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Herbert Hoover’s ENGINEER

 

Engineering is a great profession. There is the fascination of watching a figment of the imagination emerge through the aid of science to a plan on paper. Then it moves to realization in stone or metal or energy. Then it brings jobs and homes to men. Then it elevates the standards of living and adds to the comfort of life. That is the engineer’s high privilege.  

The great liability of the engineer compared to men of other professions is that his works are out in the open where all can see them. His acts, step by step, are in hard substance. He cannot like the architect cover his failures with trees and vines. He cannot like the politician screen his shortcomings by blaming his opponents and hope the people will forget. The engineer simply cannot deny he did it. If his works do not work he is dammed.  

On the other hand, unlike the doctor, his is not a life among the weak. Unlike the soldier, destruction is not his purpose. Unlike the lawyer, quarrels are not his daily bread. To the engineer falls the job of clothing the bare bones of science with life, comfort and hope. No doubt as years go by the people forget which engineer did it, even if they ever knew. Or some politician put his name on it. Or they credit it to some promoter who used other people’s money....  

But the engineer himself looks back at the unending stream of goodness which flows from his success with satisfaction that few professions may know. And the verdict of his fellow professionals is all the accolade he wants.

 

 

The Farmer and the Obnoxious Lawyer

A farmer named Clyde had a car accident. In court, the trucking company's fancy lawyer was questioning Clyde.
"Didn't you say, 'I'm fine,' at the scene of the accident?" asked the lawyer. Clyde responded: "Well, I'll tell you what happened. I had just loaded my favorite mule, Bessie, into the . . ." "I didn't ask for any details," the lawyer interrupted. "Just answer the question. Did you not say, 'I'm fine,' at the scene of the accident?"

Clyde continued: "Well, I had just got Bessie into the trailer and I was driving down the road . . ." The lawyer interrupted again and said: "Judge, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the Highway Patrolman on the scene that he was just fine. Now, several weeks after the accident, he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question."

By this time, the Judge was fairly interested in Clyde's answer and said to the lawyer: "I'd like to hear what he has to say about his favorite mule, Bessie."

Clyde thanked the Judge and proceeded: "Well, as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into the trailer and was driving her down the highway when this huge semi-truck and trailer ran the stop sign and smacked my truck right in the side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurting real bad and couldn't move.
However, I could hear old Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible shape just by her groans. Shortly after the accident a Highway Patrolman came on the scene. He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he went over to her. After he looked at her, he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes. Then the Patrolman came across the road, gun in hand, looked at me, and asked, 'How are you feeling?'  "Now what the hell would you say?"

 

 

 

 

Molly the owl:

 

Photos I took at the marina:

My Mako with replaced engine and all new paint:

 

Manatees! Can you tell what this photo is about?

Scroll down  for the answer!

 

 

My email at herrickhomepage.com seems to have quit working. The firm I had contracted with to host my web page sold the company, then it was sold again. No one knows to whom I should speak about the email gone missing! At least the website is still up! You can contact me at 
GoldplatedShovel@gmail.com
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OK, Michael, I found out what the pistol you gave me is!

So, it is over 110 years old and I have found someone who may have ammunition for it!

The ammunition is the first cartridge ammunition tried! A pin sticks out of the bottom and is struck by the hammer! The primer then burns and lights the gunpowder.

http://hlebooks.com/pinfire/pin01.htm

 

 

My brother Daniel!:

 

 Bangor police officer an Angel Flight pilot


Mother calls free service a ‘lifesaver’

At the conclusion of an Angel Flight , pilot Dan Herrick taxis his single-engine plane into a spot on the General Aviation ramp at Bangor International Airport with Camara Johnson, 11, of  Woodland, and her mother, Cherie Nichols, who were brought to Bangor for a medical appointment for the girl.

BANGOR DAILY NEWS PHOTO BY SCOTT HASKELL

At the conclusion of an Angel Flight , pilot Dan Herrick taxis his single-engine plane into a spot on the General Aviation ramp at Bangor International Airport with Camara Johnson, 11, of Woodland , and her mother, Cherie Nichols, who were brought to Bangor for a medical appointment for the girl.

 

·         At the conclusion of an Angel Flight , pilot Dan Herrick taxis his single-engine plane into a spot on the General Aviation ramp at Bangor International Airport with Camara Johnson, 11, of  Woodland, and her mother, Cherie Nichols, who were brought to Bangor for a medical appointment for the girl.

·         Camara Johnson, an 11-year-old Woodland girl, walks to the general aviation terminal at BIA after an Angel Flight piloted by Dan Herrick, right, brought her from Caribou for a medical appointment related to a bone deformity in her foot on Wednesday, July 21, 2010.

