Tuesday, January 23, 2024

Latest Obsession


The fastest growing sport in the country, Pickleball has become my latest obsession.  Having played hours of racetball with Diana Carlson back at the Ottawa YMCA, the translation into pickleball wasn't too tough.  I started the second week in November and recently kept up with the Big Dogs on the court!  It's addictive, it's fun, it's social, and it's a good workout.  The only downside is that I really do not have time and certainly will not have time come summer. 

Of course, I realize it is only I who make these decisions on how I spend my day.  Now over a year into retirement, it has occured to my daft mind that I am now living the BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE!  My audiance of bread lovers would be crushed if I put aside bread making to play pickleball.  I love my garden and greenhouse and must plant in the dirt.  There isn't much I really want to give up!  Living the full life and loving it! 

Our trip to New Orleans started off with an ominious beginning at 3am the morning we crawled out of bed to get up to Jackson for our 7am flight.  As I turned off my clock alarm, there it was, a message saying, "your flight has been cancelled."  After some phone calls, we were rebooked and arrived at the New Orleans Marriot - right in the heart of the city - at 1am.  I was able to deliver my two presentations the next day to nice crowds of interested people.  

My favorite part of the trip was happening upon this marching band practising in a parking lot down by the river.  Watch the video and turn up the sound!  They were awesome!! 


We had a great visit with nephew Taylor, his lovely wife MC, and their cute creation, Buck!  A delicious jumbalia and guacamoli I shall try to recreate, we were so happy we could hang! 



Walking around this historic town was very nice, given good weather and a New Orleans kind of ambiance.  It was nice to be so close to so many historic places. 





This last picture is from a cafe stop for beignets; those powder sugar coated fried puffs of deliciousness!  

Of course, winter decided to arrive when we left.  Thanks to our awesome care-taker Sammi, all was in order and good shape upon our return!  

It's been warm here and the snow is sloppy and settling.  I checked bees yesterday and both hives by the house are alive and buzzing.  The horses chomp on hay, bored and well-fed.  

Mike is taking the dogs for a walk - I've got a pickleball game to play!!  


Thursday, January 4, 2024

Letter to the Editor

Seven or eight years ago, as Chief Willy was signaling that his days as chief were numbered, I decided I wanted to be the next Chief of Jackson Hole Fire/EMS.  If there was a town in Wyoming that could embrace a woman fire chief, it would be Jackson Hole.  

To prepare, I started an intense reading effort on every leadership book I could find.  My days as a battalion chief and fire marshal were long days and by the time I rolled into my Hoback home there was never time for reading so I got a subscription to Audible books, a "free" credit every month.  I would play my books driving back and forth to inspections, north to Moran when I was their battalion chief (BC) liaison, then west when I transistioned to the Station 2 and Station 6 BC liaison, and then on the drive south, homeward bound.  To this day, I cannot discern which was the more odious drive; the 28 miles north to Moran in the summer or the 7 miles to Wilson on the crowded, backed up two lane highway to Wilson.  Both routes always yeilded copious amounts of reading time. 

As I ticked through the plethera of leadership titles, I learned many things and began to see similarities in books.  These similarities, I knew, were the blocks to the foundation of good leadership.  Take care of your people, be a good listener, be empathtic, insist on integrity, be accountable, be confident, be humble.  

There were two weeks before the deadline for application.  I had filled out the application and I knew my strengths and my weaknesses.  But as the days ticked closer, I realized I loved the job I had so much, I just really didn't want to leave it.  My application was not get submitted. 

And for the next five years, I had the privelage to serve under the best fire chief of all, Chief Brady Hansen.  Chief Hansen understood he didn't know much about my job as fire marshal and he told me as much.  We would meet once a week (when he remembered) and I'd fill him in on things I thought important, he would do the same.  Chief Hansen gave me free reign to run the Prevention Bureau and be a battalion chief the way I thought it best served the community.  He encouraged continuing education and memberships into national organizations.  He taught me so many good leadership skills. 

The day would come when I would understand he would be leaving at his five year mark which was just after my 20 year anniversary of being in the fire service.  After careful consideration, my early retirement was planned for May 2022 with Chief Hansen's retirement later that October. 

Today, Jackson Hole Fire/EMS is under the reign of what will certainly go down in organizational history as the most wretched leader the organization has ever had to suffer.  Aggressive, confrontational, bully, and vile are descritive words of his leadership style.  None of the books I read provided these words as leadership building blocks. 

Many in the organization remark at my good timing to getting out.  I would not have lasted a month under this type of tyranny.  You would have seen the orange glow of that bridge burning from way up in Moran.

If I were Chief, I would lead with three priorities.  The number one priority would be serving the community.  Everything we would do would have to pass the "does this serve the community" question first.  When responders complain about being split up into groups of two at two stations rather than one group of four at one station, they would know the right answer by how each answer best serves the community.  All know that taking a rescue truck out of service, selling it for pennies on the dollar, does not serve the community and stands as one of the most heinous acts this Chief has mindlessly succeeded at while yanking away a valuable resource from the people in south Teton County. 

The second priority on my list would be taking care of our people.  All people; the operational staff, the volunteer cadre, the administration staff, fleet maintenance, the prevention bureau.  Each of these groups have different needs and no one has spent much time listening to their needs.  A recent administration office upheaval is yet another act of the sword from the current chief.  Moving everyone's cheese is not a great leadership act. 

