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A Rocky Mountain Venture…..#224 (the 90’s)

March 30, 2016

Greensburg Well

The Willson’s Buick was heading west on highway 54,  a Colorado journey to join Gary’s father & mother in-law  Bud and Helen Murrow at their annual summer retreat on the western slope of the Rockies, their 35 ft. fifth wheel trailer a Rocky Mountain 6 weeks  provisional home.   This summers foray would also find other members of Jan’s family assembling in the quiescence of the Rocky Mountain domain.   The Willson’s first stop, Greensburg,  a typical Kansas farming community celebrated as having the largest hand-dug well in the world, not a planned agenda stop  but the highway sign according the families attention.   The Greensburg morning stop a novelty to investigate something off the beaten path, it’s proclamation of acclaim giving raise to curiosity. The entrance thru a gift shop, finding a stairway leading down the 110 foot depth  to the 1880’s era’s townships water supplying well.   Robert, Sandra and Gary descending the stairwell into the dimly lighted hand -dug cavern,  Gary’s dissertation wasn’t the cogitation of the descent  but the experience.

Replica of old Dodge City.

Gun fight at Dodge

The journey continuing northwest thru old Fort Dodge,  erected in 1866 and then deeded to the State of Kansas in 1890 as the Kansas State Soldiers Home.   Another 5 miles to Dodge City,  the famous Cow town making its historic significance from 1876 to 1886,  a span of ten years before reverting to a sleepy West Kansas meat packing community.   The 1951 radio and later television program Gunsmoke responsible for its new-found prominence,  the replica’s of the Long Branch Saloon and the Boot Hill Museum a host to the inquisitive like Gary whom was an avid Gunsmoke radio listener of that  era.   The original Front Street buildings no longer giving a presence,  the victims of a 1970 urban renewal program,  but the flavor of the old west still could be perceived,  the Willson’s touring the replicas,  mounting boot hill,  enjoying a gunfight presentation, savoring the memorable realm.

Double rainbow at Canon City Colorado

US Highway 50, the median west thru  Garden City,  then elapsing less than a mile from another noted Kansas town,  Holcomb, its acclaim pronounced by Truman Capote 1966 book and movie,  In Cold Blood.  The 1959 well publicized murder of the Clutter family in farming community of Holcomb being chronicled.   Crossing into Colorado,  the small town of Rocky Ford,  another distinctive town  nationally renown, noted for it its  cantaloupes.  Gary making a mental note for the return trip home, to stop at one of many roadside stands and redeem a quantity of Rocky Fords nationally known product.  Trekking west thru Pueblo, the arid flat plains of Colorado giving way to a vista view of the Colorado Rocky Mountains in the distance.   The day long venture about to conclude,  echoing in the first nights rest at the Holiday Motel in Canon City,  a small privately owned facility without amenities,  but the congeniality of the management and its low-budget rooms were adequate for an overnight stay.  Canon City,  the gateway to the Royal Gorge Bridge and State Park, Gary reserving the gorge visit for the returning journey home to Kansas.   The early morning breakfast fulfilled, the family having made a decision according a northward 1 ½ hour detour from Highway 50 to the Colorado gold mining communities of Cripple Creek and Victor.

Robert on the road to Cripple Creek

Cripple Creek

Journeying on Highway 9 the unpaved portion before the uphill Highway 11 to Cripple Creek and its sister city Victor reminded Gary of the mountainous roads of Siskiyou County California as a youth with the exception of the rocks as the road narrowed to a single lane when passing through the tunneled walls of solid granite.  The once booming 1890 town now renounced from its past,  the state of Colorado having just legalized Cripple Creek for gambling,  the sparse old shops housing antiques and tourist knickknacks now sporting For-Lease or For-Sale signs,  the future modern-day entrepreneurial proprietors yet to established all their gambling enterprises.

Aboard the CC & Victor Narrow Gauge Railroad

Train Robbers

An early lunch at the Victor Hotel dining room,  followed by a tour of the remaining shops of Cripple Creek and a boarding of the CC & Victor Narrow Gauge Railway. The scenic journey hugging the cliff endowed tracks,  crossing the old trestles,  following the paths of the ore carrying cars to the stamp mills.  A group of masked outlaws,  firing their  guns,  boarding the train,  commanding a hold-up,  extracting gratuities from the tourist passengers,  a payment for the reenactment.   The late afternoon finding the Willson’s receding the 9494 ft. elevations of Cripple Creek this time on State Highway 24,  Gary thankful for leaving the thin air of the mining community,  the Buick breaching the scenic high mountain meadows,  again to acquaint US 50,  the westward venture continuing.  The scenic wonders of the Colorado Mountains fulfilling the excursion as they continued upward on the majestic expanse of the Continental Divide.

Rocky Mountains leaving Cripple Creek

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Continental Divide…….#225 (the 90’s)

March 28, 2016

Reaching the summit

Traversing Highway 50 once again, the Buick Skylark reaching a summit on the Continental Divide,  Monarch Pass,  reserved as one of Colorado’s most scenic overlooks.   The Willson’s halting their progression at the visitors center,  a gift shop and small restaurant,  the family taking notice of the aerial tram for those wanting to acknowledge the cable journey across the canyon to Monarch Ridge.   Everyone finding a brief refreshment pause in the prevailing thin Colorado air environment, acknowledging the postcard scene exposition, Gary not comfortable at the 11,312 ft elevation,  relief coming with the resuming   downhill experience toward Gunnison, their westward journey continuing.

A view from Monarch Pass

Crested Butte

The city and county of Gunnison Colorado being named for John W Gunnison,  a surveyor for the Pacific Railroad in 1853,  his demise coming from the Indians of the Ute Tribe resenting the intrusion in their majestic domain,  the Tomichi Valley,  a disposition of the marvelous expanse of Gunnison Colorado.  The scenic wonder of Gunnison,  nestled at 7,200 ft,  the Gunnison river not a rival to the white water Arkansas River which the Willson’s having witnessed on their Highway 50 travels,  the smaller river journeying through the wide-spreading  Gunnison Tomichi valley giving  a presence of serenity.   The Gunnison Super Eight Motel lodging accommodating Gary and his family for the next days travel to the hamlet of Crested Butte,  a small scenic community 30 miles north of Gunnison.  Crested Butte,  primarily a winter activity center for those aspiring in winter athletics,  sporting lodges and ski lifts,  the pronounced presence of 12,162 ft.  Mt. Crested Butte overlooking the community and the sloping 2.6 mile ski run.   The township of less than 1200 in populace,  dotted with small shops,  Gary finding an atmosphere reminiscing of the Hippies communities from the bygone era of the sixties.

