Los Alamos (New Mexico)

June 30th, 2011

Los Alamos (New Mexico)

~ It’s a little about the fire, about Bush and about Trinity.

It’s hard to get excited about the collapse of anything when everything is collapsing all at the same time.  A bank loan is a good metaphor; one may know that they are massively in debt, but there is no problem until the day they cannot pay, the day the loan is “called”.

Art imitates life, life imitates banking.   It has been 11 years since the rocket scientists stationed at Los Alamos (meaning the LANL labs) were burned out of their homes in their city on the hill.  The “evacuation” of Los Alamos was chaos (then) and a disaster in itself.  There was only one (real) road “out” and that one road was clogged with emergency traffic coming in and a general lack of military preparedness for a civilian disaster at the heart of a military weapons research facility.  Refer to the Cerro Grande Fire.

Nuclear weapons building has been (mostly) privatized.  Research is sold to the highest bidder.  Like the word “federal” in Federal Express, the word “national” in Los Alamos National Labs is supposed to make the public feel good about “your government at work”, LANL is actually more like Wal-Mart (except that they make and sell nuclear devices).  The Iranians are not their customers (or happy shoppers), the Chinese are the shop-lifters at the labs.

Every dedicated lab employee will tell stories of how they will “hide everything” when some investigator from Congress (or the feds) comes in.  The lab has always had a sense of independence a “culture” of its own, the “lab way” of doing things and a required loyalty to the lab.  It’s natural, the lab is isolated in far-off New Mexico – far (even) from Santa Fe, a city of its own upon a hill.  If you live in Los Alamos you get used to isolation and the average $92,000 per year salary sets you apart from the population of New Mexico, one of the poorest states in the Union.

Los Alamos is both a City and a County.  It is a very small county, created secretly during the second world war.  It did not appear on maps.  The borders of the county are basically the borders of the lab.  The lab “research facilities” are everywhere and have been everywhere at some point since the beginning.  Blow up something here, bury something there, try this chemical or that.  Bury or spread around the remains of what doesn’t work.  The entire county is a cess pool of undocumented research and “just try it” operations.  Nobody did mapping in the early days.  Everything was done from memory.  “Oh, I think it was buried over there,” they said.  Remember my post about finding the “Trinity car” (the Chevy truck).  At Los Alamos most of the history is undocumented rumor and innuendo.  The paper trail is thin.

So, I was listening to a call-in show this morning about the situation in Los Alamos and at the labs.  It was also about the Las Conchas Fire generally and about the fact that the entire state of New Mexico is a disaster area and should be declared one.  The worst drought in more than 500 years is NOW, the state is dry and burning.  Smoke is in the air.  They are still selling fireworks at all the Wal-Marts and Walgreens locations.  Most Indian Reservation / Nations are selling the fireworks too, as if the forests already burning are not fireworks enough.  You haven’t seen anything until you see a 120 foot Ponderosa pine explode – lots of light, sparks in the air.

Plants and trees absorb the toxins in the soil and in the air.  They “inhale” the chemicals and even radiation as they struggle to clean up what man puts asunder.  The trees and plants around Los Alamos have been doing this for years.  When this vegetation burns the toxins are released suddenly, with vigor.  That is why intelligent animals see fire, smell smoke, and run.

At Los Alamos (the labs) they are doing “back-burning” to save the the laboratory facilities from fire.  The “cover” story is to save the community and houses.  These are rocket scientists in their own community.  Do they know what they are doing?  Answer “yes” and you know we have our own “Little Fukushima” right at hand.  Answer “no” and you know we have our own little Fukushima right at hand.  We all know the government is lying, or is it just business that is lying in order to receive more government money and funds?

The labs have been yelling from the roof-tops that no “nuclear material” is being burned.  They wouldn’t know if they burned it, or where it was if they buried it some where.  They know where some things are buried, but not the “secrets”, and that is what Los Alamos is ALL about.  You couldn’t get ME into Los Alamos to fight (or start new) fires, there are too many unknowns that are being released into the air.  A listener (on the call-in show), just asked for INDEPENDENT monitors, real time equipment, maybe with greenpeace inspectors and readings posted live upon the web.  Some people just don’t understand government and business and money.  That is why the government is there – to STOP such ideas before they happen, to close the roads and parks and “buy the way” LANL property and even Los Alamos is closed and “off limits”.  Thought you should know.

So we have “trace radiation” raining down on Albuquerque (right now).  Smile, it is the only real rain we may ever get.  We have other toxic chemicals raining down here too.  The winds have changed.  We are getting smoke and haze from the fire.  Is Paris burning?  No, it’s just Los Alamos; just cleaning up the evidence and dissipating the debris.  It’s like a bad bank loan, Greece, and debt.  You refinance and spread the loss around to other suckers.  This way we all can feel the pain.

11 years and there was no real progress or real plan to make the “community” of Los Alamos safe.  You’re joking.  Make the city that brought us the bomb, “safe”?  It’s like a concentration camp, neutralize it and put up an historical marker.  Build a monument to Nagasaki and Hiroshima and Chernoble and the Nuclear Industry that is now dead, or should be.  Make Fukushima a sister-city.  Entomb the entire county under six inches of reinforced concrete – then Los Alamos would be “safe”.  Real scientists should not live their lives in denial.

Of course if one didn’t do the work of Los Alamos there, they would do it elsewhere.   One can make a bomb anywhere, maybe one doesn’t even need a “lab”.  And if one doesn’t need a lab, then just get a suitcase, a suitcase bomb.  Isn’t that what TSA is really for?  Los Alamos brought us the message that we can’t “be safe” anywhere, no “evacuation” is necessary or needed.  You can go down the hill, but you can never get off of it.  There is no place to run or hide.  The dirty work of the labs will follow you.  Breathe.  It’s in the air.  The tell-tale hint of smoke will reach your nostrils.  Just breathe in, don’t inhale, just breathe in.

If George “W” Bush had not spent the money in Iraq or in Afghanistan and “if” Obama had not followed, there would have been money to meet New Mexico’s fire problem.  They could have cleared and thinned the forests, removed all the dead bark beetle trees, created fire breaks across the land.  There would be money for crews and tankers.  They could have planned the “big plans” of making all of New Mexico “safe”.  They didn’t.  This Fourth of July we will be reminded of “our” priorities, FIREWORKS!, the celebration of flame and sparks and fire and glory.  Buy some, light them, hear (and here) the bang from the bombs and rockets and celebrate the “red glare”.

