Alumni Sandstorm ~ 02/08/18
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5 Bombers and Don Sorenson sent stuff and 
			   heard about two Bomber deaths today:
Jim McKEOWN ('53), Frank DeVINCENTIS ('56)
David DOUGLAS ('62), Duane LEE ('63)
Terry DAVIS ('65), Don Sorenson (NAB)
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BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Janice PIERCE ('63)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Christy WATSON ('66)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: MaryAnne GRENINGER ('67)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Cathy LEMLER ('74)

BOMBER CALENDAR: Richland Bombers Calendar
    Click the event you want to know more about.
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>>From: Jim McKEOWN ('53)

Re: Watts

Happy, one day late, Birthday to big Jim WATTS ('54)... quite
an achievement, considering that none of us, James, expected
you to live past 30... you are a living legend, and that
beautiful wife of yours belongs in some Hall of Fame...
probably the funniest story you have told, and you have told
a bunch, is the time when you and Sharon were early married
and you had failed to pay a bunch of parking tickets. You and
Sharon were home and had been arguing about something when
the police pulled up in front... you told Sharon to tell them
you weren't home and hid in the closet... they knocked on the
door and asked if her husband were home, and Sharon's reply
was "Yes, he's hiding in the closet!" Needless to say "a
woman scorned, etc."... So, do something special, and Edna
and I love you guys a bunch.

-Jim McKEOWN ('53, celebrating our 65 year reunion this 
	year... my God, really?) from summer-warm Sacramento
	where we have been in the mid to high 70s for some time
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>>From: Frank DeVINCENTIS ('56)

To: Jim WATTS ('54)

Happy belated birthday Jim. Hope you had a great day and have
a happy and healthy year ahead. 

-Frank DeVINCENTIS ('56)
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>>From: David DOUGLAS ('62)

I'm now 74, and what happened yesterday is already kind of
hazy, so I'm not sure how accurate this memory is. 

Somehow (it may have been as a member of the Science Club at
Carmichael - Aubrey Clayton was faculty adviser, I believe),
I was with a group who got a tour of Hanford's IBM computer.
It took up a whole floor of the building in Richland. I
recall banks and banks of tape drives along the walls. And
ALL the computer did was payroll.

Re: Cats (not the musical)

I have a neurotic cat. Pumpkin belonged to my son Rodger (RIP).
We've had Pumpkin for over five years. She had always been
fairly peaceful. Then one day about six months ago she began
growling, hissing and stalking my son. When she tried to
attack him, he shut himself in his bedroom. He was trapped 
in there for an hour while she sat outside the room, still
hissing and emitting a bloodcurdling growl deep in her throat
every time he opened the door a crack. She finally went away.
Rodger decided he needed to take her to the vet for an exam.
Pumpkin did not take kindly to being put in a cage. After he
got back from the vet he had to go to the emergency room and
get his wounds treated. The vet won't take the cat anymore.

The vet said she couldn't make a diagnosis without a CAT scan
of the cat's brain. That cost more than I was willing to pay.
After another attack, Rodger decided to take her to the
Maricopa County Animal Control Center for observation. We
knew she couldn't have rabies since she never goes outside,
but we didn't know what else to do. This time Rodger put on a
heavy coat and gloves before transporting her. Even with the
gloves, she bit clear through his thumbnail. Animal Control
kept her for nine days ($350) and didn't observe anything
abnormal, so we brought her back home. I was glad the workers
put her back in the cage.

The vet gave Rodger a prescription for Diazapam (Valium) for
the cat, 1 to 1 1/2 ml twice a day. After Rodger went into
the hospital in August, I had to take care of the cat,
including giving her the medication. Then one evening last
week I went into the bathroom to take my nightly shower.
Pumpkin followed me and jumped up on the counter. She liked
to drink water from the sink, so I turned the faucet on for a
few moments. I shut the door and hung my bathrobe on the
back. I pushed the plastic shower curtain aside to get into
the tub. I guess the noise frightened her. Pumpkin jumped
down from the counter and began her hissing and deep
growling. I asked her what her problem was. She bared her
teeth and leaped at me.

It's terrifying to stand naked and empty-handed when an angry
feline launches herself at you with mayhem in mind. At the
very last second I grabbed a towel on the rack next to the
tub and threw it over the cat. While she was fighting to
extricate herself I got into the tub and pulled the curtain
closed. I turned on the shower without waiting for the hot
water to arrive. She absolutely hates any water that isn't in
the sink or her water bowl. I stood there trembling, and it
wasn't from the cascade of cold water. When I finally
regained a minimum of my mental faculties, I remembered that
somewhere in the bathroom there was an aerosol can of air
freshener. Please, God, let it be where I can reach it
without getting out of the tub.

I went to the shower end of the tub, timorously pulled back
the curtain two inches and peeked out. There was the can,
sitting on the toilet tank right next to the tub. Thank you,
God. I reached out and grabbed it. Now at least I had a
weapon that Pumpkin hated almost as much as I feared her
teeth. But what could I do with it? At the shallow end of the
tub I again looked cautiously out. The cat snarled. Her
disposition hadn't improved any. I pulled the curtain closed
and tried to analyze my situation. I decided I may as well
take my shower while I was thinking. The warm water had
arrived.

Fifteen minutes later I turned the shower off and looked out
at the cat. She hadn't moved a millimeter from her guard
post. The fearsome feline was standing between me and the
closed bathroom door. I'd have to pass her to open the door.
Even with the air freshener, my chances of doing that
unscathed were nil. I always liked taking baths. This seemed
an opportune time to do that. For a half hour I soaked in hot
water. And I figured a way out of my cat-induced predicament.
It would take careful maneuvering, but as a data analyst I
calculated I had a better-than-fifty-percent chance of
surviving.

