What this has to do with "home repair" has yet to be explained but I
don't expect an acceptable answer.
My opinion of the situation is: The passenger didn't like the
turbulence of the wind so unless you HAD to have the top down for some
vain reason, then you should have put it up and have been considerate
for once OR should have returned her to her originating point and
continued on your way without her. Gawd, its not rocket science.
Anyway, what difference does our opinion make? Apparently driving with
the top up didn't kill you...grow up.
Years ago, I went camping in the mountains of North Carolina with a
friend, his girlfriend, and her 10-year old daughter. On the last
morning, the mother was delirious and delusional and had a temperature
of 102.5 and her daugher 103.5.
My friend said it would go away and he wanted to drive straight back
to Baltimore, get his car and go back to Westchester, NY (a 9 or 10
hour drive) so he could get to work Monday on time. The hospital was
an hour from the campground, but on the way home. He wanted to skip
I insisted they go to the hospital, and I was glad it was MY car.
We were there an hour or two, and the doctor didn't really do
anything, so my "friend" argued that he was right, all the way back to
Baltimore. You'd think a lawyer would know better. And he was mad
at me because since she was HIS girlfriend, he thought that meant he
was in charge of decisions about her.
He'd done other obnoxious things on occasion over the years, but this
was by far the worst and was the end of our friendship.
But was it the end of his relationship with the lady and her kid? Hope
so. Sick girlfriend and sick kid trump getting to work on time, IMHO. I
would have insisted on the hospital stop as well, no matter who owned
the car. What was he doing cutting a weekend trip so close on timing,
any way? If you are gonna be more than a couple hours away, you should
always build in a fudge factor.
I don't think so. At least not soon after. Details below***.
Sure, I would insist, but what could I do? Wrest the steering wheel
out his hands?
I've thought about this since my first post tonight. There were
police at the enntrance to the national forest (which had no
facilities, until the orgnaizers got there a month in advance and
built log and rope bridges over some streams and "kitchens", log
shacks with 3 walls and canvas roofs.) and I did ask the police where
the nearest doctor was. They would have called for the doctor, but he
was an hour away, in the wrong direction, so I said we would go to the
hospital which was an hour in the right direction. The cops had no
objection to that, of course. Now if he were driving and he said he
wouldnt' stop at the hospital, I might well have told the police how
sick they were, and I suppose the police would have insisted we stay
there and wait for the doctor. What other option would they have?
But my friend was always cagey and I think he would have said to me,
before or even as I was talking to the police that he'd take us all to
the hospital, and then when we got near the town, he'd point to the
two of them and say they were doing pretty well and we didn't have to
do that. If he had done that we might have been on a bypass road with
no stoplights, no stop signs for another 20 miles, and no hospital
there and no docors in their offices on Sunday. I'd have to before
we pased that first hospital tell him I was going to testify against
him at his trial for criminally negligent homicide, and the survivor
or heir's lawsuit. But he was so sure they would get better, that
might not have scared him, and waiting until someone is dead or has a
lawsuit isn't my idea of a solution. Maybe I could have told him I'd
complain to police and the bar association, and his employer, an
insurance company, even if everyone recovered, if he didnt' go to the
BTW, I sort of belittled the girl before, but now I remember that she
had health insurance for herself and her daughter, and he knew it. It
didn't cost any money to any of us for him to stop.
BTW, they had shigellosis, and he had it too before we got to
Baltimore, and I had it too by Tuesday. I was okay in a day or two,
no fever afaik. I learned from the CDC that it's caused by bad
sanitation, probably by bad latrine placement, and I think then
drinking out of the streams, or not washing hands and making food.
This group, Rainbow, had been camping on July 4 weekend, and the whole
week before it for some people, and a couple months before it for the
organizers, real diehards, for 15 years and I don't think anytone had
ever gotten sick before, or at least not many. Those years they had
about 10,000 campers, and I forget exactly but 3000 or maybe 6000 got
sick. Pretty amazing, huh, even for 3000.
I must have signed in, and a few weeks later I got a survey form from
the Centers for Disease Control, which I filled out and returned,
asking where I camped, what kitchens I ate from -- they had free food,
nothing fancy, no meat, pancakes maybe, popcorn, bread, potatoes
maybe**. maybe my general health, which was fine. AS they promised,
a few months later they sent me a copy of their report. They didn't
iirc identify any very specific cause, any specific kitchen, at least
not one that I ate at.
**There was also a 14-year old boy walking around in the middle of hte
night offering free mushroom, with blue veins, psychodelic he said. I
don't use any drugs at all, but there was a 10 year old girl who
wanted some. The boy said, You're too young. She said, firmly,
defiantly, I had my first pot when I was 6 and my first acid when I
was 8. The boy said, I think you should wait until your brain is
fully formed before you start to ruin it. I kid you not. I was
just there for the camping!
