Winter Is Quickly Melting Away From North Texas While Tandy Falls Roars

It is 64 right now. It was almost 60 when I went swimming, real early, this morning. It is supposed to get to 75 tomorrow. I have decided Winter is officially over in North Texas.

For several days in a row now, temperature world is back making sense, with the temperature here in Fort Worth being warmer than Seattle, rather than the unseemly reverse.

I felt so good after hiking the Tandy Hills, yesterday, after such a long absence, I returned today.

A pleasant Saturday and I had the hills to myself. What is wrong with these people in Fort Worth? If I were up in Seattle, today, and went to any of the many parks with hiking, biking and roller blading, there would be large numbers of people hiking, biking and roller blading.

Seattle has nothing remotely like the Tandy Hills near its downtown core. Okay, it is way more hilly there, so you could have yourself a good hike on sidewalks. But there is no Tandy Hills type natural area close to the downtown area.

If there was a Tandy Hills type natural area near downtown Seattle, trust me, the hills today would be alive with the sound of people.

Maybe I need to start a Saturday Hiking Group. Maybe it is fear of the unknown that keeps the locals, for the most part, off Fort Worth's Best Place to Stand.

The lack of hikers had me pondering today, whilst hiking, wondering why? The why of why don't people here, for the most part, enjoy the great outdoors? This is a zone where only 6% of the voters bother to vote for their city government leaders. I suspect the % who have ever stood on Fort Worth's Best Place to Stand is a minuscule fraction of 1%.

That is just sad. Real sad.

Anyway, that is Tandy Falls in the picture at the top. I'd not seen Tandy Falls in a long time. As I neared Tandy Falls I started to hear the roar of the Tandy River going over Tandy Cliff. I'd never seen such a large volume of water plummeting over Tandy Cliff. The Tandy River must still be being fed by snow melt.

In the second picture you can see downtown Fort Worth a couple miles to the west, but you see no natives in the native habitat.

In Fort Worth Texas Turning The Carter Avenue Rescue Operation Into The Carter Avenue Chesapeake Park Project

I have been dwelling, as in my tendency, about the events of this past Thursday.

My main dwelling revolves around the conversation that took place with Steve Doeung, myself and the Queen of Wink, at Riscky's BBQ in the Fort Worth Stockyards, after the CARO Rally and Steve's appearance in court.

During the course of talking to Steve there was a moment of absolute clarity, where, for a moment in time, the absolute absurdity of the hell Steve is being put through, by Chesapeake Energy and the City of Fort Worth, was so obviously wrong and the solution so obviously clear.

Chesapeake Energy wants to run a non-odorized natural gas pipeline under Carter Avenue. Chesapeake claims this is safe. However, these pipelines have been known to blow up. And so, it is totally reasonable that a person might choose not to live above such a pipeline.

This is non-odorized natural gas. The reason natural gas is odorized is so leaks can be detected. This was mandated after a natural gas explosion. In Texas. Killed 100s of school kids.

How can the natural gas industry so cavalierly dismiss citizen's concerns, when the record of the industry really inspires no confidence.

Steve is the last holdout on his side of Carter Avenue. The homeowners on the opposite side of Carter Avenue received no compensation, because the pipeline would not run under their front yards. Yet they are in the same danger, taking the same potential risk as their neighbors on Steve's side of the street.

The small amount of compensation, that Steve's neighbors took from Chesapeake, does not make them whole. It does not cover their loss in property value. Or the difficulty of selling their home, with the homeowner mandated to reveal to a potential buyer that the house sits atop a big pipeline pumping non-odorized natural gas.

Chesapeake Energy is a private company trying to maximize its profits. Abusing eminent domain allows Chesapeake Energy to help its bottom line, by being able to acquire gas pipeline routes on the cheap.

Okay, here is my moment of clarity. If, indeed Chesapeake Energy needs to run a pipeline under homes, to me the only sane, only decent, only right way to do this is for Chesapeake Energy to acquire the homes in the same manner Jerry Jones took homes in Arlington for his new Cowboy Stadium.

As is, the value of the home is being compromised, with the homeowner left victimized. Eminent Domain should insist that Chesapeake Energy should buy the entire property at market value, plus an additional fee to help pay for moving. Chesapeake Energy could then rent out the homes.

Or tear them all down and turn Carter Avenue into a park above the pipeline.

In a truly fair, logical and just America, this would be the only option. If this did not fit a private business's profit making model, fine, move on and figure something else out. But, it should not be part of the system that a private business can damage citizen's property value, in this manner, without truly just compensation.

