My current project ends today, after sixteen months of intense work that had me covering a dozen or so sites in Canada, The U.S. and Mexico. A successful end to a successful piece of consulting work, which will be suitably celebrated with a bit of fine Scotch, a good cigar, and much of next week at the gun club.
I have a bid out on a short-termer- four weeks doing a gap assessment. Guess where.
So, something a little different today. Last weekend I had a Saturday and Sunday to kill in Massachusetts, and so I decided to explore. It was a bright, sunny weekend. I spent much of Saturday mooching around Cape Anne, mostly in Gloucester (which, for unknown reasons, is pronounced “Gloster”) and swung by the Lexington/Concord battle road in the afternoon. Sunday I wandered down to Cape Cod, walked a ways down a south-facing beach, then wandered up to Plymouth where I saw, among other things, a famous rock. Photos follow.
Lexington/Concord (hallowed ground, this):
And, finally, Cape Cod and Plymouth. I’m wondering if that’s actually really the rock – who knows? But it’s in the right place.
Moving right along: The Traveling Life has some drawbacks. Among those are days like yesterday, when I traveled from Knoxville, TN to Boston, MA, via Washington-Dulles. Traveling this time of year is always problematic where weather is concerned, and yesterday was no exception; weather delayed my first flight’s landing by a half-hour. That, combined with the necessity of schlepping all the way across the airport, conspired to make me miss my Boston flight by mere moments; fortunately United Airlines, in a display of efficiency, automatically rebooked me.
On a 10:00PM flight, arriving in Boston near midnight. Combine that with finding my checked bag, hailing an Uber ride to Waltham, and I did not lay my head on a hotel pillow until close to 1AM this morning.
So, True Believers, I will ask your forgiveness for the lack of deep thoughts and news of the day today. As a palliative, please enjoy this sample of toothsome totty from the archives.
This week’s work-related travel finds me in the burgeoning metropolis of McAllen, Texas, preparing to head south of the Rio Grande to Reynosa, Mexico, to deliver three day’s worth of training. Yr, obdt. as well as my two colleagues will be staying here in McAllen, as Reynosa is… somewhat unsettled.
Last time we were here there was a carjacking in front of the plant. When asked if I felt safe in Reynosa, my reply was “sure, I haven’t felt this safe anywhere since Iraq.” This is what the War on Drugs has given us.
After the esteemed actor Philip Seymour Hoffman died in February 2014, press coverage of the “heroin epidemic” exploded. Mentions of that phrase in the newspaper and wire service articles cataloged by Nexis rose from 681 in 2013 to 3,222 in 2014, an increase of almost 400 percent. Yet Hoffman—who by his own account used heroin in his early 20s, then abstained for more than two decades before taking up the habit again in 2013—was hardly representative of the upward trend in heroin use that began around 2008, which consisted mainly of people trying the drug for the first time.
Hoffman was typical in at least one respect, however. He died not from a “heroin overdose,” as widely reported, but from “mixed drug intoxication” involving cocaine, amphetamine, and benzodiazepines as well as heroin. The combination of heroin and benzodiazepines, a class of drugs that includes Valium and Xanax, presumably was what killed him, since both depress respiration. The dangerous combination of depressants is a very common theme in so-called heroin overdoses, a fact that may help explain why such deaths have climbed dramatically in recent years—more dramatically than you would expect based on the increase in heroin consumption.
Note that it was the combination of drugs, not the heroin itself, that killed Hoffman. Think about that for a moment. Is it possible – just possible – that legal, regulated sales of heroin would be quality controlled and dosed to prevent these kinds of events?
It may be so. But the current War on Drugs has certainly not done anything to reduce the incidents of addiction and overdoses, while it has been damaging to the civil liberties of addicts and non-addicts alike. We learned a lesson from Prohibition where alcohol was concerned.
Maybe it’s time we learned a similar lesson on drugs.
An American Airlines flight attendant faces federal charges after she began attacking fellow crew members and U.S. marshals on both legs of an international flight from Charlotte.
Joanne Snow is charged with interference with flight crew members and attendants, and assault on an officer or employee of the United States, according to court documents related to the case.
Snow’s erratic behavior disrupted both legs of American flight 704 from Charlotte to Frankfurt, Germany, on Nov. 23 and 24, according to a federal affidavit.
According to the affidavit by federal Air Marshal Joseph D. Fialka, who was assigned to the round trip, Snow slapped other flight attendants and shoved, punched or kicked at marshals. Fialka says that other flight attendants told him before takeoff from Charlotte that they had tried to have Snow removed from duty but that American did not replace her.