Wikip: An estimated 18,000 cases of shigellosis occur annually in the
United States. In most cases, the disease resolves within four to
eight days without antibiotics. Severe infections may last three to
The local folks and the national forest service used to try to stop
this camping, back around 1980, but they would sneak in someplace and
they left the place as good as they found it (they would stay after we
all left and tear down the kitchens, remove all the trash and litter,
but leave the bridges.) and eventually they cooperated. This year was
the only big illness problem they've had afaik.
I guess we had already left late because they were sick. I think his
plan was to be up and out by 8;30.
Instead he had me going to the medical tent -- the MASH tent he or
they called it!!! -- where there were supposed to be doctors and
medicinal tea. He emphasized the tea!! Well they need to drink
liquid, but they also had no tea.
They were supposed to have volunteer doctors, but I think that meant
only if a doctor wanted to go camping, and he told them he was a
doctor. Maybe in the past that had worked, but when I went to the
tent, there was no doctor. They did have an oral thermometer though,
so that's why I know what their temperatures were.
THE ONE THING BOTH OF US DIDN'T THINK OF WAS getting towels, wetting
them in the stream that was very close, and using that to wipe their
faces, wet their hair iiuc, wipe their arms and legs. I ddidn't know
anything about this at the time, but it seems that even though the
fever comes from inside, because of germs, it can be treated on the
outside with "wet compresses". Maybe if the movies didn't use the
word compress, it would have occurred to me. He might have suggested
putting them in the stream, but I have an image of them shattering,
like hot glass in a cold stream. Surely the stream would be too cold
for them???? If he suggested it, he dropped it quickly.
*** She was, I guess, what one might call a doormat. For one thing, he
had a regular girlfriend that he lived with and she knew it, and she
was his summer-home town girlfriend, because his regular girlfriend
had gotten tired of going to the summer home. Too much work because
it was never finished. He couldn't get a sewage permit, though he
tried to bribe someone for it, or maybe it was that there was only 6
or 12 inches of soil and the rest was rock and he'd have to blast to
put in a septic tank and finger system (He had to blast, that is, pay
someone to blast, to put in his foundation) so though he had a
chemical toilet, he kept asking everyone to go outside to do their
business, even in the rain.
If I loved the town girlfriend, she would have been pretty, but as a
mere girlfriend**, she was very overweight. **I say mere girlfriend
because he was already living with another woman in Westchester
county, not married to her but with a contract hetwteen them. They
were supposed to modify the contract between them if they decided to
have a child, but I think they couldn't agree on terms, and they had
the child anyhow. That woman was more attractive and had a very good
job that required a college degree and probably more than that, and I
don't know why she settled for him. She has a unique name and I found
her phone number online and have been meaning to call her. At the
very least I'd like to know if they are still living together. I doubt
I was never jealous of all his girlfriends and sex, even when the girl
was pretty, and I think it was because I believe that no matter how
many he had, it was never enough, while for me one is enough.
But as to the woman on the trip, she lived in this small town and was
probably happy to have him. Oh yeah, she reccovered some by the time
we left at 10 or 11, no more delirioum ("Don't let them cut off my
legs!") and he told me that she said they didnt' have to go to the
doctor. He might have been lying, but I told him I don't take the
advice of a woman who was delirious an hour or two ago. And she can't
waive the rights of her daughter, or judge how sick the daughter is.
They both lay in my back seat (a big car then) with their eyes closed
saying nothing in the hour's drive to the hospital.
This guy is not very attractive either, at least I don't think a woman
would think so. He was way overweight by this time. He got as much
as he did by asking for it, and I guess going to the next person if
the one he asked didn't do it. For example, he called me at the last
minute to buy more Xmas tree lights on my way to his Christmas party.
That's certainly fair, and I wasn't very late to the party, but most
hosts woudn't do it.
A better example was a Sunday morning with a lot of snow. He called
me at 9, which I thought was early for a Sunday, or maybe it was 8, to
come over and start his car, to give his battery a jump. I lived in
Brooklyn, he was in Brooklyn. at his girlfriend's apartment (a
different year, a different girlfriend.) and once I was awake and in
the car, it was no big deal to drive farther, but it was actually only
2 blocks from my apartment. So I knock on the door and he comes out,
and walking to his car, I learn he hadn't even tried to start it!!!!
What a jerk. I think he called me to show his girlfriend he had a
friend who would come over to start his car. It started right up
without my doing anything. What a jerk. I would have been really
mad at him but the girl was pretty, unusually so for his girlfriends.
