You Know it is a Bad Day When

You know it is going to be a bad day for someone when you see Federal Government vehicle parked in a Casino parking lot at 6:40 pm on a Friday evening.

Official Use Vehicle

You know its going to be bad day at work tomorrow

Written on the napkin, “I use your money in gas to go to the Casino. Please take a Picture and share in Facebook”

Its going to be a long weekend for someone.

“Welcome back. What did you do with your weekend? Any gambling?”

The Power of Free

People who know I use Craigslist to have unwanted items removed from the curbside are always in awe of how fast items disappear. Items whose real value is to the person who needs or wants them. Today was no exception.

Yesterday I started taking down a Mulberry tree and am about halfway through the process. I enjoyed the tree, but it is a female Mulberry which makes berries. Not just a few berries either.

More like a few hundred pounds of berries. People were walking by and helping themselves, but that did not make much of a dent in the inch or more of berries that covered the ground every year.

Even the birds pitch in eating as much as they can hold. The neighbors are not exactly enthused about purple bird droppings staining everything they fall on. Purple streaks on sides of houses, purple globs of seeds and such on car windows, etc, every day for a month in the late spring.

What the berries on the ground also do is provide a buffet for every roach within a mile of the tree. Well maybe not that bad, and closer than a mile, but there were more roaches in the yard at night eating mulberries than I and the neighbors prefer.

It was getting late (yesterday), and I was tired, so I stopped for the day after stacking what I had cut down. Today was Sunday, so I didn’t want to work. When I came home this afternoon, the wood was still piled up curbside waiting for a new owner. It was time for me to take action.

Power of Free

The easiest way for two strangers to be happy

I posted a curb alert on Craigslist. I posted on Craigslist under the Free section. Being almost spring weather, I was unsure if anyone would want the wood. Especially green and wet. It never hurts to try.

Forty eight minutes after posting, a truck pulls up and starts loading up the wood. I spoke with him as I helped him load. He said the ad had been posted almost an hour, and he was worried he was too late!

The power of Free and Craigslist in action. Today there are two more happy people in the world. In fact the person who took the wood will be back tomorrow for the rest of the tree. He also mentioned I could cut the wood in longer pieces than I did as he has a log splitter that can handle longer pieces. Less work for me!

Lessons from a Fatal Accident

I found myself in a very surreal situation a few weeks ago. I want to share with you, as this could be you some day. Things happen, and they happen suddenly. This was one of those things.

I was at a stoplight on a busy four lane street. It was dusk. I was the third car in line in my lane. When the light turned green, the two cars in front of me took off as fast as they were able. Within seconds the front car hit its brakes and violently swerved to the right.

In an instant the second car did the same. I was looking at the cars wondering why they swerved out of the lane. I thought to myself, someone was hauling something and part of what they were hauling fell off the truck or trailer and was laying in the street.

Accidents happen quickly and without warning

Accidents happen quickly and without warning

I started slowing down looking in my rear view mirror deciding which lane would be safer to turn into. When I looked forward to the road surface, I saw a large something laying in the lane.

As I came closer, I thought to myself, that looks like a human body. I quickly turned into the right lane, and stopped on the side of the road. When I exited my truck, I was sure it looked like a human laying in the street. From here on what happened became very surreal.

My next thought was call 911. I had my work phone with me, but I turn it off after work. As I walked towards the form on the street, a woman was standing with her phone out and one finger over the screen.

I asked her if she knew what happened or knew the person on the street. She said no. I asked her who she was calling, and she said, “I’m calling emergency”. Unfortunately she was frozen in place. I asked to call 911 as I walked towards the body.

It was dark, and the lighting was not good. My first thought was it was sick prank, what else could it be. Someone threw a human looking dummy into the street thinking it would be funny watching vehicles swerve to avoid hitting it.

After some seconds of staring at the body, I knew it was not a dummy, and I also knew he was not alive. I am now standing in the middle of a fifty mile per hour four lane street with a dead body on the ground. No sign of an accident and no reasonable explanation of how it got there.

