Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Happy Mom & Dad & Hiroshima Anniversary

If my math is correct, and it often isn't, today is the 63rd Anniversary of the dropping of an A-Bomb on Hiroshima, hastening the end of WW II.

Six years after the dropping of the first A-Bomb my mom and dad got married. Which makes today, again if my math is correct, mom and dad's 57th Anniversary.

The last time I experienced Hiroshima Day, in person, with mom and dad was in 2001 for their 50th. That event was not actually held on August 6, due to that date being in the middle of the week.

Instead mom and dad's 50th was held on August 11. Which happens to be my birthday. No one, but 2 of my nephews, knew I was going to be up here for mom and dad's 50th. I drove myself north and arrived late for the party.

Precisely one month after mom and dad's 50th Anniversary party the events of 9/11 unfolded. One month after that they were in Texas for their one and only visit.

Today all of my sisters are taking mom and dad out for lunch in West Seattle at a place called Dukes. I don't remember if I was invited or not. I'll be heading towards Olympia today while they are all having fun without me.

I'll try and remember to wish the parental units a Happy Hiroshima Day.

The Pacific Northwest's Severed Feet

Down in Texas I'd been reading about the washing ashore of severed feet in tennis shoes up in British Columbia's Straits of Georgia.

A few days ago a severed foot washed ashore near Port Angeles on the Washington side of the Straits of Juan de Fuca. That's what the body of water between Washington and Vancouver Island is called. Sort of the entry to Puget Sound.

So far, no one has been found who is missing a foot. The police don't know what they are dealing with. The feet are real. But where are they coming from? Some twisted hoax where someone with access to corpses is hacking off a foot prior to burial?

Is there some fresh variant of a Pacific Northwest serial killer out there? Doing the murder of someone who no one notices is missing and then hacking of his or her foot?

Each of the feet have been found inside running type shoes. An expert in ocean currents has said that the feet could have been dumped in one location with the currents delivering them, over time, to far ranging places, as in all the way to Northern California.

All I know for certain is when I'm up here and walking along a Puget Sound beach, if I see a tennis shoe I will not be looking inside to see if there is a foot.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Miles Upon Miles in the Lulu Volvo

I had me a day with Lulu today.

Lulu needed some bracelet forms. She thought she'd get them in Bremerton. That's about a 45 mile drive from Tacoma.

But then she looked on the jewelry supplier's website and saw they'd moved to Fremont in Seattle. Or so she thought. And that they were open on Sunday. Meaning, if Lulu had known she could have gotten what she needed when we were in Fremont on Sunday. It's about 40 miles from Lulu's in Tacoma to where we needed to be in Seattle.

So Lulu came by to get me, I got behind the wheel and we drove to Seattle. That was fun. We found the supply place easily. But we were to quickly learn that the supply place in Bremerton was still open. And the bracelet forms were there. A call was made to Bremerton to make sure they had forms in stock. They did.

So, we headed back to Tacoma and on to Bremerton. But first we had to get gas. I continued my newfound Klutz Tendency when I somehow broke off the cover to Lulu's gas cap. And then when I opened her back door out rolled, yet again, some piece of glassware, shattering it to pieces.

The drive to Bremerton went quickly. We had some confusions concerning which bridge had our location on its other side. But Lulu found it fairly easily. The transaction took awhile due to tax I.D. #s and other boring stuff.

Lulu is now in a bracelet making frenzy in order to make a lot for the Art in the Park event in Seattle's Pioneer Square's Occidental Park on Thursday. I get to drive myself to Olympia tomorrow and find something called Shipwreck Beads to get something that I can't remember right now. I probably should write it down before I go there.

Dallas Cowboy Stadium Scandal Feedback

I got fresh feedback this morning from a Dallas Cowboy/Jerry Jones Stadium victim. I thought I'd share....

I own a small restaurant in Arlington. I can't imagine what the restaurants and other small businesses near the new stadium are going through. It is simple to figure out!! It DOES NOT BENEFIT anyone WITHIN MILES of this stadium because the locals won't go when there are games, it will be too crowded...the visitors on the other hand, are not going to patronize these businesses, all they want to do is go to the game and leave.... We have to pay for this, us taxpayers, and Jerry (Jones) and his gang are so wealthy... I don't get it...What idiots voted for this? There is no benefit to anyone, but maybe some motels and hotels (only at major play off games). The streets will wear out faster, the locals stay away, so tell me....Somebody got something at our expense...Also, if people (fans) were not so crazy, paying so much to see the games and maybe boycotting them....they could reduce those crazy salaries of those players...Also, all the money the players make, is spent mostly out of our state because most of them are not from here...duh....

