Monday, March 19, 2018

Windy Look At The New Lake Wichita Spillway Mural

A long bike ride around Lake Wichita was planned for today in the noon time frame.

Yesterday's long bike ride in the noon time frame was cancelled due to rain.

Today's long bike ride in the noon time frame was not cancelled due to rain.

Today's long bike ride in the noon time frame was cancelled due to dangerously strong wind gusts blustering in from the northwest.

So, rather than bike to Lake Wichita I rolled my motorized transport to Lake Wichita, to the dam location on the lake. I'd been wanting to be at this location ever since I read that the painting of the dam spillway mural had been underway.

That is the aforementioned dam spillway mural you see below. Above you are turned around, looking the other direction from the dam spillway view, looking north at the Circle Trail on top of Lake Wichita Dam. In the distance you can see Mount Wichita sticking up like a little bump on the horizon.

I don't know if this is the finished product, or not. What I do know is these murals appearing all over Wichita Falls are a good thing, and this dam spillway mural is my favorite I've seen so far.

There is one perplexing visual element in the new mural. Can you spot it?

Maybe the above view of Lake Wichita, from the Lake Wichita floating dock perspective might clue you as to the perplexing visual element in the mural.

Give up?

Well, notice Mount Wichita in the above photo?

The one and only mountain to be seen, anywhere on the horizon.

But, the dam spillway mural shows what looks to be a range of mountains in the background. Maybe the mural artist was anticipating the range of mountains which may join Mount Wichita when, or if, Lake Wichita ever gets dredged as part of the Lake Wichita Revitalization Project.

Above we are looking the opposite direction from the looking at Mount Wichita view. Here we are looking south at the remains of the Lake Wichita Pavilion. There are plans afoot to possibly build some sort of new pavilion, as part of the Lake Wichita Revitalization Project, that being a project which seems to be in need of some revitalizing itself.

Below is a windy video I took whilst rocking and rolling on the above deck. Most of my pithy commentary is drowned out by the wind, but the video gives you a good panoramic view of Lake Wichita...

J.D. Granger: Worst Project Manager In The History Of Ever

J.D Granger's Liquid Brain Candy
Fort Worth's J.D. Granger problem has grown tiresome.

And perplexing.

How has something so absurd gone on so long with no intervention from any overseeing entity of some sort?

The Justice Department? The FBI?


A recent blogging, well, from a few days ago, about yet one more instance of J.D. Granger exposing himself as a clueless moron who should not be in charge of anything requiring any level of cognitive competence, generated the following interesting comment from a frequent comment maker....

Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "The Real Work Begins To Sink Panther Island & J.D. Granger...": 

A local eatery used to serve mother and son on a regular basis until one Sunday, the owner dared to express his opinion on the facts that the project was never put to a vote, and the abuse of the eminent domain process to acquire the land for the project. There was no constructive exchange of ideas or brain candy. The Granger team simply never returned. They seem to prefer the company of the less well informed and those who also have their snout in the trough. 

If you have not yet read the Fort Worth Magazine interview with J.D. Granger in which he talks about how he ingests brain candy, as in ideas and input, from all the little people he talks to in bars, restaurants and whilst floating incognito on the Trinity River, you really need to read what Kay Granger's boy had to say about what he has so proudly done to Fort Worth via being the inept unqualified executive director project manager of what has become America's Biggest Boondoggle.

An interesting comment appeared on the Facebook post about working to sink Panther Island & J.D. Granger...

 "JD is literally, LITERALLY, the worst project manager in the history of ever".

There is no Wikipedia article about J.D. Granger. But there is a Wikipedia article about J.D.'s mother, Kay. That article does include a paragraph in which her son is referred to...

During her tenure, Granger has supported more than $50 million in earmarks to infrastructure projects in Fort Worth that benefited the Trinity River Vision Authority, an organization headed by her son.

Last month the Fort Worth Star-Telegram editorially opined it was time for straight talk about that which has become America's Biggest Boondoggle. That request for straight talk resulted in a few blog posts on the subject, starting with Panther Island Straight Talk Per Fort Worth Star-Telegram's Request.

Now for some more straight talk. This time specifically about the problem with the worst project manager ever, J.D. Granger.

