Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Atlanta, Georgia's Big Snow of January 2014


(please note that my co-worker and I were also in Atlanta for 
the Big Snow of January 11, 2011)


We started the day in Tucker, GA –east side of Atlanta, our job was just inside the Perimeter aka I-285, which is the perimeter road that goes all the way around the city.  In the late morning we drove about 85 miles to the East on I-20, and around 12:30pm it started to rain, but it was freezing rain, which is to say that the sound was like large grains of sand hitting the wind shield, but little moisture appeared on the glass.  The freezing rain continued in that area for the next 2 or 3 hours. 

On our way back to Tucker, when we reached the Lithonia area, still on I-20 the rain turned to snow.  It was impressive in that it reduced visibility, but not really significant as the snowflakes were tiny.

We dropped off the hearing truck in Tucker and got on I-285.  And the adventure began….   Traffic was light, and it was easily possible to go as fast as 40mph.  So we made good time for about 5 minutes, and then we came to the backed up traffic.  Apparently there was either an accident or a breakdown (or both) about 5 miles ahead of our location.  The Google GPS in my phone showed symbols for accidents and breakdowns.   Traffic barely moved for the next hour and a half.

(photo from WSB Facebook page 01/28/2014)

I believe that the main problem is that so many of the locals are afraid to go more than 2mph – I am NOT exaggerating that at all!!!  I passed a great many people who were barely moving.   In my opinion that is just plain stupid, because, with the proper following distance I could so easily go 25 to 30 without sliding.  Another problem is that there a lot of hills and a lot of idiots who just stand on the accelerator and they wonder why they can’t get traction on the ice.  On a side street --it must have really freaked them out that I just slalomed on through with no traction problem at all.  It was only after we decided to turn around and go back that those who could not get traction were getting to the top of the hill.

We proceeded to the other side of the highway and there found La Botana Tex Mex Restaurant and decided to have dinner –and use the ‘facilities’.  We had been on the road for 2 -1/2 hours and had traveled 8.7 miles from our starting point in Tucker.

A particular annoyance during all of this was people who kept their hazard lights flashing.  It was hard to know if they were moving or not.  We started to just call them the “stupid people”.  It does no good at all to keep your hazard lights flashing in a situation such as this, it confuses and annoys others.

We spent over an hour on a ramp, waiting to get back onto 285.  This is where we started to see people walking.  They were coming up the ramp from the highway.  A man with a backpack, who stopped and talked to someone in a car ahead of us.  A lady carrying a bundle that proved to be a small child, with a blanket over it’s head and a tiny pair of booted feet dangling out the bottom.  A man and woman, who later returned with 3 children over the age of 7 (I am guessing because of the size of the children compared to the adults.)  this little group was later seen, by us, walking up a different ramp exiting the highway.  All the while we noticed the random school bus, and I prayed that there were not children in those school buses, but according to the radio there were , in fact, a great many children still on school busses that could not reach their destinations.  We also heard on the radio (WSB talk radio) that there were children who never left school and were spending the night, along with the school’s staff as no one could get home anyway.

                                            (photo from WSB Facebook page 01/28/2014)

By 12:50 am we had again been sitting in traffic for another 3+ hours,… and we had not gone more than 11 miles from our starting point in Tucker.  I had spent over an hour watching an ambulance, first just the reflection of the flashing lights off of other vehicles behind us, and then it passed us and wove on through the traffic until it finally came to a standstill, as it appeared had all of the traffic ahead of us.  By luck we were just before an exit ramp.  We decided to get off of 285 and look for a bathroom.  

After a few blocks on Roswell Road NE in the Sandy Springs area we did find a McDonald’s.  The parking lot was full, some cars empty and others with engines running and McDonald’s food wrappers on dashboards, but there was a sign on the McDonald’s door that stated that only the drive up was open, so we got back on the road. 

