Overwhelmed with relief? No, not really. Let me tell you why

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We got good news in our house tonight. Our 18-month old had undergone some testing to determine whether or not he was at risk for Neurofibromatosis, a genetic disorder that involves tumors on the nervous system. It can be hereditary or simply a mutation. We were tipped off by some light blotches on his skin, called “cafe au lait” spots, which are linked to neurofibromatosis. The test results came back negative today. Praise the Lord! More prayers answered.

I’m adopted and was born in the 60’s, so even before I ever imagined myself married I worried about the potential of passing some sort of mystery ailment along to my kids. I had no real medical history, and (aside from breaking bones and incurring concussions in various extreme sports) have always been healthy. I inherited the characteristics of my biological parents which were listed in the “history” on record with the adoption agency: tall, thin, blond hair with blue eyes, and striking good looks. Okay, maybe I added the last one. But there was no history of heart, cancer, or mental development problems in either parent’s history. But was there something I might not know about? There was a time when I worried about that.

Through this particular ordeal, however, in which we awaited test results, I have to say that neither my wife nor I were stressed. It is for that reason that I can’t be overwhelmed with relief, and neither can my wife; we were not distraught in the first place. There are plenty of reasons why.

When we were expecting, we prayed. Our prayer was that there wouldn’t be any hereditary surprise from my unknown past. Prayer answered…we have a wonderful little boy. A few months after he was born, our poor little fella developed pneumonia. God saw him through that VERY quickly. Then there was the time I walked into his bedroom at night and couldn’t detect breathing from my cold little son, and had to try very hard to wake him. The doctors put him on a sleep monitor with little electrodes which we called “his wires” for several weeks. Despite several false alarms from the machine in the middle of the night, our little guy little was perfectly fine.

After bonking his head (not very hard) he was doing this thing where his eyes would retain focus, but he’d bob his head a bit. We were scared that he had a concussion or worse, so we took him in. Prayers in the ER were answered: no problems, and he quit doing it shortly thereafter. I’m sure I’ve probably forgotten some things too, unfortunately, but I think you get the point.

Then there’s our little 7 month old. We haven’t had anything scary with him, really…at least not since he was “in the tummy.” My wife was diagnosed early on with a severe case of Placenta Previa, a complication where the placenta forms and attaches below the baby. The problem there is that as the baby grows, its weight presses down on the placenta and can cause a host of severe problems. My wife would have to go on bed rest for months, we’d lose her income and need a caregiver, and there would still be a risk for mom and baby.

We (and many friends and family) prayed relentlessly for a miracle, although the doctors said such a severe situation would not reverse itself. They were wrong. At a followup appointment, tests showed that the condition was completely absent. My wife had a textbook pregnancy, short labor, and perfect delivery of another wonderful little boy! Prayer answered BIG TIME.

(I was just reminded that both times we went to the hospital in labor, we were still under the impression that the baby was breeched. Our first one was a flipper, but had eventually “insisted in standing on his own two feet,” as I put it. Yet in the case of each boy, we found out that they had flipped head down at the last minute and were ready for delivery. Even more prayers answered. We need to keep a journal!)

I love to quote Psalm 66:16 when witnessing or talking about the Bible, but in this case I will give verses 17 through 20 too:

Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what he hath done for my soul.
I cried unto him with my mouth, and he was extolled with my tongue.
If I regard iniquity in my heart, the Lord will not hear me:
But verily God hath heard me; he hath attended to the voice of my prayer.
Blessed be God, which hath not turned away my prayer, nor his mercy from me.

What it comes down to is this: after the way that God has shown himself faithful time and time again in the lives of my boys, I have no excuse for doubting him when trouble comes along. I’m a pretty thick-skulled guy, and often have a hard time letting God get a message through, but the way He has answered pretty much every single prayer I’ve uttered in the life of my boys is undeniable. Yes, I’m quite happy that we got a good result from this test. I can’t say I’m surprised. I certainly can’t say that it relieved any overwhelming fear or anxiety. As the Bible says in Philippians 4:6-7,

Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

I just thank God for giving me the faith to trust in Him through what could be a scary ordeal, especially for a guy who worried about just such a situation for most of his adult life. I’ve felt that peace that passeth all understanding. I will declare what he has done for me and my beautiful family. Amen.

