Friday, September 12, 2008

Another Trinity River Vision Opinion

This morning's Fort Worth Star-Telegram letters to the editor had another letter that tells me I'm not alone in noticing something is a bit askew with how this project has come to be.

I now realize I'm not the only one who noticed that this started out solely as an economic development. A plan to build a little lake at the north end of downtown Fort Worth.

Funding became a problem.

So, a scheme was hatched to turn the Vision into a flood control project. The Army Corps of Engineers signed on. Fort Worth's U.S. Representative, Kay Granger, helped turn the Vision into a classic Pork Barrel project after her inexperienced son was hired to run the Vision. There were some complaints of nepotism.

Eventually the Vision added canals, a flood diversion channel and wetlands restoration. The price tag, as in the $ the rest of America will be paying to build this, has increased from the original Vision.

As for the flood control part that got the Army Corps of Engineers involved. They'd already been involved and you already paid for giant flood control levees, built to protect the same area as the Vision, after devastating floods 60 years ago. The levees have done their job all that time. But now the Vision will replace them with a diversion channel.

Below is the letter from Layla Caraway of Haltom City. Haltom City is a suburb of Fort Worth where killer flooding and home destruction has taken place several times in recent years. So far no Vision has occurred to fix those problems, which is currently an issue due to the expected heavy flooding from Hurricane Ike tomorrow. Meanwhile millions of your dollars are scheduled to be spent fixing a non-existent flooding problem.

Layla Caraway's letter.....

Fix real flooding problems, too

I attended the “public” signing ceremony of the Trinity River Vision project last Friday — notably the public was missing — and watched with great sadness as very powerful and wealthy individuals praised each other for getting this almost $600 million project going with “lightning speed.”

I can’t help but ask why we are allowing a few people to affect so many others people’s futures? What about the hundreds of residents in our county still displaced because of last year’s floods? Many experienced repeated flooding, rapid erosion and a tornado.


No solutions, no help, no money, just stress, rhetoric and red tape. How do you explain to them we cannot help you move on, rebuild, or start over when a few miles down the road we are going to move bridges and levees (that have so far protected us for 60 years)? Reroute the river and build a city right in the middle of it?

Have we not learned anything from experience? Man doesn’t control a river, no matter who you are or how much planning you do. Calling it a flood-control project doesn’t make it one. It just gets you federal dollars. And combining it with one to get it pushed through lacks integrity. How does this economic development project, later dubbed as flood control, take precedence over the projects that all are aware are dangerous ongoing issues?

We have creeks that are out of control, causing havoc in many cities, but instead we will focus on revitalizing the river. Yes, the river that connects to some of those very dangerous creeks. But I have been told no one upstream or downstream should be affected. Nor any wildlife harmed.

We can no longer afford to neglect the waterways in our cities. I don’t have any objections to bettering Fort Worth. It just seems if that much money is available, the same amount should be for true flood control projects and for the residents whose lives and properties are threatened when it rains — the public, those who will probably never set foot on anything built at Trinity Uptown.

— Layla Caraway, Haltom City

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Keith Olbermann 9/11 Rant

Keith Olbermann is like the liberal TV version of Rush Limbaugh. Great ranting here. Some of the ranting rings sort of true to me. Some of it. Some of the ranting seems just a tad overwrought. Some of it.....

Disturbing Footwear Fashion


Hurricane Ike Update From Alma Down In Port Aransas

I got an update from Alma tonight. She has not evacuated. She is prepared for high tides. Her account of today is good. Alma is a singer and a writer. She's good at both. If you want to hear Alma sing, go here. If you want to read what Alma's writes, scroll down.

The first refugees arrived here in Fort Worth today. Sandbagging is going on in anticipation of a lot of water in about 2 days.

Below, Alma's message from tonight, from the Texas Gulf Coast, awaiting Hurricane Ike's landfall. Towards the end of her message Alma thanks those of you who kindly offered her a place to escape to.

Dear Everybody....

Well, I woke up around 5:30am yesterday, got ready and as I stepped out the door, I laid down my laptop and grabbed Selena and threw her inside so I wouldn't have to catch her later. I walked to work, opened the door and damn...didn't have my laptop. So, I practically ran back home when I realized I had laid it down by my front door and left it there. I'm so nervous, I just left it there! It was still there. Most of Port A was still asleep. I was already tired and exhausted with worry so I called a cab to run me back to work. I didn't want to be totally sweaty before my day even started. The taxi driver (now we know they are a different breed subject to having unorthodox beliefs) was convinced that the storm was not going to hit here. Me, not being so sure, tried to convince him it was at least a possibility. He mentioned the Weather Underground
as saying we were being fed misinformation by the press (he called it lies). I dunno... I've been thru a few hurricanes as a kid and they were scary and unpredictable. He said Ed at Moby Dicks was having a Hurricane Party that night. I dunno...I know that's the typical Port A mindset, but I'm not that much a "local" yet. I'm still scared. I don't wanna party.

