Peoples Attitudes, Depression, Roadkill Recipes and Other Thoughts

[SteelMaiden]

Since we have so many subjects going on here, I hope I don't get lost.

1) Schools:
OH, yeah. I spend so much time on the phone to the superintendent that the county paid for caller ID, so he could hide.

2) EMTs:
Uh-huh, my twenty closest friends at work are all on volunteer fire/rescue. Most folks won't sit down with us at lunch time.

3) Road-kill:
See #2.

4) Public protectors and fixer-uppers
I have found that I can combine all my skills as Quality manager, Auditor, EMT. Someone walked of with my radio (communication device, not gosh that was good music) so when I found out where it went using my auditor skills, I calmly explained why an EMTs radio is of vital importance when that is part of the job they are paid to do (using personal communications skills honed as quality manager). Then I proceded to tell them that if I did not get my radio back immediately (auditor skills again, being assertive) they'd get first hand experience seeing what an excellent emergency medical technician I really am.
See also #3.

Hey, it's Friday, and it's been a long and hairy week!

 

[Al Dyer]

Does that mean you don't like skates!!!

 

[energy]

never ate one

Originally posted by Al Dyer
Does that mean you don't like skates!!!

I've caught many. They are such a detestable creature. I won't even touch one. I use a glove and a knife, if you get my drift. Actually, their diet isn't much different than that of a Lobster or a Crab. And those are delicious. The skate is a bottom feeder, but they will take bait such as squid, worm and mummies. Their tail which can hurt you and the roughness of the hide make them a pain in the as- to get the hook out. Usually, if there are lot of Skate, the water isn't as pristine as it should be. They compete with Flounder and often found near them. Flounder is excellent, but the thought of eating one of these crap eaters just turns me off. Maybe, it's just a mental thing. I've heard of people punching out the wings, similar to cutting out a shark fin to eat it. Just not me. As far as putrifying them as a requirement to eat them in Iceland, they are, and those that eat them, already putrid. No I don't like skates. But, I will consider trying one out on the highway to see if they press well under the wheels of my truck! It will be interesting to see how far I can slide when I brake on one them.

 

[Randy]

Back to the staged hunting comments.

I've been on quite a few of those outside of Liquor Stores and 7-11's. Hunting was pretty good, no bag limit, but you couldn't keep what you shot.

I've also participated in a staged hunting event or 2 in the past where the weapon of choice was either a bunch of F-4's or a herd of B-52's "There was very little left to recover"

 

[energy]

Has this happened to you?

Originally posted by Randy
Back to the staged hunting comments.
I've also participated in a staged hunting event or 2 in the past where the weapon of choice was either a bunch of F-4's or a herd of B-52's "There was very little left to recover"

You've just left your favorite Army/Navy store after purchasing a new sheath for your favorite bayonet. You know, the one that you honed for hours while you watch Vietnam War footage? As you are walking along, trying to remember where you parked because you are excited about the new purchase, you sit down on the curb to take one more look at it. The next thing you know there are flashes of blinding light lighting up the sky. You scream out "Incoming" and scramble for shelter under the nearest obstacle. After the flashes subside, you return to your previous position. There it comes again. Lights in the sky, a dash for cover.

Then, you feel something tugging on your sleeve and a voice says "Hey, Buddy, are you all right? You then realize it was morning when you started this jaunt to the store, but now it's pitch black out. You look around and wonder why you are hugging a parking meter and a large uniformed Policeman is standing over you shining a flashlight in your face. He tells you that he has been trying to get you to stop diving under the automobile next to you for a long time, but every time he shined his light on you, you screamed "Incoming", brandished that newly aquired sheath and growled at him from under the gas tank of your car.

If this sounds familiar, or anything mildly like it, it just may be Agent Orange Syndome. Think about getting a check up!

 

[Al Dyer]

You are wicked Bill!!!!!!!!!

 

[energy]

What!

Originally posted by Al Dyer
You are wicked Bill!!!!!!!!!

What ever do you mean?

This is case history! It actually gets worse. The parking meter that this guy was hugging represents midnight rides on the front of a service Jeep careening down dark dirt covered roads. You know, the stanchions welded on the front of the jeep bumpers to catch those wires strung across the road by Charlie to decapitate unsuspecting serviceman coming home from a night on the town? After consuming copious amounts of beer, some people, in order to show others that you have what it takes, place themselves in front of the pipe, usually facing front with their hands grasping the stanchion behind them and while reaching speeds of 50mph, yelling "Semper Fi", return to base unharmed. The position that this hapless individual demonstated by hugging the meter indicates a less heroic posture performing this act of bravery, usually accompanied by screams of "Mama".
It's real, Man. Hey, I don't make up this stuff!

 

[Randy]

It's pretty much right on, but I'm not that bad anymore. I do still have a tendency to startle when a noise like an explosion or gunfire is close (it could be a couple of boards being tossed off a truck or a backfire or a kids balloon popping). My reaction many times is to crouch, turn into the noise and bring my weapon up. Kind of embarrassing in a Mall or parking lot

I did choke the crap out of mom when she woke me up one day right after I came home.....dad had to explain to her why I needed a little space (dad had 5 tours as an Air Force guy).

I adjusted real quick and became normal as my police career progressed and drove me crazy in other ways

Of course the smell of fish sauce and open sewage still brings on some memories

 

[Al Dyer]

For one of the times in my life I can say that I am trruly sorry for making lite of a serious situation. You and Randy have my respect and admiration.

 

[energy]

Not me!

Thanks, but the closest thing I saw to action was taking fly by pictures of Russian Trawlers making their way up the eastern seaboard. We were about 50 ft above the deck. Loved it! I got great pictures of them waving ( or flipping us off) and smiling as they secured the tarps over their snooping devices on deck. But, I did imagine that my camera was a rocket launcher. Randy, well, he was in the trenches!