The Tarrant Regional Water District is the public agency overseeing what is known as the Trinity River Vision Authority. Years ago the general manager of the TRWD, Jim Oliver, announced that an assistant Tarrant County district attorney, J.D. Granger, had been hired as the executive director of the Trinity River Vision Authority.

At the time, Jim Oliver said J.D. Granger was hired because "it was the right thing to do."

There is no record of anyone, such as a local newspaper, asking Jim Oliver why he thought hiring J.D. Granger for this job, for which he had zero qualifications or experience, was the right thing to do.

What with the TRWD being a public agency why were normal hiring processes not followed, processes where qualified candidates apply for a job for which they have been trained and in which they have had experience?

So, why was hiring someone like J.D. Granger the right thing to do?

People who have paid attention to this scandal know J.D. Granger was hired so as to motivate his mother, Congresswoman Kay Granger, to secure federal pork barrel earmark dollars to help pay for this public works project for which the public has never been allowed to vote.

Those federal dollars have slowly trickled into Fort Worth, hence the slow motion progress of what has become America's Biggest Boondoggle.

Why do the people of Fort Worth, and the town's only newspaper of record, turn a blind eye to outrageously corrupt nepotism, particularly when the beneficiary of that nepotism is so obviously not able to do the job for which he was hired, and for which he is so generously compensated, to the tune of almost $200,000 a year, plus an expense account and other perks?

Some of which is paid for with those taxpayer dollars you in more prosperous parts of America send to the federal government, which J.D.'s mother, Kay, then finagles to get sent back to Fort Worth.

Corruption such as this does not happen in more modern democratic towns in America. Can you imagine an entity like the Granger Gang operating in Los Angeles, New York City, San Francisco, Portland, Boston, Seattle, Denver, Austin, or any of the other towns in America where something like the Trinity River Vision would not be allowed to happen, abusing eminent domain to steal property, spending taxpayer dollars on a project the taxpayers have not voted for.

In a modern American town any sort of public works project goes through a long process, and often multiple votes before the project proceeds. If a public works project in any non-corrupt town in America hired a local politician's inexperienced, unqualified son to manage the project, there would be an outcry of protest, demands that that politician's son be fired and that politician be replaced.

But, that is not the Fort Worth Way.

And, until that is no longer the Fort Worth Way Fort Worth will continue to be a backwards backwater, no matter how much lipstick local propagandists smear on the town...

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Deception & Delusion Name Of Fort Worth Public Projects Game

Saturday, St. Patrick's Day, I saw that which you see here, in the Seattle Times.

An article the likes of which one would never see in the current iteration of the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, that being the newspaper which ill serves Fort Worth as its only newspaper of record.

But, instead functions as a propaganda organ of the chamber of commerce sort, touting an imaginary "vision" of Fort Worth which rarely resembles reality.

Fort Worth is currently the host of America's Biggest Boondoggle, a poorly conceived, ineptly executed, inadequately funded public works project which the public has never been allowed to vote on, til this coming May, when voters will be asked to approve a quarter billion buck bond to try and rescue this moribund project which has been limping along for 16 years, about which its incompetent project manager, Trinity River Central City Uptown Panther Island District Vision Executive Director, J.D. Granger, recently shared the shocking news that the slow motion project is currently only one-third complete, thus rendering its completion target 32 years in the future, in the year 2050.

Meanwhile up northwest, in the Seattle zone, there is more than one newspaper of record holding public works projects to account, with the public weighing in in various ways, in meetings, voting, letters to the editor, referendums and just an over all democratic culture of citizen input one does not see in Fort Worth, hence the chronic boondoggle problem and a city where it takes a long time to get little done, and rarely done well.

During the same 16 years Fort Worth has been limping along with a myopic vision with little to show for the effort, except a failed wakeboard park, a drive-in movie theater, an ice rink open a few weeks of the year, an imaginary pavilion at an imaginary world class music venue (with outhouses) where locals are encouraged to float in the chronically polluted Trinity River.

Oh and a lot of promises. Such as four years ago a big bang began construction on three simple little bridges being built over dry land to connect the Fort Worth mainland to that imaginary island. Still not completed, with the Trinity River Vision Authority's near-sighted visionary, J.D. Granger, always touting imaginary progress just ahead.

Currently Granger is touting 2018 as the year one of those bridges may be almost completed, as the year when a relatively puny $55 million apartment complex may get under construction on the imaginary island, along with a few feet of the future river walk canal. And some other big things in the works which may be announced any day now. Or any year.


