I was feeling liberated when I stepped outside into the outer world to view that world from my secondary viewing portal to find myself not looking through the bars of my patio prison cell.
The bars will likely return by tomorrow morning with me again feeling trapped.
I am up way before the sun this morning. The second Wednesday morning of 2012.
Currently chilled to only 4 degrees above freezing.
Judging from a few stars I saw twinkling above me, methinks the cloud cover that has been covering my location on this formerly parched part of the planet the past couple days may have lifted.
I did not see much that struck me as interesting as I read my various online news sources this morning. I guess the stunning Mitt Romney upset in New Hampshire was the biggest news. Rick Perry did better than I would have thought he would, getting a whopping 1% of the vote.
If Rick Perry lasts until the Texas primary I wonder if he will get more than 1%?
Mr. Galtex and CatsPaw made amusing comments on yesterday's blogging about me having myself a real fine time riding Fort Worth buses with all the poor homeless people.
Is CatsPaw going to go play bingo with me at Paradise Bingo on Friday the 20th? I don't know. Cats are very inscrutable.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Having Myself A Real Fine Time Riding Fort Worth Buses With All The Poor Homeless People
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| Fort Worth's Long Gone Light Rail Subway |
There were another couple of paragraphs in Fort Worth Weekly's A Tale of Two Rail Systems cover article that sort of bugged me.
I don't know if the couple of excerpts that bugged me reflected the point of view of the author, Dan McGraw, or if he was reflecting opinions he'd encountered whilst writing the article.
But, I do know I have encountered the same opinion being verbalized by locals. I won't name names.
The first excerpt that bugged me....
The T, on the other hand, has had no choice but to maintain a bus system whose main purpose is to provide basic transportation to poor folks without cars.
The main purpose of the bus system is to provide basic transportation to poor folks without cars?
The first time I rode a Fort Worth bus I found it a fun, amusement park like ride. I asked a local if she ever road the bus. She told me she thought only poor people rode the bus. I've been on Fort Worth buses at least 5 times. How does one tell it is poor people riding the bus?
I can't help but wonder what does a Fort Worth native think the first time they visit New York City and see all those people using public transit? They must think New York City has an awful lot of poor people.
What does a Fort Worth native think the first time they visit Seattle and find themselves in the transit tunnel under downtown Seattle, seeing so many buses and a light rail, with a lot of people on board. They must think there are an awful lot of poor people in Seattle.
The valley I lived in in Washington, the Skagit Valley, has a pubic transit bus system, called SKAT. SKAT was free to ride when I lived in Washington. I believe a fare is charged now. A Fort Worth native visiting the Skagit Valley must think the valley has an awful lot of poor people who can't afford cars, when they see a public transit bus system exists.
The other excerpt that bugged me was...
The current bus route through that area has the highest ridership of any route in The T’s system, and Eastside residents have supported the plan in surveys. But part of the large projected ridership would be homeless folks, due to the number of homeless shelters and services on East Lancaster. The homeless qualify for free bus passes, and many use them frequently to go downtown, usually to the main library, where they hang out and use the computers. The big unspoken question here is whether commuters who work downtown will be willing to share their commute with that group.
How is it known that the homeless hop a bus to get to the downtown library? Would that not involve a long walk to get to the library? I don't think there is a bus stop at the library. Would it not make more sense for the homeless person to hop on board the 21 bus and go to the Eastside Regional Library? Which also has a lot of computers.
I have never been in the Eastside Regional Library and thought to myself, wow, look at all those homeless people.
I have never been on a Fort Worth bus and thought to myself, oh my, this is awful, I am on a bus with a bunch of poor, homeless people.
Who or what taught the Fort Worth locals that buses and public transit are for poor people? And the homeless?
In a highly evolved world-class city, like New York City, Dallas or Seattle, you can use mass public transit to get all over the town. When I am in Seattle I sometimes stay in the north end. I'll take a bus to downtown and then use the downtown transit tunnel to zip from one end of downtown to the other.
It would not make much sense for Fort Worth to have an underground transit center to facilitate zipping around downtown. Because downtown Fort Worth is rather tiny. There is not a lot to zip to. Or people needing to be zipped.
I have long been curious as to how many Fort Worth natives have even been to Dallas to check out how well the DART train has worked in that town. I assume not a lot of Fort Worth natives make the trek 30 miles east to Dallas. If they do they must think Dallas has an awful lot of poor people.
Few Fort Worth locals visiting Dallas may be why the Fort Worth Star-Telegram knew it could get away with tall tales told to the locals, making up propaganda about Fort Worth's Santa Fe Rail Market being the first public market in Texas, and that it was modeled after public markets in Europe and Seattle's Pike Place Market. This propaganda was spewed when Dallas has the Dallas Farmers Market, which every one of my visitors from the Northwest has remarked reminded them of Pike Place Market.
Below you can walk with me through Seattle's Westlake Center, an actual town square, unlike Fort Worth's Sundance Square, and then into the Westlake Center vertical shopping mall, where you can go down a few levels and enter the Seattle transit tunnel, where you will see a lot of buses with a lot of poor people who don't own cars....
Walking A Fosdic Lake Stairway To Nowhere Pondering How Difficult It Is To Have Dutch Sensibilities In Texas
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| Fosdic Lake Stairway To Nowhere |
This endless gloomy weather is even getting to the perennial Polly Anna known as Elsie Hotpepper. Today Elsie is talking about consulting a Fortune Teller to see if some direction can be found for Elsie's quest to figure out if she is okay or not okay.
I told Elsie Hotpepper that she is okay, but I'm no Fortune Teller, so my opinion really does not matter.
It was slightly raining when the point in time came for my doctor prescribed daily bout of endorphin inducing aerobic stimulation. I chose the Oakland Lake Park walk around Fosdic Lake option, which I've already sort of indicated with the mention made of the Fosdic Lake Stairway to Nowhere.
I did not employ the services of of a bumbershoot to facilitate a dry walk. A windbreaker with a hood sufficed as sufficient waterproofing.
This morning my nephew sent me several photos taken when my nephew took my grand-nephew, Spencer Jack, up to our family hometown, Lynden, to visit relatives.
That is Spencer Jack standing above my grandma, his dad's great-grandma and Spencer Jack's great-great-grandma.
Neither Spencer or my nephew would have reason to know this, but grandma would have been very pleased to know a great-great-grandson was visiting her.
Lynden is a Dutch town. With a number of churches that would make the Buckle of the Bible Belt, where I am now, Green with Envy.
Lynden's cemetery is called Monumenta. Monumenta is on both sides of the Front Street entry into Lynden.
Monumenta is segregated.
Dutch people are buried on the north side of Front Street, non-Dutch on the south side. I have relatives in the ground on both sides of Front Street.
In Lynden you will find no litter. Lawns are kept meticulously trimmed. To not keep your lawn meticulously trimmed would be to risk extreme ostracism. But likely, unlike Fort Worth, you would not be in danger of a citation or fine.
Growing up with Lynden, Washington as part of my background, may explain part of the reason why I can be so appalled at some things I see in Fort Worth. Like littered, weedy, un-landscaped freeway exits to a town's top tourist attraction.
Am I the only Dutch person in Fort Worth?
Up Before The Sun The Second Tuesday Of 2012 After A Night Of Explosions Had Me Wondering About Chesapeake Energy's Barnett Shale Fracking
Looking out my primary viewing portal on the world at the pre-dawn darkness I see no stars or rain falling. I am assuming we are still under a rain producing cloud cover in North Texas.
According to my computer temperature monitoring device it is only 39 degrees, currently, in the outer world at my location.
Today is the 2nd Tuesday of the New Year. Already almost a third of the first month of 2012 is gone.
I was exhausted by early evening, last night, which had me horizontal fairly early.
Around 3 in the morning an explosive noise woke me up. At first I thought it was thunder. The follow up explosive noises were clearly not thunder-like.
I don't know what was causing the booming. It lasted, intermittently, for a couple hours. This put me into insomniac mode.
Sometime around the 4th or 5th boom it occurred to me that this booming could have something to do with today's scheduled "Frac Job" at my neighborhood Fort Chesapeake. But, would they actually start something like that in the wee hours of the morning if it made a big noise?
Pondering the "Frac Job" got me obsessing over it in my sleepless state.
Maybe someone has an answer to what I'm obsessing about Frac-wise.
Okay, the hole gets drilled, all the way to the Barnett Shale, a couple thousand feet below the surface. Pipe lines the drilled hole. There is no way a continuous pipe can be inserted into a hole that is a couple thousand feet long.
So, is the pipe installed in sections, joined together somehow? Like the water pipes currently laying on the ground to bring Trinity River water to Fort Chesapeake?
When the drilling process reaches an aquifer, how does that work? How can a drilling process possibly get past a layer of water without polluting that water?
If the well lining is a pipe in sections, how are the joints made to be leak-proof? The pipeline that is bringing water to Fort Chesapeake from the Trinity River is definitely not leak-proof at the joints.
When today's fracking occurs, at the point where the Barnett Shale is fractured and starts producing natural gas, what happens next?
Does all that fracking water get pumped back out?
What stops the newly released natural gas from zooming up the poked hole with explosive force, like the natural gas version of the cliche oil gusher when a drilling operation strikes oil?
Today, with all this fracking going on are there going to be some extra nasty things in the air that I breathe?
Does anyone have any answers to any of these question?
I wish I could say I am going swimming now and think about something else.
According to my computer temperature monitoring device it is only 39 degrees, currently, in the outer world at my location.
Today is the 2nd Tuesday of the New Year. Already almost a third of the first month of 2012 is gone.
I was exhausted by early evening, last night, which had me horizontal fairly early.
Around 3 in the morning an explosive noise woke me up. At first I thought it was thunder. The follow up explosive noises were clearly not thunder-like.
I don't know what was causing the booming. It lasted, intermittently, for a couple hours. This put me into insomniac mode.
Sometime around the 4th or 5th boom it occurred to me that this booming could have something to do with today's scheduled "Frac Job" at my neighborhood Fort Chesapeake. But, would they actually start something like that in the wee hours of the morning if it made a big noise?
Pondering the "Frac Job" got me obsessing over it in my sleepless state.
Maybe someone has an answer to what I'm obsessing about Frac-wise.
Okay, the hole gets drilled, all the way to the Barnett Shale, a couple thousand feet below the surface. Pipe lines the drilled hole. There is no way a continuous pipe can be inserted into a hole that is a couple thousand feet long.
So, is the pipe installed in sections, joined together somehow? Like the water pipes currently laying on the ground to bring Trinity River water to Fort Chesapeake?
When the drilling process reaches an aquifer, how does that work? How can a drilling process possibly get past a layer of water without polluting that water?
If the well lining is a pipe in sections, how are the joints made to be leak-proof? The pipeline that is bringing water to Fort Chesapeake from the Trinity River is definitely not leak-proof at the joints.
When today's fracking occurs, at the point where the Barnett Shale is fractured and starts producing natural gas, what happens next?
Does all that fracking water get pumped back out?
What stops the newly released natural gas from zooming up the poked hole with explosive force, like the natural gas version of the cliche oil gusher when a drilling operation strikes oil?
Today, with all this fracking going on are there going to be some extra nasty things in the air that I breathe?
Does anyone have any answers to any of these question?
I wish I could say I am going swimming now and think about something else.
Monday, January 9, 2012
The Gates Of Fort Chesapeake Are Still Open But Attended By Vigilant Humans
The gates of my neighborhood Fort Chesapeake were still open today in the noon time frame.
However, the gates are now open with humans inside the Fort.
With a trailer moved in, along with at least 4 outhouses, lighting and a white pickup or two.
Due to wetness falling from the sky above I did my walking today in Wal-Mart and Target. I don't see how Target stays in business. In Wal-Mart I have myself a fine time playing dodge humans, in Target there are very few humans to dodge.
On the way back to my abode, from my shop walk through Wal-Mart and Target, my route takes me through my neighborhood Albertson's parking lot. That is when I saw the gates of Fort Chesapeake were open, but with new things added.
I pulled over on the Albertson's parking lot to take a picture through the water drops on my sideview window.
I only took two photos.
See the guy in a white hardhat standing by the trailer door?
When I stopped my vehicle, parallel to Boca Raton Boulevard, clearly aiming at the open gate of Fort Chesapeake, that guy in the white hard hat started walking towards me.
I finished my picture taking, then took a right turn to head on home. As I pulled out of the Albertson's parking lot the guy in the white hat was looking towards me and my vehicle and writing feverishly on a notepad.
Was he writing down my license number, I paranoiacally wondered? But, then again, was I really being all that paranoid? It is not like I have not had a few encounters with guys in white pickups guarding pipelines sucking water from the Trinity River.
The fracking begins tomorrow. I have a feeling it is going to be interesting.
However, the gates are now open with humans inside the Fort.
With a trailer moved in, along with at least 4 outhouses, lighting and a white pickup or two.
Due to wetness falling from the sky above I did my walking today in Wal-Mart and Target. I don't see how Target stays in business. In Wal-Mart I have myself a fine time playing dodge humans, in Target there are very few humans to dodge.
On the way back to my abode, from my shop walk through Wal-Mart and Target, my route takes me through my neighborhood Albertson's parking lot. That is when I saw the gates of Fort Chesapeake were open, but with new things added.
I pulled over on the Albertson's parking lot to take a picture through the water drops on my sideview window.
I only took two photos.
See the guy in a white hardhat standing by the trailer door?
When I stopped my vehicle, parallel to Boca Raton Boulevard, clearly aiming at the open gate of Fort Chesapeake, that guy in the white hard hat started walking towards me.
I finished my picture taking, then took a right turn to head on home. As I pulled out of the Albertson's parking lot the guy in the white hat was looking towards me and my vehicle and writing feverishly on a notepad.
Was he writing down my license number, I paranoiacally wondered? But, then again, was I really being all that paranoid? It is not like I have not had a few encounters with guys in white pickups guarding pipelines sucking water from the Trinity River.
The fracking begins tomorrow. I have a feeling it is going to be interesting.
Pondering Fort Worth's Rail-Free Rise To World Class City Status With Litter, Eyesores & Dirt Paths
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| Northside Drive I-35 Exit To The Fort Worth Stockyards |
Please make note of the fact that this freeway exit is not landscaped and is littered. We will come back to this later.
The cover story in the most recent edition of Fort Worth Weekly is titled "A Tale of Two Rail Systems." With the subtitle being "Tarrant and Dallas took different public transit routes. Guess who is ahead?"
A Dallas attorney, Walt Humann, is extensively quoted in this story, because the story is about public transit in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex and attorney Humann is credited with the founding of DART (Dallas Area Rapid Transit).
In the article Walt Humann is quoted as saying...
“But if you are going to be a world-class city, you have to have a great mass- transit system, I think Fort Worth is at a point right now where that issue is gaining more importance. One way that big cities solve the transportation problem is to add different mass-transit options. That’s what world-class cities do. Fort Worth needs to start thinking of itself as a world-class city, because in many ways it already is.”
Can you guess the part of the above quote that had me perplexed? If you guessed it was the part that indicated that in many ways Fort Worth is already a world-class city, you guessed right.
I was baffled. I could not think of a single way in which Fort Worth is a world-class city. Is one of the ways the fact of having that extremely tacky looking Cowtown Wakeboard Park, that is part of the ongoing Trinity River Vision Boondoggle, which Boondoggle Leader, J.D. Granger, says is the World's Premiere Urban Wakeboard Park?
I thought to myself that I don't actually know what makes for a world-class city, so I turned to Google.
The Wikipedia article on this important subject says in part, "A world-class city is a city generally considered to be an important node in the global economic system. The concept comes from geography and urban studies and rests on the idea that globalization can be understood as largely created, facilitated and enacted in strategic geographic locales according to a hierarchy of importance to the operation of the global system of finance and trade."
The Urban Dictionary article on this important subject says in part, "A world-class city is a major international destination. Most often it's a major, international political, cultural or commercial center. Includes cities of all sizes and not just the world's largest."
In the Wikipedia list of world-class cities the only town in Texas on the list is Austin. The list is broken down from Alpha towns at the top, like #1 New York City, to Beta towns, and then Gamma towns, of which Austin is one.
Apparently a world-class city comes to be one by being an important political, cultural or commercial center.
Well, Fort Worth does have a Cultural District. I don't know if any other world-class cities name the location of their town's museums as the town's "Cultural District."
Commercial center? Let's see. American Airlines is based in Fort Worth. And bankrupt.
Radio Shack is based in Fort Worth. But had to sell its new corporate headquarters in downtown Fort Worth, a corporate headquarters that was built by abusing eminent domain, taking acres of free parking and closing the world's shortest free subway, which was Fort Worth's only light rail.
Tarrant County College is now located in the defunct former Radio Shack headquarters, because of TCC's own building boondoggle in downtown Fort Worth that ran amok, cost-wise.
Pier One Imports is based in Fort Worth. Pier One Imports built a very nice new corporate headquarters, that Pier One Imports could not afford. So, Chesapeake Energy bought the Pier One Imports corporate headquarters for building space from which to run their shadow government of Fort Worth.
I know the locals take great pride in their collection of museums in the Cultural District. I had never heard of these museums until I moved to Texas. I recently bought the Lonely Planet travel guide to Texas. In the Lonely Planet Texas travel guide one section lists the Top 10 museums to see in Texas. The only one in Fort Worth, on the list, is the National Cowgirl Museum.
I don't think Fort Worth has any particular political influence on the nation or world that is of the world-class city sort. The town is run by an oligarchy, good ol' boy network type system of local government, that does not even allow its citizens to vote on public works projects, like the Trinity River Vision Boondoggle.
Fort Worth is the only city in America with a population over 500,000 without a department store in its downtown. There is also no grocery store in downtown Fort Worth. On the busiest shopping day of the year, that being the day after Thanksgiving, downtown Fort Worth is a ghost town.
I really don't think a town can be a world-class city with no downtown department stores or grocery stores.
I have never seen a big city with so many streets without sidewalks, as Fort Worth, with so many of its residents walking on dirt paths worn into the ground beside the streets. I really think world-class cities are likely big on having sidewalks.
Would a world-class city allow a park in its downtown, like Heritage Park, to become a closed, chain-link fence surrounded eyesore?
Fort Worth has more holes poked into its ground, by Natural Gas Drillers, than any other city in the world. Maybe this is what Mr. Humann means to be one of the ways Fort Worth is a world-class city.
Maybe someone could ask Dallas attorney, Walt Humann, in what ways he believes Fort Worth is a world-class city and help alleviate me of my bafflement.
Regarding being a world-class city, let's go back to that picture at the top of the freeway exit which leads to Fort Worth's top tourist attraction, the Fort Worth Stockyards.
A world-class city would landscape and keep litter free the exits to its top tourist attraction.
The two little towns in the valley I lived in in Washington, through which the I-5 freeway passes, landscape their freeway exits, those towns being Mount Vernon and Burlington, combined population around 40,000.
Fort Worth does not need to go all the way to Washington to see how grown up cities beautify their towns. Just go visit Grapevine. Or North Richland Hills. Both towns have done real good jobs of landscaping their main roads. And using native plants to do so.
Fort Worth's shabby freeway exits are a shameful thing.
For another example, for Fort Worth, look at what Arlington's done with the new bridges and freeway exits to the Six Flags-Ballpark in Arlington-Cowboys Stadium Entertainment District. It is quite impressive, the landscaping, the pedestrian crossings over the new bridges, the murals.
Maybe the City of Fort Worth should stop ticketing and fining Don Young for growing a native plant Xeriscaped yard, and instead enlist Mr. Young's help in designing some sensible, water-free landscaping for Fort Worth's eyesore freeway exits.
It just occurred to me. There is something called a Citizen's Arrest, where a citizen can arrest someone they see doing a bad thing. Is there such a thing as a Citizen's Citation? If the city can ticket and fine Don Young for growing native prairie grass, could Don Young serve Betsy Price with a citation for allowing the freeway exits to the Fort Worth Stockyards to be a weedy, littered mess?
I think a $500 fine would be apropos for Betsy, along with, maybe, 50 hours of community service. Picking up litter, perhaps.
I'm done now. For now.
The 2nd Monday Of 2012 Is Dripping In Texas With Butternut Squash
You can not tell by looking at the photo of the view through the bars of my patio prison cell that the sky is dripping on this second Monday morning of 2012.
The sky began dripping soon after the sun left for the day, Sunday night. The dripping continued its soothing rhythm, all night long. Well, more accurately, every time I woke up I heard rain hitting the window.
At no point did the rain come down at a copious volume of the sort I call a Classic Texas Downpour.
Instead the dripping seemed to be of the slow motion sort that plagues the Puget Sound zone of Western Washington for about 9 months of the year.
Changing the subject from rain to squash.
When I was a kid there were not many food items that I had a distaste for. One of the few was Squash. I did not like anything about it. How it tasted, how it smelled. And its texture.
Years ago, during one of my periods of extreme obesity, I went on the Atkins Diet. One of the recipes on the Atkins Diet had you making spaghetti using Spaghetti Squash for the noodles. I never tried Spaghetti Squash whilst on the Atkins Diet due to my Squash aversion.
Well.
Last week I found Spaghetti Squash at Town Talk. Bought one, Googled for cooking instructions, cooked it and was amazed how much like spaghetti the stuff that came out of the gourd was. Spaghetti Squash is not too flavorful, thus a good combo with spaghetti sauce.
On Saturday, at Town Talk I got a Butternut Squash and an Acorn Squash. Yesterday I cooked the Butternut Squash. This one turned out to be similar to the Squash of my younger years that my mom would insist at least a bite of which needed to be consumed.
Well.
I now, in my almost elderly years, have discovered Butternut Squash is real tasty. I must return to Town Talk and get myself a Squash supply.
In the meantime, I am not going swimming.
The sky began dripping soon after the sun left for the day, Sunday night. The dripping continued its soothing rhythm, all night long. Well, more accurately, every time I woke up I heard rain hitting the window.
At no point did the rain come down at a copious volume of the sort I call a Classic Texas Downpour.
Instead the dripping seemed to be of the slow motion sort that plagues the Puget Sound zone of Western Washington for about 9 months of the year.
Changing the subject from rain to squash.
When I was a kid there were not many food items that I had a distaste for. One of the few was Squash. I did not like anything about it. How it tasted, how it smelled. And its texture.
Years ago, during one of my periods of extreme obesity, I went on the Atkins Diet. One of the recipes on the Atkins Diet had you making spaghetti using Spaghetti Squash for the noodles. I never tried Spaghetti Squash whilst on the Atkins Diet due to my Squash aversion.
Well.
Last week I found Spaghetti Squash at Town Talk. Bought one, Googled for cooking instructions, cooked it and was amazed how much like spaghetti the stuff that came out of the gourd was. Spaghetti Squash is not too flavorful, thus a good combo with spaghetti sauce.
On Saturday, at Town Talk I got a Butternut Squash and an Acorn Squash. Yesterday I cooked the Butternut Squash. This one turned out to be similar to the Squash of my younger years that my mom would insist at least a bite of which needed to be consumed.
Well.
I now, in my almost elderly years, have discovered Butternut Squash is real tasty. I must return to Town Talk and get myself a Squash supply.
In the meantime, I am not going swimming.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Listening To Bird Jazz With The Village Creek Indian Ghosts & Finding The Gate To Fort Chesapeake Still Open
A very cloudy sky made for a not very blue Village Creek Blue Bayou today.
Today I think there were more vehicles parked in the Village Creek Natural Historical Area's parking lot than I've ever seen before.
Apparently walking with the Indian Ghosts who haunt Village Creek is growing popular with the locals.
I can understand why walking with the Indian Ghosts who haunt Village Creek is growing popular with the locals.
It is very relaxing.
Today the walk with the Village Creek Indian Ghosts was both very relaxing and very quiet. The only sound was the symphony of chirping birds tweeting the bird version of improvisational jazz.
After I was done listening to bird jazz I drove to the ALDI Food Market in Pantego to get some food. Like a big spiral cut ham.
Upon arrival back in my home zone I saw that the gates of Fort Chesapeake are still open.
Today I think there were more vehicles parked in the Village Creek Natural Historical Area's parking lot than I've ever seen before.
Apparently walking with the Indian Ghosts who haunt Village Creek is growing popular with the locals.
I can understand why walking with the Indian Ghosts who haunt Village Creek is growing popular with the locals.
It is very relaxing.
Today the walk with the Village Creek Indian Ghosts was both very relaxing and very quiet. The only sound was the symphony of chirping birds tweeting the bird version of improvisational jazz.
After I was done listening to bird jazz I drove to the ALDI Food Market in Pantego to get some food. Like a big spiral cut ham.
Upon arrival back in my home zone I saw that the gates of Fort Chesapeake are still open.
Fort Chesapeake's Gate Was Wide Open So I Walked Inside
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| Water Flowing Past The Open Gate Of Fort Chesapeake |
That odd thing was the gate to the pad site was wide open.
I thought maybe Chesapeake had someone staying on the site 24 hours a day. I told myself I'd find out in the morning.