I am thinking we should turn the Carter Avenue Rescue Operation into the Carter Avenue Chesapeake Park Project aka CACPP.

Why is this type ruling not the automatic course of such things? It only makes sense. It just is not fair to maximize profit by squeezing the little guy. It all leaves me feeling slightly sick.

Fort Worth's Tandy Hills Are Back Alive With The Sound Of Hiking & Doves Mating

I'm having me a good good day, what a feeling, I'm living my favorite Blackeyed Peas song.

It is almost 70. The windows are open. I'm wearing nothing but the clothes I came into this world in. I think we really have finally left that nasty Winter business behind us and Texas is returning to the Texas I have grown to slightly sort of like. Weather-wise.

This morning, about 10, I saw a sure sign of Spring, right on the window sill outside my computer room. A dove was cooing. Then another dove arrived. Soon there was more cooing. I got out my camera. I moved slow so as not to spook the pair of lovebirds, and zoomed in.

The doves definitely were lovebirds, because it was obvious they were on my window sill to do that thing that married doves do to make little dove babies. This did not take too long. And then they were on their way. Because this is a PG-Rated blog I'm only showing you a PG-Rated picture of what was happening on my window sill this morning.

On a totally different subject, long ago I blogged, several times, about Only Child Syndrome, after I had a harrowing experience with one of the worst of the breed. Yesterday Steve Doeung asked me if the recent comment fest on my blog, over a controversial Wink Sinkhole, was the most out of control my blog comments have ever gotten. I forgot about the comments to the Only Child Syndrome bloggings.

Today I got an Only Child Syndrome comment from Ryan, a really long one, telling me about his personal bad experience with a person with a bad case of OCS. I commented on Ryan's comment and then Ryan commented on my comment, telling me he'd sent the link, to my blogging about OCS to the ex-girlfriend OCSer, and that I might be getting some comments. I sense another awesome blog comment flurry coming on.

Now, changing subjects again. Back to me. So, this morning was the warmest morning in awhile. I was in the pool before 7. I stayed in the water the longest of the new year. Maybe 10 minutes, before I began to fear for my extremities.

Today I decided we'd had enough semi-warm, windy days that the Tandy Hills should be dried out enough for an inspection. I was right. I think it's been well over a month since I've been on the hills. I think the absence of this extremely salubrious activity is what is behind my unexplained weight gain that has turned me into a bloated version of my former svelte self.

In the picture you are looking at a section of the Tandy Hills where the Brush Bashers have removed all non-native growth. This really improves the look of the place. I was impressed.

A lot of bags full of trash await removal, the effort to do so thwarted by our unseemly bad weather.

On a totally unrelated note, but still about me, I'm feeling a little guilty about walking the Queen of Wink all over town yesterday. I learned this morning that she woke up to aching feet. I knew, when we had to take our clothes off to get through the Tarrant County Courthouse security, that the Queen was in extremely high heels.

But, by the time we were doing a lot of fast walking at the Stockyards I'd forgotten this, til I mentioned we were at the spot where I'd seen Hillary Clinton navigating a rough surface in high heels. This was when the Queen told me she has been compared to Hillary. I can see the comparison. Strong women with blonde hair who both wear high heels while walking the Stockyards.

I asked about the why of the uncomfortable heels. The need for a Queen to be as tall as possible was the reason. I tried walking taller for a bit, by lifting my heels off the ground, all it did was hurt my calf muscles, but I sure was taller than the Queen of Wink.

Tomorrow will be in the 70s. I'll be back hill hiking. It's addictive. I've had withdrawal symptoms.

I forgot to mention, Tootsie Tonasket called this morning. The Okanogan sheriff, game warden and police raided Tootsie's house again, in search of evidence regarding a deer killing. I can't believe this is happening in my formerly sane state of Washington. Then again, this is taking place in Eastern Washington, a more kook prone location, that extends well into Idaho.

Fort Worth's Pravda Star-Telegram Botches Reality Again Mis-Reporting Steve Doeung's Court Case

If I had not long ago canceled my subscription to the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, this morning I would have, due to multiple reasons, prime among them being the number of times I'd know a "news" article had factual errors, due to myself having first hand knowledge of what was being described.

Those type errors are the benign side of the Star-Telegram's problem. Worse is when the newspaper acts like a propaganda shill for some some Fort Worth project, I mean, boondoggle.