During this same 16 year time frame, up in the Seattle zone multiple public works projects, massively bigger than the Trinity River Vision, have been completed or are well under way. The world's biggest floating bridge was floated during that time frame (over actual water), with a lot of roadwork along with the new bridge. Price tag, several billion. The world's biggest vehicle tunnel was bored under downtown Seattle, a project which did have some delays, but that tunnel was dug in less time than those three simple little Fort Worth bridges have been stuck teeter tottering over dry land becoming known as the town's Yeehaw Seesaws. Miles of light rail have been added to the Seattle area transit system, with many more miles under way. Last election voters approved a $55 billion dollar bond issue to build even more light rail.

This latest Seattle Times article about public works projects spinning out of control was provoked by Washington's governor proposing a bullet train be built running from Vancouver, B.C, through Seattle, and on to Portland.

Meanwhile in Fort Worth. Well, you get the picture. Ain't exactly one of America's boomtowns. I wonder why?

Well, let's just look at this Seattle Times editorial like opinion piece Deception and delusion: It’s the name of the game for public megaprojects and ask yourself why you never read any such thing in the Star-Telegram? And further ask yourself if maybe the lack of this type criticism is one of the reasons so much of what gets done in Fort Worth gets done in such a corrupt craptacular fashion?

No accountability.

In Fort Worth you can foist a public works project on the public, without a vote, Hire the town's congresswoman's unqualified son to muck up the project, in a classic case of corrupt nepotism, with that project turning into an embarrassing boondoggle, and the local newspaper bats nary an eye. Well, there was that recent weak call from the Star-Telegram for some straight talk about the Trinity River Vision debacle.

Just check out the first few paragraphs of this article and then go read the rest of it and ask yourself why your local Fort Worth newspaper of record never publishes anything even remotely as direct, honest and responsible about anything in Fort Worth, particularly that disaster which has become America's Biggest Boondoggle....

Seattle has a checkered history with transportation projects morphing into pricey boondoggles. On one day this past week there were two perfect illustrations why.

The first came in the form of a report in this newspaper that city officials last year lowballed the costs of a downtown Seattle streetcar. Nothing new there. Only this time, the costs were lowballed again even after city planners were told they were wrong.

“You aren’t changing anything in this operating plan,” a city transit chief rebuked another official, after it had been pointed out the new streetcars would cost 50 percent more to operate than either the public, or the City Council, had been told.

Fast forward and the streetcar line in question, along First Avenue, is under construction. So it’s too late to worry about a pesky 50 percent cost overrun! Mission accomplished.

This is a classic example of what university researchers have come to call “strategic misrepresentation” — or, as you amateurs might term it, “lying.” It is one of the two main reasons big public infrastructure projects are so often delivered late and way over budget.

Simply put, the political system first lowballs the costs and timelines in order to grease the projects for approval.

The second reason was on radiant display Friday afternoon up in Vancouver, B.C. Our governor, who I like to call Sunny Jay for his effusive and often contagious enthusiasms, was on full beam when it came to a proposal to build a bullet train from Vancouver to Portland.

Now go read the rest of this Deception and delusion: It’s the name of the game for public megaprojects article...

Wichita Falls St. Patrick's Day Lucy Park Bike Ride With Leprechauns

I thought yesterday, Friday, was St. Patrick's Day, what with there being, I think, some sort of related event last night in the downtown zone of Wichita Falls.

This morning I called my mom to see if she knew she had a new granddaughter-in-law and incoming new great-grandkid. Mom knew about the one, but not the other. I erroneously told mom I thought yesterday was the Irish holiday.

And then later this morning I ventured to downtown Wichita Falls, to the library. At that point in time I saw a section of downtown barricaded with some sort of event seeming to be starting up, with people arriving, most looking predominantly green.

After leaving the library I did not venture to see what this downtown event was, instead I stayed with my plan to head to Lucy Park to pedal to Wichita Falls, that being the fake waterfall Wichita Falls built when the town got tired of tourists asking where the waterfall in Wichita Falls was located.

I was expecting not to see many people at Wichita Falls today. Instead I saw more people at Wichita Falls than I've ever seen previously.

