My Hometown

On my drive to and from Texas, I had only three unscratched CD's, and no good radio for several hundred miles.  So these three CD's got a lot of playing time.  One was a collection of my favorites from Bruce Springsteen.  I can't remember the name of the music critic of the Dallas Morning News in the 1990's, but he had one of my favorite comments.  He said, "when it comes to poets in rock music, there's Bob Dylan and Bruce Springsteen, and then there's many others who wish they were."  One of the songs from Springsteen that I love is My Hometown.  The song starts with the singer saying, "I'd sit on his lap in that big ol' Buick, Steer as we drove through town.  He'd tousle my hair and say son, take a good look around.  This is your hometown."  The song goes on to describe how the town declines with racial tensions and then the loss of jobs at the textile mill.  "Now main street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores.  Seems like there ain't  nobody wants to come down here no more."

Graham never, at least that I was aware of, had problems with race relations, but there has been plenty of upheaval with loss of jobs.  When I was a kid, Graham Magnetics and Hexcel were two of the largest employers in the town. Both closed shortly after I graduated from high school.  The other major industry, oil, has seen numerous ups and downs in my lifetime.  I drove around downtown and recognized very few stores that still had the same occupants from my childhood.  But few had whitewashed windows or were vacant stores.  What makes some areas bounce back from hard times, while others wait for the government to come rescue them? 

Check out Youtube for videos of Detroit today.  Not only is the city practically dead, but there is a sense of hopelessness.  None of the stories you hear or the articles you read talk about exciting new plans for developing the abandoned neighborhoods.  Everyone seems to be waiting around for, not a hand up, but a handout.  Or in the case of one widely circulated video, "get me some of that Obama money."  Why?

I think that it is all about the way the people in those cities and industries are educated.  Educated not only by their public schools, but by their unions.  "The man" is out to get the little guy.  "The man" uses the little guy to make million$, then tosses him aside when he's done.  The only hope for the little guy is the union.  They will stand up to "The man."  Oh yeah, be sure to elect democrat/progressives.  They work with the unions to make sure you won't be taken advantage of.  Of course, the union support will cost you.  You will have dues taken out of each check, but it's worth the money.  Who else is going to stand up for you?  You are helpless on your own.  Now the unions have all their candidates in place in Washington D.C.  They will take tax dollars out of your check too.  But only to pay for programs to protect you when "The man" fires you, takes his million$ and leaves Detroit.  Well, GM got its bailout.  Chrysler got its dollars.  The UAW seems to be doing fine, or at least the union itself is.  Not the little guy though.  Seems like the union took all its dues and gave them to elect its candidates.  The government took its taxes, and bailed out the union with them.  Where does that leave the little guy?  Trying to survive and mostly seeming to be waiting for their rescue by their beloved unions and caring elected officials.

In contrast, ranchers, farmers, and small oil companies are independent.  They go through just as many, if not more, economic ups and downs as any other industry.  But they survive and adapt.  Businesses close, but a new one steps in.  Drilling rigs sit idle for 5, 10 years or more.  But as soon as the business climate is healthy again, they are ready to work and thrive again.  All the while knowing that just as surely as a boom came, a bust is around the corner.  People help each other out when they can, because they realize that soon the tables will turn.  They know better than to count on the government or paid unions to rescue them.

It really seems like there are some tumultuous times ahead, as the self-reliant, mostly westerners (not including California or California lite aka Oregon) adapt and recover from the latest hard times.  Even in California, it seems that the smaller towns and farming/ranching communities are trying to do the right thing.  Unfortunately their state politics are dominated by their cities, who like the union dominated areas of the country wait for the payoff from their campaign contributions to bail them out.  There seems to be a great divide in the country now about things as basic as who we are, and what kind of country we want to live in.  It also seems that our elected officials in Washington are not trying to close this divide, but expand it.   We need to figure out why.  But first we have to make sure we know who we are, and what America is.

Dumping Money On the Ground

When I worked for Avis, we were required to take a class on responding to fuel spills.  The district manager said that since I had worked in and been around the oilfield when I was younger, I probably didn't need to take the class.  I told him that unless the proper response to a spill was to throw some dirt on it, I'd better take the class.