All day as my boss, Joanne and I baked, frosted, and sold giant cinnamon rolls at half price (she figured the electricity would go down and they would spoil so we may as well sell them half price) people came in to get breakfast and coffee. The poorer of us were worried. The rich basta... I mean-rich folks would come in almost giddy that this storm appeared to be headed right for us...no big deal they would laugh. They had insurance. In the meantime, people like me were quietly freaking out. My boss had just unpacked her antiques into her new home. I had a broken car, a $700 electric bill forcing me to move, 3 dogs I am responsible for, and was in denial I would lose all the crap I own. It's mostly crap, BUT IT'S MY CRAP!.

I was already so worried and exhausted. As I baked and frosted, and waited on customers, my boss was out delivering/donating the giant cinnamon rolls to the Police Dept, City Hall, the Chamber of Commere and later in the afternoon, we tried to take a bunch to the Ferry Boat workers, but we were turned away by their security guard who said it was against State policy to receive gifts (this I know is a lie...this is policy only for the Port A Ferry guys all because I gave a newspaper to one of them and they were reading it on the boat in the wee hours of the morning and Mr. Howard happened to see him and he didn't like it...there were no cars on the boat but he just didn't like it). Anyway, I was a bit miffed because these are some of the most unappreciated workers I have ever seen. They work 24/7 in EVERY kind of weather. Should a Hurricane hit, they cannot go home and are shipped to safety on the mainland until just after the storm passes. They then go back to work to bring across rescue and infrastructure personnel back into Mustang Island. I almost cry when I see the skin on the ones that work on the "Death Shift" (from about 2pm to 11pm..the hottest part of the day and then they have to deal with drunk tourists who pee - yes they do - and vomit on the boats - don't ever walk on those boats barefoot...). I will fire off an email to Austin TxDot when this is all over and go over Mr. Howard's head. He's an inconsiderate basta...I mean...person who can't seem to get a grip on their staffing problems so they work to death the reliable workers they call in to work inhumane overtime. These guys routinely work 12 hour days in every weather and most inhumanely, the hot, brutal Port A summer sun.

Since we figured the food would rot when the power went off (we know this because the power sometimes goes off for no apparent reason and during silly little rain storms), my boss gave me a price and I benefited from some cheese and meat. And okay a little Champagne...I don't even really drink and may just take those back....But they also go to ruin if they get too hot.

In the meantime, a new "friend" from the Oceans of Seafood offered to look at my car. I was elated as no one had offered to do so before. He came by and chatted earlier in the morning, had some coffee and picked up my key. After my boss left for the day, I washed all the baking pans and normal day's dishes and since I hadn't heard from him, went across the street to see if he had an ETA. What had happened was that his boss had enlisted him to go board up his house in Rockport and he wouldn't be able to help me apparantly. He simply left the key there for me pick up, but never explained anything. He doesn't have a cell phone they said.

The workers at Oceans of Seafood saw me with 2 bags of cheese and meat and concluded I stole it. I could tell from the look on the face of the little girl who works there that still views me with mistrust in her eyes.... I explained (even tho it's none of their business) that Joanne and I had come to an agreemnt on price and I bought those things. I am certain they will be eager to report me to her (she's getting this email and I know she knows what's up). That's okay....they should tell her if they suspect thievery, it's just not what's happening here. So, I bought $5 worth of prawns (I got 2 meals out of it) and called a cab.

After I put all that stuff on ice in my ice chest, I came home and slept. Depressed, tired, and frustrated, I was not able to go on without some sleep. I woke up and called my sister, Clara, who said they still didn't know where this thing would hit and that they could lend me her husband's car. Thank God! They brought it over from Corpus around 7pm as I was throwing away a whole lot of paperwork from the Newspaper job and just crap I hadn't gone over.

After they left and after I threw a whole bunch of stuff away, I just couldn't deal with it any more for the day. I heard my pal, Luis the congero (he plays the congas) playing with new acquaintance Mark at the Tarpon Ice House 2 doors down. They sounded great! I decided to take a break from the worry and angst and go tell them they sounded GREAT!