What’s interesting about this is that American apparently let Ms. Snow on a second flight after disrupting the first. A passenger would have been booted and probably placed immediately under arrest, not to mention likely ending up on a no-fly list.
Now, spending a lot of time in air travel can be stressful. Really stressful. But flight crew should be professionals, and accustomed to the vagaries of airline excursions. Ms. Snow should find herself seeking a new line of work after this outburst – one that doesn’t require travel.
This bright Monday morning finds yr. obdt. in Guadalajara!
It’s always interesting – and a neat perquisite of The Traveling Life – to see places like this. I went from 26 degrees in Denver this morning to 80 degrees and some impressive humidity here in Jalisco State this afternoon. Being the curious sort who likes to get out and about, I went on a brief (two cigar) walkabout this afternoon, and had a mushroom/sausage pizza and a couple of cervezas at a local place, both of which were pretty tasty.
Since yesterday was a long and tiring day and today is shaping up to be another long and tiring day, I’ll let some pictures do the talking of a few thousand words.
Yesterday’s totty was, as mentioned, due to a short-notice trip from Salt Lake City to Boston, in Sunday evening, back Tuesday morning. Too quick to see anything in Beantown; there’s a lot of history in the area that would be interesting to view. Breed’s Hill, the old Boston Common, the Old North Church, and so on. I can’t abide the predominant politics of the Boston area, but there’s still a lot of American history in the area and one day I hope to have a better look around.
Not this time. But the current project should have me back in Boston a few more times before we’re done. (Also such places as Montreal, Guadalajara, Toledo, Los Angeles, Reynosa and Dallas.)
Moving on: I think I need one of these. A real, effective live bird simulator that tosses clay birds on unpredictable paths could be a lot of fun. Much as I love a few good rounds of 16 yard trap or a spot of sporting clays, the birds in both games fly in known arcs. A more unpredictable clay-tosser may be more realistic practice for live birds.
Of course, good shooting technique is good shooting technique – and no matter how unpredictable the thrower, it can’t completely simulate the powered flight of a live bird.
A short post today, due to travel yesterday and a new project starting this morning. Nobody ever said running a consulting business was easy.
The drive from Denver to Ogden was interesting, as it frequently is this time of year. From Denver to Laramie was easy, with just a bit of snow starting from just south of the Wyoming border. But I-80 from Laramie to just past Rawlins was a mess – wet, slushy and slick, with several jackknifed tractor-trailers on some of the higher areas. Still, this northern route is frequently a safer bet this time of year than the southern route across I-70 to I-15, as that latter route takes you across several high mountain passes that can be treacherous in bad weather. The Wyoming route passes through high, open, rather desolate country that can see some nasty winds and drifts, but the altitude rarely pops up above 8000 feet or so.
Navigating the West in winter can be a tricky business.
But, all is done, Rojito handled the wintry roads with its usual aplomb, and here we are ensconced in an Ogden hotel room until Friday – when the return trip across the same route will hopefully see better conditions.
Stay warm, True Believers! Regular posts will resume tomorrow.
Looks like yr. obdt. will be heading back to work soon, and not in any of the anticipated/feared locations (Cleveland or Frisco.) No, it looks like the upcoming 3-6 month gig will be in a place I’ve worked before and loved – Ogden, Utah.
1) John Browning’s birthplace. Seriously, maybe some of that gun designer genius will rub off? If any True Believers happen to find themselves in Ogden, I highly recommend a visit to the Browning museum. The hand-made prototypes of world-changing guns like the 1911 and the Auto-5 alone are worth the visit.
2) Climate/location. 8 hours from home by Rojito, 90 minutes by air. Same time zone as the homestead. Pretty much the same mild winters, at least compared to the upper Midwest where I’ve spent the last two winters. Arrival will be too late for grouse hunting or much else, but rabbit seasons are open until end of February, so it may be worth taking a .22 along.
3) Scenery. My previous visit to Ogden got cut short before I could get a good look at the Great Salt Lake, a genuinely unique landmark in this area – and the Wasatch Mountains are a great place to spend a weekend bumming around.
4) Folks. Say what you will about Mormons, but in my experience they are some of the nicest, friendliest folks around – and there are enough gentiles in the Ogden area (gentile being the Mormon term for any non-Mormon) that I can get a beer if I want one.
So, it looks like a good gig coming up. It may lack some of the perks of other locations I’ve worked, like southern California’s salubrious climate and ample supply of the Feminine Aesthetic, or Japan’s great food, beautiful scenery and wonderful wackiness, or Minnesota’s incredible fishing, but all in all I’ll take Ogden.
Travel will probably happen in the next few days. And now that I’ve got my excitement about the new gig out in the open, regular news/commentary posts will return tomorrow at the latest.