Saturday, March 31, 2018

No Tarrant County Election Fraud Criminal Charges While Crystal Mason Gets Five Year Sentence

That should say "Crystal Mason of Tarrant County, Texas voted in 2016 without realizing she was disenfranchised due to a felony."

You know, Tarrant, that county in Texas which recently was nationally, well, internationally embarrassed when a judge ordered an uncooperative witness to get zapped into answering questions.

Tarrant County is also the location of an election which triggered the biggest election fraud investigation in Texas history. With that investigation triggered by the way out of the norm number of absentee Tarrant Regional Water District Board Election ballots cast for Marty Leonard and  Jim Lane. Somewhere around 10,000 absentee ballots.

Receiving 10,000 votes used to be enough votes to give a candidate the win in a TRWD Board Election.

This particular Tarrant County election fraud has been the subject of a number of blog posts....

Evidence Corrupt Tarrant County Political Machine Steals Elections

Tarrant Regional Water District Board Election Fraud

Is The TRWD-Gate Scandal About To Blow Wide Open?

A Noble Look At Probable Election Fraud In The Recent TRWD Board Election

Even though this rather obvious Tarrant County election fraud was so obvious even the world's most oblivious person could see it, nothing has been done, no one has been prosecuted, no charges have been filed, nothing has happened.

Well, there was that next TRWD Board Election which saw Mary Kelleher lose with results which seemed as out of whack as was the previous TRWD Board Election. With again, nothing happening of the righting a wrong sort.

But now, a young Tarrant County woman who was on probation after having served time for a felony, who voted in the 2016 election, has been sentenced to five years in prison for voting when the terms of her probation forbid her from doing so.

When Crystal Mason went to vote she was not on the voting rolls, and so she was given a provisional ballot. You know, the type ballot one is given if ones validity as a voter is in question, so you get to vote with that vote only counting once it is determined you were eligible to vote.

Crystal Mason says she was not aware she was not allowed to vote due to her felony. Like Crystal Mason has said in the press, if she knew she could get in trouble and risk being sent back to prison, once again locked away from her daughter, would she have taken such a risk?

Methinks no. Honest mistake on Crystal Mason's part.

And even if Crystal Mason voted fully aware she was not supposed to be doing so, is doing so really a crime of a level warranting five years in prison?

Methinks, absolutely no.

Due to that provisional ballot thing Crystal Mason's vote did not count. No harm done.

Meanwhile, who is doing time for the Tarrant County ballot shenanigans which triggered the biggest election fraud investigation in Texas history?

I am hoping sanity prevails and a higher court than a corrupt Tarrant County one overturns Crystal Mason's five year prison sentence...

Friday, March 30, 2018

Good Friday Lake Wichita Flying Fish Following Fishers Of Men To Easter

This morning I took my motorized means of conveyance to the doctor for an oil change.

While that was happening I found myself a new portable computing device.

As soon as the fog lifted this morning I felt a surge of energy which had been absent for a couple foggy days.

Rain the past few days has left some puddling in its wake.

Even with some remaining puddling, around noon I decided my bike needed some wheel time, so I rolled it to Lake Wichita where eventually my bike and I stopped at the Lake Wichita Flying Fish.

A plaque of the inspirational sort, at least I am assuming that is the intention, has been added to the Flying Fish since I last stopped at that location...


It is so amazing that it is known what Jesus said all those many years ago, what with there being no recording devices available at the time, except for memory and and words written long after Jesus said them, if he did say them.

I think today is the anniversary of that day, long ago, when Jesus died for a couple days, murdered by evil Romans, only to come back to life the following Sunday, which came to be called Easter.

I think I have that story right...

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Visiting Haltom City's Elsie The Cow Where Dreams Come True

Yes, as you can clearly see via the photo documentation, today I found myself at that place "WHERE DREAMS COME TRUE".

Haltom City.

Well, at Fuel City in Haltom City.

At this location one finds a couple buffalo, a couple longhorn, and one beast which looks like a zebra losing its stripes.

Someone told me that the biggest of the longhorns was named Elsie the Cow as some sort of homage to Haltom City native, Elsie Hotpepper.