Upon arriving at Wichita Falls I was greeted by loud pulsing music and what appeared to be Irish lasses bouncing about in front of a table set with what appeared to be green jello shots. I pedaled past the bouncing Irish lasses and eventually parked my bike and took the phone photo you see above.

Then I rolled my bike to the center of the Circle Trail bridge which crosses Wichita Falls, at the point where the falls enters the Wichita River. I was barely off my bike when a big green Leprechaun showed up to join the bouncing Irish lasses.

Above you see the aforementioned big green Leprechaun showing up, then soon the big green Leprechaun headed up the trail which takes one up Wichita Falls, leaving the bouncing lasses no longer bouncing, and the lass behind big green goggles staring at me.

The formerly bouncing lasses soon followed the big green Leprechaun up the trail.

And now you see those aforementioned formerly bouncing Irish lasses and the big green Leprechaun posing for photos, one of which you see below.

As you can see via the look at my bike looking at Wichita Falls, my bike is appropriately sufficiently green for St. Patrick's Day.

My St. Patrick's Day Lucy Park bike ride did not last long. Too cold. A cloud cover blocked any warming sun rays from arriving.

Happy News From Montana About Mr. & Mrs. Jones

Mr. and Mrs. Joey Jones
Well. Checking in on email this morning I found an extremely happy news from Spencer Jack's dad, my Favorite Nephew Jason, also known as FNJ, about Spencer Jack's uncle Joey, also known as FNJ2.

Below is the happy news....


I just wanted to update you on some family happenings. 

This morning, I received a text from my best friend.

That friend informed me that he was scheduled to make his first ever court appearance today.

This afternoon, whilst at work, I received a picture of Spencer's Uncle Joey kissing his bride, which I have attached.

I asked my friend, via text, if I could share this photo with you.   He responded quickly with 'yes!'

Later tonight I was privileged to talk to him via phone.

Joey told me he married Monique today at the Helena Municipal Courthouse at about 3:15 PM (mountain time).

He sounded so happy.   He said Monique was so happy too.

I am so happy for Joey and Monique.  And I am sure many others are too.

Also, I can't wait to be an Uncle.  I am told that this will happen in early October.

Thought you would enjoy all this good news. 


Friday, March 16, 2018

Windy Ride To A Wichita Falls Urban Lake

I am ready for the end the day after day after day of blustery wind blowing across the prairie buffeting me with its gusty bluster whilst rolling my wheels on a salubrious bout of endorphin inducing aerobic stimulation.

At least the wind was warm today, so there was that to be happy about. And the allergy activating tree pollen seems to be taking a break, judging by this morning not being viewed through burning, watery eyes for an hour or so upon getting vertical.

When my previous bike was stolen, in addition to the bike being taken, that which was attached to the bike went along with the thief, including the bag in which I carried my phone, camera, keys and other stuff.

So, I have been doing some bike accessory replacing. Including the black bag you see above, attached to the handlebars. In the six years since I last bought bike stuff there have been some changes. For instance, the bike bag now comes with a handy smart phone see-through water-proof pocket at the top. This has proved to be extremely convenient, now able to quickly check the time, or who is calling, or texting.

In today's illustrative photo the bike is on the Bridge of Sikes, at the west end of one of Wichita Falls many urban lakes. Wichita Falls does not actually identify the lakes inside its city limits as being "urban lakes".

The only town I have ever known which calls a lake inside its border an "urban lake" is Fort Worth. And in that case it is an imaginary lake which is really a pond, and even calling it a pond is being generous. It is more a proposed wide spot in a river which may one day actually exist, way in the future.

The Wichita Falls urban lake I rolled around today is Sikes Lake. Sikes Lake is about a quarter mile from my abode. About a mile south of my abode there is another Wichita Falls urban lake. That one is called Lake Wichita.

I had planned on rolling to Lake Wichita today, with a quick run up Mount Wichita, what with being in training for mountain hiking. But, as soon as I got on the Circle Trail I decided I did not want to fight against the wind, in that direction. So, I let the wind push me the other direction, all the way to Hamilton Park, and beyond. Eventually making it to the aforementioned Sikes Lake.

Tomorrow even if the wind is not being windy I won't be biking south to Lake Wichita. Tomorrow I'm heading north...

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Warming Up Biking The Stress Free Wichita Falls Paved Trails

I do not remember if I remembered to mention that I found myself a replacement for the bike which was stolen in broad daylight from its locked carport position, a week before the last iteration of Christmas.

