “You will never be rejected by your own hands, so celebrate National Masturbation Month.
          Rheumatoid arthritis may be an exception to the proclamation above. 
Since there is some ad agency insisting that every month of the year is in some manner linked to a commercial or cultural event, this may not be that much out of the ordinary.  Certainly by today’s social media standards it is sure to widely acknowledged and disseminated.  
According to Wikipedia, the month of May is already committed to other significant occurances and practices.  I’m sure this is only a partial list.  Feel free to dredge up and add other events and descriptors as you encounter them.  As with all such lists, your mileage may vary.

Monthlong events in May
·         May is National Brain Tumor Awareness Month. (http://www.MilesForHope.org)
·         May is Systemic Lupus Erythematosus Awareness Month.
·         South Asian Heritage Month – celebration of Indian/South Asian peoples and peoples of Indian/South Asian descent worldwide
·         Asian Pacific American Heritage Month – celebration of Asian and Pacific Islanders in the United States.
·         Jewish American Heritage Month – celebration of Judaism in the United States.
·         Mental Health Awareness Month – raising awareness about mental illness in the United States.
·         National Military Appreciation Month – in the United States to recognize and honor the US Armed Forces.[1]
·         Skin Cancer Awareness Month
·         May is traditionally devoted to the Blessed Virgin Mary in Roman Catholic traditions. May crowning occurs in some locales at the beginning of the month.
·         In New Zealand, May is the New Zealand Music Month.
·         Older Americans Month in the United States, established by John F. Kennedy in 1963.[2]
·         National Moving Month in the United States – recognizing America's mobile roots and kicking off the busiest moving season of the year.[3]
·         National Smile Month in the United Kingdom
·         Eurovision Song Contest.
·         May is National amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS, also known as Lou Gehrig’s Disease) Awareness Month in the United States.
·         National Bike Month in the United States
·         May is Drinking Water Month in the United States and Canada


Cassi Creek: 
          “You will never be rejected by your own hands, so celebrate National Masturbation Month.
          Rheumatoid arthritis may be an exception to the proclamation above. 
Since there is some ad agency insisting that every month of the year is in some manner linked to a commercial or cultural event, this may not be that much out of the ordinary.  Certainly by today’s social media standards it is sure to widely acknowledged and disseminated.  
According to Wikipedia, the month of May is already committed to other significant occurances and practices.  I’m sure this is only a partial list.  Feel free to dredge up and add other events and descriptors as you encounter them.  As with all such lists, your mileage may vary.

Monthlong events in May
·         May is National Brain Tumor Awareness Month. (http://www.MilesForHope.org)
·         May is Systemic Lupus Erythematosus Awareness Month.
·         South Asian Heritage Month – celebration of Indian/South Asian peoples and peoples of Indian/South Asian descent worldwide
·         Asian Pacific American Heritage Month – celebration of Asian and Pacific Islanders in the United States.
·         Jewish American Heritage Month – celebration of Judaism in the United States.
·         Mental Health Awareness Month – raising awareness about mental illness in the United States.
·         National Military Appreciation Month – in the United States to recognize and honor the US Armed Forces.[1]
·         Skin Cancer Awareness Month
·         May is traditionally devoted to the Blessed Virgin Mary in Roman Catholic traditions. May crowning occurs in some locales at the beginning of the month.
·         In New Zealand, May is the New Zealand Music Month.
·         Older Americans Month in the United States, established by John F. Kennedy in 1963.[2]
·         National Moving Month in the United States – recognizing America's mobile roots and kicking off the busiest moving season of the year.[3]
·         National Smile Month in the United Kingdom
·         Eurovision Song Contest.
·         May is National amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS, also known as Lou Gehrig’s Disease) Awareness Month in the United States.
·         National Bike Month in the United States
·         May is Drinking Water Month in the United States and Canada