In New Mexico (maybe) we are not celebrating this year so much.  We know that each “firework” is just another fire, more smoke, will make your nostrils burn.  Arizona, Texas, and New Mexico are burning.  We are the vanguard.  We are first.  Our air will drift east or west.  In time it will get to you or over you and then maybe you will see.  Last time the world was destroyed by water, this time (they say) it will be by burning.  Maybe it’s more about Los Alamos, and about the bomb, about an unholy Trinity.  Are you listening?  Can you hear me now?  Is anybody out there.

This is Albuquerque calling.  Tell me we are not the last city on the earth.

2011.06.30 – 16:38.

It’s Greek to me

June 18th, 2011

It’s Greek to me

~ Something says to me that a Greek default would be good.

My theory is that there is a general decline in posting.  My theory is that there is a general “roll-back” in electronic communicating.  My theory is that there are basically no new products out this summer because the makers of such products know that there is no one with money to buy them, so “why bother”.

Some people never got bored with Disneyland or Elvis regardless of how many days you lived at the “magic kingdom” or regardless of how many new “Elvis albums” you bought, the magic was never gone, everything remained a mystery.

So Greek and Greece and the mystery cults and the magic and the mystery of how I-phones really work and how the web really works (or Google) and what President Obama does before he finally goes to bed is beyond me, or before me, or is maybe something that to me does not really matter.  Do I have 500 friends on Facebook, or is it only 50?  Does this “circle of friends” really tell me much about my life?  Is facebook who I really am?  I ask this question metaphorically.

I’ve known a few Greeks from time to time, old men and sweet Greek girls.  I’ve had friends that were married to Greeks, heard jokes about the “good” Greek Navy and their undershorts “all pink”.  I’ve been warned about, “Greeks bearing gifts.”  I’ve enjoyed a glass of ouzo (with the worm) – no, that’s mezcal, the liquor from Mexico; but if you’re that drunk who needs to know?

In Albuquerque all the great restaurants (and many dives) are owned by Greeks.  All the sleaze-ball shopping centers are owned by one Greek family too.  My last next-door neighbor was a Turk.  He liked loving Greeks better than not the not getting along.  Greeks and Turks can make such better neighbors, a “good hood”.

“Steve the Greek” had a small business in Berkeley once, he once was on his way to famous.  His goal was to be the “Suvlaki King” of America, starting with his shop in Berkeley.  Hey, the Italians did pizza, the French did fries; from Mexico we got the tacos.  “Feta” he said, “would not make it.”  “It’s just cheese.”  You’ve got to have meat, with salad.

Regardless of the wisdom in “Greek wisdom” I think that Greece should default.  The IMF loan was a sham, a Trojan horse, a suvlaki made just from feta cheese.  What does Greece have to export, to offer in trade, except olives (and feta cheese)?  Greece does not make cars or motorcycles.  It does not export coal or oil.  Cell phones are not made in Greece, they do not export garlic.

I used to have this fantasy about buying a Greek apartment that overlooked the deep blue sea.  I would live in a world of white-washed white, red tile roofs, light breezes off the Mediterranean  that would never stop.  Old Greek women would be my neighbors; I would watch the fishermen in the afternoon.

I don’t think life is like that in Greece anymore.  I think the whole nation has probably been ruined.  I think that the yachts (and private beaches) of the rich and famous have become as boring as last years cell-phone or the Monsanto “House of the future” at Disneyland.  Is it worth it to get groped by TSA just to see Athens?  Ride a jet, Monsanto has won out; it looks “all plastic” to me.

The bottom line is that the banks don’t need to have their loans repaid in order to make their money.  The banks have all the money.  They don’t need yours, or more, or more money from Greece or Portugal, or Ireland even.  Everything is fine.  Go to Disneyland, buy a new song by Elvis, no sweat – just swoon.

What would happen if the Greeks defaulted?  Probably not much.  There would still be war in Syria, still bacon and eggs on the lower east side of Manhattan.  In New Mexico the fires would continue to burn.  Neiman Marcus would still sell jewelry.  Gas would keep going up, like food and the price of water.

There was a “Wow!” to the future and to possibilities once.  Somehow, as a nation, or as a world, “we” (or “they”) blew it.  We had the whole world before us; we could do anything with what we had.  We could make peace, make wise use of our time, visit Greece and do some fishing and maybe happily spend a lifetime there.  Instead we chose Elvis, Disneyland and plastics.  We now have plastic food and not just dishes.  Our money is plastic, not metal.  Are they plastic people that rule us?  How can we tell?  Their eyes and arms seem so subtle.  Make way for plastic water.  Oh, that’s right, we have already been there, are there.  Why worry?

2011.06.19 – 04:11.

OK, OK, OK; It’s all ok

June 12th, 2011

It’s a good time to lay low, get your house in order and your home too.

The magnitude of “the change” is upon us.  It’s no time for arrogance or extravagance or wasting money on things that are just plain silly.

I’m working on “my” house, the place that I live and probably the place that the future will find me.  I’m working on getting it “in order”.  I’m painting and “pounding nails” (which really means driving screws).  I’m sorting things, throwing things out, repairing things that need repair.

Human beings are a messy species.  They accumulate too much, pack too much around.  They have three things “to do” what two would easily do.  But I might note that it seems “new rules” are unfolding.  There are no simple rules about what’s right, it is something one feels, it is not about what others say.

If you have not been paying attention and changing for the world that will be it’s probably a little late to start now.  If you’ve been on the steady course (of study) the today might not seem too different.

There is still a lot to learn, a lot to do.  Maybe it is not too late to do a “180”.  Simplicity is good.  Honesty is essential.

There is not a lot that I can do about the Wallow Fire, or the new fire in Raton (up north).  They closed the Interstate (25) into (and out of) New Mexico.  Our electricity grid is still in danger.  Everything depends upon the direction of, and power of, the winds.

The smoke has been blowing away from Albuquerque lately.  It is better to breathe.  I try to use my time wisely.  The wind can change.

I have a lot of water, a fair amount of food.  My quest for a radio is still out there.  Every day security gets a little better.  I’m getting less dependent upon the Internet (as maybe you can tell).

Nothing big here, no great revelations.  Just a few notes on change.  And yes, I’m doing well; or well enough.  Thank you.

2011.06.13 – 02:18.  