I find that a bit hard to believe. It would seem more likely one of the buffalo would be named after Elsie.

Then again, when I called out the name "Elsie" the big longhorned wonder you see above responded, lifting its horns in a proud photo posing stance which seems quite reminiscent of Elsie Hotpepper in one of her patented selfie posing modes.

There is talk lately of me moving out of Texas, heading west. I am conflicted. I enjoy my monthly returns to the DFW zone. Among other things I do in Texas...

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Elsie Hotpepper Caught Shamelessly Taking Forbidden Sikes Lake Selfies

A couple days ago Elsie Hotpepper's appointment secretary made contact to arrange a meeting this weekend whilst the Hotpepper was in Wichita Falls for some Hi Jinks involving a Silver Dollar Saloon and a stage once performed on by Elvis.

After some negotiating it was arranged to meet Elsie Hotpepper at a bench on the Sikes Lake paved trail at the north end of the signature bridge at the west end of the lake.

Elsie Hotpepper agreed to come alone, without her entourage and that she would take no photos, no selfies, no nothing of the take a photo type thing.

The no photo clause was inserted due to previous incidents where Elsie Hotpepper took stealth photos, unbeknownst to those photographed, with those photos then showing up in various venues, such as Facebook, Twitter, Dallas Observer, Fox News, and other such spots.

So, today, whilst on that aforementioned Sikes Lake signature bridge, Elsie Hotpepper whipped out her phone and took a photo before prevention measures could be taken. When chastised for this breech of photo protocol Elsie claimed she was just taking a selife of herself with Sikes Lake in the background.

And then, a few minutes ago the photo Elsie took began to show up on various social media, where it was quickly clear Elsie had surreptitiously taken a forbidden photo, using her sunglassess as reflective mirror.


And people still wonder why there are people who insist you just can not trust Elsie Hotpepper.

Saturday, March 24, 2018

Warm Saturday Spring Lake Wichita Wheel Rolling Looking For Saloon Hopping Hotpepper

The first Saturday Spring day of 2018 brought temperatures ranging between 70 and 80 at my location way north of being deep in the heart of Texas.

Meanwhile I have had multiple reports from my old Washington home zone of people waking up this morning to look out their windows to see snow had rendered the landscape white.

With a clear blue sky and semi-balmy temperatures, and no chance of snow, I joined the throngs on the Wichita Falls Circle Trail today, rolling my wheels to Lake Wichita, across the dam, and then around Mount Wichita, which you see hovering above on the west side of the lake.

Today I found myself dodging multiple roller bladers and skateboarders. I do not recollect such previously happening on the Circle Trail. I had sort of figured those two means of fun conveyance had somehow never arrived at this location on the planet.

I have been getting reports Elsie Hotpepper is about to arrive in town. Tonight the Hotpepper is expected to be doing some of her patented saloon hopping, starting with the Iron Horse Saloon in downtown Wichita Falls. If I am understanding correctly libation fortification is needed by Elsie Hotpepper and her entourage prior to seeing some Hicks.

Are the Hicks Hotpepper relatives? I have no idea.

I have tentatively agreed to meet Elsie Hotpepper Sunday morning at a specific bench location located on one of the Wichita Falls urban lakes. Specific conditions have been agreed to for this meeting, including a zero tolerance of selfie photos...

Friday, March 23, 2018

Challenging Qualifications Of Granger Gang Boondogglers

Recently we blogged about Congresswoman Kay Granger's eldest son, J.D., being the worst project manager in history.

Regarding that blogging former Fort Worth City Councilman, Clyde Picht made the following comment about Kay's son...

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Shortly after the tier 4 law school graduate and assistant district attorney, JD Granger, was hired to mastermind the TRV Central City Project, Rich Conner wrote an editorial in the FW Business Press. Conner challenged the qualifications of Granger and wondering what TRWD's Jim Oliver apparently knew that no one else knew. Well yes, we all knew that JD was connected via mum to the federal treasury. Now we know more about Mr Creativity. He helped create a now defunct water board park, drive-in movie (status unknown), ice rink, and a Tim Love restaurant on the Trinity where JD probably gets a free feed bag.

