Friday, August 31, 2007

Last Big Sailing Weekend


The Commander is slowly recovering from her West Nile Virus. Yesterday, she was told that the virus can cause one to be in a bad mood. After she bit me several times I had her vaccinated. I was found guilty of the usual crimes. One count of being me. Two counts of breathing, and one count of failure to read her mind. Fortunately her mood seems better today. We will be hopping in the good ship and heading west.

I have seen the picture of Lake Sakakawea above for many years. This morning it was in the Bismarck paper. Suddenly I figured out where the picture was taken. The picture is from the North end of Goat Bay. The picture was taken when the lake was high, that is why I never recognized it before. We may anchor and camp there this weekend. With the lake low there is no water on the left side of the island in the picture.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Thing One, and Thing Two



What is this house worth?

The Commander and Lord Kadizzle have thought a lot about selling our house in Hazen and trying somewhere else. Often I wonder what the house is worth. Our house has a kitchen island, that is worth a fortune. It is not at all unusual to come home like we did yesterday and find some apple crisp on the counter. It wasn't there when we left. The day before tomato pie appeared. If you leave that counter alone for awhile it will come up with something. One thing that appears on the counter that is one of my favorites is the rice pudding. I think the key to the appearances is the neighborhood, and leaving the door unlocked. Getting this counter to the point where it would feed us took many years, but it is worth the effort. If I had to move to another place and teach the counter to produce food like this one, it would be a lot of work. Another nice thing about our house is that it is located in a neighbor hood full of counters. If my counter is empty, I just wander to the neighbors and see what is on their counter. It doesn't get any better. Replacing a house like this would be almost impossible.

Ray and Cissie retrace Lewis and Clark


Yesterday Lord Kadizzle hauled Ray and Cissie, and Ray's new hand built canoe to Stanton. From Stanton they paddled down to the power plant. While I was waiting for them I did a little exploring on the river bank. Sadly, the power plant was constructed right on the sight where Lewis and Clark spent the winter. As I walked around and checked the areas of erosion, I could find one layer that was full of cracked bones. This is a sure sing of a village, or some sort of activity that went on for awhile. The number of Indians that lived in this area at one time must have been astounding.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

West Nile slowly letting go.

The West Nile Virus hit The Commander much worse than Old Lord Kadizzle. Tired muscles, and the feeling of lethargy are the two main symptoms. It was very hard to diagnose Lord Kadizzle because one had to separate the natural lethargy from the induced.

Time is drawing neigh to get the boat out of the water. If the crew can get up the energy it will probably be a long boating weekend. The weather has turned cool, and there will be a pause before pheasant season goes into full swing.

Sometime in the next few weeks Cissie will probably make the fall trip down the Missouri River. Ray is hoping to try out his new hand made canoe.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Visions of Johanna

BOB DYLAN LYRICS

"Visions Of Johanna"

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handfull of rain, tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing really nothing to turn of
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train
We can hear the night watcman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise she's all right she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
Oh, how can I explain ?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn.

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man "

As she, herself prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.


[ www.azlyrics.com ]

Monday, August 27, 2007

Back from the Lake with Thing One, and Thing Two

Dr. Suess called them Thing One and Thing Two. Jack and Boone must have been the people he had in mind. It was fun having the six year old and his little brother on board the good ship. There was never a moment of stillness. Finally TC got Thing One to go in the water and let the boat pull them. Thing One rode on his dad's back and had a great time. Of course Thing Two saw this and also took a turn. The fear turned into laughter and smiles.

Cissie is having a much worse battle with the West Nile disease than Lord Kadizzle did. The disease takes it toll on muscles and energy. West Nile can last for up to a year. I hope it does not go that long.