The new bike seems to be a better bike than the stolen bike. It is lighter and rides real smooth and quiet. The stolen bike was nearing the end of its lifespan.

You can tell by my super smiling selfie face how happy the new bike causes me to be.

I suppose I should point out the obvious and make clear that that is my new bike behind me. Further behind me is the new playground type installation in Hamilton Park. This is an extremely futuristic, extremely abstract playground type installation. I have seen kids puzzling as to how to play on this playground type installation.

Wichita Falls is quite modern with things like playground type installations. And having modern restroom facilities in the town's many parks, unlike another Texas town with which I was formerly familiar, where outhouses are the norm, but that's the Fort Worth Way, providing the town's few tourists with a third world experience without need of a passport.

Also, unlike that other Texas town, the town of Wichita Falls has plenty of sidewalks. And paved trails. And paved alleys. Making for stress free wheel rolling without having much vehicular interference.

I am hoping to make my way up to the Pacific Northwest within a reasonable time frame. So that I can go mountain biking with Theo, and Ruby and David if they are up to it. And go mountain hiking with Maxine.

Maxine took me on my first real Cascade Mountain hiking adventure decades ago. Hiking up Mount Baker from the Schreiber's Meadow access point. If I am remembering right, and sometimes I do, I have not hiked up Mount Baker since I did so with Spencer Jack's uncle Joey, way back in the previous century, at some point in the 1990s.

So, I am having to amp up my endorphin inducing aerobic activity in order to get myself in sufficiently good shape to go mountain biking with Theo and mountain hiking with Maxine.

I am hoping today is the last day where the outer world is chilly, with the return of regular warm air from this point forward, until next October, or later...

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Theo Sleeps Through Tacoma Heat Wave Whilst Uncle Durango's Head Aches

Tacoma's cutest twins, Ruby and Theo, have been going through another bout of the flu, worse, by some accounts, than their Disneyland related flu bout of late January.

Yesterday I learned Theo's condition had morphed into an ear infection.

This morning, when inquiring about Theo's condition, I asked if Theo had been outside enjoying the record breaking heat wave that was in the news due to heating up Western Washington much more than the March norm.

Theo's mama then texted me the photo of Theo you see here, taken on Sunday, when his mama suggested he go outside for some hoped for sunny salubriousness.

Instead Theo's mama, when checking on him shortly thereafter, found Theo sound asleep. Since this was totally not the active Theo norm, mama Kristin was called, and soon Theo was having some urgent care at mama Kristin's Urgent Care facility, where the ear infection was discovered.

Decades ago, when I was in the Theo age frame, I had bad ear infections which I remember as being terribly painful.

A couple days ago I watched the famous All in the Family episode where Edith was overwhelmed trying to take care of sick Archie, Gloria and the Meathead, so she called Aunt Maude to ask for help, with Maude coming to the rescue, making for one of the funniest episodes of that funny series, an episode so talked about that Maude soon had her own spin off series.

I'm thinking if this ongoing series of Tacoma ailments keeps having David, Theo and Ruby sick, and their parental units worn out, that Uncle Durango might need to come to the rescue.

Yeah, I'm sure that would be a big help.

Escaping Texas would certainly help with Uncle Durango's current unhealthy misery. As in the return of allergy woes. I suffered not a bit whilst in Arizona. And never have any sort of allergy woe when I am in Washington. But here in Texas, the last couple years, tree pollen has been a vexing misery. The latest iteration of such has had me awake since about three this morning, with a headache, now abated.

I have had some blogging fodder I wanted to blog about, but I've just not felt up to it. Maybe tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after that....

Sunday, March 11, 2018

The Real Work Begins To Sink Panther Island & J.D. Granger

A day or two ago I heard from someone named Anonymous, anonymously pointing me to that which you see here...

Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Looking For Fort Worth Star-Telegram Straight Talk...": 

Now the Real Work Begins: JD Granger Keeps Panther Island Project Afloat

Catching up with the executive director of the Trinity River Vision Authority.

It is in a publication called Fort Worth Magazine we catch up with J.D. Granger. This article is the most ridiculous piece of embarrassingly inept propaganda yet regarding the debacle which has become America's Biggest Boondoggle.

