the Forty Year Old Probie

August 3rd, 2006 by astros

I’ve been waiting along time to make this post. The reason for the delay is that the process I underwent was tedious and frustrating, but apparently well worth it.

Long and short of it is I got hired by the Schenectady Fire Department as a Firefighter Paramedic. I have 100%cleared, I signed the oath of office today- I’m in. We leave for the NYS fire academy Sunday AM. It is the happiest news I have had in a long time. Destiny and I have been busting our asses and we finally caught a big break. It is my dream job to boot. Schenectady is a rough urban setting- real firefighting and street medicine. Per capita, there is only one city in New York State with more fires- that would be NYC.

For everyone who has wished me well, told me I could do it if I really wanted it, and sent good thoughts and prayers, THANK YOU. I honestly thought I had a snowball’s chance in hell of pulling this off. My higher power kicks ass.

SFD doesn’t have a website as such, but here is a bulletin board with news stories.

(Some of the local fire volunteer companies show up there. You can tell the difference between and them and the city cuz their houses burn down (except for Mighty Scotia).

I’ll keep you posted. RC

flickr

May 20th, 2006 by astros

Pictures on flickr

http://www.flickr.com/photos/85009497@N00/

Not a whole lot up there now, but more soon. That would be the place to check for pics from now on. I will throw some up here tho. If you have anything you want me to post, send it on…

I am having abdominal surgery next week- wish me the best- hopefully not a big deal.  Tests for Scotia, Schenectady, Niskayuna and Albany FD next month! Don’t get bent over my flickr username, that was meant to crackup Gerald Azenaro so I could look at his awesome stuff. I never thought I’d wind up using it. Click on my contacts to view Gaz’s great photos. If you miss NBPT he brings you right back home like only a real native can.

guitar tweaking

May 14th, 2006 by astros

I have been wanting a new guitar but am too broke. I had this project tele affinity on which I had previously butterscotch nitroed the neck, slapped in a protone pickup and a mini humbucker in the neck. The pickups were very microphonic and icky. The frets were sharp and overall it just collected dust. I love turning junkers into players and this was my next project. Guitar Fetish is a new company from they guy who made the Bedrock amps back in the 80s and 90s. The parts are inexpensive and I bought tuners, bridge saddles and 2 pickups on the bedrock reputation alone.  Of the 15 or so guitars I have tweaked this is a fave. The tuners are for my esquire, as the affinity has new pings which are fine. Enjoy the pics, I am hoping to save for a Xaviere XL-500 cherry sunburst after paramedic school ends. The affinity now sounds dynamic, responsive to touch and really sweet. It does lack the extreme headroom (maybe shrill) sound of the tele, but retains the other characteristics. I really like these pickups and saddles, for the price, you can’t loose. I love Bill Lawrence and his products/philosophy, but GFS is running right up his coattails. The real winner is the NECK PICKUP. Not something you hear associated with teles very often, this one is a winner, period. What I tried to do with the miniHB has been accomplished. I am very satisifed.

P1010001 my shop

P1010003 before

HBs old monitorsP1010002P1010004 P1010005 upgraded with ping tuners

P1010006 GFS telecaster pickups

they look like the old monstertones schecter used back in the day

P1010007 A fret polishing template I cut from cardboard- scapels are an essential guitar tool.

P1010008 0000 steel wool, cover you pickups when you do this- the magnets pick up the filings and can squeal.

P1010009 dressing the frets ends- they were like barded wire- now smooth and silky.

P1010010 new saddles, these are from GFS and they first thing I noticed was how great the guitar sounded unplugged with these new saddles.

P1010011 radius gauge, I actually went with 9.5- very important to a good set up.

P1010012 here it is.

P1010013 pickups are in!

P1010014 Abend products together!

P1010015 its not a BC 75- I think its a 1200 in a voxy body. It is an absolutely kick ass amp. serial number 89 #####

this explains alot

April 23rd, 2006 by astros

My mothers maiden name is Muldoon- fucking IRISH! Her grandfathers name is William Muldoon. He was the first American to be put on a sports card- he was a wrestler when wrestling was a sport. He was the personal trainer for the greatest boxer ever, John L. Sullivan, another mick.

My Mom’s Dad was a Lieutenant in the Newton Fire Department, and 2 of her Irish assed brothers were firefighters in metro Boston as well.