The worst example of that type Fort Worth Star-Telegram propaganda was the way the newspaper described the long ago failed Sante Fe Rail Market, as being the first public market in Texas, modeled after Seattle Pike's Place Market and European public markets. When, in reality, the Santa Fe Rail Market was not even the first one in Fort Worth, and was so badly executed it was like a bad food court in a bad mall.

STAR-TELEGRAM PROPAGANDA REACHES NEW LOW

And now, this morning it was brought to my attention that the Star-Telegram has done it again, proving, in the most embarrassing example to date, how deeply entrenched is this so-called newspaper's role as a propaganda tool for both Fort Worth's city government and the city's puppetmaster, the Barnett Shale Gas Drilling Industry and the chief puppetmaster of the puppetmasters, Chesapeake Energy.

Has the Fort Worth Star-Telegram reported to its readers how much money Fort Worth's conflict of interests laden mayor, Mike Moncrief, makes from his holdings in the natural gas drillers poking holes in his town? Has this newspaper called for an investigation into the corruption that permeates Fort Worth's city hall?

Of course not.

Did Pravda ever call for a look at the corruption in the communist party? How many times did a Pravda reader read some communist propaganda and shake his head in wonder, due to knowing the actual truth, not the Pravda truth.

So, what is the latest idiocy in the Star-Telegram that has me all in HIGH UMBRAGE MODE?

Well, this morning there is an article by a supposed reporter named Mike Lee, about yesterday's events at the Tarrant County Courthouse.

The headline is "Carter Avenue landowner loses round in court over gas pipeline."

No he didn't.

The article made no mention of the Carter Avenue Rescue Operation Rally that took place prior to Steve Doeung's court appearance.

The article made no mention of the fact that the courtroom was filled with supporters of Steve Doeung.

The article made no mention of the fact that Steve Doeung held his own against the legal system and Chesapeake Energy's lawyers.

The article made no mention of the fact that Steve Doeung's calm demeanor and sense of humor charmed the entire courtroom, including the Judge, several times causing the courtroom to erupt in laughter.

The article made no mention of the fact that by the end of the hearing everyone present was praising Steve Doeung, including the Chesapeake Energy lawyers, regarding how well he had defended himself.

The article made no mention of the fact that Steve Doeung has 30 days to file an appeal, with the 30 days beginning only after Judge Vincent Sprinkle signs the paperwork.

The Fort Worth Star-Telegram pseudo reporter/Chesapeake Energy shill, Mike Lee, did not feel compelled to make mention of any of the things I mentioned above, but Mike Lee did feel compelled to share the following Chesapeake Energy propaganda...

"Under Texas law, companies that build natural-gas gathering lines have the same eminent-domain power as more traditional utility companies such as Atmos Energy. And they have more freedom than many government agencies in condemnation cases. For instance, cities have to hire two independent appraisers when condemning a piece of land for a road, and those appraisals must be shared with the landowner. Gas pipeline companies don't have to do that.

Technically, Chesapeake could have started building the pipeline in 2008, after a preliminary hearing in front of a group of court-appointed commissioners. Chesapeake's attorneys, John Baker and Michael Ma, appeared to be waiting for Sprinkle to ratify that award before proceeding."

Part of the above was mentioned by Judge Sprinkle during the hearing, that being that Chesapeake Energy supposedly had the right to begin running the non-odorized natural gas pipeline, under American citizen's homes, after simply having a preliminary hearing in front of some court-appointed commissioners.

If that is the case, isn't that comforting?

I thought every American citizen, in every case, of any situation that put one in legal jeopardy, that one is entitled to due process, as in, one is entitled to ones day in court.

Then again, I know Jerry Jones started bulldozing homes in Arlington, for his new football stadium, even while the home's owners where trying to seek relief via the corrupted legal system.

What an appalling state, of a new status quo, which has been allowed to grow, like a malignant cancer, on the freedom from such abuses Americans used to enjoy.

The Queen of Wink, Princess Annie, Steve Doeung & Me Taking Stock In The Fort Worth Stockyards

That is the Queen of Wink moseying along the boardwalk that hovers above the actual Stockyards at the Fort Worth Stockyards.

The Queen & Annie & I went to the Stockyards after the Steve Doeung vs. Chesapeake Energy day in court was done, well, done for today. It's not over, for good, yet.

During the proceedings on the courthouse steps this tall blonde lady seemed to be being consulted by various people. At one point she was introduced as Electra.

