Happy Mother's Day To All Our Mothers

That would be my mom rolling along in a park in Chandler, Arizona, having herself a mighty fine March Mother's Day of extreme pampering from all but one of her kids, and all but two of her grandkids, and with only one of her granddogs enjoying a comfortable grandma lap position.

That would be one of mom's kids, my little sister Jackie, doing the motion providing service behind mom.

I think it is about time for mom's wheels to get their 30,000 mile tuneup. I probably should go to Arizona and take care of that.

Speaking of sister Jackie. She is the mother of  my nephews Christopher (known as CJ) and Jeremy (known as JR). I have not been told what special plans CJ and JR have for their mom today.

The mother of my nephews Jason and Joey is my ex-sister-in-law, Cindy, which also makes Cindy the grandma of Spencer Jack, whose mother is Jenny, and Henry, whose mother is Monique.

And rounding up my familial mother collection we have Michele and Kristin, the maternal paternal units of David, Theo and Ruby. We have a few more years to go before the possibility of Michele and Kristin becoming grandmas, and me having some new great nephews or nieces.

Happy Mother's Day to Happy Mothers everywhere...

Linda Lou Leads Us Back To Lake Powell Houseboating

The past couple days Linda Lou has brought us back to the previous century, as in the 20th century, after being the catalyst which brought about the finding of photos long forgotten, on a computer long not on.

Due to this, Linda Lou has reminded us of blueberry picking in the wild followed by remembering some delicate islands in the sky.

Oh, and many of these long lost photos turned out to be a primitive form of what the 21st century calls "selfies".

But, in the 20th century a phone did not take "selfies". It was my now long gone antique Casio digital camera which took these oldie "selfies".

In the photo above the year was 1998, The location was Lake Powell, in Utah. The transportation vehicle was the houseboat you see floating in a location we named Bobcat Cove.

You would need to go to my webpaged Lake Powell Houseboat tale to learn why Bobcat Cove was so named.

I do not remember why I am looking so consternated whilst looking at the camera which was aimed at me and the houseboat. But, that is not unusual for cameras to consternate me, even when I am the one taking a photo.

The consternated Lake Powell selfie was taken the second time I was stuck on a Lake Powell houseboat. The first time I was so stuck, in 1994, was when the bobcat/cougar/panther incident occurred. And so the webpaged multi-page Lake Powell tale is of the 1994 version of houseboating.

On that 1994 excursion on Lake Powell we made it all the way to Rainbow Bridge. No digital camera existed on that trip. But many old-fashioned photos were taken, and later scanned digitally. I think the originals are in a box in my closet which I have not seen in years.

Over 20 years after that first Lake Powell houseboat float I found myself telling the tale again, in blogging form, on another of my many blogs, with that blogging titled Houseboating on Utah's Lake Powell.

I think today is likely the last of these selfie trails down memory lane. Unless I find another one...

Linda Lou Takes Me Back To Delicate Arch With Sky Islands

Yesterday whilst blogging about Linda Lou Leading Me Back To Skagit Valley Black and Blue Berry Picking I made mention of the fact that Linda Lou had caused me to re-locate photos I had not realized I'd sort of lost, and that many of those photos had been taken with my long gone antique Casio digital camera.

Finding those sort of lost photos had me looking at scenes I had not seen in a long time.

Such as that which you see here.

My long gone Casio camera was way ahead of its time. The camera had the ability to rotate the lens which allowed for the easy taking of what we now call "selfies".

I was a frequent selfie photo taker during that era, something I have mostly balked at when doing such became so ubiquitous, and sort of annoying.

In the selfie above I believe the year was 1998. The location was Arches National Park in Utah.

If I remember right the work of Mother Nature behind me in the selfie was known as Wanda. The other work of Mother Nature behind me is known as Delicate Arch.

Delicate Arch is one of the iconic symbols of Utah. One sees it on Utah license plates.

The hike to Delicate Arch has some elevation gain, but not enough to be what one might think of as strenuous, but definitely more strenuous than most of the hikes in Arches NP, with the only other actual semi-strenuous Arches NP hike being the Fiery Furnace Hike.

