Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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Invisible

When I was a kid I thought that I wanted to grow up and have no permanent home, to travel the country, maybe the world, living nowhere and everywhere, free to move about as I wanted.  I’ve always kept that idea tucked in the back of my mind, thinking that someday maybe I’d hit the road permanently.  But after spending a week alone in DC I have to say I may need to reevaluate that concept of freedom.

On one hand it’s a wonderful experience that everyone should have, days and days without agenda, no responsibilities, sleeping as late as you like, eating when you like, what you like, visiting sites you’re interested in, leaving them if they don’t hold your attention.  On the other hand there is no one to discuss the sites with, no one to catch a meal with, no one to wake up to the next morning.  And as I wandered the city in my one pair of jeans, wearing my beige coat, purse over my shoulder I began to feel invisible.  People working the museums, the train, the national monuments saw me, I’m sure, but I’m equally sure they won’t remember me.  People taking my meal orders at restaurants smile blithely but wouldn’t be able to describe me the next day if they were asked.  Often my food orders were prepared in error, people didn’t seem to hear me, or maybe they just weren’t listening.  I thought that perhaps this is the way homeless people feel.  Invisible.

Each day I’d go out and explore some new venue.  I’d fill my day until it got dark and then I’d scurry home to the hotel.  I was grateful I had the hotel to retreat to and  I wondered about other people that wandered as I did but didn’t have that luxury.  It was a funny feeling to belong nowhere; to attempt to fill my days, plotting where I could go to get warm, or to sit down for awhile.  There aren’t so many places you can just sit for very long without arousing suspicion.  I even wandered into the downtown DC public library and read a whole book one morning, when I arrived at an art museum several hours before it opened.

It’s an eye opener to be “homeless” for a week.  To not be noticed by anyone.  When I was a kid I thought that being invisible might be fun.  Now I think maybe not so much.

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Welcome home Mom!

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I arrived home yesterday evening, tired and with a terrible cold.  Katie was excited to see me and disappointed  when I went to bed early.  Today she’s been bugging me all day, barking at my coughing and sneezing, always under my feet. She’s antsy to play and the tiny bit that I threw the ball didn’t seem to satisfy her pent up energy.

This evening as I was putting ornaments on the tree I thought that she had gotten tired of following me around because she wasn’t underfoot.  Good girl I thought…you’ve settled back down!  I guess being gone for 17 days caused me to have a brain freeze…because I forgot that a quiet Sheltie is almost always….into something BAD!  Katie 2110

She was soooooo busted!  But I guess it doesn’t count if I laughed all the while I was cleaning up the shredded tissue.    Now she’s tring to make up by being the Sheltie on guard.  She thinks it gets her off the hook…I guess it does.  Silly girl.

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Arlington at Christmas

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There were volunteers out at Arlington today putting wreaths on the grave markers.  The combination of miles of white markers and the red and green of the wreaths was overwhelming.    There are so many it’s hard to remember they are individuals, each with their own family and history.  Each left people  behind.  So many families left behind.


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More museums

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Today I tried to do as many inside things as possible because it’s bitter cold and the wind is just whistling down the Mall.  So I visited the Botanic Garden, The National Art Museum and The Natural History Museum.  The warm gardens were wonderful and made my cold feel lots better.  At the art museum I got lost among the Dutch masters.  I hadn’t thought I liked Dutch art, but I was wrong.  Especially the portraits which really caught my imagination.  And there was a marble bust of a little boy done in 1460 that looked just like my brothers did when they were young 500 years later.   Made me realize (again) how little has really changed over time.  This is titled “Ill Matched Lovers” by Quentin Massys and was done in 1520.  Who knew they had this kind of sense of humor way back then!

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And the Natural History Museum brought back lots of memories from when I visited it as a kid.  Especially the big elephant that greats everyone in the rotunda.  My favorite part of the museum was the section of it that dwells on the ocean.  Made me remember that as a kid I wanted to be an oceanographer.  Wonder what happened to that dream?

