I live in an ideal location: five minutes from Home Depot.
Even though my house in Albuquerque is not a fixer-upper, I just refinished the faux-Spanish exterior woodwork, am preparing to paint the garage doors and have done lots of landscaping. Call me a home improvement addict.
It’s probably in my blood. My grandfather in Mississippi built a playhouse in his backyard and let me tinker in a cluttered workshop that smelled of cedar shavings. I watched my father remodel our house, and when I became a homeowner picking up a paintbrush was second nature. My children’s first words were “Mommy,” “Daddy” and “paint.”
Do-it-yourself remodeling initially was a financial necessity but became something I enjoyed. My work in public relations immersed me in an exciting but ephemeral stream of issues and ideas. Satisfying as that was, it was refreshing to come home and paint a wall or refinish a floor that would endure beyond the next deadline.
My favorite house was a Gunderson home in Oak Park, IL, that we bought in 1972. It was built in 1911 and had bay windows, oak floors and woodwork, a stained-glass window, walk-up attic and even a laundry chute. The previous owners had modernized the house extensively… in 1936.
We hired contractors to modernize the kitchen and bathroom and finish the attic while I blowtorched layers of paint from exterior trim, rebuilt the front and back steps, and replaced sash cords in double-hung windows. My wife likened stripping layers of wallpaper to archeology. This is what they had in 1940! Occasionally we found buried treasure: I removed a paint-caked light switch cover to discover that it was solid brass and polished it to its original glory.
It’s probably just as well that the home improvement cable TV channel did not exist in those days. I would have been inspired to start knocking out walls, which could have done structural damage to the house and our marriage.
Our money pit was a 1960 ranch house in LaGrange, IL. We bought it in 1992 because it had an ideal layout for our two home offices even though it flunked the home inspection. As soon as we signed the closing papers contractors began busting up the basement floor with jackhammers, excavating the front lawn with a backhoe to strengthen the foundation, replacing bathroom fixtures and pulling up carpeting. When we drove up with the moving van, a carpenter cutting a hole in the roof shouted: “Is this where you want the skylight?” Over the years we remodeled the kitchen, coped with a basement flood and helped put a plumber’s kid through college.
These days I hire tradesmen for difficult projects but still do my own carpentry, finishing and landscaping. I hired landscape guys to move truckloads of dirt into my backyard in Albuquerque (because landscapers charge less than chiropractors) but spread gravel and planted shrubs myself. I refurbished a wooden deck and installed a gas firepit. A neighbor helped me re-sod my lawn and build storage shelves in my garage.
At this point there’s not much left to do my house, but I’m sure I’ll find something. In the meantime, I can watch the home improvement channel on cable TV. And stop by Home Depot to see what’s new.
The VA crisis: one veteran’s perspective
I was dismayed to hear about widespread problems at Veterans Administration hospitals of veterans being denied medical care because of bureaucratic malfeasance. And I was a little surprised because my experience as a VA patient has been overwhelmingly positive.
When I injured my knee in a snowshoeing mishap a couple of years ago, I had surgery at the VA hospital in Albuquerque. The care I received was excellent. Everyone – clerks, surgeons, nurses, physical therapists – was professional, efficient and courteous. These are dedicated people who genuinely care for veterans and treat them with respect.
But I’m not the kind of veteran who is at risk. The VA is optional for me because I also am covered by Medicare and military-retirement Tricare. When I originally applied for VA health care (to get a free flu shot) I was surprised when I was accepted. I have no service-connected disabilities (a tolerance for bad coffee does not count, they told me) and am not indigent. I qualified for health care because I served in Vietnam – even though I was floating off the coast, never saw actual combat and was never exposed to Agent Orange.
Nearly all the people I saw at the VA hospital clearly deserved to be there: lots of disabled elderly vets and young amputees. The place has more handicapped parking spaces than I have ever seen in one location and needs more. I got prompt treatment because I showed up in the emergency room with a ruptured tendon, but suspect I would have been on a long waiting list if I had vague symptoms of post-traumatic stress or brain injury.
The VA health system is excellent in many ways but is unable to cope with the sheer number of veterans who need care. From what we know so far, that problem has been compounded by bureaucratic dishonesty, poor leadership and political inattention. It’s not just a matter of money: The VA has received significant funding increases and has been exempted from federal budget cuts, yet hundreds of medical jobs at the VA are going unfilled while veterans wait for treatment.
When the VA turns away veterans who need care, that’s an outrage – especially if they’re also delivering care to veterans who do NOT need it. If EVERY veteran who set foot in Vietnam is eligible for VA health care, for instance, that’s three million of us. Some of these folks have service-connected medical problems but many more do not. My good health and ability to afford co-pays puts me in the lowest eligibility category for VA health care, but perhaps the VA should not be treating guys like me at all when veterans in greater need are on a waiting list.
I’m sure there’s plenty of inefficiency, too. After my knee surgery the VA sent me home with a brand-new wheelchair. Once I was back on my feet I called the hospital to turn in the wheelchair and was told they did not want it back. Wonder how many more doctors the VA could hire if they were less generous with wheelchairs? There’s also no coordination between the VA, Medicare and Medicaid.
The VA has been broken for years and I hope they fix it this time. It will take a Veterans Affairs secretary who has the authority to fire dishonest bureaucrats and the gumption to pound on the desk in the Oval Office. Congress will listen in an election year because millions of veterans will be watching and voting.