The Fiery Furnace hike is a bit treacherous, and thus requires signing up for it at the Ranger Station, paying a fee, and having a Park Ranger lead the way through the confusing maze of trails.

I have twice hiked the Fiery Furnace hike, and enjoyed it both times.

I would like to see a return to Moab, and Arches National Park, and Canyonlands National Park, which is nearby.

I think I saw Canyonlands NP selfies whilst strolling through the collection. I will go see if I can find one of those...

In this selfie I am looking at you from Islands in the Sky in Canyonlands National Park. I remember it being windy that day, and cold. The month was October, if I am remembering correctly.

Well, that should end today's selfie trail down memory lane...

Linda Lou Leads Me Back To Skagit Valley Black and Blue Berry Picking

A day or two ago I blogged about Linda Lou's Skagit Valley Land Of Plenty Enticements Working, in which I made mention of the recent spate of enticements attempting to lure me out of the paradise known as Texas.

Linda Lou's recent enticements included a cookbook which used the variety of fresh ingredients one can easily find to harvest in the Skagit Valley.

Including blueberries.

The mention of blueberries got me remembering some blueberry picking I did shortly before moving to Texas.

Wild blueberries.

Picked at an extremely scenic location known as Schrieber's Meadow, which is the location of a trailhead to an extremely popular hike to the south side of the Mount Baker volcano.

Since living in the Skagit Valley was my reality for decades, I never really appreciated, til moving to Texas, how unique it was to be living in a location where driving a few miles to the east I could be up in the mountains picking wild blueberries, or drive a few miles to the west and I could be catching dungeness crab or digging clams.

The photo above was taken with my now long gone first digital camera. That Casio camera cost way more than any camera I have bought since. And took the worst photos. Though, ironically, it also took some of my all time favorite photos. Such as the one you see above of that sprite on my left shoulder picking blueberries in Schrieber's Meadow..

That Casio camera also took the above photo on the occasion of that same blueberry picking expedition. That would be the aforementioned Mount Baker volcano you see looming above the trees. If I remember right it was with Spencer Jack's Uncle Joey I last hiked from Schrieber's Meadow to the glacier moraine known as the Railroad Grade, to part way up Mount Baker.

Just a second, I shall see if I can find the webpage I made of that hike with Joey. Yes, found it, called it Joey in Danger on Mount Baker. Apparently part of my popular Nephews in Danger series from late in the last century.

Yesterday, when I remembered the picking of blueberries at Schrieber's Meadow, I looked for the photos on this computer. I thought I had transferred all my photos to this new computer. I thought wrong.

So, I fired up the old computer and found the folder with thousands of photos I had not realized I had not transferred, including the one above.

That would be me resting on a rock slab at what is known as the location of the Hidden Lakes Loukout. That being an old fire lookout, now maintained by a Skagit Valley mountaineering group as a sort of cabin refuge to be used whilst doing some extreme hiking.

The Hidden Lakes trail and the lookout are located on the western edge of North Cascades National Park, located in the eastern edge of Skagit County.

See what I mean about not appreciating living so close to such scenic wonders all my life, til moving to a part of America which is a bit less scenic?

Another thing regarding Linda Lou reminding me of the plethora of fruity abundance available in the Skagit Valley.

Blackberries.

Yesterday at ALDI I was appalled to see blackberries being touted as one of this week's bargains. $1.99 for a little container of what looked like maybe 20 blackberries. I saw one person put two of the blackberry containers in her cart.

Blackberries grow wild all over Western Washington. Easily found, easily picked. For free. I can't imagine what store bought blackberries would be like, edibility wise. Probably about as close to tasting like an actual blackberry as those awful cardboard texture Driscoll strawberries from California taste compared to a fresh picked Skagit Valley strawberry.

The last time I went blackberry picking was in August of 2017, with David, Theo and Ruby. I blogged about this in Swan Creek Blackberry Mountain Biking With David, Theo & Ruby.