When the court session was over, Electra came over to me and handed me a slip of paper. She told me "that's my number, call me when you decide where you're having lunch."

It was very mysterious. In the picture, where the Queen is walking on the boardwalk, she is talking to Steve Doeung. He was about to be interviewed by some TV news people. But he wanted to meet up with us at the Stockyards.

I figured the Love Shack would be a good place. So, I called the number Electra gave me, she answered, all I said was "Love Shack at 11, or so." She said, "I'll be there."

I thought we'd pretty much have the Stockyards to ourselves, it being Thursday, and not tourist season. But like I've long said, it's always busy in the Stockyards. And so it was today. Hundreds, maybe thousands of school kids. You don't see any of the little darlings in the picture of the boardwalk, but, just minutes before, we had to wait in a long line while the little darlings went, one by one, through the turnstile.

When we first got to the Stockyards, Annie and the Queen thought doing the Cowtown Maze looked fun. Along with dozens of the aforementioned darlings. I opted out and chose, instead, to observe from the Observation platform.

If you are a The Amazing Race viewer, the Cowtown Maze was a Roadblock on the final leg of Season 5.

Cowtown Maze Rats have to find 4 letters and get their race card punched to successfully complete the maze. Annie and the Queen were not good maze rats. Eventually the proprietor had to help the pair get past a few confusions. It was pretty amusing to watch.

Eventually they found the exit. Eventually.

And then it was on to explore the Fort Worth Stockyards, including Saunders Park, walking under Exchange Street, alongside the Venice canal like feature that few see.

At one point we were in Booger Red's Saloon, where Annie plopped herself on a saddle stool underneath the big buffalo butt that's stuck on the wall. The bartender told Annie he would need to see some I.D. Annie said, "Just give me a shot of sarsaparilla, barkeep."

Moving on, it was time to head to the Love Shack for lunch. But it was also almost time for the Fort Worth Herd to make one of their 2 daily cattle drives. The cattle drive does not drive by the Love Shack.

So, we decided to head to Riscky's BBQ, which the Longhorns do drive by. I called Electra to inform her of the change. The Queen called Steve.

We sat at the outdoor zone of Riscky's. As we pondered what we wanted, water arrived. The Queen deemed her glass of water not fit to consume, due to the presence of a lemon slice and too much ice. The thoroughly chagrined waitress bowed humbly and begged the Queen's pardon.

Later Annie objected to the fat content of her pork ribs. Immediately a less fat beef rib was delivered. A special take home glass of Dr Pepper was delivered to Annie, along with a special container for dog bones. And when the Queen complained of chilly hands, the waitress brought a glass filled with hot water, so that the Queen could warm herself.

I tell you, when you hang with royalty you get treated royally.

At some point the Fort Worth Herd drove by. A large crowd assembled to watch.

After we had finished our vittles, Steve Doeung showed up. We had a real nice talk. I tell you, this is one smart guy. I zone out after about a half hour of smart talk. This guy had already been doing more smart talk than I do in a week, whilst in court this morning, and he still had energy for more smart talk with me and the Queen. Mostly I listened while the Queen and Steve were interesting to listen to.

The Queen wanted to be on the road, heading back to her Wink Kingdom, by 1. That didn't happen, but I did manage to lead her to I-30 and head the Queen of Wink and Annie back west, about a half hour after the preferred start time.

Electra never showed up. She did call twice. I did not hear my phone ring. Nor did anyone else.

The Carter Avenue Rescue Operation Had A Good Day Today & So Did Steve Doeung

I am a bit exhausted. Up before 4. Downtown in chilly Fort Worth at 7. The Tarrant County Courthouse a half hour later.

Using telecommunicators, the Queen of Wink and I were able to match locations and coordinate the search for a parking spot.

With the parking spot secured, we took off, on foot, the Queen, Princess Annie and I, toward the Courthouse. Mid-way the Queen got a Royal Chill, so we had to find a Starbucks to get something hot.

With that need met, it was on to the Carter Street Rescue Rally. By the time we got there the bullhorn was already at full throttle, signs were waving, people were being noisy.

I was sort of wandering around taking pictures, so maybe I was not as actively listening as I should have been, but I believe Steve Doeung started off the proceedings, introducing someone who introduced someone else.

The speeches were brief and to the point, with a lot of shouted punctuations from the crowd, things like, "Chesapeake Sucks" "No Eminent Domain Abuse" "Aubrey McClendon Boo," stuff like that.

