Saturday, May 13, 2017

A Measure of Success

The email was a surprise and then it wasn’t. The man was in my scout troop in San Francisco thirty years ago and as a teen was not the best example of the principles of Scouting. In his first interaction with my son, Matt was left in tears. The man tracked me down on the Web in order to make amends. Although unnecessary from my point of view I recognized this step in recovery and agreed to help.

I became a scoutmaster mostly to insure that Matt had a safe experience. Boys can be bullies and some adults can be rather juvenile. It was best to take on some responsibility. The Boy Scouts are great with their training and they had wonderful resources for activities particularly camping. I enjoyed my own scout experience and had a great time in San Francisco doing all the things my first troop did not. My volunteerism became a part-time job and excellent managerial training for my day job. I never had a goal of transforming anyone’s life, but I hoped to add molecular experiences that nudged a few of them in positive directions. The man who wanted to talk on the phone was not one of the bright spots. By the time I joined the troop he had been there several years and had met other adult leaders. Within a year or two the man received his Eagle and left for college. My goal with him was to keep him from hurting others.

Fast-forward thirty years. He explained he was sober now and wanted to apologize for things he had done as a scout. I accepted his amends and offered the one enduring memory I had of him. The occasion was a Court of Honor, the annual troop awards ceremony attended by the families. The scouts received their merit badges and their promotions, and the adults got kudos for their contributions followed by juice and cake.

The seventeen-year old came to the event in his scout uniform with his dad in a suit and tie. The dad was falling down drunk, literally. The young man held his father up and, despite my low opinion of him the mortification and shame on his face just about broke my heart. His family secret was public as if his pants had fallen down. He remembered that episode too amid the rest of the violence and abuse as he grew up. Still, he did not sound like he blamed anyone else for his actions. He took full responsibility.

The man commented that my positive comments and my encouragement of him and the other boys really stuck with him. The other adults in his life were probably just keeping order and annoyed because he was such a jerk. I approached leadership and even parenthood and grandparenthood with how would I want to be treated here? How does a four-year old or a fifteen-year old or a rookie investigator want to be talked to, to feel respected?

Well I guess it worked. In addition to the call last week I’ve had other compliments like “best boss” and “someone to look up to.” Those are good to hear.

The man asked how he could make it up to the troop so I suggested he call the Scouts and volunteer. Maybe he will learn what I learned.


Thursday, February 16, 2017

46

The number refers to the 46th president of the United States probably Mike Pence. It is clear to me that number 45 is cruising to either an impeachable offense or resignation both under pressure from a Congress dominated by Republicans. Get enough Republicans to realize 45 is dangerous not just to the nation, but to the their own political fortunes and the machine will grind out an end to the most embarrassing episode in American political history.

Just yesterday, a cabinet nominee withdrew because he could not get 50 Republican votes in the Senate allegedly because he didn't pay taxes on a domestic worker. All the other nominees and even the SCOTUS pick will probably be confirmed, but the solid wall of Republican votes is cracked. In my view the removal of 45 is inevitable.

Two presidents have been impeached, Andrew Johnson and Bill Clinton, both unsuccessfully. Johnson was acquitted in 1868 by a single vote in the senate, but his administration was nearly over. What did happen was that Congress assumed the dominant role in government for the next generation. Since Lyndon Johnson, the presidency has assumed more and more power and the Congress acquiesced. Things are shifting the other way even now.

Number 46 will not have an agenda other than the one determined by Congress dominated by the Republicans. Will he be satisfied with 45's cabinet picks? I suspect that even now the VP's insiders are constructing a new White House. Just as in pool, don't look at the next shot, look at the one after.


Monday, December 12, 2016

Preaching to the Choir

I am as disappointed as anyone about the apparent election of Donald Trump. I say apparent because he did not get the most votes and recounts in states with critical electoral votes have not been completed. Trump will be inaugurated as president in January. I see reports of street protests, editorials bemoaning the prospects of the Trump Administration, and even calls for “resistance.”
What does that mean, resistance? Resist what? I surfed the headlines of a Trump Resistance group on Facebook and felt like I was looking at the mirror image of the alt-right. There are online petitions to oppose Trump’s campaign promises like some kind of Muslim registry, but Trump has already backed out of many promises. No need to resist things he is not going to do.
Trump’s cabinet picks are right out of the Republican talent pool. They will go from splashing around in the shallow end to swimming the deep end of DC where their departments are legislated to implement policies like clean water and collecting taxes. Failure or refusal to perform leaves the department head open to a lawsuit. DC lawyers are leasing more copy machines to meet the demand. Changing the laws have to go through Congress, controlled by Republicans, but with a Democrat filibuster in place. No resistance needed there. Save your bandwidth and quit complaining to people who already agree with you. 
Instead of resistance, the rest of us should be lining up behind the reforms that will prevent a minority of voters from choosing a majority of electors. At the state level gerrymandering has resulted in Democrats getting the most votes, but Republican candidates getting elected.
There’s no guarantee that idiots won’t get elected, but at least they can be elected by a majority of the voters. 