Quiescence of the Gunnison River

Main Street - Highway 50 in Gunnison

Main Street – Highway 50 in Gunnison

The return to Gunnison on Highway 135 acquainting the commencement of the Gunnison River,  a confluence of the Taylor tributary from Crested Butte and the East River tributary,  coalescing at the town Almont 15 miles north of Gunnison.   The River flowing southwest then making a horseshoe turn, changing direction and flowing northwest entering the Colorado River at Grand Junction.   Jan and the family having acknowledge the many river rafting enterprises on their return from Crested Butte, discovering an opportunity to inaugurate a new experience,  white water rafting.   The sign read Scenic River Tours,  Gary halting the Buick’s journey to inquire,  recognizing Robert and Sandra excitement starting to blossom with expectation.   The world of river rafting an unknown to the family,  the explanation of white water rafting being discerned,  a type 1 voyage being a gently float down a river,  advancing to a white water type 5 perspicacity, requiring experience to work as a crew member,  able to adhere to the instructions of the guide.   The juncture of the Gunnison river,  its flow towards  the town,  a rafting category type 3 venture,  not a floating experience but in respect not a hazardous white water type 5 encounter.  The Willson’s boarding the raft,  life jacket adorned taking their rowing positions,  listening to the commands of the experienced helmsmen,  able to absorb the beauty of the countryside and the enhancement of the sparkling clear brisk moving river.   The 45 minutes of passage,  an onstage presentation of Colorado’s natural beauty,  the quiescence experienced,  the roar of the river,  then a calmness,  the silence of serenity,  the presence of the husbandry of nature,  the charisma of the river removing the thoughts of the quotidian world.   Gary subliminally making a mental note,  experiencing the gleam in his children’s eyes,  his own countenance, this first experience of rafting would not be their last.

Blue Mesa Reservoir

Again the westward journey  began,  the Willson’s departing Gunnison,  Highway 50 still a bulwark of progression,  another two hours would find their destination.   The high altitude plains of Colorado and Blue Mesa Reservoir before them,  the largest body of water in Colorado,  Gary never having experienced a 36 mile long reservoir,  the highway paralleling the seemingly endless body of water,  its presence a pause in the  flowing Gunnison river.   The roadside sign read Black Canyon State Park,  its designation north,  Gary hesitating,  a curiosity,  filing a thought for another time,  a possible inquisition on the family’s return to the plains of Kansas.   Arriving at Montrose,  the Buick turned south on to Highway 550,  a hour’s journey to their destination to embrace the senior Murrow’s in their esoteric summer repose.   The family arriving at a  small sequestered community of 800,  slumbered in the western slope of the Rocky Mountains,  an elevation of 7,792 ft.,  its position  proclaimed as the Switzerland of America,  Ouray Colorado.

Hooray – Ouray……….#226 (the 90’s)

March 26, 2016
Welcome to Ouray

Welcome to Ouray

Arriving at the Switzerland of America,  Ouray Colorado,  an  unique town nestled in the San Juan Range of the western Rocky Mountain at an elevation of 7811 ft., Gary remaining curious of how Jan’s mother and father found this picturesque  location.   The Willson family having made prior reservation at the Rivers Edge Motel,  a scant distance from the 4 J +1+1 river trailer sanctuary hosting the Murrow’s 35 ft. fifth wheel mobil home.   As expected,  Jan’s sister Lynne, husband Shawn and daughters Sarah and Jamie having stationed their tent travel trailer accommodations in the same location.  As anticipated,  her Aunt Esther and Uncle Charles Terry,  having found enrollment at the Matterhorn Inn,  a more affluent residency.   The Willson’s impressed with their River Edge Motel accommodations,  their spacious corner abode enabled them to descry the rippling sounds of the adventurous Uncompahgre river,  with the rooms windows open, its nighttime discharging sound providing a constitutional environment,  proclaiming its Colorado presence.

The Rivers Edge Motel (note the blue 87 Buick)

The Rivers Edge Motel (note the blue 87 Buick)

The Uncompahgre River (An Ute Indian name)

Motor cyclist tourist – Main St. Ouray

Sandra and her Mount

The agenda for each day was nondescript,  a progenitor discussion held the night before about the coming ascendancy  enabling a determination of the next day’s events.   A daily stroll uptown to acquaint the many store exhibitions filled with tee shirts and Ouray memorabilia,  like many scenic wonder towns dependent on tourist for its livelihood.   An afternoon ritual  lunch engagement with the communal family,  the Murrow‘s,  Johnson’s and Terry’s,  an adherence to the dining opportunities of Ouray,  followed with a gelatinous appearance at the Ice Cream and Candy store.   Gary and Jan enjoying a walking exercise east on 8th Street, a 3 block journey to appraised the splendor of Cascade falls,  the water descending off the mountain,  able to acquaint the alluring falls up-close and personal.  The Rocky Mountain town a portrait opportunities not just from its endowed nature artistry, but an opportunist  providing a memorable simulacrum of  visitation for its guest.   The 800 block of Main Street home to the Ouray Livery Barn,  Jan,  Robert, Sandra and the two Johnson girls ready to saddle up for a venture into the surrounding hills via horseback,  the chaperoned excursion a well received equestrian event.

Cascade Falls

Jan and Cascade Falls

Bud Murrow a depiction from the past but ever-present today

Helen Murrow – a celestial Bride

The trailer hook-up area extended for 3 1/2 blocks north of 7th Street and was located on the west bank of the Uncompahgre River, the facility with a unique name 4 J + 1 + 1  Trailer & RV Park, included restrooms, shower facilities,  vending machines and laundry,  Bud and Helen Murrow enjoying a home away from home, Shawn and Lynne Johnson displaying their tent trailer adjacent to the Murrow’s 5th wheel home.  An early morning breakfast could be discovered if the person’s timing was good,  the Willson children having commendable morning dietary predication,  if not prepared by their Grammy,  by their Uncle Shawn whom enjoyed  displaying his culinary breakfast talents.

4 J + 1 + 1

Esther Terry & Shawn Johnson

Sarah – Sandra – Jamie and Robert in the RV trailer

The family members escalating their 87 Buick,  traversing the quarter-mile southwest on Box Canyon Road to hike into the cavern domain of Box Canyon, a steel scaffold walkway allowing passage,  the roar of the water cascading thru its formidable aperture filling the air.  Entering the Falls dominion,  a spectral aura could be experienced,  the force of the water providing a rebounding intonation of aptitude,  a resolution of mother-nature’s ascendancy.  One could journey into the cavernous atmosphere of white water pluming through its rocked carved highway seeking its freedom from containment.   Another adventurist location,  the pioneering industries of a by-gone era, the Bachelor – Syracuse Mine,  the gold mining enterprise that first brought acknowledgement to the community.   The Willson’s,  this time solitary  without Jan’s family,  according the historical application,  entering a 3350 ft. journey on a train tram into the void of solid rock designated as Gold Hill.   To their disappointment the miners of yesteryear found that  the mine wasn’t productive for gold,  but discovering a bonanza for another commodity that was inherently abundant,  silver.

Inside Box Canyon

A gushing presence

A mile south on Highway 550 was the intersection of  county road #16 which ascended across several streams,  raising above the valley below, the entire Murrow related family assembling for the outing.   The area providing stopping points to engage the crystal clear water,  which gently flowed from above,  enabling a venue for gathering rocks and weathered wooden artifacts and a vicinity for Robert to engage in a display of his rock climbing ability.  The promulgated destination projected an overlook platforms providing a majestic vista,  below one could view the panorama of Ouray and the grandiose San Juan Mountains could be ascertained.