Let's take a look at this ridiculous puff piece about J.D. Granger and the Boondoggle he is so proud of.

Just the title of this article is absurd. After years of nothing much happening now the real work of floating an imaginary island begins?


The first two paragraphs after being told we are catching up with the executive director of the Trinity River Vision Authority...

When you’re in charge of one of the biggest projects on one of the biggest landmarks of Fort Worth — the Trinity River — there’s no doubt you’re busy. Couple that with being a dad, a frequent traveler and, not to mention, the son of a U.S. representative.

Such is the life of JD Granger, executive director of the Trinity River Vision Authority (TRVA). Aside from managing flood control and hosting events like Panther Island Ice and Rockin’ the River, one of the biggest things on TRVA’s plate right now is the Panther Island project — an estimated $910 million development that intends to bring housing, restaurants, entertainment and a San Antonio-style riverwalk to the northside of downtown. All in all, the development will span 88 miles down the Trinity.

One of the biggest projects? On one of the biggest landmarks?

The writer of this article thinks J.D. is managing flood control. Wrap your brain around that, if you can. And yet, even though J.D. is so busy managing flood control he finds time to host an ice rink for a few weeks during the winter, along with Rockin' the Polluted River in inner tubes. But, according to this inept writer, the biggest thing on J.D.'s busy plate is the Panther Island project, the cost of which this writer has ballooned to almost a billion bucks. Just for the imaginary island. And this development, you know, the Panther Island project, will span 88 miles down the Trinity.

Wouldn't 88 miles down the Trinity take one way east past Dallas? I had no idea the over reach of America's Biggest Boondoggle had grown so big.

And then this gem of a paragraph...

This year, the nitty-gritty begins. With much of the prep work finishing up, Granger says more vertical construction is set to take place — think breaking ground on a multifamily and the beginnings of the riverwalk.

Nitty gritty must be an engineering term about which I am not familiar. Years ago, back when J.D. and his mother ignited a TNT explosion to celebrate the start of construction of three simple little bridges being built over dry land to connect the Fort Worth mainland to that imaginary island, J.D. told his clueless minions that now we would be seeing vertical construction taking place, thus the minions would finally be seeing some progress of the long blind vision. The prep work is finishing up? Did we not just recently learn that J.D. and his incompetent cohorts were shocked to discover they needed many millions more for infrastructure work on the imaginary island?

So, it would seem some more prep work is needed before that nitty gritty can begin.

The level of idiotic hubris expressed in this article astounds. Before we get to the embarrassing Q and A section there is this paragraph...

Granger handles all that and still finds time to drive his kids to sports activities and go tubing down the river (incognito, might we add). He took some time out of his jam-packed schedule to chat with us on how the vision is coming along and what life is like on the river.

Oh my. Granger handles all that flood control, ice skating and river floating hosting, which, of course, he does incognito, and yet finds time out of his busy schedule to share how his imaginary vision is coming along and what his life on the river is like.

Now, let's get to the aforementioned Q & A...

Q.  What’s your favorite thing to do along the river?
A.  Along? My favorite thing is to be in our river tubing at Sunday Funday at Panther Island Pavilion. I’ll float and chat with people far and near. I hold back telling them what I do. I soak in their thoughts about our river, the event and Fort Worth at-large. They always say, “I never thought about getting in the Trinity River. This is great.” I know I look like a madman smiling ear to ear.

I almost feel like uttering the cliche "I have no words". But, what an idiot Kay's son seems to be. His favorite thing is spending Sunday's floating in the e.coli infested river, chatting with fellow floaters, far and near in the river. Never telling his fellow floaters that the floating is his brilliant idea, whilst he enjoys listening to thoughts waxing poetic about the wonders of getting in the Trinity River and Fort Worth at large. Which renders J.D. to be a smiling madman.

And now the next Q & A...

Q.  How is the Panther Island project coming along?
A.  Killing it. We’re about one-third of the way through the project. We are about to wrap up the phase that provides little reward — clearing the way for vertical construction. Now, the excitement begins. Bridges are well underway. The bypass channel is in final design. The first multifamily project and riverwalk section begins this spring. And, we are working with several more developers on some great projects that would extend the Panther Island River Walk in the near future.