Smokey Day roundup

June 10th, 2011

A neighbor apparently took offense about my comments on the MRGCD election and the issues thereby dug up that maybe should have remained buried.  Everyone is sensitive, ready to be a bit angry or hurt.  I am in the first row on that one.  It comes naturally when one has not been fairly treated, or gotten “the breaks”, or gotten a “fair shake” from time or life.

It all begins with expectations, “great” or otherwise.  I write this.  I “expect” that someone will read me.  I could be wrong.  Maybe all the words I write are really only “notes to myself”.  That is why I write my notes “my way”, my spellings, my punctuation, my quotes or italics or ALL CAPS now and then.  Maybe there is no one else that reads about my matters, it’s like smoke and haze.  Maybe it’s just all all right if I get something wrong.

I’ve been taught well how “IT” all works, about the leaders, about the boss men and boss women.  My bosses have been about equal over time, equal men and women.  I thought you should know, even if the “you” is just a reminder to “me”.  Those gifted with wealth and fame and power and more money than ones neighbors, better at naturally knocking on doors, better looking or in better shape or with a better car – they are the “rightful leaders”; the rest of us are just the field on which the game is played.  We’re not even players, not even watchers.  The bottom line is we are just the turf.

The MRGCD taught me this when I first moved to Albuquerque and their employees set the tone.  The MRGCD treated me like dirt, like turf without the green or roots.  I took notice.  I fought back when they tried to bury me under their great big bitch about their ditch.  They had the power, the money, the fame.

Crushing me was not enough, they wanted to destroy my life, take my home and wife and family and leave nothing but rack and pain and ruin.  This is what (many) lawyers do.  This is what law in America is all about.  I know.  I’ve been there.  How can I forget?  An apology?  I will never get one; that’s not who they are.

Most people seem content to support “the system”.  It does not matter what it gives or takes.  It can take lives, take property, make a once free person a slave.  The system can break people, take them down, leave them with nothing or next to nothing like fire.  It can damage them – like smoke; pollute them, give them cancer or just destroy their throat or lungs.  Why should I expect any better?  If anyone wanted “better” it would be that way.  Amen.

There aren’t any “bad guys and gals” that are winning.  It’s just us chickens, just you and me.  Play too hard on the field and the turf just turns to bare dirt, or mud.  Nothing to do then but  pave it over, asphalt maybe, better than all that dead grass.  But then, with asphalt, there really is no life.  Is that the point?  Isn’t that what they mean by “winning”?

So, raise the candles high.”  Melanie Safka was right.  One candle might be all that one is left with some day, that and a few oats and maybe some raisins.   And the turf is waiting.  Will it come to be just asphalt, or will it be just mud.  But you, like I, were probably raised to hope for something better – but it’s NOT getting better, now is it?

2011.06.10 – 22:17.

The Wallow Fire goes ballistic

June 8th, 2011

The Wallow Fire goes ballistic

~ I’m not sure this is the topic I’m interested in, but the fire is zeroed in on my life.

Maybe this is an update, or maybe it is a new post.  The point is that the Wallow Fire is still growing, still zero percent contained.  This is the word at 9:30 PM in Albuquerque, 8:30 PM in Arizona.

At more than 467,000 acres, the Rodeo-Chediski Fire was the largest fire in Arizona history.  The Wallow Fire was at about 400,000 acres at 8:00 AM this morning.  It certainly has surpassed the size of Rodeo-Chediski by now, it only goes to reason.  They have half as many people fighting the Horseshoe Two fire and it is only one-quarter of the acreage.  Go figure.

Governor Susana Martinez of New Mexico has called up the National Guard to fight this fire at the border.  This decision is very wise.  We have enough problems with smoke, we don’t need our forests burned too.  That is up to Arizona, the governor there will NOT commit the necessary resources so the fire just burns and burns.

By Thursday (tomorrow), or Friday at the latest, the power transmission lines will be in jeopardy.  When heavy smoke gets under them or around them they arc and then they “blow”.  The lines go southwest from Four Corners where they turn the local coal into steam and then into power.  Sudden outages could take the “grid” out as far as New Mexico, perhaps Albuquerque.  Plan ahead.

It is very quiet tonight here in the City of Smoke, New Mexico.  The birds are quiet, saving their energy.  Swamp coolers are off.  Air conditioners are reserved (mostly) for standby.  Today the air was better, not great, but not so bad.  It was nice to be outside and doing some work for a change.  Many have to work (outside) in the smoke regardless of how unhealthy the conditions.

The Coronado National Forest (in Arizona, to the south) is to be closed.  The Gila National Forest should also be closed, like NOW!  If you live in or near Santa Fe it might be a good idea to DEMAND the clearing of bark beetle “timber” and trees.  The trees are dead (and dry) and constitute a dangerous amount of fuel.  ACT NOW!

If you are traveling, avoid Albuquerque, the fire, and the smoke.  Some motels (out of town) are offering discounts for “smoke refugees”.  I suggested that they opened up the malls (cots and things), but the above is a beginning – it seems it may get worse.

Food, water, and a battery operated radio (and batteries) one should have.  A flashlight or two, a kerosene type table lamp, candles might also make the list.  Fill your car up with gas (even at these prices).  Make sure you have provision for “sanitary” water, as for sanitary uses.  The “city” water is often pumped to you using electricity.  “Provision” doesn’t mean “panic”, it means begin to prepare.

[“The Wallow Fire goes ballistic” Post written on June 9, 2011 @ 03:52  ZLT / GMT / Zulu / UTC]  

Ash fall

June 4th, 2011

Ash Fall

~ They call it the Wallow Fire, as in the word “wallow”.

Latest Albuquerque fire Update:
It is 12:00 noon in Albuquerque about now.  The air is still, and there is still smoke in the air, a light haze, from the smoke of the Wallow Fire.  Last night was more difficult.  An air inversion, fairly typical for the valley, kept the smoke locked in and the houses locked up as people tried to contain a bit of smoke-free air.  People in Albuquerque woke up to a light coating of ash in many neighborhoods.  The fire is still “0” percent (0%) contained, and growing.  It seems that Albuquerque is “in it” for the long haul, (perhaps) a “long hot summer” of smoke and fire.

Straight off the web, we have the meaning of the word: “to live self-indulgently; luxuriate;“.  Perhaps the name itself is important, it connects most of the attitude of America, to this fire; although I am not convinced everybody in America is asleep.  Is it really that simple?  Self-indulgence is really the American Dream.