Bachelor - Syracuse Mine

Bachelor – Syracuse Mine

Rock hunting

The Willson’s – Bud Murrow- The Terry’s

Twelve miles north of Ouray,  the community of Ridgeway awaited,  its prominence established when the 1969 John Wayne Movie True Grit, and the 1962 epic How The West Was Won with an all-star cast including James Stewart,  Henry Fonda,  Gregory Peck,  John Wayne and others were filmed at this location.   Another small town,  like Ouray,  its tourism industry expressed predominantly in the winter,  its location at the junction of Highway 550 and 62,  avenues to the renown winter haven of  Telluride.   Gary finding it interesting,  Telluride was located in a box canyon just 10 miles from Ouray,  but one had to traverse  55 miles of highway to get there.   The small town known to the movie industry for the annual Telluride Film Festival,  the cinema elite in attendance.   The scenic drive into Telluride,  the Willson’s noticing the presences of the eastward flowing Dolores River,  navigating onto a dirt access road to accord a better view of the waterway,  a discovery on the side of the road,  a rusted 1960’s VW Van,  a makeshift chimney protruding thru it roof,  Gary surmising,  a probable home to a personage from the 60’s hippie era.   The river providing an opportunity to disembark,  to communicate with its flowing aura, to feel its pulse and experience its breath of life.

The Dolores River near Telluride

A tour of Telluride,  it’s 12 blocks square domain liken in size to Kiowa Kansas,  but studded with an array of proprietary buildings inflated with wears, catering to the thousands of affluent visitors each year.   Gary concluding, the San Juan Mountains,  their 14,000 ft. majestic peaks,  the travel time to Telluride in itself a nominal price to pay for the wondrous scenic experience.  The day travels concluding, the grandeur of tomorrow awaiting.

The Million Dollar Highway….#227 (the 90’s)

March 24, 2016

Million Dollar Highway

Gary couldn’t believe the passage on Highway #550 over 12,980 ft. Red Mountain,  its program south from Ouray  designated as the Million Dollar Highway was  a carnage of progress,  the families destination being Durango and points west.   This renown  highway a cornucopia of twist and turns,  the incline of the road finding highway signs disclosing a warning message to slow to a speed of 5 miles per hour thru the curving deviations.   The Buick,  the transmission paling  registered in first gear slowing its decent,   the brakes being applied on numerous occasions to moderate it’s acceleration,  all noticing that many sections of the road unshepard with guard rails.   The view of the gorge,  the depth of the incline below giving reverence to the perplexity of those workers  who fashioned a path on the sheer cliffs of the 13,000 ft.  mountain.   Halting their travel at Silverton,  the family disembarking the Skylark,  Gary noticing an emanation discharging from the Buick,  a familiar odor from his peregrinations with his father during his youthful travels in a ten-wheeler loaded lumber truck,  the smell of calescent brake pads.

Mesa Verde National Park

Archaeologist at work

Continuing the digression on the Million Dollar highway,  but this time being somewhat more cautious in braking the automobiles advancement, the smell emitted by the hot brakes still lingering,   the 70 mile journey from Ouray to Durango a two hours juncture being fulfilled.    A hesitation at Durango,  the Willson’s going west on Highway #160 to the Mesa Verde National Park,  a historic presentations of Colorado heritage, its Indian Cliff Dwellings dating from 550 AD to 1300 AD,  but never acknowledged until the 1870’s by William Henry Jackson and finally recognized as a national park in 1906.   The road trip a 40 mile venture,  the scenery mostly  a desolate of rock ensued proposition, but suddenly concluding with a vestige of tree inhabitation,  thus the acquiring the name Mesa Veda, “Green Table”.   The Buick reaching its destination,  the Willson family embarking on a winding rock spawn path entering the realm of a civilization that existed for more than 800 years,  their demise still questionable to this day.   The cliff dwellings and their presentation a wondrous vision of the past,  Gary a student of history,  intrigued with the surroundings,  a curiosity about the inhabitants culture, their thoughts about life and the future or was it all about survival.
The tour of the relics of the past completed,  once again ing the presence of the Buick reversing course but with a final cessation,  Gary noting a sign for an overlook, “Four Corners“,  a view from one vantage point of Utah,  New Mexico,  Arizona and Colorado,  the family according the winding road to acquaint the presentation.  Returning to Durango,  ensuing a discussion of acquainting the Durango,  Silverton Narrow Gage Railway Tour,  but because of the late hour, it was decided to forgo the two-hour tour,  Gary desiring to arrive in Ouray before dark,  postponing the event for another day.

Family Gathering

The Willson family Matriarch

The contradistinction visits to Ouray finding Gary’s mother,  Betty Willson,  the dexterous matriarch,  agglutinating her Son’s family in the high altitude region,  making an aeronautical entrance to the Montrose Airport adjoining them in Ouray to celebrate the abundance of the Colorado Mountains. e  The Murrow Family playing host to the eldest Willson,  sharing their riverside trailer pavilion for her abode,  Gary happy to see a closer articulation of the two families.  Acknowledging his mother’s presence as an uplifting experience,  her presence giving acquiesce that another family realm existed besides those propagated from the domination and dynasties of Kansas and Oklahoma.   With the new arrival a return to the dominion of Box Canyon and the cavalcade of rushing water, this time including the Terry’s, Gary’s mother experiencing the presentations of Ouray community and the over-powering instigation of the Rocky Mountains.

A real saloon bar

Turn of the century dining

A departure time having ascended,  the Willson’s River Edge Motel provision having expired,  but a desire to remain another day was acquired,  a move up the street,  a block away,to the historic Western Hotel,  it’s remnants from an earlier era.   The dining room and bar a depiction of something out of a western movie, the upstairs rooms having old metal spring beds,  the restroom,  a commune down the hall,  the experience a peregrinations back in time.   The morning before departure finding a buffet breakfast in the western scene,  Gary and Jan visiting with the proprietors,  the conversation revolving about the sale of the property,  its ascension,and its despondence,  a peak of interest bridging Gary’s mind,  a move to Colorado brandishing itself,  but being dismissed as only a dream of a beholder.

The morning found a departure,  Shawn,  Gary’s brother-in-law affirming he would see Gary’s mother  Betty to the Montrose airport the following day,  the Willson’s embarking on their Journey east towards Kansas.

White Water……………..#228 (the 90’s)

March 22, 2016

White water – a challenge

The return journey  to Kansas having commenced,  the memories amassed from Ouray forever ingrained,  the Willson family having made notice on their portal trip, still anticipating adding excursions during their homecoming venture.   Once again traversing on Highway 50,  the information announcing  road sign proclaiming Black Canyon National Monument, the Buick Skylark veering north to explore the reaches of another one of  natures commemorations.   Arriving, the scenic pathway from the visitors lodge leading to the bounds of the canyon,  the family from high above the canyon able to view  the waters of the Gunnison River, its flow providing a majestic contour of Colorado topography.   Continuing on, a brief stoppage in Gunnison for lunch at the Chatterbox Cafe before continuing eastward towards the Royal Gorge and the flowing Arkansas River.

