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FWAHC Newsletter
March 2001
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From Lincoln

  1. Take I-80 east to exit 440 (Hwy 50) (Construction now blocking Hwy 370 eastbound at exit 439). Turn Right at the exit, go south for about a mile to Hwy 370. Turn Left at the light and go east.
  2. Go for 8-10 miles to the light at 36th St in Bellevue. Look for McDonald's on the left and Thanksgiving Lutheran Church on the right at the intersection.
  3. Turn Right off Hwy 370, onto 36th St., go south 1 mile to the stop sign at Capehart Rd. Continue straight to the next Right turn at Leawood Dr. (Falcon Forest subdivision).
  4. Go 1+ blocks to stop sign at the top of the hill and turn Left (south) on 38th St.
  5. Go to the 5th street, Schuemann Dr. and turn Left. Our house is 3728, the 6th house on the left.
    6. In case of fire, bomb threat, loss of entire sense of direction, extreme delay, melt-down of your GPS system, or other panic situation, Jerry & Nancy's phone number is (402) 291-7122. From Omaha/Council Bluffs
  6. Take the Kennedy Freeway (Hwy 75) south to Hwy 370 exit. Turn Right and go to 36th St. Turn Left and go south, following remainder of directions 3-6 above.
  7. From Southwest Omaha, go to Hwy 370 and turn east following directions 2-6 above.

HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE ELECTRICIAN'S TOOLS

by Barbara Rixstine

I hate being rescued by an electrician. They're such a rowdy lot, our current president included. But I'm getting ahead of the story.

As many club members know, for the last six weeks I've been sporting an elbow-length titanium brace on my right arm, as the result of a collision between my right wrist and some icy pavement in early January. Said brace was held in place by five 3-inch screw-type pins, driven into various places on my wrist and lower forearm.

The ladies reading this newsletter can understand the pain in the ah, let's say derriere that this injury involved: showering with a bag over my arm to keep it dry (wouldn't want to rust the pins in place!), couldn't hold a hair dryer, couldn't apply makeup, couldn't put a coat or jacket on, couldn't open a can of soup. So when The Day came to remove the brace, I was ready.

Well, ready in spite of the stories. Despite knowing a real menagerie of charactersăthose in the Flatwater Club know who you areăI couldn't find anyone who knew how it would feel to pull out those pins. The car mechanic had asked to be put out with anesthesia. The producer's assistant didn't remember. My boss's assistant was most helpful: she said that when they took her husband's pins out of his leg, she could hear him screaming clear down the hall. Of course, further explanation revealed that her husband's small-town-doctor's office couldn't find an electric drill to back the pins out, so they had used a manual drill and accidentally went clockwise instead of counterclockwise, driving the pins deeper. Great. Thanks. When the day arrived I was ready and on time for my appointment We took the x-rays. X-rays showed I was doing well. We looked at the arm. The arm (in my opinion) said ready. My first hint of the ordeal to come came when the good doctor announced to the nurse what he'd need.

"Pam," he said, "I'm going to need the drill, two sets of pliers, the forceps, a set of hex keys and,


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