I think that pretty well describes the situation. As I stood there, I thought to myself, ‘people get killed doing what I am doing’, trying to do the right thing. I could not leave the body alone to get ran over by someone not thinking about their driving, so I stayed in the lane with the body.

I looked over to the woman who was still frozen in place, and this time I commanded her to dial 911. A few more people had gathered and two of them said they would call 911. The woman was likely in shock and probably could not remember the number to 911.

I remembered I had either a tarp or a blanket in the backseat of my truck. When the light turned red, I walked to my truck to get it. The woman was still frozen in place. I found a blanket in the backseat, walked back into the lane, and with the help of a person who stopped and put on their flashers so I would not get hit too, we covered the body with a blanket.

I saw a woman walking up the lane from a distance. there was a car with its flashers on stopped in the lane some distance away. When she was about twenty feet away she broke down, sobbing and crying she hit the man and did not mean too.

One of the bystanders told her to go to the side of road which she did. It sounds harsh, but I did not care if she stayed standing out in the street in front of traffic that probably did not see her. She was not my concern, and her actions did not fit what happened. I realized later, she was probably in shock too.

The police eventually arrived, two officers in two vehicles. One officer started controlling traffic, and the second came to where I was standing next to the body. After surveying the situation and listening to me telling him there was a dead man under the blanket, he lifted the blanket, and confirmed what I said.

The policeman stood, and announced to the five or six of us that were at the scene, that this was about to become a crime scene, and if we were not involved in the accident, or had pertinent information we should leave, unless we wanted to stay there three or four hours. Myself and the others who were not involved left the scene.

There is good learning here even though the situation is horrible.

Things happen which are way out of our comfort zone.

The two drivers of the two cars in front of me at the stoplight will have to live with their decision not to stop and render aid for the rest of their lives every time they are reminded of what they did.

Sometimes even with the best of intentions we are not able to do what we know we should do.

Risk taking is a personal choice. Not everyone should be willing to stand in a lane with a dead body with cars flying by on each side of you.

If people are already stopped and helping, and it looks as if you can not help too, it is probably best to drive on. Too many people could mean a second accident, as driver are sometimes too preoccupied.

The person who was killed deserves some of the responsibility for what happened. Crossing eight lanes at night, not in a vehicle, is an extreme high risk activity. It is horrible what happened, but it can not be undone.

When driving, pay attention to the road in front of you. The driver who killed the man IMHO, was unfortunately distracted somehow. She will have to live with what happened for the rest of her life. I would not want to be her, and I am sure you do not either.

If you are on foot or on a bicycle, skateboard, or something else, weigh the risk of street crossings carefully. The person hit and killed may have crossed this street at this time night thing often over time, and was safe every time, until this time.

Measles, Big Trucks, and Tuberculosis

This measles thing is scary. A few people living in your area decided in the past, the risk of vaccinating their children was too high. They performed a risk verses reward decision matrix. The risk of their children contracting a preventable diseases was lower in their estimation, than the risk of vaccination side effects happening to one of their children.

Where does that leave everyone else? If you drive a vehicle, you pay for insurance in case you have an accident. If you have money in a checking or savings account, you pay something to keep you money as safe as possible. Because you are reading this, you have passwords on your email, and social accounts.

In general people try to minimize the effects of a life changing event in their life. It is better to take a small risk than risk it all. People who have non vaccinated children feel they are in fact taking a small risk. They are really risking it all however.

Their children are not able to contract a little measles, a little polio, or a little other deadly preventable disease. Oddly enough these people are all around you. They are content to inconvenience you, put you at risk, even allow harm to come to you.

This is an all too common picture I took yesterday. An oversize truck in order to park as close to the door as possible, is partially in the handicapped parking spot. This handicapped spot is unusable to a handicapped driver. The truck is in its space on the driver side where the driver exits the truck.