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Though I really have enjoyed my time in DC I’m getting tired of traipsing all over the city in the cold and wind.  And I miss my own home, my husband and of course my Katie girl.  Tomorrow I’m going to Arlington unless the weather is too horrible.  Sunday I fly home.  Can’t wait to get there.

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Shoes

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Today I fought to make myself go out into the windy cold day.  On the metro for the first part of my trip I was in a car surrounded by a teacher and his six gradeschoolers.  We were all standing up and he was trying to get them to hang onto the poles so they wouldn’t fall.  “Simon says hang on to something!” he’d say and they’d all grab the poles.  He was very engaging and the six 3rd or 4th grades were really cute.  I got the impression they were going to Union Station and catching a bus somewhere.  At the transfer station I got out to get on another line that would take me to the Mall.

Man it was cold today!  And so windy my eyes were tearing up.  I walked head first into the wind down to the Washington Monument, then spent quite a bit of time at the new World War II memorial.  That’s a pretty place.  From there I walked all the way around the tidal basin to the Jefferson Monument.  And you know what?  There was the teacher, many other teachers and a whole passel of kids!  Including “my” six!  Should have followed them and ridden the bus!

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After the Jefferson Memorial I walked back over to the Holocaust Memorial.  I knew going through this memorial site could be upsetting but I thought it was important.  Plus I really didn’t know enough about the Holocaust and what better place to learn?

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Several times in the exhibits I was glad the light was low as my eyes were tearing up and there was no wind to blame.  This museum is a testament to our freedom of speech as it became painfully obvious how little the United States did to help the Jews.  And how late.  Though the focus of the exhibit was not to denigrate the US, it was obvious in the time line and in the stories of people and countries who attempted to put a stop to the killings that we were too busy fighting the war to use our resources to stop or slow the extermination of thousands.  Sounds somewhat familiar.  If you ever get to DC this exhibit is worth your time.  Please put it at the top of your list of things to see.

So what does all this have to do with shoes?  Well, I put a lot of miles on mine.  But that’s not it.  About 2/3 of the way through the Holocaust exhibit is a room piled with shoes.  Actual shoes worn by people gassed.  There were prisoners whose job it was to take valuables from the bodies, and the shoes, along with other clothes were collected and often given to Germans in need.  Sort of a Nazi second hand system.

I got through the whole exhibit without actually crying and it was tough.  But the shoes?  The shoes made me cry.


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I'm on vacation now.

On my way to the Truck Safety Office Monday I walked over to the Lincoln Memorial and the Vietnam wall.

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It was a cold, grey windy day which seemed somewhat appropriate while I wandered the wall.

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In contrast, after our meeting with the FMCSA yesterday I dropped by the Library of Congress with it’s Italian inspired decor.

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I had lunch at the American Indian museum which has a cafe that offers regional Native American food.

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I had scarlet bean with roasted corn and tomato salad, crayfish fritters and a rosemary pine nut tort.  It was heavenly!

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Today I went to the American Art Museum…

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…where I looked at folk art, most of it inspired by religion, especially Adam and Eve, and most of which seemed to have southern state artists.  Then I looked at a collection of art that was produced in 1934 when President Roosevelt, believing that Americans needed art for inspiration, began a Public Art Project.  I really liked these pieces depicting life as it was in 1934.  People, farms, labor and just everyday scenes were brought to life, many in bright colors that belayed the difficult times Americans were dealing with during the depression.  Maybe we should do something like that again!

I had a lovely lunch today with a friend in Chinatown.

truck safety meeting Dec 2009 166It was so nice to sit in a wonderful restaurant and talk.  Thanks for lunch!  You know who you are!  Then I walked the 9 blocks or so up Pennsylvania Avenue to the White House, just because.  Along the way I passed the Old Post Office and the Treasury Department decked out for Christmas.

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I finally made it to the White House…

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…and then wandered through a beautiful area of restored row houses.

