Monthly Archives: April 2006

The Things the Power Company has to Deal With

My sister works out at Strawberry Bay Marina, where she sees all sorts of weird stuff. Mostly dead bodies they pull up out of the reservoir. Sometimes it’s something like this:

I know what you’re saying, “What’s so weird about that Stu?”

Let’s take a closer look shall we?

What the–?! Yes, it’s a deer taking a nap at the top of a power pole. (Don’t tell the kids… it’s actually a dead deer. ssshhhh!)

Notice the train tracks in the first picture? That’s all I’ll say about that. I’ll let you imagine the flying deer, and how it took flight, in your own mind.

Back to 1985

I was on my way to lunch Monday afternoon when I saw the following:

A rare site. I personally have only seen a Delorean perhaps twice before. Once in Seattle (1992) and once on the freeway passing through Sandy (1993). It seems like there was one other time I saw one, but the specifics of that encounter escape me.

By comparison, I’ve seen over a dozen Ferraris (although no McLarens yet) and two Lamborghinis.

So why did it take me until Friday to post this when it was Monday I saw the beasty? Because it took me that long to figure out how to get the picture off my *$#@! camera phone! Which I just realized, nobody ever would have dreamed of such a thing in 1985.

I honestly never thought I’d ever have any use for such a silly device. I mean, a phone that’s also a camera? About as useful as a time machine that’s also a car. What will they think of next?

Influencing My Son’s Career Path

When I was about 3 or 4 years old, somebody gave me a toy jumbo jet. I was hooked. As I grew up I dreamed incessantly of becoming a pilot. To make the dream of flying coincide with my desire to serve in the military, I decided that I would become a military pilot.

Well, without 20/20 vision, that dream was shot down. When I was old enough, I had to make a decision. Go to flight school or join the service. I chose the service. I sometimes think I made the wrong decision, because now I can do neither.

Regardless, my fascination with flying has not yet left me. As such, I often take my children down to the Provo Airport (where my father once bought me a $300 ticket to fly aboard a B-17 bomber!) and let them watch the planes.

There also happens to be a helicopter pilot school right near the airport, so I took my son Ian to see the helicopters today.

Usually we’ll park near the flight deck and just watch the students come in for landings. The helicopters typically come in right over our heads:

After landing, the students often practice a few low altitude manuevers:

After watching for a bit, we were getting ready to leave when an instructor came up to the fence. I walked near him, expecting him to say something like, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t hang out there. It’s a dangerous distraction for our students.”

Instead he said, “If you’d like, you can bring your son back here and get some pictures of him in one of our helicopters.” My response was something like, “HECK YEAH!”

So after giving Ian a few pointers on flying:

He took me for a ride:

Well, since I failed in fulfilling my own dreams, maybe I’ll be able to live them through my children ;)