View of Black Canyon

The Willsons on the Arkansas

The roadside sign proclaimed River Runners White Water Rafting, Gary halting the Buick, the eagerness of what lay ahead building.  Entering the rafting operators pavilion an inquiry discovering the River Runners enterprise providing a venture down a Class III & IV region of the Arkansas River for the family,  a 16 years of age requirement preventing a class V river presentation.   Suited with life jackets, mounting the 12 ft. long bobbing rubber river transport,  Gary sitting on the forward port side,  Robert on the starboard side,  Jan, Sandra and another couple,  all with oars in hand making up the capable crew,  the helmsman ready to bark the rowing instructions.   Casting off,  the river presenting a flowing quiescence,  the oarsman pilot adducing an explanation to his crew about the necessity to adhere to his commands and the procedure for their safety if the raft should capsize.   The scenic canyon housing the empowered Arkansas providing a majestic view,  the flora,  the habitat,  including the long horn sheep visible on the cliffs of the gorge.   The white water now a more frequent occurrence,  appearing in longer presentations,  its deafen roar no longer a background intonation but an on stage advocate to  mother natures paramount production.  The swiftness of the river cascading over the boulders,  the crew of the water besieged vessel,  their full attention according the helmsman and the administering of his commands.  The adrenalin flowing,  at times a temporal  onslaught,  the aura of the experience casting a total fulfillment,  then a recession,  the calming of the river,  a landing,  the embarkation on a bus ascending Highway 50,  a return to inception,  the adventure finding conclusion.

The Royal Gorge from the bridge

A royal person at the royal gorge

Jan,  Robert and Sandra at the Bungee site

The Royal Gorge National Park entrance was a exiguous 6 miles from Canon City,  the Willson’s appointed overnight lodging before abrogating their opportune Colorado journey.   The entrance to the park finding an abundance of parking,  the pathway excursion to the famous suspension bridge,  the wooden walkway 955 ft. above the Arkansas River,  its 150 ft. towers providing support for the 1260 ft. ,  18 ft. wide pathway.  The bridge completed in 1929, and most recently used in a 1980 television program That’s Incredible for a world record-setting bungee jump of over 800 ft,  the view from above giving some a feeling of vertigo.  Most surprising was the deer habitations found at the bridge entrance,  so accepted of mankind, a person could approach them and stroke their presence,  Jan and the children taking advantage to approach the ancestry of nature.   Gary finding the view of the river,  the royal gorge railway below displaying a majestic demonstration,  able to watch the kayaks of the river rogues navigated the torrent of water,  watching their small vessels oscillating upside down in the domain far below the vantage point from the bridge above.   The enlightenment of the Gorge,  its scenic wonder furthering another display of the wonderment of Colorado.

Honoring the Kansas Flag at the Royal Gorge

Acquainting new friends

A petting experience

An early morning Canon City start,  the Buick up and running for its return to Kansas,  a farewell to Rocky Mountains of Colorado,  the flat eastern plains lay ahead.   A last scheduled halting of procession before the Stateline,  Rocky Ford,  the family not forgetting the many agricultural stands and the famous cantaloupes, another memorabilia to accost Kansas.   Crossing into Kansas,  the continuous journey to conclude,  the welcoming of home,  Anthony,  the family adventure indelibly printed, a mnemonic occasion.   Arriving home,  a phone call from Gary’s  family, inquiring about his mother’s health,  his mother embarking from her flight to California in a wheelchair,  a discernment that she had been under duress during her stay in Ouray,  the 7800 ft. elevation an encumbrance on her health.   Her affliction never related to those presence during her Ouray stay,  the stubbornness of matriarch,  never to beset others with her problems.  Her prognosis adjusted and her detriment alleviated,  she  pronounced her enjoyment of her visit with family in Ouray.

The Future Remains Hidden…#229 (the 90’s)

March 20, 2016

From the Alva Review Courier

A new beginning,  Jan and the Anthony communities ongoing battle with Lee Adams the Hospital Administrator, the  quandary coming to a conclusion,  Adams terminated as administrator and exiled to a minority post in a Wichita  HCA affiliate.   The residue consequence,  a subsided  term of employment for Jan Willson as Nursing Director,  the RN agreeing to terminate her Anthony Hospital position.   Jan having no difficulty finding temporary employment as a nurse in Wichita or Pratt during the integument.   A review of the Wichita Eagle Beacon discovering a notice that Share Medical Center in Alva Oklahoma was searching for a Director of Nursing.   Jan enthusiastically  submitting her resume to  Share Medical Center,  a finding of emanation,  scheduling an interview with Mike McCoy,  the hospital Administer.   Jan returning home deeming her  interview with the administrator and Hospital Board of Directors as going well and a subsequent notification from the hospital proclaiming  success.   Gary as an eternal optimist having no doubts she would be selected for the position of DON,  never doubting his wife’s tenacity.   Jan’s acquisition to the administrative position in the pristine 80 bed medical facility was in keeping  with  her officiousness for her profession.

Share Medical Center - Alva Oklahoman

Share Medical Center – Alva Oklahoman

The compass of Jan’s new employment,  having to experience a 60 mile one way drive to Alva Oklahoma from Anthony,  her time at home presenting a deprivation from a preponderant family congregate.   Gary assuming the role of alliance,  often providing the morning and evening meals for Robert and Sandra and accepting the clientage of procurement for a family.   With Jan’s hospital responsibilities and traveling time  limiting her family presence, Gary understood the responsibility of family semblance rested with him.    Jan’s daily mileage trek to Alva in the 1987 Buick beginning to inflict Gary with a concern about the vehicle’s longevity.  The Buick having provided  good service during the past years but with Jan’s new position in Alva, Gary thought  it was time to upgrade her transportation to a more felicitous mode,  one more in concert with her traveling distance and new-found Medical Center status.  A planned journeying to Wichita to apprise the 1993  models,  Jan’s already having aspirations for a convertible, having taken notice of the recently displayed Dodge Shadow,  Chrysler having added a convertible for the 1993 model year.

The couple traveling the 52 miles to Wichita in the Buick halting at a Dodge Dealership in the south area of town  finding an array  of new Dodge Shadows,  but no convertibles.   Continuing to the intercity on East Kellogg,  an area encompassing several mile of automotive dealerships distinguished as automobile row,  arriving at the pristine Davis – Moore Dodge-Chrysler enterprise.   The couple disembarking  taking notice of the showroom displaying a Dodge Shadow Convertible,  an ES 6 cylinder fuel injected model with an advertised top speed of 120 mph.   The salesperson introducing the showroom presentation,  Jan sitting in the displayed convertible,  her presence  a complementary grandeur,  an equated pair.  The couple not making a commitment,  but the sales person insisting on taking the Willson’s financial report, mentioning that the noon hour was approaching and that it would take some time for the dealership to acquisition a conclusion if they desired to proceed.   The lunch hour finding the two proceed east on Kellogg Street in the Buick,  Gary noticing the Rusty Eck Ford dealership, a decision being made to stop,  finding a host of salesmen about to pounce upon their entrance,  much like a scene from a television experience.   Halting at the facility,  as expected  they were greeted with a Rusty Eck spokesmen,  Gary according the explanation that  they were interested in a mid-sized convertible.   Immediately a red 1992,  5.0  Mustang Convertible appeared before them,  the sales person insisting that the couple take it for a test drive,  Gary mentioning the lunch hour,  the salesmen insisting they take the car returning it after their lunch.    Gary driving the Mustang,  the Fords odometer reading over 20,000 miles,  a four speed stick shift,  Gary very much impressed with the car’s performance,  but  finding it lacked two concepts that the new Dodge Shadow processed, the Shadow having an automatic transmission and most of all,  that ever-present aroma that only a new car possessed.