Basic facts with which to understand this fire:
The size of a fire is generally given in “acres”.  An acre is an area of land, not a distance.  There are 640 acres in one square mile of land.  The size of a fire is reported in terms of acres burned and burningA fire of “1,450 acres” is a fire that has “consumed” a little over 2 square miles of brush, or trees, or both (depending upon the vegetation upon the terrain).  The terrain (in this case) is the hills, ravines, valleys, meadows, and mountains that are typical of Arizona and much of the west.

The time in Arizona is one hour earlier than in Albuquerque (and New Mexico).  If a report says it is 8:00 AM in Arizona, it is 9:00 AM in Albuquerque and 3:00 PM (15:00) in Greenwich (London).  Fire report updates are made (maybe) once a day at this time (more or less) depending on the severity of the fire and the “incident commander”.

Times indicated are Arizona (local) times unless otherwise indicated.

Background to “bears” and the “wallow”:
Technically this might have been the “Bear Wallow Fire”, named properly after the Bear Wallow Wilderness in Arizona.  However, the name “Bear Wallow Fire” was already taken; there was a May 2007 fire by that name on Mount Lemmon, near Tucson, Arizona.  It was very small, only one-quarter of an acre in size.

Beginning on June 21, 2008 and continuing until September 25 (86% containment) there was the “Bear Wallow Complex Fire” in Klamath National Forest, in northern California.  The fire burned approximately 51,000 acres.

The “Wallow Fire” (Arizona) started on May 29, 2011.  It apparently started in (or near) the Bear Wallow Wilderness (Near intersection of County Road 25 and U.S. Highway 191, or west of this location), moving (initially) in a (mostly) northeasterly direction.

By May 30, 2011 (11:30 PM) the fire had grown to 1,450 acres, had cost $50,000, and was still 23 miles southwest of Alpine, Arizona.  On June 2, 2011 (8:00 AM) the fire had consumed 40,000 acres, at a cost of $1,768,000 and had moved 11 miles closer to Alpine, AZ.

On June 3, 2011 (4:30 PM) the fire had grown to 100,000 acres and was the fourth largest fire in Arizona history.

By June 4, 2011 (8:30 AM) the Wallow Fire had grown to be the third largest fire in Arizona history, burning over 140,000 acres, at a cost of $3,000,000.

Sunday:  June 5, 2011 – 2:30 PM / 1:30 PM Arizona fire time:

Once again it was a fairly difficult night in Albuquerque, not that there is anything “fair” about unreasonable difficulty.  The problem is still the fire, the Wallow Fire; which is getting bigger and growing, and now it is clearly becoming “national” news.  I think I said it would.

There is a malaise associated with smoke and fire.  All smoke is hallucinogenic, it gets the mind going or drifting or makes it a bit lost in space (and time).  I had a great bit of prose going for a little while this morning, then I lost it, like smoke and mirrors it vanished and like smoke in your eyes the image of the post was gone; why bother?

But maybe for you “new to town” east coast “viewers” who are just catching on to the enormity of this fire I should stay here, and be here, and write a few words for you.  You could have visited Arizona last summer, last year, before the state was burning and all that mattered (it seems) was an immigrant and their rights (here or there).  And then there was the Arizona (Tucson) shooting.  Now things are really getting hot in Arizona, meaning the fire.

The Wallow Fire is still totally out of control.  It is not nice to be outdoors in Albuquerque, 200 miles away (from the fire).  The sky is a dusty yellow.  It is like having a thousand neighbors who smoke.  It smells a bit like tobacco, the stale smoke smell left over from the days before, the old smoke, second-hand smoke, may be stronger than the new smoke coming in.  That will change by nightfall.  Same old drill.  How long before people evacuate or just leave for a 7 day “weekend”.  Damn the price of fuel, meaning gas; and yes, Homeland Security will kill you.  They could free-up the oil reserves in Albuquerque and New Mexico and Arizona and Colorado about now.  They could give us gas at last years prices so we could get away.  They won’t.  Like with Katrina and TSA groping, the DHS likes to see people suffer.

By Wednesday Obama himself should fly out to see the fire.  He can watch the smoke and see the flames and see what Afghanistan is all about (and Libya) as it lays below just “burning” and “smoking” and being laid to ruin as the experts say, “there’s nothing else we can do.”  “You shouldn’t change ships in the middle of a fire,” or was the original more about horses and streams?

I have masking tape around the doors to help them stay sealed.  Duct tape is for Al Qaeda, masking tape is “good enough” for smoke and the domestic perils like government frozen by inaction.  Thin the forests, clear out all the dead wood (like in Congress).  Now you see the point – one might lead to the other, best leave everything alone.  When will Congress catch fire, when will the trash in the nooks and crannies get too deep, and when will lightning strike, or a new girl or boy come in with a book of matches?  Is it a metaphor?  Is homeland security really working?  If so, why aren’t they working on THIS fire with about $50 million dollars a day?  Isn’t Arizona and New Mexico worth it?  Don’t they want to put this fire OUT?

Yes, I do have a bunch of links yet unposted.  This is history in the making, you can feel it, you can TASTE it – it will be BIG!  But right now, all this fire is doing is literally making me sick.  And my wife is ill, draining, coughing.   If you were thinking about coming to Albuquerque (or New Mexico) you might think about staying away.  Even a “rocket scientist” can’t put out a fire, even if it is in his (or her) own back yard.  So much for “science, when mother nature makes a call.

There is a reason they make wine.  The throat feels so much better when you’re “smoking”, can’t concentrate anyway, write a rambling post.  I wonder if in Grants (New Mexico) they are doing any better, or in Datil, or in Pie Town maybe.  They have heavy smoke in those communities too, and more is on the way.  Have a piece of Apple Pie (maybe), or “Drink up”, America.  Cheers!

Monday:  June 6, 2011 – 7:30 PM / 6:30 PM Arizona fire time:

They have been predicting “it” most of the day, the evening winds from the west and southwest, the direction of the fire, the Wallow Fire.  The fire has now burned more that 300 square miles, 200,000 acres, and that was the word from this morning.  It had grown by about 60,000 acres in 14 hours.  This fire is headed for the border, meaning both the border of Arizona and New Mexico and the border of reasonableness and reasonable fires.

The winds and smoke hit Albuquerque at 6:15 (ABQ time) this evening.  The air inversion sets in by about 7:20.  Now we have another 10 or 11 hours to hunker down, settle in, and wait for better air and better times and better wind conditions.  Ten hours can be a long time when there is so much tension.  Smoke is calming only for the bees.  I’m not a bee.

