Views from the lake . . . April 28, 2006

Senator Susan Collins calls for the end of FEMA.
Yesterday, a Senate Panel, headed by Senator Collins of Maine came to the conclusion that FEMA should be abolished.

This writer’s take on FEMA:
FEMA was created by President Carter at the request of the National Governor’s Association. During Clinton’s Years, FEMA was brought into a Cabinet Level post. The director reported directly to the President. When Bush took office he slid it under the scrutiny of the Homeland Security. But it seems he forgot to tell the director. Undersecretary Brown has testified that he reported to the President, even though his department falls under the supervision of the Director of Homeland Security.

FEMA problems are not through the lack of employees trying to do the job . . . But the lack of policies and procedures. They lack the simple Governing documents of scope, where do their duties start and end. Who is in charge and what resources are available.

Everyone would like to kick the blame down to the director of FEMA, but truthfully he never had clear instructions of authority and guidelines to manage or the ear of the President. Sure they talked, but nothing ever came from those discussions.

And so Senator Collins and Senator Lieberman call for the end of FEMA and something should be rebuilt within Department of Homeland Security, DOH. Why? Does this make any sense?

Maybe we should slide the Congress under the President?
So they have an idea of what bills they should be working on? That makes as much sense as sliding FEMA under DOH.

Truthfully, this is not an easy fix . . . We are not just talking about emergency relief, but mobilizing a national emergency plan. The administration likes to privatize, you can not privatize intelligence. It has to come from within.

This is one problem that has to work hand and hand with local Governments, and I only see this happening from the bottom up. Each community will join together with others and eventually they will come to some kind of agreement and then the Fed may be called into action.

And just maybe FEMA needs to be dismantled and rebuilt or maybe just dismantled. But does this mean the Federal Government won’t be there in a disaster? Then what do we need them for?

Dan Hanosh
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Views from the Lake - April 18, 2006

Views from the Lake

I remember the sun shinning off the glimmering water as it shimmered in a breeze. I remember a pair of eagles perched in the tall trees across the bay. Humming birds would speed pass me, flying from flower to flower. And in the distance a pair of loons sang out to one another. My first views of the lake took place over thirty years ago and I don’t regret a moment I spent on Star Lake in Northern Wisconsin.

The Frederickson’s were a pair of elderly sisters. They sold bait out of a little green shack. Their father had walked from Minocqua to Star Lake, at the turn of the century, looking for work. That’s 1900. It was buzzing time in the Lakes history. The only time its population was above five thousand. Now there’s, just a handful of homes doting the lakeside, but back then there were thousands.

It was a time of industrialization for the lake. A lumber company sat on the edge of the bay and mined for logs, they were gold to the community. They were cut around the lake and towed to the bay and held, awaiting the saw.

I remember many times sitting in front of the window in my in-laws cottage, watching boats parade by from all over the lake to the bait shack.

What a life, I thought. Each day one of the sisters would go to the little green bait shop. It was no bigger than an outhouse. I remember stooping as I walked inside. Its shingles were moss ridden as were its clapboards. Edith always sat in a sitting room chair by the by the window. And she always seemed to be waiting . . . And I always felt her pain, but that’s my little secret.

I remember watching her throw dead minnows into the lake. And to my amazement a huge northern broke the surface gathering them up just as fast. I always wanted to fish right in front of their bait shop, but in all those years, I didn’t have the heart to catch a family pet.

It had to be hard to watch so many die, or move away . . . And I wondered why they didn’t move away? And maybe that’s why they stayed, I don’t know. To me they always seemed old . . . But that’s just the way of youth. Their father and friends were buried up the road at the Star Lake Cemetery.

Someday, I will put their story to paper, at least my version of it. Sitting here, I’m not sure how Edith spent her time in the shack, whether she read or knitted . . . Hazel was always working in the garden in front of their house.

Every time I went to Star Lake, I always bought bait and a couple candy bars from Edith . . . And now, all I have is my memories.

Dan Hanosh
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