Friday, August 24, 2007

Jelly Faced Jones and his brother


Jack and Boone are visiting and anxiously awaiting a sailing trip. TC Worley, who went with the NY Times writer last year, has returned with his family. Today, they are going to the Badlands, then tomorrow they will go sailing. TC took the pictures last year for the New York Times.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Hauling Goats to Bismarck


Many of my detractors claim I am a cheap old fart, however they are not always aware of all my good deeds. One thing I end up doing frequently is hauling all the old guys from Hazen to Bismarck. Most of these guys have doctor appointments, and need someone to take them to Bismarck and back. Their problem is two fold, first they cannot stay awake for the whole drive, and second they often get medicated in Bismarck. I enjoy the trip, and am glad to help these guys. Often I wonder why their church doesn't provide the service. It strikes me as strange that one of the towns premier heathens always ends up with the job. Most of the time these guys buy me dinner, so I don't want to pretend it is all for nothing. My motto is "Will drive for food". So today Cissie and I are going on a goat run. This particular goat has one of those huge Cadillacs every person of the last generation dreams of. The thing is so big you need a Captain's license to drive one. It has leather seats and is like floating in a big bubble. If I am not already, someday I will be an old goat, so I hope there is a goat hauler when my time comes.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Back from Camp Woodtick

The Commander and Lord Kadizzle have returned from Camp Wood Tick near the Canadian Border. The major event at the camp seemed to be eating. We ate like kings. The weather was good, and so was the company.

We stayed at a cabin site that we had stayed in years ago. The last time we stayed there we were robbed by Indians. When we returned to the dwelling it appeared we had caught someone inside. The door was broken out, and a flashlight was laying on the floor turned on.

After giving the situation some thought it occurred to me that it was best to let the person escape, rather than risk a confrontation. So I yelled into the cabin and told the person we were leaving and they should get out. When we returned we found that they had stolen a bottle of gin, and a bottle of salad dressing. Ever since that time people have wondered what kind of drink you make with gin and ranch dressing. Who ever was in the cabin apparently ran out the back and jumped off the porch. You could tell this happened by the broken branches. It was not a pleasant escape. Some young Indians were partying nearby, and they were the mains suspects, but in fairness no one knows who it actually was.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Headed toward Canada

If all goes right the Commander and Lord Kadizzle will be headed toward the border today to join friends. We will gather at a little lake and relax and swim. The Old Toyota goes in for surgery today. With 230,000 miles the little car will not die, so we will try to eek another ten or twenty thousand miles out of it. The mower needs repair, and the house needs painting. Everything including the owners is wearing out.

Monday, August 13, 2007

West Nile Confrimed at Quinn Household


Tonight while The Commander was at the park board meeting I got a call from the clinic saying The Commander's blood test showed she had West Nile. The Commander made fun of the good Lord Kadizzle when he claimed he was afflicted, then The Commander came down with the dread and sang a different tune. Although Lord Kadizzle never had the blood test I am sure he had the same thing. Fortunately one of the lingering symptoms is lack of energy and a need to take it easy. A better blessing could not have fallen on his Lordship. I look forward to as much as a year of excuses to rest my heart.

Milk Day


As a child I remember Mr. Bell the milkman. Mr. Bell would sometimes give us free orange drink, or some chewing gum. If nothing else Mr. Bell would let you have a nice piece of ice. Today at nine I have to go to the local milk distributer and help unload the big truck. This ancient creamery has trucks that may have been driven by Mr. Bell back in the 50's.

The older couple that delivers the milk just refuses to give up. When the regular helper does not work, it is my job to fill in. It is good exercise, so I don't mind. I am amazed the Daryl and Ruth can still lift tons of milk every day. The creamery is laid out so poorly that we almost wear the milk out moving it around before it ever gets delivered. The milk comes off the big truck, and for some crazy reason the diver only brings it half way. I have to move it into the cooler. About an hour after we put it in the cooler we take it back out and put it on Daryl's truck. I have always wondered why we just don't put it right on the delivery truck. I suppose we have to get it accustomed to a new home and give it a chance to rest.

For the grand finally we go to stores and stock the shelves. Sometimes we go to little restaurants. I loose my appetite to eat out when I walk in the back of many of these little eating places.

I see this as a noble pursuit making sure all Gods children have milk.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

World's Best Medical Care? From NY Times

Many Americans are under the delusion that we have “the best health care system in the world,” as President Bush sees it, or provide the “best medical care in the world,” as Rudolph Giuliani declared last week. That may be true at many top medical centers. But the disturbing truth is that this country lags well behind other advanced nations in delivering timely and effective care.