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

The Day After

Unless the members of the electoral college surprise us Donald Trump will be president on January 20. I am just as disappointed as a majority of US voters, but I don't feel compelled to whine and bellyache and march and publish some sort of apocalyptic screed which seems to be the currency online now.

The election was entirely constitutional and we need to accept it and push ahead with changes to make it all more equitable. The best ideas I have heard are

  • A National Popular Vote agreement where states allocate their electoral votes according to the national vote instead of the statewide vote. R voters in a state like Washington are overwhelmed by the D voters and Washington electors vote D. Candidates don't bother much in Washington. Instead they spend their time and money in swing states. Ten states have signed on for this system. 
  • To avoid Gerrymandering by the party in control of a state legislature either have non-partisan redistricting commissions or redraw the congressional districts entirely to super districts each with several members of Congress. Ranked choice voting—first second and third—would allow the majority to elect candidates, but the minority gets candidates too. 
  • Ranked choice voting and instant runoff allows a first, second, and third choice to determine the two choices for the general election. 
None of this requires a constitutional amendment and benefits all the parties. 

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Online discourse

I am being charitable in the term discourse.

Recently I added a comment to a Youtube file, the audio of fire department radio transmissions following a spectacular gas explosion. I was critical of the commander's conduct on the air, something I think I can do based on both my professional background and the fact that I am a tax payer in Seattle.

I was quickly flamed by anonymous posters who not only disagreed that the commander's conduct was inadequate, but castigated me for being critical of a first responder. What would I have done? I finally took down the original post and reposted with a link to a news video of the distraught commander in the arms of a subordinate.

What I would have done was not the point. The point was, what should the commander ($200,000 paycheck and decades of experience) have done? Are first responders somehow immune from comment because of their position. These are highly paid and well trained professionals. Their concern should be in doing as good a job as possible and then doing it better the next time. The idea that police and fire can never do wrong is just wrong.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Complete Sentences

In the cacophony that is the presidential campaign I have not seen any discussion how candidate Trump seems unable to formulate complete sentences and coherent paragraphs. His speeches and now his debate responses are more like a poetry slam than political discourse. It is interesting to transcribe the words and see how disorganized the communications are.

Language is a function of thought and I have to conclude that such disorganization is a reflection not just of Mr. Trump's thought patterns, but reflective of the personalities he draws around him. His staff and close supporters either are not concerned about this or do not notice. These are the personalities that would implement his policies if elected and this is troubling as well. A president fills something like 7,500 appointive positions who are selected for their political loyalty. These positions can do a lot of good and a lot of damage.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Bigfoot200

Bigfoot 200 is an endurance run from south of Mount St. Helens to Randle, Washington. It is put on by a company that stages one smaller race here and a similar race at Lake Tahoe. The whole endurance running scene is quite colorful. Ham radio licensees provide much valued support since there is no telephone, no electricity, no cell service, and no Internet. The mountains prove a huge technical challenge for us, but we did it. 

Friday afternoon

Here I am in the Mount St. Helens blast zone. The trees that were killed and snapped in two in the eruption are like white skeletons all over the hillsides with little in the way of mature trees to replace them. Norway Pass Aid Station is a Sno Park—parking lot, vault toilet and water—maintained by the National Park Service. The aid station crew consists of Todd and his family and Todd the Medical Director. I designated them Race Todd and Medical Todd for the purposes of radios. Medical Todd is a fire fighter/EMT from Tucson and watches runners as they come through. Mostly he treats their feet. Our station is number five or six on the race and we have yet to see anyone. The aid station crew has a grill going and is cutting up fruit. There are about 60 runners that will come through here between about 9pm and 9pm tomorrow.

There are two other hams at the radio station. One is Tom and he got here yesterday to watch the meteor showers. I asked him how he got into ham radio and he said to track sasquatches. He then launched forth into a diatribe on sasquatches, Adolph Hitler as a hireling of the British Secret Service and Jefferson Davis as a hireling of the British Secret Service. Jim is the other ham.


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Saturday morning

It got cold in the night. I went from tee and shorts to jeans, long sleeves, jacket, and stocking cap. The rest stop looks like a picnic buffet with gas grills and snacks. Around a fireplace are camp chairs where volunteers and runners can enjoy some warmth. All of this is under awnings.


The first runner arrived at 1am. They have headlamps and in the dark they walk rather than run. Some spent the night at the prior aid station and some stayed on the trail and even slept on the trail.

Our radio effort is over staffed so it was possible to get some sleep in the truck. I got cold a couple times and used the fire and then snuggled in the sleeping bag with the seat full reclined.

At dawn I enjoyed a breakfast burrito and fruit. Now we are waiting for the sun to come up and get us warm again. As I write this just before 7 we have about a third of the runners through. They have until 5pm to pass here before the cut off and things close down.