After I decided to turn Clyde Picht's comment into another blogging I Googled for a Clyde Picht image for illustrative purposes.


Multiple image instances of Clyde Picht showing up on this very blog you are reading right now showed up, including the two images you see here, above and below.

America's Biggest Boondoggle has been boondoggling along for so long one forgets how many times and in how many ways the Boondoggle has been the subject of derision and discussion.

And still J.D. Granger keeps his job, after year after year after year of incompetent boondoggling, getting a big annual raise, along with multiple perks, currently with his annual salary almost $200,000.


I'm not sure, but I think the Clyde Picht when it squeals like a pig it's pork blurb you see above was the illustrative image in Fort Worth's Clyde Picht On America's Biggest Boondoggle.

Is there any chance Fort Worth's voters will do the right thing and boot Kay Granger from Congress? I suspect not. Fort Worth really does not have much experience with doing the right thing...

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Biking To See The Elsie Hotpepper Homewood Hotel Saturday Penthouse Location

That is my bike you are looking here, looking at what my bike was looking at about an hour ago.

Location? The Sikes Lake Trail.

What are we looking at? The Hilton Homewood Suites building.

Why are we looking at this?


Earlier today a semi-reliable source informed us that on Saturday the Elsie Hotpepper entourage is expected to be taking up residence in the penthouse of the Homewood Suites, with a view overlooking beautiful Sikes Lake. I do not know if the Homewood Suites penthouse is high enough to afford a view north of the stunning skyline of beautiful downtown Wichita Falls.

I also do not know why, of the dozens of hotel locations in Wichita Falls, Elsie Hotpepper chose to stay in the one closest to my abode. I do not know how Elsie Hotpepper could possibly know the location of my abode, since that information is classified on a need to know basis.

I am looking forward to trying to see Elsie Hotpepper on Saturday, if I make it back from Oklahoma in time....

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

No Mount Wichita Bike Ride Prior To Wichita Mountain Excursion

Finally, day two of this latest iteration of Spring brings a day warm enough to allow a comfortable bike ride attired minimally.

A lot of people were out and about today, biking, walking, jogging, blading and sitting on the Circle Trail, fishing on Lake Wichita, climbing Mount Wichita and dog chasing in the Lake Wichita Park dog park.

Looking at this picture you are probably thinking I am about to ride the bike to the summit of Mount Wichita.

Doing such a thing looks doable, but in reality, I don't think doing such is doable, unless one is some sort of stunt bike rider.

Saturday I am currently scheduled to go up to Oklahoma, to Medicine Lake and the Wichita Mountains, where mountain hiking, and, I think, mountain biking takes place.

But, earlier today I learned from Elsie Hotpepper that she expects to see me on Saturday. I do not know how I am going to resolve such a scheduling conflict. Elsie Hotpepper did not inform me as to what time she is expecting to make a Wichita Falls appearance. Perhaps this will occur after I am back south of the Red River.

On another perplexing note. This morning I got a confusing Facebook message that appeared to not be directly directed to me, with one person telling another person that this Facebook message to me should be enough of a contact to facilitate engaging in brainstorming to take down Kay.

Take down Kay?

Are we talking about the notorious Fort Worth congresswoman? I think it would certainly be to Fort Worth's benefit to replace Kay Granger with someone more attuned to listening and effectively doing, but I have no clue how to go about doing such a thing.

Facts, logic and common sense do not hold much sway where things are done the Fort Worth Way.

That sounds like a campaign slogan....

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

First Day Of Spring Chilly Biking Over Wichita Falls Urban Lake Via Sikes Signature Bridge

The previous couple days cold temperatures and strong winds, sometimes both at the same time, have made rolling my bike wheels to be not a fun thing to want to be doing.

And so I haven't. Til today.

It seems warmer days keep being predicted, but when those predicted warm days arrive a chill from the north holds the heat back.

Currently the temperature at my location is predicted to reach into the realm of 90 degrees on Friday. I expect by the arrival of that day reality won't have me turning on the A/C for the first time this year.