93 Dodge Shadow

93 Dodge Shadow

Returning to the  Davis – Moore dealership, the ES Shadow still showcased in the front window of the showroom,  Gary recognizing his wife’s concupiscence for the Dodge Shadow Convertible,  realizing the monthly amortization exceeded his budgeted expectations,  but he couldn’t refuse her predilection.   The long-established 1987 Buick,  its presence providing years of recreational contingency for the family would be instilled as a covenant of exchange,  Gary reluctant,  but realizing the necessity.   The financial acknowledgement of accreditation attained,  the recorded papers signed,  Gary’s curiosity raised to how Davis – Moore would remove the auto from what appeared to be an enclosed showroom capitulation,  but discovering a frontal sliding door not discernible from a curbside view.

The new Dodge Shadow Convertible ES Model,  Jan at the helm,  leaving Davis – Moore in the late fall afternoon,  the twilight of evening hour starting to prevail.   The journey from Wichita,  Gary frenetic with Jan’s vehemence for the acquisition,  the convertible top down,  her blonde hair blowing in the wind,  a projection of her and the sovereignty of the attraction she beheld.   The requisitioned mileage to Anthony,  a pleasant journey,  Gary recalling  a previous era,  driving his first automotive ownership  endeavor,  a 1954 Oldsmobile convertible,   able to acquaint the atmosphere of the countryside,  the aura of life’s surrounding bouquets, the aroma of the fields, the dictates arising from the water spilled creeks,  the odor of livestock in the field.  an instilled memory once again arriving.    The day coming to a completion, Gary finding its aspects a taxing experience,  but it’s conclusion rewarding with a satisfaction that Jan’s transportation was a compliment to perspicuity of her new position as Director of Nursing at Share Medical Center in Alva Oklahoma.

Riverside Cemetery - Kiowa Ks.

Riverside Cemetery – Kiowa Ks.

The overcast morning at the Riverside Cemetery, the sky’s solemn display representative of the eclipsing grief displayed by the Bud Murrow and Stevenson families.  The divorced mother of two, 27-year-old Jeanette,  the  eldest of the  Murrow’s Granddaughters was reposed in her final earthly resting place.  The unexpected precipitous tragedy, a gesture of life’s entwined path of uncertainty, a question of reason enshrouded those in attendances  for the somber memorial.  The assemblage somewhat separated, a vestige of remembrance instilled in the gathered families , its members gathering in supportive unison, but inwardly searching their own intrinsic resolution awaiting a temporal reconciliation.   Gary was cognizant of the furtive petitioning of the paternal and maternal families after the commemoration.  Gayle Robb, Jeanette’s mother, her daughter Shawna and Helen Murrow besieged with consolatory members of the Apostolic Christian  Church.    Lucille Stevenson, the paternal grandmother and Jeanette’s younger brother Todd, surrounded by sympathetic townspeople.  Gary taking notice of the two separate groups, also noticing a grievous Bud Murrow standing alone, disengaged from the array, a consideration to approach him. but hesitant, Gary knowing that his Father-in-law as the man he was, preferring to address his tribulations in solitude.

Jeanette and Todd, the offspring of Gayle’s first marriage to Kiowa raised Jim Stevenson, the Stevenson’s  a prominent Kiowa and Barber County family.   Jim’s father, Andy Stevenson elected Barber County Sheriff, adhering the position for 24 years before retiring in 1974.   Gary recalling in years past the Robb family upon visiting Kiowa, Steve, Gayle and Shawna would accommodate the Murrow family home, Todd and Jeanette acquainting the Stevenson’s household with their overnight presence.   An undercurrent of inauspicious events in Jan’s sister Gayle and husband Steve’s onset, giving precedence to their grieving lamentation and despair for the loss of Jeanette.  The augmented Robb family, Steve, Gayle, Todd, Jeanette and Shawna through the years embraced by Bud and Helen Murrow as exemplifying the canonical presence of a prominent heritage, the couple’s stature as a foundation of the ultimate attainment.  Gayle repenting and becoming a Sister in the Apostolic Christian Church,  Steve, an Officer and Gentlemen during the Vietnam conflict, an activist and pillar of his community.  With the passing of time, an ominous cloud forming, a metamorphosis progressing, a subtle fissure was apparent in their propinquity.  The  Murrow family members beginning to have a growing concern, confiding surreptitiously of laden aspersions, arising and casting speculation.   Gary overhearing Ester Terry’s chronicle of Gayle’s articulated acquaintance with her photography store employer and their overnight business trips.  Gayles insatiable desire for extravagant furnishing to attain status,  Steve relating to Esther’s husband Charles, Gayle was about to bankrupt them with her excessive ambition.

Steve Robb

Steve Robb

The family and public suddenly made aware of  a new development, one of unbelievable consequence, a catastrophic disclosure, Steve having abruptly submitting his resignation as a prestigious bank loan officer.   The bank and newspaper publicly disclosing allegations of improprieties concerning the United Way Charity account, an implication adding to the distress of the Robb conjugation.  Gary discerning that during this time of turmoil was an unattended situation that addled Jeanette, a separation from her husband Robert Tice and loss of the custody of her two young boys Logan and Cody.  This  unconstrained turmoil finding Jeanette frequenting latitudes with some unseemly acquaintances, eventually culminating in the fatal automobile accident.   The whole specter of the unmitigated plight that addressing the Robb family, its once quintessential pedestal of endowed prestige having waned with it deliquesce.  The final outcome, disillusionment,  the conceptualized perfect family realizing imperfections.

Gary’s respect for Steve Robb remaining immeasurable,  Steve’s alleged improprieties were acquiesce, his motive honorable, his retribution was reputable, his creed remaining intact, but the addendum was never worthy of his sacrifice.   Gary reasoned, the road of life reveals itself as it is traveled, each turn in the road a revelation, however the future remains hidden.

