First of all I will say that I like drones. I believe that they can be useful and might even be fun. However, when I read about brush fires like the one we had on Friday, July 17 in California, where 5 drones were flying in the area, and the firefighters could not make water drops, that really bothers me. You see, by law, firefighters cannot and will not fly in the same airspace where drones are. This is just common sense. For the life of me I cannot understand why the owners and operators of these unmanned aircraft don’t realize this. Or, maybe they do, and for whatever reasons, choose to fly overhead anyway. Firefighters have a tough enough job trying to put out these fires. They are racing both the clock, and sometimes headwinds. They don’t need drones or any other aircraft including television helicopters in the area trying to see what is going on. This is particularly sad news when motorists on the Interstate 15 had to abandon their vehicles and run for safety. Many of them had their vehicle destroyed by flames. California lawmakers must act now to enact legislation which will make it illegal to fly drones in areas where there is a fire emergency, and where they will interfere with the efforts of these brave men and women who are simply trying to do their job. They don’t need to worry about their safety because some drone operators are not thinking clearly. Please, if you own and operate a drone, I beg you to stay out of the area. Let’s allow our firefighters to do the job that they were hired to do.
Wow! It has been too long since I’ve been here. I have only myself to blame. I started this blog a long time ago to record my thoughts and ideas and to share them with readers who might be interesting in reading them. Well, first of all, let me apologize to my faithful readers who have read my blog in the past. If your new to my blog, then welcome! What’s that? Where have I been you ask? Well…I like most everyone, I allowed time and distractions to get the best of me. However, I have been B-U-S-Y. Since my last entry, I have flown to Atlanta (August 2014), celebrated Christmas, become actively involved in the CERT program with the local fire department (more about that later), and most of all, I have been studying photography, and taking photos like crazy. With that in mind, I plan to get back in the swing of things, but, I plan to post more photos on my entries. I think that’s what was missing. The stories I can write. The photos were the hard part. I had to go in search of them. If you are like me, you like to see photos along with the stories. Well, with the camera I have, that should not be a problem. It’s a Canon Rebel T5 35mm. So…I am back my friends, and again, I am sorry that I allowed other things to distract me. You see for me writing is challenging, expressing, fulfilling, and most of all fun for me! So until next time, be safe, and see you all very soon.
When I turned on my laptop this afternoon, I saw a news flash that this young actor had been killed in an automobile accident today. At first, I thought maybe it was one of those internet hoaxes, but minutes later, the sad and tragic news had been reported from some very reliable news sources. It wasn’t until I had read that his publicist had released a statement that the news was true that my mind finally accepted it. I didn’t know Paul William Walker IV, but I along with millions around the world was familiar with his work. I especially enjoyed his Fast & Furious movies. Paul left us way too soon, yet he had accomplished so much in 40 years. He made a living doing something that he enjoyed: acting. I felt that I had to post something as I am way to familiar with losing a child. Of course his parents may never see it, but then again, maybe somebody on Facebook knows them, and will send it to them. I thought I’d post it here as well. From my Facebook page:
On behalf of millions of Paul’s fans, please know that your son Paul William Walker IV, entertained countless people around the world in his movies. and gave great joy to many. He will be truly missed, yet he left behind a legacy of his work on film for us to enjoy. For that, I say, thank you Paul! Rest in peace my young brother. You have truly gone too soon.