Well.
The gate was still wide open this morning. I did not want to walk into the drill pad site until I checked to see if there was any sign of life inside the walls of Fort Chesapeake.
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| Looking Inside Fort Chesapeake From The Loop 820 Vantage Point |
As you can see via the view from the wall-less east side of the pad site, there is no sign of human activity inside the walls of Fort Chesapeake.
An unsecured Fort Chesapeake gas drilling site with a well at its center. An unprotected well.
After determining that Fort Chesapeake was unguarded I walked back to the open gate.
In the above photo I am standing where the gate should be. As you can see, some of our precious, dwindling supply of Trinity River water is leaking from the pipes. This seemed odd to me, because the pipes are not fully installed, near as I could tell. And the fracking is not yet happening, as you can see on the sign below.
The sign says "Frac Job Will Begin 1-10-12". That is tomorrow. It will be interesting to see what volume of leaking occurs when the fracking happens. Now that we know when the fracking starts, let's continue our look inside the open gate.
I only walked inside the walls of Fort Chesapeake for a few feet. I felt way too exposed to too many eyes. That bump in the middle of the picture, to the right of the red train car looking box, is the point where the ground has been poked into which the fracking water will be injected. It is currently totally unsecured. I could have easily walked up to it and turned a valve, if there was a valve to be turned.
Above is a view of the leaky pipes, west of Fort Chesapeake, heading north towards the Trinity River. How is permission granted to run 3 pipes across some of which I do not believe is land owned by Chesapeake Energy? That is a storage unit business on the right, Havenwood Apartments on the left.
Up Late The 2nd Sunday Of 2012 After Saturday Night's Republican Debate
Looking out my primary viewing portal on the outer world you might guess I got up after the sun on this second Sunday of the New Year.
Your guess would be correct.
The sky appears to be bluer than yestermorning's gray, cloud-covered sky.
I was not at a location with television viewing capability until about a half hour in to last night's Republican Debate.
On my way back to a location with television viewing capability, that being my abode, I saw some oddness at my neighborhood Fort Chesapeake. It was dark at that point in time, so I did not think I could document the oddness with photos. I will walk to Fort Chesapeake this morning, with the hope that the oddness will be available for photo documenting.
Regarding last night's Republican Debate. Methinks there have been way too many Republican Debates this election cycle. To me the debates have seemed to spiraled down to being somewhat farcical.
The most strangely farcical moment last night came from a bizarre, nonsensical question from George Stephanopoulos, asking something about contraception. The question was asked of Mitt Romney, who was just as perplexed as the viewers about the question. Even after Romney made it clear that Stephanopoulos' question made no sense, Stephanopoulos proceeded with pressing for an answer to his nonsensical question.
Ron Paul seemed to loop into loopyland more than normal last night. I like Ron Paul. But, he has articulation problems at times.
Rick Perry continues to embarrass me. And himself.
Rick Santorum bugs me. I'm not quite sure why.
It was an improvement to be rid of Michelle Bachmann.
I wish I could say I am going swimming now.
Your guess would be correct.
The sky appears to be bluer than yestermorning's gray, cloud-covered sky.
I was not at a location with television viewing capability until about a half hour in to last night's Republican Debate.
On my way back to a location with television viewing capability, that being my abode, I saw some oddness at my neighborhood Fort Chesapeake. It was dark at that point in time, so I did not think I could document the oddness with photos. I will walk to Fort Chesapeake this morning, with the hope that the oddness will be available for photo documenting.
Regarding last night's Republican Debate. Methinks there have been way too many Republican Debates this election cycle. To me the debates have seemed to spiraled down to being somewhat farcical.
The most strangely farcical moment last night came from a bizarre, nonsensical question from George Stephanopoulos, asking something about contraception. The question was asked of Mitt Romney, who was just as perplexed as the viewers about the question. Even after Romney made it clear that Stephanopoulos' question made no sense, Stephanopoulos proceeded with pressing for an answer to his nonsensical question.
Ron Paul seemed to loop into loopyland more than normal last night. I like Ron Paul. But, he has articulation problems at times.
Rick Perry continues to embarrass me. And himself.
Rick Santorum bugs me. I'm not quite sure why.
It was an improvement to be rid of Michelle Bachmann.
I wish I could say I am going swimming now.
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