The Line Reawakens

     Wow! much has changed since my last blog, and much has stayed the same out on the line.  Over the past few years there hasn't been much activity since the Alliance project.  It was there where I met my longtime friend and confidant Jose Carlos Jimenez.

     While Jose was transitioning across the country in political activism and sorting out his Ojibwe and South American global ancestry, I, in the meantime, have been kept busy by Local 49 and the fellas at Minnesota Limited.  Technically speaking we have been doing oilfield roustabout work out here in the patch, putting in gathering systems and oil pad work.  And the day finally came in the slowdown where my number was up.  My guys were going to Indiana.  And the hall has other plans for me.

     Nevertheless, Penguin Lodge is thriving and will continue to thrive.  We have a sign now.  We began to add wildlife food plots for deer and turkey and grouse and deer, and ducks and geese and deer.  We acquired an old tractor, and resurrected some farm implements.  Reloading ammunition has become a new topic around the dinner table, and the boys continue to do extensive work on the rifle range.

     So they day came and I had to leave, but it wasn't like really leaving because Williston is like going to another home.   Nevertheless I felt anxious.  So I get to leave the forest and explore the the Great Plains and the Wild West once again.  And fate landed me back in Williston with my lovely wife and amazing Brenda. Along with our two almost and wannabe dogs JoJo and Java who greet my at the door everyday when I come home with the enthusiasm of Fred's but not enough size to knock me down,  A routine has been established, and I sure feel blessed to be in the situation I'm in.  I'm safe, comfortable, and not getting and smaller around the belly.

    Sign up day came.  I orientated into the Dakota Access Pipeline Project.   One that will go down in the books.  I ran into some old friends, Butch, Mardy, Tony.Sent on the front end this time, mowing brush.  Got a call from some other old friends.  They're working on different spreads.

     I got to machine, checked everything out,
I noticed something familiar out on the road, It was too windy to hear a voice, or sense an aroma.  Everyone wears a white hardhat and green vest. but it was a person, an unforgettable smile from someone that you have shared a special kind of connection with.  Then the smile walked over because he knew it was me. And when we got close enough to remove all doubt, he spoke.

     "Buenos Dias senor Thomas,!  I'm already sick of these stinking cold burritos."
     I replied, "I'm tired of the warm baloney on white bread too."  It was 12:08.  We exchanged our lunches, and caught up as much as we could before he had to grab his signs and flag me across the road.
     Jose Carlos Jimenez is back in North Dakota.  We are working the same spread once again.  I am an operator he is a laborer.  And I knew he was alright, And I was alright,  For I know not my bosses on this new job with this new company and because Jose was there with his smile and out normal friendly exchange that not much has really changed

Philippians 4:6-7English Standard Version (ESV)

6 do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.7 And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Another note from Jose

Hola Tomas, Buenos Dias and all that stuff.  You know what I mean Amigo.

Just wondering what you been up to my friend.   Things got warm here in Racine, then they got cold , then they got wet again.   Went and seen my dad in New Mexico.  He just got back from Antarctica, its gonna get cold down there.  He says the penguins are doing good, seems that when all is said and done the global warming is doing them good after all.   It seems that the warmer waters has heated up reproductive activities, and more fish seem to be coming their way, especially the mackerel.

Talked to the boss he thinks maybe the end of next week we go back to work.   Like you say where you come from... Uff Da!
Hope to see you soon.

Your friend,
 Jose Jimenez

P.S.  Hey AMIGO can you bring the potato tortillas that you put butter and sugar on then roll it all up? leftovers or something you called it.  It was good.

Dear Jose,

Good to hear from you.  It sounds like you have the same weather there as we do here.   I may or may not be on your crew, they sent me to the training center to learn how to dig alongside the bomb.  It's a good thing to know yoga when you dig along side of pipe.     But maybe I will get sent back out west.   Hoping to get close to Williston or Watford City.   Do you remeber that lady from church?
Well she is becoming more special in my life, and she is even coming to visit Middle River again.  Seems as though she sort of likes the swamp and welcomes the look of leaves contrary to sage brush.
It's a good thing to have her as a friend.  Hmmmm.!?  I often wonder and hope for a brighter bigger picture with her.

It sounds like Hunter and Gracei had a good Spring season of ball.   Hunter and Gracei are both learning the fine art of throwing a pitch.  Although Hunter appeared to get a good talking to about control issues and beaning other opponents.

Going to pick some mushrooms tomorrow, so I have yo go to bed.
Buenos Noches My Friend

Tom

Welcome to My World

     Welcome to my first ever blog.  What I will bring to the reader are tales from the Bakken oil patch....  the great things that are happening,  the trials of the men and women actually out here doing it, the sobering words from the people back home, and my friends "who have always been here." 

     It has been said, "Ain't nothing finer than a pipeliner."  My girlfriend would agree, but my two ex-wives may have a different opinion.   It's all good.   I'm not telling their stories.  These are my stories.  

     These are stories from real people, real lives, real outcomes.  I am just a heavy equipment operator out here, on the Tioga Lateral Project, a 12 inch pipeline,  going from Tioga to Sherwood, North Dakota. I am just one of the 10 guys on a coating crew. My story is typical of those who come out here.  We are all just coming and coming and coming to find a decent wage for an honest day’s work.  We come from Minnesota, Wisconsin, Oklahoma, Wyoming, North Dakota, Texas, and Tennessee.  It's a trip.

     The days are getting longer now, which is good and bad. It means home soon to be with my kids, but less money to do something fun with them. Got a message from the new grandson today,  he just was showing me a peace sign.  So I sent one back at him via Haley's phone or some other gadget.  Sounds like me and him will get to come home about the same time.  God has a plan.  He is already answering our prayers.

     I have met a good friend, Jose Jimenez.  Jose comes from an interesting background.  I feel that I must intimate to the reader his tales also and the friendship that is developing.  My friend Jose and I drove to Williston today. Did our usual, had a bite to eat, went to church and visited our friends. I have to go pick him up shortly and bring him back to camp. I invited him to attend church with me at New Hope Wesleyan. He declined because he didn't want to fall out of favor with the new pope. Figures he's got a clean slate with the new dude, so in the pope he hopes. Speaking of New Hope, wasn't that the name of the Star Wars original? Read in the paper today that there was an altercation the night my friend Jose went to town to pick up some guys from our crew at the bar. A man is still at large with a heart tattoo on his neck. I asked him if he knew or saw anything that night. He just said, “Uff Da ! Mi amo Jose Jimenez.... No hablo ingles. Soy trabajo,"