Monthly Archives: January 2026
When a mistake is made, it’s usually no big deal. We correct it and move on, but when that mistake involved to trains in the same place and the same time, you can’t just correct it and move on. Lives are lost, and property is destroyed. There is no real fix for this. On January 4, 1990, two trains collided in Sangi, Pakistan, killing between 200 and 300 people and injuring an estimated 700 others. This was the worst rail accident to date in Pakistan.
The Zakaria Bahauddin train, named after a holy man in Pakistani tradition, could carry 1,400 passengers and regularly made the 500-mile trip between Multan and Karachi. On January 4th, however, with 16 cars in tow, it was making the overnight journey. Packed with 2,000 passengers, it was overcrowded by some 600 people…a situation which was not that uncommon in Pakistan back then.
As the train neared the village of Sangi in Sindh province, it was unexpectedly diverted onto a side track. Without the Zakaria’s knowledge, a 67-car freight train had been parked there overnight, and the Zakaria slammed into its rear at 35 miles per hour. The impact derailed the locomotive along with the first three passenger cars, leaving nearly everyone in those cars seriously injured or killed. Around 200 to 300 people lost their lives, and about 700 were treated at local hospitals. Some of the injured had to be airlifted to Karachi for urgent care. The train’s engineer survived and later revealed that an inattentive signalman had mistakenly directed the train onto a side track. The signalman was later jailed for manslaughter.
Pakistan’s rail network carries over 65 million passengers every year, yet accidents remain a tragic reality. The crash in Sangi was sadly not an isolated incident…less than a year and a half later, a similar disaster in Ghotki claimed more than 100 lives. It would seem to me that some training would be necessary for these signalmen, as well as anyone else involved with the movement of trains in the network. In addition, workers need to be more alert and far less careless. For the unfortunate victims of the Zakaria Bahauddin train, it’s all too little too late. Maybe with better training some of the future trainwrecks count be avoided.
I think we all know that there is far more to the JFK assassination than most people will ever know, although the event never really seems to die, does it? It seems like we find out more and more about it every year. Of course, those behind the assassination continued to fight to hide the truth until the day they themselves died…and it didn’t matter anymore…at least not to them. Nevertheless, there are people, historians and those who are just curious enough to wonder, who simply don’t buy the crazy story that was presented to the world. I’m not sure many people remember or know about the JFK assassination these days. The older crowd does, of course, but how many bought the lie we were told, and how many believe differently, whether we can ever prove it or not.
On November 22, 1963, John F Kennedy, the 35th president of the United States, was assassinated while riding in a presidential motorcade through Dealey Plaza in Dallas, Texas. As the story goes, one man, Lee Harvey Oswald manage to do the impossible. Per the Warren Commission’s single-bullet theory, one bullet caused Kennedy’s nonfatal wound and Connally’s wounds. Conspiracy theorists, neglecting that Kennedy was not directly behind Connally, claim that the trajectory required a “magic bullet.” Secret Service agent Clint Hill was on the running board of the car right behind Kennedy’s limousine. He told the Warren Commission he heard a shot, jumped into the street, and ran to reach the limousine to protect Kennedy. As he got to the Lincoln, he said that he heard the fatal headshot which incredibly came about five seconds after the first shot. Right after that, Mrs Kennedy started climbing onto the trunk, but later she didn’t remember doing it. Hill thought she might have been trying to retrieve a piece of Kennedy’s skull. It’s hard to say. He leapt onto the limousine’s bumper and held on as it sped out of Dealey Plaza toward Parkland Memorial Hospital. Once Mrs Kennedy returned to her seat, Governor and Mrs Connally heard her repeating: “They have killed my husband. I have his brains in my hand.” It was said that Oswald fired three shots and the third shot was the fatal one. meaning that he fired a rifle three times in five second. I just don’t buy that story.