The streets are clearing, becoming deserted.  The last dog walkers are going home, nature has called or the “nature’s calling” for the dogs are off until tomorrow.  I saw one woman just stop and stare (into the air; and sky).  I wanted to go out and tell her, “yes the sky is falling.”  The cleaner air in the house kept me in.  She will figure it out herself.

I spent the last hour renewing the masking tape around all the doors, I rechecked the latches on the windows, tested the sealing power of the rubber seals.  There will be no second chance this night.  Any smoke in, will stay in for the duration.  It’s best to keep as much smoke as possible out.  I’m coughing a bit as I write this.  It’s 7:41 now, and counting.  The sky is getting darker and the air – maybe it is the smoke that contains a little air.

We are in a full “red flag warning”.  That is the highest fire danger.  It is very dry and the winds are whipping when they are blowing.  The drought continues.  No rain, little water.  The sun is relentless.  Today it was almost 100 degrees, and the UV count is too high to really count, so they mostly fake it.

Part of the day I was out.  There is a malaise.  I worked on sealing things and making the roof tighter and increasing the areas of shade.  Sometimes it feels like a Ray Bradbury Martian Chronicles chronicle.  I am the hero of my own story where maybe there is no hero after all, depending on the ending.  In the end the smoke (like time) will filter through the cracks; this is not a ship I’m in, it is the desert, I’m not in water.

There is always something poignant about a person writing notes from within a disaster.  It is like reading a diary from the Titanic sinking, or listening to a cell phone conversation from in a Trade Tower tower.  Laura Ingalls lived through the “Great Winter”, but she retired to California and the sun.  How do we know how these things will effect us?  Will Joplin just “rebuild”?  Is there really nothing to the idea of learning?  Can’t someone move on after living in denial, and then surviving the disaster that any sane person knew was sure to come?

The Wallow Fire is still “zero percent” contained.  After more than a week that is evidence that nobody is even trying.  Or maybe there is NO MONEY in Arizona, or FOR ARIZONA, no real money to fight this fire on the ground with “troops” on the ground with chainsaws and picks and shovels.  There is no glory in it.  It’s just hard hot work.  Make a mistake and the work will kill you.  Fire is so unforgiving.

When I was young and living in Tahoe (at Tahoe, meaning in a cabin at Lake Tahoe) they still had a law that required every car that traveled through the mountains to carry a blanket and a shovel.  By law the authorities could order every driver out (meaning out of their car) to fight a forest fire.  And sometimes they did, but more often they just had volunteers.  “I can get to Sacramento tomorrow,” “or Reno,” or Lodi or Stockton or Fallon maybe.  “Tonight I’ll stay here,” I’ll fight this fire to the finish or maybe die trying.  It was a different America then.

Now jobs are reserved for the “professionals”, the “experts”, those well paid or not well paid.  The civilians, the citizens are seen as a liability, or someone just waiting to file suit.  I used to travel through fire lines, as cars filed single file on a 16 foot wide road with fires burning on either side, sometimes just eight or twelve feet away.  The smoke was heavy.  You could see the ash and embers.  These experiences made “Smokey the Bear” a bit more real, “Only You” really meant “Me”.

Will the Apache National Forest ever come back?  It depends on the extent of the ruin.  A big chunk of this forest is already gone.  The locals can stay in their homes and breathe inhuman levels of smoke in their small communities until they die.  I’ve watched small communities of forest folks die, the fire came, then came ruin.  Life was over, it would never be the same.  The tourists did not return to harvest charcoal, or to replant the trees in rows.  The new “mono forests” the lumbermen planted were just never the same.  Maybe it was “timber”, but the life of the old forest was gone.  And then the new trees would be hit by disease.  No wonder the price of toilet paper is so far up.

So if you live in Joplin, maybe you can “house trade” with someone from Alpine, Arizona.  Want to live in Albuquerque?  I can give you a real good deal for the rest of the week, even if you can’t really rest here.  All “no smoking” rooms have been taken.  Thought you should know.

Breaking News:

8:45 PM Arizona fire time.  The Wallow Fire has now become the second largest fire in Arizona History, surpassing the Cave Creek complex Fire in size.  The Cave Creek Fire was 248,000 acres.  The Wallow Fire has now burned more than 390 square miles, 250,000 acres, and is threatening to cross the border into New Mexico where Luna, New Mexico is threatened.  “Luna” New Mexico is not Los Lunas New Mexico, a city south of Albuquerque.

My grandfather, Guy D. Martin, built the Cave Creek Dam, north of Phoenix, Arizona.   The Cave Creek complex Fire was north of the dam, in the Cave Creek watershed.

Tuesday:  June 7, 2011 – 10:00 AM / 9:00 AM Arizona fire time:

The air in Albuquerque last night did not meet expectations.  It was better, far better than predicted.  Right now the air here is not great, but is not really bad.  The residual smoke and haze is like a lead weight that you can’t get rid of regardless of how much it slows you down.

There seems to be a news blackout (of sorts) from Arizona on the Wallow Fire and the progress.  I suspect that there is “no progress” and that’s the reason why.  The incident commander is Joe Reinarz and the Southwest Incident Management Team.  Look at these people and look carefully at the pictures.  There are a lot of smiles and smiling faces.  I am sure they are a bunch of very nice people, but do you want “nice people” on your side when there is a WAR to be fought that should involve BIG and hard-fought decisions?

They should have called up the National Guard days ago.   There are not enough “ground troops” fighting this fire.  There is too much reliance on helicopters (at least 22, “catch 22”).  You can’t ever win an “air war” (except in the movies) without enough troops on the ground, and then (like Vietnam) you might not do it if the strategy and tactics are not right, or if you are not on the right side of history.

Sure, nobody wants to “wake up” and say, “we now are not in control of Arizona’s second largest fire.”   This is especially true if it will be Arizona’s worst fire by Friday or Saturday, in the “doubling”.  I would bring in a seasoned professional from Wyoming or Montana as a new incident commander and let him or her appoint their own team.  The “Southwest” is too laid back, too ready to let things drift further into disaster.  This fire should have been OUT a week ago.  No kidding!

10:30 AM (ABQ) Update:
I just found this post from “Fire Earth” about the Wallow Fire.  I stand by my statement that the Wallow Fire became Arizona’s second largest fire “last night” on April 6th.  However, the prediction by Fire Earth that the fire will be one “covering” 500 square miles (by today!) is sobering.  The main reason for the link is there “smoke plume” photographs from space.  This smoke is reaching the midwest and east coast now to add to all their other problems.  I’ve increased the impact figure below to “10 million”.