When I visited my grandparents for the summer when I was about 7, I went to work with my Grandpa Tom in the oilfield.  When the tanks are full, he would have to hire a truck to come out and haul all the oil to his buyer.  Since the cost of having the truck come out is the same no matter how much oil they haul, you would of course want to have as much oil as possible be taken in a trip.  A tank could be full, but still have a lot of saltwater in with the oil.  Oil sits on top of the saltwater (think oil spill in the Gulf, the oil stays on top). So, there was a valve on the bottom of the tank.  Grandpa would open this valve and let the saltwater spray out onto the ground.  It was my job to sit beside this spraying valve and watch for the saltwater to turn into oil.  Grandpa would go do his maintenance on the pumpjack or whatever else he needed to do.  I didn't want to let any oil spray out, that would be just like throwing away money.  So I sat staring at the brownish saltwater spraying, waiting it for it to change from coffee with cream color to coffee with no cream color.  When oil started spraying out, I would yell for Grandpa and he would close the valve to let the well produce for a couple of more days to maximize the truck's load of oil.  It was a great practice economically, but probably not so great environmentally.  Oily saltwater leaves an ugly mess on the ground.  

I think even the most environmentally insensitive oilman sees this as a bad practice today.  So, to a degree regulations were needed.  But, as is usually the case with government involvement, they went too far the other direction.  And if the federal government is involved, they will go waaaaaaaaaaaay too far.  And then go further.  And take a minute's break and go a little further.  Eventually they go so far that the producers do not make enough money to stay in business.  The Democrat/Progressive side seems to forget that the reason oil companies exist is to make a profit.  And in most cases, they will do it the right way, both for their profit margin and for the environment.  

Eighteen governors, two of them Democrats, have asked Congress to clamp down on the EPA.  They say that the EPA doesn't take the economic impact of their rulings into consideration when they impose new restrictions.  They have reached the point in some cases, where it is no longer profitable to stay in business.  As I mentioned in yesterday's post about the Grand Junction area, trickle down works in both directions.  When business is booming for the oil company, it is booming for the construction industry, the fast food industry, grocery stores, retailers, and yes, the government through sales, income, and property taxes.  Ever notice all the new schools, libraries, and jails get built during the boom years?  Then the EPA steps in with new regulations, and end the boom.  For everyone.  Including the government.  

I don't know if the current Congress has the spine, or even the inclination to stand up to the President and his anti-business policies.  But it is nice to see that the states are starting to push back.  Over the past 100 plus years, the states have let the federal government take too many of the powers the Constitution relegated to the states.  It will be very hard to get those powers back.  But it sure is good to see the process start.  Not only in the case of the EPA, but Utah has filed suit to prevent the federal government from taking more land and to try to take back the area that President Clinton took by executive action in his last days in office (southern Utah, rich with uranium, imagine that).  Montana, Texas, and others have filed or threatened to file suit over federal gun control laws.  Texas, Virginia, and others have started the process of challenging federal takeover of healthcare.  And with the recent verbal jabs by Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts at the president, I think the Supreme Court is signaling that it is ready to reign in some of the federal power grabs.  

Maybe the Supreme Court is that seven year old watching money spray out onto the ground.  It's time to shut off the valve. 

Heaven and Red-eye Gravy

When I was in high school,one of my first jobs was as a go-fer for my Grandpa Tom in the oilfield.  I first worked on Saturdays during the school year with Grandpa.  We just did the odds and ends jobs that were left over from the week.  I think the main purpose of the job was to activate my "mechanical genes."  For some reason, I just never got it.  My brain understood the concepts, but just never connected it with the job at hand.  Electronics, I got.  Even electrical problems.  Not mechanics though.  Those aptitude tests where they show a gear turning one direction and ask which direction the fifth one in the series will be turning?  I'd get better results with a coin toss!  Grandpa tried to teach me some.  To his credit, I did learn to use some of the tools.  And how to work hard.  

I remember laying for what seemed like hours underneath one of the old trucks trying to figure out where to put the starter I held in my hand.  And I had just removed the old one!  I finally got it just a few minutes before he got back.  And to my relief, it even worked.  

One of the best benefits of working for Grandpa Tom, was lunch.  We came home everyday for lunch, and Grandma Mae could cook lunch.  No cold sandwiches or even leftovers.  She really cooked lunch.  My favorite was her chicken-fried steak and homemade biscuits.  One day, we had the best gravy ever.  When I asked her what was different, she said it was "red-eye gravy."  Red-eye gravy substitutes coffee for some of the milk in the gravy.  I think red-eye gravy is proof that there is a heaven.  Anything that good had to be divinely inspired. 

Grandma Mae joined Grandpa Tom in heaven yesterday.  I hope they are enjoying a good meal that includes red-eye gravy.