- SPECIAL REPORTS
- THE MAGAZINE
A Tribute to Mark Deal
We at POB extend our condolences to all those who knew and loved Mark Deal, PLS, of Oklahoma, the creator of the well-known and used rpls.com surveying bulletin board. His passing on January 9, 2002 due to cancer is a terrible loss to the surveying profession. POB will honor Mark in a tribute article in the March issue and on rpls.com. Please visit the board and click on the box, "A Tribute to Mark Deal" for further information on how to participate in the memorial of this great man and surveyor.
“Surveying in Circles”
The article “Surveying in Circles” in the November 2001 issue of POB states that the “West Baden Hotel carries six stories and is crowned by the world's largest dome, measuring 200' in diameter and a clear height of 110'.”
How about the Louisiana Superdome in New Orleans? Its fact sheet lists its diameter as 680'.
I enjoy POB and found the article quoted very interesting. The West Baden Hotel has always fasinated me and I am glad to know it has been restored.
Jack T. Painter
The West Baden Hotel carried the world's largest dome when first built. Since then, other buildings have been designed with circular domes of greater diameter than the West Baden Hotel.
Thank you for the article on E-mail etiquette. Hopefully those in need will take heed to your words. This person would be very interested in your additional thoughts regarding effective E-mail. Please annoy on.
Your tips on E-mail were extremely accurate and greatly appreciated. I am thinking of photo copying that page and hanging it on our bulletin board for all to read. As evidenced by my
E-mailing you, (someone who I have never spoken to and didn’t even know existed until today), E-mail has become entirely too casual, and it was refreshing to see someone remind us that it still can be treated as a professional means of communication.
Louis J. Giffels, PS
I agree with the points you made in your editorial. As you stated, there are many more aspects than the ones you covered. Perhaps someone has written a book. E-mail Etiquette for Dummies would be a good title.
I’ll pass on a couple of things, among the many, that irritate me.
One is a message with attachments, but no mention in the main body of the message about what the attachments are. The other is the use of
E-mail names that don’t give any clue of the identity of the sender. For example, “reddog12oz.” If I don’t recognize who it is from, I just delete it without reading it. In my opinion, people who plan to use E-mail for business purposes should use real names.
A General Thank You
A big thank you to the people of POB magazine. You have all helped me to achieve my dream of becoming a professional land surveyor.
I was a “career party chief” with over 20 years of experience. Our local university provided me with a two semester surveying program when I started my career. Our remote location in the mid-Pacific makes education expensive and precious. I have had to educate myself, and your magazine has put me in touch with the people and books I needed. One of your magazines went with me to my PLS test. I passed all three tests the first time I took them: FLS, PLS and Guam Land Matters.
The letters to the editor have been interesting. There are some good arguments for four-year degrees as part of licensure requirements. Those of you who are RPLSs and have degrees do have better employment and advancement opportunities than those of us who are licensed without four-year degrees. I hope the laws stay the same and allow the “career crew chief” the opportunity I have had. What must be done in our community is to provide better compensation for survey party chiefs. Some of them will never even try to consider making limited partnerships available to some of the better crew chiefs. We have a big problem with moonlighting. If we took better care of the person who represents us in the field, some of this moonlighting would go away.
Thanks again POB; your advertisements help us buy new equipment and get our total stations serviced.
Think About the Surveyors
I am the wife of a California licensed land surveyor. He has worked as a surveyor for approximately 15 years now. I recently heard about the amendment that our government will give to wives of police officers killed on the street while working, allowing the widows to go to college free. It made me mad. I thought, “What about my husband?” He works hard and there is more danger for him and other construction workers on the streets of California. With all the crazy drivers, being up on scaffolds of buildings under construction, out in the brush with the rattlesnakes and fire ants, and working in 120-degree heat for 12 hours a day. When will somebody recognize these workers?
I want to recognize and commend my husband and the rest of the men and women in the construction field. And I mean the people who are really out there hands-on, including the people who hold up the Slow/Stop signs.
I also want to tell other wives and/or husbands of surveyors not to complain or whine when he or she doesn’t help around the house. Don't wonder why they can’t immediately start a nice conversation with you after walking in the door. And don’t complain that he or she doesn’t have the energy to have fun with you or the kids when you want. Shame on you! You should be praying for them and be grateful.
Try going to work with them for a couple of days, and believe me, you will never complain again. I did. I went to do a small job with my husband. He needed to take elevations down a strip of a black asphalt street with one small hill. It was 103 degrees that day. We only had to take about 15 shots. All I had to do was hold the elevation rod still at each spot so he could get a shot of it. I only made it to the seventh one. I had to call my husband on the radio to come and help me because I was so dizzy and sick. I couldn’t make it the rest of the way.
I went out to watch him work on another day. I couldn’t believe my husband was hiking up this mountain that looked like Mars. Big huge boulders, brush and cactus everywhere. The sun blaring down on him. I just knew there were snakes, bugs and scorpions lurking out there. No wonder he comes home so tired, dirty and sweaty with scrapes and cuts on his arms and legs, sunburned or with poison oak, and with socks filled with thistles and thorns. How about when he’s working on the freeway with cars and trucks flying by him at 75 miles per hour? What about recognition for he and his chainmen who work so hard in these dangerous locations?
So now, I promise I will never complain about my husband’s job—or yours—ever again. I will not whine while doing his laundry. I will severely scold any person who complains about his or her spouse who does this type of work. I will be careful driving near the jobsites, and I will continue to pray for you all and your safety.
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