Wait? What? Did J.D. just suffer some sort of Freudian Slip? Asked how the Panther Island project is coming along J.D. accurately admits he is killing it? I think many would agree that hiring someone totally unqualified to oversee such a project would have the likely consequence of eventually killing the project.

J.D. is telling us America's Biggest Boondoggle is about one-third of the way through the project.

Let's see, the Trinity River Vision was foisted on the Fort Worth public back in 2002. That is 16 years ago. With the project, according to its imbecile executive director about one-third complete, that means we have 32 years to go for project completion.

32 years takes us to 2050. Halfway to the next century.

The way this slow motion pseudo public works project has been limping along 2050 seems like an optimistic target.

And now another embarrassing Question and Answer...

Q.  Your mom is Kay Granger. How closely do you follow each other’s career?
A.  We do more than follow. We partnered to complete the delivery of the river project. She committed to coordinating all federal needs. I committed to coordinating all state and local needs. And, we promised each other that neither could leave until everything is on autopilot. But, don’t get me wrong — she is still Mom. She calls me at least twice every weekend for me to come over and “fix” her TV remote, iPad, thermostat, phone ... Please. Please. Take her electronics from her. She is in denial.

Uh. Isn't it pretty much common knowledge J.D. was given this job, for which he had zero qualifications, so as to motivate his mother to secure federal pork barrel dollars? Which she has done, albeit with limited success, hence part of the slow motion project problem. So, according to J.D., the Granger Gang has partnered to coordinate this project, promising each other not to leave until the slow motion project is on autopilot.

With J.D. telling us the project is only one-third complete, how old will his mother be in 2050? Let's see, Kay was born in 1943, which will make her around 107 in 2050, when her son projects this ill begotten project may be completed. Somehow I think there is a good chance Kay (and her son) will be leaving this project, one way or another, well before 2050.

On to the next embarrassing Q & A....

Q.  What else do you talk about?
A.  Our brains multitask at all times, and we are the restless sort. We think it’s normal. However, it can be exhausting to others, especially loved ones. We relax by enjoying a glass of wine, while playing gin rummy, and talking nonstop about our community’s needs and what we could do to help. My kids think our conversations are very boring. My friends say they are stressful. But we love them, and that it is how we relax.

Does the word "delusional" cross anyone else's mind reading this tripe? J.D. and his mom are restless sorts, with brains afire multitasking. Boozing it up whilst playing cards engaging in nonstop talk about what they can do about Fort Worth's many needs.

Oh my, those must be some interesting conversations. The pair has been so successful doing so much for so long to Fort Worth. Fort Worth is so lucky having this pair doing so much for, or to, the town. Do they discuss how embarrassing it is that they exploded TNT years ago to celebrate the start of construction of three simple little bridges, with a four year construction timeline, which are still not built, four years later? Do they talk about how embarrassing it is that they are involved in, and have helped cause, what has become known as America's Biggest Boondoggle?

Are these embarrassing Questions and Answers ever gonna stop...

Q.  What keeps you grounded?
A.  People. I love them. All of them. I eat out almost every meal — in large part because I crave the conversations and input of people outside my circle. From the waitstaff, to the bartender, or the couple sitting next to me, the conversations always challenge me. Listening to others describe where they are from, why they chose their neighborhood, or thoughts on different Fort Worth districts provide wonderful honest input. Those conversations are brain candy.

Oh yes, that has been a concern of many people, wondering what in the world keeps J.D. Granger grounded, what with his busy schedule and all he is accomplishing for the imaginary benefit of Fort Worth. And now we know, it is people who keep J.D. grounded. The little people whose conversations provide his simple little mind with brain candy, due to how challenging the conversations are.

Likely the challenging part is people asking J.D. to explain why there is so little to see after what years ago used to be known as the Trinity River Vision. Or, hey J.D., what's up with those stupid looking bridges that don't seem to be getting built?

Two more Questions and Answers and we are done with them...

Q. When not working, what are you doing?
A. Traveling. Every trip teaches me new things to bring home and affirms why I love Fort Worth.

Q. What should we expect to see from Panther Island in 2018?
A.  Almost full completion of the White Settlement Bridge. Great progress on the Henderson and Main Street bridges. Wrapping up the first phase of Riverside Park and Gateway Park. The groundbreaking of Panther Island’s first multifamily project. The first section of River Walk. And, we hope to announce another mixed-use project that truly captures the vision the community described for Panther Island.

