Those scary old wildfires


It is dry here in the Southeast edge of Texas. But it isn’t as dry as areas to the north and west of here where wildfires are doing some serious damage. I hope it stays that way.

Almost a quarter-million acres of land have been scorched in Texas since Dec. 26, 2005, according to the Governor’s Office of Emergency Management. Some 238 homes have burned since that time and the fires have caused several fatalities.

More than 20 years ago I worked as a municipal firefighter in a town of about 30,000 people. Primarily we fought structure fires — houses and buildings — but we also battled our share of grass and woods fires. Grass fires can be downright scary. I mean, you wouldn’t think of grass burning as particularly scary compared, say to a huge warehouse or home on fire. But they are deceptively frightening.

I remember this fire one time in a pasture. It was on a spring day with extremely low humidity and gusty winds. My acting lieutenant and I drove our fire engine out in the pasture and the big vehicle got stuck. I can’t remember if I was driving or if Ron was. It didn’t matter.

Very quickly the small fire we were fighting turned bigger and we soon were out of water. I remember using pine tops and even my bunker coat in a feeble attempt to beat out the flames which soon became head high. Luckily, our lieutenant (who was off duty that day) happened to be at our station and heard our radio call for help. He drove out a reserve engine we had at the station which had a hose on a front bumper platform. Unlike our motionless pumper, which was in danger of being torched, this reserve truck could be driven while water was being pumped through the hoses. It saved old Engine 318 and may have saved me. That experience gave me a new, healthy respect for grass fires.

Hopefully the firefighters battling these blazes in Texas, Oklahoma and elsewhere will get a handle on all the blazes. I also hope they stay safe doing it.

A matter of (anti)trust


Once upon a time something existed called monopolies. Then anti-trust laws were enacted and enforced to break up monopolies. Remember Ma Bell? Well, apparently no one remembers this anymore. Big companies, big gigantic, enormous, all consuming humongus, freaking companies now rule the world. Forget the Red Scare, we all have been made subservient to large corporations. Time Warner is a good example. Now I have always liked Time magazine and Warner Bros. films and CNN but the company is just out of control. And my cable and Internet company, Time Warner Cable, does have a monopoly in my city.

As I mentioned yesterday I have had problems with my so-called “high-speed” Internet Roadrunner service. It’s not high-speed and it just quits working for large portions of the day. And the company says they will send a repair person out 1) when hell freezes over 2)whenever they like 3)never, may you rot in hell 4)when you decide you no longer want the company’s services. Take your pick.

Well, I guess I don’t need Internet service anyway, huh? I’m just a writer. I can get out that old Smith-Corona and pound out hard copy draft after hard copy draft and send it by the U.S. Mail. I’ll surely be competing in the market place that way.

It is funny when politicians talk about the importance of small businesses. It’s funny sad, not funny ha, ha. Actually, it’s not funny at all. The politicians are all talking through their asses because they don’t give a s**t about small businesses. They care about the meglacorps like Time Warner. Who can’t get off their asses and make my Internet service work like it should. I suppose they are too busy raising funds for their PACs. Oh well. It’s not like I’m cynical.

Some people never learn


The guy who lives in the apartment next to me violated his parole. He was only five months away from finishing his parole when, on New Year’s Eve, he took off his electronic monitoring bracelet and was apparently on his way to Mississippi when he was caught.

I don’t feel sorry for him. He’s a convicted child molester, one of two who live in my small apartment complex. Some great company, huh? I had no say over their moving in here.

This neighbor who violated his parole spent about 10 years in prison for indecency with an 11-year-old child. I looked up his record on PublicData the other day and found it was his second time in the joint. The first time was 7 years for burglary in Mississippi.

I only mention the episode because it raises the whole can of worms that is deviant behavior. I guess the question can be asked: Why do people commit acts that can land them years in prison? Then the second question: Why do people get themselves in trouble all over again?

Perhaps incarceration is a deterrent to some and not to others. It’s certainly a deterrent to me. When I had to interview someone in jail or in prison, just hearing those hard steel doors clang shut behind me sent a shiver up my spine. It said: “Be good.” Or at least, be legal. Human beings are some weird creatures aren’t they?

A post about nothing


Greetings from the Barnes & Noble in Beaumont, Texas, on this second day of 2006. And a mighty fine day it is, he said facetiously. The fact that I am blogging from B&N rather than from home might provide a clue. It seems my high-speed Internet seems to have a case of the slows. Time Warner Roadrunner’s been doing downers I guess. The hell if I know.

The wonderful (man I am being so facetious today)customer service people at Time Warner told me a service technician would come by sometime between 8 a.m. and 6 p.m. this week. That is as specific as she could get. What do you think would happen if I said: “I might pay my cable bill sometime between now and May.” Uh huh.

Fortunately, the new year hasn’t been a complete washout. I had my blackeye peas yesterday. Then a friend and I went to see “Walk the Line,” the biopic about the early career days of Johnny Cash. I’m not being facetious here. That is the best new film I’ve seen in a long time.

It was a very intense film. That is about the best I could sum it up. The story which includes the Man in Black dealing with the childhood death of his brother and later Cash’s struggles with drug addiction provided a lot of intensity in the story line. And the music was intense. There were a couple of times I wanted to start clapping and hollering after a musical number. Thank goodness I didn’t. My friend told me this old guy sitting next to her was singing along with all the lyrics. I can relate.

I thought the acting by Joaquin Phoenix as Cash and Reese Witherspoon as June Carter was superb. I’m no film critic. I just know what I like and I liked. Funny, I guess from some of her past films I never saw, I had Witherspoon pegged as a lightweight. She rocked in this movie though.

It’s getting rather noisy in here. Mostly it’s the expresso racket from the Starbuckets, where I guess if you want to get technical is where I am even though I am inside a B&N. And it’s a holiday so a lot of rug rats are scurrying about. If I catch my home PC for a few minutes when it’s coming down from the Reds or ‘Ludes or whatever it’s on, I might do a little more posting today. Otherwise …

Happy 2006!

Now I’ve got to remember to write “2006” rather than “2005.” Man! It’s always something.