At this point we had decided to not bother trying to go back to 285, as there was a long line of cars waiting to do just that.  We went in the opposite direction—away from 285, with no other traffic at all.  My co-worker used his gps to find a route for us to take.  We followed Johnson Ferry Road NE in a north-westerly direction.  Until we saw the police officer….. On Johnson Ferry Road Northwest near Riverside Drive Northwest - ICE covered roadway – uphill like a 6% grade –very steep uphill….. the police officer directed us to drive North in the Southbound lanes.  The Northbound lanes were filled with apparently abandoned cars.   It was a tense few minutes trying to get up the steep grade without letting the car come to a stop in a line of cars –not easy at all.  There was a lady in a Volkswagen Beetle who more of less led the charge, real gutsy lady.  At the top of the incline there were more cars that were stuck, and there was someone with a large pickup truck, who we guessed was going to try to get some of those stuck vehicles moving again.

We proceeded in a Northerly direction until we found an open gas station/convenience store. There were restrooms, and some folks who were interested to hear of our adventure of the previous 8 hours. They advised us to continue Northward to Roswell Road NE.  That is what we did.

Once on Roswell Road we proceeded at a reasonable pace of about 25mph on very slick roads.  There were abandoned cars everywhere, some still in the roadway, left wherever the drivers became too afraid to proceed.

On Roswell Road NE between  Robinson Rd NE and N Marietta Parkway NE heading towards N Marietta Pkwy, there is a rather steep downhill again like a 6% grade.  ICE covered roadway. There traffic was just at a complete standstill, with a garbage “scow” big truck at an angle blocking two lanes.  I was able to drive down the steep grade, with my foot on the brakes most of the way down.  We slid just a little bit and I aimed for where dry pavement could be seen, and the minivan stopped.  Then I was able to proceed, simply by taking my foot off the brake pedal, to the bottom of the hill and make a right turn onto N Marietta Parkway NE.  This road was completely deserted and dark, with only abandoned cars lining the side of the road, side by side by side, all parked at an angle.  I was able to go 35 mph, with no obstructions or inclines.

At approximately 1:45am we entered a nearly deserted Interstate 75.  There was a light snow covering on most of the roadway, with some pavement showing through where previous travelers had made it through.   On I-75 it was possible to go 40 to 45 mph.  Along the way, I am guessing it was the Kennesaw area, there was a traffic backup on the Southbound lanes that went on for 8 miles! 
They were parked for the night.....  Cars, some abandoned, semi’s, and all kinds of other vehichles.
The farther North I drove the better the condition of the roads, and by Cartersville I was able to go 55mph.  At about 4:45am we pulled into McDonald’s in Dalton, Georgia.

After that the roads were clear, very little snow or ice, and by the other side of Monteagle no snow or ice on the roads at all.  The rest of the trip was uneventful.  It took us 24 hours to travel approximately 815 miles, but we finally made it back to Rockford, Illinois –sunshine and about 20 degrees.


                                             abandoned cars near Roswell, GA 01/29/2014
                                                               --the day after the storm


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My post to the WSB Facebook page:  we are from northern Illinois, and we listened to your informative programming Tuesday night. we were on 285 for 9 hours ..out of Tucker, trying to get to I-75 north. I don't know where we got off the interstate, but that's when the fun began. on some ferry road, south of Roswell-- over the hills. lots of fun driving up steep, ice-coated hills. made our way up to Roswell Rd, headed west toward I-75. more ice coated hills. the last hill ..down to Marietta Hwy was a. real doozy!!
but we are from the North, and we know "how it's done"; got around all the stopped cars and made it down. got on I-75 ok. saw a 8 mile southbound stretch packed full of stopped vehicles. there must be 1,000s of abandoned vehicles on the north end of Atlanta-- all over the roads, and in the breakdown lanes. anyway, we made it Tucker to Dalton in 13 hours. made it out alive....   (from my Galaxy III, blah, blah, blah)

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HEY ATLANTA!  THIS IS A SNOW REMOVAL PLAN:




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this pretty well sums up our exit from Atlanta....

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and:




Thursday, January 2, 2014

My feet get cold in the winter time.....