Where in the world is J.D. traveling to from which he brings things home affirmation of why he loves Fort Worth? It can't be modern parts of America to which he is traveling.

According to J.D. in 2018 we may see the almost completion of one of the Boondoggle's bridges which began being constructed four years ago? With some progress on the other two bridges being built in slow motion over dry land?

This is all smoke and mirrors.

And the people of Fort Worth really should be ashamed of themselves for putting up with, and tolerating, this nonsense.

J.D. Granger needs to be fired. Fort Worth needs to grow up and stop doing business via what is known as the Fort Worth Way, where a small oligarchy rules the town, ineptly, and boot out those who have done so much damage for so long, including booting Kay Granger from Congress.

I know it won't happen. There are too many sheep who call Fort Worth home. Too many people who pay too little attention to what they don't think they have any say about.

With the power of the vote apparently an alien concept.

Recently we blogged about Anonymously Wondering If J.D. Granger Is Paid Enough To Direct America's Biggest Boondoggle where we all learned J.D. is currently being paid around $200,000 a year, plus an expense account, plus other perks, to manage what has become, largely due to his incompetent inexperience, America's Biggest Boondoggle.

This needs to stop. The plug needs to be pulled. The damage to Fort Worth needs to stop.

America's Biggest Boondoggle is only going to get worse. The cost is going to continue to go up. The flood diversion channel is not even yet designed, with its cost not yet estimated. There are so many potential pitfalls, including those absurd bridges currently looking like teeter totter seesaws, now referred to locally as the Yeehaw Seesaws.

I just don't get it. From first exposure it has seemed obvious Fort Worth suffers from what amounts to being a civic inferiority complex, for good reason.

Being the location of American's Biggest Boondoggle only exacerbates that civic inferiority complex. Pulling the plug on this Boondoggle would be the first step to Fort Worth growing up and finally becoming a town wearing its Big City Pants.

Or it can continue operating the Fort Worth Way, currently with the help of the Granger Gang...

Friday, March 9, 2018

Not Skiing With Spencer Jack In Texas Hiking Camelback Mountain

Yes, I can guess what you are thinking, that being that Spencer Jack and his dad, my favorite nephew, Jason, are visiting Texas and in the photo are riding the transit device which takes one to the summit of Mount Wichita, to have themselves some skiing fun.


You guessed wrong.

Spencer Jack has never been to Texas and refuses to visit the Lone Star State until the state is purged of embarrassments like Ted Cruz, and other embarrassments of similar sort.

Such as not allowing medicinal marijuana.

What you see here is Spencer Jack riding a device called a chairlift, which is used to lift one to an elevation high up a snow covered geographic feature known as a mountain.

Spencer Jack did not disclose to which Washington ski location he had taken his dad, whether it was Stevens Pass, Snoqualmie Summit, Mount Baker or one of the other Washington ski zones. But, I'm guessing it's Stevens, Snoqualmie or Baker, due to those being the closest to Mount Vernon ski areas with chairlifts.

In the second photo documentation documenting Spencer Jack's ski trip I think we can rule out both Mount Baker and Stevens Pass, due to what looks to be a highway overpass in the background.

Then again, a highway overpass may have been added to the Stevens Pass summit zone since I was last at that location.

Spencer Jack and his dad did not make it to Arizona last month whilst I was there, despite multiple incidents indicating such was going to happen.

Spencer Jack's grandpa, my little brother Jake, is currently recovering from getting his back operated on. When that recovery is history I'm planning on returning to Arizona where Spencer Jack's grandpa and I are going to hike to the summit of Camelback Mountain, where there is no chairlift to facilitate easy summit access.

It would make for a mighty fine hike if Spencer Jack and his dad would be in Arizona at that point in time to lead his grandpa and favorite uncle to the top of Camelback, a location to which Spencer Jack's dad has already hiked, supposedly, though no photo documentation has been provided proving such to be the case.

UPDATE: Spencer Jack's spokesperson called to inform us that it was to Stevens Pass he took his dad skiing, and that an overpass has been added to the pass since last I passed by that location.

UPDATE #2: In the newly found text accompanying Spencer Jack's Stevens Pass photos we learn that yesterday Spencer skipped school to go skiing because it was his 11th birthday and skiing with his dad is how he chose to celebrate being two years from turning into a teenager....