Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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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!


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Mama's a mockingbird and Daddy's on the front porch

Years ago, shortly after Dad was killed, I was in Alabama, sitting in a car talking to our attorney about developments in our case when a mockingbird flew down and sat on the passenger side rear view mirror, just outside my window.  It sat there for the longest time, just cocking its head and staring at me.  I ignored it for quite awhile, then told my attorney that if there was life after death then this bird was surely my mother!  Just the way it was looking at me, as if it were listening to my conversation and egging me on to make sure I did a good job getting justice for Dad.  A few months later a friend of mine painted a mockingbird on a rock for me.  The rock sits by my front door here at home, and I look at it every day and say a silent hello to my Mom.

This past week I was wandering around Auburn University’s campus, taking pictures of pretty flowers, trees and buildings.  I didn’t know for sure where the building was that Mom used to work in, but just before I headed back to the car I turned a corner and there it was.  I took a quick picture and as I was turning to leave a mockingbird flew down and sat on a post near the front door of the place where Mom worked for ten years.  I stopped to watch it for a moment.  It watched me back.  I figured it was probably Mom again, just saying hello.  So I said hello and we eyed each other for a bit.  Then I turned to walk away, smiling at the encounter.  A few feet further and I looked back over my shoulder.  The bird was gone, but I know the truth.

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Earlier in the week  my brother and I were driving through Auburn looking for the new art museum.  We were a bit turned around when suddenly I noticed that we were driving right past some homes that Dad had owned as rentals.  I quickly turned my head to look and saw a man, standing on the front porch of one of them, back to us, hands in his pockets, baseball cap sitting on top of grey hair.  A short man, he looked just like Dad.  “Hey!” I said to my brother as the houses slipped out of sight.  “That looked just like Dad!”  He agreed, and we didn’t say anything more.  It was such a comforting thing to see Dad standing there; no more needed to be said.

I know that when you lose someone you love you look for signs that they’re alright.  And I know we’ve all been doing that now for five years.  The really cool thing is that these days when we see something that we can interpret as that positive sign we can smile rather than cry.  And find comfort instead of that familiar stab of pain.  Progress.

So I guess my mama’s a mocking bird and daddy’s standing out on the porch somewhere.  All’s right with the world.

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Like being on another planet

I’ve settled into southern living a bit, at least the part about living alone in a small house on a lake.  Sometimes I forget that I’m way down south.  But today, stopping at the local Piggly-Wiggly grocery store for a couple of bottles of water, I realize I’m no longer in Michigan.  For sure.  First off, the check out people are standing around waiting for someone to need them, and secondly their discussion centers on the after holiday sales.  As in “I’m fixin to get me some of that turkey spam that’s on special today.”

I smile and go find the water, then get in line behind a lady with 20 cans of cat food and a bottle of carpet spot remover.  I’m not going to think about that one too much.  Last night I went through a fast food drive through up in Alex City, the nearest “big” town.  I asked for a diet drink.  They didn’t have diet, so I asked for iced tea.  It came sweet.  Once again I forgot I was in the south.  🙂

Anyway, I’m fixin to go to Atlanta to pick up my brother who is flying “home” from a week of work in Minnosota.  He’ll probably have acquired a northern accent but I won’t laugh at him.  Ya’ll know how those northerners are.

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Wordless Wednesday a little late…and not wordless…

I’m sitting in the parking lot of the Dadeville Public Library in Alabama, connected into their wifi.  It’s just noon here and the Methodist church is playing the most lovely carillon music just a couple of blocks away.  I wonder if the people coming and going notice how nice it is.  I doubt the blond with her phone attached to her ear just now even knows it’s playing.  Silly people.

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The flowers are camellias that I cut from Mom’s bushes near the house.  It’s still fall down here in Alabama!  Home soon for a day, then on to DC!


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Still in Alabama

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I’m still in Alabama…sitting at a coffee shop in Auburn checking email.  I’ll be back home for one night and then I’m going to Washington DC  for a few days to meet with Transportation Secretary LaHood!  I’m excited to get to speak about our safety issues to someone so high in the administration.  I’m sure I”ll tell you more about that later.  For now I’m just relaxing and enjoying being with family.

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Happy Thanksgiving

Katie and I want to wish all of you a Very Happy Thanksgiving! We have much to be thankful for and your friendship is high on our list, right behind family and health!  We hope each of you has a special holiday with those you love.  I’m going south to visit family and won’t be home for over a week.  Don’t worry though, Katie is going to party it up with her Dad!

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