I never could figure out why Jack Ruby decided to kill Oswald. I’ve not found any information that indicated that he was a particularly huge fan of JFK, but maybe he was. Still, even given his volatile temper, killing Oswald wasn’t really in his character. Many people thought he knew that he had Cancer, and the killing was a job to leave something for his family. It’s hard to say. Ruby was convicted for the murder and sentenced to death. Due to some “technicalities” the case was appealed, and then, while waiting for a new trial which was set for February 1967 in Wichita Falls, Texas, Ruby was hospitalized at Parkland on December 9, 1966, with pneumonia and was soon diagnosed with cancer in his liver, lungs, and brain. His health quickly worsened. An armed guard stood outside his room, though family and friends could visit. On December 16, Earl Ruby, with one of his brother’s lawyers, smuggled a tape recorder in a briefcase into Jack’s room to capture an interview about Oswald’s murder. Ruby insisted he entered the basement via the ramp, killed Oswald out of grief over the assassination, and had never met him before. According to an Associated Press source, Ruby made a final statement from his hospital bed on December 19, 1967, claiming he acted alone: “There is nothing to hide; 
there was no one else.” Ruby died of a pulmonary embolism on January 3, 1967, at Parkland Hospital. He was buried beside his parents in the Westlawn Cemetery in Norridge, Illinois. I could be wrong, but given so much conspiracy, I think it Ruby could have been poisoned, because of the speed with which everything happened. It reminds me of the person who commits suicide by shooting himself in the head…twice. A little far-fetched. You, of course, are welcome to believe what you like. This is my opinion.

My nephew, Allen Beach, has had quite an eventful life. When he was a boy, growing up, his family moved fairly often, giving him the chance to live in several states. After graduating from high school, Allen joined the United States Navy and became a corpsman. Once trained, he was stationed at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center in Bethesda, Maryland, where he cared for, among others, the President of the United States.
After his time at Walter Reed, Allen was stationed in Japan, which I believe was the favorite chapter of all his travels. It
was there he met his wife, Gaby, who changed his life forever. Gaby was also in the Navy, and Allen was instantly drawn to her. Before long, they were inseparable. Eventually, Allen took Gaby to Bali, where he proposed and she said yes. He felt complete, but their adventures were far from over. Their lives would take them to Casper, Wyoming where he worked in hospital administration following his college years, and Gaby pursued her own career in nursing. It also gave them time to spend with his family in Casper.
Still, their travels were not over. Eventually, in what I perceive to be possibly their last move, their careers took
them to Oregon, where Gaby works at a Veteran’s hospital and Allen works in the pharmaceutical industry. Allen works as a Care Management Associate for Aetna, teaming up with doctors to coordinate care plans that fit with Aetna health insurance, which CVS acquired a few years back. He works from home, which is a trend that grew during the COVID-19 pandemic and has since become a sought-after arrangement. Allen loves the setup, and it’s likely his dog, Ollie, enjoys it just as much. Today is Allen’s birthday. Happy birthday Allen!! Have a great day!! We love you!!
As the new year begins, we find ourselves thinking about our mom, Collene Spencer, as we do every New Year’s Day, because this would have been her 90th birthday. It’s hard to believe that she has been in Heaven for almost eleven years now. I know that she is celebrating with all the family who have gone before us. Of course, time means nothing in Heaven. Eternity knows no breakdown of the years. One second is the same as the next…pure blissful happiness. It doesn’t get better than that. They are all so very happy, and it makes it easy to be happy for them.
Nevertheless, it also accentuates the loneliness we feel here when we think of them. Sometimes, during the year, when we get busy with our lives, we are able to cope with their absence, at least until something reminds us of them or of a moment, and we miss them all over again. Then comes their birthday or death day and missing them becomes the main focus. Today, as we celebrate the new year, I am also thinking about how
much I miss my mom. I cant believe that eleven years have come and gone since her went home. She had done all the things she had on her “bucket list” and she was ready. She had told us several times that she was ready, so while her leaving was shocking in one way, it wasn’t in another. They couldn’t even find a cause of death. She just left. That fact still amazes me, eleven years later.
When I think of Mom and Dad back together again, I smile. They were best friends. They never tired of being together. They loved to travel, taking their girls to many amazing places. Our travel was mostly in the United States, because they loved this country…and they wanted my sisters and me to know how wonderful it was. We saw many places in many states, and we knew how blessed we were. Not many kids in those days were as “traveled” as we were. From those trips came favorite places, and places we saw only once. From those trips came history lessons and simple fun times. While the trips were varied in many ways, there were many
common parts…like the Oregon Trail markers. Those dreaded Oregon Trail markers…at least they were dreaded then. These days, because I love history so much, those markers are interesting, and I wish I could remember each one we visited and its location. They mean more to me now that I am older. I wish I had told my parents that. They would have loved it. Today would have been my mom’s 90th birthday. Happy birthday in Heaven, Mom. I know you and Dad, as well as Alena, are having a great celebration. Someday we will all celebrate together again. I look forward to it.