·         Camara Johnson, 11, of Woodland and her mother, Cherie Nichols (left), head to a medical appointment for the girl after an Angel Flight from Caribou to Bangor International Airport piloted by Dan Herrick (right), who is also a Bangor policeman, last week. Johnson has made almost 20 Angel Flights in the past two years as doctors tend to a bone deformity in her foot.

·         Angel Flight pilot Dan Herrick, left, leads  Camara Johnson, 11, of  Woodland, and her mother, Cherie Nichols,  to the general aviation terminal at BIA after a flight from Caribou on Wednesday, July 21, 2010, for a medical appointment for the girl's bone deformity in one foot.

·         Dan Herrick, Angel Flight pilot and Bangor policeman, after a flight from Caribou to Bangor to bring an 11-year-old girl to a medical appointment on Wednesday, July 21, 2010.

·         Camara Johnson, 11, of  Woodland, waits at the General Aviation terminal at BIA  for a ride to a medical appointment in Bangor after she and her mother flew on an Angel Flight from Caribou to Bangor on Wednesday, July 21, 2010.

 

7/26/10 08:21 pm  Updated: 7/26/10 09:06 pm

By Dawn Gagnon
BDN Staff

 

BANGOR, Maine - Pilot Dan Herrick touched down at the General Aviation building near Bangor International Airport just before noon last Wednesday with a special delivery: 11-year-old Camara Johnson and her mom, Cherie Nichols.

The Woodland girl, who is undergoing treatment for a bone deformity in her foot called tarsal coalition, needed to get from her small Aroostook County hometown to Bangor for an appointment with her orthopedic surgeon.

Herrick’s mission on Wednesday was to fly the girl and her mother from a small airport in Caribou to Bangor , a distance he covered in about an hour and 15 minutes.

Nichols said Wednesday’s flight was their 20th over the last two years with Angel Flight Northeast, a nonprofit organization that provides air transportation in private aircraft by volunteer pilots so that children and adults may access life-saving medical care free of charge.

The divorced mother of five children, three of whom have special needs, Nichols said that without Angel Flight, she would be unable to get her daughter to and from her appointments with medical experts in Bangor and Shriners Hospital for Children in Springfield , Mass.

“I don’t know what we would do without Angel Flight. I really don’t know. It would’ve been impossible,” Nichols said. “It’s been a lifesaver for us.”

During Wednesday’s flight, Camara, who usually falls asleep during her Angel Flight trips, listened to music over Herrick’s XM radio.

“We were dancing up there,” Herrick said with a chuckle. Camara also combed the mane of the little pink toy pony that Herrick presented her on behalf of the Hasbro toy company, one of Angel Flight’s corporate sponsors.

“She combed my hair, too, but it didn’t do any good,” Herrick said after ushering the girl and her mother out of his four-seat 1969 Piper Cherokee single-engine airplane.

One of the Bangor Police Department’s motorcycle cops, Herrick serves on the department’s Special Enforcement Team. He also manages Pirate’s Cove, a miniature golf and gaming complex in Bar Harbor , where he keeps his airplane.

“So I’m back and forth between Bangor and Bar Harbor a lot. I guess I’m a pirate, a pilot and a policeman, I can’t get away from the Ps,” he said with a laugh.

Wednesday’s mission was Herrick 132nd since 2004, when he signed on as a volunteer Angel Flight pilot.

Air and Earth Angels

Since Angel Flight Northeast’s first flight in 1996, its mission coordinators have scheduled more than 45,000 flights, spokeswoman Barbara Sica said last week. She said that to date, the organization’s more than 1,000 volunteer pilots have provided free air transportation to nearly 60,000 patients and their families.

“We can’t tell you enough about the pilots. I mean, think about it. They are donating their planes, their fuel and their time. They’re just so generous and compassionate to the patients. We can’t do what we do without them.”

To complete the loop, Sica said, Angel Flight NE has more than 100 “Earth Angels” throughout the Northeast who donate their time and cars to drive patients between airports and medical facilities.

Herrick signed on as a volunteer pilot in 2004, when a fellow flier he was acquainted with died in a tragic plane crash in Florida .

“He went down with one of his twin daughters,” Herrick said. “I found out that he was an avid flier for Angel Flight. I’d had my license for three years and I thought I met the qualifications,” which require that pilots must be licensed and instrument flight rated and meet or exceed FAA requirements.

“It’s kind of a selfish reason we do these flights,” he said. “Every pilot will tell you that they like to fly. There are challenges to it, there are risks to take but it’s the enjoyment of taking to the air that drives us,” he said.