Those were some mighty fine tasting blackberries. At the time there was some talk of turning those blackberries into some sort of cobbler. But, that cobbler never materialized during my visit. We were extremely busy.

Blackberries grow near my current Texas location. I have not seen any growing. But I know blackberries grow here because last June I went to Blackberry Day at the Wichita Falls Farmers Market where I had myself some mighty fine blackberry cobbler. I blogged about this in Wichita Falls Farmers Market Blackberry Day Cobbler Bliss.

I saw yesterday, via the animated billboard by ALDI, that this coming June 1 is once again Blackberry Day at the Wichta Falls Farmers Market. I suspect I shall be there, that day, having myself some tasty blackberry cobbler, likely not followed by any scenic mountain hiking...

Linda Lou's Skagit Valley Land Of Plenty Enticements Are Working

Returning from this morning's bike ride I opened my mailbox to find incoming from Washington, from Linda Lou in the Skagit Valley of Washington, to be more specific.

The package contained a book and a card.

The note in the card said...

Read your blog thoughts pondering possibly relocating from your current third world location. Well...just to entice you a bit am sending this Skagit Valley Fare cookbook of recipes from the Skagit Valley. With the Valley's plethora of produce you could be creating good cooking to your heart's content---Linda Lou

I have been getting multiple moving enticements of late. Above you see the cookbook from Linda Lou, sitting on top of the card which contained the above note, sitting on top of a Washington calendar someone else sent me to make me homesick.

The enticements are working.

Below is the forlorn view I saw this morning whilst stopping for a water break on the eastern edge of Sikes Lake.

We are looking west, above, at the incoming storm clouds predicted to eventually produce thunderstorms and possibly tornadoes later today.

The Skagit Valley Fare cookbook Linda Lou sent me has more than recipes among its pages. There are a couple pages of Skagit History Notes. Plus a couple pages of INTRODUCTION to the LAND OF PLENTY.

I read the INTRODUCTION to the LAND OF PLENTY verbiage and it struck me how little of what was being described about the Skagit Valley could describe anything in my current Texas location. Or even more so, my previous Texas location.

What with talking about an actual river, and real islands, and natural water features where one can catch seafood without being warned not to eat it. What a contrast with my former Fort Worth location with its imaginary island connected to the imaginary mainland by imaginary bridges which apparently no one is competent enough to build, over dry land. And with the town's "water feature" being based on what really is nothing more than a seriously polluted dirty ditch.

Anyway, I've copied a few paragraphs from the INTRODUCTION to the LAND OF PLENTY which will give you a good idea of what made me think what I was thinking about the contrast between these two locations with which I am familiar, and what it is about the Skagit Valley which is so enticing to return to...

The Skagit Valley of Northwestern Washington state spills like a great cornucopia from the foothills of the Cascade Mountain Range westward to the waters of Puget Sound. Meandering through these lowlands, the Skagit River and her tributaries continually enrich the Valley's sandy alluvial soil. In the distance snow-capped Mount Baker stands sentinel above this fertile farmland - some of the richest in the world.

Also known as the Skagit Flats, this area grows a wide variety and volume of crops for national and international markets, producing much of the world's green pea and vegetable seed crops, as well as significant numbers of daffodil and tulip bulbs. Many of those flowering bulbs are exported to Holland where they are then imported back into the United States.

Each April, the valley brightens further as the vast tulip fields blossom, drawing thousands of visitors to the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival to wander among and photograph the brilliant blooms. The giant palette glows with shades of light pink to the deepest purple, and waxy whites contrasting with Christmas reds. Occasionally a field of mixed tulips appears like some outrageous expanse of confetti fallen from the sky.

The Skagit Valley ends at the shores of Puget Sound, but Skagit County extends to several islands of the San Juan Archipelago: Fidalgo and Samish Islands connected to the Flats by bridge; Guemes served by a ferry; and Cyprus by boat or air. These shores and islands inspire poets and painters with their shifting moods and colors, and their waters provide seafood for the gourmet cook. Though not as plentiful as in the recent past, salmon and crab, mussels, oysters, clams and scallops, as well as various kinds of cod fish, are still available on the fresh market.

It is no wonder the Native Americans who lived here were peaceful and contented with their way of life. They enjoyed a mild marine climate, quiet coves and beaches, expanses of forest where mushrooms and other edible plants could be gathered, plentiful wild game, and seafood more abundant than we can ever imagine today.

UPDATE: After hitting the publish button on this blogging I looked at the cover of the Skagit Valley Fare cookbook and realized I should show the entire book cover, what with its illustration of the Skagit Valley, and tulips...

Cinco De Mayo Pseudo Circle Trail Snake Encounter

On this first Sunday of the 2019 version of May, with is also the 5th May day, as in Cinco de Mayo, I am feeling a bit depressed, which has me thinking, again, it is time to get our of Texas.

Thinking a bike ride on this first blue sky nice day of the new month might cheer me up I rolled out of my abode this morning to head north on the Circle Trail.

My snake fear sensibilities were heightened this morning, first off due to watching a real bad movie last night called Snake Island.

And then this morning Energy Secretary Rick Perry's possible younger brother, Jon Perry, posted on Facebook a photo of an encounter he and his wife had this morning on a paved Fort Worth trail with a giant possible rattlesnake blocking their way with the snake lounging halfway across the trail.

So, with my snake fear activated I was rolling semi-happily along the Circle Trail when suddenly the hit the brakes impulse hit due to what you see my handlebars looking at above.

It looked to be a possibly venomous reptile, slithering across the Circle Trail.

But, I quickly ascertained this possibly venomous reptile presented no snakebite danger. Because it was not a snake, it was a piece of relatively harmless electrical cable.

Then, with my speed accelerated by Adrenalin I rolled on to the Circle Trail underpass which goes under Midwestern Boulevard on the Circle Trail's way to Hamilton Park. Eventually I made my way to MSU, and then the trail around Sikes Lake.

I suffered no actual snake encounters today, but I did see two of the Sikes Lake goslings...

Linda Lou Takes Me On Tour Of Our Old Hometown

My favorite nurse, Linda Lou, was visiting our old hometown, Burlington, this morning, and proceeded to send some photos to my phone.

I shall share a couple instances of Linda Lou's photo documentation.

I saw these photos and wondered if what I was seeing is one of the reasons, stored far back in my memory, memories of the little town in Washington I grew up in, with those long stored memories being part of what caused me to be so appalled when I first came to see what was not to be seen, in my new location in Texas.

Fort Worth.

Fort Worth, a town with a population nearing a million, well, over 800,000, and little Burlington, Washington, a town with a population around 3,000 when I was located there.

As you can see above, via Linda Lou's photo of my old home in my old hometown, Burlington's streets have sidewalks. I did not know there were towns in America without this convenience, til I saw that most of Fort Worth's streets lack this type modern conveyance.

Now, the street I lived on really did not need a sidewalk. Because right across the street was one of Burlington's city parks. That particular park is named Maiben Park.

In Maiben Park there was this other thing I thought was the norm in modern America. Running potable water with modern restrooms. Actually, if I remember right, Maiben Park had at least two instances of modern restrooms. One in the community center, which was part of the five acre park, the other in the center of the park, near the preserved old growth forest.

Naive me assumed it was a civic safety code thing for parks in America to have running water and modern restrooms, til I saw my first Fort Worth park, Gateway Park, which has outhouses of a sort I had not seen before. Outhouses seeming to be installed permanently in concrete enclosures.

Eventually I was to learn outhouses were the Fort Worth city park norm. And that few of the town's parks have running water. I had zero understanding of how it was allowed, for sanitary safety reasons, to have parks with picnic tables without a means to wash ones hands.

Even Fort Worth's highly touted (by local propaganda purveyors) imaginary world class music venue, the Panther Island Pavilion mess, has an installation of those Fort Worth signature concrete enclosed outhouses.

And Fort Worth somehow is perplexed that the town is not attractive to corporations looking to re-locate, no matter how big the bribe to do so is.

One of the other photos Linda Lou sent me was of the new Burlington Public Library, located a couple blocks west of my old home location.

In the photo of the Burlington Public Library you also see Skagit Valley Public Transit in action.

The valley wide public transit system did not exist when I was growing up. Skagit Area Transit (SKAT) came along later in the previous century from the period when I lived in Burlington.

I do not know if SKAT is still the working acronym for Skagit Area Transit. I don't remember anyone objecting to the name.

When Seattle's South Lake Union area got a trolley, South Lake Union Trolley, with SLUT being its acronym, there were some who thought it embarrassing that people were saying things like "I rode the SLUT downtown", or "Just take the SLUT to the Needle". But, SLUT stuck.

Back when SKAT being providing public transit to the Skagit Valley it was free to ride. I only remember availing myself of this one time. For some reason I needed to get home from the Skagit Mall and something was malfunctioning with my vehicle.

Now, I know there are right wing numbskull sorts who get all wiggy when one says something like public transit is free. Too dumb to understand that some areas have sufficient numbers of people who understand the concept of using money raised via various taxes to pay for a needed service, such as public parks with modern restrooms, streets with sidewalks, and public transit, due to the fact that having such makes the entire community more economically viable.

Now, I do know that in this century SKAT now does charge a transit fare, and that the system has expanded greatly from when I lived in the valley. One can now ride public transit all around Puget Sound. What a concept.

Regarding Skagit County having county wide public transit, while Tarrant County, where Fort Worth is located, does not have county wide public transit.

Let's look at a couple data bits.

Tarrant County has a population of 2,054 million in an area covering 902 square miles.

Skagit County has a population of 125,610 in an area covering 1,902 square miles.

So Skagit County is hugely bigger, size-wise, than Tarrant County, with a small fraction of the Tarrant County population, and yet Skagit County manages to cover all that area with public transit.

Along with many other amenities lacking in Tarrant County, and particularly in Fort Worth.

Such as the county seat of Skagit County, Mount Vernon, has managed to install an actual needed flood control wall along an an actual river, protecting its downtown from an actual flood, and in addition to that turned its waterfront into a riverwalk promenade, along with a large public plaza, and public modern restrooms.

All done without using or abusing eminent domain, in a fraction of the time Fort Worth has been boondoggling along with its national embarrassment.

All done without begging for federal dollars. Or without employing the unqualified son of a local congresswoman in order to bribe her, I mean, motivate her to try and secure federal funds.

Meanwhile, the county seat of Tarrant County, Fort Worth, has been boondoggling along most of this century trying to install some un-needed flood control in an area which does not flood due to existing flood control, and has also been trying to make some sort of riverwalk promenade with ridiculous bridges stuck unbuilt after years of dawdling due to project mismanagement, mucking up a simple project which has messed with people's lives for years.

And this mucked up project has used and abused eminent domain, in ways many consider to be criminal.

And in Fort Worth the unqualified son of a local congresswoman was given the job of directing Fort Worth's river project, ineptly, unsuccessfully, stupidly, corruptly, incompetently, while being paid over $200K a year, while his mother tries to scam some of your tax dollars.

Anyway, thanks Linda Lou for bringing me some old memories today, and triggering remembering some newer memories...

Panther Island Noise Makes Fort Worth Residents Stark Raving Mad

The Fort Worth local news media of the TV sort continues to report, accurately, realistically, and non-propagandaly (to coin a word which should be one) about America's Biggest Boondoggle, that being the ongoing mess originally known as the Trinity River Vision, before going through multiple name changes before sort of landing on an imaginary island.

Last night a comment to a previous blog post from someone named Anonymous pointed us to another Fort Worth local TV report about yet one more instance of Panther Island absurdity...

Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Bridge Contractor Admits Panther Island Project Bungled & Woefully Mismanaged":

Party like a frat boy. The hits just keep hitting the mismanagement. Try this: Fort Worth residents complained about noise at Panther Island Pavilion rave

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Click the link to the WFAA report and you will see a video detailing Fort Worth resident's disgust regarding the noise pollution assaulting Fort Worth ears as far as 10 miles north of the source, that being some sort of Trinity River Vision sponsored loud music Rave event.

Apparently loud Rave event's emanating from an imaginary pavilion on an imaginary island have something to do with flood control and economic development.

And then this morning Fort Worth's sad excuse for being the town's only newspaper of the daily sort, the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, had another article about the problems with bridge construction causing more delays with the bridge building which began with a TNT celebratory explosion way back in 2014, with a then astonishing four year project timeline.

Four years to build three simple little bridges over dry land to connect the Fort Worth mainland to that aforementioned imaginary island. Now with a completion date moved forward to some to be determined year in the next decade.

Today's Star-Telegram article about the Boondoggle is titled Panther Island contractor: Bridge changes could drive up costs, delay project.

The above is an illustrative photo from that Star-Telegram article about the delayed bridge project. One look at that photo and you can clearly see this is one super complicated bridge building enterprise. Not some simple bridge to build, like the Golden Gate (built in less than four years) or other actual signature bridges of world renown.

Some have characterized these bridges as looking like freeway overpasses. That seems accurate. In the photo you can see part of one of those supposedly unique V-piers.

J.D. Granger, and other delusional sorts responsible for causing this nonsense, think those V-piers are some sort of signature design which will give some recognizable style to that future riverwalk which may never come to exist.

In this latest Star-Telegram article we learn of conflicts over serious, dangerous problems with the design between the bridge builder and those responsible for coming up with this bridge design .

The Star-Telegram has repeatedly made mention of design problems with these bridges. But, we never get a single detail as to what is the nature of those design problems.

Curious minds want to know. What is the actual problem?

In this latest Star-Telegram bridge problem article we learn that supposedly each V-pier somehow presents its own unique design problem. Why is each V-pier unique? Is this the first time on the planet a freeway overpass type bridge has been built?

Way back in 2014, we blogged A Big Boom Begins Boondoggle Bridge Construction Three Months Late about that now infamous TNT explosion marking the late start of the building of these hapless bridges in which there is a J.D. Granger quote which now, years later, seems so ironic...

“The two big things you’ll see over the next year are the three bridges coming out of the ground showing vertical construction — in addition to that, a lot of people have been speculative buying of property waiting for the first sign,” J.D. Granger said.

Absurdly after J.D. Granger uttered those words the first year long stall happened with nothing being built showing any sort of vertical construction coming out of the ground.

And really, J.D., you're claiming way back then a lot of people were doing some speculative buying of property waiting for that imaginary vertical sign of construction?

And now, all these years later, basically nothing to show after an astonishingly long project construction timeline which seems to stretch forever further into the future...

Stormy May Day Pondering Texas Goodbye

I had myself a dark Circle Trail walk this second day of May in Texas.

Tornadoes have been touching down around Wichita Falls the past couple days, but none too close to my location.

Late May Day afternoon a thunderstorm struck bolts at the same time the boom exploded, as in, directly overhead.

I don't like it all that much when that happens.

The decibel level is way too high.

And it sets off car alarms and dogs howling.

So far on this second day of May there have only been a few distant lightning flashes. I am ready for the return of blue sky.

Yesterday, as in May Day, the first day of May, something unexpected set off a revolution in thinking, with me realizing I have been Durango in Texas since 1999. Twenty years ago. That was when I got my durangotexas.com domain, using my Durango nickname which I acquired in the early 1990s, back when the Internet and email were starting to be a thing.

Durango became my nickname for multiple reasons, the root one of which I no longer remember. I know the Durango birth pre-dated using the Durango nickname to send out trip planning info for the Durango Wild West Houseboat Roadtrip, or whatever it was I titled this way back then. I remember my first email address was durango@wolfenet.net, or something like that. Or maybe it was mj2@sos.net.

