Journal
PSD
I called him Pedro Super Dog because quite literally, he was. He flipped over in a single bound so you could rub his belly. He used his superhuman strength to nudge you with his nose and wouldn’t stop until you submitted to forced petting. He’d howl at the firetrucks in chorus with the siren to
Utah Miners II
The next day I was assigned to find and talk to family members. My best shot was at the school in Huntington where the families had been receiving information from mine and federal officials. No one wanted to talk and I don’t blame them. But, we still had no independent confirmation of the names of
Utah Miners
The day I left Minnesota was the day the finally began recovering remains from the Mississippi River. It took them seven days. That’s an awful lot of heartache. And, the day before I left the land of a thousand lakes, a “seismic event” (a phrasing that was disputed by geologists but the mine owner was
Minneapolis Bridge
The Minnesota bridge collapse was my first trip without Bob. I badly needed to go and get myself back out there in the field or else I’d wither away slamming pieces for 4p everyday in the bureau. I think I’m better in the field. I get really aggressive and the field is always challenging. I