“You’re basically doing it for enjoyment and when you get to fly and they get to go where they need to go, win-win. I get to do what I enjoy doing and get to help somebody else out, which is part of my nature anyhow,” he said.

“I guess I’m an adrenaline seeker. That’s why I ride a motorcycle. I like that kind of challenge. I think it keeps you younger,” said Herrick, who is 54 and the father of two grown children.

The costs

Angel Flight pilots provide their services on their own time and on their own dime.

Herrick said that the costs associated with flying patients include fuel, oil, insurance, airport fees and sometimes airplane rental or mortgage costs, if the pilot involved doesn’t own the airplane.

He said his small aircraft consumes about 9 gallons of fuel for each hour of flying time at a cost of between $5.25 to $8 a gallon, depending where it is purchased.

Though Herrick typically flies 15 to 20 missions a year, he has flown as many as 34, when his time and finances allowed. “I sign up for what I’m available for. The Bangor Police Department has been understanding. They support their officers doing charitable work, they encourage it,” allowing Herrick to use vacation days for his Angel Flight missions.

His Angel Flight missions have taken him as far as New Haven , Conn.

“Some of [the missions] are short and some of them are long but every one is memorable for one reason or another. You know, with every one of these the individuals are what makes the flight unique or interesting,” he said.

The rewards

Herrick says that the rewards far outweigh the costs connected with Angel Flight missions.

“It’s just that feeling of being able to do something nobody else can do for people,” he said.

As a police officer, “you see people in tragic accidents and who’ve been victimized by crime,” he said. “With Angel Flight, it’s not the same. You’re in a different role. Here, you’re recognized as help more. Law enforcement isn’t always recognized as being helpful.”

Herrick said the people he meets through Angel Flight are what keeps him going.

“You come to see a lot of spirit in them,” he said. “They have some debilitation, illness or injury and are at the lowest point in their life, and you have a chance to give them something out of what you have. And you see them appreciate it. You see their spirit and their willingness to fight. They’re going to try to beat it. People are very courageous at that point in their life so it’s a plus to see people like that, to get to know them.”

Earlier this month, Herrick flew a mission out of Boston . As it turned out, his airplane used to belong to the stepfather of the patient he was flying back to the Bar Harbor area.

“He had tried to get his pilot’s license and had spent many hours flying that airplane,” Herrick said. “It was a really kind of freaky moment there. It was huge. It was a big lift for him. He went from being real unhappy when I first met him to being thrilled to [fly] in that plane. We chatted about the plane, what had changed about it over the years.”

Another mission that moved Herrick involved a woman he flew out of Waterville .

“I found out that she’d been a volunteer [after the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks]. She had gone to New York and volunteered to pick up body parts. She was a very courageous woman who was as healthy as she thought she could be before 9-11. After her exposure to [the toxins at ground zero] she came down with several different forms of cancer that permeated her entire body,” he said. “She had an unbelievable spirit. She was upbeat, happy,” despite the condition that ultimately took her life.

Herrick also tells the story of a little boy from Presque Isle en route to Boston whose Angel Flight was forced to divert due to a storm. Herrick stepped in and arranged for a motel room for the child, who was in a cast, and his mother and aunt. He completed the flight the next day.

“I put him on the airplane and I put a headset on him and I put on music and he started singing along,” Herrick said. “When you talk in the headset you can hear your own voice, so all of a sudden, he became a star and all the way up from Bangor to Presque Isle. He heard part of a song that went ‘ooh hoo’ and he kept repeating that all the way up. He was just a precious soul who had a physical deformity and a lot of challenges ahead of him. He was a good kid.”

Herrick and Sica said that Angel Flight sometimes flies “compassion missions,” which include providing transportation for military personnel and their family members and to those who need to get to a medical facility quickly to provide treatment consent or say goodbye to a person who is dying from an accident or illness.

In one such case, Herrick flew a southern Maine man to Presque Isle to visit his dying father. “To complicate matters, the [son, who was in his 60s] had an illness that he was dying of and he wasn’t allowed to travel or do things for very long. He needed special transportation to get to see his dad to say goodbye.”

A call for pilots

Sica said that there are about 50 Angel Flight volunteer pilots in Maine , which generates 30 to 35 percent of the Angel Flight requests in its nine-state Northeast region. The high demand for flights for Mainers is due to the fact that parts of Maine are relatively remote, and the people who live there can’t easily access the medical care they need.

“We do have a shortage of pilots up in Maine with the number and volume [of flights] that we’re doing out of that area, so we’re actively recruiting pilots to participate in our mission,” Sica said.