"mj2" stood for Moose Jaw 2. I was the #2 Moose Jaw. Details are sketchy. Trying to remember way back in the previous century it gets hard to render details.

I remember my Durango nickname was solidly in place when Lulu & Durango in As the WWWeb Turns became Cool Site of the Day, back when that actually was a cool thing, which I think now, decades later, is long gone. Soon after the Lulu & Durango website became cool I had my own website for the first time. It was called Dialing Doctor Durango.

Dialing Doctor Durango was soon picked to be Funky Site of the Day. This was not nearly as cool as Cool Site of the Day. But, even so, being Funky Site of the Day generated emails from all over the world, including one from someone in Singapore, asking me for advice. All these years later I still communicate with my Singapore patient, as recently as this morning on Facebook.

When I got the durangotexas.com domain I did not realize there was a town in Texas called Durango.

I had been to the Durango in Colorado, after I had acquired the Durango nickname. I remember when I was in Durango I bought multiple wearable items with the Durango name on them. Now, all long gone. I think I gave my Durango baseball cap to Miss Puerto Rico, if I remember correctly.

After discovering there was a town in Texas named Durango, I found the town and made a webpage of what I found in Durango.
Anyway, back to that May Day revolution epiphany I had yesterday. Something happened that has me seriously thinking I am ready to get out of Texas.

Durango Arizona?

Durango Washington?

Durango California?

Durango Oregon? Returning to the state in which I was hatched.

Durango Mexico? Which I think is the location of the original Durango.

By the end of this month the decision will likely be made whether or not to say so long to Texas...

Bridge Contractor Admits Panther Island Project Bungled & Woefully Mismanaged

Last night an incoming blog comment brought some interesting news...

Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Grapple Fort Worth's Bizarre Bridge Battle Boondoggle...":

From the article: The contractor building three bridges as part of Fort Worth’s Panther Island development says the project has been bungled and "woefully mismanaged from the top."

Contractor Building 3 Bridges for Panther Island Project Says It's 'Woefully Mismanaged'

Bungled & woefully mismanaged is an exquisite combination that is all too typical for the Fort Worth Way. The Fort Worth Way is, frankly, not a gem in this regard. 

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I recollect over a decade ago seeing myself being criticized in a Fort Worth publication for referring to the Trinity River Vision as a Boondoggle.

And now, years later, look where we are.

The Trinity River Central City Uptown Panther Island District Vision is known, far and wide, as America's Biggest Boondoggle.

And this Fort Worth Boondoggle, known far and wide, is not making anyone anywhere Green with Envy.

When will Fort Worth wake up and put an end to this embarrassing nightmare?

Will the end begin on May 4? Will the results of that day's election, with the re-election of Mary Kelleher and other like-minded reformers, put an end to the mismanagement of the Tarrant Regional Water District board?

Anyone paying any attention to the history of Fort Worth corruption so blatantly on display at the TRWD and its failed step-child, the Trinity River Vision, can't be optimistic that the election results will not once again be fraudulent.

What was the result of that biggest Texas investigation ever into election fraud?  You know, that investigation trumpeted as having investigators fanning out over Tarrant County gathering evidence.

Well, there was not any result. Nothing of significance happened other than one or two or three low level election workers got in some sort of trouble.

And two of the beneficiaries of all that election fraud, in that previous TRWD board election, Jim Lane and Fort Worth's favorite octogenarian, Marty Leonard, are running again. And the Fort Worth Star-Telegram has bizarrely endorsed one of them, Marty Leonard, for re-election.

Mary Kelleher, running for re-election to the TRWD board, via Facebook, had the following to say regarding the latest revelations about the Panther Island fiasco...


"And when I served on the Board of the Water District from 2013 to 2017 and voted against this project and voted against the use of eminent domain for this project, I was laughed at by my fellow Board members and Water District top administrators. Not so funny now! This project is worse than any of us ever imagined and we need new leadership on that Board. If you haven’t voted yet, please vote on May 4th and vote for me if you really want change."