Today, even though the temperature was only somewhere in the 50s, and a wind was blowing from the north, I managed to have myself a mighty fine bike ride, rolling my wheels north on the Circle Trail to Hamilton Park, then southwest to MSU, then to Sikes Lake, which is where you see my bike parked above.

Parked on one of the signature bridges which cross Sikes Lake, which is one of Wichita Falls urban lakes.

I learned via the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, and the other propagandists for America's Biggest Boondoggle, that it's the thing to do to call a perfectly simple bridge a "signature" bridge. And any lake in your city limits an "urban" lake. So as not to confuse simpletons who might think a lake in your town was a "rural" lake.

In the picture above of my bike parked on that simple "signature" bridge, you can see my cell phone in its handy new holder. So convenient whilst one is rolling along and the phone makes its incoming call noise. I can easily see who I don't want to talk to. And the time. Convenient.

Today is the first day of Spring. This would seem to mean that reliable warm weather will soon arrive and this needing layers of outerwear to keep warm whilst outdoors will come to an end for a few months.

I hope...

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....

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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....

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Eventually One Of The Texas People Voting Today


It wasn't easy, but eventually I managed to do my voting duty today.

Apparently today was the first time I have not early voted in my current Texas location. Which means when I showed up at my regular voting location, in the Sikes Senter Mall, there was nary a voting booth to be seen.

I then asked my phone if it knew where the Wichita Falls voting locations were located.

My phone directed me to a location nearer my abode than the Sikes Senter Mall, that being the Texas Department of Motor Vehicles location on Southwest Parkway.

So I made my way back south to Southwest Parkway where I eventually parked after seeing a "VOTE HERE" sign.

I made my way through a byzantine maze to the voting location. Handed over my voter registration card and my driver's license I.D., which is still inexplicably required in Texas, the producing an I.D. thing.

I was then informed I was in the wrong voting location, that my voting location was in the First Christian Church on Taft Boulevard, across the street from Midwestern State University.

There is more than one Christian church at this location on Taft, but the First Christian name is the name of the church, not a reference to its location in the lineup of other Christian churches.

Eventually I found my way to another "VOTE HERE" sign, which you see below.

After following another byzantine maze I eventually found my voting location.

I'd forgotten that in a Texas primary election one does not get what is known as a secret ballot.

After proving one is an eligible voter one is asked if one wants the Republican or the Democrat ballot.

One has to answer this question, out loud, twice.

How embarrassing it must be if one wants to vote Republican to have to announce such out loud for all to hear.

I understand the concept of controlling which primary ballot one gets to vote on, thus helping solve the problem of cross over voters voting for a horrible Republican candidate to help guarantee the Republicans lose against a much better Democrat candidate. For instance, voting for Ted Cruz so there'd be a slimy, creepy Republican opponent for Democrat Beto O'Rourke.

But why can this choice not be made secretly? As in after one enters ones voting code, then selecting, in private, which party ballot one wishes to be voting on?

And why does Texas make voting so difficult? With so many voting locations, which seem to vary with each election? A church voting location? That sort of seems an unseemly thing, what with that whole separation of church and state concept.

I don't remember the last time I ever went to a voting poll location in Washington. Sometime in the 1980s, would be my guess. Washington long ago went to the permanent absentee ballot option, where one got mailed a ballot which one returns by mail. That method has been refined over the years to the point now a registered Washington voter gets their ballot in the mail, and then drops it in one of the many conveniently located ballot boxes.

I just returned from a month in the Arizona version of modern America. Texas always seems so quaint in so many ways when I return from modern America...

Monday, March 5, 2018

Wichita Falls Prairie Dog Town Bulldozed After Border Wall Destroyed

Yesterday, late in the afternoon of the first Sunday of March, I received an urgent notice notifying me the Wichita Falls Prairie Dog Town had suffered a massive attack which had knocked down the border wall surrounding Prairie Dog Town, with Prairie Dog Town then bulldozed into oblivion.

This sounded dire.

I was shocked and quickly gathered up my documentation tools and made my way to my motorized vehicle transport to drive the short distance west to Prairie Dog Town.