You see these types of people in the fast lines in discount stores. They have an overflowing cart, and they are in the twenty items or less line ahead of you. The cashier is instructed not to turn them away. Money is money after all.

Do you go to the movies? You go early and pay your money to get the seat you want. Someone is sitting by the seat you want, all by themselves. They tell you they are holding the five seats around them and you can’t sit where you want. The held seats are not filled for another fifteen minutes.

Which brings me back to measles. In the early part of the last century tuberculosis killed almost three of every ten people. Tuberculosis was thought to be inherited as little was known of how disease was spread in those times. Some family members contracted tuberculosis while others did not. Tuberculosis was thought to be in the genes.

Tuberculosis was contained by two main methods. First sanitariums were created. Tens of thousands of people with tuberculosis where housed in what were essentially prisons which were kindly called sanitariums.

People with tuberculosis would be taken out of their homes and placed in one of these facilities until they were cured or more likely died. The second method of eradicating tuberculosis was a method of killing tuberculosis was finally discovered, modified, and used.

If only the cure for measles and disease where vaccinations are available were this easy. Separate out the non vaccinated and infected, and place them somewhere where only non vaccinated and infected people live. Then the only people they can harm is people such as themselves. The rest of us are too kind for this however, so we accept people will die because of other peoples indifference.This measles thing is scary. A few people living in your area decided in the past, the risk of vaccinating their children was too high. They performed a risk verses reward decision matrix. The risk of their children contracting a preventable diseases was lower in their estimation, than the risk of vaccination side effects happening to one of their children.

Where does that leave everyone else? If you drive a vehicle, you pay for insurance in case you have an accident. If you have money in a checking or savings account, you pay something to keep you money as safe as possible. Because you are reading this, you have passwords on your email, and social accounts.

In general people try to minimize the effects of a life changing event in their life. It is better to take a small risk than risk it all. People who have not vaccinated their children feel they are in fact taking a small risk. They are really risking it all however.

Their children are not able to contract a little measles, a little polio, or a little other deadly preventable disease. Oddly enough these people are all around you. They are content to inconvenience you, put you at risk, even allow harm to come to you.

This is an all too common picture I took yesterday. An oversize truck in order to park as close to the door as possible, is partially in the handicapped parking spot. This handicapped spot is unusable to a handicapped driver. The truck is in its space on the driver side where the driver exits the truck.

Unconcerned and uncaring. It's all about me.

Unconcerned and uncaring. It’s all about me.

You see these types of people in the fast lines in discount stores. They have an overflowing cart, and they are in the twenty items or less line ahead of you. The cashier is instructed not to turn them away. Money is money after all.

Do you go to the movies? You go early and pay your money to get the seat you want. Someone is sitting by the seat you want, all by themselves. They tell you they are holding the five seats around them and you can’t sit where you want. The held seats are not filled for another fifteen minutes.

Which brings me back to measles. In the early part of the last century tuberculosis killed almost three of every ten people. Tuberculosis was thought to be inherited as little was known of how disease was spread in those times. Some family members contracted tuberculosis while others did not. Tuberculosis was thought to be in the genes.

Tuberculosis was contained by two main methods. First sanitariums were created. Tens of thousands of people with tuberculosis where housed in what were essentially prisons which were kindly called sanitariums.

People with tuberculosis were taken out of their homes and placed in one of these facilities until they were cured or more likely died. The second method of eradicating tuberculosis was a method of killing tuberculosis was finally discovered, modified, and used.

If only the cure for measles and disease where vaccinations are available were this easy. Separate out the non vaccinated and infected people, and place them somewhere where only non vaccinated and infected people live. Then the only people they can harm is people such as themselves. The rest of us are too kind for this however, so we accept people will die because of other peoples indifference.

When is it an attempt to steal?

There is an article over on the Verge, about how person tried to take advantage of Amazon.com, when Amazon made a major price mistake on a product, changing the price from ~ $200.00 to ~ $60.00, and was rewarded with $20.00 for their trouble.