Michael Moore struck a nerve in his new documentary, “Sicko,” when he extolled the virtues of the government-run health care systems in France, England, Canada and even Cuba while deploring the failures of the largely private insurance system in this country. There is no question that Mr. Moore overstated his case by making foreign systems look almost flawless. But there is a growing body of evidence that, by an array of pertinent yardsticks, the United States is a laggard not a leader in providing good medical care.

Seven years ago, the World Health Organization made the first major effort to rank the health systems of 191 nations. France and Italy took the top two spots; the United States was a dismal 37th. More recently, the highly regarded Commonwealth Fund has pioneered in comparing the United States with other advanced nations through surveys of patients and doctors and analysis of other data. Its latest report, issued in May, ranked the United States last or next-to-last compared with five other nations — Australia, Canada, Germany, New Zealand and the United Kingdom — on most measures of performance, including quality of care and access to it. Other comparative studies also put the United States in a relatively bad light.

Insurance coverage. All other major industrialized nations provide universal health coverage, and most of them have comprehensive benefit packages with no cost-sharing by the patients. The United States, to its shame, has some 45 million people without health insurance and many more millions who have poor coverage. Although the president has blithely said that these people can always get treatment in an emergency room, many studies have shown that people without insurance postpone treatment until a minor illness becomes worse, harming their own health and imposing greater costs.

Access. Citizens abroad often face long waits before they can get to see a specialist or undergo elective surgery. Americans typically get prompter attention, although Germany does better. The real barriers here are the costs facing low-income people without insurance or with skimpy coverage. But even Americans with above-average incomes find it more difficult than their counterparts abroad to get care on nights or weekends without going to an emergency room, and many report having to wait six days or more for an appointment with their own doctors.

Fairness. The United States ranks dead last on almost all measures of equity because we have the greatest disparity in the quality of care given to richer and poorer citizens. Americans with below-average incomes are much less likely than their counterparts in other industrialized nations to see a doctor when sick, to fill prescriptions or to get needed tests and follow-up care.

Healthy lives. We have known for years that America has a high infant mortality rate, so it is no surprise that we rank last among 23 nations by that yardstick. But the problem is much broader. We rank near the bottom in healthy life expectancy at age 60, and 15th among 19 countries in deaths from a wide range of illnesses that would not have been fatal if treated with timely and effective care. The good news is that we have done a better job than other industrialized nations in reducing smoking. The bad news is that our obesity epidemic is the worst in the world.

Quality. In a comparison with five other countries, the Commonwealth Fund ranked the United States first in providing the “right care” for a given condition as defined by standard clinical guidelines and gave it especially high marks for preventive care, like Pap smears and mammograms to detect early-stage cancers, and blood tests and cholesterol checks for hypertensive patients. But we scored poorly in coordinating the care of chronically ill patients, in protecting the safety of patients, and in meeting their needs and preferences, which drove our overall quality rating down to last place. American doctors and hospitals kill patients through surgical and medical mistakes more often than their counterparts in other industrialized nations.

Life and death. In a comparison of five countries, the United States had the best survival rate for breast cancer, second best for cervical cancer and childhood leukemia, worst for kidney transplants, and almost-worst for liver transplants and colorectal cancer. In an eight-country comparison, the United States ranked last in years of potential life lost to circulatory diseases, respiratory diseases and diabetes and had the second highest death rate from bronchitis, asthma and emphysema. Although several factors can affect these results, it seems likely that the quality of care delivered was a significant contributor.

Patient satisfaction. Despite the declarations of their political leaders, many Americans hold surprisingly negative views of their health care system. Polls in Europe and North America seven to nine years ago found that only 40 percent of Americans were satisfied with the nation’s health care system, placing us 14th out of 17 countries. In recent Commonwealth Fund surveys of five countries, American attitudes stand out as the most negative, with a third of the adults surveyed calling for rebuilding the entire system, compared with only 13 percent who feel that way in Britain and 14 percent in Canada.

