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Show PAGE 14 THE ZEPHYR APRIL 1992 somewhere left of right I have a dear picture of that hone in my the requirements of every situation that comes up. still a It's chilling memory, one I hope to never experience minddangling on the side of the truck. gain, but I remain "prepareduneasy." at Materials or "tools" as I all them, must be readily available, right hand, ready to be snatched up and used. There is often no time to go looking, remembering compliated systems for the pry bar, even before he of storage. My husband instinctively knew where to start looking He started toward the shed beause it what he needed. actually had dedded that a pry bar was made sense for materials to be laying near it, and I'm glad he was right. Enough of this stay telling. Now to get back to politia. we all need to do sane study about just what the wad "representation" means. It appears to have different manings to different people. If we all agreed on a definition, maybe two unbiased, some confusion and criticism would be eliminated Maybe there are one could who write in with a clinical unimpassioned observers out there in readership land, definition to help us out. Sane folks think that elected officials should accomplish their representation of residents them in. The person elected has by doing what they think is bat fa the constituency that voted a duty to do what is best, according to the judgement. A majority of people liked what they stood for, and elected them, and that mans that minority views don't necessarily have to be considered, at last until the next election changes who runs things. Other people think that someone such as a County Commissioner should have to the concerns of every citizen, when making all decisions during their term of balance actually office. If a commissioner doesn't agree with a particular citizen's "special interests," and even if a lot of other people feel threatened by those special interests, aid commissioner has to see that those "minority" concerns are considered, and are represented in the decision-makin- g process. I tend to agree with the latter, even as I balk at almost every environmental ause that has come up in die area, from wilderness to BLM film permit delays to bighorn sheep "plantings." The only environmental ause I an thing of right now that I wholeheartedly support, is putting the skids on Moab turning into a resort town. I believe in the "melting pot" concept, something I learned about in grade school. And I think by Jane S. Jones a My husband and I were visiting at a friend's house, one hot summer day. I was running my head with the lady of the house. The guys were taking are of loading this sard horse. Since the animal had a past history of loading problems, several days ago our friend had backed up his truck to the loading chute attached to die horse's corral. He put the hay in the back of the truck, and the horse had been walking up the chute, into the truck, and eating his hay there every day. So does man triumph over the dumb beasts. But this day, the tailgate had been pulled up, and the sorrel discovered that he was moving. He was behind bars, going away from his little area of ground, and even more importantly, leaving his trusted burro friend who remained standing in the middle of the canal. As the truck pulled up in front of the house, the sorrel began to get real concerned about the course of events. Our friend got out of the truck and proceeded to tie the horse's had to the truck racks, to encourage him to settle down and accept his fate. We ladies were watching the goings on as we chatted. (As you may know, farm wives tend to live a generally uneasy life during daylight hours. You get in the habit after a while, of always keeping your eyes open and wits about you. You must be prepared at all times for the unplanned but inevitable situation where you are asked to do something you've never done before, and to do it competently. You know that you'll get yelled at just a bit, no matter how clever you are at faking it.) So we, my girl friend and I, watched the sorrel continue to fret up there, his nose barely above the truck racks. He was a small horse and the racks were high. reaching Suddenly he crouched and sprang up out of he back of the truck. He almost jumped but the lad rope stretched and held, and as he scrambled, he got one hind leg aught in dear, die top rail of foe truck. He proceeded to land with one foreleg touching the ground. His had was pushing down hard on the lad rope which was still holding. It was a sickening sight. Everyone started moving at once. Not seeing an immediate solution to die horse's and problem, thinking its leg was either already broken or about to be, I prepared for the worst by asking my friend if she had a gun handy. The sorrel was kicking and hollering. But my husband, almost without pause; ran 10 steps to the side of a shed, grabbed a long bar of iron and jumped up in the truck. He cut the lead rope and jammed die bar down between the rails of the rack, pried back, and the hose sprang fra. The horse stood, holding his injured leg up, but then started to gingerly put weight on it as he swayed a hit to keep his balance. Upon examination, it appared that miraculously, he had only suffered a strain, not a break. The hone was about 4 yars old, and his youthful flexibility may have helped save him. Also, he was one of those elite group of male horses known as being "proud cut, who usually are just tougher and are better survivors than geldings. I don't want to get too graphic if you don't know what I mean by this, but let's just he thought he a Sort was stud but wasn't "entirely" a stud. of like having your ake and ting it too, some people might ay. So he was young and tough, and that helped save him from diaster. But what really saved him were two beneficial circumstances: the presence of various materials sattered in seemingly random diarray (a.k.a. "a pile of junk") where my husband found the pry bar; and someone like my husband, with the ability to solve a serious, immediate problem with what was PETRA COMPUTER SERVICES 259252 Service Supplies Sales Upgrades Charlie Peterson no caption . . Irt GoiiJg to ay a VoO Hvar FoR.'Wi, STiLES. ; at hand. I believe that emergency situations require cool hads, and tools (broadly defined here as anything used in the performance of a process to achieve a certain result). I am much better at these things now than I used to be about 15 yars ago, fresh out of dty life. 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