Here is a quote from the article:

“Like any other person who inhales the internet like life-giving oxygen, I saw news of this mistake immediately and took advantage of it within moments, receiving an order confirmation before Amazon made its fix.”

Here is one of the responses, which is fairly typical of all the responses that were not arguing about the legalities of Amazon refusing to make good on their advertised price.

“One time a guy revealed the Ralph Lauren employee discount code and I got quality underwear for less. I felt like a criminal and was so relieved when they honored it.”

Do Morals bottom out?

Do Morals bottom out?

I am not sure where these people keep their morals. Where do they draw the line?

Where does the morals gondola stop? Is it okay we pay extra for people who have no qualms about taking advantage of a situation because a company is faceless? What about doing this to friends or family?

Would you try to take advantage of a company mistake? How about a friends mistake where money is at issue?

What New Years Resolutions

New Years resolutions we have made. So what do we go now as they are starting to slip away? Has anyone resolved there resolutions in a manner that accomplishes long term change? Somewhat typical resolutions may be:

1. Eat less sweets

2. Be more polite

3. Exercise more

We mean well when we make our resolutions. We intend to follow each and every resolution. Weeks one, two, and three go by and we are holding our own. We are keeping up with our resolutions. We are making positive difference in our life.

Then life starts to get in the way. Change happens. Change happens whether we want to change or not. Our New Year resolutions are starting to slip. Little by little different areas of focus are entering our life. Our family, friends, and work are starting to demand we pay attention to them too.

Door Number?

New Years Resolution Blues

We are entering the danger zone of New Years Resolutions. All our good intentions and hopes for the coming year are starting to fade. Are we destined to fail once again as our resolutions slowly move to the back burner of our life.

Lucky for you, it does not have to be that way. You can reactivate your fading resolutions by becoming proactive with them. The problem with resolutions is they are often made with no support net in place. Instead of holding to our resolutions, they start falling into the abyss of things ignored.

Which means it is decision time. Do you want to salvage and hold yourself to your resolutions, or do you want to let them fade away? If you want to revive and keep your resolutions alive, help is at hand.

When we resolve to do something, we are serious in the moment. Moments are pieces of time, and new moments arrive faster than we would like sometime. What is missing from our resolutions is structure. We need structure in our resolutions to be successful.

Think of your number one resolution. This resolution certainly sounded good when we made it. Now it feels a little distant, and we feel a little lost. We need a plan. A resolution without a plan is a hard thing to keep alive. Finding alternative structure and removing temptation are keys to success.

Go through your New Years Resolutions and come up with a real plan for each one. How are you going to let them succeed? How will you keep them active and alive? Make it easy to follow your resolution by not having to remember after the fact. Get proactive. Once you get proactive, you will find it easy to make more changes in your life.

Fearful or Fearless Living

Do you find or have you noticed how fear based we live? I mean really. If you have children or remember your childhood, who was always lurking, waiting to get you when you least expected it?

Do you know how many predators are on the Internet waiting to get into your head? Is your credit card, checking, bank account safe? How about your credit score, is someone in this instant stealing your identity?

Does your computer have a virus? Are the locks on your doors good enough? DO you have insurance if everything you own is stolen? How about your life? Can you afford a long hospital stay if you are hurt. Can you afford to have yourself buried?

I refuse to live in a fear based world, and live a fear based life. I am on a one way trip, and if I have to be here, I want to enjoy myself. I want to live a full life. I accept risk is a part of living.
I like people most days. I talk to strangers frequently, even when they do not respond or reply. I talk with homeless people. I occasionally pick up hitchhikers. I don’t pretend to be on my cell phone when someone is walking down the street towards me. I also try not to be stupid.

I like to take walks in different places. Sometimes I take those walks at night down dimly lit streets in strange cities, when I have no idea if I am in a safe part of town or not.

I started hitchhiking when I was eight. I was still hitchhiking at 26 in a foreign country. I walked the streets of a city in Korea alone. I walked in Jerusalem and enjoyed myself. I found myself lost in the wrong part of town in Gary, Indiana. I walked the streets in the bad part of town in South Chicago.