Suzanne Kucera
Arlington

NPR All Things Considered on Barnett Shale

From FW Can Do-----

Be prepared to endure "a Fair and Balanced" report that will, at times, disgust and annoy you. (Energy company reps and their water carriers will have their say.) Remember, at this point in the game, money is the thing that tends that attract news media.

They'll be back later to report on the environmental catastrophes and deadly pipeline explosions.

Nevertheless, this report by John Burnett brings us some national exposure and highlights a growing problem that is spreading like cancer around the USA. Tune in your local station.

... from NPR reporter John Burnett:

All,
Many thanks for your help with the story. NPR’s report on the Barnett Shale will air today on All Things Considered in the first half-hour of the program. If news breaks, it always can get pushed to a later date. On KERA 90.1 FM, it should air between 5 and 5:30 local time. If you miss it, you can go to
www.npr.org after the show is over, type “Barnett Shale” into the search window, and listen to it online.

Best regards,
John

Monday, August 4, 2008

Mount Rainier Was Out Today In Tacoma

I've had me a few dreary days here in Tacoma. In more ways than one. But today was one of those Pacific Northwest days that make me remember why it is a good thing to live in this zone.

The sky was clear. The temperature was the level of air-conditioned comfort. All, everywhere, was good.

The Mountain was out. Totally out. No slight cloud cover that renders it invisible in photos. It was out and totally Lording it over this zone of Washington.

I like how the Tacoma Dome, that's what you see in the first photo, mimics the colors of Mount Rainier. How can you not like that?

When you drive around Washington, the Mountain, Mount Rainier, can seem to move. It can be on your right, your left, straight ahead. It can be confusing.

As you can see, Mount Rainier is rather close to Tacoma. Mount Rainier is a volcano. It can erupt. If Mount Rainier erupted it would cause way more havoc than the eruption of Mt. St. Helens. There are evacuation route signs to help deal with a potential Mount Rainier eruption. On the coast you see Tsunami evacuation signs. In Tacoma you get "Volcano Eruption Route" signs.

You Really Can't Go Home Again

I think I mentioned that on Saturday I went north from Tacoma to my old hometown zone of the Skagit Valley to meet my little nephew, Spencer Jack, for the first time. I may get around to blogging about that later.

In the meantime I came face to face with a visual metaphor for the cliche "You Can't Go Home Again." That cliche had multi-meanings for me on Saturday. Another cliche also came to mind that day, that being "absence makes the heart grow fonder." I found that cliche to be totally not true, as experienced by me, well, more accurately, there should be a qualifier, as in, "in some cases absence makes the heart grow fonder." I think there has to be some fondness to begin with. In the fondness-challenged cases the cliche should be "absence makes the annoying personality traits even more annoying upon fresh exposure."

That photo above is of my old house in Mount Vernon. It was sold in 2002. I had been marveling at how beautiful Mount Vernon was looking, all lush and green with tall trees everywhere, as if the entire town, from freeway exits to vacant lots had been landscaped by a skilled designer. Such a contrast to Fort Worth where they let weeds and litter decorate the freeway exits to their #1 tourist attraction, the Fort Worth Stockyards, among many other locations.

And then I got to my old house. It was the only eyesore I saw in all of Mount Vernon. Weeds covered the driveway. The landscaping had grown totally out of control. The roof top deck no longer had plants growing on it. I wish I'd not lain eyes on this. I was party to the entire construction of that house and did the landscaping myself. Now it's a ruins. I really can't go home again.

That photo of a long street is Fir Street in Mount Vernon, looking east towards the Cascade Mountain Foothills and my old house. My old weed-covered house is located in the trees you see at the end of Fir Street.

Mount Vernon is sort of the center of the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival. The Skagit River cuts through Mount Vernon with bridges connecting the two sides, not unlike the Trinity River cutting through Fort Worth. No one in Mount Vernon, however, would ever dream of doing something so goofy as damming up the Skagit River to make a little lake and some canals for Mount Vernon, like what is currently underway in Fort Worth.

