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Ambulances & Firetrucks

If you dial 911 and tell them you or someone in your care needs medical assistance, the will respond with Emergency Medical Technicians and a firetruck. Outside of a union rule that requires this, I have never been able to figure out why this is Standard Operating Procedure. If you know, please email me. In the meantime, I will be doing some investigative reporting myself. (jjordan65@gmail.com)

Given that fall came back with normal temperatures and lower dew points, the sudden heat wave we are experiencing now must be "Indian Summer." (I'm sorry if I've offended anyone by referring to our first nation people as Indians.) At any rate, it will extend my bike riding and golf seasons.

Like a lot of the people, I follow on Facebook, & Twitter, I'm tired of hearts and prayers extended to disaster victims. I'm equally cynical about "charities" that suggest that your dollars will help those afflicted when all they do is support fat cat executives of the charity.

Like many of us, I have people I care about in Puerto Rico. They are not getting the help they need and deserve. It is not their fault that they were a victim of a raging natural disaster. It is not their fault, as was the case in our mainland areas, that despite preplanning actions the preparedness plans were not sufficient.

We can not just wait for the TV cameras to leave so that these people can suffer in news cycle silence.

We can't forget them even if a mass murderer decides to kill and injure people in Las Vegas and this takes our eye off the ball.

We must hold all of the relevant public officials responsible for their actions and inactions.

We must not let our attention be diverted to the next shiny ball to roll out of the clown car.

We have to learn to keep our head in the game and focus on reality.


  • Demonstrations of solidarity at NFL games are about racism, not patriotism
  • Support for Puerto Rico is helping US Citizens, not foreigners.
  • People with guns kill people. Guns all by themselves make clumsy paperweights.


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