Like Minded Amway Family…#230 (the 90’s)

March 18, 2016
Jim and Marcia McAnarney - Amway Diamonds

Jim and Marcia McAnarney – Amway Diamonds

The door bell sounded at 602 North Springfield Ave,  Gary answering the summons,  the person inquiring was Doctor Donald Ransom,  a familiar acquaintance from Jan and Gary’s servitude at the Anthony  and Kiowa  hospitals.   Doctor Don as he was referred to,  a surgeon providing his expertise at several medical facilities within a fortuitous radius of his Medicine Lodge Kansas home.   Don presenting a joint business venture to the Willson’s,  an opportunity to join him and his wife Barbara in his newly discovery of a business opportunity called Amway.   Gary and Jan having been surreptitiously introduced to a Amway proposal earlier by  a nursing friend of Jan’s in Wakita , the couple accepting an invitation to journey to the  town south of Anthony.  The gatherings purpose not fabricated until the beginning of the presentation,  Gary finding little interest in the endeavor but the host and the others in attendance were very congenial as were the snacks provided.   Dr. Don’s marketing presentation was more meaningful, his professional integrity giving gravity to the Amway organization.   Gary very much impressed with the doctors enlightened  presentation, realization that as an Amway Distributor you didn’t sell merchandize but purchased the quality Amway products for your own use,  the financial benefit coming from a commensurate of establishing other to do likewise,  the corporation being structured as a motivational continuity,  each distributor encouraged to enroll others and for them to do likewise.   The organizational chart providing point values,  with designated levels with names such as Diamond,  Emerald,  Ruby,  Platinum,  Gold,  Silver,  all dependent on the quantity of your group and the volume of merchandize that you and your sponsored representative distributed.

Dr. Don Ransom and wife Barbara

Dr. Don Ransom and wife Barbara

Gary and Jan acknowledged on Stage

The couple deciding to bond with Doctor Ransom and his wife Barbara as their up-line sponsor in the Amway enterprise,  discovering when attending their first meeting  at Century II in Wichita a host of professionals, doctors, attorneys, business owners, all well dressed,  with pad and pencil taking notes from a renown motivational speaker.  The Amway group being mastered by a Diamond family residing in Wichita,  Jim and Marcia McAnarney, Dr. Don’s immediate upline being a respected plumbing supply distributor Earl Carra and his wife Rhonda.   Gary although agreeing with the premise of the  endeavor was not immediately  receptive,  somewhat reluctant for a total commitment,  but Jan’s vigor was respected,  a suspicion that her ambition as a nurse and being engaged in a business venture with a physician was a profession attribute.

A congratulations for attainment

Acceptance fulfilled

Gary acquiring enthusiasm for  the indicative program, beginning  the undertaking of discerning and sponsoring acquaintances whom he thought would have an understanding and conception of the benefits and opportunities of the Amway program.   Dr. Don joining Gary in his solicitation of Amway downline participants,  with tripod and diagrams,  and the Doctor’s presence,  his regal descriptive message acquiring prestige and plaudits to the program.   Gary discovering that once a new distributor applicant attended a larger Amway function,   the cognizance of the inception would be recognized,  not as a convenience but one that could be fabricated as an income multiplying asset with unlimited potential and recognizable by the distinguished  presence of the Diamonds,  Emerald and Ruby level  members in attendance.

Dr. Ransom,  his wife Barbara,  their Chevrolet Suburban journeying south to Interstate 40,  Gary and Jan,  two of the six consigned to the conveyance, the group’s destination, Albuquerque New Mexico,  a baronial Amway weekend symposium at the Kiva Convention Center.   The convention center providing seating for 6000, more than adequate for the joint venture of Jim and Marcia’s McAnarney,  WIN (World Information Network) organization, a Wichita based group having diverged from The Flying Eagles,  a larger Amway group from Kansas,  Oklahoma and New Mexico, both groups in attendance.  The stellar groups almost filling the hall,  the Willson’s seated taking notice,  instead of the accustomed motivational speaker colloquy, the host introducing a different format,  a movie screen being lowered,  the full length Hollywood production of the 1993 film “Rudy” starring Sean Astin.   With the movies  conclusion, the lights coming up,  to awe of those in attendance,  the host announcing, “Ladies and gentlemen, Rudy Ruettiger” and from behind the curtain the real life person whom the film depicted appeared on stage.

Rudy Ruettiger and Sean Astin

Rudy Ruettiger and Sean Astin

Paul Revere and the Raiders

The afternoon convocation of Rudy Ruettiger energizing,  Rudy behind the podium exhibiting  motivational presentation to a stunned audience.  The afternoon program concluding, Gary inquisitive as to what the evening would instill that could crest the accolade of the afternoon’s  event.   The even hour motivational palaver beginning,  the unannounced entertainment to  follow,  the stage curtain remained closed.   The education portion fulfilled, the curtains drawn, a very recognizable renown band on stage,  Paul Revere and the Raiders,  a celebrated rock’n’roll group,  apropos to the age of much of the audience.    The experience of the Albuquerque,  the journey to and from Kansas a memorable perspicacity to those who indulge in the contentedness of Amway’s incentives and its projectoral motivation of achievement.  Gary discovering the Amway association having opened a new social perspective to community of people whose ideals, morality and principles were transcendent.

Gary on Sea Doo wave runner

Gary on Sea Doo wave runner

Dr. Don Ransom and Family

Dr. Don Ransom and Family

Jim McAnarney our host

Jim McAnarney our host

Jim and Marcia McAnarney having procured a 50 acre lake near the intersection of Interstate 235 and Highway 42,  within the city limits of Wichita for the expressed purpose as recreational reward to those who were adjuvant in the Amway avocation.   An invitation extended to a small number of distributors in recognition of ongoing achievements, Gary‘s certainty in building a distributor association having significantly increased,  an invitation bestowed to the Willsons and Ransoms and their young children.     The lake and its accessories of motorized water accouterments, including boats,  Yamaha Wave Runners and Ski-Doo jet skis providing an afternoon of enlightenment.   The invited quests provided a late afternoon meal in the boat house lodge,   followed by a business program in the residency adjoining the lodge.

Hello Joyland

Hello Joyland

Jan and Robert - Wichita's Joyland

Jan and Robert – Wichita’s Joyland

The McAnarney providing many incentives to their down-line distributors,  with a continual recognition and acknowledgement of the family involved enterprise,  leasing Wichita’s Joyland Amusement Park for the expressed afternoon use of by the family members of the WIN organization.  Gary,  Jan,  Robert and Sandra spending the day,  Robert preferring the 2600 ft. long,  80 ft. high roller coaster and enjoying many of the 24 complimentary rides.  The several hundred in attendance,  almost all familiar faces,  Gary finding an aura of harmony among the group,  a sense of a concordance,  a like minded Amway family of marketeers.

A Celebrated Assemblage……#231 (the 90’s)

March 16, 2016

Darryl Starbird Exposition

The point of exaltation was Wichita,  Robert and his Dad projecting a designation in the Chevrolet Blazer to The Darryl StarBird Rod and Custom show featured in the exhibition hall of the Wichita Century II Center.   Both looking forward to the exhibition of outstanding products of the marauding outlandish endeavor that was once an American Idol,  the Hot-Rod.   Gary apropos to the Convention Center,  he and Robert entering the circular expansion and for some unknown reason Dad  misjudged the entrance, instead of the Darryl StarBird exposition entrance, they enter a pavilion and behold a Culinary Arts Exposition.   Row after row of tables laden with divergent culinary cuisine,  an extraordinary presentation of delicacies waiting to be sampled.   Gary noting the eleven o’clock hour,  deciding to preclude their later scheduled lunch, instead  the two gathering a paper plate,  proceeding to gaze with an earnest look but in reality ready to indulge in all the comestible diaphaneity.  Gary and Rob, once their appetency fulfilled, exiting the food pavilion,  acquiring the correct entrance to the Rod and Custom Show.