Only once, did I have a gun pointed in my face. I thought I could walk down the barrel of that pistol with my arms spread wide and not touch the sides of the barrel. Guess what? It was my own fault. I was young and stupid, and shot my mouth off to the wrong people. I was in a part of Minneapolis, where gangs were a way of life at that time. I lived in a town of six square miles at the time. I was ignorant.

It was 01:40 in the morning when I clicked on Yahoo. Below are some of the headlines. In one way or another, these headlines are meant to arouse fear in you. If you feel no fear, the headlines want to introduce the possibility of fear. Suggesting you are doing, not doing, know or do not know something you should. Some of the fears are personal, others are national, and some are vague. These are all fear based headlines in one way or another.

Of the Moment: Brazilian Wax in Crisis: A Report

Make this monster pay a price: Why we needed to hear from Dick Cheney one last time

7 Things the Middle Class Can’t Afford Anymore

Supreme Court Says Ignorance Of The Law Is An Excuse — If You’re A Cop

‘Melting Away,’ Camille Seaman’s photographs of fragile Arctic icebergs

Police: Utah man tried to kidnap child actress

Beers Americans No Longer Drink

What would happen if the Yellowstone supervolcano actually erupted?

What You Need to Watch on Netflix Before It Expires in January

Lost in the Fog with Alzheimer’s

‘The View’s’ Whoopi Goldberg Questions Beverly Johnson Over Bill Cosby Allegedly Attacking Her (Video)

40 Incorrectly Used Words That Can Make You Look Dumb

Russia to Retaliate Against the US Over Sanctions, Troops and Warheads Ready

The Truth About Bananas

The Scary Thing One Couple Did For 365 Days Straight To Save Their Marriage

America: Australia’s Dangerous Ally”

So you lost a shoe

Life is for living and having fun

You may not even realize you live in fear. Think about what you take for granted. Chester the Molester does not live next door to you. Monsters are not under your bed. Strangers are not people to be scared of. Mexicans and other illegals are not living the high life while you struggle to make ends meet. The world is probably not going to end next week.

If you are a Parent raising children in a fear based environment, think about what you are doing to your children, banishing them to a fear based life too.

Santa Clause, and not God rewards good children, and occasionally punishes bad children. Your child’s bedroom floor does not become alive with snakes when the lights go out. Tens of thousands of people died today, and tens of thousands of people will die tomorrow many of hunger, whether your children eat all their food or not.

Sure, horrible things happen to good people. Every day there are reports about bad things happening to good people. People are kidnapped, raped, and killed on a daily basis. You are still here, and you are safe.

People are also doing good things every day, trying to make a difference. Helping those who need food, clothing, or shelter. Reading books to children in the school library. Taking the time to open the door, carry groceries, or help in any number of ways. Every day tens of thousands of people are volunteering, helping where help is needed.

Each of us has one life. We can spend it living in fear, or we can spend it knowing that for the most part, every person we see tomorrow may be a better person than we are.

Living a fear based life keeps you small, doing the least you can do. The only change is change for the worse. Living in reality, and accepting something could happen to you, but probably never will, opens the door to the life you really want to live.

Murdering Black Men

I feel compelled to write about murdering black men. Even is really no point in this conversation, as you have made up your mind, and I have made up mine. The list of black men being murdered over the past decade does not seem to be random at all. Especially when they are killed by policemen.

I saw a dead young boy laying on the street many years ago. According to the news he was fourteen. When the boy’s mother showed up, she fell on her son, sobbing, crying he was a good boy, he was her son and he was not a gang member. My heart went out for the mother. What was truly sad was the boys hat, t-shirt, and do rag hanging out of his back pocket told another story.

He was his mother’s son, and he was a good boy. He was good with his brother and sister. He treated his parents, aunts and uncles with respect. He was also a gang member. He chose to wear his colors at an intersection where two gang boundaries meet.