I like to Box and I like to put out fires. Now if I can just figure out who the psychotic alcoholic is…  Wait- that’s me!

http://www.ibhof.com/muldoon.htm

Muld2 Muld1 Muld3 Newtonfd Needhamfd

who I rolled with then

http://www.townofnewbury.org/bfd/byfieldfire.htm

who I roll with now

http://www.scotiafire.com/

next up…

http://www.geocities.com/CapitolHill/Lobby/4885/

Nysmedic_patch right after I finish this.

Medic school is going well, we are in cardiology, the meat and taters of the course. I think its fun and fairly straight forward.

Destiny visited Astro in NH and he is a happy pup, I have been feeling melancholy. I am missing Massachusetts, my friends, I visit my old school pals on the web. I may put an effort out to contact them, but have been feeling somewhat icky about the last few years of my drinking in NBPT. I turned into the guy that everyone avoided and said ‘why doesn’t he take it easy or just not drink’ and wonder what sort of amazing bullshit I pulled then. I have no idea. But all is good today.

In NYS i have been able to get educated well and on the cheap, I got a full scholarship- retroactive, the checks are coming in soon, the are Paramedic programs out here you can actually attend, and when I really miss Mass I think of the cost of our house in a Nice Village in the Mass Vt border. about 1/4 of the price of a comparable house in Mass. The dollar goes further out here, and the people are friendly. Most importantly, my kids are close by.

I miss Roby, Gerald, Scott and the whole Inn Street- 19 1/2 Prospect Street Crew, Jeff Hitman/Bruiser, HB2, Trevor, the Byfield FD guys who I can still call friends. AL and Joannie. Alec and Tommy. MARLYN!!! Where are you? Boo Frickin Hoo.

I got my teles and my amps plugged in again yesteday and opened the bedrock up- sounds better every time.

Pics soon.

Peace

Dickie

How I know I am not gay

March 11th, 2006 by astros

Got a rare weeknight at home with Destiny whom has been infirmed lately due to a fall, she hurt her tail bone and walks around saying ‘Oy! Mine tuckus hoirts!’.

We watched PBS as we dumped satelite to save money, and network TV sucks. Well March is in fact membership month and the blockbusters have been coming left and right. Thursday night it was Barry Manilow, and I gotta tell you, I enjoyed it. Lots of songs I remember from a kid, and MIke Costa is going to forbid me from marrying his daughter now. I kinda look at him as a Frank Sinatra or Dino and Sammy Davis Jr, only less sinister and really, really, gay.  There crowd was chock full of homos and Destiny said ‘I would love to go see him with a bunch of queens!’.  I thought that would be a drag and thats how I know I am not gay.

I miss the olympics, enjoy the pics.

Is this a real woman?Barrymanilow002 Bm Barry20manilow

how I spent my summer…

October 21st, 2005 by astros

Paramedic school is really taking it out of me. No time for anything but work, school, meetings and family stuff. It is going well, not to brag, but right now i have the highest GPA in the frickin class.

Some of you know I was in Gloucester this summer. Here is a story on my morning class- I had one in the pm as well.

Putting dreams into reality
  Gloucester Daily Times, October 10, 2005

By Richard Gaines, staff writer


Misty Amero, a recent graduate from Action’s Health Care Industry
Program, takes Susan Levasseur’s blood pressure while working at Family
Medical Associates as a part time medical assistant.

 

Seven
months of five-hour days, four days a week locked in a classroom
learning anatomy, medical law and ethics, the language of medicine,
office and clinical skills, blood taking and other tests.

For 16 low-income, high-responsibility women, the work was perhaps the
toughest thing they ever did besides what they did before they went
back to school.

Eight years out of Gloucester High School, Misty Amero was trying to
raise two kids without their father’s help and without a job — after
the death of the elderly patient she had cared for as a certified
nursing assistant.

"I’m 26, and I was just getting tired of all the things I tried," she
said. "I said to myself, ‘Self, why do I have to settle?’ All mothers
are multi-taskers, and all of us have done a 180 or a 360 or whatever
it is. It’s a scary world out there. My greatest fear was starting at
the bottom, but we can start over as many times as we need to."

Amero’s latest starting over — in the Health Care Industry Career
Program, run jointly by Action Inc. and the Millennium Training
Institute — could well be her last for a while.

She gave the valedictory address last week to 13 other graduates
honored at graduation ceremonies Tuesday night at the Gloucester House
restaurant. They already have been welcome into professional health
care positions, most still as unpaid interns but all with realistic
expectations to stick it out and proceed up a career path in the field
that is today hungriest for new entrants in the local market.

Amero already got her paid-job offer — from Family Medical Associates,
a busy group practice in Manchester — as a part-time medical assistant
in the field of her dreams.