In the photo we are crossing the Skagit River, heading towards downtown Mount Vernon and my old house, which at the point this photo was taken I still thought I wanted to see. That thing sticking up in the photo to the left of the bridge is the Tulip Tower. Tulips are a big deal in the Skagit Valley.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Spencer Jack Meets His Great-Grandparents & Equally Great Uncle

I've had a long day, today, in Seattle, at the Fremont Sunday Market. I'm pretty much in a sorta yin yang mode, at the point where I am a bit more than 50% of my stay here. I fly back to HEAT in 18 days. Every one here is counting down that ticker. Or so it seems. I feel so welcome. I may return some day.

I'm loving Tacoma. My little sister is great. Though she is exhibiting some disturbing signs of some behavior semblances that match our oldest sister, my youngest sister seems to be trying, really trying, to keep it in check.

Lest she becomes our mother, who we dearly dearly love, but whom we all wish not to emulate.

My other sister, Kristin, is even greater. I just love that girl. She is so darn cute and funny. I could go on a road trip with her tomorrow and never come back.

So, on Saturday, myself, my little sister and my new favorite sister, Kristin, all headed north to meet, well, me to meet, my Grand Nephew, Spencer Jack for the first time. My mom and dad, Spencer's Great Grandparents, had also never met Spencer.

It all ended up being an episode worthy of Dallas or Dynasty. Our favorite ex-sister-in-law, Spencer's Grandma, Cindy, showed up, to the delight of all who had not seen her in a long time. Then one of my favorite, if not my favorite nephews, Joey, showed up. There was a lotta drama amongst it all, but in the end, Spencer Jack showed up and he put on a show for us all, including me, and I'm thinking my Uncle Powers are still strong.

The Clear Lake Mannequin Murders

Yesterday's journey to my old hometown zone to see my little Grand Nephew, Spencer Jack, went well. For the most part.

A couple of Spencer Jack's Old Crone Aunts wore on my nerves, just like they always do. But I'm used to that, for the most part.

Though I'm not around such types when I'm in Texas and it is a tad jarring to expose oneself to a pathology one generally avoids, I survived the few hours exposure to the extreme negativity and likely will not have any of that radiation exposure again for several years. Maybe a decade.

I am always such a naive optimist that I somehow think the Old Crones will somehow someday cease being such tiresome bitter nags. But, I think only extensive therapy and perhaps some potent meds could render some people's bad side neutralized. What I do know for certain is that it is in ones best interest to avoid toxic people as much as one can.

I don't have time this morning to Blog about Saturday in all its gory detail. I'm up early to go to Fremont Sunday Market again with Lulu.

But, I had to share a news story my nephew Joey and his mom, my favorite ex-sister-in-law, Cindy, told us yesterday. Joey lives in this little town called Clear Lake. As long as I can remember there's been this funny, slightly creepy thing in one Clear Laker's yard. That being this guy would dress up all these mannequins to suit the season. Like for 4th of July they'd be all red, white and blue.

Well, in the past week the mannequin family was brutally murdered. A makeshift memorial has grown up at the crime scene, much like what I saw up in Oklahoma City at the Murrah Memorial.

Below, from the Skagit Valley Herald (a much better paper, in a little bitty town, than the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, in a, supposedly, big town) is an amusing, albeit sad telling of the tragic crime and its aftermath.

By TAHLIA GANSER Staff Writer
CLEAR LAKE
— What started as a plus-sized bust has ended as part of a disturbing crime scene.

More than 15 years ago, Jamie Lanning was working at the Sedro-Woolley dump when he discovered a large foam dressmaker’s torso. The bust, which Lanning said “put Dolly Parton to shame” begged for the rest of its womanly body.

A short time after, amidst the unwanted heaps of trash, he found a fiberglass woman’s head. Later he discovered a fiberglass waist and legs sticking out of a JC Penney’s trash bin.

With a slight “reduction,” and some metal bar reinforcements, the busty Clear Lake mannequin Lucille was born and installed on Lanning’s front lawn.

She was eventually joined by a male mannequin that Lanning named “Will.” When Lanning learned that he was going to be a grandpa, he used a basketball stuffed under the dress of another female mannequin he named Jill to represent the child who would become Zachary, now 10.

When Zachary was born, a child-sized mannequin joined the family as all three greeted motorists passing by Lanning’s home on Highway 9, on the south side of Clear Lake. Lanning and his long-time girlfriend, Barbara Rumsey, would laugh at drivers’ reactions to the mannequin family.