Aren’t you really tired of the “Weiner” story, after all, EVERY male Congressman is ruled by one.

And it is not even noon in Albuquerque – New Mexico:  

The google map for the fire map area shown above is here.  The “A” is for Greer (not Weiner the “adulterer” in his own mind.)  The Wallow Fire has already moved into the White Mountain Apache Reservation and is about to cross the border into New Mexico and descend on Luna.

North of Greer there is really no where else for the fire to go, it has consumed “all” the forest.  There is a lot more forest to “burn through” to the east and to the west and “some more” to the south.  The San Carlos Apache Reservation could be next if the winds were really to change (with the upcoming monsoonal flow).  We already had an “east wind” in Albuquerque last week, it could reach the western border, and with it, Arizona. 

This post is from the New Mexico Department of Health warning.   It is about the air, and about how unhealthy and bad it is.  This is the way it is regarding the Wallow Fire on this Tuesday, June 7, 2011.

Tuesday:  June 7, 2011 – 8:00 PM / 7:00 PM Arizona fire time:

The news of the evening from Albuquerque is (was) the bright red sun.  If one was out, one could not help but notice it, as this person (here) noticed it and shot the video.  They say, “blood red sun,” over Albuquerque; I’m not so sure.  Maybe it is just the Zia Sign:

Image courtesy of the Zia Pueblo.  However, this “sun sign” is also the central image of the flag of New Mexico.

Maybe we share something with Japan, a big red sun; maybe the real difference is the “rays”.  And then there is the, “the east is red,” thing.  In Albuquerque this evening it was the red sun in the west that said the day was over.  The question everyone is asking is when will the Wallow Fire in Arizona, “be over”?  It was not the “sky” that was red, it was the sun itself – there is no “sailors delight” in the imagery; it was more “OMG”, “was that really red,” or was it more like TANGERINE (in color)?   Or was it Tangerine (in love).

We will see what tomorrow brings.  Is it closer to the end, or just the end of (this) fire?

This post is in progress, corrections will be made as better information is identified.  The Wallow Fire is probably the biggest, most important news and event for at least 10 million people.

[“Ash fall” Post posted on June 4, 2011 @ 20:37  ZLT / GMT / Zulu / UTC]

Where there is smoke, there’s fire.

June 3rd, 2011

Where there is smoke, there’s fire.

~ No folks, the smoke is not coming from Flagstaff or the Arizona / Nevada border.

‘K’, There are a lot of lessons in the events in Albuquerque that have unfolded in the last 12 hours.  The smoke emergency is over, or not over; the smoke is gone, or more is coming.  Who knows?

There clearly is not inter-agency cooperation in Albuquerque, the state of New Mexico, or the great Southwest.  I learned long ago that most disasters strike on the weekends, on holidays, at night when so many in government and authority are “not at home.”  The agencies don’t have emergency plans for the emergency of being closed; or is it just that they are ignorant and closed-minded to the responsibilities of serving the public after dark?

There is so much blame to go around I don’t know where to start.  Envision if you will leaving a restaurant fairly fed, smelling the smoke from a “nearby” fire, wondering if it is the bosque that is burning (once again) or whether this time the smoke is coming from Santa Fe.

From the Northeast, over the Sandias, one can see heavy plumes of drifting smoke.  It looks as if finally the “bark beetle fire” has finally hit us.  Are we doomed?  Then ones eyes drift to the river and the valley and the bosque.  The smoke is so thick you can’t see them, any of them.  The entire valley is filled with smoke, quite suddenly – an hour or so earlier none of this was there.

The radio has no news, just music.  The endless tapes from Citadel Communication and all the big corporate “others” just drones on and on; nothing is live, there is no emergency in hyper-happy space, Albuquerque isn’t burning and the stations wouldn’t know if it were until they all left the air.

Quick, find the “AM” dial.  Some relic of a station must have the news.  The digital radio does the scanning, the results are less than extraordinary – they’re lame.  Finally a “news station” 770 AM KKOB is found.  The only real news is sports.  Its NFL or NBA or something silly, at least silly when you are barely breathing.  The station is getting all these calls, the DJ does not know how to answer; he says (he pleads) can’t we just talk of sports?

Finally an answer comes; all the officials in “fire” in the city and the county are looking for a fire they cannot find.  “Please tell us where it is,” if you see it, they say.  “We are at a loss,” they say, “the fire is nowhere to be found.”  Is Albuquerque burning?  Heavy thick smoke everywhere, by now the Sandia Mountains are stripped from sight, and nobody knows what is happening.

Get food, get water; or is getting out of town the better thing to do?  Inside the grocery store the employees and management is humming.  The air (twice filtered) is clear and clean.  Nobody knows that there is smoke “out there”.  The cash registers continue to ring.

One can feel it, smell it, taste it even.  It isn’t subtle.  The customers leaving the store after an hour of happy shopping are simply dazed.  Where is it coming from, what’s happening?  Inquiring minds want to know, even the dullards and the ignorant want to know – where there is smoke, there’s fire.  Just smell it and one wants to run.  Yes, I too saw Bambi (the movie) too.

About an hour later the “news” comes in.  There is a fire in Flagstaff (in Arizona), “on the Arizona / Nevada border.”  Geography and geographic knowledge is not big anymore.  Flagstaff is 325 miles away, everyone is saying “four”, as in four hundred.  The smoke is clearly coming from “there”, there are “no fires” burning in New Mexico at the time (of course not, why should there be).  It’s not our fault, the smoke is from Janet Napolitano country, a world away.

In reality, of course, the smoke was coming from the border, a fire at the border, an Alpine fire, which makes it very hard to google.  Small “g”, it is always getting worse, less informative, less useful.  Results are now “local”, meaning what you track they are tracking.  So a “fire” or “smoke” must mean “barbeque” or “ribs”; are YOU listening?  The new Google will lead you quickly to the location to satisfy your hunger and your needs.

The real point is to make you not to care.  Don’t get excited, don’t plan.  Don’t buy a respirator for your family or your kids.  Like in Japan, “the radiation won’t hurt you.”  They said that on the day of the bomb in Hiroshima, not just in Fukushima.  So NOW you KNOW.

Building codes are based on creating friendly ways to kill you.  They require that “outside” air is constantly being brought in.  Chemical spills, gas attacks, corexit fumes, smoke, biological and chemical terrorist events were never in the equation.  The idea that the air you have in your home may be the only clean air you might have, like bottled water, is beyond them.  “They” want you to give that air up (and maybe life with it) when things go bad.  Let the outside come in (is their theory).