"I always knew I wanted to be in the medical field," she said in an
interview, noting she has two other steppingstones in her sights. She
has enrolled at North Shore Community College on the way to the big
prize: Becoming a nurse.

Elizabeth Hill, administrator for the eight-physician practice, said
Amero has more then lived up to the raves she received in the pitch
from Action’s Patty Bongiorno, who sought spots in which the students,
women ages 22 to 55, could complete their 120-hour internship that is
part of the curriculum.

Hill said within a few hours, Amero had picked up the essential
intricacies of the practice and announced she’d fallen "in love" with
the office. It was requited.

She began volunteering to work nights and special shifts to extend her part-time hours.

"We hadn’t done this before," said Hill, "but I thought we should be
helping women trying to get back into the working world."

Her selection to deliver the valedictory speech didn’t result from best
grades. The Action-Millennium program is pass/fail and any of Amero’s
colleagues who accepted diplomas from Action’s Bongiorno and Ronna
Resnick could have talked about reviving their careers.

It was Bongiorno and Resnick who together convinced the for-profit
company Millennium to partner with their nonprofit economic opportunity
and social agency, then wrote the grant proposal to the Massachusetts
Department of Workforce Development last year that scored $200,000 to
underwrite the program.

Millennium vice president Kevin O’Brien told the graduates, their
families and friends and Mayor John Bell the Action duo moved with
lightening-like speed putting the grant application together. He
recalled Resnick’s certainty that "we can get this done" despite
starting not two weeks ahead of the filing deadline.

He called the partnership with the nonprofit "very unique," but
essential. Action had the clients — women like Amero, underemployed and
overworked at home in its database of 5,000 on Cape Ann — and
Millennium had the expertise in job training.

The state recognized the assets in mixed marriage by making it the only
exurban recipient of the five grants it approved. The other four went
to programs operating in metropolitan Boston.

A second class, selected under criteria of eighth-grade reading and
math skills plus well-organized support systems to allow full
commitment to the classroom, began Thursday for 16 more aspiring
medical field professionals.

Lest the new enrollees get the wrong idea, they can check with Amero or
her classmate, 35-year-old Lori Keyes, who moved out of Gloucester and
dropped out of the high school class of ‘88. She bounced around odd
jobs, cashiering and the like. She was married, had two kids and got
divorced.

"It was a bad divorce. Financially I was a complete wreck," she said.
"I never wanted to be in such a bad financial situation again."

She then found herself attracted to the Action-Millennium program by an advertisement for students in the Times.

"The whole experience gave me so much self-esteem back that the divorce had taken away," she said.

Keyes graduated into an internship at Northeast Health System’s Hunt
Center for Healthy Aging in Danvers and is planning to enroll in North
Shore Community College’s radiology technology program to become a
technician.

She said the Hunt Center wants her to have a job, which might open up in January.

Organizing her life — she had to account for Emily, 13, and Jason, 8 —
to clear time for the classwork was difficult, involving "neighbors,
friends and family" and meant she had to give up working to clear her
schedule.

But it was worth it. Emily, who sat with her brother at graduation, learned to cook.

"I can cook macaroni," she said.

And
she learned about the importance of education. For now, Emily, too,
wants to be an X-ray technician, though her mother wisely assumes that
will change over time.

At home in the evenings, Mother would sit next to her children while they all did homework

.

"I take care of people," said Keyes. "That’s what I do — a daughter, a man, a friend."

At the Action-Millennium classes, she learned how to turn that into a
career and thought to herself, "I did extremely well in class, maybe
this is something I can do."

I am a proud Papa.

Pics soon.

fatal fire

September 26th, 2005 by astros

One week ago I was sent to the scene of a fatal fire in Schenectady with Scotia. 2 kids, one 23 months and (I think) a three year old were killed in the fire. Aside from the mind bending tradegy, the fire was very wierd. The kids were on the 1st floor and the original reports were that there were 4 kids inside, we were sent to do a secondary search on floors 2 and the attic. Search was negative (thank God) and we hotspotted the fire on the second floor then the attic once it was vented. It was a hot fire. EVERYTHING from the ceiling to the floor was burnt away on floors 1 and 2 in every room.  I will try to post a link to a news story. I feel comfortable walking around Roxbury and Dorchester. This neighborhood had me worried. There was a crowd of about 200 people on the street, fights were breaking out, totally chaotic. I had to go to the engine to grab some box lights which was at the end of the block beyond the yellow tape- I RAN up and back. Totally soaked gear and an air pack and tools and I RAN.

http://www.capitalnews9.com/content/your_news/capital_region/default.asp?ArID=149906

E-201 at the end of the clip- also I got the inside view of the roof being opened up.

http://timesunion.com/AspStories/story.asp?storyID=400690&category=REGIONOTHER&BCCode=HOME&newsdate=9/20/2005

I got my Civil Service test results- I got a 95, placed 2 for Scotia and 8 for Schenectady (this is very good) I saw over 100 people at the test- I want to get on Schenectady- they work and get real calls, every shift.

