Why S&P downgraded the US credit rating

Here is why S&P downgraded the US credit rating.

• U.S. Tax revenue: $2,170,000,000,000
• Fed budget: $3,820,000,000,000
• New debt: $ 1,650,000,000,000
• National debt: $14,271,000,000,000
• Recent budget cut: $ 38,500,000,000

Now let’s remove 8 zeros and pretend it’s a household budget.

• Annual family income: $21,700
• Money the family spent: $38,200
• New debt on the credit card: $16,500
• Outstanding balance on the credit card: $142,710
• Total budget cuts: $385

Storm Chaser 2: The Outage (kidding!)

Our electric company's on-call linemen were at a major house fire in a neighboring county when a utility pole caught fire behind the old video store, across the street from my house. (Ironically, I was across town at the grocery store when the page came in.) We had two fire trucks there, but couldn't put the fire itself out because of the electrical danger; we could only block off the street and stand by in case all the burning embers from the cross arm set fire to something down wind. Sparks kept falling on a garage below, but luckily it had rained (and sleeted!) earlier.

What could be a more challenging job than an electric company lineman? Almost by definition they get called out in the worst possible weather; these guys had to come from a fire that damaged two houses, then arrived in Albion just as it started to sprinkle, and worked on a bucket truck in driving rain and gusty winds. And they got the power back on in *less* time than they'd estimated. Whatever they get paid, it isn't enough.

We had a nice dinner by candlelight, which provided enough illumination for us to read for awhile until the power came back on. I didn't get whiney until this morning, when I realized the water heater pilot light went out and I couldn't get it back on; showerless Mark is grouchy Mark.

My brother is supposed to come over this afternoon to help (by which I mean, he knows what he's doing) put siding up where my chimney used to be (did I mention the chimney is finally and completely down?) I'll draft him to help me figure out the water heater, because that's what I do.

Scary writing monsters

Scary writing monsters from the Writers of Mass Distraction:

http://writersofmassdistraction.com/2011/10/14/monsters-monsters-the-writing-ones/

Franklin, Friends Found Philly Firefighting


SLIGHTLY OFF THE MARK

            Here’s a great Fire Prevention Week story: The City of Philadelphia is installing an historical marker to commemorate the 275th anniversary of the very first ever American volunteer fire company, which beats most Indiana departments by over 150 years.
The city received financial support from the National Association of Mutual Insurance Companies, an organization that I’d imagine got hard hit by disasters this year. Say what you will about insurance companies, but you can bet they don’t like to see property burn down.
            The man who pushed for the marker is Edward Welch, an historian and 35-year veteran volunteer firefighter in Pennsylvania. Volunteers, when they see something that needs to be addressed, have this habit of … volunteering.
            In the early 1730’s, before we had a country, several prominent Philadelphia residents wrote a series of newspaper articles, in which they pointed out that fire protection in the growing city consisted mostly of people pointing, screaming, and running. It was like a colonial Godzilla movie. This, they decided, was ineffective, and also not very dignified. The leader of the group had mad organizational skills, so on December 7, 1736 – a day which would later live in infamy – Benjamin Franklin formed a fire company.
            Yes, that Benjamin Franklin. (From one of those letters came the expression “an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure”.)
            Considering his reputation as something of a party animal, one couldn’t be blamed for thinking the Union Fire Company, which came to be called Franklin’s Bucket Brigade, was organizing buckets full of something you wouldn’t want to throw on a fire. After all, didn’t Ben say “Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy”?
Well, no. But he did say that rain, in growing grapes that could be turned into wine, was proof that God “loves to see us happy”. Wine, Beer – maybe he just wanted a fire department to protect the booze warehouses?
But Franklin also performed scientific experiments, wrote in newspapers that he published, became a great diplomat, and kept John Adams and Thomas Jefferson from killing each other. Oh, and he formed the US Post Office, but at this point it’s looking like the volunteer fire service might last longer.
Any man who works that hard has earned a few brewskies.
By 1799, Franklin’s efforts produced about 40 volunteer fire companies, not one of which took a dime in tax money to perform their services. Instead they fined their members for various offenses, including not showing up to fires or drills, cursing in public, drunkenness, lewd behavior … hm … maybe Ben paid for the whole thing himself.
            Thanks to his organizational abilities, the various fire companies worked together so well that Philadelphia didn’t get a single paid firefighter until 1871, some whole buncha years later. And what did Franklin get in return? Elected President? No. State named after him? Almost, but no. Made fun of on stage and screen? Yep. But he spent most of his life shepherding beautiful ladies around, drinking wine and getting happily bloated at a time when fat was considered a sign of great success, so maybe the joke’s on everyone else.
            I wonder how much success he’d have had if he’d tried to form the first fire department today?
            His neighbor: “But Ben – just let the government take care of that. You’ll miss Desperate Housewives.”
            His mayor: “You just don’t have the necessary permits, Doctor Franklin. You’re not zoned for a – what do you call it – firehouse? The neighbors will petition against all you men gathering there, ringing bells.”
            His insurance agent: “Think of the liability, Doc! You run over some poor kid on your way to the fire, and next thing you know his dad will own your printing press.”
            His state government: “I’m sorry, we just can’t come to an agreement – half the senate just sneaked into Maryland so they didn’t have to vote. Besides, we can’t let you go to fires until all your members are properly certified in bucket technology, and we just changed the requirements. You’ll have to pay to print up the new paperwork, then have it mailed to us in triplicate. Too bad we don’t have a post office yet.”
            The Federal government: “I understand your complaint that our regulations make it too expensive for you to run a fire department, but don’t worry: We’re here to help. If a fire breaks out in Philadelphia, you just sent us a rider and we’ll have federal assistance to you in two or three weeks, assuming you’re willing to turn over control to us.”
            “Control of what?”
            “Everything, Doctor Franklin. Everything. But you see, then you won’t have to worry. Trust us.”
            Yeah. Maybe it’s better that Ben got things going when he did. Ask any small businessman or community leader, and they’ll tell you it’s hard to build something from the ground up anymore.
            Come to think of it, maybe what we need in our next President is another Franklin: A genius organizer, diplomat, common sense thinking man, someone who sees a need and addresses is, instead of leaving it for a committee to gnaw to death. I suppose the closest we’ll get is someone who drinks and sleeps around.
            Still, the volunteer fire service is here thanks to Ben Franklin, and no matter what difficult times lie ahead, volunteers are here to stay. If that’s not something worth commemorating, I don’t know what is.