I won this book from Goodreads in one of their giveaways when I first joined. I was thrilled to win this because as a writer, these type of “how to” books always catch my attention in the bookstore.There are many and I mean many of these types of books out there. They all seem to have the same title, “How to write your life’s story, write your story,” etc. What makes Mary Borg’s book different is that she takes the reader/writer by the hand, and shows them how to write an effective autobiography. She uses very down to earth and simple directions which makes it fun. Mary gives the reader several ideas to start out with leaving the reader with no excuse for not starting today. I particularly enjoyed the writing tips, reading suggestions, and examples from everyday people, that Borg has included in every chapter. She gives the reader a blueprint to use beginning from childhood to adulthood, and includes many thought-provoking questions to write about. Questions such as, “What is your favorite color, time of the year, favorite holiday,” gives both the beginner or seasoned professional a plethora of starting points in beginning their own story. She also answers questions like, why write my autobiography, what would I include in it, who would I write it for, and who could possibly want to read it? Don’t think for a moment that your story is not interesting enough to read. No two people have lived the same life. It has been said that writing can is hard, and perhaps that has kept people from writing their autobiographies, but Mary Borg makes it looks so easy, and with her help, it is. I highly recommend this book, even if only to record the stories of your life for your children to pass onto their children someday. You will not be disappointed by this book.
Ever wonder what fame can do to you at an early age? In his book, “Facing the Music,” Nick Carter gives the reader an inside look into his life as a Back Street Boy. He found fame at the age of twelve, after entering local singing contests, while growing up in Tampa, Florida. Carter writes about growing up in his dysfunctional family, his drug use of marijuana, Ecstasy, and prescription pills, and the death of his younger sister Leslie, who died from a drug overdose, for which he blames himself. Nick was filled with guilt because he was touring with the Back Street Boys, and was not there to help his younger sister. Nick writes about how out of control he was like the time he was arrested outside a night club after a police officer told him to go back inside. Another time, after drinking all day and night with a friend, he is arrested by Huntington Beach, California, police officers for drunk driving. He writes about a valet outside a hotel, who refused to give the clearly intoxicated Carter his car keys, and gave them to his friend, who also was drunk, but faked being sober. Down the road, Carter switches places with his pal, and is only to drive a brief distance before he is pulled over. He credits the valet, who most likely called the police, for probably saving his life. It took that event for Carter to wake up and to call his manager, asking him for help in entering rehab.
Nick briefly details his BSBoys brothers in the book, including the sixth BSB, manager Lou Pearlman, whom Nick refers to as “Big Poppa.” Pealrman was taking more than half of the millions that the group was earning and they quickly ended their relationship with Pearlman.
Another interesting tidbit of information was the fact that Carter’s parents made Brian Littrell, one of his brothers in the boy band, Nick’s guardian. This made sense as Carter would be spending more time with the group, and away from his own parents.
While reading this, I was a little disappointed that Nick didn’t include more stories about being a Back Street Boy, but then I realized that this is a self-help book, written from the perspective of a person with addiction problems, who just happens to be a celebrity. He does include several self-help techniques that may be helpful to others who struggle with addiction, and for that, I am glad that he wrote the book.
As I write this, the sun has gone down on another day, and the fireworks have already started. As l lie on my bed looking out my window, I hear the sounds of small sparklers coming from the houses next door, and also some very large booms coming from down the street. I am also listening to the local police department dispatchers on the radio, as they continue to alert patrol officers of reports of various fireworks disturbing in several neighborhoods. I smile as I listen and think: there is no way that the police can cite or even stop everybody from shooting off fireworks. They just don’t have the manpower to do it. It’s amazing to me. The list continues every 5 minutes over the radio. The police department must be receiving hundreds of calls! Yet, the dispatcher continues to do her job even though she realizes it’s probably a waste of her time, this is what she gets paid to do. This goes on every year, and you would think that my neighbors would know that the police can’t catch everyone. So why do they even bother to call? The noise is not bothering me, and I’m only glad that they aren’t shooting them off at midnight! What I do miss however is the sight of the large fireworks display that the local high school used to have. I could see the bright colors in the sky, and, man, were they beautiful. Now, I have to settle for seeing them on TV, which is not the same. What about you? How are you spending your evening? Did you attend a fireworks show, or maybe even shot some off yourself? If you did, I hope that you were careful. Unfortunately, this is the time of year when most hospital emergency rooms will receive patients with firework related injuries. The damage that just one of these explosives can do that a person’s body is frightening. So, please be careful this evening, but I hope that you have (had) a safe holiday. God bless America.