That may be because Americans face higher out-of-pocket costs than citizens elsewhere, are less apt to have a long-term doctor, less able to see a doctor on the same day when sick, and less apt to get their questions answered or receive clear instructions from a doctor. On the other hand, Gallup polls in recent years have shown that three-quarters of the respondents in the United States, in Canada and in Britain rate their personal care as excellent or good, so it could be hard to motivate these people for the wholesale change sought by the disaffected.

Use of information technology. Shockingly, despite our vaunted prowess in computers, software and the Internet, much of our health care system is still operating in the dark ages of paper records and handwritten scrawls. American primary care doctors lag years behind doctors in other advanced nations in adopting electronic medical records or prescribing medications electronically. This makes it harder to coordinate care, spot errors and adhere to standard clinical guidelines.

Top-of-the-line care. Despite our poor showing in many international comparisons, it is doubtful that many Americans, faced with a life-threatening illness, would rather be treated elsewhere. We tend to think that our very best medical centers are the best in the world. But whether this is a realistic assessment or merely a cultural preference for the home team is difficult to say. Only when better measures of clinical excellence are developed will discerning medical shoppers know for sure who is the best of the best.



With health care emerging as a major issue in the presidential campaign and in Congress, it will be important to get beyond empty boasts that this country has “the best health care system in the world” and turn instead to fixing its very real defects. The main goal should be to reduce the huge number of uninsured, who are a major reason for our poor standing globally. But there is also plenty of room to improve our coordination of care, our use of computerized records, communications between doctors and patients, and dozens of other factors that impair the quality of care. The world’s most powerful economy should be able to provide a health care system that really is the best.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

CPR on the Roof


One morning last week I walked out our back door with no particular goal in mind. I noticed roofers next door loading shingles on the roof of my neighbors house in preparation to redo the roof. I saw one man laying face down. I thought perhaps he was examining something. It did seem peculiar, but I went on down the street behind our house. Immediately I saw a policeman running toward the ladder leading to the neighbors roof. The policeman had his first aid bag so I thought I would follow him and see if I could help since I have had taught first aid for many years and had a lot of emergency experience.

On the roof face down, and apparently not breathing was my daughters high school track coach. His son was on the cell phone talking to 911. The ambulance crew arrived and administered CPR to the fallen roofer. With some help from a tree trimming crew and their truck we managed to get the man off the roof and into the ambulance.

The coach was revived and is hospitalized in Bismarck. Apparently he had a massive heart attack and has not yet gained consciousness. The coach was a very healthy man and the whole situation made me think a lot about how quickly one can go from good health to bad.

This morning I spoke to someone who told me the coach awakened, got out of bed and tried to walk out of his hospital room. Having seen the man on the roof I would have sworn he was dead. If he suffers no brain damage from this whole incident it will truly be a miracle

Thursday, August 09, 2007

West Nile Strikes the crew


About a week ago the good captain seemed to be in a weakened state. With joint pain, no energy, and a rash, the captain seemed to have the symptoms of West Nile disease. The Commander had little sympathy for captain jelly belly, and contributed it to a flare up of his incurable laziness.

This week the commander seems to be down with the same thing. Today she has rallied and may be past the worst of it. Yesterday her exigency went to the doctor and had some blood test, so we may actually find out what we have.

In the bilge of our ship we carry our own supply of home raised misquitos that could be the root cause for this dread.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Logs in Place



Ray has been hard at it over in Stanton. These are some of the logs we cut earlier in the year at the logging camp ranch with Ray. We helped put some in place last Friday at the Trading Post Ray is building in Stanton. If you get to Stanton be sure to see it. It is open and has some nice gift items.

The Western Adventure

Off On a Western Lake Adventure



Today the good ship Sovereign will leave port and head west seeking plunder and new lands. Nancy and Pat Hertz will be part of the fleet. With The Commander Lord Kadizzle hopes to make contact with the Indian tribes on the west end of the lake. Somewhere near the mouth of the Little Missouri we should meet up with Andrew McGarva. The journey will last until Sunday if all goes well. We should have the chance to go down the Little Missouri into some of our old favorite bays. Dean and Dian Gunsch may also be along.