Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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Time to get angry

I was reading an editorial this morning before heading to work.  It was talking about fatigued truck drivers and how the Collins amendment to the Senate Appropriations bill wanted to withdraw part of the new Hours of Service Rule, and how safety groups were opposing any such measure.  There was a place for comments below the editorial, and one of those comments was from a truck driver who was upset about being regulated.  He said he was a good driver, had driven for years, never had an accident and he didn’t think he should have to follow rules, or be tested for sleep apnea, or told when or how long he could drive.    His comment was long and angry.

I thought about that comment as I  headed off to work, driving my daily 40 minute commute in rush hour, truck infused traffic.  At first I could see his point about not wanting to be told how to do his job; I don’t like it when I’m micromanaged myself.  But then I got to thinking about the bigger picture.  An industry that asks it’s drivers to work 70 or more hours in a workweek, an industry that allows it’s employees to drive up to 11 hours each day with only a 30 minute break,  an industry that pays by the mile causing drivers to want to drive further and faster to make a decent living, that’s an industry that pushes employees beyond what’s safe in order to make a bigger profit.  That’s an industry that will never self regulate and will always need rules and, yes, even micromanaging.

Four thousand people die in crashes with semi trucks each year.  Another 100,000 are injured.  There are debates about what percentage of these crashes are caused by the commercial vehicle.  I’ve heard anywhere from 7% to 18%.  Let’s say it’s only 7%.  That would mean that  about 280 people a year are killed by trucker error.  And 7,000 people are injured.  How many people are on a typical airliner?  Three hundred?  So if an airliner fell from the sky every year do you think it would be ignored?  If 7000 people were injured while flying would we say that was just the cost of doing business?  That sounds ludicrous doesn’t it.  But that’s what’s happening in the trucking industry and we ignore it until it happens to our family.

As I’m thinking about this I’m stopped in traffic on the freeway, keeping one eye on the rear view mirror, like I’m sure my Dad did when he was stopped in traffic ten years ago, and I’m getting madder and madder about the whole thing.  Our safety group has an amazing opportunity this week to gain attention for our issues, but it’s at the cost of a person’s life, people’s injuries.  We need more people to understand what is happening and to join our cause.  We need to make a bigger noise.   And here’s what I’m thinking.   You don’t have to wait until someone you love is killed or injured in a crash with a semi to join our group.  Look around your dinner table tonight.  Who there would you be willing to sacrifice in the name of commerce, the economy, trade, profits?  No one.   So don’t wait until you are forced to join the unhappy club of survivors after tragedy strikes.  How about joining the cause now?

We’ll need you soon to call your Senator and/or House Representative and voice opposition to amendments that are being attached to large bills.  The House just passed an amendment that will prohibit the DOT from raising the required minimum level of liability insurance, which stands today at $750,000, the same as when it was originally enacted decades ago.  That amendment came out of the blue and was pushed through by people influenced by the American Trucking Association which says that making truck companies carry more insurance is unfair to independent truckers.  What’s unfair is that the families of people injured in truck crashes often have to bear the brunt of the medical expenses because there’s not enough insurance to cover all the expenses.   And earlier this week a Senate subcommittee approved the Collins amendment that would withdraw part of the Hours of Service Rule that calls for specific rest periods after a driver works 70 hours.  That amendment will come up before the full Senate next week.

We need to educate our elected officials.  The ATA is already there, talking in their ears, helping with their campaign finances.  We’re just families without big budgets.  All we have are voices, yours and ours, united in protest.  We need to get angry.  And then we need to get loud.  Congress doesn’t do anything without an outpouring of public concern.  An outpouring.  So join the fight.  Let’s get angry and then lets get moving.  One person lost in a preventable crash it too much.  We’re way beyond that and it’s got to stop.

How many of you remember the story of Horton Hears a Who by Dr. Seuss?  It took a lot of Whos in Whoville to be heard, to save their world.  It’s the same here today.  All of us together are stronger than any one of us protesting.  Check out a few editorials about the current issues, and decide for yourself.  Can you help our cause?  Because it’s not really our cause….it’s yours as well.

Some people might call me the crazy truck lady.  That’s OK – I’ve been called worse.  And you could do a lot worse than spending a little time fighting to make our roads safer.

Thanks to all of your for your support.  You are all wonderful.

Happy Fathers Day Dad.