The third priority would be fiscal responsibility with this community's tax payer dollars.  Most staff recently received overdue raises.  Most but not all.  Again, taking care of everyone is of paramount importance.  Selling a quarter million dollar functionable rescue truck for pennies on the dollar is hardly fiscally responsible.  Sending no representation to the many state wide meetings, to the Fallen Firefighter memorial, to train, to build relationships - although it takes finances to make these things happen, it is hardly fiscally responsible to not spend that money for these priceless investments in training and relationship building.

There are good leaders and there are bad leaders.  My heart goes out to everyone at Jackson Hole Fire/EMS while they try to do their job under a heartless, angry, vindictive, bully.  There have been some good changes under his sword but the price everyone is paying is far too high.  I admire the tenacity of those who choose to stay.  To endure the threats, the fear, the negativity, to have to pick up your office space and get crammed into a new and smaller space - they hold on because they know the importance of their job, they know how they can help in an emergency and they know they can prevent tragedies.  These are the true heros of this community; no matter what job title they fulfill.  Their stress and anxiety is real and I hope their wait-time is short. 

Running into a fire, working a car crash on icy roads, and wondering if a crawl space is filled with live gas are easy tasks compared to what we are asking of everyone now at Jackson Hole Fire/EMS.  Take care of yourselves, take care of each other.  You are in a low frequency/high risk moment in the department's history.  

Take care.  

Take care.  


  


 



 



   

Tuesday, January 2, 2024

Raw Milk

Gerald Warden stands at least 6 foot, two inches tall.  Maybe even taller.  His insulated one piece coveralls were unzipped down to his waist the last time I saw him in the tiny Freedom post office.  Suspenders held up the hidden pants underneath and provided more vertical extension to his lofty frame.  His muck boots propped up the bottom of the unzipped insulated legs, the boots covered in muck.  

Gerald is somewhat of what I'd call a hayseed-type of guy.  This day, he was a good two days since shaven, allowing one to ponder that it had been that long since he had bathed as his black mop of hair looked as greasy as the lenses in his thick, much-scratched glasses.  Gerald is always smiling and always talking.  He will talk to you for hours if you give him the time. 

Gerald milks cows.  The black and white cows, lumbering in for their morning milking, teats swollen, milk sacks hanging full.  This last week in August had been rainy all week and the girls lumbered in to the milk house through mud, sinking up to the first joint of their legs.  

Milking cows is not easy work.  It may been deemed one of the most difficult ways to make a living, if one leaves out coal mining and picking cotton.  There are no sick days, no vacation days, no days off.  When a cow needs milked, she needs milked every day and she is on a schedule.

Gerald sells his milk to a local farmer's market.  Raw milk has beneficial qualities, good bacteria and a delicious taste, unlike any store bought milk.  The glass jar filled with the lovely white liquid sports a lofty head of cream.  If you are careful when you open and pour that first couple of cups, you will enjoy the fatty deliciousness of fresh cream.  

Unfortunatley, Gerald had a batch of milk that was contaminated with the bacteria E. coli that week of late August.  He, and the many other dairy farmers in Star Valley Wyoming, rarely tested their milk.  The facts are unknown to me other than Gerald's milk made some children and an adult very ill.  Some of the children spent days in the hospital.  All survived. 

But Gerald's contaminated milk has made all of us who are part of a community providing farm products for others to enjoy to take pause and contemplate our risks we take selling to the community. 

Mike and I love raw milk.  We buy from a farm south of our place, about a 15 mile drive along the Salt River, by the turn near the stinking springs, through a pastoral countryside that makes you want to whistle a measure of two of Beethoven's Sixth Symphony (the Pastoral Symphany).  One turns into the dairy farm to drive up to a muddy corral with grand Jersey cows, muching away, filling their milk bags for tomorrow's milking.  At the end of the graveled potholed drive, sits the milk house.  Open the door to the smell of chlorox.  This is what sold me on her milk.  This and the delicious liquid filling the clear glass jars.  A half gallon glass jar filled with whole, raw milk costs $2.  The milk lady happily takes Venmo.  Please return your jars.  We take the risk and enjoy a gallon a week of fresh, raw milk. 

People like Gerald are protected under the Wyoming Free Food Act, but rumor is, Gerald is getting sued.  There are plenty of litigious lawyers sitting in Jackson Hole Wyoming just tapping their fingers on their solid walnut desks waiting for something to do.  It has un-nerved an entire community of dairy farmers, cheese makers, bread bakers, soup creaters, and others who contribute their talent and time to build quality products for those willing to pay a bit more for something local, something real. 

Last year, I baked a myriad of sour dough bread, rolled balls of sour pizza dough, simmered pots of glorious fruit jams, fermented jars of delicious sauerkraut, and picked parsley leaves off of stems to make fresh chimichuri, all of which customers bought up in minutes.  Most of my offerings were sold out within a half hour of being posted online.  As a provider, this was very rewarding and satisfying to be, well, so popular!  People complained there should be a limit to how many loaves others could buy of my bread so more could enjoy the crusty loaves of sourdough.  My little home creations brought in over $7K last year, which helps pay for the ingredients and some fun things. 

But now, I take pause.  Gerald is a warning call for the rest of us to hear.  There are rules and I am a rule-follower.  Even with rules, things can go bad quickly when dealing with a potentially pretentious and often entitled clientele.   

As 2024 launches, I have some decisions to make.