The Last Goodbye

It's hard to believe that just a year ago I visited you in the hospital. You had just had your first Dialysis. You were bright and smiling, and when you saw me you yelled out like you always did… ROBERT! You were always happy to see me. Your braided hair (which had been tied up in two buns on either side of your head) was disheveled, and I said, “You look like Princess Leia after a bender”. I took your picture with my Cell Phone… I could not know it was your last picture.

I remember when Mom picked you up from the Hospital; you were only a couple of weeks old, and the cutest baby we had ever seen.
I fell in love with you immediately. We all did, you were our Pamela…
Growing up I was you’re your big brother and protector. Nothing would hurt my baby sister while I was around.
Like everyone in our family at the time, I was devastated when I heard you had cancer and was told you would not see your seventh birthday. But…
You were a fighter, and with the help of Radiation and Chemotherapy you defeated cancer in short order… The only casualty was you pretty hair, and one Kidney. Your hair would soon grow back more beautiful than before.

You had a dragonfly creeper that allowed you to run amuck, in and outside of the house. Proving you were just as rambunctious as any other five year old. When you got your wheelchair it was my privilege to transfer you to and from the car, and to your bed every morning and night. You were never heavy.

I often fought tooth and nail with my other sisters and brothers but I never fought with you, and could never be mean to you.

You were sick or in the hospital many times, but you always triumphed. Each time though, the fight took its toll.

When I heard your last kidney had given it’s all, I thought you would easily beat this one… Until they told us they were putting you on Xigris. I looked it up and found it is only given to patients who are desperately ill. Only then did I realize our Pam was facing her most serious foe, and possibly her final battle.

I was not there when you passed away. I did not get to say goodbye and tell you how much I loved you. I arrived just minutes after the fight was lost. This time I could not protect you. My heart broke when they said you were gone.

I will miss your smiling face. I will miss your excitement when I would visit. I will miss the game of earthquake we played with you in your wheelchair. I will miss how you would follow me around like a puppy dog. I will miss the way you jealously guarded that giant bag of M&M’s you once had (though I never saw you eat a single one). I will even miss the way you cussed like a sailor when you got teased just a little too much.

I remembered the picture I took with my phone. I copied it to my computer, but was so terribly disappointed when I found that it was blurry.
I could still see that you were smiling; you were always smiling, and I will always remember you that way.

A Man and His Crown (Fire Engine)

First off I must apologize for the quality of the pictures in this post. I took some of the pictures with my old 2.1 mega pixel camera. Some of the pictures are scans of prints.

Introduction: This is my dad (Bob) in the early 1960's (taken from an 8mm film frame). He is wearing his "fire buff" turnout gear.Here he is inside the bomb bay of the B-17 Sentimental Journey (late 90's).
And of course having lunch with the Infamous Bill Clinton at Poncho's (2007).

In early 2002 Bob finally was able to purchase a fire engine (for a very good price). He found a 1960 Crown fire engine serial # F-1173 that had been in service with the Yakima county F.P.D. It then went into service with the Easton Vol FD Kittitas county. Then the Kachess Ridge FD Kittitas county. The rig had been purchased by a private individual in late 2000, and sat under a tree for over a year. This picture was taken when the rig was in service.
When he got the rig it had the following equipment:

1000 gpm pump

750 gallon booster tank

Dual booster reels with power rewind

817cid Waukesha gas engine 300BHP

5 speed manual transmission

Air brakes

Six 2 1/2" discharge gates

One 2 1/2" suction intake

Three 4 1/2" suction intakes

Two 4 1/2" hard suction hoses

10 foot folding ladder
12 foot roof ladder
24 foot extension ladder

Here's the proud owner taken by me on one of our visits to Seattle.
I have driven the rig and must tell you it takes some getting used to. I don't have much experience with a manual transmission and the task was made more difficult because it requires "double clutching" to drive it.

Over the last several years Bob has been working diligently to restore it to "in service" condition. Some of the items he has added are as follows:
One 1 1/2" fog nozzle
One 2 1/2" nozzle ( smooth bore )
One 2 1/2" fog nozzle
Three Hydrant wrench's
Small rescue ax
Humat Hydrant valve ( 4 1/2" steamer / 3 1/2" supply ) with mtg bracket
1250 gpm deluge set w/ var tips
Blake four way valve
Two axes
Two helmets
Two turnout coats
Four booster nozzles
10 foot pike pole
Scott “SCBA” breathing apparatus with mask
First aid kit
Various lengths of various size hoses
And much much more.

Call to Blog!

The following people need to start a blog or update their blog:

Eric Zanovitch (I'm not the only one who read your blog, more would read it if you updated it).

Alan Gastineau (I used to have a cousin with that name, wonder what happened to him?). Sadly he commited suicide in 2021.

Paul Varner (It's cathartic).

I don't want to hear any sniveling either, like:
Nobody will read it. (I can tell you how to get it listed on google for free).
My life is boring. (Yeah... whatever).
I'm to busy. (So am I).

I know you all read my blog (and when). So get to it "Spit Spot"!

George Cortez Jr. Funeral

On July 27th 2007 George Cortez Jr. was called to a check cashing business for check fraud in progress. while attempting to arrest the male and female suspects, the male pulled a gun and fatally shot Officer Cortez. The suspects were apprehended a couple of hours later hiding in a closet. He is survived by his wife and 2 sons. The funeral was held on August 3rd 2007.

I did not attend the service as I did not know him. Instead I wished to see the funeral procession as they are most impressive. No other person short of the President of these United States is so honored.

The Procession was scheduled to start at 11:30 at 75th ave. and the 101, it would follow the 101 south exit at northern and continue on to the cemetery at 67th ave. and Northern.

I drove the route up and back looking for a good place to park without being on private property and where I would be able to leave if needed. I parked on 89th ave. and Northern next to a fallow corn field behind 2 other cars. Around 11:25 I heard on my scanner that DPS was not going to close the freeway until 12:00. I setup my camcorder in the back seat on top of a tool box and waited. They closed the freeway and streets at noon but the procession did not start until 12:30. At 12:35 the Procession entered the freeway, at 13:10 the motorcade reached my location. In the lead were 150 police motorcycles from Phoenix and other police departments. This was followed by the hearse, and several buses and cars carrying the dearly beloved. behind them came (as best I could count) 318 police cars interspersed with an unknown number of unmarked cars from Phoenix and pretty much every city in the state of Arizona. The police cars were followed by 13 fire trucks from various city's in the valley. This was followed by an unknown number of private vehicles. 1 police helicopter escorted the procession. By this time around 13:45 I had to leave. Traffic on 89th ave. (a small 2 lane street) had backed up all the way to Glendale ave. I estimate it took another 20 to 30 minutes for the last vehicle to clear the highway. here are some of the pictures:

Camino Del Muerte (en HDR)

Road of the Dead (in HDR)


That's what I call the stretch of road between Florence Junction and Thatcher. I was in Thatcher today (reason is unrelated to not working). One thing I have noticed about this stretch of highway (I have driven it before) is the rather large number of road side crosses. On the way to Thatcher I counted 25 on the south side of the road and on the way back to Phoenix I counted 13 on the North side of the road. for a total of 38. I may have missed a few, and this does not count the cemetery I passed. I was only able to take a few pictures due to time constraints on the way up. On the way back traffic and the lack of time, or unusual location prevented me from stopping. It seems to me the last time I drove this way (4 years ago) there were more.

I did see a couple of non death related things, and got some good pics on the way back, all of the pics were single frame HDR's. I attempted to do multiple frames but there was to much wind, in fact the pics with the clouds showed major changes between frames (and can be animated).

Anyways here they are: