I was working as a temp at Fred Jones Manufacturing, about of mile, as the crow flies, from the Murrah building. The week before our fire alarms had gone off. Someone on the third floor had run into one of the sprinklers with a forklift. Because of all the volatile chemicals present in the building, once the alarms went off we had to evacuate, even though we knew in five minutes what had happened. But alarms in our building went off simultaneously at the nearest fire station so we were required to wait until we had an all clear from the firemen before we could return. When we felt the blast we just figured this time someone had dropped a forklift. We got up and prepared to head downstairs expecting to evacuate again. On our way to the stairs we looked in the offices to the east to see if they, too, were preparing to leave the building. ThatÂs when we saw the smoke and all the papers flying around in the street below us. All the plate glass windows on the ground floor shattered, and you could smell the stench. Many of the smaller windows on the upper floors were cracked, and the blast put a crack in the east wall of the building, originally completed in 1916, that was not there before. Two of the men I worked with lost their wives. They both worked for HUD and were at the sign-in desk when the bomb went off. One had been married about 12 years at the time. They had spent most of their first ten years of marriage trying to have a child. Finally, about a year before the bombing they had a little boy. Until about a month prior to the bombing he had been in the day care center in the Murrah building. They had taken him back the week before the bombing for a birthday party. They took lots of pictures of all the kids at the party. He was asked to take those pictures and go to Denver to testify during the sentencing phase of the trial. Poor man, he was so grief-stricken at losing his wife that he moved back in with his mother to have help with the little boy and never again lived in the house heÂd shared with his wife. Another man had a "near miss" with his wife. She also worked for HUD and, under normal circumstances, would have been right there with the other two menÂs wives, but her job involved travel to Indian communities. She had a regularly scheduled travel date that conflicted with their only childÂs, a daughter, soccer game so she traded and traveled on the 19th to be home for the girlÂs soccer game. My daughter and her best friend, just two years out of high school, were both working evening shifts. My daughter was waiting tables at a restaurant near our apartment, and her friend worked at the sign-in desk at what was then the Westin Hotel downtown. I think itÂs now a Sheraton. Being accustomed to staying up late they didnÂt wake up until maybe 10 am. Once they heard the news they took off together to see what they could do to help. First they tried the Oklahoma Blood Institute which had put out a call for O negative donations (my daughter is not O negative, not sure about her friend), but every donation center was swamped. They had to turn away people because there would simply not be enough time in the day to take that many donations. They went to a fabric store to buy ribbons. No ribbon color had yet been selected to represent the city and the tragedy so they picked purple. Late that first night they took their spools of ribbon downtown and tied them around all the poles along the marked off perimeter of the area. The next night a policeman would remember having seen my daughter tying ribbons. Next they tried volunteering for anything that was needed. Again, they were turned away everywhere because everyone was swamped with people volunteering to help. They finally managed to convince someone, Red Cross I think, that they had something to offer most of their other volunteers didnÂt. They were young, worked evenings, and were accustomed to being up very late. They could be there to help in the middle of the night when most of their other volunteers needed to get some rest. Mostly they just served drinks to the rescuers, police, and others working on the rescue effort. This is when the policeman remembered seeing my daughter tying ribbons the night before. My daughterÂs friend "caught" a rescue worker buying himself a soft drink from a vending machine on the hotelÂs first floor. She "scolded" him and pointed out that one flight up, on the Mezzanine, rescue workers were being provided drinks for free. I remember a news article where some of the rescuers who came from New York remarked about how in 1993, the first time the World Trade Center was attacked, street vendors showed up charging outrageous prices for coffee and sandwiches. Here, we pretty much fed them for free. Cots were set up in the convention center for the rescuers to sleep rather than them having to pay for hotel accommodations, and the governorÂs wife worked with local florists to see that a rose was placed on each cot every night. Whenever the rescue effort put out a call for supplies, I specifically remember boots for the search dogs, in short order they would be literally inundated. WeÂd hear the local news people ask for something then the next thing you hear is, "Please, we have enough of this, no more!" I have a friend who was still active in Boy Scouts then, both his sons were in Scouting. He remembers sitting at the Channel 5 location with a semi trailer taking donations. He says the line of cars waiting to drop things off was enormous. He especially remembers a little old lady; he says she probably could hardly walk, driving up bringing goods and then insisting on also writing a check to help out. Sometime in the late Â90s I took my first, and so far only, tour of the Crystal Bridge. I donÂt remember where in the gardens it is, and I donÂt even remember what exactly it is, but somewhere is a tree, small when I saw it, with a plaque in front of it that states the tree is a thank you gift to the city from rescuers who came from Arizona. I canÂt explain how perplexed I was when I read the plaque. They came to help us. It is we who should thank them, but there I was staring at a tree these Arizonans gave us in thanks. I think that gesture says a lot about who we are and how we were perceived in the immediate aftermath of the bombing. We have another anniversary this week. While the environmentalists co-opted it some years ago for "Earth Day" for me it will always be the anniversary of the run of Â89. Thousands of brave souls came looking for a new life, but one that they would have to carve out of the wilderness by their own efforts and hard work, having no one else to rely on but themselves and their neighbors. Less than twenty years later Oklahoma Territory joined with Indian Territory, another situation where people had to make a new life in the wilderness by their own work except that it was forced on them and not their choice, to form the State of Oklahoma. We are the sons, daughters, grandsons, and granddaughters of these pioneers. Through oil booms and busts and the associated economic ups and downs, the Dust Bowl, killer tornadoes, and the Murrah Building bombing we have continued to exhibit what Howard Witt, writing for the Chicago Tribune on the occasion of the bombingÂs 10th anniversary, called our "Âessential prairie stoicism--the same ÂOklahoma spirit for which they were lauded in the aftermath of the bombing, when Oklahomans demonstrated extraordinary decency, humility and bootstrap resiliency" based on "deep religious faith and unblushing middle American values." I agree with Dawn. April 19, 1995 was both our worst tragedy and our finest hour. I have never been more proud of my state and its people than I was in those dark days of April. IÂve always said that no matter how much nicer, prettier, easier other places might be to live, I wouldnÂt want to live anywhere else, and my fellow Okies are the reason. You are the best people in the world, and that goes just the same for all you "transplants" and "adoptees." YouÂre here now, and as my Granddad would say, "youÂre ourÂn." Debra

It was definitely sticks. And, this morning our "Mom" returned. At least I'm convinced it's our original "Mom" as she looks identical. I'll know better when I can get some good pictures and if I can identify her. I'm pretty sure you are right as we've seen the babies bathing in the bird bath having a blast so they are still around! I was so excited to see her. And, I know we they don't have emotions, but do we really know for sure?!? :) We'll check on the other house and remove the sticks again. We've got lots of bird books and are pretty sure it is a House Wren. Plus my husband knows just about every bird, plant, tree, bug, etc. on the planet -- and probably off as well. I'm just a newbie!

Elmer, neither of my parents lived long enough to be covered by Medicare. My mother was 53 and my father was 56 when they died 33 days apart in 1970. My husbands parents both had died before we met very early in 1981 (his mother in 1969 and his father in 1980). I really had no one to talk to about it who had personal experience with it (I am more than a year older than my husband). I have had plenty of experience being given information by others (people who are paid to know the facts) that I then relied on, only to find out too late that they were wrong and didn't know what they were talking about. Some of these errors in trust ended up costing me financially. Therefore, when it came time to think about signing up for Medicare, I didn't want to trust anyone else for the information. I wanted to read and learn for myself, to have a full understanding of how things really work when it comes to Medicare. I've said plenty of times before, and I'll say it again now, that I know my husband and I are incredibly lucky to be State of California retirees. There are many health insurance plans from which to choose when you are an active employee, and when you retire, you keep the same plan unless you choose to change to a different plan. (And you can change every year during Open Enrollment, if you so desire.) You can retire from State service at the age of 55 (earlier if you are disabled), but when you turn 65 you must sign up for Medicare unless you are covered by your still-employed spouse's health care plan. In my case, my husband was still actively employed when I turned 65, so I was exempted from the Medicare requirement. However, knowing now what I didn't know then, I should have chosen to switch to Medicare immediately because the State's monthly contribution to health insurance more than covers the monthly premium for Medicare and our Medicare Supplement policy, but didn't fully cover the monthly premium for our PERSCare Anthem Blue Cross PPO policy. We were paying $527.74 out of pocket (well, a payroll deduction from my husband's monthly pay), which was over and above the $1,125 the State contributed each month, as well as having a yearly deductible (which is waived for preventative care), and a $20 copay for office visits. Now, we pay NOTHING. (Well, that's not quite correct -- we do have to pay the IRMAA fee for the prescription drug coverage [which is part of our Supplement policy], but that's because our income is over the threshold amount for paying just the regular premium. Although the State reimburses us for the monthly IRMAA for Medicare Part B, the law doesn't allow for reimbursement of the IRMAA for Part D. But the Part D IRMAA is less than $30 for the two of us.) My husband retired a year and a half after I did, but he didn't turn 65 for another year. But, as soon as he retired, I had to sign up for Medicare because I lost the "coverage by a still-employed spouse" exemption. Our PERSCare Anthem Blue Cross PPO policy became our Medicare Supplement policy when we started coverage with Medicare. One thing that is admittedly odd is that the State pays more towards retiree health benefits than it does for active employee health benefits. But, since we're retired, that's ok by me. :-) The State contributes $1,349 each month. Our PERSCare Anthem Blue Cross PPO Medicare Supplement Policy is $779.52 for the two of us, leaving $345.48 extra. Out of that extra, the State reimburses us for our Medicare Part B premiums and the Medicare Part B IRMAA fees. There is still some $ left over, but the State keeps that. Our Supplement policy covers the deductibles for Medicare Part A and Part B, and it pays the 20% of the allowed fees that Medicare doesn't pay. We do not pay a copay for office visits. Since I have been on Medicare, the ONLY thing medically related for which I have had to pay anything at all has been prescription medicine - and that's a minimal amount because of our Supplement plan. (One generic med that I used to pay $5 for now costs me $0.58.) ANYWAY, folks need to know the truth about how Medicare works and what doctors can and can't charge you (over and above what Medicare pays), so they can make an intelligent, informed choice about (1) whether or not to get a Supplement plan and (2), if so, which plan to choose. Dr. Kahan's book has a great full-page chart showing the various supplemental plans and what they do and don't cover. By the way, Medicare Supplement plans (which are also called Medigap plans) all have to meet specific criteria and they are standardized, Different insurance companies may charge different premiums, but all "Plan A" plans have to cover the same stuff at the same rate, all "Plan K" plans have to cover the same stuff at the same rate, etc. "Plan F" plans are considered to be the "Cadillac" (or in my case, the "Lexus") plans because they cover virtually everything. That's what our PERSCare plan is. Oh, that limiting fee that I mentioned in an earlier post -- the fee over and above what Medicare pays to a nonparticipating provider -- is covered by our Supplement policy.

I was a total rink rat when I was a kid. I won my first transistor radio (first place ladies all ages) in a speed skating contest for the public. I think I must have been around 11. Because I won most of the races I had to start back at the wall instead of the starting line along with a couple of older girls that were in speed club. My older brother worked as a floor guard and in the summer I would go with him to open up and stay all day when I didn't have a competition. Sunday was club day and we had classes and practice. Then private lessons after school during the week. Friday nights there was a sock hop after the last session. So much fun and all the rink romances . LOL The manager's daughter and I were friends and we both got puppies at around the same time. We would bring them to the rink with us and they'd run around with us while we skated until the rink opened for the public.