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I’m having a good time exploring the city.  But I have to say the place I feel the most positive is when I’m on Capital Hill where the power is palatable and anything seems possible.  Tomorrow?  Maybe to Arlington, maybe to the Holocaust museum.  Maybe I’ll just sleep all day if the weather most of you are experiencing makes it over here.  We’ll see.

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Change at the DOT and the FMCSA?

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It’s hard to know where to start talking about the Truck Safety Coalition’s meetings with the Department of Transportation and the Federal Motor Carrier Safety Administration over the last two days.  First of all it’s important to understand that the past relationship between us and these agencies hasn’t always been close.  OK.  Let’s be honest, there just hasn’t been any workable relationship with them at all in the past.  I attended a meeting in 2005 where I and members of other grieving families told our stories and asked for help enforcing existing safety rules.  The DOT staff sat stone faced, finger pointing at each other and other agencies and nothing ever came from any of our meetings. So it was with great hope that we accepted the invitation from newly confirmed Administrator Ann Ferro (we lost our vigorous battle to have her denied confirmation as head of the FMCSA) and the Secretary of Transportation Raymond LaHood to meet and talk about our (hopefully mutual) goals.

In a strange sort of way perhaps we are lucky that Ann Ferro, a member of the trucking industry lobby, was nominated by President Obama.  Because she was, and because we made such a ruckus about her, we got noticed.  Our squeaky wheel got attention.  And so it was that I found myself sitting in a big leather chair around a giant conference table in the DOT; sitting with a couple of other families, several attorneys, and other safety advocates including Ralph Nader.  I was sitting right next to Secretary LaHood, with a series of pictures of Dad and his smashed car resting on the table in front of the two of us.  As he did the introduction remarks, sweeping his glance around the table he had to keep looking at those pictures.

On behalf of grieving families everywhere we at Truck Coalition presented Mr. Secretary with two collage panels that showed over 120 pictures of the faces of crash victims.  Sadly, that’s just a fraction of the 5,000 people that are killed each year in crashes, or the 100,000 that are severely injured each year.  Dad’s photo was among those on the collage.  We told the Secretary that we appreciated his well known and often voiced commitment to safety.  But that we’d heard it before and we were skeptical.  Eventually our skepticism irritated him, but I don’t think he’ll forget us.  We asked that the Hours of Service Rules (the number of hours a truck driver can drive in a row, and the hours of required rest) be totally revamped.  The agency has tried twice before to get new rules passed, each time we took them to court because their “new” rule was no better, and sometimes worse for others on the road as well as the drivers themselves.  We don’t want the “new” administration to just tweak what had already been attempted.  We want a totally new overhaul, and one that makes sense.  And we want teeth in the rules so that they are enforceable, which in our view, requires the mandated installation of Electronic On Board Recorders (EOBRs) that will record when a truck is moving and when it is at rest so that the log books can no longer be fudged in order to get more work out of tired drivers.

We were repeatedly assured that “this is not your grandmother’s DOT.”  Well.  We’ll see.

This morning we had a followup meeting with Administrator Ann Ferro and her team alone.  We presented collages to her as well, and I told her that when she looks into the faces of those people I hoped she would remember that all the decisions she makes need to be made on the side of safety.  That changes have to be made in order to save lives, and of the people in the room, only she has the power to save lives.  We talked more specifically about the research behind our requests, some of which we don’t think she is aware.  We were again assured that it’s a new day at the DOT.  She seems personable and interested.  And we have to say we haven’t been this welcomed ever in the past.  But her staff are the same people that have been there for years and years.  We aren’t sure that she will be able to make such significant changes in an agency (the FMCSA) that is so dominated and controlled by the American Trucking Association (ATA) who has no interest in making themselves any more accountable than they already are.  Which is negligible at best.

So here I am in my hotel tonight.  Exhausted.  Hopeful.  I want so much to believe them.  And truly, I can understand their frustration at our skepticism.  They don’t know how to make it more clear to us that things will change, they just reiterate their mantra that “Safety is their number one concern.”  But we need actions, not words.  I so hope that they mean what they say and that they can find a way to work through the distractions thrown at them by the ATA and others who have for years blasted us as “anti-trucking.”  We know the economics of the issue.  We know that the nation’s economic well being rests on the back of truckers.  We all want to be able to go to our local stores and buy the latest and the best for reasonable prices.  But we can’t do it at the cost of innocent lives, both in cars and in the cabs of the trucks hauling that stuff across our country.