antique store carrying "Storm Chaser"


I love old stuff (except for my house, but that's another story). So I'm happy to announce "Storm Chaser" is now available at the Just Off the Square antique and fine collectible shop, at 118 E Main Street in Albion. I signed a copy for Jean Smith over the summer, and discovered she wants to support local authors, and already has books by a few others available there.

I hope everyone, in turn, will support a local business and stop by -- and let them know you heard it from me! If you buy a copy of "Storm Chaser" there, feel free to stop by the Brick Ark Inn on December 3rd, when I'll be doing a book signing with other local authors -- and I may have news later about another book signing coming up this fall.

Oh, and if you’re shopping for a Christmas present for me, Just Of the Square has Groucho Marx and Mark Twain dolls that would look perfect on my bookshelves …

Believe in Yourself: Internet Marketing - Part II

My Writers of Mass Distraction friend Donna on internet marketing for writers:

Believe in Yourself: Internet Marketing - Part II: I hope all of you wrote out your goals, making sure they were SMART, and checked your synopsis and log line, wrote out your promise to your ...

argh update

I'm so sore I actually had to miss a house fire Wednesday. Remember, kids: When you swing a sledge hammer, it has an effect not only on what you hit, but on the swinger. Between my back, my tennis elbow (seriously? Seriously?) and muscle aches, all I have to be thankful for is that the low pressure system moved on and relieved my sinuses.

I'm going on vacation for a week, if you can call it that. As soon as I'm a bit less hurting -- or probably sooner, as time is a factor -- I'll be mostly skipping the internet and concentrating on getting outside stuff done before we return to fall weather. I've got a home to winterize, trees and bushes to trim, a garage to clean, and a pile of chimney debris to haul away from the house, among other things. Charis' fiancee is coming over to help (by which I mean he knows how to do it) replace the chimney, probably with a forced air system, so I can turn the furnace on without getting carbon monoxide poisoning.

Meanwhile, my house appraised for less than I'd hoped, so although my home refinancing has been approved, I may not be able to get enough to pay for the roof replacement and other work that were assumed to be getting done by the appraiser as part of his estimate. Bit of a Catch-22, there -- we're working on it. Gotta work faster if I'm to avoid another winter of taking unwanted showers in the kitchen.

So, yeah ... I'll be busy. What's new? and then -- back to writing.

 
Fire damaged a home west of Albion Wednesday, October 5. The occupants of the Robert Bollinger residence were able to escape safely, although a firefighter was treated at the scene.
The blaze, at 3772 W Albion road, reportedly might have started in the basement, then spread into the attic, although its cause is undetermined and remains under investigation. The home’s kitchen received heavy damage, while smoke and heat damage was done throughout the building. Damage to the structure and contents was estimated at around $50,000.
Albion and Ligonier firefighters were dispatched at 6:37 p.m., and arrived to find heavy smoke pushing from the two story wood frame structure. It took about half an hour to bring the smoky blaze under control, and one firefighter was treated for possible exhaustion.
Water tankers and manpower were brought in from the Cromwell and Noble Township Fire Departments, while a Kendallville fire crew stood by at the Albion Fire Station. Noble County EMS personnel examined several firefighters at the scene as a precaution.
The firefighting and tanker shuttle operation required Albion road to be shut down for some time, so Noble County Sheriff’s deputies diverted traffic onto neighboring roads.
Also responding to the scene were Noble REMC workers, who shut down the home’s electrical service, the American Red Cross, and a company that assists in boarding up fire damaged homes.
Responders worked at the scene until just after 9 p.m. Twenty Albion firefighters responded to the call, manning eight of the fourteen fire units involved.