Sunday night’s all right for setting

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I didn’t see much more sunset than this, as thick clouds rolled in along the horizon. That left me no alternative but to go get some wings with a friend from Reno. Some days I think that it’s too cliche’ to take photos of the capitol, since I’ve done so much of it, but then there comes a unique opportunity like this one from last night.

Well, guess who flew out of the nest today…

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It is with great joy that I discovered an empty nest when I came home from work today. The four baby robins that were nesting above one of my motion sensor lights are out and about! In fact, I don’t know if they even return to the nest at this point. They’re all feet, have dull colors as natural camouflage, and are still being tutored on flying and pecking for their own food…but they’re out of the nest.

They still have those little white tufts of downy feathers and that downward tilt to their beak that makes them resemble grumpy old men! I spotted two of these little birdies but haven’t walked around enough to find the other two. We have so many trees here that I might never find them. I was going to mow the lawn tomorrow, but get to put that off so I don’t mistakenly find one with the mower.

Well, the nesting part of this story was a huge success. I’m glad I climbed up and took photos of their parents feeding them when I did; that time came and went pretty quickly! As a parent myself, I know just how that goes. At the moment we’re transferring videotapes of our little boys to DVD and it’s amazing to watch videos of PJ from only a year and a half ago, when he was a newborn. I don’t even want to think of what it’ll be like when our two boys leave the nest! I’m told that time is coming faster than we think.

Iron Eagle

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I was reminded of this statue when I saw that the movie Iron Eagle was on satellite a few days ago…you know, the one where the American fighter jets apparently carry five million rounds of ammo and ten thousand missiles? At least it seems that way, because they never seem to run out. Anyway, I digress. The last time I took any pictures of this big eagle, the weather wasn’t as nice and I didn’t have a wide enough lens. Both of those were remedied yesterday, so I climbed around for a few different angles. Given the position of the sun and the fact that I had errands to run, this one turned out to be my favorite. A little later in the day, a photo from beneath the eagle would be really cool. Another time, perhaps.

This statue is 20 years old this year. Although Eagles Park has been around seemingly forever, it’s interesting to note that the statue that features so prominently (even from Washington Street a block away) is a relatively new fixture.

This is one act that really bombed

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I took some time this week to visit the B-17 bomber that was parked near Executive Air for the better part of the work week. It’s cool to see such a piece of history, especially since it’s a piece of technology and military hardware at the same time. As usual, I took a lot of photos…but, in an unusual move, I’m actually going to post a large number of them right away instead of saying I’ll do it later! Have a great weekend.

It wouldn’t be a truly nostalgic WW2 era plane without some 1930’s – shaped woman painted on the side. I couldn’t help but think of the old 1980s video game “B-17 Bomber” on the Mattel Intellivision game console. A friend of mine had that game and the expensive Speech Synthesis module, which allowed many of its games to “talk. B-17 Bomber was one such game. Thanks to the Internet, you can listen to the introductory sound from that game by clicking here (mp3 format).

What a big machine, don’t you think? When the news of possible hail or a tornado came in last night, this plane was moved into the BP hangar on site. It barely fit; it had to be rolled in by hand, with four guys on each wheel to move its weight, and its gun almost touched the hangar doors once closed. There were “little planes” tucked under each wing as well, but the mighty Flying Fortress fit. Say that three times fast.