At one point, fresh, young firebrand, Glen Bucy, spoke. I asked one of the coordinators of this event to introduce me to Glen Bucy, because I admire his rhetoric, which reminds me so much of my own, but, for some reason, she did not.

That is Glen Bucy looking at me taking his picture, with Steve Doeung under the lower left hand corner of the "Hey Chesapeake Take this PIPELINE and SHOVE IT!" sign.

As the protest rally was going on, cars drove by honking horns of support. A lot of horn honkings of support.

After the Carter Avenue Rescue Project Rally was over it was time to head to the courtroom. There will be no pictures of the courtroom. It was forbidden. My group had trouble finding the courtroom. We exhausted all 4 floors before we found where we needed to be.

The last time Steve Doeung faced a judge and Cheseapeake Energy's legal team, he did it alone, with Don Young his sole support in the chamber. This time Steve Doeung was not alone. The courtroom was full of support.

The proceedings started off dull, with it seeming like Steve Doeung was in way over his head. And then, sort of like watching a Frank Capra movie, Steve seemed to grow stronger and stronger. Always polite, always articulate, always calm.
At one point the judge told Steve he was wrong on a point of law. One of the Chesapeake lawyers begged your honor's pardon to inform the judge that Steve was actually correct. I think the audience cheered. At least in the movie version.

At another point Steve was arguing the absurdity of a private citizen being put in the position of having to defend himself from a private business using eminent domain to try and take his property, asking that the judge even the playing field by appointing Steve legal counsel.

The judge explained that this was impossible. Steve suggested that if he kicked the Chesapeake lawyer, not that he was considering it, but, if he did, then legal counsel would be assigned. In other words, when you commit a crime, legal help is provided. But when you are the victim of what many believe to be a crime, you have to use your own resources to defend yourself.

In Steve Doeung's case, he may not be blessed with financial resources, but he is blessed with another powerful resource, as in he has a first rate mind, praised by the judge. And the Chesapeake lawyers.

At one point in the court proceeding a Texan with a cowboy hat came into the court, sat down, proceeded to pass his cowboy hat around to the courtwatchers, with people putting money in the hat, as if sitting in a pew at church.

When the bailiff saw this going on he escorted the cowboy out of church, I mean court. The cowboy was collecting money for Steve Doeung's defense. Later I was to see the amount of money that had been collected. It was not a small amount.

The King of Anti Eminent Domain Abuse, Billy Mitchell, is in one of the above pictures, speaking above the upper left corner of a "Chesapeake Sucks!" sign. I did not get a chance to meet Billy Mitchell. I don't think the opportunity presented itself.

That is DISH mayor Calvin Tillman on the right of the distinguished looking gentleman holding up what looks to be a very well-designed protest sign. And an American flag.

Okay, that is Part 1 of my day, today, in downtown Fort Worth. Part 2 took place at the Fort Worth Stockyards. I'll get to that after the break. I mean, after I take a break.

Mr. Smith Went To Washington While Steve Doeung Goes To Fort Worth

Mr. Jefferson Smith went to Washington and won an ugly battle against corruption and an entrenched good ol' boy network.

Tomorrow morning Steve "Jefferson" Doeung goes to a Fort Worth courtroom to fight, again, in an ugly battle against corruption and a good ol' boy network.

Jefferson Smith went to Washington, all idealistic.

Steve "Jefferson" Doeung came to America, all idealistic. Believing America to be the Land of the Free, where The People rule, where Freedom of Speech was a Right, where the government's job was to Serve and Protect The People, unlike the land he fled, to come to America.

When idealistic Mr. Smith got to Washington he came up with legislation that would have the federal government loan money to buy land for a national boys' camp, to be paid back by kids across America. Donations poured in.

But, the proposed campsite was already part of a lake-building/flood diversion scheme, I mean, dam-building/graft scheme engineered by the Moncrief, I mean, Taylor, political machine.

When Jefferson Smith learned of the political machine's plan to run a non-odorized gas pipeline, I mean build a dam, on the land Mr. Smith had intended for a national boy's camp, well, he fought back.

A one man battle against the U.S. Senate.

Every attempt, to throw every "rule" in the book, at Jefferson Smith, to shut him up, failed. Every attempt at intimidation, by political thugs, failed. In the end, Jefferson Smith, won.

Steve "Jefferson" Doeung's battle against every "rule" in the crooked book being thrown at him, has, so far, been successful. In Mr. Doeung goes to Fort Worth, we are now at the scene in the movie where The People see quite clearly that the politicians have been doing some dirty dealing.