Dad worked in manufacturing his whole life.  He focused on safety at his plants and mandated any safety issues get fixed now.  I told that to Secretary LaHood.  As I spoke he turned his chair and we looked into each others eyes.  I told him that when Dad saw something that was unsafe in his work environment he made sure it got fixed now.  There was no long debate spanning years or argument over definitions.  He’d bust butt to make sure his people were safe.  If it was broken it got fixed.  Immediately.  I could not ask for anything less from the DOT.  Mr. Secretary nodded.  I hope he heard, I think he did.

Today as I was sitting in the FMCSA’s conference room across the table from Ms. Ferro I would periodically glance at the picture of Dad which lay on the table in front of me.  “Hey Dad!” I’d think, “Are you listening?  Do you hear this?  Can you believe it?  Ann Ferro, the new head of the Federal Motor Carrier Safety Association knows your name!   Transportation Secretary LaHood has heard your story!  You’re making a difference Dad!  Can you even believe we’re sitting here?”  When I was ten years old I never would have dreamed that I’d be sitting at a table with Ralph Nader and a Cabinet Secretary.  That I’d have dinner with Mr. Nader after and discuss safety issues.  It goes to show that you just never know.  Before 2004 I never knew.  Sometimes I wish I still didn’t know.  But I can’t discount the personal growth all of this has given me.

Tonight I cry easily, the result of the stress being released.  I slept for four hours after I got back to the hotel.  In the middle of the day.  This is so important, we are so close to having impact.  We have made a tiny chink in the DOT armor…they know we’re out there and they know we aren’t going away.  But the personal cost to us is beyond measure, both in the loss of our family member and to ourselves personally.  Reliving the details of that terrible day, the details of the way we each lost someone we loved takes it’s toll.  As one woman who has been working on this for over twenty years said, “it feels like we’re going through the funeral every time we do this.”  It would feel so good to be able to put this all behind us, to move on with our own lives, hold those we love close in a more personal, less public way.

But we can’t.  Because those 120 faces looking out of that collage are asking for help to save lives.  And no one is going to do it but us.  The price we paid has to have been worth something.  I can’t express how much I hope it was.

After today’s meeting I toured the Library of Congress.  On a wall there I read “They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.”  I have heard over and over again from victims’ families how alone they felt before they found our group.  I hope our noble thoughts comfort us all as we work through these difficult issues.

Love you Dad.

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Another flight, another place

I flew home from Alabama Saturday evening.  Did the laundry, repacked, got some sleep (not much, Katie was very happy to see her Mama) and this morning flew to DC.  Spent the afternoon reacquainting myself with the metro line and figuring out how to get to my meeting tomorrow.  Now I’m ensconced in the hotel and feeling like it’s a good time for a nap.  But I have truck safety stuff to read in preparation for tomorrow.  So I’ll do that.  Soon.  Really.

No pictures for you…but a bit of airplane humor…

I was lucky enough to have a seat just behind first class, so I got to observe.  I think maybe people in first class are a bit more odd than those of us stuffed in the back.  For example there was the guy in the last row of first class that immediately pulled a florescent lime green blanket up over his head and never moved the entire flight.  Or the guy next to him that, when offered fresh fruit, chips or cookies, helped himself to two packages of cookies, one banana and 3 packages of chips.  Guess he needed extra fortification to go with the bloody mary he also downed.  Can’t have too much food for that long 1 hour and 1 minute flight!  And then there was the ADD passenger, sitting just ahead of the guy with the green blanket.  A Bill Gates look alike, he scarfed down a banana while typing away on his computer and listening to his IPod, twitching continuously, bounced up and down and went to the lav about 3 times.

Such an amusing flight.  Didn’t even need anything to read!