 

 


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Turning tragedy into movement

I’ve been mulling over the Tracy Morgan limo/semi crash, deciding what if anything to say.  In case you’ve missed it a Wallmart semi driver probably dozed off before he ran into the back of comedian Tracy Morgan’s limo, killing Morgan’s friend Jimmy McNair, 62, and critically injuring Morgan, Jeffrey Millea, 36 and Ardie Fuqua, 43.  You know Tracy Morgan from Saturday Night Live and 30 Rock.   Because Morgan is a celebrity the news media is beginning to ask the questions we’ve begged them to investigate for years:  How does a semi driver not see traffic slowing in front of the truck?  And ironically the crash came just days after the Senate passed an amendment to a big bill that would roll back some of the truck safety rules we’ve spent years getting made into law.

Let me explain.

Last summer, after years of study the Department of Transportation (DOT) came out with a rule that limited a truck driver’s work day to 14 hours, with only 11 of those hours actually driving.  They took the work week down from 82 hours allowed to 70 hours in a 8 day work week, or 60 hours over a 7 days work period.  Once a driver reaches those numbers he or she has to take a 34 consecutive hours off before starting a new one-week work period.  That 34 hours has to include two overnight rest periods between 1 a.m. and 5 a.m., back to back.   This is called a ‘restart.’   And this is what the American Trucking Association (ATA) is fighting to get rolled back.

One television news reporter I saw wanted to make clear that the ATA only wanted this restart portion of the new rules withdrawn…they were fine with the 11 hours of driving  a day.  Well of course they are fine with the 11 hours, that didn’t change in the new rule.  Years ago it used to be 10 hours of driving allowed in a day, but the Bush administration raised it to 11 hours.  We at Truck Safety worked tirelessly trying to get the Federal Motor Carrier Safety Administration to reduce the  maximum number of drivings hours back to 10, but we lost.  The FMCSA told us that their study did not show there was any reduction in crashes when reducing the maximum number of hours of driving from 11 to 10.   We thought common sense would decree that driving 10 hours was safer than driving 11, but we lost that battle.  Eventually we decided we didn’t care if the max number of hours a driver could drive was 10 or 11 as long as the FMCSA also put in place measures to ensure the enforcement of those hours.  Which to us means the mandating of Electronic Recorders.  But that’s another fight.

Back to the argument against the 34 hour restart.  The ATA says that forcing drivers to stop driving for two consecutive nights means they have to drive during the day, inferring there will be more trucks on the roads when the rest of us are driving.  But if you look at the data, the most dangerous time to be a driver in a personal vehicle prior to this rule change was the very early morning.  Statistically that’s when many semi/car crashes occur.  And when a semi and a car collide those in the car always loose.  The ATA claims that the new rules were not supported by science, but we know that there were years of study that went into the rule.  We know that because each year we were pushing for a rule to be issued and were told by the FMSCA that they were still studying the problem.  The years of study were frustrating for us, necessary for them.

The Teamsters, a union that many truck drivers belong to, supports the new restart rule and points out that two night’s rest would not prevent a driver from driving overnight the rest of the week.  Truck drivers themselves, some of whom were interviewed this week at truck stops tell stories of being pushed to drive longer hours to meet deadlines of the shippers.  They say the reason they drive such long hours is to make a decent income.  They get paid by the mile, not by the hour.  So the more they drive, the more they make.  And the more they rest the less they earn.

And there is the crux of the problem.  We can argue forever about the correct maximum number of hours a person can drive without becoming tired.  We can tweak the restart.  We can study the issue.  We can talk and cajole and cry and plead, holding pictures of our lost family members.  But as long as the drivers are paid by the mile instead of by the hour there will always be the conflict between driving more and making a living or putting safety first and earning less.  Our goal is to change the way truckers get paid, but the reality is that change is a long way off.

Meanwhile we have to work with what we have.  Right now we are trying to persuade Senators to oppose the amendment when it comes up during a full Senate vote.  And we have to work on members of the House as well, which will be even more difficult, when their version of this amendment comes up possibly as early as this week.  We need to work to get this amendment taken out of the Senate Appropriation bill.  If we don’t, years of work toward making our roads safer will be lost.