Peace out nikkas.

Yeat! Wee! Huh?

July 20th, 2005 by astros

So what’s this all about? I hate to be a spoiler, but the good people of Newburyport have taken a staple in the Bubba vernacular and ruined it, much as they have everything in the ‘Port.  For me, YEAT has always meant ‘you eat’ or ‘ya eat’. I have heard ‘yeat da bun’ once or twice, a long time ago, like 1978.

YEAT was a derogatory statement (used by kids in both the North and South end of town, both mildly rugged in their own way) meaning "YOU EAT". What are the victuals in question? Genitals of some variety (there are only 2 or 3 choices). If you yelled "YEAT" at a girl, particularly with a guttural emphasis, you may face the wrath of her or her brother/father/boyfriend/cousin-boyfriend, as it inferred that you want the girl in question to eat your genitals.

I love watching the yuppies drive with those stupid euro ID white oval stickers on their cars with YEAT emblazoned upon it. There are those who buy them and really mean it. A blazing middle finger to ‘the pilgrims’. The easiest way to differentiate between the two is to call out "YEAT". A puzzled look or a weak response is a dead give away. To natives, YEAT has morphed a bit into a friendly greeting, but only to other ‘portbubs.

On to WEE. Now, this one is different. Having spent 3 years immersed in the culture (dripping sarcasm) of B-Y-F-I-E-L-D! Byfield, Byfield, WEE! WEE! WEE!, I had to adjust my trademark jeer. I never really adapted tho. I am not a WEE kinda guy. It doesn’t sound natural coming from my mouth as I am not a Byfielder. I was born 3 miles away in West Newbury, but that might as well have been the Flungpu province of China. Wee is used as a greeting, alot like Aloha (Thanks to Pete Eaton for the enlightenment). I have seen guys walk into the fire station and say nothing other than WEE as if saying hi. It was answered by another legitimate WEE and it spoke volumes. My jaw hit the floor.

WEE is also used as an authentication. WEE answered by a legitimate WEE is an instant born and bred in Byfield beacon. I salute and respect that, but this has also been hijacked by some asshole who has made the little white oval stickers and silly post-9/11 jingoistic barf bag of a tee shirt that reads "Let WEEdom ring". 

Now Seabrookers, they don’t fuck around, they just throw rocks.

My name

July 14th, 2005 by astros

My parents blessed me with a pretty cool name- Richard Wylie Curtis. Its got it all, Dad’s waspiness and Mom’s Boston Irish/Scottish thang in the middle (although Muldoon would have been cooler). Being from a different generation and planet, they didn’t choose the heppest nickname for me.

Richard may have the largest number of nickname variants out there. Chad, Rick, Rickie, Richie, and what my parents cursed me with- Dickie.

Dad called me Dick, and the females in my family (all of my siblings and Mom) called me DickieDickie. Say it- Dickie. Cute, no? Little blue eyed kid, missing front tooth- DickieDickie is a good West Newbury name, where there are no scummy, bad, malevolent people and you’re the richest family in town.  When we moved to Newburyport (1978- the ‘port was still a nice sleazy fishing town overrun by drug crazed hippies with a cool toy shop that sold corgi cars), Dickie wasn’t going to fly- I thought it was cuz we were broke. Dick had a much manlier (little did I know) feel to it.  So my friends called me Dick.

  • got any gum on ya, Dick?
  • got a needle Dick?
  • got a pencil Dick?
  • is that Dick Brown?
  • is that Dick Hurtz from Holden?

After moving around the country and living in whiz bang dynamo towns like Georgetown, MA, Hinsdale, NH and Beaufort, SC, I unceremoniously arrived back in the ‘port. I quickly changed my name back to Richard. A few years ago I tried Dickie again in a new town in Maine (by the way- nice tooth is NOT a compliment, especially in Biddeford). So I have a multitude of friends and aquaintances and ex’s and I can’t remember what my name was. Thanks Mom, thanks Dad.  I love you.

Call me Authur- King of the Britains.

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