Payload. One of the types of bombs dropped by these planes was called a Thunderbug. That’s just one of the fun nicknames that military folks came up with for various hardware and ordinance, and it shows they have a sense of humor. These obviously aren’t real, otherwise I’d be trying to strap one onto my motorcycle for use on a tailgater! Now let’s take a walk through this majestic aircraft…

This is the forward gun turret. Note the picture of someone’s lady on the left side wall. This would be a pretty crazy place to be when the fighting got hectic! I can’t even imagine. I think the fella who did the calculations for the bomb trajectories was located up here as well as the forward gunners.

This is the cockpit, one of the few places with windows that don’t have a gun sticking out of them. It must be a challenge to taxi a “tail-dragger” aircraft like this one…in fact, a friend of mine was near an accident at Oshkosh a few years ago where a little plane cut in front of a big plane on the tarmac. The propeller of the big plane sliced right through the little one. Messy. The pilots of planes like this have to zig-zag when they taxi so they can look out the side windows; the front windows point at the sky until they take off.

The bomb bay with doors open. That rail down the middle is the “walkway” for the plane’s crew. It’s about six inches wide. I had fun sneaking through there with my camera bag! It would be best to be skinny to be on a B-17 crew. I had that part covered, but then I decided to lug my gear with me.

This is where the radio operator sat, and there are a couple of jump seats as well. It’s pretty amazing to see how many crew positions are actually on this aircraft. I may have to hunt down a book about these guys…

I would have thought there’d be more bomb space and less crew space, but I really don’t know much about aircraft. Here you can see side guns as well as bunks for crew members, who I suppose rotated resting periods. This photo is somewhat out of sequence as it was taken from the rear of the aircraft, facing forward.

Firepower. The guys manning these guns were responsible for keeping this aircraft safe from enemy fighters. To do so requires some big guns, and there are big guns all over the B-17.

For $425 or so, you can take a ride on this plane, and even sit up in the nose turret. For $425, I think they should make these guns operational. Now that would be worth running to an ATM!

The aforementioned bunks. At the end of the fuselage is where the rear landing gear is stowed, and of course another gun position.

Thus endeth the tour. This was truly an amazing way to spend my lunch hour. It’s one thing to leisurely poke around this aircraft, looking at the old technology and trying to grasp a bit of history. It would have been another world entirely to dodge German or Japanese AA fire, fend off enemy fighters from a gun turret, and hopefully make it to the intended target and back safely. Oh yeah, and deliver the bomb payload on target. The people who fight for our country are incredible, but I think of World War Two stories and am in total awe.

The plane will have left Bismarck by now, and I’m glad I had the opportunity to see it before it departed. I’m told there will be a B-17 bomber at the Jamestown air show this year, but I’m not sure if it’s this one. I also don’t know if a curious blogger would get the chance to climb around on it with his camera! This may have been my only opportunity to see a piece of aviation history. Thankfully I was able to seize it.

‘Til the Storm Passes By

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I couldn’t help but think of one of my favorite gospel hymns as the clouds rolled past tonight. I was on my way to church when the tornado siren near our house began to blare, so I unloaded the boys and took them back into the house to see what was rolling our way. Thankfully, all the action missed us. Stanton saw three inch hail tonight!

Your tax dollars at work

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I suppose I could have used the title “Where the Sidewalk Ends” for this post, in tribute to my favorite Shel Silverstein book, but I already used that title here. This is also where the sidewalk begins, thanks to your tax dollars. There isn’t anywhere for this sidewalk to go, unless it’s meant to lead people to their untimely demise on the other side of that railing. It’s a good way to go *splat on Memorial Highway (or west Main Avenue, if you prefer” but not an advisable course for the would-be pedestrian.

There’s always the chance that this sidewalk is going to hang a sharp right and connect with the adjacent driveway, whose corner is protruding into the bottom right corner of this photo. In that case, the money is probably coming from somewhere other than the funding from this job, and will have to be done seperately and at greater expense. After all, I’m sure some ADA money went to the little slab you see here, but the sidewalk itself would have to be paid for by other city funds. Ain’t government grand? At least it’s good for an occasional laugh…albeit at our own expense.