So, I walked over and OMG there were a bunch of people I knew just laughing, drinking beer, and grooving on the sounds. I was greeted by the barking of Hanna, the bar dog. It's how she greets all the customers there. She usta belong to one of the pirates but he drinks a bit and Hannah decided one day she preferred to belong to Paul and she's lived at the Tarpon Ice House ever since. My pal, Phyllis said I should sing and even tho I protested that I was in the middle of packing to evacuate, well, before I knew it, I had a guitar on my shoulder and was singing into the mic. So much for packing.

After I sang, Paul, the owner, was very nice and complimentary and said I should play there in about 2 weeks. I couldn't just leave after that and stayed and relaxed and drank 2 whole Shiner Bocks and laughed with Phyllis and my neighbor, Sara, and her boyfriend, Jack (it was his guitar I used) and grooved to the music and around midnight, staggered back 2 doors down and went to sleep. Yes, I staggered after 2 beers. I don't normally drink much of anything.

In the morning, the storm had veered and they were saying that it would hit just South of Galveston/Houston. So, my sister had decided to wait. I was very happy about that and found it to be good sound judgement. Sara was telling me that the last storm, they evacuated and after $500 later in hotel, gas, etc, no storm ever hit. I slept for a coupla more hours and got up and went to eat breakfast at Cancun Restaurant. I don't normally eat there. I prefer Taqueria San Juan because I think the food's better, but I was in a quiet mood and I end up visiting with the whole family, kids and all, whenever I go to San Juan and opted to go where I could just eat and be still and quiet. I got sick on their food. I knew I shoulda gone to San Juan...

After breakfast, I decided to wash as many clothes as I could so that I could take as many clean clothes as I could when I evacuated. The Wash Board (the nicest washeteria I've ever seen...immaculate and the water is scalding HOT) was boarded up and closed. I rode the Ferry (the first time in about 2-3 weeks) and the Ferry workers told me the storm had slowed to 8 mph and they didn't know where it was going anymore. Great. So, I went into AP (Aransas Pass) but they were under mandatory evac and their washeteria was closed, too. I went to Ingleside and found my other washeteria open. I don't know how many loads of clothes I did, ate some fried chicken at the Good n Crisp, and came back. I had a nice chat with a TxDot Ferry Guy I hadn't talked to before, bought more ice for all that meat and cheese and the little bit of champagne in the ice chest and drove down Beach Street to check out the beach.

The water is already up to the dunes. I managed to carefully park for just a minute amongst all the surfers. The Gulf was wild, the waves were beautiful and furious. The day today was obscenely beautiful. Just like 911 seven years ago. That, too, was a beautiful day in Dallas. Clear bright blue skies. I was driving to my temp job at Doctor's Hospital on Forrest when an incredulous DJ told us of a report from the wire about a plane going into the World Trade Center. I got to work and by the time I got to my worktable (I was posting payments for Lab Corp - it was a terrible temp assignment, but when you're a temp, you go where they send you). I would sneak to the bathroom just so that I could sneak into the doctor's offices and watch their TV and their reports of the terrorist attack. It was eerie at home. I lived under one of the flight paths at Love Field. Those planes were a part of my life. They were just 1000 feet off the ground when they flew over my apartment so that it was plunged into shadow everytime a plane went over and that was about every 20 minutes. There were no planes flying over for some time. It was a quiet reassuraqnce that things were returning to a somewhat normal when flights returned to Love Field. But I digress....

So, I am home now. I am going over to my sister's tomorrow sometime. We are out of that "cone" of Hurricane trajectory for the time being but that could change. I will put everything on chairs so as to elavate it as best I can before I leave. They are projecting 4-6 foot seas here and that's taller than me so I am taking no chances. I will take what I can't part with (tho the locals here in Port A insist we have nothing to worry about and I will lose nothing, they say). Yea... we'll see.

So, we did not go to the Ranch in Blanco. If we did, we'd be heading right into the thing. I will pray for my sister in Houston as they look to be on the Southern end of the storm according to the latest projections. I don't worry that much about her because she has an unbelievably nice house made of brick and she lives about an hour inland. It should make landfall sometime between Friday night and Saturday morning. Port A is deserted. Everything is boarded up including my little "cottage". We are told we will get just tropical storm level winds. Hell, we see those during our thunderstorms.

On the way back from the beach, on Beach Street, all the restaurants are boarded up and closed except for the Beach and Station Street Grill. The Gaff, an un-air conditioned, pirate hang-out that's been here forever was busy with customers. The Stripes convenience store in front of my "cottage" was boarded up and closed, as was the IGA Grocery store. Luis sez it's all for real once the IGA boards up. I guess it's real.