What is it about the dead of winter, and winter has barely begun, that makes one feel so very alone and melancholy? perhaps all this talk of gatherings, and meals shared,.... and it makes my mere existence feel so much more solitary. sadly, singularly alone. and no one to share anything with, just alone. all. the. time.
Make no mistake, I am very grateful to be included in my ‘peeps’ holidays:  Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter,..the occasional other odd event: birthdays and such.  I thank them from the bottom of my heart.  I am grateful and touched that you all include me.  You are generous beyond measure simply for including me and making me feel welcome.
That said, I am beset with an overwhelming feeling of aloneness. 

Singular
adjective
exceptionally good or great; remarkable.
synonyms:
remarkableextraordinaryexceptionaloutstandingsignalnotable,noteworthy; More strante or eccentric in some respect.

synonyms:
See also: distasteful, or odd:
adjective
different from what is usual or expected; strange.
synonyms:

happening or occurring infrequently and irregularly; occasional.
synonyms:
spare; unoccupied.
synonyms:
separated from a usual pair or set and therefore out of place or mismatched.
synonyms:
mismatched, unmatchedunpaired

Now, do not get me wrong, I not only like being considered different, eccentric, and unconventional, I embrace that part of who I am.  I am proud to be an example to girls or young women of the reality that a woman can live without another.  Strong and free.  “I am woman, hear me roar…”  HELL YEAH.
But being almost constantly alone, having no real friend to spend face time with…..  it is more than a human being can bear.

Since I am alone so much of the time I have plenty of time to contemplate this alone-ness.  It comes to me quickly, whenever I am ‘included’ in a group, no matter where amongst them I sit, I am still all alone.  Everyone seems to be ‘in progress’ in some conversation or other and I am on the periphery, no matter who invited me, no matter who else is without partner. 

I am the wanderer.  I am renegade.  I am the midnight rider.  Desperado. … Cast out, disincluded, disassociated.

You are born alone and you die alone, and if you are very lucky you spend the time between those two events surrounded by people who love and support you.  If you are not lucky…….

Equations for these physical theories predict that the ball of mass of some quantity becomes infinite or increases without limit.


ALONE. 


The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine 
It's hard to tell the night time from the day 
You're losin' all your highs and lows 
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away? 


all feelings go away....


(The Eagles. Desperado. 1973)

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

taking a sabbatical....

wow, hard to believe that I have not blogged in a month!
I have been training new employees, which entails traveling quite a bit. My creativity gets funneled into training activities and the writing of instructions.  So, while I still have moments of inspiration, I am so focused on training that other things do not get done.  And, on the weekends, I have been focused on seeing and doing things here -in the area where we are working.  In this case it is New England, where, in the past, I have been 'feet on the ground' before, but not as a tourist.  So, I have been taking this opportunity to be a part-time tourist on the weekends.  I have not actively sought the most popular of tourist attractions, but that is just me! I have never really followed the crowd, but all my life I have done my "own thing", and that is what my tourism on this trip has been.
If you are my friend on Facebook, and you have paid attention to the photos I have shared, then you already know that I have been to the Lizzie Borden Home and Museum in Fall River Massachusetts.  I have been to Providence, Rhode Island --thusly eliminating from my list the last remaining U.S. state East of the Mississippi that I had not visited.  (There are only 8 U.S. states that I have yet to visit.)  I have added to my list of major airports Logan Airport in Boston, and was there on the day of the fuel tank fire, which extended my already long day by another hour (and I am grateful that was the length of the delay!).  Later I spent 4 days in Kennebunk, Maine and the surrounding area, including a couple of hours at the Rachel Carson Wildlife Refuge walking in the woods.  I ate wonderfully delicious gluten free pizza at Duffy's Tavern, not once but 2 days in a row, with wonderful Omission gluten free beer.  I drove the Ocean Avenue route at Kennebunkport, and went out to Twin Lighthouses state park near Portland, Maine.
The following weekend I headed down to Gloucester, Massachusetts to see the Fisherman's Memorial park, and see the names of those lost at sea, including the crew of the Andrea Gail (subject of the film The Perfect Storm), found The Crow's Nest, and had a wonderful gluten free breakfast at Mamie's Kitchen on Pleasant Street in Gloucester.  Then, intending to follow roads along the coast, I happened upon Hammond "Castle" museum, which was the home of an interesting, eccentric named John Hammond, Jr. who is considered the "father" of radio control.  From there I headed over to Marblehead Neck, and then wandered around a bit on the way back to my hotel. (Walmarts are few and far between in this area!)
That sums up my tourist activity for September 2013.

