Wednesday, January 20, 2021

The Pearls I Do have


 

Last evening as I was waiting to start teaching my Zoom class someone asked the group a question. “Does everyone have their pearls for tomorrow?”  I answered,   “No I don’t have any pearls because I left my strand in Seattle”


Several hours later I thought about a necklace I had. It actually does look like pearls.

They are not the real pearls I wanted, but they are the “pearls” I have.  I will wear those today, January 20, 2021, Inauguration Day, to honor our new Vice President Kamala Harris. 


The thought came to me, isn’t this like this past election, or any election when a person’s preferred candidates don’t win. They may not be the ones I want, but they are the  ones I have. I will  work with those officials for the next four years. This is what has helped us move forward as a country. Our candidates have not always won. However we’ve made do with what we had. 


In these next four years I am asking my friends and any family that didn’t get their choice to join as family. If all you can do is make do, then make do.  Let’s move our country forward and not backward. Let’s keep trying to form that more perfect union. This is our country the  land that we all love. Like me and my second choice for pearls, let’s use what we have. 


Preamble to the Constitution

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

Friday, January 15, 2021

Why the Post Office May Take Years to Repair.


 The elections over but the damage to the United Post Office ability to efficiently get mail out may last for a long time.  #45’s appointed Postmaster General Louis DeJoy said it was a cost cutting measure to get rid of these machines citing declining mail volume. The most important machine removed was  the Delivery Bar Code Sorter machines (DBCS).

“The people who run and maintain -- and who were being told to dismantle -- these machines tell CNN they can sort roughly 30,000 envelopes an hour”

The problem is  DeJoy did not have a plan on what to do with the mail that still need to be sorted.  My father worked for the U.S. Postal service for forty-three years in the Railway Post Office. For most of his working life his primary route  was between New York and Pittsburgh.  These men, and they were all men, also carried Government issued side arms incase of attempted train robberies.  

Each man had to know the name of every little  teeny tiny town in the state in which they were sorting mail. If you would have asked my father the name of any town in Pennsylvania  he could tell you. He had to know this information by memory. They sorted the mail eight hours  on the way to Pittsburgh and eight hours coming back to Philly or New York.  Not only that, they were not allowed to make mistakes. They got tested every, I think it was, six months. If they made  a certain number of mistakes, the person would lose their job. The cycle of testing  never stopped and went on for decades. 

Once that train started the mail for the small towns on the route had to be  sorted and ready to be thrown out of a moving train to be caught by  an electronic arm as they approached that town. Their working spaces  spaces were tiny and the pressure to get the mail sorted efficiently was intense. Plus the Black men  had to deal with anger by  their  white colleagues who demonstrated they didn’t think a black man should have, what was then, a very good job. Therefore the black men  were constantly harassed by the white men. They knew if they got in a fight that would be the end of their jobs, so they endured the harassment. An aside, when they got to Pittsburgh where they had to spend the night they could not stay in the hotels as the white men did. They had to find their own accommodations in the black part of town.  

However, all of the men black and white took great pride in being part of a well run postal service and getting things right. When the mail got to the towns the mail was sorted by experienced people too. Then the mail sent out across the city.   In the local post offices  in big cities  it was  again sorted for delivery. 

When those mail sorting machines were broken and destroyed sorting mail became a nightmare. You see in recent years by the time the mail got to the local post offices it was racked and rolled. That means it was already sorted for delivery to the various  residences and business in the neighborhoods  The collision of the pandemic, and the explosive growth online shopping further added to the nightmare scenario which the U.S. Postal service is experiencing.

When those machines were taken  out and destroyed  long gone were the people who once knew how to sort volumes of mail by hand. That is why it may take a very long time to make a once proud institution viable and efficient again.

The legacy of an inefficient administration will plague all us who are dependent on an efficient mail service  for a while longer. 


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