The good news is; the ground is too warm and it’s melting as soon as it hits. The bad news is; it’s snowing again in central North Carolina. I know some will take joy at those last two sentences, you know who you are, (wtf indeed) but I figure since I have, on occasion, weather shamed here, I’ve got to own up to the shite weather too so…
This one has percolated far too long so I’m just gonna move on and let it go where it may cause I need to post something for chrissakes. Bear in mind the timeline is a wee bit off, but still.
Before I get to the titular topic, I’m gonna drop some, well I wouldn’t exactly call it filler, but rather, the events of my last few days.
As I mentioned at the end of my last post, I’m (*timeline alert*) currently traveling via Amtrak back to North Carolina from Washington D.C. where several hundred union firefighters met with our elected officials to promote legislation to try to improve working conditions, health, and safety or firefighters across the country. It’s an annual pilgrimage where, in addition to fighting the “good fight” we also get the chance to catch up with our brothers and sisters from across the country.
Let me amend something from the previous paragraph… Due to track work, we’re currently crawling through Richmond, VA on the way back to NC. Grand scheme of things it’s not that big of a deal, it’s not like I have any plans this evening so it really doesn’t matter if I get back later than I planned. Just an inconvenience. Over all, I’ve really enjoyed this trip to and from D.C. and I’ll definitely look for more trips to take by rail in the future.
As with air travel, you cross paths with a unique cross-section of America when you use mass transit. For instance –
I witnessed one of the more unique drink combinations ever on that same leg of the trip. The woman sitting next to me for a couple of hours ordered, and I swear to you I’m taking no literary license with this; a hot tea with 2 creamers, 2 honey packets, 4 Splenda, and 2 sugars. Again, I’m not even joking. Talk about diversification of your sugar portfolio (h/t to Kent for that line btw)
Also, I continue to be amazed at the attire some people choose for their travels. Again, no throwing of stones intended, and I get it that you choose comfort over almost anything else, but what part of your brain says it’s ok to wear, essentially, pajamas on public mass transportation? And if you’re that committed to comfort, why not go all the way and leave the gym shoes at home? Slippers would be the perfect match to your jammies, no?
Now that I’ve got that out-of-the-way, let’s talk about Leaders.
Leaders lead. It’s what they do, which makes for an easy way to title them. Leaders, when they no longer lead, are, imho, no longer leaders. I can point, with relative ease, to an example that hits close to home for me and also for many of my regular readers. My union. Not at the local level and not at the state level. Those two groups are both blessed with dedicated, hard-working, responsive, and responsible leadership.
Not so much at the national level.
Throughout the entirety of my career in the fire service, I was taught that leaders lead. They decide things. Sometimes they are faced with two or more awful options and must choose the most palatable. Or the least offensive. And they need to prepare, both themselves and those for whom they’re charged with advocating, for whatever outcome their decision elicits. That’s what leaders do. They don’t “sit one out” they choose. If they get pushback from the rank and file, they explain their rationale.
I may have mentioned this here at some point over the last couple years, but I feel strongly enough about this that, frankly, I don’t care and I’ll gladly repeat myself. Without getting too much into my personal politics (and if you spend any time here, you probably know what way I lean) in the build up to the 2016 election, my union chose not to endorse anyone. Neither candidate. In my time in this great union, I have been told, countless times – “we support those that support us, regardless of whether their name has a ‘D’ or ‘R’ after it.” and I have taken that very phrase back to my local as well as at numerous meetings across the state of Illinois as a member of our Labor History committee. And I believed those words. They were important to me. I know a lot of guys on-the-job that are far more conservative than I am. And that’s fine. I respect your right to an opposing opinion on many topics. But, to me, the opinion that outweighs them all is this one. Does a candidate or an incumbent politician support my position as a member of Organized Labor? That’s the one that gets my vote.
You know what? I can’t even finish on this leadership (or lack of same) rant. It’s frickin’ SNOWING here. In North Carolina. On March 21st. The day after the Vernal Equinox. Sure it’ll get “up” into the mid 40’s today but come on.
Sigh.
Peace.
PS – As I wrote here I was asked to contribute a regular column at the official retired guy magazine for the Illinois Association of Retired Firefighters. I was, of course, thrilled at the offer. I also felt like they should get some kind of exclusivity so I declined to post that column here. However, since the newest edition is currently going to press (sounds so official doesn’t it?) I figure it’s probably ok to share my pearls of wisdom *snark* here now. So that’ll be coming up in a couple days…