1940 Ford – the hot rod of choice

Peter Noone

The national touring Rod and Custom Show having been inaugurated in Wichita Kansas,  the Wichita Star Kustom Shop rolling out its first custom car in the late 50’s,  starting an explosion to acquaint the American Public with its proclamation.  Gary as a teenager,  working at the Mountain Blvd Signal Service Station pumping gas having a close association with those whom drove the infamous “raked 40 ford” and recalling his access to ride in the 57 Chevy purchased by Oakland’s Bruce’s Tire Company that won the Pike’s Peak Race,  was more adherent to the display of cars than his son,  but understanding Rob’s coalescence would come with age.   The StarBird presentation wasn’t only automotive,  but included a display of female beauty giving presence and the  vocal entertainment by Peter Noone  noted as Herman from the British Rock Group,  Herman’s Hermits.  The Rock Group having sold over 52 million records,  outselling the Beatles in 1965.  The father, son outings a memorable one, not so much because of Darryl Starbirds Rod and Custom Show or even the miscalculation discovering an outstanding lunch at the Culinary Exposition, but memorable in that father and son shared a time and place together.

Garrett enjoying Labor Day

Chris and Garrett getting a better view

Labor Day in Kiowa Kansas is always a premiere event,  the population of 1100 in the small rural community adjusting to receiving visiting patronage twice it size.   A ritual of a Free Bean feed put on by the chamber of commerce, but mainly administered by the members of the volunteer fire department, including Keith Rathgeber,  Billy Duvall,  Roger Robinson and the other members of the appreciative firefighters.   This annual meal consisting of beans stewed in 3 ft. high kettles, the simmering process starting the night before, served with added condiments of coleslaw, luncheon meat sandwiches and a table of enhancing homemade ice cream donated by the community.  The perpetuated rumor was that there was a palliative beverage additive to the beans,  but just a rumor.   The event sponsored booths displaying goods and works of art exhibited by mostly local entrepreneurs,  their craft wares being illustrated for barter,  but among the presenters were others traversing from as far away as Wichita to flourish their commodities.  Jan, in prior years displaying her ceramic intrepidity, her Stateline Crafts endeavor  having participated in the Labor Day event.   The event was not without a traveling carnival, snow cones, cotton candy,  a Ferris wheel, Merry-go-round and other rides providing the younger set with entertainment.   Chris, Marlo and Gary’s Grandson Garrett spending the weekend in Anthony with the elder Willson’s,  enjoying and making their presence known at the Kiowa Labor Day festivities.

Mud volley ball

Bob Hayes and Bob Cox – community minded people

The Labor day cake walk

The Labor day cake walk

Gary and others recognizing the person who shouldered most of the Labor Day Celebration responsibility,  Bob Hayes,  the owner of the local Gambles Hardware Store, providing organizational credence to the event.   Bob’s full-time service person Bill Duval assisting in the logistics for the numerous public address systems.   Community activities being programmed, an old fashioned tractor pull   with designated participants along its route,  mounting the sled to give it added weight as was done in a previous era.  An ongoing horseshoe contest,  mud-volleyball presentation and the infamous cake-walk,  the cakes being donated by the residence of Kiowa, Gary, his family and his daughter Marlo’s family participating in the events of the day,  a celebrated family assemblage.

Sandra and Garrett

Gary having been introduced to the Kiowa Kansas Labor Day event years earlier in 1974,  making the acquaintance of the then president of the Kiowa Chamber of Commerce, Judy Jantz,  who was frequenting an engagement of The Persuaders Band at Val’s Nitelite Club in Alva Oklahoma.,Judy visiting with Gary about contracting the band to fulfill an engagement for an upcoming Labor Day Celebration.  The presentation,  an evening dance to be held at the City Community Building,  The present day Community building  rebuilt by Gary’s father-in-law Bud Murrow and his  construction crew.  The Labor Day activity as always provided a memorable family event,

True Aspect Of Unity………#232 (the 90’s)

March 14, 2016

Chaparral trumpeter

Gary always pondered the rhetorical posture, does the uniform make the man or the man makes the uniform,  questioning his sons appetency for a new trumpet,  Robert displaying pride in the acquisition and his participation with the Chaparral High School Band,  the family expending an exuberant auriferous amount for the unique trumpet to fulfill their son’s quest.   The elder Willson having spent his earlier years in the music profession,  discerning that his son was not a enliven musician,  differentiating between those who could accomplish the playing of music and those who instilled an over whelming amorousness euphoric desire  within..  Gary apprehending that most younger music instrumentalist were rapt in the arts basic structure,  having never witnessing his son projecting a vision of musical affection in the confines of the home or verbally according a musical endeavor.   Like most reaches in life,  there were two types of music visionaries,  those who impassioned an inner venerate for music and those who replicated it, extricating only the notes of presentation.   It was apparent, Rob’s ambition was an absolute perfection of reflecting the written score,  not inherent from within,  but a pensiveness of his desire to replicate its calling and ameliorate both the music and his stature.

Anthony vs Conway Springs

Anthony vs Conway Springs

The fall evening temperature having peaked at 60 degrees,  the stands beginning to fill for Chaparral Roadrunners football,  the elder Willson’s seated,   Gary an avid high school football fan, never missing a Roadrunner home game,  Robert also present as a member of the  High School band.  The contest between the Conway Springs Cardinals and the Roadrunners getting underway,  it was subtle but noticeable, the  wind having shifted,  no longer traversing from the southern direction of Oklahoma, but increasing in velocity out of the north and with it a marked descending change in the temperature.   Halftime at the football arena also found  an aura of change,  the once mild humid evening now in transition,  the temperature having dropped 30 degrees with the brisk north wind.  The engulfed assemblage of fans discovering they were not suitably attired for the abrupt change in the weather began a departure, the stands once filled with supporters were rapidly being vacated.   Gary noting the remnants of fans after the mass exit was sparse, it was apparent that most of  those remaining were loyal  family members of the football team and the insuperable band, he determining  sadly  the winner of game was the weather.

The Chaparral High School Band on parade in Hutchinson

Listen to the music

It was Band Day at the Kansas State Fair in Hutchinson, the Chaparral Band traversing by bus to march in the annual  parade,  one of many high school bands invited to compete in this astounding presentation.  Gary and Jan having digressed from their labors to be  present, lining North Main Street with a host of other parents and spectators.   Standing curbside, the ambiance of the marching bands passing in review, all in attendance experiencing a proud moment,  watching the schools and the uniformed youth on parade.  The approach of the Chaparral band Gary sensing a communion with each of the marching musicians, a chill of recognition, acknowledging land sharing their accomplishment.   The marching exposition coming to a conclusion, the statewide assembly of bands venturing to an admission free State Fair, the realm of the midway and carnival rides calling.   Gary visiting with his son about his return to Anthony,  asking if he would rather ride back with them, or remain with the band and return on the bus.  The question was a mute, questioning a teenager whether he would rather sit in the back seat of a car, or share a ride in a bus filled with excited teenagers.