He was a good boy, he was of the opinion as all young boys that the rules of life did not apply to him, and being killed is something that happens to other people.

A few months before Rodney King was beaten, I had a co-worker with whom I worked closely together a little over two years. One day he said to me that we not only worked together, but we are close friends. I agreed. He then told me, “You know, when we are alone, you don’t have to call me by name, you can call me, Nigger. Don’t call me that when my friends are around though because they won’t understand, and they will want to fight with you.”

I felt like I ran into a brick wall. I was being allowed into some secret society privilege I was unaware existed. That word had not left my mouth since I was about eight, and a black boy a few years older than me told me what a bad word it was, when he heard me use it. I told him I was sorry, and I would not use it again. I kep my word all through the years.

I grew up in a rural area in Minnesota. If racism existed, I was not aware of it. I never heard the words people use to label other people to make them something less. We had three or four black boys in our school over the years. Total population of our school kindergarten to graduation was a less than one-thousand kids. Pretty small by todays standards.

I tried to be friends with these new arrivals, as they were new to our little town and did not have any friends. I was a one boy welcome wagon, I suppose. Two of the boys were friendly and one was not. I never thought much of it. That’s how we are.

My mother and her sister worked as maids at a hotel for a few years during my grade school life. She and my aunt would talk with other adults about odd things they found in the rooms that should not have been there.

It was a pretty divided conversation. In white mens rooms they would sometimes find beer or booze in the toilet tanks. They clinked as they cleaned and flushed the toilets. In the rooms of black men when making the beds, they occasionally found a knife or pistol placed between the mattresses. The discovered knives and guns were frequent and scared them. When people checked out, they usually left the beer or liquor out for the maids.

They never found a left behind knife or pistol. I was naive as I mentioned, and did not understand that there was/is a difference in the thinking of black men and white men. Which brings me back to murdering black men.

In some circles brain viruses are thought to be present in the population. Brain viruses seem to be ideas that are accepted as the norm, and certain people start believing them, accepting them as fact. I am sure you and I have been subject to brain viruses from time to time. Brain viruses are hard to shake off, as it means stepping out from the herd.

Here in Albuquerque we have a murder by police rate so high the federal government has stepped in to investigate. In some cases the police have been found in the wrong, especially when it comes to dealing with someone who is mentally deficient. They have gone overboard in their response.

We also have cases where policemen have been murdered with their guns still in their holsters. If they were reaching to pull their guns to defend themselves they never made it. It’s tough being a police officer, I would not want to do their job and wonder if ever time they respond, this will be the time they will be forced to make a life or death decision. You know they won’t decide to let themselves be killed.

I do not walk down the middle of the street, blatantly ignoring local law, and disrespecting people driving. At least I do not do things like this intentionally.

Behavior like this serves no purpose. It would put me in in harms way. I have no need to talk back to the police, challenge their authority, or make them question their safety.

During the execution of their duty, for the most part Police officers have been more than civil, and respectful to me. For the two times when I felt I was being singled out, and treated with less than equal respect, I have let it go until the next day.

I did not feel the middle of a police encounter was the time to make an issue of the situation. As already the encounter was too serious for the occasion. The next day however, I have contacted, the mayor, chief of police, and the commander in charge of the area where the incident occurred, expressing my feelings and concerns about how I was treated.

I never felt the need to challenge an officer’s authority when he/she stopped me, saw a need to be belligerent, or otherwise complicate the situation. Taking those actions would only make things worse for me, and certainly more physically dangerous.

Maybe the way I act when challenged by police is a brain virus too. Maybe it is common sense, and my will to survive, directing the way I act. All I know is the man confronting me has a gun, and if he were to feel he needs to shoot me because I present a real or imagined threat to his/her safety and well being, I will not be around to tell my side of the story if I am shot.

There are bad police who are looking to shoot someone, no one denies this. There are also right and wrong ways to conduct yourself when confronted by police. Escalating the situation with poor choices is not protecting your person from bodily harm.