I tackle poetry -- and get slammed

SLIGHTLY OFF THE MARK



            My fiancée is taking a poetry class this year, so I, being a writer, decided to take a crack at writing poetry myself.

            Why didn’t someone stop me?

            Thank goodness I’m better at prose. Thank goodness Emily is better at poetry, or she’d be scoring a big fat goose egg, which rhymes with … I don’t know, something.

            My understanding has always been that poetry is writing that’s short and structured and rhymes, while prose just rambles on, the way I do. However, it turns out that poetry doesn’t always rhyme, and some poems have gone on to book lengths. There are, in fact, many dozens of types of poetry, from Haiku to Jintishi. I thought Jintishi was a condition related to liver damage from too much drinking, but no.

I myself have written several: There’s my Summer Sonnet, which managed to rhyme “sunblock” with “wet sock” (you have to read the whole thing, it makes sense in context). That was the first part of a trilogy that ended with “Winter Depression Elegy”. Then there’s my most famous work of all, “Ode to Odious Odors”, a salute to sweat.

It was only after I realized poems didn’t have to rhyme that I completed my ultimate work: “Rhymes With Orange”. I expected to replace Arthur F. Mapes as Indiana’s poet laureate, but got into trouble when my application poem rhymed “laureate” with “lariat”. As I hadn’t bothered with something that actually made logical sense, my choice left the Indiana Arts Commission hanging.

 By the way, the current Indiana State Poet Laureate is Imma Eaton Krapf; I used Mapes’ name because he lived here in Noble County. By the end of this century Noble County will be known as a writer’s paradise, home of Mapes, Stratton-Porter, Hunter, and Emily Stroud. (Don’t worry Emi; it’s not necessarily in that order).

As part of striving toward famous authorhood (You’ve heard of Authorhood; he stole books from the rich and gave them to the poor), and in an attempt to be a well-rounded writer, I thought I’d take another stab at writing poetry, despite the begging and pleading of both colleagues and fans.

As it happens, I’ve been discussing with writer friends the issue of which is better: e-books or good old fashioned paper books. Poetry should deal with the challenges of life, right? Well, you’re not going to see me at a poetry slam, screaming about drug abuse while sipping five dollar coffee, but I know the sick feeling of pulling a paperback out of the bathtub water. So here, from a writer’s standpoint, is my salute to modern technology:



I thought that I would never see
a book that didn’t kill a tree.
With pages scented paper sweet;
Appetizing termite meat.


No foliage falls for greater cause
then giving pleasure when we pause
to take it easy, and get lost
in stories great, at discount cost.


A too hot day in summertime
is good enough excuse to climb
into a room, all air conditioned,
assuming readership position.


And winter’s even better, yet
to put aside a day, all set
to ignore the crappy cold and snow
for Kipling, King, or maybe Poe.


But oh, the times will change, they say,
if you’ve the means with which to pay,
and wonders come, by hook or crook
electronically – such as e-book.


What a great way to read a story!
Romance, Sci-fi, or something gory.
The e-book holds a million tomes
that otherwise you’d leave at home.


Much less space used! The paper saved!
No more do printing presses slave
to murder trees and spray out ink:
To get a book, just hit a link


On a little screen, electronic
that can bring your reading tonic
and sooth the soul that needs that book
on Kindle, iPad, or the Nook.


It’s so much better, wouldn’t you say?
Your whole library’s there, all day.
No bending covers – doing that
would break an e-reader’s back.


No new book smell. No bookmark need.
No buying something new to read
from that little bookstore down the block;
they’re out of business. Closed and locked.


No comfort in those overflowing
shelves of print, the joy of knowing
no death of any circuitry
nor slowly dying battery


will keep you from enjoying it
in dull lines, or a bathroom visit.
E-books? They’ll come along, apace.
As new things will, they’ll have their place.


If people read, no matter how
it makes this planet great, somehow.
But print will stay, for fools like me,
who know it’s worth replanting trees.

Nice display location for Storm Chaser

The Bookmark, an independent bookstore on Anthony Blvd. in Fort Wayne, has Storm Chaser on display on their store's checkout desk! They're well stocked and well connected; stop by and support a local business.

http://www.thebookmark.net/servlet/StoreFront

d'oh ...

I've been trying to reply to comments to my blog on my work computer -- and they just vanish.  Apparently it's the computer gods telling me I should be working, but I haven't been online anywhere else -- anyone who's commented, I'm not ignoring you!