And now, tomorrow, The People will be cheering in the gallery. For Steve Doeung.

At this very moment, wheels are on the road, from distant parts of Texas, heading to Fort Worth.

When Frank Capra released Mr. Smith goes to Washington there were quite a few objections from corrupt politicians all over the world.

Corrupt politicians do not want The People getting the idea that they have any Power. It scares them.

Mr. Smith goes to Washington was banned in Nazi Germany and Fascist Italy. Some European countries dubbed the film to alter the message. When the Nazis occupied France in 1942 American films were banned. Many theaters chose to show Mr. Smith goes to Washington as the last film screened before the ban went into effect.

I wonder how many years it'll be before Mr. Doeung goes to Fort Worth hits movie theater? Moviegoers love happy endings.

A Blue Sky Sprouts Again In Southlake Fort Worth & North Texas

You are looking at produce in Sprouts Farmers Market, in Southlake, at a little after noon today.

The picture does not do the crowd justice, but it was human gridlock, at times, in Sprouts today. I took 5 pictures, trying to get a good one of the gridlock, but I had to be very surreptitious, due to the fact that people seem to have an aversion to having their picture taken when they are grocery shopping.

We have had a return to blue sky and warm temperatures, again, here in North Texas. It is a bit over 60 out there. I felt too HOT in here. So, I have a window open.

Could the end of winter be here? The 5 day forecast has us in the 60s with one day in the 70s. It is only 18 days til spring. Could our long Arctic Texas nightmare be over?

That's the blue sky view from Miss Puerto Rico's balcony around 3 this afternoon. It's hard to believe just a couple weeks ago this view was covered by more than a foot of snow.

I have an interesting day to look forward to tomorrow. I think. I am fairly certain, unlike today, it will not begin with a refreshing dip in a cool pool.

Texas Turns Arctic While The Northwest Turns Tropical

That is a Dallas school kid on a sled on a hill in Highland Park by Turtle Creek, sledding during a rare snow day caused by the record breaking over a foot of snow we had fall on us here, in North Texas.

This has been the harshest winter since I've been in Texas. My memory of winter in Washington has faded, but I really don't remember this harsh a winter in Washington.

Almost every day this winter when I first log in to read the local papers, online, I make note of that morning's low temperature. Practically every day this winter I'd see the local temperature and then go to the Seattle P-I and see it 20 to 30 degrees warmer.

This is not normal.

Yesterday I was talking to a Western Washingtonian, based in the balmy Skagit Valley, telling me about the record breaking HOT winter and the resulting early blooming of things that are not supposed to bloom in winter.

However, right at this very moment, coming up on 10am, I am reading 43 here in Fort Worth. I just checked on Seattle and it is also 43. A rare instance of being equally cold this winter.

The bizarre weather was brought to mind by a letter to the editor in today's Dallas Morning News. The letter was from Harold Whittington from Garland, Texas.

Below is what Harold had to say...

Normally, I don't get into the Winter Olympics, but I really did this year, watching every night. I even watched curling and ice dancing -- in front of other people.

After the final ceremonies, I tried to determine why I had this newfound interest in an event that I had largely ignored over the years. I could come to only one conclusion -- it was the weather.

It's hard to get jazzed up about the frigid Winter Olympics when you just finished washing your car in 70-plus-degree weather wearing jeans, a T-shirt and flip-flops. The transition is just too much.

This year, however, it was different. Our weather on some days didn't look too much different than the weather at the Winter Olympics. The fantasy was complete!

We Won't Pipe Down: Americans to Save Fort Worth's Carter Avenue

Well. Yesterday I committed a massive faux pas. I was asked if I could possibly make a logo for the CARO Project Press Release. I always do what I'm asked to do, so I made a logo.

The original logo said "We Won't Pipe Down: North Texans to Save Carter Avenue: Rescue Operation."

Can you spot the mistake that had me receiving blistering emails this morning? Okay, I'm exaggerating. They weren't all blistering.

I heard from several CARO supporters who are not located in North Texas, including one full of umbrage West Texan, a couple from Oklahoma, a guy from Austin, another guy from California and an acquaintance of mine from Washington.

So, changing "North Texas" to "Americans" should fix the problem. Unless I hear now from a Canadian, Mexican or Iranian. If I do, it is easy to change "Americans" to "World."

Come to think of it, this really should be a Global Cause.