For more information about Angel Flight or to support its mission, visit www.angelflightne.org or call 800-549-9980.

 

 

Dad's memorial

August 28, 2010, 2:00 PM

Baptist Church, Main Road, Charleston


7-26-2010

I bought a boat! It is a 1979 Mako 21 foot long.

Had a fun day taking 4 people out for a ride to the beach on Shell Key!

7-22-2010 I drove down to the beach at Grand Isle! The beach itself is clean and there was no oil in the water, but there were workers patrolling up and down to pick up anything that did come ashore. Then on my way off the beach I came across an abandoned bridge and went down to get a sample of the water to see if there was any oil coming through the pass. There was no oil in the water, but I found where someone had brought ashore a large amount of oil! The oil covered the rocks used to protect the bridge. The oil looked black, but when I picked up a rock, the oil came off dark brown. I found a sheet of the white (now off-white) cloth that was used to capture the oil in a trash container by the oil and used that to clean off my hands. Oily rocks and cloth below:

There were about 50 hermit crabs on top of a large rock, it looked like they did not want to crawl off of the rock because there was oil all around the rock. It looked like they were marooned.

Location of the oil (above between the bridges on shore).

Bobcats on the beach, beach was closed and had a "jelly roll" all along it to prevent any oil from coming up on the beach.

Ship out in the bay, I saw many ships, including Coast Guard and Navy ones.

Hopefully the oil will not come ashore any more; who knows with Tropical Depression Bonnie heading this way! I just hope I can get home tonight!!

 

 


Oil Well update:

BP wants to let the well sit, not touch it, close it off from the bottom via the well being dug 13,000 feet below the sea floor, and be done with it. Sounded like a good idea to me, but Thad Allen (US gov. National Incident Commander):

said that BP had to reopen the well and let it flow, but mostly into ships on the surface. This sounded like a strange request until I read the following:

“Thad Allen wants to do containment because they want to find out what the real flow rate was,” 
Don Van Nieuwenhuise
 director of Petroleum Geoscience Programs at the University of Houston, said in an interview yesterday. “Unless they do something like that, they’ll almost never be able to prove what the true flow rate was.”

And so, there you have it, Thad wants to know how much the well is producing so that a fine can be calculated!!


Getting ready to go to the site of the Largest Pump Station in the World!

Hardhat, safety glasses, vest, earplugs, ID, gloves. The green arrow points to the sample of the water from Lake Pontchartrain (in the background) and the black peat floating in it - we thought it might be oil (it was not).

Now we are into the cleanup phase!!!!

At 2:35 Central time this afternoon (July 15, 2010) I was watching the well when I saw - NO MORE OIL!! The robot "SKANDI ROV 1" put down the dispersant injection tool, and it was all over!! Following is a screen shot of the robot (on the right) who was closing the last valve!

In the middle of the above photo is the black stovepipe hat looking thing (an 18" pipe - although it looks a lot smaller than that!) that was gushing oil until last night, it now has a cap on it!. 

Wow, it is finally over - 3 months, 3.9 million barrels of oil escaped into the Gulf! Hopefully it will hold (the gauge showed 2,800 psi which is a lot!) and we all can go back to normal daily lives!! The cameras went to show crabs running around on the sea floor at one time, and just now a squid went by - that was funny! Clean again!!


 

I am working for the Army Corps and they have been under fire for holding up issuance of permits for work others think need to be done to prevent the oil from coming ashore. Here is a link to the response (permits are not being held up - 90 miles of work has been approved!). Check out the second page as well:

http://www.mvn.usace.army.mil/pao/2010July9StakeholderUpdateFinal.pdf

Two flames from the ship burning off the oil in the Gulf (photo I took from the plane 6-9-2010)

Lizard out in my yard checking me out:

Police boat out in Lake Pontchartrain:

Zoomed in:

They found the guy who ran his boat into the causeway piling two days before.


Oil in Gulf is threatening our west side of Florida!

Below is a photograph I took 6-21-2010 as I flew into New Orleans:

All the red dots are small fires where they are burning off the oil!

My idea is to drill two holes, one on either side of the well. Then pack each with explosives and seal the holes to the top. When the explosives are set off well below the seabed, the resultant pressure will collapse the well like a soda straw. If it does not seal it off completely, the flow will be reduced such that it can be contained. They know exactly what the makeup of the rock they drilled through is and can figure out how deep to go and how much explosive to use to collapse the well and not just make more of a mess. Anyone have a better idea to stop this - and now?  

 

Downtown New Orleans from my hotel on 5-14-2010 at sunset.

Off to New Orleans, Maine, and back to New Orleans, then home to Florida!