|The old Waldo-Hancock Bridge|
The Waldo-Hancock bridge served faithfully for 70 some odd years, but by the start of the new millennia was showing its age and a major project was undertaken to rehabilitate it. In the process however, they discovered it had more problems than they had realized and could not be satisfactorily repaired. So they spent about 20 times the original cost of the bridge to do some temporary strengthening, then got to work on a new bridge about 10 feet to the south.
|Penobscot Narrows Bridge from the east...|
|... and from the west|
|Bucksport from the observatory|
|View across the bridge from the tower - you can see the pylon from the old bridge which was demolished in 2013|
|Fort Knox entrance|
|View of the fort from the bridge tower|
|10 inch gun threw a 100 lb. ball up to 2 miles|
As for Hotlips' fictional hubby, I don't think Penobscot was ever actually used as a family name in real life. The Maine phone directory shows no one named Penobscot and extending the search to New York and Massachusetts still comes up with zilch. So my original speculation still stands. They just used the name because the writers thought it sounded funny. After all, the writers were all Californians too.
|Civil War era medical transport|
|Parade ground inside Fort Knox|
Last winter we spent three months working on the Navajo reservation in Arizona. After a few months to sort through her feelings about it, Vicki has written up her impressions of the experience which we will be including in segments over the next few posts
Working in Chinle
By Vicki Rains
|Chinle healthcare facility|
The visits were 20 minutes each, which was fine for straight forward ambulatory patients and follow ups but for patients who were new to us and had multiple medical problems it was difficult. The reason is the computer program. It was not a terribly bad program but nobody bothered to orient us on it. We got about a ½ hour video on it and that was it. Fortunately we both are pretty computer literate but at the beginning we were constantly having to ask a doctor or NP how to do something. Since they hadn’t been trained any better, they didn’t always know the answers. When we went looking for someone, they weren’t always available so we had to wait. Even after 3 months there were still things we didn’t know how to do.
|A day trip to Monument Valley|
One of my challenges while working in Chinle was to see if I could still work as a general internist. I started my geriatric fellowship in 1987 and haven’t done pure internal medicine in a clinic since then. I am happy to say that my skills came back readily. The drug formulary, in order to have reduced costs, consisted mostly of generic drugs I prescribed way back when. Yes, I succeeded, but I didn’t really like it. I remembered why I went into geriatrics and then into hospice and palliative care.
Before we left for Chinle I interviewed for a job with Vitas Hospice. Yes, it’s the company I used to work for. Fortunately, the general manager that I despised had left. I started working for Vitas again when I got back to California from Chinle. The job I have now is part of what I used to have to do 2 years ago before I quit. I can do it anywhere in the country as long as I have access to a phone and internet. It takes me about an hour a day. When I am in SoCal I can potentially do patient visits and cover team meetings. This way I can keep my hospice skills intact.
|Spider Rock in Canyon de Chelly right next to Chinle|