In Israel they used to understand (in the days of Saddam Hussein) the importance of a tight house, a tight home.  Duct tape alone won’t do it.  You have to plan ahead.  You have to have a way of turning the outside AIR off.

You must be able to seal your windows, stop the air coming in through your attic and through your walls.  Insulation can help, but it is all those “outside” cracks and openings and vents that are the worry.  Plan now.  You need to know how to easily and quickly seal them off if you have them open.

Of course this is all just about “survival”.  Maybe it is a topic about which you do not care.  I’m not so sure you’re wrong.  There are so many worries now, who needs one more?  You decide.

But remember one thing.  There probably won’t be enough gas or clear roadways for an evacuation.  The roadblocks will send you back.  It seems that “they” have a plan, and that plan is not necessarily yours, if you want to live through all of this.  Last night they were home, or sleeping, or coughing hard like the rest of us.  Today, go your own way.  You have been warned.

[“Where there is smoke, there’s fire.” Post written on June 3, 2011 @ 14:22  ZLT / GMT / Zulu / UTC]  

The Wallow Fire

June 2nd, 2011

The Wallow Fire

~ No folks, the smoke is not coming from Flagstaff or the Arizona / Nevada border.

OK, let me begin by saying that Albuquerque is burning.  But no, Albuquerque is not burning, there is just an incredible amount of smoke in the Albuquerque air.  A vast amount.  It’s hard to breathe in Albuquerque right now, and has been for the past two hours.

Thirty minutes ago the AM 770 news (local) said that both the Albuquerque Police Department and the Bernalillo County Sheriff’s Department were desperately searching for “a fire”, “the fire”.  You can’t blame them, the smoke in the city is that thick.  You can smell it.  You can easily smell the smoke and the burning wood and brush.  It smells like a forest fire to me, but the station just announced that “official word” is that the fire is “north of Flagstaff, near the Nevada / Arizona border.”

Oh brother!  We live in a town with more nuclear weapons than anybody (else) and this is the level of communication we get from Homeland Security when the entire town is choking on smoke.  There is not even anyone to tell us to, “stay inside.”

So no, there is no “Nevada” north of Flagstaff.  The idea that the fire is bringing smoke from 500 to 600 miles away (meaning smoke this dense) is absurd.  No one could or should believe it.

The fact is that it is the “Wallow Fire” that is burning, on the Arizona / New Mexico border.  AM 770 would rather talk about sports.

The smoke reached Albuquerque big time about 7:00 PM local time, two hours ago.

Updates to continue.

The fire is being listed as “Dateline: Alpine, Arizona”.  The “A” on the map is where Alpine, Arizona is, the fire is apparently burning north of the town in the Bear Wallow National Wilderness Area, an area of heavy forest.  Another Map showing the location of the Alpine Fire and Alpine Arizona is here.   The fire area is just about 200 miles east (and a little south) of Albuquerque, New Mexico, which is why the air is now so smoke-filled and caustic.

The very thick smoke is Albuquerque has blotted out the Sandia Mountains and the smoke is even thicker in the Rio Grande River valley.  If one has their windows thoroughly closed and their swamp coolers and any source of “outside air” closed off one might make it through the night without too many headaches and too much coughing.  A wet cloth over the nose and mouth will help.

Alpine, Arizona is in Greenlee County Arizona on the Coronado Trail Scenic Byway.

The Alpine Fire / Wallow Fire in Arizona is now estimated at over 70,000 acres and the community of Alpine, Arizona has been evacuated.  The fire is not contained, and is clearly out of control.

Here is the latest map information from the Arizona Department of Forestry.  The map still shows the fire as only 18,000 acres and the time was 8:00 AM Thursday morning.  I guess they are out fighting the fire instead of reporting on it.  However, there are reports of the possibility that Interstate 40 may be closed because of the fire and incredibly think smoke.

The Interstate 40 closure is due to the “Engineer Fire” which is 12 miles west of Flagstaff.  OK, there is a Flagstaff Fire too, but it is not the fire that seems to have exploded.

New Mexico Fire Information (website) has this to say, but it hasn’t been updated since yesterday.

The Arizona Emergency Information Network has this to say about (Bear) Wallow Fire Evacuations.  HERE.   There is also information in this post about the growing Engineer Fire.

The AZ Emergency Information Network reports that the evacuation of Alpine, AZ was supposed to be completed by 8:00 PM (Arizona Time), two hours ago, assuming it is 10:00 PM in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

There is NO New Mexico Department (or Network) of Emergency Information.  Here, we are on our own.  There IS a New Mexico Department of Homeland Security, to warn us about how to breathe when we can’t breathe.  The website is here; you can see how they are responding to our emergency.   Aren’t you glad they’re working, on the job, worried about our health and safety?  HELP!

I started posting about an hour and 20 minutes ago, about a smoke situation than began about 7:00 PM and rapidly got much worse.  It is now about 10:20.  There is very thick, heavy smoke in the Albuquerque valley.  One can see about four blocks (or five) if one goes out.  The headlights of the few cars out and about catch the smoke.  It is like a very heavy mist, or fog, but dry – the smoke irritates the throat and eyes.  It is very unpleasant, and definitely not healthy.

If a light breeze would blow things could get a little better.  Traditionally it is calm at night in Albuquerque and then (lately) the winds kick up each day.  It is a “red alert” for fire from here to Arizona and into Arizona.  It is very dry.

I don’t even know if FEMA has a “smoke emergency” classification.  At least 800,000 people in Albuquerque need a little help right now.  A good air circulation system like at the Malls can filter air and help one sleep, or breathe.  Why aren’t they opening the malls right now, letting people in to be able to breathe if they have a hard time breathing?

We need these “little” warnings to remind us how the government is so unprepared for just about everything.   They talk the talk, but are homeland sleeping when it is time for the walk.  Can’t somebody wake someone up and say, “here’s the plan.”   How could they ever evacuate Albuquerque, like Alpine in Arizona?

There are millions of dead trees killed by beetles around Albuquerque and north around Santa Fe.  Nobody has bothered to clear them.  If they burned it would be (another?) disaster.  Probably much worse than this one now.  The troops could do it, but they are in Iraq, Korea, and Afghanistan (and elsewhere).  The danger is now here at home.  Who started that Wallow Fire, or the Engineer Fire?  Or was it “dry lightening”, as we have had so little rain?