I let the water out of the tub, picked up the air freshener,
made sure my finger was on the button and the nozzle aimed
away from me, and pulled back the curtain just enough to
climb onto the toilet seat. I sprayed toward the cat before
she could get to me and climbed up on the counter next to the
toilet. Getting past the sink on my hands and knees while
holding the can at the ready proved to be a little more
difficult than I'd expected. My knee almost slipped off the
counter edge, but I made it safely to the other side of the
sink. I crawled to the door, spraying toward the cat just to
remind her I was packing. I turned the knob, opened the door,
and the cat chose to retreat into the hallway. I closed the
door, climbed down from the counter, and donned my bathrobe.
I opened the door a crack and peeked out. Pumpkin was still
in aggression mode. I sprayed air freshener at her and she
backed up a couple of feet. I opened the door and went into
the hall.

Growling, she began to creep toward me. I sprayed her again.
She stopped, but as I made my way to the family room she
began stalking me all the way. I exchanged the air freshener
for a spray water bottle. It occurred to me that Pumpkin
might benefit from another dose of Diazapam. That posed a
series of new problems. The medicine label instructions said
"by mouth," but I tried that only once. I reverted to my
son's system - put the medication on top of canned cat food.
First I had to get to the syringe I used to suck 1 to 1 1/2
ml of medication out of the bottle (I decided as a special
treat I'd give her two milliliters this time), get the dish
to put the food in, retrieve the can from the refrigerator,
spoon some into the food dish, and spray a healthy dose of
Diazapam on top, all the while keeping an eye out for the
cat. Both cats had encountered the water bottle from previous
indiscretions, and Pumpkin recognized I was carrying.
Satisfied for the moment with just hissing, she kept her
distance from me as I moved around the kitchen getting
everything ready. Finally, I set the dish down in its
accustomed place beside the cat climbing tower. But would she
eat it?

I got as far away from the dish as I could while still
keeping it in sight. Pumpkin approached the dish warily,
perhaps suspicious that I'd spiked it with something. I guess
the Diazapam tasted fairly good, because she began eating.
She only ate about half of it, though, so I got a few of the
Friskies cat treats that both felines dearly love, and when
Pumpkin moved away from the dish I sprinkled them on top of
the leftovers. She went back and finished her meal, even
licking the bottom of the dish clean. With the water bottle
in clear view I retreated to the bedroom and went to bed.

The next morning, Pumpkin seemed much calmer, even letting me
pet her. With the water bottle in reach I prepared another
dose and locked Tinkerbell in the laundry room, where we keep
their water and litterbox, so she wouldn't disturb Pumpkin's
breakfast.

Pumpkin ate most of her food and followed me to the laundry
room door. When I opened it and let Tinkerbell out, Pumpkin
immediately began hissing at her. When I yelled at Pumpkin,
she began showing her teeth, hissing and growling at me. I
had to spray her a couple of times to discourage whatever
evil intentions she had in mind before she ran away. Since
then she's been a peaceable puss, but I know it can't last.
My wife and I decided she needs to go back to Animal Control,
for good this time. Well, she was Rodger's cat to begin with.
She may be joining him soon.

-David DOUGLAS ('62) ~ Mesa, AZ  
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>>From: Duane LEE ('63)

Hi Maren, it's just Duane LEE ('63) with a sports report.

Richland started the district playoffs tonight (the 7th) with
a win over University 79 to 44. Those Bombers are running
and gunning. 

At half time, MAX Preps awarded a special trophy to the 2017
Bomber Football team. That's the organization that rated us
64th out of 16,000 high schools nationwide.

-Duane LEE ('63)
Sent from Mail for Windows 10
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>>From: Terry DAVIS Knox ('65)

To: Don Sorenson (NAB)

Hey Don,

I enjoy reading your pieces.

My mom and dad came up in '45 from Oklahoma. My dad got hired
as a security guard out in the area and my mom was very
pregnant with me. My sister was 2. They started out living in
Walla Walla because they couldn't find housing here. Then the
trailer camp out in North Richland. That sort of thing.

But your entry about payroll got me thinking about the many
times, later, when we'd be waiting round the back gate on
payday for my dad to get home off the bus with his check.
Those were good days.

Thanks for reminding me,

-Terry DAVIS Knox ('65)
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>>From: Don Sorenson (NAB)

To: David DOUGLAS ('62)

She worked for the Health Instruments (H I) Division along with
many other women keeping track of all those film badges and
gamma pencils. All badge houses (there were 6) were two
stories, patrol occupied the first floor while the H I girls
were upstairs preparing the gamma pencils for the oncoming
shift. The gamma pencils were read for the exposure taken by
the workers. As results were being neatly written on card
stock type records they were "hotdoggin" the pencils.
Hotdoggin was shaking the pencils in a vibrating machine to
de-energize them then each pencil is recharged and ready for
use. (Pencils were issued in pairs, what I can't remember is,
were the same two issued to the same worker?) With the
pencils ready for use they would clip them on the film badge
put them in trays and send them to Patrol on the dumb waiter.
Needless to say it was labor intensive especially during
badge exchange. It was all hands on deck with overtime for
everyone. 

Thanks for sharing your story. I've attached the
300 Area Badge House. 
http://AlumniSandstorm.com/Xtra/Sor/180208-Badge_House.jpg

I have others to share at a later date.

-Don L. Sorenson (NAB)
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Heard about this 21st Bomber death in 2018 today:

Bill ZILAR ('52-RIP) ~ **/**/**- - 2/4/18 
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Heard about this 22nd Bomber death in 2018 today:

Paul KRAUS ('52-RIP) ~ 12/23/34 - 2/2/18 
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That's it for today. Please send more.
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