The couple will laugh no more at drivers gawking at the mannequin family.

In a “vicious” attack Saturday night vandals used hammers or bats to beat Lucille, Will and the boy mannequin Lanning named “Zach,” after his grandson. Will and Zach were damaged beyond repair.

Lucille suffered the least damage of the family, but was turned by the vandals to view the grim site of Will and Zach’s dismembered limbs strewn across Lanning’s yard.

A hole in Will’s neck revealed his mannequin innards. His arm, tattooed with a heart and the name “Rosie,” stuck out of Lucille’s red pants. His head was scalped. Zach’s face was severed from the rest of his youthful body, still dressed in a blue soccer shirt. All of his fingers, except for the middle one, were broken off his right hand, and the left hand lay fingerless. His leg was placed in a compromising pose with Will.

“We’ve had vandalism before, but it has come to an end here,” the 80-year-old Lanning said as he looked at the crime scene from his wheelchair Monday afternoon. “They’re done for.”

He discovered the bludgeoning Sunday morning, after the late-night attack.

Skagit County Sheriff’s Office Deputy Bart Moody responded to the crime scene shortly after.

“Of course we would like to catch someone doing stuff like this,” said Chief Criminal Deputy Will Reichardt. “Right now we have no leads, and there is no evidence of who did this and no witnesses.”

Reminiscing on the lives of Lucille, Will, Zach and Jill, who was stolen years ago, Rumsey paged through several of her 20 photo albums, each filled with faded photos of the fiberglass family. Each one pictures the family standing in various poses and different coordinated outfits.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Mount Vernon, Washington & Mount Vernon, Texas

In a couple hours everyone in this house, including the poodle boys, will be heading north to the Skagit Valley. I moved to Texas from the Washington town called Mount Vernon. Mount Vernon is the Big City in the Skagit Valley.

There is also a Mount Vernon in Texas. There are likely a lot of Mount Vernon's all over the country. The Washington Mount Vernon has about 30,000 people living in it. It's in a very scenic setting with the Skagit River running through town, mountains to the east and farmland to the west. Farmland that can be very colorful in the spring when the valley floor is covered with tulips, daffodils, irises and rhododendrons in bloom.

Mount Vernon these days is a very successful little town. A few years back one of those Best in America type lists named Mount Vernon "The Best Small Town in America." CNN showed up among others. Fort Worth had a city wide celebration when an obscure D.C. lobbying group named Fort Worth one of the nation's top 10 most livable communites. CNN did not show up. Nor did any other legit news entity. The Fort Worth Star-Telegram did cover this bogus award with their patented breathless wonder. Like I said, no legit news entity covered Fort Worth's shining moment.

Back in the early 1970s Mount Vernon was not doing as well as it is now. The town of Leavenworth in eastern Washington had transformed itself into a hugely successful tourist town. Civic leaders in Mount Vernon came up with the goofy idea of turning Mount Vernon into a Colonial America type town, with the only reason being that the town was named after George Washington's house.

Before common sense prevailed a couple businesses remodeled with a Colonial look. And a festival sprung up around George's birthday that including a re-enactment of Washington's famous river crossing at Valley Forge. It was all bizarre. I remember watching a messy cherry pie eating contest. One of the saddest victims of the Mount Vernon Colonial era was the Mount Vernon High School band. They spent a small fortune on very goofy new uniforms that were made to look like Revolutionary War uniforms, including tri-corner hats. They were stuck with those awful uniforms for years.

Mount Vernon, Texas is a bit smaller than the Washington version with only 2,286 people. The Texas Mount Vernon existed long before Washington had even managed to become a state, let alone the Washington Mount Vernon manage to become a town. The Texas Mount Vernon has a bit more historical significance than the Washington version.

The Choctaw Trail runs through the Texas Mount Vernon's town center. The Bankhead Highway, which was the United State's first east/west transcontinental highway, remains Mount Vernon's Main Street. The Cherokee Trace runs along the towns eastern edge.

If you don't know what the Choctaw and Cherokee Trails are, Google it.

There are multiple historical markers in the Texas Mount Vernon. I don't know of any in the Washington version. The Texas Mount Vernon has over 65 homes designated as historic. I don't think the Washington Mount Vernon has any of those either.

So, there you go, the Tale of Two Mount Vernons, one of which I will be seeing in a short while.