So, I look forward to visiting with my sister and my adorable niece and nephew and riding this Ike out. My sister has a very nice house I feel totally safe in and I'm looking forward to the visit. And her delicious cooking. My sistah can cook I tell you! The traffic on the Ferry is light. Most boats have left the Port A marina. And the skies are so bright and clear and blue it's hard to believe there's such a storm out there.

So, that's the latest. We haven't dodged a bullet yet...

Many thanks to those who read my email posted in my long-time friend, Durango's blog. I so appreciate your offers of refuge. It does my soul such good to know there are caring people out there who would be so generous to someone they don't even know. You are good, kind people and you renewed my faith that people are basically good, especially when things get tough.

Me and Gomez, Viggo Mortensen (you can call him Viggo), and Papi Chulo (my boyz, the chihuahuas) are okay for now...we'll be headed for the mainland sometime tomorrow.

Thanks again! More later cuz it's not over.

love,
alma

National Weather Service Alert For North Texas For Hurricane Ike

3:56 CDT the National Weather Service issued a Hurricane Ike Alert for my zone, which I got via a croaking WeatherBug. Below is the Alert......

TROPICAL STORM WIND WATCH IN EFFECT FROM SATURDAY MORNING THROUGH SUNDAY MORNING

Hurricane Ike Intermediate Local Statement National Weather Service Fort Worth TX 356 PM CDT Thu Sep 11 2008

Tropical Storm Wind Watch In Effect From Saturday Morning Through Sunday Morning...

The National Weather Service In Fort Worth Has Issued A Tropical Storm Wind Watch For Central And Northern Parts Of North Texas.

... Areas Affected...

This Statement Recommends Actions To Be Taken By Persons Along And West Of A Bowie To Stephenville Line... Which Includes The Dallas Fort Worth Metro Area.

... Watches/Warnings...

A Flash Flood Watch Is In Effect For Areas Along And East Of A Bonham To Terrell To Cameron Line On Saturday And Sunday.

... Precautionary/Preparedness Actions...

An Inland Tropical Storm Watch Means Winds Of 39 To 73 Mph Are Expected Due To Ike On Saturday And Early Sunday.

Due To The Windy Conditions Expected... Light-Weight Objects Such As Trash Cans And Lawn Chairs Should Be Secured... As They Can Easily Become Projectiles In High Winds. Power Outages May Be Possible... So Have Flashlights... Batteries... A Full Tank Of Gas... Cash... Bottled Water And Non-Perishable Foods On Hand Just In Case.

... Winds...

As Ike Moves North Over East Texas... Sustained Winds From 35 To 45 Mph Will Occur For Several Hours... With Higher Gusts. Wind Gusts To In Excess Of 50 Mph Will Be Possible Along And West Of A Bowie To Stephenville Line... Including The Dallas Fort Worth Metro Area.

These High Winds May Result In Power Outages And Damage To Some Structures And Outdoor Property. ... Inland Flooding... Storm Total Rainfall Amounts From 2 To 4 Inches... With Isolated Higher Totals Will Be Possible East Of A Bonham To Kaufman To Cameron Line On Saturday And Sunday.

Anne Kilkenny Letter About Sarah Palin

A pair of my favorite corespondents are heading to Texas to maybe see me. They call themselves Chippys. The also call themselves LuluRedstar and Lauri Evans. They are an amusing pair. Very smart and witty. And they have a blog. From them I learned I want to try a Jalapeno Margarita.

This afternoon Lauri sent me a link to a very interesting letter written by a Wasilla, Alaska resident named Anne Kilkenny. Each time I type Kilkenny I think South Park.

Below is an excerpt from the end of the letter. Go here to read the whole thing.

WHY AM I WRITING THIS?

First, I have long believed in the importance of being an informed voter. I am a voter registrar. For 10 years I put on student voting programs in the schools. If you google my name (Anne Kilkenny + Alaska), you will find references to my participation in local government, education, and PTA/parent organizations.

Secondly, I've always operated in the belief that "Bad things happen when good people stay silent". Few people know as much as I do because few have gone to as many City Council meetings.

Third, I am just a housewife. I don't have a job she can bump me out of. I don't belong to any organization that she can hurt. But, I am no fool; she is immensely popular here, and it is likely that this will cost me somehow in the future: that’s life.

Fourth, she has hated me since back in 1996, when I was one of the 100 or so people who rallied to support the City Librarian against Sarah's attempt at censorship.

Fifth, I looked around and realized that everybody else was afraid to say anything because they were somehow vulnerable.

