I planned, I researched and I searched the net. Then I went and it was ten times better than I thought it would have. I spent two weeks moving up and down the coastal highway. The sights were to be loved and remembered, the videos to always look at, new details to find with each viewing. I met a man in Jenna who lived in Sacramento who hadn't been to the coast since he was a boy. We were about the same age and I thought of all the places I had been since I began to drive and I thought what could have anchored someone in one spot for so long must have been very absorbing and consuming. The first place on the schedule was St. Helena and that was a hard place to find from Sacramento without any local maps and ended up driving in the wrong direction the first two or three hours and then found the direction and still ended up driving over the mountains on 128 to 29 and that was an experience. The next day I drove over the mountains again, this time to Glen Ellen where Jack London State Park was. That was another headache finding even with detailed driving directions. On the way back I decided to stay on the main highway and found out I should have taken the mountain road back and cut my travel time to a third. After that my next destination was Clearlake. That was the most winding road of the whole trip from Calistoga to Clearlake and probably the biggest elevation change too. I looked at property in Clearlake and all around it. I blew into town late on the first day I was there most of the next and I toured a couple of houses and tracked down several that were in the MLS listings. I was definitely not impressed with the character of the old commence center except for one restaurant that looked like it had something happening.
Death and the quota system
Posted 07-20-2010 at 05:08 PM by Profiler
I've been thinking about some events that I had obeserved in the past that made me wonder. Does death linger in a particular place or maybe have a quota?
Back in ninteen eighty two a forty story constrution project on N. Bayshore drive in Miami was in full swing and the structure was two thirds complete. There were police cars and fire department vehicles lined up in front of the project one morning. It had been an argument between two security guards that had esclated into an old fasioned show down between the two drawing their weapons and shooting each other. One died and the other wounded. The one that survived was eventually sent to prison.
Later when the structure was almost complete an iron worker and a carpenter were in constant friction with each other over the completion of the deck form to have it ready for concrete. Everything was on a hairline schedule and the pressure was immense. The carpenter finally snapped and walked up to the iron worker from behind and swung full force with his framing hammer and caved in the back of the mans head. By the miracle of modern medicine the man survived with the addition of a metal plate to his head. The carpenter tried to leave the job by calmly walking down off the form deck and catching the personnel and material hoist to make his escape, but was caught when he got off at the bottom. He was sentenced to a long term in prison for attempted murder.
Fast forward to nineteen ninty nine. The same building has been open for over ten years. A man is in a lovers quarrel with someone and is locked out of their condo. He knocks on the door of his neighbor and convinces them to let him go out on their balcony to continue his pleading from there. What he ends up doing is removing his shoes and attempting to jump from their balcony to the next. He doesn't make it and falls to his death fourteen stroies below on the underground parking garage ramp. He ended up face down and a small trickle of blood ran down the ramp. It was not more than ten or fifteen feet from where the security guards had fallen those many years before and not more than seventy feet from where the carpenter had been caught.
These events are what have given me the notion that certain places are more prone to deaths occuring violently than others and are what can simply be decribed as jinxed. I'm sure that many would feel that these are random events, but are they? Maybe death has a quota for a certain place and that quota has to be filled. It is said that in the realm of possibilites everything is possible so my thoughts may not be so impossible and maybe in fact the truth.
Back in ninteen eighty two a forty story constrution project on N. Bayshore drive in Miami was in full swing and the structure was two thirds complete. There were police cars and fire department vehicles lined up in front of the project one morning. It had been an argument between two security guards that had esclated into an old fasioned show down between the two drawing their weapons and shooting each other. One died and the other wounded. The one that survived was eventually sent to prison.
Later when the structure was almost complete an iron worker and a carpenter were in constant friction with each other over the completion of the deck form to have it ready for concrete. Everything was on a hairline schedule and the pressure was immense. The carpenter finally snapped and walked up to the iron worker from behind and swung full force with his framing hammer and caved in the back of the mans head. By the miracle of modern medicine the man survived with the addition of a metal plate to his head. The carpenter tried to leave the job by calmly walking down off the form deck and catching the personnel and material hoist to make his escape, but was caught when he got off at the bottom. He was sentenced to a long term in prison for attempted murder.
Fast forward to nineteen ninty nine. The same building has been open for over ten years. A man is in a lovers quarrel with someone and is locked out of their condo. He knocks on the door of his neighbor and convinces them to let him go out on their balcony to continue his pleading from there. What he ends up doing is removing his shoes and attempting to jump from their balcony to the next. He doesn't make it and falls to his death fourteen stroies below on the underground parking garage ramp. He ended up face down and a small trickle of blood ran down the ramp. It was not more than ten or fifteen feet from where the security guards had fallen those many years before and not more than seventy feet from where the carpenter had been caught.
These events are what have given me the notion that certain places are more prone to deaths occuring violently than others and are what can simply be decribed as jinxed. I'm sure that many would feel that these are random events, but are they? Maybe death has a quota for a certain place and that quota has to be filled. It is said that in the realm of possibilites everything is possible so my thoughts may not be so impossible and maybe in fact the truth.
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