So, that's what i have been up to instead of creative blogging.

Saturday, August 31, 2013

16 years ago tonight (08-31-2013)

It has been 16 years since that awful night.  Whatever program I was watching that evening had ended.  I was channel surfing, planning on a brief view of what was on the television that evening, and then turning off the television for the night.  I happened to stop on CNN, which was my main news source at that time.  It was clear that they were on one topic and not the usual fare either.  It was shocking to hear that Princess Diana had been in an horrific automobile accident and was in critical condition in a Paris hospital.
The television stayed on.  We waited for updates of Diana's condition.  Previously there had been such extreme oversaturation of Diana news that we had stopped paying attention to all of it.  Now we were praying for her.

She was a lovely young woman pulled, unwitting, into the public spotlight.  Convinced to join in an archaic ritual of a hierarchical 'official' marriage to a royal.  The "last" princess in our lifetime.  Poor innocent, led into a very public life and having to deal with personal struggles privately.  Not an ideal situation for anyone.  I say shame on the 'royal' family for what they put the poor woman through! and good for Diana for seeing that she needed to find her own way in the world.

Now, we waited.  Late into the night word finally came: she had not survived the crash, died at the scene.  How awful!! Spellbound by the news, we remained in front of our television all night long, finally turning it off at around 6:00am.  Extremely saddened.

The thing, for me personally, was that she was a contemporary of mine -- near to my own age.  That was what really caused her death to affect me deeply.  I was sad for many, many days after her terrible passing.
And now, 16 years later, I remember that night with sadness.  Rest In Peace Princess, Rest In Peace.


Sunday, August 4, 2013

There's a new Doctor (Who) in town....#12

Well, BBC has finally announced the identity of the actor slated to play the twelfth incarnation of Doctor Who.  His name is Peter Capaldi, and this is not his start in the Doctor Who series.  Peter Capaldi was Caecilius in the 2008 episode The Fires of Pompeii.  And true fans of anything remotely related to The Doctor will also remember him as John Frobisher in Torchwood: Children of Earth.  Peter Capaldi's acting credits go back as far as 1982, according to the Internet Movie Database (IMDb).



The thing that gripes me today is that people are calling Peter Capaldi "too old" for the role of Doctor Who.  (Peter Capaldi was born in 1958.)  This is patently ridiculous, because there is a long history to the Dr. Who franchise, 50 years worth of Dr. Who history.... The 3rd Doctor, Jon Pertwee was in his 50's and the 1st Doctor, William Hartnell in his 60's.  These are beloved portrayers of Doctor Who.  So you sissy, sassy, young punks who are calling people old may just be too young to even watch Doctor Who.  ;-)  and YES that is a poke at you young whippersnappers.

Who are you calling "old"?  Think about who might call you old!  Need I remind you: Doctor Who himself is over 900 years old!!

What I am ultimately saying is that age is only a number.  It does not need to be a state of mind, or to control your life or behaviour.  Mr. Capaldi has an impressive body of work coming into this role.  If he has energy and stamina he could well be an impressive Doctor Who.

I am excited to about the 12th Doctor, cannot wait for the episodes to be aired.  I love television programs that allow for an interchangeable cast, or, as in this instance, replacement actors.  But replacement actors who step up and take over the role they are cast, make it all their own, and take us to new places we never imagined possible.

That is the total and final essence of The Doctor -- he always takes us to a new place we never imagined.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

The Magic Raincoat....