Anne Kilkenny August 31, 2008

9/11 2008

I know I'm not the first person today to think it's amazing it's been 7 years since that shocking morning in 2001. Who would have thought on that day that 7 years later we'd be bogged down in Iraq and Afghanistan? The Bush presidency had barely begun on that day. And now it is almost over.

That shocking day began for me with a phone call, telling me a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Since the caller was in Dallas at the time, I thought he was referencing the Dallas World Trade Center, which is not all that far from Love Field.

When I turned on the TV I was shocked to see it was the New York City World Trade Towers, just as the second plane struck the second tower.

As soon as I realized how bad this was I began waking people up on the west coast. I didn't tell them what had happened, just that they needed to turn on their TVs. I remember calling my little sister back and saying I didn't think she should go into work that morning. She worked, at the time, in one of Seattle's tallest towers.

About a month after 9/11 a friend from up north, Nancy, came down here. When I picked her up at D/FW I asked if she was hungry. She was. So we went to the Fort Worth Stockyards to find Mexican food. It was deserted. It took awhile, post 9/11, for places like the Stockyards to get back to normal.

A couple weeks after Nancy was here my mom and dad showed up for a week long visit. The Stockyards had picked up by then. Go here and the first photo is my mom watching my dad take a picture of the Fort Worth Herd. I thought I had a picture there of my dad with barbecue sauce all over while eating ribs at Riscky's BBQ. That must be somewhere else. I have too many webpages to keep track of.

While mom and dad were here my mom called my sister who now lives in Phoenix, but then lived in Washington. My nephew, Jeremy answered. He was home alone and scared. The war in Afghanistan had begun. It was his first exposure to such a thing where he was old enough to know it's serious. Jeremy must have been 13 or 14 at the time.

I got back here in Fort Worth a few days before 9/11. I'd driven myself up to Seattle the month before. Best roadtrip ever. Thousands of miles alone with no one to bug me about being hungry or needing a restroom. On the way north gas was $1.17 in Amarillo. When I returned a month later it was $1.39. When I moved to Texas in 1998, OH GOOD GAWD, it's been 10 years, gas was $.77 a gallon in Amarillo. 77 cents!

Houston. We've Got A Problem. Hurricane Ike Heading Your Way.

Watching the news at lunch it would appear that Alma's Port Aransas will be spared the worst of Hurricane Ike. I've not heard from Alma today, but I'm sure she evacuated last night, via ferry, as she'd planned.

The latest guess has Ike heading towards the Galveston/Houston zone. Once Ike makes landfall they are predicting he's going to take a turn east. I guess this will spare the Dallas/Fort Worth zone from much Ike action. I don't know about that for sure.

It should be an interesting weekend.

Meanwhile the freeways heading out of Houston are packed with cars moving slowly. You'd think they were already here. The freeway that runs by my abode, I-820, has been jammed all day heading north. Why? I don't know. I'm almost 100% certain though that it is not Ike-related.

Chesapeake Energy Sued Over Noise in Fort Worth

That wall you see by the Chesapeake Energy drilling rig is near where I live. I think its purpose is to block noise.

A short distance from this wall there is a gated community called Riverbend Estates.

Jim Ashford is suing Chesapeake Energy due to the noise Chesapeake compressors make. The compressors are at another site, on the north side of the Trinity River from Riverbend Estates.

Ashford complained to the city for 2 years to no avail. And then sued. His suit contends the compressors are a nuisance under Texas common law. He seeks restitution for damages for mental anguish and the loss of enjoyment of his home.

Ashford filed 5 police reports between February and May of 2007. Officers responding to the complaints reported they could hear the compressors from Ashford's house. Two of the cops wanted Chesapeake cited for violating the city's general noise ordinance. But a further investigation, or more likely, interference from above, determined the sound did not amount to a criminal offense.

Arlington Sued Over Dallas Cowboy Stadium Land Steal

Four Arlington landowners got their day in the 2nd Court of Appeals in Fort Worth on Wednesday, arguing that Arlington acted unconstitutionally when it obtained their land through eminent domain for the new Cowboy stadium.

One of the attorneys also argued that the city's lease with the Dallas Cowboys was illegal.

One of the Cowboy's victims, Walter Herrington, said "You can't take my land for a private individual like Jerry Jones."

The landowners want the previous rulings overturned, hopefully forcing the city to re-negotiate the lease with the Cowboys and the land deals.

17 lawsuits were heard on Wednesday. 20 more cases are waiting to be heard.

Charlie Scott had 11 parcels of land taken from him. He said, "I want to see the little man treated fairly."

I don't think that is going to happen until somehow these lawsuits reach a jurisdiction outside of Texas, if that is possible.