Successful nesting

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Apparently these robins didn’t realize that I’d bought a new motion light to match my siding, and decided to build a nest atop the existing one the day I purchased the new one! I’m an animal lover (they’re DELICIOUS!) so I decided to postpone my installation until these proud parents become, quite literally, empty nesters. Besides, the exiting light works just fine anyway. So what if it isn’t white?

Robins tried this routine two years ago in May in the same location, and I posted photos of the mom guarding her nest. Sadly, the robins abandoned the nest unexpectedly, leaving me to simply wonder what had happened and whether they would come back. When they didn’t, I took the nest down and that was the end of it. 2007 didn’t bring any robins to this particular perch, so I was a bit surprised to find them there this spring. Thankfully the results are better, since we have three hungry babies successfully hatched therein!

Dad seems to be a little put out by the sight of me lying on the roof of the addition to our house, camera at the ready. It didn’t stop him completely from bringing home the bacon, but he was plenty nervous. I’m going to give them a lot of space as they raise the little ones, but on occasion I’ll see if I can get any photos of the baby robins’ progress.

Something I noticed while waiting for the elevator at the Capitol

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While standing on the first floor of the state capitol building, I happened to examine the detail of the elevator’s outer doors. This is the top set of stampings; more of them run along the edge of the doors where they meet.

Yes, “we” were once at war with the indigenous people of this land…that’s part of our history. Likewise, they were occasionally at war with each other, and I’m quite certain that everyone in the USA comes from a race or nationality that was run roughshod over by an invading army at one time or another. That’s just the way history has played out.

I’ve interviewed Native American soldiers who served in the US Army during Korea and later wars. While many of them still carry around a lot of angst over the history of our various peoples, they were still willing to fight and die for this land as it currently stands. Take, for instance, the Standing Rock color guard I mentioned earlier. I was proud to see them standing at the memorial services last Memorial Day. Was it because of their skin color or race? No. Was it some sort of “white guilt” or a wave of political correctness whelming my soul? No. It was pride in these fellas who are actually members of a “nation within a nation” as it were.

While I recognize that the tribes are sovereign, I have to admit I’m confused as to what that means at the bottom line. Regardless, these men served on our behalf. Sure, there are still individuals harboring prejudice against each other’s race…but I still say we’ve come a long way from the days depicted on those elevator doors. The USA still has some promises to keep, but I’d rather face the hurdles with optimism rather than bitterness. Easy for a white guy to say, sure…but I still just see people as people. If all we ever did was hate anyone whose ancestors wronged our ancestors, you couldn’t find two people in this world to get along. I prefer healing.

The most popular 55 year old at Buggies ‘n’ Blues

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This is ‘Vette Number Three, if I remember correctly…the oldest Corvette in existence. Who better to own it than Corvette enthusiast Dave Ressler? I wonder if it resides at his Corvette Museum on east First Street.

I was excited to see this car, although I must say that I prefer the new Corvettes to the old. A friend of mine used to let me drive his ’64 Stingray convertible a lot, and that was nice because the car is such a classic, but the new ones are bristling with technology and far outperform the originals. It’s like comparing old and new Star Trek or old and new Van Halen…classic hot rods and modern sports cars are two different animals entirely.

I took a lot of pics during my walk around Buggies ‘n’ Blues, but haven’t had time to go through them. They may show up around here sometime down the road. I did see Governor Hoeven and his wife perusing the rows of cars, although I doubt he’s as much of a motorhead as his predecessor. I also drove out to the fly-in at the Mandan Airport, but didn’t see anything noteworthy going on out there. I suspect I was too late.

The cool, wet weather has somewhat masked the fact that this is the time of year when lots of really cool outdoor activities take place in North Dakota. According to Too Tall Tom, very warm weather is around the corner. For now I’ll just be thankful for the rain, and enjoy the outdoor stuff in the baking heat when it arrives.