It’s sad that it takes a celebrity to make this news worthy.  NBC Nightly News Monday night did a great report, correctly citing that about 11 people a day die  and close to 100,000 people a year are injured  in crashes with semis,   You don’t hear about them because they are just individuals, not deemed important enough for national coverage.  I know my dad’s crash earned two small paragraphs on an inside page of the local paper.  Yet these people are as important to their families as Mr. Morgan is to his.  Part of me chafes at using his experience to push our agenda into the public eye.  But I also know we can’t squander this opportunity to educate people across the nation about truck safety issues.

I wish Morgan, Millea and Fuqua full recoveries.  And I hold the family of McNair in my heart.  I know that anguish and I want there to be less of it.    That’s not a pipe dream.  When we get word about the Senate and House votes we’ll be asking you to call your representatives, voice your opinion, help us move toward safer highways.

We can’t do it without all of you.  Congress doesn’t listen unless the public makes a very big noise.  We can do that together.

Thank you.

 

 


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WordPress Photo challenge: Room

 

 

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This past weekend I chose to think of the term ‘room’ as a place or thing that allowed a behavior.  For example, this beautiful tree at the beach allowed the young boy room for adventure.

 

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And similarly, my little tent gave me room to relax.

Room.  It’s a very good thing.

You can see others’ interpretations of ‘room’ at this site.  Or, check out this one, and this and this and this, some of my favorites so far.

Enjoy.

 


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Weekend song

This is the song Katie and I are singing on our drive to an adventure:

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I can do what I wanna do, be who I wanna be
I got no one to answer to, soon as I turn the key
A cash machine, gasoline and we’re outta here
Call it an early weekend, call it goin’ off the deep end
Baby, you and me,we can leave it all behind

I don’t have to be me ’til Monday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday
I ain’t gonna face reality
Three days without punching a time clock
Three nights of goin’ non-stop
No work and all play
I don’t have to be me ’til Monday
Yeah

 

Thanks to Steve Azar for putting down exactly what we’re thinking.

We’ll tell you all about it soon!

Gonna be fun!

Gonna be fun!

 


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WordPress photo challenge: Split-second story

 

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We were on Belle Isle, in the Detroit River, enjoying the day and standing out on a fishing pier.  I was talking about the years I used to live on the Houghton Canal way up in the Upper Peninsula where I could watch freighters pass from my apartment window.

We turned to go back to the car and there it was, almost silently gliding through the cool blue waters.

Magical.

 

Check out these split-second day photos here, here, here, and here.  Or go to this link and browse among the 300+ photos for yourself.  Don’t miss this one!


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Spring cleaning

December memories

December memories

Ha!  I bet you thought I was going to entertain you with stories from the backs of closets or under beds.  And how would that relate to the frigid photo above?  Are you confused?

Well so is our yard this spring.  Confused.  After the brutal winter we are managing to get through a sad and wet spring.  We didn’t get any forsythia blooms, no redbud blossoms, the Japanese maple is dead, many of our birch were irretrievably bent during December’s ice storm.

So this spring instead of planting beautiful young flowers, patting soil gently around their tender roots, our tools look like this:

Cleanup tools

Cleanup tools

And the results are just as harsh.

Makes me cry

Makes me cry

It’s a sad spring, but some things are blooming, and Katie of course tries to brighten our day.  So I guess we will accept what is and move forward with what’s left of our landscape.  Let’s hope next winter isn’t as harsh.  I don’t think the plants that survived this last one could make it through a second.

Hey Mama!  This one made it!

Hey Mama! This one made it!

I don’t think I could either.

brrrrrrrrr

brrrrrrrrr


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Photo challenge: Twist

 

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Who remembers this game?  Turns out it’s an oldie but a goodie.  Especially if you’re of a certain age.  Those of us more mature have a harder time with it, but we can cheer younger participants on.

I had many ideas for this week’s challenge, including a trip to our favorite frozen custard place.  Do you know how hard it is to take a picture of frozen custard?  At night?  A warm night?  When you’re really looking forward to that first delicious creamy bite of the season?

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It’s very hard to mess around with a camera in one hand when the other hand is holding something this yummy.

But I digress.

You can find other wonderful twists here, here, here, and here.  Or go to the link up at the top and see all 400+ interpretations!

I liked this one a lot too.

Meanwhile, my custard is melting.

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Weeding? Really Mama?

Katie here.  Did you know my mama had 3 days off work?  I expected a GRAND ADVENTURE because of course it’s all about me.  I am entirely disappointed.