Kansas State Fair

Red Skelton – an American Icon

The  State Fair was a annual event for Gary’s in-laws  Bud and Helen Murrow,  transporting their 35 ft. 5th wheel RV, taking advantage of the fairgrounds designated hook-up area and spend the most part of a week taking in the vast array of the fair.  The Murrow’s shelter convenience reverence was virtuous, the September weather always providing a variety from cool rain to summer heat, visiting family members according a place of refuge from the weather,  a way-stop from the continuous activity of the fair.  The highlight was always attending the grandstand concert appearance of  a nationally celebrated performers, to his astonishment in 1988 Gary succeeding in fulfilling a life-long longing the fair hosting an epitome of Americana, the one and only Red Skelton.

Two beauty’s

home grown

A State Fair funnel cake

A State Fair funnel cake

Hutchinson Kansas State Fair train

Hutchinson Kansas State Fair train

The state fair also provided another but  continuous star attraction,  the fairgrounds culinary exponents, upon arrival its presences experienced by  an overwhelming aroma adjacent to the Midway.   The bouquet of offerings included not only  blooming onions,  funnel cakes but  a paradise of international and culinary splendor resonating throughout and encompassing the ornamental sphere of the fairgrounds.   A given,  mounting the circular miniature train that traversed the total fairground arena,  enabling one to view the location of most of the commercial exhibits in the pavilion acreage.   This commerce display from the Kansas opportunist, hawking their boats, trailers, tractors and other merchandise and an organized presentation of entrepreneurship from the local merchants.  The agricultural building giving presentation to the competitive livestock,  awards being accorded to individuals and their entry’s,  row upon row of corporeal stock,  from poultry,  bovine,  lamb to swine,  a splendid exhibition with the youth of the rural farming community showcasing their beloved husbandry.   Another presentation,  the commodity building housing all the fruits of labor from the Arcadian individuals, the moms,  pops and grandmothers,  their jams and jelly’s,  the homemade condiments from the rural households of the planar plains of Kansas giving a presence to their ubiquity.   The pavilion of home-grown fruit and vegetables demonstrating an element of rural life, Gary recognizing the Kansas State Fair was an open opportunity for all to coalesce with the meaning of America,  the true aspect of unity,  a reservation of equanimity where like-minded people can assemble in concert.

Stay Off The High Ridges…….#233 (The 90’s)

March 12, 2016
Hospital Administrator Buck McKinney

Hospital Administrator Buck McKinney

Gary having reason to question the aptness of  hospital administrator Buck McKinney, espousing from past experience having worked  with remarkable administrative representatives as  Glen Piper, Jay Jolly and stanch businessman Steve Miller. Gary’s suspicion provoked by McKinney’s accession as Ambulance Director and after failing the State EMT Certification CPR Exam in Wichita,  Buck driving to Topeka to complain to the State EMS Director,  that the person in charge of the CPR testing was in error for failing a Hospital Administrator.   His status as Ambulance Director and  EMT was in name only,  never an active participant on a run and the Directors duties being  performed  the Director of Nursing the incomparable Sharon Ragan .    During the annual Ambulance State Certification Inspection,  the Surveyor finding the Kiowa ambulance lacking the required written protocols for the ambulance service.  Gary obtaining a precedent from Medicine Lodge,  meeting with Kevin White the Medicine Lodge Hospital Administrator and  Medicine Lodge Ambulance Director.    Medicine Lodge providing  their modus operandi as a template, Gary adapting them for a Type B Service in protocol form to fulfill the states compliance requirements for the Kiowa type B ambulance service, Buck expressing that because of his diligence the ambulance was in compliance.

Norma Jacobs Kiowa Clinic Business Manager

Norma Jacobs Kiowa Clinic Business Manager

Gary as a member of the Kansas Hospital Engineers Association was elected as one of six, to the Board of Directors of the KHEA representing South Central Kansas District 3 which included Wichita,  accepting the added responsibility as treasurer and editor of KHEA monthly newsletter.    The Kiowa Hospital an adherent member of the engineers parent organization, the Kansas Hospital Association),  never substantiated,  McKinney  blatantly boasted  that even though the hospital was a member, he had never attended or participated in any of the KHA seminars or professional presentations throughout the years of his hospital administrative position.  It was a given within the confines of the hospital when the subject of education arose, McKinney would espoused a MBA ,  although being forthright never actually declaring a degree,  just that he had completed the studies at the University of Minnesota by correspondence, his office walls barren of any declaration.  Gail Lindley the purchasing director goodheartedly mentioning that it was rumored  Norma Jacobs,  the Clinic Business Manager was probably responsible for fulfilling  the college studies for him. .

Ingresol Rand Vacuum System

Ingersoll Rand Vacuum System

It wasn’t a typical morning at the Hospital  but that was to be expected with the arrival of  Doctor Ransom and  a scheduled laparoscopic gallbladder surgery.    The surgery underway,  Gary going to the basement which domiciled the vacuum system that provided suction to the hospital  surgical outlets and to confirm the performance of the two Ingersoll Rand Vacuum Pumps.   Gary noticing that something didn’t sound right, the number-one pump motor’s RPM seemed slower than normal.   The motors diminishing  RPM  becoming a concern, its declination giving a presence of disquietude.   The alternating second pump’s Hg gauge registering correctly, (vacuum is measured in inches of mercury) but he could tell by the sound that motors didn’t sound right too.    Gary calling surgery giving word that there may be a problem developing with the vacuum system  and a possibility they may have to switch to the backup  portable pumps.   Sharon Ragan,  the surgery nurse giving notice to  Dr. Ransom but coming back saying  it was unacceptable,  he needed the higher  PSI of the main vacuum system.

Gary observing an unreal situation, with the number one motor’s rpm’s decline and now a question about number two,  It was decision time, on the phone to Humphrey Implement the only place in Kiowa that might have a motor, Gary explaining the situation to Roger Robinson, asking if he could check if they had  a 120/230 volt, 1320 RPM motor with a 5/8 inch shaft or a reasonable facsimile, Roger affirming they did and was on his way.  Gary began removing the now inoperable motor and its belt pulley,  Roger’s arriving with a replacement motor.   The  motor having been replaced none to soon as the remaining second  motor began a final failure slowing down mode,  placing a call upstairs that the problem was temporarily solved and the  system would remain online,  knowing that Doctor Ransom could now breathe with a sigh of release.   The question remaining, the reason for the motors failure,  the explanation coming from the city engineer,   during the night,  the town experienced  low voltage on a leg of the three-phase current for several hours, inflicting a  “brown out”,  a test meter determining that it was the   ‘run capacitors’  on the motors that were damaged running on the low voltage.       The electrical brown-out caused  a concern, Gary suggesting it would be nice if the city would notify the hospital when an overnight power failures occurred, but his request was never acknowledged.

Gary recalling an apropos  quote from a Louis L’Amour western novel expounded by his father,  “ride low in the saddle,  stay off the high ridges,  you’re riding in a dead man’s seat”,  the verse’s implication imparting a means for a person to cloak their ineptness.