Virtually working from the second floor of 111 West Main Street in La Grange, Kentucky today. It’s 25F, windy, and very light snow.
The sounds of the traffic are comforting, and CSX manages to send a train right down the middle of Main Street every hour or so.
It’s a small town, but only an adrenalin junkie would dare call this place “boring.”
I’m taking the advantage of the New Year’s break to completely rethink my workflow. One look at this desk should suggest why.
Virtually working from the Amtrak station at La Plata, Missouri this morning.
Sending love and prayers to the Amtrak passengers and crew affected by the derailment in Washington state, and to their families.
UPDATE: If I had a nickel for every UPS piggyback I saw go by on a train today, I could take a week’s vacation in New York. Clearly, ’tis the season for UPS shareholders.
Last month I talked about the President’s Challenge and the Presidential Active Lifestyle Award (PALA) as being important incentives to changing my thinking and my lifestyle, to getting me off my ass, off of fast food, and onto a much better life.
After earning the PALA four times, I decided to take on a much tougher challenge, the Presidential Champions Award. I managed to make it to the Bronze Award last year, and was starting work on Silver when the program was terminated on August 10.
I’m incredibly proud of this award, which is the highest recognition that I have received for any physical activity since I was in High School. It took me the better part of a year to complete the requirements, and by the time I had completed it, fitness had become a part of my life, rather than something that intimidated me.
Aaron at school, getting his mind around the devastation.
We will rebuild.
Even better than before.
Thanks and best wishes to the Ventura County Fire Department, the Los Angeles County Fire Department, CalFire, the thousands of firefighters who responded from ten states, and the crew from Lake Dillon, Colorado (WL-8) who walked every inch of the OVS grounds making sure that the fire was “cold out” in and around the campus.
A tiny LZ in city park. Trecherous 45-knot winds. Blowing debris and embers. And still, this guy lands on a dime, takes on fuel, takes on water, and heads off to make water drops on the fire less than two miles from this spot. We sat and watched this scene at Ventura Community Park for probably half an hour. Two helicopters were bombing the fire in this division area, each making a drop every five minutes.
There was not a single firefighter on the lines of the Thomas fire without gigantic cojones, especially on this first morning when it felt like absolutely nothing could stop this hell-beast from burning the entire county, or the state. But the people with the biggest ones of all were the men and women making air drops from helicopters in conditions that kept fixed-wing bombers on the ground.