Runners and their crews are crashed out in cars, in a special tent for the runners, and just bedded down in the parking lot. These runners are an interesting breed, very spare, very focused, obsessive even. Most use two walking sticks and all have special packs that fit tight to their backs and contain a water bladder.

The night sky is amazing. I so rarely get to see the night sky with all the stars particularly after the 3/4 moon (technically waxing gibbous) went down. We didn't see the meteor shower probably because of the clouds. I just stood under the stars and recalled all those nights as a kid looking up in wonder.

Saturday will be a lot of waiting around since the other two guys can handle all this. One guy could handle this. A difference between us is that they are all spread out with their camping gear, radios, tables, and antenna(s). I've got everything in the truck and am one minute from being able to drive out of here. If any runners need transport I may volunteer to make the trip so the medics aren't taken off the field.

Saturday evening
I am at Klickitat Aid Station sitting around a collection of delightful people waiting for runners. The sun is in a clear blue sky and our principle concern is finding shade. Those in attendance include 1) medic from Cowlitz County, 2) a Romanian couple and their non-English speaking family who have set up the aid station with cook stoves, tables, canopies, and food, food, food, (they call me Meester Dave), 3) two moms in a new RV camp trailer, 4) a photographer "Ponch" who looks like the male antagonist in a telenovella, and a half dozen pacers, people who run and walk along with the runners. The aid station has a pile of "drop bags" with runners' supplies. Sleep tents allow runners to rest. The women here are very fit :) and inked.




My ham partners are Dave from Edmonds and Brian from Maple Valley. It is necessary to set up a cross-band repeater, a remote station in Dave’s truck at the top of the hill. It repeats our signals from the aid station to the main repeater which sends to all stations. Brian volunteered for hermit duty at the top of the hill to keep things going there like our radio progenitors on the rocky, stormy coast of Nova Scotia tapping out messages. Only Brian reads and tends batteries and a generator.

This is deep forest, unlike the blast zone. Thirty miles in from the main road on gravel. I got some great pics of Mount Adams in the dusk with the moon and again in the dawn. I slept in the truck overnight as well as in my own bed and awoke at 6:30. What an adventure.

The race is going slower than had been planned, but the runners determine their own pace. As a result there is plenty of food and passersby (this is a busy forest on a Sunday) are offered a taste. I suggested that these aid stations could be venues for cooking competitions. The runners are funny. They are so focused (obsessed?) that they know exactly what they want to eat and drink and it isn't much. So we eat the rest. There is even beer (I have had just one since Friday afternoon).

I will be here until Monday evening. I haven't decided if I will try to return to Seattle then or not. It's a long haul down the road and then three hours to Seattle. I will see.

There no toilets at Klickitat. The facility consists of one shovel which I have dubbed the Unisex Rest Room. We take the shovel signaling that the facility is in use. On my visit I was treated to wild blueberries in front of me. What an adventure. There are a lot of people at the aid station and I make my administrative stops up at the top of the hill where Brian has a shovel and handiwipes. What did the Pilgrims do without handiwipes?



The Klickitat Aid Station is at a wide spot in the road where there are tents, RVs, canopies, cooking areas, generators and a circle of camp chairs around a steel fireplace imported for the purpose. A large tarp holds the drop bags, the supplies that each runner stages forward. As I write this the volunteers are sorting bags in the cool morning to ship forward. Things are quieter since there are not the family and friends of runners hanging around. We are waiting for about 22 people to pass through the station before the station closes at 8:30 pm. Anyone who arrives after that is pulled from the race.

The food and coffee continues to flow. The head of the aid station is an air conditioning contractor from Portland, a native of Romania. He has members of the extended family who do not speak English and work in the kitchen, chop wood and smile. He is Giuliano and his wife is Veronica, in charge of the kitchen. They call me "Meester Dave."

I worked overnight. I went to bed in the truck at 9 pm and set the alarm for midnight. I relieved partner Dave who got my seat in the truck. Overnight was busy as runners came in out of the woods, their bouncing headlamps the first indication they were approaching. The medical director is a Tucscon fireman who focuses on their cognition and general health and spends most of his time on their feet. He undertakes a ritualistic examination of skin and toes and heels and applies carefully cut bits of tape and moleskin. It was cold and the fire was a lifesaver. At dawn Dave relieved me and I got about an hour and a half sleep. I'm stinky and scruffy. All day and into the evening I am changing clothes, shorts and tee when it gets hot and gradually going to jeans, long sleeves, jacket and stocking cap at night. I change my pants next to my truck. 


Our job is to send and receive lists of runner arrival and departure times and verifying their locations. Each runner carries a satellite tracker, but these are not foolproof. There are also requests for supplies and other administrative messages. 

I got done at 5pm Monday and got home at 9:30. I can't wait until the next one.