Friday night mama put up the tent and said we were going camping.  I love camping, but it was darn cold out.  A princess does not like to be cold, so after we got all settled in the tent I told mama I wasn’t staying out there and I barked and barked and finally she got smart and we went inside to sleep.  Mama should pay better attention to the weather.  I ask you; does a Princess wear plaid?  I think not!

 

A little chilly

A little chilly

And do you know what she and dad did on Saturday?  They weeded!  I don’t know what that was all about.  They just pulled up some green plants, but they left other green plants.  If they wanted them gone, why didn’t they get rid of all of them?  I think they are fickle.  I tried to supervise them but it got to be so boring that I went inside and took a nap.

I figured I’d need to catch up on my sleep cause that darn tent was still up and I knew my mama would want to camp again.  But you know what happened?  She went to work after dark!  With a pillow and a blanket!  I’ve never seen anything like it, but she said ‘bye bye baby’ just like she does every day when she goes to work and she went out the front door.  Huh.  I waited by the door a long time but I finally just went to sleep with my dad.  Mama didn’t come back from work till the morning, and she came home through the back door.  She said she slept great, but I don’t know how she did that at work.  I’m smelling a scam.  Yes I am.

Well I figured we’d do something exciting Sunday.  But no way!  They were still pulling green stuff up.  I was disgusted and spent most of the day inside napping.  And it was definitely not fair when they went out that evening and got ice cream and left me behind.

Much better.  No plaid.

Much better. No plaid.

But I did get to camp with my mama Sunday night.  It was a lot warmer and I did pretty good, I only barked a little bit.  And I got my mama up at 5:00 a.m. so she could fully enjoy her Monday off from work.

Monday mama said she was too sore to weed anymore and we spent some quality time out on the deck.  Plus I helped her put away the camping stuff.  Well mostly I just watched, but I’m sure she couldn’t have put it all away so fast without me.

And then this evening mama took me to my park!!!  That was the best part of the entire weekend!

 

My field of yellow flowers..ummm...

My field of yellow flowers..ummm…

So all in all I guess I got to do some fun stuff.  But my folks need to focus on me more don’t you think?  Three whole days and all I got was one and a half nights of camping and a walk through fluff?

I think you will all agree that I deserve more.

Pay attention mama!

Pay attention mama!


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Forget me not

Forget Me Not

Forget Me Not

I spent some of this first day of the 3 day holiday weekend weeding.  It’s the same old thing, by the time I get around to weeding the perennial garden it’s overrun with grass.  I don’t even need to take a before picture – it looks the same as it did last year at this time.  Think of a long green rectangle filled to overflowing with grass waving knee high.  You would be accurate.

So what does a person think about when she’s pulling grass mindlessly for an hour or so?  Well if you’re me, you think about your Dad.   He’d have been 85 last February.  I’d have liked to see him achieve that age, see what he was interested in, what he’d think about world events.  I imagine him talking to the DOT about truck issues, can hear his impatience with the slowness that is Washington.    I hear his encouragement to keep up the good fight.

I think about Mom too, of course.  She loved her flowers and her birds.  Though she didn’t die at the same time or in the same way as Dad, it sometimes feels like one event, their deaths happened so close together.  I think about her when the oriole couple visit, or when I hear the cranes in the swamp up the road.  And I think about her when I’m weeding.

This week while work was especially difficult I’d get up from my desk to stretch and glance out the window.  Thursday and Friday almost every time I did a robin flew around the corner of the building and landed at the tip top of a tall spruce tree, about level with my window.  It swayed in the breeze and chattered as I stood and watched and smiled.  Eventually I’d get back to work and when I’d glance out in a bit the bird was gone.  But it was back three or four times when I’d stand up to stretch, and the last time it stared in my direction while it chattered.  I know the windows are glazed and the bird can’t really see me.  And the bird couldn’t know that I needed that little bit of entertainment during a very bad day.  But each time that robin turned up I’d said “hi” to Mom, and before I sat down again I’d say a silent “bye, see you next time.”

So I’ve been thinking about the two of them a lot these past few days.  That’s not a bad thing, I’ve sort of enjoyed it.  Especially during these beautiful spring days when I’m pulling weeds in my garden and they’re both just a memory away.

Broken hearts

Broken hearts