It’s old. I have had the magic raincoat for at least 20 years.  It was a few years before I found out that it was magic.  The magic works about 97% of the time.  Here is how it works:

I bring the raincoat with me, I unfold it, carry it wherever I go.  If it does rain, it does not rain on me, when I am outdoors.  It’s like this: it’s raining when I leave for work, no problem, attached garage, so I don’t get rained on.  Drive to work, raincoat unfolded on the passenger seat, the rain stops when I arrive at work and prepare to exit the car.  It rains later, when I am inside the building working.  Lunchtime?  I put on the raincoat and it’s not raining while I go to lunch, or when I return and walk from car to building.  5 O’clock whistle blows?  The rain stops before I exit the building, and starts again after I am in the car and driving.  Home at last, it’s not raining at all here…..

Seriously, I have had many days like this! The key is that I must have the raincoat and it must be unfolded.   I had a co-worker, Kirby D., and if it would start to rain after we were in the office, Kirby would turn around slowly and ask me, “did you bring it?”  And I would say, “Yes, Kirby, I have it unfolded.”   And he would smile and turn back to his desk.  I think he really believed in the magic raincoat, and it never failed me as long I worked with Kirby D. 

Not everyone believes me, or they just don’t want to admit that it works.  The magic raincoat.  It’s a pale greenish hue, made of polyvinyl chloride (pvc), with nylon and polyester.  It has a nice roomy hood with a visor, so it keeps the rain off my glasses –on the rare occasion that I do get rained on while wearing the magic raincoat.  I think it cost around $30.  When  I got it I liked it so much that I bought another one and my mother got one too.  Later, when I wanted another color I got a third magic raincoat.  The funny thing is that I didn’t realize that it was a magic raincoat until I owned all three of them.  And they are all magic.  I carry one more than the others, but I have carried each of the three raincoats and they really all do the magic trick, 97% of the time.

Now, there are times when I look out the window, at the rain coming down, and I know it’s just not going to be a day that I do not get rained on.  I can accept that,… 3% of the time!!  What really vexes me is that, if I carry the magic raincoat in to the office, on a day that rain is predicted  and then run an errand without the magic raincoat, because maybe the sun was shining when I walked out, I get rained on!!  Ah, but that is how I know that it is truly a magic raincoat!, if only I had carried with me on the errand, I could have stayed dry.

That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.  J
 

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

I am Farscape: definition of Scape (as in "A Scape of Scapers")

Definition:
Scape: A Scape of Scapers. To be a fan of Farscape. To be Farscape.


Scaper: A person who has gathered with other Farscape fans, either to attend an Official Farscape Convention, OR to view episodes of the television program known as Farscape.

A Scape is more than 2 Scapers.

Also:
Fans of Ben Browder, Claudia Black, Anthony Simcoe, Virginia Hey, Jonathan Hardy, Lani Tupu, Gigi Edgeley, Wayne Pygram, Paul Goddard, David Franklin, Rebecca Riggs, Francesca Buller, Raelee Hill, Tammy Macintosh, Kent McCord, Melissa Jaffer, etc….

A Scaper is a person who has been "irreversibly contaminated". 
A Scaper knows one truth about every living being:  You Can Be More.


We are a Scape of Scapers. We are unique in the universe. We must have our own designation.



Definition:
to Scape: showing episodes of Farscape to 'newbies', to cause others to be irreversibly contaminated.





(Farscape is owned by the Henson Company.)


below is an excerpt from a FB post, written by Scaper A.A.:
".. The Creation Entertainment/Burbank/L.A. experiences were nothing short of AMAZING and even though a lot of us never really talked or hung out - there was that feeling of family that I've never experienced anywhere...
So many people from so many different walks of life - and we all embraced each other unconditionally - all for the love of the TV show that brought us all together...
And it was SO much more than a TV show - it was more like we were all living the adventure of Moya's cast & crew...
...
And then add in the way that we and the cast embraced each other - that created an experience that will resonate with us if we only attended one or all of the conventions!
I'm sure i'm not alone in saying that the 'FarScape Experience' was and still is a life changing & enriching experience that I am truly grateful that I am part of!
I've truly been blessed with 2 wonderful families! My biological one and my FarScape Family!
I hope we can all meet up again - and as I said at the last convention - 'Til We Scape Again!" .."            
  .....(printed with permission from the author 07/03/2013)