I want to give a tremendous thank you to the firefighters at Station #13 who came to the rescue of a Quaker Parrot this morning at the Oaks Dads Club. My bosses and I arrived at work at 7 a.m. as usual and we look for the parrots out on the telephone lines at the baseball field.
Well today one was tangled on the netting that stops the balls from going into the stands. We called everyone and nobody could come for several hours. Well when you call the fire department you cannot speak to the local station they take a message. So, I called Myti Burger which is right next door to the station and spoke with Brandy Read who stopped and went running over and gave the fire fighters my cell number. In just a few minutes Will Gunderson called and they would be over in five or ten minutes. They pulled out the ladder and Justin Crawley climbed at least twenty feet up and cut the bird free. But not before a flock of the Quaker Parrots came flying around his head because the trapped bird was squawking like crazy when he was trying to release it from the netting. At the same time, you had Will Gunderson, James Alverez and Lance Newman holding this ladder against a very feeble dug out. With all that has happened in the last month to Houston with Harvey, that people still will stop and help a single Quaker parrot is why I LOVE Houston and am proud to be a Texan.
God bless Station 13 and Myti Burger.
Diane St.Germain, Serena Russ and Mary Brett
Light at the end of the construction tunnel
Just wanted to take a moment, before I forget, to thank both of you for the prompt attention you provided on the “construction crisis” at the Ella/Pinemont intersection. I had no idea how many people knew I existed until my name appeared in print. I promise to use my newfound fame for the common good and become the Mother Teresa of Oak Forest.
Anyway, I really do appreciate your follow-up and the additional information you were able to offer. At least now I see light at the end of the construction tunnel.
Storm’s impact shows staff’s resiliency
I was working at The Leader in 1983 when Hurricane Alicia hit town. We lost power at the T.C. Jester office but our NFL office had power so the boss took our equipment over there. No small feat since we were using Compugraphic machinery, which is very large, nothing like we use nowadays. I’m talking punch tape people, and big heavy stuff. We typed the ads and news copy at the NFL office and the boss took the copy to my house to be pasted up since I had electricity. The Leader always managed to get the paper out, mainly because of the work ethic of the people that worked there.