I don't want Norminn to be mad at me for caring, but in college all 2
or 3 of his girlfriends were so fat and ugly. But this one wasn't,
and I waited 3 weeks and called her. (This was before cell phones so I
had her number in order to call him if I got delayed that morning) As
I expected, they weren't going together anymore, and we went together
Another thing he did was fix me up with a co-worker, maybe she was a
lawyer and she was very pretty and nice, and after we had one date, he
told me he was going to call her again. I said, What do you mean? You
fixed me up with her. He said, she doesn't have to be exclusive. What
Another thing he did was at another Christmas party at his apartment.
I had a girlfriend and we were going to the party, and there is always
room at the party for me to bring someone else. and my gf brought
along a girlfriend of hers, a really beautiful girl, whom I had met
when she was playing Liat in a road company of South Pacific. If you
remember the movie, she was Bloody Mary's daughter, whom Bloody Mary
wanted to marry the Lieutelant, on some south Pacific island during
WWII. Well this girl was every bit as pretty as the actress in the
movie who had the same part. And sexy without even trying, no matter
what she was wearing. So we all got there, and my friend and the
new "Liat" were dancing, and a few minutes later Liat left. She took a
taxi or the subway. Later I found out that my "friend" was feeling
her up while they were dancing. It didn't matter to him that she was
a nice girl who he'd be lucky to have as a girlfriend. And it didn't
matter to him that she was also a guest of mine and my gf, and it was
embarrassing to me to have a crude friend, and maybe to my gf to have
a bf with a crude friend. I guess this was his way on some occasions
of sorting out who was easy and who wasn't.
Another thing I don't know all the details about was, before he had a
Chevty Blazer (since the lot he bought had no road going to it), with
all the parking problems that presents in nYC, he had a motorcycle. I
never saw the motorcycle, maybe that was before I got to NY, but he
would go to Woodstock NY and around there, 2 hours from Manhattan, and
on the trip up or back with a girl on the back, he fell over, on a wet
road iirc, maybe on a bridge with a steel roadway. He wasn't hurt
much, the girl was, but I don't know how bad or if any of it was
permanent.. When he told me this story, he didn't express any regret
for hurting her. But this was pretty early in knowing him, and I
figured that his silence there didn't mean he wasn't kicking himself.
AFter North Carolina, I decided it did mean that.
He's about 64 y.o. now and when he bought property and built a house
(of his own design with much of his own labor, and his friends') it
had to be in Woodstock. Even though all the towns around there are
alike, with antique stores and artists and artsy or rural yuppie
restaurants, he had to be in Woodstock, because it was famous, even
though that was 5 years earlier and the bands and audience had all
When we went camping in NC, he had to camp in Hippie Hollow, it was
caled, even though he'd been to these things before other years, other
US states, and there were no more hippies there than anywhere else.
Although he was afraid to buy pot for fear of getting disbarred.
(Myself, I don't use pot or anything. I also avoid aspirin and even
more so Tylenol.)
That night, they got back to Westchester so late he didn't have time
to take them home. It was 2 hours from Brooklyn but maybe an hour
from Westchester, so that would have been two more hours of driving
that had been planned that I forgot about. They couldn't stay at his
house because his regular girlfriend lived there. I think he put them
up in a motel and how they got home the next day I don't know. He
probably knew bus routes, or maybe she knew routes to NYC, and found a
motel near one.
Well, old memories can be fun, but this was too long. :)
We were in Virginia and coming home through Baltimore. My wife was not
feeling well the past couple of day. They she said she wanted to see a
doctor NOW! Ended up at Chesapeake Medical Center where she stayed for 6
days. Had we continued, maybe she would not be here.
My ex-boss *didn't* listen to his own "inner voice" telling him that
something was wrong as he pushed himself to make a cross-country drive in
record time. Cost him dearly as a blood clot formed in his leg from lack of
motion, broke off and became a pulmonary embolism. Proof that people's need
to "get there fast" can sometimes mean getting to a very bad place. When my
dad had his first stroke I drove 12 hours from Asheville, NC to DC after
being awake all day to arrive in rainy rush hour. Nearly killed myself in a
spin-out I was so tired. Danger, Will Robinson, Danger! Glad to hear you
made the right choice. It's very easy and tempting not to, some times.
On Mon, 27 Jun 2011 07:51:35 -0400, "Robert Green"
Twelve hours from Asheville to DC? That's ~500miles or only 40MPH. We just
drove from E. Alabama to N. Vermont (1300Mi) and back in a little over 22
hours each way (over two days - two weekends), including stops (but not
counting a side trip down Skyline Drive).
Seemed like 12 hours once I hit I-95 northbound rush hour traffic in the
rain. The last 50 miles took longer than the rest of the trip. DC area rush
hour traffic has been consistently recognized as some of the worst in the
nation. Stop and start traffic after hours of "free running" is pure
torture for the over-tired. It's like being rocked to sleep. Going 5 to 10
mph for the last leg of the trip will really screw up the average.
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