When the outskirts came into view I was relieved to see the Prairie Dog Town suburbs had not been molested.

But then Prairie Dog Town came into view and it was worse than my imagination imagined. I pulled into the now dirt covered parking lot and saw the forlorn prairie dog you see above, above ground, surveying the damage done to his town.

Multiple prairie dogs were on top of their town's ruins, working to rebuild, such as the little guy you see below.

Another overview of the destruction zone, with another prairie dog seen working on rebuilding.

Across the street from the now destroyed Prairie Dog Town, suburb dwellers were seen above ground looking at the remains of their town, a trio of such you see below.

I am assuming there is a good reason Prairie Dog Town was attacked and its walls removed. It looks like where the wall previously existed a new foundation has been poured, perhaps for the erection of a new wall, with the possibility a new improved Prairie Dog Town may rise from the rubble.

We can only hope.

The prairie dogs seemed to be in good spirits. I was greeted by a lot of barking and a few prairie dogs running towards me hoping for some vittles. I did not think to bring any vittles in my rush to check out what had happened to the Wichita Falls Prairie Dog Town.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Nephew Joey In Mount Vernon's Lincoln Theater Leads To Texas Theater Eyesores

Incoming this morning, via email, from Spencer Jack's dad, my nephew Joey's big brother, Jason.

Message in email...

In case you no longer subscribe to the Skagit Valley Herald, I’ll share a photo which featured in today’s newspaper.

Well, I am a couple thousand miles distant from the Skagit Valley, and so a delivery subscription with the Skagit Valley's newspaper is not doable.

Hence I had not seen this photo of Spencer Jack's Uncle Joey climbing amongst the rafters in Mount Vernon's Lincoln Theater.

Joey is an electrician doing electrical stuff for Mount Vernon's Dimensional Communications.

I last saw Joey in October of 2015 in Grapevine, Texas. Joey was in Dallas installing some electrical stuff at an Expedia extension office.

I can not remember the precise details, but at some point in time in the last century I found myself sort of in the same location we see Joey, high above the Lincoln Theater seats below.

Seeing this photo of Joey in the Lincoln Theater got me thinking, yet again, about the profound differences between the towns I was familiar with up North and West, and the towns I have become familiar in the South.

In the South the legit concept of using eminent domain to take property for the public good is often abused. Maybe the concept is misunderstood.

Up North and West if a property owner's property falls into a state of dis-repair, as in becomes an abandoned eyesore, a city will take action to fix the problem, enabled and empowered by city ordinance designed to prevent such.

For the public good.

Mount Vernon, in its theater heyday, had three downtown movie theaters, the Lincoln, Lido and Lyric, if I am remembering the Lincoln's fellow theater's names correctly.

Again, if I am remembering correctly, the Lyric long ago was re-purposed with a new non-theater purpose. The Lido, at the north end of downtown, continued in some sort of theater form, I think. The Lincoln, at the south end of downtown, was restored to its heyday glory and received National Historic Site status of some sort.

Meanwhile, ever since I first saw it way back late in the previous century, in the Fort Worth Stockyards zone, there has been an abandoned eyesore theater, the New Isis Theater, with its marquee always announcing a revival which never comes.

Whoever owns the New Isis Theater property is not told by the city to clean up the mess. The mess just lingers, year after year, decade after decade, mucking up the visual appeal of Fort Worth's only tourist attraction.

I don't know why such is allowed in towns in Texas, in towns which will abuse eminent domain to take a person's property, but not to take abandoned eyesore property. This phenomenon has not only been seen in the Texas town of Fort Worth.

My eyes have seen abandoned property eyesores in many Texas towns. And in Oklahoma, now that you are causing me to think about it.

In the current Texas town in which I am habitating, Wichita Falls, there are multiple instances of abandoned buildings of the eyesore sort which would not be allowed in other locations in America.

Soon after my arrival in Wichita Falls I blogged about some of these instances in Hoagie Jackson Leads Me To Tour Eastside Wichita Falls Eyesore Infestation. How many years, or decades, are such things allowed to linger in decay mode in this part of the country?

Such is yet one more question to which I've never found an answer...