Fire conditions in Albuquerque, putrid smoke?  It is so thick here we couldn’t see a tornado or a flood if one was coming.  Look to the sky?  It’s all greyed out.  I’ll try to get some sleep and see what tomorrow brings.  I hope Arizona can put out the fire, the fires.  But I really think they, like we, could use some help and some of that free-flowing government money, or bank-type money.

Am I wrong?

Update:  6:30 AM in Albuquerque – 12:30 PM GMT:

It is “all clear” in Albuquerque right now.  It is not really all clear but the air situation is much better; one can breathe.  The situation (meaning winds and atmospheric conditions) apparently changed about 3:00 AM in the morning after getting somewhat worse between 12:00 midnight and 2:00 AM.

What is not clear at all is what happened in Albuquerque and why.  Why did Homeland Security and so many state and local agencies fail us?   Why were we not informed in a truly timely manner?  With all the “experts” on the various payrolls why can’t an effective website be maintained AND updated?  There are names right here.

Apparently the DHS did issue a press release to the Weather Channel of all places.  I guess this is a part of the “privatization” of government.  I guess one can now add smoke from a man-made fire to “weather patterns” when there is a failure to clear and clean forests from overgrowth, a failure to control or contain a dangerous fire, a failure to protect adequately property and life.  Oh, the government said, “we didn’t do it,” and it must be “greenhouse warming and Al Gore who is to blame.”

The whole incident is so bizarre.  Who was/is the “incident commander”?  Why did it take more than two hours to “find the fire” with all the cellphones and websites and modern forms of communication?  Mother nature saved Albuquerque this time, although I am not so sure it is really “over”.  The real issue is being prepared, meaning being prepared for the government information that clearly won’t be thereto help you.

A new post is to follow.

[“The Wallow Fire” Post written on June 3, 2011 @ 03:06  ZLT / GMT / Zulu / UTC] 

Homeland Memorial

June 1st, 2011

Homeland Memorial

~ Is it about security, about freedom or is it about respect?

So many questions.  So little time.

Before we revisit the Connie Francis lament, “Too Many Rules“, we should first (perhaps) reflect on what “Home” land really means; and then we can decide whether it is (or should be) more the “memorial” than a “pleasuring park”.

One can put a lot of words in front of the word “Land” and end up with something that feels good, or makes sense.  I’ve relatives that put both “Back” and “Buck” before the word to create their names: Backland, Buckland.  Perhaps you’ve read the posts.

They came to this country for Free Land (Freeland) or Better Land (Betterland).  In California my great-grandfather found Gold Land (Goldland), in Nevada he found Silver Land (Silverland).  Hemme grew up in “Wheatland”, or maybe “Cornland” or “Cowland”.  The Clayton side grew up on Cattle Land (Cattleland).  You get my point.

All the “lands” and all these places of course need security, protection and respect.  Zuni Land needs it as much as the Navajo (Dine) Land or Fantasyland.  Many people do things in America that they would never do at “Home”, because they think of America as “Businessland”, or Corporation Land, or as land owned by the state – Stateland.

In the west much of (often most of) the land is owned by the government (Governmentland).  So now you see that according to the government (terminology) ALL of the government land is really ones HOME land and so what you can do there should be what you can do at Home.  It’s all so simple (or it should be all so simple).

There are those in my neighborhood (a few) that view it as their responsibility to make sure that their homes are being constantly watched.  They fear that the ‘bad guys’ are constantly watching their homes, so that they have to arrange for or hire other guys to always watch their homes too, and maybe the homes of all their neighbors, even the whole neighborhood.   What are they looking for, these “watchers“?

It probably started out simply enough, watch for strong arm men with a crowbar or a gun, you knew the bad guys by the masks they wore.  Then women entered in and began to enter houses, then bad guys with badges (not masks), then just plain ordinary folks (sometimes with true or false government ID’s) and finally everyone realized that the biggest threat to ones home (or neighborhood, or land) was from anyone, maybe even your local neighbor, or the person your neighbor hired.  The “Watchers” were right, “trust no one,” “don’t even trust the watchers.”

The watchers get their cues from higher up, those that are “professionals” in security, the type that thinks that dancing looks like treason, that are too old to dance (and are jaded or jealous) or those that never heard of the hula and never thought of dance as speech and communication.

In Indian Land in New Mexico (land) the pueblos and the reservations often ban photography.  It is a rule.  They are not hypocrites about it, they don’t have security cameras taking pictures of you putting away your camera.  These pueblos and reservations do allow dancing, especially on feast days when they also allow eating; which is more than you are allowed to do in the Jefferson Memorial.

If you ban one type of communication (free speech) it is obvious you should ban all types of speech, like phones and telephones and cell phones in (and near) the memorial.  Talk is cheap and probably to some disrespectful.  Has anyone ever been convicted of treason without first talking?  There you go; talking leads (or can lead) to treason.  So just “shut up”.  You call it “speech”, I call homeland security; I have my theories of what you may be up to, especially if you are talking in or near an airport.  Silence!  No talking in the halls, or hallways.  And you should not be talking at home either, it interferes with watching TV and the constant drone of the message of the controllers.

Yes, freedom is a hard road.  It takes patience and respect.  Busy bodies are always the first to take freedom away, they create rules, more rules, and never know where to stop until they have made the whole of everything “their way” and then they hate the way it is because they are so bored and life itself is so stifled and stifling and so uniform (and there is nothing that occurs from which to learn).  One size, in such a world, fits all – or doesn’t fit at all.

So if you are the kind that wants to make rules, enforce rules, use rules to make life miserable for others, be warned.  What goes around, comes around, and will come around to you.  We are ALL the watchers now, we ALL know what we’re doing.  It’s what “you’re doing” that bothers us, we know the game, we know the rules (perhaps) better than you (do).  We will use your rules to get you, or to forgive you; but it seems more like the mood is “get” right now.

We could talk about it, but you’ve turned talk into secrecy, and secrecy is like conspiracy, like treason.   So what to do?  Maybe it is time to just do it!  Everyone’s worst nightmare is an end to freedom, it’s scary.  But if YOU ARE the one pointing (or that has pointed fingers) it is time to gracefully bow out, or the loss of freedom is going to come down hardest on you.  This is probably a promise, not a threat.

Thank you Connie Francis for your song.  I learned what I needed to know, early.  And you are right, the rules are getting in the way of LOVE.

[“Homeland Memorial” Post written on June 1, 2011 @ 15:09  ZLT / GMT / Zulu / UTC]