It may be simplistic, but if you want to be a tough guy, join the Marines, and ask to be sent to the middle east. There are a number of tough guys waiting for you and they are more than happy to dance with you.

When I have been stopped by the police anywhere across the country, I listen to their direction and try to follow it as closely as I am able. Only once have I had a police pistol pointed at my direction. The police were looking for a car involved in a shooting and robbery that looked just like mine. Once it was understood a mistake had been made, the police officer did not apologize. Thankfully he calmed down when he realized I wasn’t the person(s) he was looking for. No harm, no foul. Glad I am not him.

If you do find yourself with a policeman’s weapon aimed at you, drop your pride and emotions, and listen very carefully. You can take up whatever wrongs done to you later, or tomorrow when you are out of your situation.

When you run with a rough crowd, expect rough play. If you want to be a gangster do not expect people, except maybe your family to like you. If you feel the police are out to get you, you may be right. Be smart. Do not give anyone a reason to make a mistake that costs you your life.

Ebola: You, Me, and the CDC part 2

Americans are over reacting to Ebola according to a report on CBS evening news October 18.

“Public health professor Andrew Noymer studies infectious diseases at University of California, Irvine. He says people do not need to be afraid of Ebola in the U.S.

“I would say the panic is harder to contain than the spread of the disease itself,” he said. “People are focusing on that it’s a scary disease from far away, and they see scary images of people caring for sick people with protective gear, and it looks frightening.””

Professor Noymer went on to say he would not be scared to get on a plane knowing someone on the plane had Ebola. I say good for Professor Noymer.

Ebola is something to be scared of if you are a normally adjusted person, with a normal sense of responsibility to those around you. Just because someone says the sky is falling does not mean it is. Just because Ebola is allegedly difficult to contract does not mean you are immune to Ebola.

What is terrifying about Ebola, is if someone contracts Ebola, the most likely people to contract Ebola are the people closest to the infected person. Dying from an infectious disease is one thing, dying from an infectious disease knowing you may have infected your family and friends is something else entirely.

Along the Ebola lines, the three week infection cycle is a little misleading from what I read yesterday. The formally identified infection cycle pertains to about 95 to 96 percent of those infected showing symptoms, not 100 percent of those infected showing symptoms within the time period.

As with any statistic this is an average. Taken beyond the extreme, this means the quarantined nurse on the cruise ship, and some of the passengers they have come into contact with one the cruise ship could be on the extreme end, and not show any symptoms of Ebola for a period thought to be up to forty days.

Ebola is not something we need accept as a part of life. Ebola does not need to be in the United States. It doesn’t matter if you live in town a sixteen people in the middle of Montana if an epidemic of Ebola breaks out in America.

As Andy Grove was quoted as saying, “Just because you are paranoid, doesn’t mean they are not out to get you.”

Ebola: You, Me, and the CDC

I am very dissatisfied with the way potential Ebola is being handled at our borders, and in our hospitals. Tuesday CDC director Tom Frieden was quoted as saying.

In hindsight — CDC director Dr. Tom Frieden said on Tuesday — the nation’s health protection agency should have stepped in and taken control when the country’s first Ebola case emerged in Dallas.

Not to over react, but if Mr. Frieden was relieved of his position, I would feel the right message was being sent to our officials, both elected and appointed.

Ebola I am certain, may produce an outbreak that will rival the bubonic plague if the world does not get deadly serious about the threat it presents. This is not the flu influenza of the early 1900’s when houses were quarantined and neighborhoods placed off limits.

In 2014, people often work, shop, eat, and visit malls, sports activities, and so on. They travel around the country.They do not live in a four block radius of notification that has been used in Dallas. The CDC is out of touch with the real world, and you and I need to get their attention.

If they are sick, like with Ebola, if they are like me, I would lie to everyone to be able to fly into the United States. Questioning people entering the US about their previous whereabouts is the same as putting on a condom after sex – It is pretty useless.

The White House and the Center for Disease Control are good places to start.