Six Feet Under Ends

HBO’s Six Feet Under, as unique and as fascinating a show as any, broadcast it’s final show just a short bit ago. It was an interesting ending, as outlined in tomorrow’s New York Times:

As Claire drove east in a new car - bless her, she had totaled that hideous hearse in her accident - she let her mind wander. Into the young, agile mind came a premonition: everyone would die. Suddenly the show became a montage of the ways all the show’s remaining major characters would leave this world.

The Sidekick and I were half-expecting something else to happen - a fire that kills the family or a plane crash on the way to a vacation. But no, it was something far more normal… and human.

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1776: The Battle of New York

The hour is fast approaching, on which the honor and success of this army, and the safety of our bleeding country depend. Remember officers and soldiers that you are free men, fighting for the blessings of liberty - that slavery will be your portion, and that of your posterity, if you do not acquit yourselves like men

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Remember how your courage and spirit have been despised and traduced by your cruel invaders, thought they have found by dear experience at Boston, Charlestown, and other places, what a few brave men contending in their own land, and in the best of causes can do, against base hirelings and mercenaries.

- General George Washington, August 23rd, 1776

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It’s Over

Back in January, I accepted a promotion to a position in Minneapolis with the understanding that I would be commuting there until the fall when the sidekick was finished with Graduate School.

And so seven months later, we’re almost to the end point.

On Wednesday, the movers come to pack. Thursday, they load the truck. Friday, I set out with Galadriel for Woodbury, Minnesota with an overnight stop in Toledo, Ohio. Fun.

Corrupt Idiots

A few weeks ago, I wrote a post called “Oh WTF.. you deserve what you get..”, now that some time has passed I can tell the story.

My father is probably the most honorable man that I have ever known. One of the middle children of his parents, he grew up in a small town in Indiana with two older half brothers, an older brother, a younger brother, and a younger sister. To say that this family was a bit dysfunctional is an understatement. Although overtime all have reconciled, my father was the only one of his full siblings to lead a straight and narrow life. An Eagle Scout, he was never arrested, never served time in jail, no drugs, and doesn’t abuse alcohol. His siblings are a different story, but that’s for another time.

My father joined the Navy during Vietnam shortly after high school - during that time he lost friends, his father died from a heart attack at a young age, and became a man. After getting out of the Navy, he married my mother, began working on the railroad, and shortly thereafter had me.. then my brother, and life was good.

The railroad is a heavily unionized work environment. My father, as a member of the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers, went out on strike a few times while I was growing up. And that was the nature of the labor environment at his place of employment.

Men of honor are often natural leaders - and thus it is that over time my father became President of the local park board, the founding scoutmaster of my Boy Scout Troop, and eventually Local Chairman (the same as Local President in most unions) of Division 100 of the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers, a position he held for well over a decade. As time went on, he began to run for and win election to higher office within the union - eventually serving on several committees at a regional (or general committee) level.

It’s important to note here that the BLE is the oldest labor union in the United States - they are well into their second century and predate every other labor organization in the United States - even the Teamsters. The BLE merged with the Teamsters a few years back but remain a semi-autonomous group under the Teamsters umbrella…..

In 1997, with my brother out of high school and on his own, and me established in Baltimore in my first major move away from home after college - my father ran for Vice General Chairman & Secretary Treasurer and won. This office represents the entire Midwest and my father would be responsible for the finances for all of the offices and men in that area - a huge responsibility.

The responsibility was even greater at the time because the union was rocked by scandal. While I won’t go too far into the details here, suffice to say that there was a large sum of money missing, and after a federal and a union investigation, the International President asked the officeholders in the General Committee office to resign. They did, and we all thought that was the last we had seen of them.

A few weeks ago, my father ran for re-election for the third time. This last term would have taken him past his retirement date, and his intent was to serve out of term and retire.

His tenure through two terms has been nothing short of a great success. The union has significant cash resources - rebuilt after the scandal. Their bookkeeping and records have been immaculate and without error - and more important my father represented the interests of his men in fulfillment of the measure of trust that men place in those that represent and lead them.

And then, at the election, the man that had been at the helm during the scandal ran for the top job in the office and won. And then his crony won the number two slot. And then the election for my father’s job deadlocked twice.

The next morning he lost.

And so my parents, after nine years in Florida, are headed back to our family home in Indiana - my father to return to running an engine until his retirement in a few years. And thus our lives go on.

After the other two were elected, we all acknowledge now that it is best that he lost - because a person of my father’s integrity simply can’t work with those who long ago lost the trust of the men that they represent. But it still stings for him to go out this way.

I think about the times that I’ve seen my father upset to the point of tears. At my uncle’s funeral.. at the funerals of my mother’s parents and that’s it.. until this election.

So at this point they turn their backs on this whole union experience - and let the corrupt idiots have their way. But if I was a member represented by that office, I’d be watching the money.

Enjoy the Silence

Moving in a week and a half 1400 miles from Boston to Minnesota. Just wrapped up a major remodel in my area of responsibility at work. Arranging insurance, parking in downtown Minneapolis, and all of those fun things….

Movers come in a week to pack, then load, then I set off on a 1400 mile drive with the cat. Why? Trying to fly with her would be worse…

Still biking - 49 miles this weekend and twelve miles yesterday despite a funky handlebar riser. To Houston the next two days then home to await the movers.

More soon, I hope…

RIP: Peter Jennings, 67

ABC News and others are reporting the death of Peter Jennings from lung cancer at age 67. He had announced in April of this year that he had the disease.

Rest in peace, Peter.

Elite… finally

When checking in for tonight’s flight back to Minneapolis - the last one before the move in three weeks - I found I was auto-upgraded to first class and had finally made an elite level.

Took long enough - but what a nice feeling that was.